Operation Dynamo Eagle | First Order Dominion of Tötmond

[Robogeber]

OPERATION: Dynamo Eagle
LOCATION: Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF
INTELLIGENCE CLEARANCE: Class Three
CO: FltAdm. Carlyle Rausgeber
XO: SrCapt. Tamm'orr'nurudo
SUPPORT OFFICERS:

• SrCapt. Aran Piett
• Capt. Vaucris Macroe
• Cmdr. Karl Rippach
• Cmdr. Orin Valk
• Cmdr. Dako Asturo

BRIEFING: Since 450 ABY reports have circulated from the mining system of TÖTMOND of a SSI-RUUK IMPERIUM presence. FOSB [REDACTED] COMMAND first received these reports on [REDACTED] from the trading vessel DUSKEN. Reports since then have been consistent however FOSB assets have not been deployed to the sector, meaning CENTRAL COMMANDS sources on the unfolding situation have exclusively come from smugglers and freighters.

With our plans to confront the GALACTIC ALLIANCE, it has now become vital to ascertain more resources to feed our war machine. In order to fill demand, we must reopen our supply lines on TÖTMOND and secure its natural wealth. As a part of this effort, FLEET ADMIRAL RAUSGEBER has been delegated TASK FORCE RAZE to scout the sector, and perform immediate analysis, before calling in GRAND ADMIRAL TRASK and BATTLEGROUP TYRANNY to perform the capture of the system.

OBJECTIVES

• Verify the hostile presence.
• Ascertain how strong the enemy presence is.
• Destroy any vessels that are alerted to our presence.
• Attempt to make contact with local civilians.
• Find out what has happened.

The FIV Malice and a small fleet of escorts jumped out of lightspeed, clinging to the very edge of the system. The Malice was the largest vessel by far in the scouting party, dominating the scouting party largely made up of assorted cruisers, frigates and corvettes. Aboard the Malice's command deck, Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber, the missions executive officer watched as the fleet converged, and in the distance, the eerie sight of Tötmond.

Even from this distance, Carlyle could see the infamous "steel field", frozen fragments of the planets core, which had been in orbit for over a century. But perhaps most disturbing was the great cavern, a massive fissure, which exposed the planets empty core to the harshness of space. Although from this angle, you couldn't see anything inside, you could however note the shadow, through the thick debris field.

Rausgeber felt some anger at the nature of the mission, which was a basic courier style run. Nothing too fancy. Just look at the planet, something the FOSB could have, and in the Admiral's mind, should have done. But nonetheless, he digressed. Rausgeber activated his comms, and began to broadcast across the small flotilla, "All commands, report in."

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[member="Karl Rippach"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Vaucris Macroe"] | [member="Orin Valk"] | [member="Dako Asturo"] | @Dr Aes'ona Terrani | [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="FN-2826"]​

 

[Aran Piett]

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Task Force 191​

Commanding Officer: Senior Captain Aran Piett​

Executive Officer: Senior Commander Maree Halsey​

Location: Tötmond , Sector 293-5WQ​

Objective: Ascertain enemy presence​

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Aran stood on his bridge looking out into the vastness of space, he could still remember the last fight he had with the Ssi-Ruuvi. It wasn't something he wanted to remember, so many lives lost. This time however he wouldn't allow them to get the drop on him like they did over Endor.​

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"Captain message coming in from Fleet Admiral Rausgeber."​

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"Put it through."​

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"All commands, report in."

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"This is Senior Captain Aran Piett, with the Accuser reporting in, all clear in my sector so far."​

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Aran had the ship running at condition 2 just in case they did get jumped by the Ssi-Ruuvi. He would rather be somewhat prepared rather than caught flatfooted. Though the task force was at a ready state the fighter squadrons would only be scrambled if the force was engaged and it was confirmed enemy. Aran knew the Ssi-Ruuvi would target lone fighters and wanted to keep every ship nearby until the enemy was spotted so he could direct the full force of the Task Force onto them.​

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[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"]​

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| Aboard : FIV Malice |
| Commanding Officer : Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber |
| Executive Officer : Senior Captain Tamm'orr'nurudo |
| Location : Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF |
| Objective : TBD |
| Post : 1 |
†††
As the doctor marched down the medical hallway towards her personal bay, she gave one more tug of the tresses pulled back into a slick ponytail, serving the tighten it. A nervous reaction, maybe. She had just received the Fleet Admiral’s briefing and, while she did not know exactly what to expect while here, she was counting on a busier day that which she was accustomed, as she assumed her objective to be proving emergency care as-needed to any isolated civilians.

Of course, she could always be wrong.

The distinct metronome of her heels on durasteel alerted one of her aides, whom ducted out of the doorway as she neared. “Doctor Terrani,” was his curt welcome.

