Paradise Lost (Republic Dominion of Mimban & Gyndine Hex)

[WolfMortum]

Location: Commenor.
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"].
Post: 15/25.

Augmentation, Veiere considered the most common of Jedi practices as well as most other Force users really, to be able to jump higher, move quicker utilizing the force to fuel the body and the mind; it was among those he had not mentioned simply because those that he had, were his focus throughout his training. "I can help you improve on your Telepathy if you like" He responded with a nod before raising his cup to his lips and taking a brief sip of the drink, falling silent as he savored the taste, finally to give something of a thoughtful hum in appreciation and offer her his thanks, "Mm, it's good thank you". As for the matter of a lightsaber, well that was rather straight forward providing one had the resources. Veiere could list the parts needed to create a working hilt, if only she were to ask; "I can help with your swordsmanship if you like, the acquisition of a lightsaber is standard in Jedi training as we enter knighthood, from there Jedi have been known to experiment with different variations, some wielding more than one at a time if skilled in the Jar'Kai form of Combat; say the word and I'll help you acquire the parts, though there's a fair number of them and you'd have to choose what alloy to use for the casing".

Kay seemed to change the subject, suggesting that perhaps he wasn't entirely happy with the state of their affairs though he could only disagree and assure her otherwise of his complacency, "I did not leave Alzoc Three to go off in search of an adventure or excitement. Contrary to what many believe, the Jedi do not look at war as if it is something to be yearned for, action to be exhilarated about" He grinned to her in faint amusement, assuming that she already knew as much. "I came with you because I have always stood for the Republic, as had the Jedi Order of old. I stay because I believe this is where I'm most needed, yet I do plan to venture off to Voss for a short time to make contact with the Silver Sanctum there, I do have concerns about the current state of the Jedi Order and would like to get a better view of all that it has become; that said, it will not be during a time where I feel you will not miss my Company. Simply when things are quiet and I know you are safe and well".

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Shield-class Orbital Base Mimban Two, in orbit via Mimban
Objective: Do your own thing
Allies: Republic
Enemies: None yet

[13/38]

Gir shook his head, "Nevermind...just someone I used to know who worked on the Obi-Wan Kenobi."

The rodian turned his attention back to working on the starship, "There's a lot of people on that ship you know. I doubt that I met them all."

True, but you should have at least heard of the mechanic's section chief...and he was still there a month ago. Gir's lilps contorted into a frown. Which means that he definitely should have known that name...even if he was the lowest mechanic on the ship, he would have at least met the man several times. That bothered Gir. While it was possible that the rodian had an exceptionally poor memory or had some other benign reason for not knowing the name, it was also quite possible that the rodian's past wasn't what he said it was. And that could mean that he was an impostor. Gir's eyes wandered around the hangar, looking to see if anyone else was present or if there was anything unusual. But aside from a few deactivated astromech droids and a stack of duraplast crates piled up near the turbolift, the room looked almost identical as the day it had been delivered to the Republic. He pulled his comlink and switched its frequency to a private channel.

"Sergeant Duluth, if you could send one or two of your men to the hangar bay, I'd be greatly obliged."

The comlink briefly hummed before a baritone voice began to flow out of it, "Is there something that's the matter?"

"I'm not sure. Let's call it hunch."

"Roger. You'll have a body down there shortly."

Gir imagined that the Republic marine was probably silently swearing at him. With a simulation going on, the soldier was probably still fairly busy and stressed with it, let alone having to deal with a nonspecific concern voiced by someone who wasn't even in his chain of command. Still, Gir knew that his former station almost certainly meant that his request wouldn't be ignored. More likely than not, it almost ensured that the NCO would be present in person if he could help it. And that was something that Gir could really use right now...

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Commenor
Posts: 17/25

Kay was glad for the ample help in Force training and lightsaber making that [member="Veiere Arenais"] was offering. She bowed her head to him in thanks, though really she felt as though she was gaining too much from this business partnership than what was fair. There seemed to be so little that she could teach him or help him with. Perhaps she should increase his pay.

She sipped her tea again and listened as he spoke of being fine with the state that her situation was in. And then he spoke of wanting to go to Voss. "Perhaps after the election, win or lose, you could take The Free Lady to Voss. Terrac could pilot her for you. I could stay here or visit my adopted brother. It wouldn't be a problem for me. I'd hate to keep you from an important journey of discovery. Then when you are finished, you'd be most welcome to return."

