On the Second Day of Christmas, the CIS gave to Me...[CIS Dominion of Dressel]

[Malok]

NOOLIAN SECTOR, DRESSEL ORBIT

The situation on Dressel had become relatively dire as of late. The sordid organization known as the Slaver's Guild had amassed an impressive congregation of ships, of various size and function, in order to launch a strike against the capital planet of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. It was the intelligence division of the nation which had resulted in the knowledge of this growing flotilla of Slaver vessels, and it was time that the enemy's presence from Confederate space be eliminated. To this end, the nation had enlisted the assistance of the Corsair Brotherhood in order to pre-emptively strike against this presence and to deliver humanitarian assistance to the denizens of the world. Their objectives were three fold:

To begin, it was their duty to utilize the ships at their disposal, both belonging to the Brotherhood and those loaned for this operation, to inflict as much damage as possible upon this congregation of vessels. Next, they were to infiltrate the Flagship of this fleet in order to secure the schematics for a warship that was supposedly under development within the Guild. As the rumor had it, this warship would be quite the competitive vessel and would be quite the challenge for the Confederate Navy to overcome. Lastly, the Brotherhood was to deliver humanitarian aid to the people of Dressel below, who had all but been totally enslaved at the hands of the Slaver's Guild. This was their mission, the time for the Corsair Brotherhood to shine and demonstrate its strength to the Galaxy.

Yo ho, yo ho, a Pirate's Life for Me.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="Mirshen"], @[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], @[member="Kush"], @[member="Veret Jun"], @[member="Trox"].

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat in the command chair of the Impetus-class Frigate Dragoon’s Roost. In its hangar sat the squadron of Devastator-class heavy fighters. Aedan sighed and shock his head as he looked out the viewports at the sight that told him they were still in hyperspace. He knew that following behind him was the fleet that he had been tasked to lead and clear out the pirates there. He knew he had people going in on the ground his duty was space clear it of the fleet and then board their command vessel. From there it would be hand to hand combat. He knew that somewhere behind him on this ship was @Jar’varkh and in the mass of ships following him was @[member="Trox"] Dread Father of the Lost Clan. They would both work with him while @Juthan’Athar and @[member="Veret Jun"] went groundside supported by @[member="Mirshen"] and @Vorhi Alestroni.

Aedan calmly activated his com as he looked out the viewport "Everyone you all know your jobs do them right and we all go home mess up and it is a bad day for us. Now lets get this done and then get back to the work at hand." He watched calmly as the united forces of CIS and Corsairs left hyperspace and were greeted by a mass of ships most of them floating around others moving outbound. He smirked as he nodded to the starfighter command person. "All fighters launch I want us moving forward now."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Juthan dropped out of space on the farside of the planet, his newly aquired Banshee-Class Carrier hurtling him towards the planet below. He would have to be fast about this, if he took to long the enemy would see him coming and ruin the whole ruise before it began. "@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] and @[member="Veret Jun"], You two will travel with me in my personal freighter when we are close enough to the planet, our task is humanitarian aid and the extinction of the Slavers that occupy this world. With those orders said i ask for a simple thing..." He looked back at the two men that stood on the bridge with him, a gleam in his eyes. "I get to kill the leader of the slavers slowly and painfully."

 

[Yag'dril'sil]

"An Omega tar is a soaring soul, As free as a mountain bird, Their energetic fist should be ready to resist, A dictatorial word." Mirshen looked at the Crags he had under his command and walked around them letting their voices come out. He raised his hands while in unison. "Their nose should pant, and their lip should curl, Their cheeks should flame and their brow should furl, Their bosom should heave, and their heart should glow, And their fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow!" The crags looked upon him as he nodded his head in agreement. "Perfect we shall be the best southern gospel choir in the galaxy."

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Trox snorted as his ship came out of hyperspace, tailing Aedan miles into the field of what would soon be battle. Again, here he was, asked to kill slavers and other such criminal masterminds. Like he cared, as long as the money kept flowing and the blood followed it, he couldn't care less about who he was told to kill, slaughter, defile or beat. Plus, he could probably sneak away with a few slaves under his belt and since they were but a mere side operation, Trox charged less for his slaves than your average slaver would. Some of his best clients were lonely non-Graug businessmen who wanted a sex slave but didn't want to pay sex slave money for fine merchandise. Trox was all to happy to give that to them, never mind those idiotic ways of the imperial clan and their Sith whore Krag. They were all about being the best and proving their worth over all other species, Trox was just fine exploiting the stupidity of other species.