Her only reply was, “Prep the doctors,” as she sidestepped around him, turning to hold his gaze as she continued on down the corridor. “Oh, and, be a doll, and put some caffe on?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good man. Enough for everybody.” Everybody in the bay, that was, doctors and nurses alike. “I’ll be back when I can.”

As she got into a turbolift and set it to the bridge level, she reached up to her earpiece and pressed one of its few buttons, to change the channel--and just in time. She heard her Fleet Admiral’s command to the task force:

"All commands, report in."

For a fleeting moment, Aes’ona thought to call in herself, but that was until she reminded herself that it was for the commanding officers of supporting ships. Still, as she was a General Medical Officer, and bound to eventually provide some support in one way or another, she unclipped her datapad from her uniform’s belt and rose it to send a message to Rausgeber instead:

--Doctor Terrani. Medical's standing by, sir.--

[member="Robogeber"]

 

[Hansen]

Sector 481-ZF \\ FIV Stormcloud \\ Stormcloud-class Cruiser​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Ssi-Ruuk Imperium \\ Status: FIV Stormcloud, ahead two-thirds.​

Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Aran Piett"]​

Enemies: Ssi-Ruuk Imperium​

Dako releases coughs hacking at the air with dark circles flanking his eyes and swirling lukewarm coffee around ceramic mug in hand; the man had sunken following the loss of his beloved Dauntless during the most recent battle with Galactic Alliance falling into the consumption of potent alcoholic beverages and favoring the presence of questionable women. With a hiss the two boltgun Durasteel doors part with each crewmen rising on a prompt from Commander Onami, Dako dismisses the gesture with a feeble wave of hand. "As you were, as you were" Their Officer Commanding's voice is firm, Dako was seldom weak in speech if nothing else but did little to dissuade concerns from the Chief Medical Officer and his own Executive Officer considering his ill health and personal choices of late which the Chiss Officer had privately raised with his Commander as having the potential to impact the man's effectiveness.

The FIV Stormcloud glides through a nebula of Emerald Gas; emerging like the Spectre it was with bridge canopy offering Dako a stunning view of void as he now slumps lazily down into his command chair upon Dais, drowning what remains of lukewarm beverage with a grit of teeth he then carefully places the mug down into a convenient cupholder in seat. Startling blue eyes look over towards Onami with vacant purpose. "Patch me through to the Admiral." Dako sniffles hauling back the dripping mucus into his sinuses obnoxiously, the weight of loss of crew, precious Cruiser and unwavering influenza had truly left the once proud First Imperial Officer without regard for gentlemanly conduct. Some young Ensign cannot help but study the Commander for a moment before Dako's startling blue spheres shoot the young man a scolding glare 'Eyes front, Ensign!' Commander Asturo thought and almost as if the Ensign in question heard the command frightenedly snaps their gaze back upon console.

Dako raises fingernails that hang over the end of fingers and scratches audibly at the unkempt stubble that has formed over cheeks obscuring their angular construction releasing some small sigh so as to find release, slumping back into chair his index and thumb pinches at bridge on face shaking head gently in attempt to free it of omnipresent headache to no avail.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Post 1
Objective-standy deployment, deploy patrol fighters
Commandimg officer- [member="Aran Piett"]
Task force 191

get your fighters ready you two! We've got patrol in 10!

She yelled out to obsidian one and two as they checked their gear while Sara looked her fighter over, three fighters were refueling ready to do a patrol around the ship. She glanced out of the hangar as she inhaled and exhaled as she slapped her helmet on and secured it as she got into the T70 xwing and was given clearance to lift off and flew out

The darkness of space embraced her fighter as she pulled up and rolled going over the top before centering herself obsidian one and two following behind her as she looked around then to her radar before reporting back

obsidian actual to command beginning patrol nothing so far will report in ten

 

[Huxy]

Aboard: FIV Malice
Bridge of FIV Malice
Commanding Officer: [member="Robogeber"]
Nearest Allies: Rausbeber | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Executive Officer: Senior Captain Tamm'orr'nurudo
Location: Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF
Objective: None
Equipment:
FO-02 Stormtrooper Armor
"Deep Fryer" Rifle

Why, just why did he need to be here? This was a fleet based mission, for admirals and fleet officers. Tempest was a stormtrooper, he wasn't versed in the arts of space warfare. Ground warfare was one thing, there were two fronts on the ground, the sky, and the ground. Then there was space where you could be attacked from absolutely anywhere. At least on the ground, Tempest felt safe. He had never fully been the same after nearly dying on that Star-Destroyer that had been pulled to the ground. It was just, ever since then, Tempest was never one for spaceships or for space at all ever since then. That same day was when he had grown a subsequent hate of Force Users, seeing as how it was a force user who had brought down the vessel he was assigned to. The waxy surface of the gloved hand of Tempest swept over his face, his waxy fingers running over the scar that ran diagonally across his face. He didn't know who it was that had nearly killed him, though he didn't care anymore. Apparently, now he had been told by a fellow stormtrooper, that he had killed the Jedi that had attacked him so Temp took the stormtroopers word on it. Though, he still did have a doubt ever now and then about what had truly happened.

