The Arbiter
Marcello was practically in an all-out sprint as he darted across the loud flightline with several other pilots in tow. Having arrived at the airbase at the outskirts of the industrial district, the Jedi Master had quickly set to work organizing a force of whoever was still milling around waiting for orders. The degree of miscommunication and mass confusion that must have existed to allow the Graug forces to crash through the...stifling...defenses around Coruscant had to have been outrageous.
As auxiliary power units began spinning up on vessels all over the flightline, Marcello swiftly ascended the ladder attached to the side of his N-1T and settled into the cockpit. R9 was already loaded in the back and had gone through most of the pre-flight checks. "Buddy. Sounds like most of the issue planetside is focused in the vicinity of the Temple and the Senate. We'll do what we can for everyone, but we can only do so much at once. I need primary and secondary ingress routes to both locations. I'll decide upon final destination at the IP. Keep getting her warmed up."
Ignoring the droid's usual beeping of compliance, the Jedi Master continued through the rest of the pre-flight to,get communications up. Selecting the encrypted frequency for fleet command, he dispatched a message to the Admiral in charge. "Admiral. Did you get that message out to the assault group yet?"
"Yes, I did. Look I have an obligation to preserve at least some of our forces."
"I don't have time for your excuses. I want three Liberation-class Cruisers down here the second the assault group arrives." Without waiting for a response, Marcello lifted his head out of the instrument panel and motioned for the ground crew to remove the cholks and ladder once both his engines were spinning at idle. With all ground equipment cleared, he did a quick check with the pilots of his ad hoc force of roughly thirty various spacecraft. For the purposes of this operation, Marcelo had divided them into three distinct sections with the first under his command. "Section Leaders, we up?"
A brief moment of silence existed before the other two section leaders indicated they were ready.
"Alright, Section Leaders, target packages are enroute to your consoles. Wedges in a line, keep it tight we're approaching through the commercial district." Switching over to the control tower, Marcello radioed in their clearance and departure. "Control, Whiskey Flight, we're green on departure." There was a response, but Marcelo didn't care, he was already applying power to the repulsors along with the rest of the force. In a matter of minutes, thirty ships were rocketing towards the commercial district in formation.
APPROACHING SENATE
All thirty spacecraft had managed to survive flying through the heart of Coruscant just above the perpetual cloud layer of the lower levels. By now, Marcello had split all of his sections such that section two would approach from the west and the third from the south. Marcello's section was responsible principally from the not-so-frontal attack from above. All attack runs would occur simultaneously...they had to. It presented great risk to the pilot's, but it was lower than the risk endured from a staggerd attack where the Graug forces had time to...adjust. Besides, they were just buying time until the 1st Assault Group arrived.
Each section had a mixed composition. Six XA-5 X-Wings would escort four GN-0401 Virtue Bombers to the primary target which was the harvest ship over the Senate. The only exception to the composition was Marcello's section with only five X-Wings because he hated the damn things.
Upon reaching the initial point of the attack run near the area known as the Grand Corridor, Marcello keyed his vessel communicator. "One is over the top, beginning approach." Pushing the power on the sublight bank to maximum, the Jedi Master's nimble interceptor quickly began rocketing ahead. There was bound to be a little dispersion, and he'd informed his section that he would put a little distance between himself and them early on. "R9, you got the controls for a minute partner."
The droid was happy to assist as Marcello focused his mind deep into the volatile, agitated currents of the Force. He could sense plenty of people on the planet without doing such, but he was curious as to whom was about to fall prey to a massive ship falling on top of their head. A soft beep from R9 and the precipitous roll-bank maneuver indicated to Marcello the final leg of the attack run had been initiated. He could already see the outline of the large vessel beginning to form several thousand kilometers below. In that moment, it was all the Jedi could do to send a brief message through the Force to those he could identify with a force presence indicative of Jedi. Get out. Now!. This was not a situation they would survive on half measures. People would die today. Marcello had accepted that before ever leaving the ground.
((OOC:
Utilized assets...