Kay was more than used to people and in particular, bodyguards, from not sticking around for long. So it came at no surprise that she would make him aware that she was in no way expecting him to stay long either. That would be asking for too much from someone. With or without help, she was going to try to see the election through. If she was lucky, then she'd lose. But if Commenor was lucky, then she'd win. It was just hard yo say at the moment what the outcome would be.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Commenor.
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"].
Post: 16/25
OOC: (Apologies, I'm somewhat ill).

"I appreciate the thought but I won't be needing your ship, M'lady" He replied warmly, not wishing to linger on the offer; "I won't be gone longer than a standard week, I plan to return shortly there after and would hope that our contact would remain in the case I need to return earlier than planned, by whatever circumstance", he truly was grateful as it wasn't every day that one offered up their own vessel for the ventures of another, especially for personal intent. Furthermore he highly doubted that Terrac would enjoy his company in the absence of his employers. "I will see you to your brothers if that's what you wish, before going anywhere; otherwise my trip will be overshadowed by my concern for you. I know you're all settled in to this life, living dangerously and all that but it wouldn't be right of me to leave you in a vulnerable state while I pursue my own ambitions".

For a brief moment, his gaze shifted as he considered that she might not take so well to his general behaviors; concern crossing his eyes in that he might be being to upfront or at times pushy, he frowned to himself before dipping his gaze and questioning the motives for such insecurity. In his silence, having acknowledged the fear, he took a slow breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, lips barely parted, once more centering himself before returning his attention to Kay.

"Besides, the Jedi Order seems to have survived this long without my hand in amongst its affairs, I don't doubt that it will endure while we handle things here. I am in no rush at all" He added gently before lifting his cup back to his lips and taking a longer sip from the herbal tea.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Shield-class Orbital Base Mimban Two, in orbit via Mimban
Objective: Do your own thing
Allies: Republic
Enemies: None yet

[14/38]

Sergeant Duluth didn't send one marine: he sent two. Gir watched as the pair of men in battle armor strolled through a blast doors in what almost could be described as a march. Their footsteps began to loudly echo through the quiet hangar. Well...that may be a bit more obvious than I would have liked...Gir quietly excused himself from both Lieutenant Stadler's company and that of Nu, the rodian mechanic. He quickly paced over towards them, waving them towards the nearby briefing room. The marines hesitated before Gir sheperded them into the darkened room. He flipped the light switch, mostly for his benefit, and shut the door. He casually glanced at their armor and weapons before turning his eyes to peer into their visored helms.

"How long have you two been stationed here?"

The two soldiers glanced at each other before facing Gir again. The taller one spoke. It seemed to Gir that while both of them were privates, he was the more senior of the two.

"Since the station became operational last month."

"Did you recognize the mechanic I was just with?"

"Ah...I didn't get a real good look at him...or what is a female...or something else?"

"There's something suspicious about him," informed Gir, "at least with the background he claims to have."

"We don't really hang out with the mechanics...sir."

"Gir...you can call me Gir," said the blonde man, "I don't hold a real rank any more."

"Yes sir."

Gir held back his tongue. Yet he understood that such a response had probably been drilled into them for months now. It was unlikely that he'd manage to change those habits the short time he'd be here, if that was even appropriate. He shook his head.

"In any case, I'd like the two of you to ask for his ID card, to see if it checks out. You know, a routine check. You can do it to all of us."

"And then what?" asked the taller one.

"Well if it doesn't line up, detain him. If it does, the two of you are free to go back to whatever Sergeant Duluth had you doing before."

"Sounds simple enough..." said the shorter one.

If only that were the case...

 

[Kay-Larr]

Location: Commenor
Posts: 18/25

So [member="Veiere Arenais"] didn't trust that she'd be safe on her own? Or perhaps it was that he didn't trust others? Maybe it was a mixture of both? Kay sipped her tea and then set her cup down, folding her hands on the table. She saw the concern in his eyes and appreciated it. The Jedi was just doing his job, afterall.

"Alright. You just let me know when and we'll make all the preparations.I will do my best to avoid trouble. I could even have a vacation. I should be allowed to have one, shouldn't I?" Of course her vacations in the past usually had her running from bounty hunters. Yet as far as she knew, she had none to worry about this time.