But, he couldn't dwell on past missions why he had been called here. Temp knew his mission, defend the Star-Destroyers and search the outpost below if he were commanded to do so. Apparently, their was a hint of the Ssi-Ruuk Imperium in this system, or at least that's what the other's had said. Tempest personally had no idea who or what this Imperium was. What he did know, was that this 'Imperium' or whatever they called themselves, he knew that they were a threat and enemy to the glorious purpose of the First Order. And that made them an enemy to him as well. To be frank, Tempest didn't really care who they were. All he knew was that they were an enemy, and they should be treated as such. No, but's or excuses about it.

Tempest was drawn out of his thoughts as Admiral Rausebeber began to speak once more. He wasn't within direct eyesight of the general, however, though the Admiral's eerie metallic voice carried throughout the bridge like a fierce and commanding wind. Tempest didn't have to report in, he knew. He was right here for god's sake, there was no reason he really had to. Though, it didn't hurt to do so anyway. After a minute of silence, Tempest stood up, at last, pulling his white tank trooper helm over his head. The crackling of the com came to life, the words of Rausebeber repeating themselves to him through the comns in his helmet. Temp merely rolled his eyes at the repeated message. Comms were good, but they could be quite annoying and irritating at times as well. "Lance Corporal FN-2826 reporting in," the voice pf Tempest echoed softly within his helmet, careful not to disturb the Admiral who was just a short walk's away.

 

[Wilhelmine Dahma]

OPERATION: Dynamo Eagle
LOCATION: Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF
INTELLIGENCE CLEARANCE: Class Three
CO: FltAdm. [member="Robogeber"]
XO: SrCapt. Tamm'orr'nurudo
Post: 1

SUPPORT OFFICERS:

SrCapt. [member="Aran Piett"]
Capt. [member="Vaucris Macroe"]
Cmdr. [member="Karl Rippach"]
Cmdr. [member="Orin Valk"]
Cmdr. [member="Dako Asturo"]
Chief General Medical Officer: [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"]
Pilot: [member="Sara Lee Jones"]


The last time Morro was on the bridge of a Star Destroyer along with Admiral Rausgeber - and not just hearing his voice through the command comms - was on the ill-fated FIV Vigilance. So far she’d been fairly good about keeping her PTSD at bay, if not for Carlyle but for the Rausgeber heir inside of her.

As long as you remain calm and steer clear from fight or flight mode, everything will be okay, she reassured herself.

Still Carlyle had employed a doctor to help him, perhaps with his transitory state between human and droid. The Chiss captain was very keen to meet this Dr. Terrani. On one level she was proud of her companion for realizing his weaknesses, enough to keep a medical professional near, yet on another level, she wondered if she played a deeper role in his life - not from a relationship perspective but from a logistical one. He was always two steps ahead, for example, the way he was able to implant his brain into a mechanical body. Did he have anything else up his sleeve? Anything from a scientific perspective that would enhance what he had to offer the First Order?

The Admiral was slightly vexed which relieved Morro in a way. That seemed the normal state of affairs on their missions. She loathed him detecting any weakness or distraction in her, but felt the need to ask him: “What bothers you, Admiral? And when am I going to meet that doctor of yours?”