 

[Veret Jun]

"Only if you get to him first." Jun responded bluntly, sliding an energy battery into his blaster rifle. The thing was produced by Atrisia and had a range of over a kilometer, and the shot was virtually invisible until it was putting a round in between your eyes. To be frank, at that point there was nothing more one could possibly do. @[member="Juthan'Athar"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

"I do believe you and i will get along perfectly mister @[member="Veret Jun"], and what about you @[member="Vorhi Alestrani"], how do you feel about this whole mission. Were suppose to massacre the slavers on the ground and save the slaves, you ok with that?" He glanced towards Vorhi, waiting for the mans answer as they were nearly in range of the planet. The Fighters and transports began to get ready as the Banshee got closer, it would be a day without mercy for the slavers.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Trox"] @[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Jar'varkh"]

Aedan Miles stood and barked out two orders "Sovereign-class open fire now target their largest ship and work together. ALL fighters prepare to engage theirs. Banshee-class release all fighters and slip back a bit. Leviathan-class slip up and prepare to engage. Indoctrine-class I want those gravity well generators up now. THESE PIRATES DO NOT ESCAPE!" Aedan watched from the command chair as the holograms representing each of the ships moved the 4 Sovereign-class heavy cruisers fanning out slightly so that they could fire with their 8 long range turbolasers and the 3 Leviathan-class slowly moving forward under the fire from the Sovereign-class. They were guarded by a veritable swarm of fighters that had been designed by Aedan Miles to be the best they could be. Within their ranks floated 3 squadrons of the elite Devastator-class fighters.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi sighed. Already, Juthan was pushing the limits. More torture and brutality. He looked at the Chiss, nodding calmly. "Kill them, but detain and surrendering forces," he said calmly. "As for the leader, you can use him for fish food after he's been interrogated, both of which are happening off-site," he said calmly. "Torturing the slavers in front of their former captives isn't a good way to keep tempers cool. Our chief prioirty is to free as many civilians as we can. Our second priority is to start dispersing food, aid and medical care. Third prioirity is to shove our boots up the exhaust port of any slavers." He smiled warmly. "Today, Dressel becoem a free planet," he mused as he walked into the ship cheerfully.

"So, tell me, lads, how do you lot aim to fight. Best to know who I'm working with so I can adapt my styles accordingly."

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]@Veret Jun

 

[Aithne Charr]

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Veret Jun"]

Juthan walked with Vorhi as he answered and smiled as Vorhi asked the question to Juthan's troops. Those troops he had asked the question to turned and revealed that they were nothing more than battle droids. Juthan smiled and walked forward past Vorhi into he ship and towards the cockpit as he spoke. "They fight how i tell them to fight and they kill whom i tell them to. Now, how about we get this battle for salvation underway." He sat down in the pilot's chair as he prepped the engines, waiting for the other two to strap into their own chairs. The other dropships nearby left the ships hanger and headed down to the ground, Shard-Class Drop-pods rocketing towards the Slaver encampment to cause confusion in the area.

 

[Aedan Miles]

@[member="Juthan'Athar"] @Vorhi Alastroni @[member="Mirshen"] @[member="Veret Jun"] @[member="Trox"]
Meanwhile on the far side of the planet the battle between the space forces of the combined forces of the Corsairs and CIS and the pirates who had began construction of a fleet here. Aedan smirked as he stood and nodded to the communications officer who opened a system wide channel. Aedan looked forward as he calmly spoke in a clear almost dark voice. "This is Captain Aedan Miles one of the 6 Pirate Lords of the Corsair Brotherhood and founder of our group. Corsairs take no prisoners these are slaver scum and they will die now. Those of you who are not slavers I will give you this one chance, Join us and live or run and we will hunt you down. Either way you will not leave here the way you are." He looked out the view screen as the 4 Sovereign-class continued to fire their fire finally blasting through the enemies shields and scoring a series of direct hits against their hull one of them burning through and allowing atmosphere to vent from it.

 

[Veret Jun]

@[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"] @Aedan Miles

"The CIS fighting for Freedom? That's rich." Veret remarked, the former Templar Aspirant had found another path to walk, and had left the Confederacy personally after he'd seen the levels the CIS could stoop to. He had been a mercenary, a hired thug, he'd left that life to do better things for the galaxy, working with the likes of Daxton Bane would not cut it. Silently, the sniper cradled his rifle and awaited the landing.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Vorhi shook his head calmly at Veret Jun's crass comment, clenching one fist. "You've got a complaint, raise it with the courts," he said calmly. "You want to system to be better, get off your sheb and improve it. At least when I'm done cracking skulls, I do my best to keep things clean and transparent. Tell me, when was the last time you decided to make things better? Or did you just run from the problem instead of trying to fix it?"

He was getting sick of being accused of corruption and cruelty at every turn. Honestly, if all this had happened, then why hadn't a single person in the galaxy come forth with some evidence? Why did everyone just shoot off their mouth, or their gun, and do nothing about it. It was annoying to say the least. "Believe what you want, I am here to free those slaves. You don't like it, you can get paid by the Sith of the Hutts," he said coolly.