This was the start of a new chapter in her life. It was scary as she didn't know how it would turn out, but at least she had some support. She hoped that her brother and some of her friends would join in that support as well. But first thing's first
She had to see the Elders. That alone made her a bit nervous. "Veiere? Would you come with me to see the Elders tomorrow? And by that I mean to be there beside me when I meet them?" It didn't hurt to ask.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Shield-class Orbital Base Mimban Two, in orbit via Mimban
Objective: Do your own thing
Allies: Republic
Enemies: None yet

[15/38]

Gir opened the door again to step out back into the central hangar of Mimban Two. HIs eyes immediately darted towards Angel One. He had expected to see Lieutenant Stadler and Nu to still be at the ship talking, but neither one was present. Really...I take two minutes at most...I guess that's all they needed...He frowned. Or he what needed. Gir pulled out his cylindrical comlink and tapped several buttons on it as he paced around Stadler's fighter.

"Lieutenant Stadler, where are you?"

He had hoped for a quick response, but he received none. He silently cursed for letting the two of them out of his sight. He beckoned for the two marines to follow him as he made his way through a set of blast doors and into the mechanic's bay. He saw several men, a lanky duros, and a pair of sullustans busy chippering away as they watched live holo feed of the continuing wargames. Gazing into the largest one, Gir could see that a pair of frigates were beginning to push towards the outer most station, where they had run into stiff resistance from a bulky light cruiser. One of the mechanics, a dark-skinned man wearing green overalls stood up from a salvaged ejection seat to meet him. The man's hazel eyes drifted from Gir to the two marines behind him.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

A brief smile flickered across Gir's face, "We're looking for Nu."

"Who's that?"

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Commenor.
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"].
Post: 17/25

He questioned for a moment whether there had been any doubt about his being there when Kay would speak with the Elders of Commenor. Aside from the simple curiosity of meeting these leaders or guides of the common people, he had already given his word that he would do what he could to assist and protect her. "Where else would I rather be" he chuckled softly and replied with warm humor, soon nodding to emphasis his confirmation; "I would be happy to be there; if not to be of use to you, perhaps I can learn more about the planet you are to lead one day...-Force willing". His particular position was a curious one from the outside, he imagined. A Jedi now involved with a person of great political interest; in his mind he had been helping her because she was a person who he found deserved a break, furthermore over the short time in each others company, Veiere had grown to like the woman; as well as the access it brought him in discovering the current events and stability of the galaxy.

"I highly doubt you'll have much need for me on a protection level but I am interested to know how these things will proceed, I have little experience in politics but it would be nice to see how the people are lead here on Commenor"; he had traveled to a number of planets over the years that he had served in the Jedi Order and had seen many sides to the weight of government leadership; he hoped that Commenor would be more welcoming to her in her candidacy.

 

[Miss Blonde]

"So I look him, and you know what he says to me?" Blonde spoke out as she sat in a chair with her elbows placed on a round table.

"What?" One of her fellow black tie gangsters asked from across said table.

All around her killers and thugs sat at the little gathering they had, all smoking various cigarettes and cigars as they listened to Blonde's story with child like glee and curiosity.

"The guy says. Blonde. The moment I sat down at that table I knew that I was going to be victorious, I blew through their arguments, my @&$#ing tongue was like a silver plated lady loving machine that day. I even got the scruffy looking nerf herding mother @&$#er to walk out." Every man had a laugh at the table before blonde switched gears.

"But then he changes his tone, he tells me. But when the chips were down you know what they chose? Well let me say it didn't matter what they &&@#in chose cause it sure as $&@# wasn't me our mine. And you know what I felt after that? Betrayal, I felt used, I felt like my heart dropped out the bottom of my chest." Blonde took a drag of her cigarette and looked over to her men around the table.

"Then what happened?" Orange asked their fearless leader.

"He looks me dead in the eyes and says, I want you to take their hearts, to break them. I want you to make their final moments in this galaxy what I felt when my own kind left me in the wind." Everyone got real quiet as Blonde reached into her jacket and produced a very long and jagged knife.

"So that's what we're gonna do today gentlemen, we're gonna break some $&@#in hearts." Blonde said as she exhaled smoke from her cigarette.

Coming out of Hyperspace around the planet of Mimban a fleet of cruisers, blockade runners, and a single star destroyer stationed at the center of the fleet had arrived to ensure that the republic didn't have their way. The Black Tie Syndicate had recently gone back to the more smaller roots and had come on the behalf of Cato Neimoidia. With their guns barreling down the sights of the Republic ships in orbit everyone only had one thing on their mind today.

Rebellion

A few seconds would pass and the Republic would be able to see the ships staring them down. There was no warning, no threat to leave or die, no they were beyond words at this moment.

A single transmission would be sent out on open communications and it would start the carnage.

"Fire."