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Aboard : FIV Malice[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Commanding Officer : Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber "[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][member="Robogeber"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Executive Officer : Senior Captain Tamm'orr'nurudo "[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt][member="Morro"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]" [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]|[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]|[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]Nearby Ally : [member="FN-2826"][/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]"Tempest"[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]|[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Location : Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Objective : TBD [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]|[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Post : 2[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]†††[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]“…hope they’ll be bored,” muttered Aes’ona shortly after sending off the message. For the first time in her medical career, she wished for boredom. On FIMS Mountbatten, a lull was always anxiety-inducing for the doctor, especially if it came with no new updates from the invasions’ frontlines. But here? Her wish had been turned on its head; she could look outside of the Malice’s bridge viewport and see how a battle was unfolding. If all was well, and her medbay was empty, it eased her nerves because she could know that she had no reason to worry.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As Aes’ona rode up to the bridge, arms crossed, head down, and eyes closed--breathing, to prepare herself for the day she felt might go wrong quickly--her comm chirped. And she jumped. Good thing she was alone.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She reached back up to her earpiece and reset the channel to medical. “Doctor Terrani,” she introduced herself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Have you seen it?” asked Doctor Dermin Brayaa. The planet, she assumed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She replied, “I’ve tried not to.” She had not yet, though she was certain that she would see the wounded planet as soon as she got onto the bridge. Her spacephobia had gotten a little better as she got acclimated to her new station, but she still actively tried to avoid her fear whenever she could.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Right. Sorry.” Her assistant cleared his throat. “So, have you read up? It has--"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“--no surface gravity, standard in settlements.” The doctor allowed herself to sigh, and run a hand over her face. “It's been isolated for centuries. Imagine what that kind of isolation does to native pathogen communities. Trooper immune systems may be defenseless--”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Alright, Doctor Doom-and-Gloom,” cut in Brayaa with another throat clearing, “You sound like Madine. I doubt they're gonna be sitting down for tea, coughing on one another.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Aes’ona nodded in agreement though her coworker was nowhere to see it. “No. You’re right, but still pays to be cautious.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Whatever you say, T.” The physical therapist sounded somewhat bored in saying that. It did not seem that he was overly concerned about infection or having a mini epidemic boarding the ships (if this in fact was not just a simple flyby, as Doctor Terrani quietly suspected), but the differing viewpoints might be in-part because of their different specialties. Aes’ona was always thinking about an impending medical emergency, expecting the worst-case scenario. Brayaa, on the other hand, in effect dealt with the repercussions of them. “And we might not even be offloading anyone. Do you know one way or another?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She shook her head this time, marginally unaware of the conditioned response. “I’m not cleared for that intel.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A short scoff came from the other line. “Really? It seems like a medical [/SIZE]adviser[SIZE=9pt] needs to know.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]He made a good point, but--“Look, I’m just working on be liked right now, Brayaa, and arguing over [/SIZE]clearance[SIZE=9pt] levels doesn't really do that.” She still had not asked the Fleet Admiral exactly what he had meant by ‘retired’, but she assumed it was in fact nothing of the sort, and she was pretty sure she wanted no part in whatever happened to Professor Arkani.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She continued, putting that thought aside, “If it hasn’t been done yet, please prep the inoculation stations with the psedo-grav vac. Rather saver than sorry.” Scrambling about for something that had been put away did not help anyone, and often led to mistakes that she did not want.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Calore's doing it as we speak.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Brayaa's comm audibly clicked off and, just as Aes’ona switched back to fleet comms, her lift arrived at the bridge. She took a breath before stepping out, beeling toward Morro and [/SIZE]Carlyle[SIZE=9pt]. She had left her medical tote down in the core bay, but she was still semi prepared with a handheld scanner and a mini medkit at her belt. Her SC-44C sidearm was also strapped to the outside of her left thigh, and she knew where she had stowed her blast vest, both just in case.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“No hostiles on the medical deck, Fleet Admiral,” she stated as she approached, though still a handful of yards away. She cleared her throat. …That was supposed to-- “Sorry. Sounded quite a bit funnier in my head, sir.” [/SIZE]

 

[Robogeber]

Allies: [member="Aran Piett"] | [member="Orin Valk"] | [member="Karl Rippach"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="FN-2826"] | [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] | [member="Vaucris Macroe"]
Post: I
Objective: Prepare scanning.


"Admiral, all commands are ready and in position." The Malice's Comms Officer informed him. "The Dauntless however wishes to make contact with you sir." The Fleet Admiral nodded his head, everything was proceeding in accordance to his plan. The Fleet Admiral glided back to the centre of the command deck, repuslorlift generators letting out a hum as he stood in silent vigil.

"Patch Commander Asturo through." Carlyle briskly barked, "Commence scanning on the double." He ordered, "And move us closer towards that cavern there." He gestured to the giant gaping hole in the planets surface, "If the Ssi-Ruuk are anywhere, they'll be there." Slowly and steadily the hulking resurgent-class destroyer began to approach the cavern, shifting its position, and almost pulling its smaller escort craft in its wake.

Rausgeber turned to address the senior captain, as she approached him. A smirk pursed his holographic lips, "I can assure you that this time will come sooner, rather than-" He watched Doctor Terrani approach and deliver her report, He rolled his eyes derisively, "Your attempt to raise morale is appreciated, doctor." Rausgeber coolly condescended her, "Return to your post, and await further orders. I want all biochemical shut down procedures in place." He paused, "The Ssi-Ruuvi are apt combatants in the art of chemical warfare. And for that, we should be prepared for any and all eventualities." He then turned away, and looked down the bridge, "Dismissed."

As TIE fighters began to circle around, and perform their checks and strafing runs on imaginary enemies, Rausgeber stood, bored by it all. This was a nothing mission. One far beneath the rank and expertise he commanded. The fact the FOSB hadn't deployed any reconnaissance assets to the system was either a show of how insignificant it meant, or an incompetence on their part. Carlyle imagined that the only reason there hadn't been any contact from Totmond was to do with spice related misadventures.

