Paw, Claw and Scale (New Alliance/Open)

[Silara Varis]

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3rd Allied Fleet​

New Alliance Expeditionary Force​

Task Force Dagger​

Near Sullust​

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[member="Max Arach"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"] / [member="Zark"] / [member="Loske Matson"] / [member="Ty Zashal"] / [member="Wedge Draav"] / [member="Rayf Vigil"]​

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Sullust was theirs. As the fleets of the New Alliance refitted and the government council regained its strength already the 3rd Allied Fleet was on the move. Ssi-Ruvi raiders were a problem all along the Sanctuary Pipeline. They'd been fitted with fresh fighters, crew and dispatched to run the length.

Hours ago a singular transmission had come through from Fleet.

From the Bridge of Resolute Vengeance II she read the holo call transcripts with a grim jaw.

"Sector Command sent this?"

"Sure did, SIS picked it up a few hours ago. Some kind of Ssi-Ruvi prison Cruiser holding alleged HVT's ; First Order as well as a bunch of ours." Her XO replied.

She read once more and then nodded, swiping right in the air to dismiss the call.

"Send up the word then to Captain Raxton. Spin up the Rogues and our Hired forces. This is the break we've been looking for, a chance to sink our teeth into some fresh prey."

"Aye Ma'am, anything else?"

"No, I'll be up to the bridge shortly."

Her XO, Major Quinlan departed with a swift Salute. She mirrored the action and leaned back in her chair. Over the intercoms the battle station sirens began to blare. Trembling hands opened a drawer and pulled out a picture of her Parents. A brunette woman, and a dark haired man. Both former citizens of the Galactic Alliance, from Corellia.

The moments of the Republic falling washed over her, followed by the sheer terror of flashback. She was in Ison Corridor in her mind once more, where her last XO had died in space as they;d been forced to scuttle the ship.

Her fingers traced the front of the photo frame and then she slammed the drawer shut. With a grim locked jaw she drew her service pistol, locked a fresh round into the chamber and stood to holster it.

She'd had many success since then. Their task Force had Rogue Squadron, Alliance Pathfinders and some of the best Mercs money could buy.

She pressed the intercom.

"Begin jump plotting. Have all Squadrons standing by. I want to launch as soon as we enter theater....."


OOC: Write yourself in wherever. After a round of prep let the fun begin!

 

[Light Rises]

She had been to Sullust only a handful of times, more stationed in the Core, near her homeworld, when she was active in the Alliance. Now she was taking th calls she needed to, the missions she wanted. Helping the Alliance where she could, working with the Coalition to protect their borders, enforcing the laws of the Confederation, and learning from the Order. She had a full docket, but it made her something more. Somethin that she had seen passed around by the Jedi of the Alliance,.

Team Light Side.

She could live with that. And that was after everyone and their mother was telling her that she should calm down. That she should read up on what it meant to be a Jedi. That her teachers had been wrong. This was from the years traveling the galaxy. That was a lot of Masters to be wrong. She fought for what was right, and she fought at a level the Sith could understand.

Still, it didn’t matter today.

“I know this isn’t our normal posting, Mack.” She said to her astromech. Frenzy found herself normally posted up with Jed General Coren Starchaser, but the Alliance had a shift recently, and while Sentinel Battlegroup was still out on campaign, working to strike towards the Sith, they were recently docked up near Corellia, undergoing repair, and rest.

“Alright Cobalts, listen up. We’re deploying alongside the Rogues. We’re gonna head straight in, take the fight in the skies for as long as we can, but we need to land with Pathfinders, if safe, to assist them. We’re a sink unit, so be ready.”

Frenzy looked back to her controls, everything was in the green, but it had been in the green for a while. She wasn’t that knew at this. Her holodisplay was actually showing a playlist of music, and she was looking for the right tune. Something with a heavy beat and a good riff.