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[Aithne Charr]

Mimban System, Arrival from Cato Neimodia, avoided Hyperlanes​

Onboard "The Mythosaur." Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

Mission: Do a little Dance.​

Mandalorian Assault Fleet #1 - 8050m​

Flagship - The Mythosaur - Bastion Class Star Destroyer​

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• The Mythosaur - Bastion Class Star Destroyer - 2200
  No Fighter Compostion

[*]The Hellfire - Lucrehulk Command Carrier - 2000

• Droid Legions (22)
  Eel Droids - (2 Legions)
• Prowler Droids - (2 Legions)
• Exemplar Droids - (4 Legions)
• B4 Super Clankers - (6 Legions)
• 100x DsD 2 Spider Droid - (=2 Legion)
• Aerial Battle Droids - (1 Legion)
• Clanker Battle Droids - (5 Legions)

[*]Interceptor Squadrons (6 Squadrons)

• 6 Apollo Class Interceptors - (1)
• Jackel Interceptors - (5)

[*]Star Fighter Squadrons - (48)

• Lunar Starfighters - (36)
• Txiin-class Starfighter - (12)

[*]Scurrg H-7 Bombers - (48)
[*]Umbra Class Dropships - (40)
[*]Confederate Assault Tanks (50)

• Behemoth Tank Droids - (5)
• 5x Tolmalok Walkers - (=10 Tanks)
• 5x Buckler Walkers - (=10 Tanks)
• 12x Hammer Walkers - (=25 Tanks [Solan's collection])

[*]The Skyfall - PulseFlare Heavy Cannon Cruiser - 950m

• No Fighter Compliment

[*]The First Brood - Sev'rance-class Light Carrier - 300m

• CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (60)
• CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (36)
• CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (12)

[*]The Second Brood - Sev'rance-class Light Carrier - 300m

• CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (60)
• CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (36)
• CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (12)

[*]The Third Brood - Sev'rance-class Light Carrier - 300m

• CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (60)
• CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (36)
• CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (12)

[*]The Fourth Brood - Sev'rance-class Light Carrier - 300m

• CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighters (60)
• CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptors (36)
• CS/TX-02 Droid Bombers (12)

[*]The Hammer - Kalestat Cruiser - 550m

• LAAT/D Gunships - (10)
• Umbra Class Dropships - (10)

[*]The Anvil - Poggle Escort Carrier - 1150

• CS/TX-01 Droid Interceptor - (60)
• CS/TX-00 Droid Starfighter - (80)
• CS/TX-02 Droid Bomber - (40)
• Umbra Class Dropships - (20)
• LAAT/D Gunships - (10)
• Quill-class Shuttle (2)
• Meteor Class Droppods - (20)
  Holding 2 Squads each of Clanker Battle Droids - (12 Droids per squad)

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And so, it had begun. Solan felt the ship lurch as he and his fleet left the sanctuary of hyperspace over the planet of Mimban, with three forces in nearby jump locations for resupply and occupation of the planet and the sector once this little rebellion of the Black Ties' had succeeded. Sure they would not stay forever, no that was for the Ties to do when it came to control of the sector, but he was here on orders to support those criminals who had found an ally in the Mandalorian Empire. And while he still did not support this alliance, it did achieve a necessary goal for the Empire and that was to present the power that it has attained.​

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This was in thanks to two very interesting deals and as such weaponry that Solan was not able to use. The first were the old ships of the Techno Union, a now defunct galactic superpower that was in needed of remembrance. But that was not the only ships that composed the fleet he had under him and those forces nearby. No there was also the trade deal and purchases made by himself from Aurora Industries. While he likely could have simply borrowed the ships, they were fairly bought by the Empire and as such to be used without worry of scratching the paint job. After all he knew that Taeli would kill him if he had brought her a ship back with half the hull looking like swiss cheese. Like he said though, the ships were bought and as such, he would not have to hold back.​

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It was strange fighting the Republic, a group he had once said deserved to unite the galaxy... but now. That was in the past.​

​

"Have the Hellfire take up position behind this flagship, the Broods are to take positions on either side in an arrow formation with the Skyfall at their center, though pulled back a bit to ensure easier defense of the ship. The Hammer is to take up position below and slightly ahead of the Skyfall, i do not want the weapon to be caught by a gutsy frigate or cruiser captain looking for an easy medal on their belt. The Anvil will be ordered into position behind the Hammer, make sure that its captain fully understands he is suppose to protect the Hammer and Skyfall, but should be ready to switch the target of his Droid fighters on a moment's notice. The Broods will ready their compliments as well, but not launch them until i give the order. Furthermore, have the Skyfall and the Hammer prepare their main cannons for when the enemy is within range, we will be the first to fire off on the enemy should they decide to rear their heads. Have the Hellfire ready to land its legions on the planet itself, though make sure that they are ready for boarding action if need by. Lastly have the Anvil prepare its droppods to reinforce the troops on the ground. Am i clear?"​