The sources the FOSB had managed to cobble together were not precisely the most trustworthy repositories of knowledge. It was a common occurrence for many traders and smugglers in these parts to double up on incomes. Be it using legitimate enterprise to fund more lucrative criminal endeavours. This, in the Fleet Admirals mind created a theory. A theory which was that the traders had attempted to dissuade investigation of a system holding large quantities of narcotics production and trade, through creating rumours of a Ssi-Ruuk infestation.

And anyways, lizards?

This far south?

Preposterous.

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Valk hadn't been used to being pulled for special duty, especially not task force assignments with flag officers. He was the type of person who enjoyed his beat, and wasn't exactly welcoming of the change of assignment. His many years as an enlisted man taught him to roll with the punches though. It would all be over eventually. Whether that meant death or the completion of the assignment, Orin didn't care. Half the time, death seemed better anyways. He had little reason to believe this job would be any different.

The task force had taken on the role of hunters, seeking out Ssi-Ruuk and driving them back from whence they came. It sounded glamorous, almost fun even, but that potential had yet to be realized. The ship was set to condition two, in which a threat was probable, but not imminent. Crew readiness was somewhat relaxed, but still on alert. Per the fleet admiral's order, the FIV Vermilion had checked in via its comms officer. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but still, Valk had ordered his marines ready and pilots standing by. Of course, this order lacked the same urgency as one would have in a mroe critical situation, but nonetheless, the legwork was being done to ensure the crew of the Vermilion stood ready without expending any energy on preparations.

He approached the radar operator, looking at him expectantly. He got a shake of the head in return. No hostile or unidentified targets yet. With luck, they'd pull the instead of wasting valuable time and resources just roaming. Orin was growing impatient.

[member="Robogeber"] | [member="Morro"]​

 

[Vaucris Macroe]

Allies:[member="Orin Valk"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Dr. Aes'ona Terrani"] [member="Morro"] [member="FN-2826"] [member="Dako Asturo"][member="Aran Piett"]
Enemies: TBD

The FIV Electrocution jumped in from hyperspace, followed by a group of smaller ships. Aboard, Captain Macroe signeled to those on the bridge to activate all scanners. As a expected a comm message came from the admiral. Macroe quickly replied.

"Standing by sir! All scanners set to high alert, no hostiles yet identified . We shall report any changes to that statement."

The roaring shock, Vaucris Macroe's fleet, was built with an offensive nature in mind. In this mission, there was no holding back. All hostiles were to be eradicated on sight.



[spoiler='Roaring Shock"]

Name: FIV Electrocutioner
Class: Inflictor II Heavy Cruiser http://starwarsrp.net/topic/111659-inflictor-ii-class-heavy-cruiser/

Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: 2X http://starwarsrp.net/topic/72878-delta-class-xg-5-star-wing-ii/

Firing at: None



Name: FIV Custodian

Class: Marauder class Medium Cruiser http://starwarsrp.net/topic/102657-marauder-class-medium-cruiser/

Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: 2 squadrons of Lightning class interceptors http://starwarsrp.net/topic/122178-lightning-class-interceptor/page-1#entry1707436
Firing at: None

Name: FIV Incineration

Class: Boneshatter class assault frigate http://starwarsrp.net/topic/39978-boneshatter-class-assault-frigate/
Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: 1 Squadron of tie strike bombers http://starwarsrp.net/topic/77345-tiefo-sk-strike-bomber/?hl=%2Bfirst+%2Border

Firing at: None

Name: FIV Stormbringer

Class: Boneshatter class assault frigate
Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: 1 Squadron of MKII Tie Superiority fighters http://starwarsrp.net/topic/116638-tiefo-mk-iii-space-superiority-starfighter/

Firing at: None

Name: FIV Lightningwrath

Class: Mukhtiar class anti-starfighter corvette http://starwarsrp.net/topic/104812-mukhtiar-class-anti-starfighter-corvette/#entry1510794

Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: N/A
Firing at: None

Name: FIV Thundergun

Class: Corsair-Class gunner corvete http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80399-corsair-class-gunship-corvette/

Shields: 100%

Hull: 100%

Hangar: N/A
Firing at: None
[/spoiler]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

| [SIZE=9pt]Aboard : FIV Malice[/SIZE] |
| Commanding Officer : Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber "[member="Robogeber"]" |
| Executive Officer : Senior Captain Tamm'orr'nurudo "[member="Morro"]" |
| [SIZE=9pt]Nearby Ally : [member="FN-2826"][/SIZE] "Tempest" |
| Location : Tötmond, Sector 481-ZF |
| Objective : Prep biochemical shutdown |
| Post : 3 |
†††

"Your attempt to raise morale is appreciated, doctor."

Not appreciated, Aes'ona corrected to herself. Mental note taken.

"Right away, Fleet Admiral," she addressed. Before heading off, the doctor turned towards the Executive Officer with a slight, respectful nod. "Senior Captain." She, also, had not formally met Morro, but she had familiarized herself with the faces of the highest-ranking officers on the Malice in order to avoid disrespecting any of them.