17 x XA-5: http://www.starwarsrp.net/topic/3569-xa-5-x-wing/
12 x GN-0401: http://www.starwarsrp.net/topic/692-gn-0401-virtue-republic-bomber/ ))
@[member="Darth Vulcanus"] | @[member="Sumalee"] | @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] | @[member="Aika Kawakami"]
As auxiliary power units began spinning up on vessels all over the flightline, Marcello swiftly ascended the ladder attached to the side of his N-1T and settled into the cockpit. R9 was already loaded in the back and had gone through most of the pre-flight checks. "Buddy. Sounds like most of the issue planetside is focused in the vicinity of the Temple and the Senate. We'll do what we can for everyone, but we can only do so much at once. I need primary and secondary ingress routes to both locations. I'll decide upon final destination at the IP. Keep getting her warmed up."
Ignoring the droid's usual beeping of compliance, the Jedi Master continued through the rest of the pre-flight to,get communications up. Selecting the encrypted frequency for fleet command, he dispatched a message to the Admiral in charge. "Admiral. Did you get that message out to the assault group yet?"
"Yes, I did. Look I have an obligation to preserve at least some of our forces."
"I don't have time for your excuses. I want three Liberation-class Cruisers down here the second the assault group arrives." Without waiting for a response, Marcello lifted his head out of the instrument panel and motioned for the ground crew to remove the cholks and ladder once both his engines were spinning at idle. With all ground equipment cleared, he did a quick check with the pilots of his ad hoc force of roughly thirty various spacecraft. For the purposes of this operation, Marcelo had divided them into three distinct sections with the first under his command. "Section Leaders, we up?"
A brief moment of silence existed before the other two section leaders indicated they were ready.
"Alright, Section Leaders, target packages are enroute to your consoles. Wedges in a line, keep it tight we're approaching through the commercial district." Switching over to the control tower, Marcello radioed in their clearance and departure. "Control, Whiskey Flight, we're green on departure." There was a response, but Marcelo didn't care, he was already applying power to the repulsors along with the rest of the force. In a matter of minutes, thirty ships were rocketing towards the commercial district in formation.
APPROACHING SENATE
All thirty spacecraft had managed to survive flying through the heart of Coruscant just above the perpetual cloud layer of the lower levels. By now, Marcello had split all of his sections such that section two would approach from the west and the third from the south. Marcello's section was responsible principally from the not-so-frontal attack from above. All attack runs would occur simultaneously...they had to. It presented great risk to the pilot's, but it was lower than the risk endured from a staggerd attack where the Graug forces had time to...adjust. Besides, they were just buying time until the 1st Assault Group arrived.
Each section had a mixed composition. Six XA-5 X-Wings would escort four GN-0401 Virtue Bombers to the primary target which was the harvest ship over the Senate. The only exception to the composition was Marcello's section with only five X-Wings because he hated the damn things.
Upon reaching the initial point of the attack run near the area known as the Grand Corridor, Marcello keyed his vessel communicator. "One is over the top, beginning approach." Pushing the power on the sublight bank to maximum, the Jedi Master's nimble interceptor quickly began rocketing ahead. There was bound to be a little dispersion, and he'd informed his section that he would put a little distance between himself and them early on. "R9, you got the controls for a minute partner."
The droid was happy to assist as Marcello focused his mind deep into the volatile, agitated currents of the Force. He could sense plenty of people on the planet without doing such, but he was curious as to whom was about to fall prey to a massive ship falling on top of their head. A soft beep from R9 and the precipitous roll-bank maneuver indicated to Marcello the final leg of the attack run had been initiated. He could already see the outline of the large vessel beginning to form several thousand kilometers below. In that moment, it was all the Jedi could do to send a brief message through the Force to those he could identify with a force presence indicative of Jedi. Get out. Now!. This was not a situation they would survive on half measures. People would die today. Marcello had accepted that before ever leaving the ground.
((OOC:
Utilized assets...
17 x XA-5: http://www.starwarsrp.net/topic/3569-xa-5-x-wing/
12 x GN-0401: http://www.starwarsrp.net/topic/692-gn-0401-virtue-republic-bomber/ ))
@[member="Darth Vulcanus"] | @[member="Sumalee"] | @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] | @[member="Aika Kawakami"]