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The communication officers were already onto their orders, each relaying their orders to a different ship while Solan could overlook his playing field from here. The reserve forces would be holding back until he gave them the all clear to move in and secure the planet or to head for other targets of interest. It would be hard to determine for sure whether or not they would be needed as he was unsure if the Republic would react with overwhelming force or not. To him this game was but a slow one, a matter of patience that he was nowhere near close to being complete with. There were factors yet unseen by him, their numbers being one of the chief problems he would have to deal with. If they dropped in with a larger force and engaged quickly, he would have to hold out until the reserves could drop in.​

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Granted they would not take long, but every second counted.​

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He also was not used to the idea of swarm fighters. He never truly put much trust in droid pilots, preferring the human element so to speak when he had to trust in a fighter. Granted, he had made sure there were those from his shadow legion on the Hellfire for that reason and in commanded of the dropships and gunships, but still, there was much more than he could calculate when it came to droids that he knew little about in terms of their specific strengths during combat. That did not mean they would be useless, though, no far from it. The ability of a swarm fighter, while these specific ones were foreign, was something that he still knew well enough to use with success. He was giddy to test the effectiveness of these droids, ready to see the Republic throw men at him only to be sacrificed for a defeat militarily that they would not be ready for... but he had to wonder.​

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Who would be his opponent, who would be the man or woman who thought they could save this planet from the occupation of his fleet? Who was it that had the guts to put other's lives into the mix and hope that they won without the death of thousands weighing on their conscious. That was one thing he loved about droids, it was the one thing he found solace in when it came to droids. A droid was not living, it did not have family, it did not feel sadness or pain. A Droid was a weapon of war, a tool just as any blaster or ship were, they were simply given intelligence in order to fulfill their purpose as weapons of war. They were given their 'sentience' to save the lives of mandalorians and others who used them. That was why Solan enjoyed and found solace in the droid force under him, it meant he could fight without worry of destroying the family of the ment that served the Empire.​

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Solan openned up an open frequency channel, letting it be recieved by the enemy fleets so that they recieve his only warning to them. As soon as the message was sent out the comms would return to their secure ship by ship frequency, leaving the Republic captains and commanders to do with what he said what they will. "To all Captains and Commanders of the Republic forces stationed over and on the planet of Mimban. This will be the only warning and offer i will give you. Any ships or soldiers that surrender to troops under my command will be treated humanely and i will personally oversee their treatment, both medically and as POWs. This will be the only offer of safety that you will get from our side, make sure you understand that before forcing my ships to destroy your crews should you start to put their lives in certain danger."​

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(Forces that are not in system listed Here, I was having really bad lag out because of how many ships i have, sorry to make you have to go to a link for them.)​

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender Imperious II (Development)
Mimban Orbit

Fleet

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8000 meters total
Imperiuos II - MSD100 Imperious Mk II-class Star Defender 1900 (Being Developed here)
6 squadrons
Wave Serpent - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
KingfIsh - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Tempest - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Blue Tide - MBC75 Scythe Mk II-class Heavy Cruiser 940
Sky DIver - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Horus - MFG39 Onager-class Bombardment Frigate 400
Grappler - MFG35 Angler-class Interdictor Frigate 400
Barrington - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Marko - MCE30 Nautilus-class Escort Frigate 250
Stellar - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200
Jordan - MCC29 Swordfish-class Missile Corvette 200

Picket 117 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 128 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Picket 129 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60
Picket 145 - MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Picket 60

Reshmar sat looking over a mission reports from the fighting on the surface. His job here was simple he was there to keep any craft from leaving the world and getting out of the system. His battlegroup had so far seen no action at all. He had been monitoring Admiral Gir and his mission off and on but mostly ha had been reviewing new technical data from his engineering team and reading the few reports coming up from the surface. The report he was now reading was a report from a rear observation team on the planet below. Nothing interesting, but Tian thought it would help if he read everything so he would not be out of the loop on anything happening on the world. He was caught by surprise when the alarm klaxons came to life, then a moment later the frantic voice of captain Liat came over the communications channel.