And, with that, Aes'ona turned on her heel and started back towards the turbolift, bound to carry out Rausgeber's orders.

 

[Hansen]

Sector 481-ZF \\ FIV Stormcloud \\ Stormcloud-class Cruiser​

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Ssi-Ruuk Imperium \\ Status: FIV Stormcloud, ahead-full.​

Allies: [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Aran Piett"]​

​

"Imperator Command this is Dauntless-Aurek, we're on the move to the Randezvous location in accordance with orders." Dako graciously accepts a coffee from Onami easing back into his dais' seat with the top button of uniform tunic undone; pathetic display truly for a man who usually prided himself upon proper grooming and appearance from pride or vanity who could say but his disheveled visage was uncharacteristic of the man and a surprise Dako takes comfort in that Admiral Rausgeber is yet Ignorant. Dako's chair pivots and his gaze lingers over his replacement radiographer officer; some young man barely old enough to scull a pint by his discerning azure eyes. "Perform a sweep around the vessel and listen for any active engine feedback of suspicious origin, I don't want to be surprised by any lizards." Dako is forced to wait while the young man completes another task set before him by Onami before he sheepishly raises spheres to meet the Commander's; though unkempt and unshaven Dako now focused still projects an intimidating command presence across bridge and seeing him in such a state increased the fondness some veterans among the crew held for their Officer Commanding. It had been one of the worst kept secrets of Imperator and the 6th Fleet as a whole that despite being praised during the battle by Admiral Rausgeber, Dako still chastised himself for the loss of Dauntless and so many hands. Not so obvious was the silent concern Dako holds that it was to adversely impact his Naval career. Few would promote a man to the command of Star Destroyer that Dako so covets with every waking breath if he has a history of losing vessels, atleast that was Dako's harsh self-assessment. "Helm, continue on present course at ahead-full"

 

[Zef Halo]

OPERATION: Dynamo Eagle
LOCATION: Tötmond
OBJECTIVE: Supervise Operation

While the First Order relied on decentralization in its command structure to perform more efficiently, thus giving commanding officers a greater degree independence, the First Order Security Bureau occassionally sent representatives to supervise military expeditions to key locations.

Such was Therran Graush's duty today.

The endless ascent of the lift finally halted and the doors slid open before him. He marched forward passing by what looked like a medical officer but paid her no attention. His black zeyn-cloth robes visibly clean and ironed an hour prior to his arrival on the bridge of FltAdm. Rausgeber. The hood, as per usual, remained on his head.

"Fleet Admiral Rausgeber." He acknowledged the man as he approached him. A typical tone of authority in his voice. Something that was embedded into him in his upbringing. "How is the operation proceeding? Are your forces prepared to tackle a greater hostile force? Command desires a quick and efficient accumulation of this territory."

Perhaps there was an implication of a challenge in his questions.

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[The Major]

Operation: Dynamo Eagle
Elements of the 6th Fleet
Deploy to Tötmond to establish a presence

After promptly reporting to the commanding officer, masterful FltAdm. Rausgeber, on his current positioning, some adjutant aboard the acting flagship requested that both his and one other vessel provide a quick visual scan of the far side of the planet. Two corvettes were picked since their speed and size would enable them to both quickly survey the area and also evade most of the harrowing debris present within this system —Cmdr. Rippach’s ship, the Cavalier, and one other complementary corvette received the orders. Without delay they set off, preferring to aggressively seize the initiative before any surprises could spring their traps. As usual, the commander sat at his unusual station while pouring over a number of sensor readings as though he were a mere signals ensign.

Various asteroids and other such flotsam drifted by the pair of corvettes as they pushed further away from the protective cover of the fleet at large. Undeterred by the prospect of lizardmen or pirates, Karl knew the Order’s superior technology and organization would win them any explosive conflict. Anticipation of suddenly happening upon enemy fighters or a crass ship needled his perceptions to a point of excellence, causing little goosebumps to run up his arms and legs. The minutes felt like hours as the crossed the horizon.

Instead as the picket cleared the edge of the planet to peer upon the other side, a frigate sized vessel was spotted visually floating between the ever tumbling rocks. They bombarded it with various pings and scans, along with identifying the exact location for their fellows in the fleet. However, the frigate made no acknowledgements nor powered up. As they approached high powered cameras made out marks of blasted damage along the length of the hull, along with haggered strikes that revealed the deck beneath. Faintly, another crewman detected a distress beacon faintly radiating a request for help. So weak was the signal that they couldn't even read it until they had closed to a “shotgun” range for ships. Troubled by the portents on display, he opened a channel.

::Report: unidentified vessel appears to be disabled. A distress beacon is active aboard. Orders?::

With any luck, they would be told to blast it out of space.