"Contacts inbound, brace for impact!" a few seconds later the hull below his feet vibrated as the first volleys of fire struck the shielding of the Hand of Cala. Reshmar stood and opened a channel to the bridge as he ran through his quarters doors and towards the repulsor lift.

"Captain, Report!" Tian said as he reached the lift and its doors opened.

"Sir, unidentified vessels bearing 275 degrees moving into range sir. They have opened fire. I have brought uor shields up and ordered us into an engagement course with the enemy formation." said Captain Liat. His normally calm gruff mon calamari voice now pitched and short. Reshmar watched the doors to the lift close and spoke again.

"Good, Have the Kingfish, Wave Serpent, Tempest, and Blue Tide move into position on our flanks. Have all other ships form up in a line abrest right formation and launch all wings for defensive support. Get a message out for assistance before they jam out coms and see if you can get Admiral Quee on the line. I will be in the CIC in three minutes." Reshmar said as he cursed the lifts slow speed in his mind. The left came to a stop and the doors slid open. Tian stepped out into the CIC buried deep in the belly of the heavy cruiser and walked to the command table in the center. He looked at various displays as he neared the table. The ships in the distance spat fire out at the small Republic fleet. It was hard to make out the exact composition of the force but at least one was a large capital vessel.

 

[Barkt Melan]

As the EagleEye dropped out of hyperspace, Barkt immediately saw the immense fleet. He didn't know whose they were, but he did know they weren't something he wanted to hang around. He was here to buy land and factories, not fight. "Jump to Cato Nemodia as soon as you can." He ordered. There was a rush of activity as they typed into the Navcomputer and waited for the calculations to finish. You could cut the tension in the air with a vibroblade. Both sides could easily kill the research vessel if they wanted. Hopefully the RFID tags reading Heofon Industries and as a Corporate owned shipwould help. "How long before we can jump?"

"Minute and a half, sir. " One of the technicians stated.

"Try and rush it, if you can." He ordered, and the man nodded. He sighed. It would be best if he could get out without being noticed. That would be nice.

If he was lucky, he could jump soon.

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Reshmar"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Commenor.
Allies: [member="Lady Kay"].
Post: 18/25.

Something stirred Veiere from his discussion with Kay, his eyes drifted across the far wall of the vessel yet his gaze appeared distant and as if he were looking through the freighter docked within Commenor's space port. The Force pooled to him, the air felt dense and as if it had suddenly become difficult to breath. He wasn't sure if Kay would be able to feel it but it was as clear as day for Veiere, something had come, a presence that felt only threatening and sounded off in the back of his mind as if their lives were now endangered; yet it also felt elusive, as if it hadn't reached them, yet. Quietly, he placed the cup of tea down on the nearest surface and without uttering a word to Lady Kay, Veiere moved for the aft corridor leading down the landing ramp; the cool of the night was refreshing though his eyes narrowed trying to see through the darkness and extending his concentration out about the surrounding area. He found nothing and while his attention was drawn skyward, he still could not see reason for himself to feel so on edge.

Furrowed brows carried a heavy and tired look across the far-plane, the horizon appearing as calm as ever and even the city streets were silent; putting all doubts aside, one might have said that it was a peaceful night; the calm before the storm. 'What is it...-what am I not seeing...' he questioned himself within; Commenor was a ways off from Mimban yet and the battle that was ensuing above had yet to come close enough for those on the planet to see the collision of cannon fire and other heavy munitions thrown chaotically from vessel to vessel. "Kay?..." He called back, calling her by name for the first time since their meeting, he turned to move back up the ramp of the Free Lady, returning to speak with her had she not followed him most of the way. He passed her completely though expected her to follow while Veiere moved to the Cockpit and looked about the freighters controls; 'Blast it, which one is it!', useless when it came to technology, he had a hard time finding the communications terminal, "Wake up Terrac...-I want to hear what's going on out there..."; she might have thought him crazy though he suspected she could feel the tremor in the Force too; Veiere had felt something like it before; the day Svivren had been hit.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

The story was a good one, one of loss and betrayal, but the ending had yet to be written, and Cyrus was sure to ink the page red.

[member="Miss Blonde"] had gathered the entire BTS crew for a Rebellion mission against the Republic that had hurt them in the past. Their celebrities and politicians lay dead at home, now their soldiers would fall too. Racking rounds into chambers and ensuring all of his gear was stowed in its place on his person, the Surgeon was prepping for an operation, the removal of a malignant tumor.

A green LED lit up on Cyrus mask, Blonde would know he was prepared for the task.

 

[Nick Sept]

(OOC: Just doing a little stage-setting for this rebellion. If anyone finds my post bothersome, let me know)


One politician hadn't been killed in the last spree. He didn't know why. They hadn't come for him. They'd come for plenty of other senators and celebrities. Their barbarism, their madness. It had irritated him to no end. Today, Sept drank. Alone. Why was he still here? In this Senate? The forces of the Republic couldn't defend Cartao. His world, the world he'd been elected to work for and with, had no power, and he was just as powerless. IS that why he was spared? To taunt him? To continue his torment. Buncha fething bastards. Just like him, a fatherless son of a Kaminoan test-tube and too much jackassery.


The man sipped his whiskey angrily. He set it down, walking outside the bar on Mimban. He sighed. Even with an artificial pancreas, there was only so much a man could do. He pulled a cigar out of his pocket, lighting it with a laser knife from his boot. He smirked, taking in a long, slow drag. Suddenly, annoyingly, he felt it. Again. The same damn visions, and headaches, he had had on Alderaan when Faith was in danger. Except, this time, it wasn't faith. It was the whole damn area, on fire, covered in rubble. Him, digging out survivors.


He put the knife back in his boot. He grabbed a comm-link. "Poet?" he said into the receiver. "Sept. Meet me at these coordinates. Bring guns and the gang. It's gonna be hairy soon. Bring some med-kits, too."


"Got a hunch, boss," the other clone mused with a dry tone.

"Always," Sept said before turning it off. He'd wait. Downtown. It would be time.

 

[Kara Runo]

Denon
Traveler's Bard Star Port
Two days ago
1100

Kara was travelling in force with her fighter squadron.
Although jumping around in their fighters was part of the fun of enjoying wild space, Kara figured hitching a ride with one of the Republic's Task Forces would probably make for a leisurely journey. The fighter jocks were milling about as we waited for logistics to figure out how to fit another squadron of fighters in on the carrier we would riding.

The transports for resupply going up to the Republic Task Force of the 102nd were kicking up in the distance.
She planned on catching a quick drink at one of the bars
Knocking back a Long Island Iced Tea the TIE pilot was hoping to see if the commanding officer of the 102nd [member="Dallen Thayne"] would be joining her before they got on the next transport. She had ran into a republic sniper [member="Symara Tarriq"] and began trash talking about who could hit wamp rats better.

"I guess we'll have to test this for science" she laughed giving a friendly jab on the shoulder.



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[Dallen Thayne]

Location: Enroute to Mimban from Gyndine, 102nd Task Force
Allies: [member="Reshmar"] [member="Gir Quee"] @Kana Runo [member="Symara Tarriq"] @Republic!!!
Enemies:

Fleet:

Spoiler

102nd Task Force
Republic Class Destroyer x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3]
Centurion Battlecruiser x 1 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 3] [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
Deliverance Heavy Carrier x 1 [R46 Valiant Squadrons x 3] [Scuurg H-6 Bomber Squadrons x 3]
Hammerhead Cruisers x 4 [Aurek Tactical Strike Squadrons x 1 per frigate]
Katana Corvette x 2

Several days earlier on Denon departing for Gyndine

Dallen could indeed spare a moment for the former Imperial pilot as he looked over the manifest for the final resupply check before they departed for Mimban. Mostly it was a list of newly stocked foodstuffs and fresh fuel for all the starships. As he walked toward the bar the fighter jockey had mentioned, the Republic simply made sure to relay orders for the crew on duty while he waited for the last shuttle up. "Lieutenant Ree, open communications to Commander Avaron and let the 31st know we will be leaving for Gyndine within the next hour. If Vanquo notices anything off on the sensors contact me right away. Tell Marlow and Sella they have full authority to act if an emergency happens while I'm down here waiting on the shuttle. Do have Marlow warm the engines though, I want us to leave as soon as the last shuttle docks with the fleet. I intend to be on time."

Settling into the seat across from the two women he was meeting, Dallen adjusted his glasses as he ordered a caf and hoped they were prepared for the deployment as well. "Now now, womp rats are pests but there's better uses of your time and efforts ladies. Have both of you been able to settle aboard for the trip to Gyndine yet?"