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Post: II

The droid turned to face the Force User. His glare was one of condescension. He clearly viewed the Sith's intrusion aboard his vessel with some disdain. FOSB officers never failed to draw his ire. "I can assure you Special Agent, we are proceeding on schedule." Rausgeber informed him, his voice dry, but doing little to hide the venom beneath the surface, "I am more than well aware of commands diktat, and we'll have a sensor net ready in but moments." The droid then turned to the bridge, gesturing to it, "Please, come aboard, and observe for yourself."

"Admiral, we're recieving telemetry sir," The Sensor Officer informed the Fleet Admiral, the officer looked down at his terminal, brow furrowed in thought. The droid turned, and examined the officer, with an inquistive gaze. The bridge crew hushed, as the officer continued, "Sir, the readings we're recieving, they're, off the charts." The officer exclaimed, moving himself, and allowing Rausgeber a look at the console. The droids brow also furrowed. If what the sensors were saying was right, a vessel, the size of which dwarfed anything he'd seen, was in the system.

However, there it was, seemingly emerging from Totmond itself. "Reboot the system and redouble your efforts." Carlyle coldly commanded. "It's probably some interference of some sort." There were however gasps from those within the bridge. Any orders Commander Rippach would be receiving about securing the vessel stopped, as the entire bridge now froze.
"Admiral, look!" A panicked voice screamed, pointing from the crew pit, and out into the void. As Totmond turned, the great cavern came within visual range. And out of it, even Carlyle could see, a massive vessel, potruding out of it. It was brown, and grey in colour, and surrounded by escort vessels. The droid was caught aghast, but momentarily. Already, he was doing the calculations. A vessel of that size, coming from a crater that large, had to be, thirty, if not forty clicks in size. A behemoth of a vessel. Larger than the old Executors of old.

"All hands to battlestations!" Rausgeber thundered, "Deploy all fighters, and prepare for attack!" Carlyle glowered, "All batteries, commence forward fire upon that vessel when she comes into range." The Fleet Admiral then turned to his crew, "Prepare transmission to Battlegroup Tyranny for reinforcements." Carlyle snapped.

There was a pause, for the Fleet Admiral, who watched his crew spring into action. The Signals Officer was first to sound off, "Sir, all long range frequencies are jammed!" The Lieutenant informed him.

Carlyle was caught by surprise by that, and couldn't help but allow worry to fester. With no way to contact reinforcements, the scouting party was doomed. "Prepare a jump for lightspeed." Carlyle commanded, "We'll regroup, and prepare for a full scale assault." He continued. There was no way Carlyle could take out a vessel of that size, with the thin reinforcements he'd received.

The Malice began to turn, as the navigation team frantically keyed in coordinates on their computers. It felt like an eternity, but Carlyle felt some sudden relief when the space around the Malice turned blue. Which in turn became palpable fear when the vessel was pulled from lightspeed. "Interdiction field sir, we can't move!" The Navigator barked.

They were trapped. Like rats in a cage.

 

[Zef Halo]

The events unfolded from a controlled situation to chaos steeply and abruptly.

"Failure is not an option here, Admiral. For all the recommendations my cousin has given you, it would be a shame you fail his expectations. " Therran snorted not hiding the threat in his tone.

For now he would observe and watch. Torn between the desire to see a man recommended by his cousin fail and the neccesity of fixing this troublesome situation.

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[The Major]

Operation: Dynamo Eagle
Elements of the 6th Fleet
Deploy to Tötmond to establish a presence

A pregnant pause filled the communication line with dead silence, making some of the junior officers squirm uncomfortably while they awaited a further call to action. Instead, they checked their lines and confirmed the issue: comms were being jammed, and where something was jammed it served a ripe assurance that someone would be gaining from such tactical sleight of hand. Most likely, there was a foe afoot; either some group was using the interference to make good their escape, or they planned to strike out at the First Order.

An ill feeling of misfortune filled Karl and caused the hairs upon his neck to stand at end. Perhaps selfishly he assumed that his separated ship was specifically being targeted for ambush. The derelict vessel could be another ruse to fix a hapless commander to a position while they reviewed. Turbolasers from some yet unseen enemy could already be adjusting for maximum effect upon the comparatively diminutive corvette. Covering his mortification by clenching over his seat and squinting closely at the display screens, Cmdr. Rippach ordered his vessel around the obstacle at full speed. At this rate it made more sense to regain visual contact with Rausgeber’s main group by finishing the orbit of Tötmond. The other corvette followed in close formation by using a trade of pre-established visual signals in case of such developed as a contingency to such emergencies.

As they nearly finished the circuit the commander nearly gasped as a massive, unidentified vessel filled a dominant position within a carter. Assuming too much, Kar thought that the enemy may have dug out this trench just to house this vehicle. Thus his mind ran rampant with imagery of rousing a leviathan from its slumber. Sensors began to pick up squadrons of unknown fighters pouring out from the enemy formation, a number of which were heading towards the Cavalier as a challenge…

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[Hansen]

Eng. Anari Mero,
FIV Malice, Reactor Room.