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[Ria Misrani]

Location: Denon - Traveler's Bard, Spaceport // En Route to Gyndine.
Objective: Join Republic forces on Mimban
Allies: [member="Kara [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT='courier new'][SIZE=14px]Runo"], [member="Dallen Thayne"] // the Republic
Enemies: - N / A -

It's been a long time since Symara Tarriq had seen any kind of fighting, the last had been before Corellia... Well, before. She scratched the back of her neck the weight of the armor was a little unsettling. It wasn't like she hadn't ever worn this heavy armor before, it's just been quite awhile since it had been necessary. Checking over the sniper rifle in her hands she didn't bother to really respond to the pilot, just a nod of acknowledgment and maybe a little smirk but it was gone just as soon as it showed. She could hear officers and enlisted alike discussing how much room they had and how many fighters they could squeeze.

Having checked her rifle she slung it over her shoulder and adjusted the strap along the front of her armor plating. A sergeant passed by, handed her a helmet - it was becoming a little too surreal. She signed on because it mitigated the duties of babysitting the Senator. Exhaling, Symara wondered if it was even worth it. Though, it was too late for that now as she looked the pilot beside her over and then shifted her gaze toward another passing pilot who gave them a wave. "I think they called us."

Probably, maybe not - but she wanted to get aboard a transport. She never liked waiting around at the bars, not before a battle. After, sure. Besides it'd provide her the opportunity to get settled into the armor, let it become like a second skin. Symara looked around, surveying her surroundings. Movement of troops, fighters and equipment part of her believed it was just a dream, the other knew better. She'd been wandering around the galaxy, a soldier without a war - and now that she'd finally found one. The Corellian wasn't so sure if she was all that happy to be jumping into one.

Her train of thought was broken by the 102nd's commanding officer. "No." Symara's answer was short. "Shouldn't take long to get settle in, at any rate." She took a deep breath and decided to forgo her usual routines. Usual went out the door the moment Corellia went boom. She ordered a caf, and a shot of Corellian Whiskey. When she was served the sniper mixed the two together, and whispered something in Old Corellian. It might've meant something to the effect of, may my blood be avenged, and may my enemies bleed. From there she downed it and turned the shot glass upside down, and went to nursing her caf.

 

[Taneas Haring]

Location: libita class - (approved for use by [member="Suravi Teigra"])
mimban orbit

Allies: the amazing republic
Enemy's:

23rd fleet

Spoiler

X4 udarnik assault frigate - 500m per ship
Armenents

• Plasma torpedo

Fighters

• 1 squad of B-wings per vessel (X4 squads)

Libita class command ship - 3000m
Armenents

• Energy torpedo
• Intruder missiles

Fighters

• X8 squads of B-wings
• X4 squads of vesparum intorceptors

The reports had become to flood in of attacks in orbit over mimban. He'd resived orders several days ago to bring the fleet to station with the others. The frigates had highly explosive ammunitions on board to pass along to ground efforts. But from the chatter he was glad the crews of the frigate's where manned by droids. If one took a fatal blow the ship would go. He sat there in the command seat of the libita listening in. "Have the fighters ready to deploy upon exit. We'll move the fleet behind the lead fleet till orders are issued." He spoke in a commanding voice. "Yes captain." The officer replied to then issue those commands down the line.

Not before long the 23rd fleet dropped out of hyperspace on the port side of the fleets to see beginning of the fray. "Patch me in." He spoke again. "This is vice admiral haring reporting for duty. What are my orders?" He asked waiting for reply. "Bring the ships behind soon as possible protect the frigate's, no shots to be fired till command gives word." Right now he was out the loop only just showing up. he wasn't sure if a plan had been made or simply in the process. Really he could use a briefing to be caught up. he knew he was repeating himself from earlier but it was said for reinsurance they heard.

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

En route to Mimban Temple... again

There was more happening, ayumi was looking over some of the things as they had been prepared to head out when information came keeping her here in the system. Standing there in her senator robes with the dreamsilk over the duster as she raised an eyebrow. "I see." Ayumi said it while giving a small look and going to the necklace as she held it with a small look on her face. The shard of Crystal she and Cath had been presented with in the temple and then they had returned here. With all of the work for the ships and the fighters they had been developing before she tapped her comlink. "Set course back and leave the ships with Gir, send out fighter wings as needed while we work on some of the things." There was a look at her while the security forces she had. "And you senator?" Ayumi offered a small smile while walking and held up her hand removing the taozin nodules to allow her force energies to no longer be obscured when she was setting course in the drop ship to one of the places that she knew would come in handy just in case. "I'll be down in the temple, bring some of the prefab defenses with us and send a message to a someone I know." There were nods as she stood there sendign the message to one of her contacts who had helped her out when she was getting started and needed to find some pirates and smugglers.