Anari drops a hand on the R2 units' 'head' and scratches at it with fingertips comfortingly while talking to the Malice's Chief Engineer within the reactor room. "I've discovered a number of cheap bearings, faulty generators and weak welds throughout the room that need to be addressed before the manifolds are put under high load again lest you have gangways shearing and split-ring commutators breaking under the application of torque load, sir" Presenting the datapad in a wool-glove dyed black while offering up a slight glance to the portly officer before pivoting her body and attention to the R2 unit that had been escorting her about the simply Gargantuan Ship; it was one thing to look over their scaled blueprints but another entirely to walk the long corridors and feel as if you were getting nowhere. Anari had been sent by FOCIE to inspect the quality of ship maintenance that had been performed by the First Order's Shipyards. Anari glides an index finger past lips and vigorously scrubs a scratch from F4's dome paint, his head immediately swivels around at the feeling and protests with his eye-lense to the unsolicited grooming. "Now, now don't be like that I'm only trying to help you." F4 steadily swivels his dome around to present the scratch once more to the Sephi woman whom leaps at it with enthusiasma and spares a look upto the portly navy Chief whose weary crease flanked eyes still yet studied the datapad's findings and gives a half-impressed grunt.

Licking his dry, cracked lips the Chief speaks with a deep smoked voice. "Thank you for this Ms. Mero, I'll have a team rectify the problems identified immediately." There was a hint of distain in his tone; the Dosuun native harboured a slight resentment for aliens and civilians of which the woman was both and enough to cause suspicion in his war-weary heart. Grabbing his belt in both hands he heaves it up over his bulging gut before producing a lighter from pocket and with the brief snap of wick lights the Cigar, puffing on it for a moment in thought. Studying Mero with a tactfully concealed disgust the way she fawned over Droids while being cool and reserved with people he finds somewhat disturbing and dismisses it mentally as an Alien quirk. That mask carefully concealed a pair of black circles around her eyes he had noted and followed up on it with a question. "Didn't get much sleep last night." Steadily standing the Sephi woman's gaze craned down to meet the Chiefs' the alien woman dwarfing him didn't help to ease the sense of condescension that he sometimes perceived eminating from Mero; like she tried to pretend not to feel superior to him or his men for her obvious technical expertise despite looking no older than many of his youngest Mero is without a doubt highly educated and experienced. "What were you doing?" Chief Gorm pulls the Cigar from his lips and blows the smoke to the side from the corner of pursed lips handing the datapad Mero had given to him off at one of his Subordinate Petty Officers. The question was put forward dryly though Mero's confused flutter of eyelids and receding of bottom lip betrayed it had taken them off-guard. Just because the alien worked for FOCIE didn't mean he'd earned his trust nor that of the men despite her proficiency.

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[Shattered_Mirror]

Command Deck // FIV "Eidolon" // Resurgent II Class Battlecruiser.
Tötmond System, Outer System Edges, Battlegroup Tyranny.

Clasping her hands tightly behind her back, Astarii began to pace the circular length of the command trench. Her hawkish gaze travelled from one officer to another, watching them as they went about their duties. She had to admit, from her experiences as an admiral within the Alliance’s navy, that the Order’s crewmen were more reserved and vastly more professional. These uniformed men and women knew that they had to remain calm under pressure and that they would survive if they kept their focus on the task at hand. It was also a matter of trust, built up over the years, that allowed them to worry about their work - rather than having to compensate for someone else should something be lacking. This brought a thin-lipped smile to her face, knowing that these men could rely on one another and that they adored their commander with an equal measure of respect and fear. Something she had yet to inspire in their hearts.

Commodore Achim Veers was a War Hero. Through his efforts, the Alliance was ambushed in the Ison Corridor during their first incursion, and were utterly decimated when the trap was closed. It was said that none had survived when the ashes had settled, and the Order began to tally the dead, but Astarii had known better. There was always some loophole for the rats to exploit, and scurry away into the darkness. Nevertheless, the man did nothing to dissuade the rumours and had revelled in the way those beneath his authority revered him. What better way for a commander to inspire loyalty?

The thought had expanded her thin-lipped smile and had caused one or two of the nearby officers to cast a questioning glance in her direction.

Blinking away the errant line of thought, the Admiral carried on and ignored their gazes. The crew of the Eidolon hadn’t been with Astarii when she had defended the Bakuran sector against the blitz, nor the various other battles that had occurred when the Order was fighting a two-front war. They had only heard of her deeds and considered them as nothing but hogwash and rumour. Something that she had hoped would be cast aside when the Resurgent II was assigned to Battlegroup Tyranny and would allow them to see her tactical acumen in action.

However, as one would expect, their hands and the might that this battlecruiser could bring to bear, were tied until further notice.

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