Something that was starting when she felt the reversion to real space and heard the launch command.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixZDTiXiHsc

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Near Sullust ​

Flying with Rogue Squadron for Alpha Strike​

Themehttps://open.spotify.com/track/2b9lp5A6CqSzwOrBfAFhof?si=o9Hshg9mRjesUy1iSXx94g​

[SIZE=11pt]“Does responding to the call of duty make me a call girl?” Loske asked, twisting her low ponytail into a tight bun and forcing the yellow-goggled helmet over her head. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Only if you increase your rates. Her astromech responded, with a snicker of a droid whistle. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The pilot simpered in response, lowering the canopy of her outfitted X-Wing. She barely registered the mechanical sealing sound, securing her inside, as she ran through her pre-flight checks on final time. Force of habit. She hadn’t flown with the Rogues in a while, but The Alliance seemed to be exercising its muscles once more. Which was a good thing, the galaxy could use a little hope. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Maybe I’ll get a fancier pointer, plated in gold.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They daren’t waste it, you’d scratch it up too fast. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I beg to differ.” She reached up, and triggered the FCS to responsive. “I’m untouchable, baby.” [/SIZE]

Unlike most call girls.

[SIZE=11pt]“Low blow, Franke, low blow. You’re no longer allowed to have comms with Isar, that had his humour written all over it.” For a sibling (genetically modified or otherwise), her brother liked to make hints at her dating life far too often. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The astromech voiced a beep that was the equivalent of a shrug, and updated the systems to cue green all around. A visual of the fighter she was installed in rotated on her screen, indicating the location of where most of her energies were and the balance between weaponry, shields, and engines. Percentages were neutralized at cool 33% all around, but sensitive to command once they belched from the stars into the fray. With a wave of her gloved hand, the visual closed and she navigated the holoscreen to open a channel with all other fighters within the proximity.[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=11pt]“Good afternoon boys and girls, Rogue Five here - Friendly Blue to you - let’s be aware of our fronts, backs, and peripherals.” She smirked, obviously there was humour in that statement - each fighter pilot knew they always had to keep eyes on the entire clock. There was no such thing as 10 and 2s in the air. “Pair up and stay together out there, this is a liberation run - we clear the air for the boarding teams. Each squadron knows their role - stick to it and we’ll be heading home in no time.” [/SIZE]

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[EllieEx]

Location: Space, Approaching the 3rd Allied Fleet.​

BR-0592 Inbound, accepting contract.​

A lone Kandosii exits hyperspace in the distance, not far from the fleet. the small craft waits, silent and still among the stars as the pilot establishes comms with the Resolute Vengeance II.

Somewhere on the bridge A holo image appears, revealing a mandalorian pilot, cycling through controls.

"Kandosii To the Resolute Vengeance, I am responding to your request for... contracted soldiers, and I am inbound on your position. I am locked, loaded, and ready to blast whatever you're fight'n, just need to know where you want me, Over?" A feminine voice says over the comms.

She takes a moment to look around, watching the fleet prepare in the distance, and the calm stars around them. it was all so serene, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she might be getting into more trouble than she's prepared for.
She had heard stories of the Ssi-Ruuk, but she had never fought them before. this would be almost entirely out of her experience, something she wasn't too happy about.
Nevertheless, here she was. on the bright side, it meant more credits in her account, and the next time she fought ssi-ruuk, she'd know what to do.

The kandosii drifts a little further through space while she waits for a response from the vengeance. In the meantime, she checks her playlists on a musical holo-player on another panel next to her, whoever was on the other end of the comms might hear the feint sound of an old max rebo song playing in the cockpit.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VacG9L2Zkq8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VacG9L2Zkq8

 

[Max Arach]

Location: Near Sullust, currently on board a boarding craft.​

Tags: [member="Silara Varis"] l [member="Danielle Stellaris"] l [member="Loske Matson"] l [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"]​

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Max sat in the boarding craft fiddling with his blasters. None of the alliance troops had really spoken to him much during the journey. He was just some mercenary after all which was all he really expected. He wondered how much longer it would be as they dropped back to real space and he made sure he was ready to go. Wouldn't be long now before the craft would head off into space.

His main hope and pray was that the squadrons supposed to be protecting them would be able to otherwise he might have to start making his way there by walking across the turbolaser fire that would be sure to fill the space between the ships. Please just let us make it so we can do what we have to. He prayed as they continued getting ready.

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[Wedge Draav]

SULLUST​

PREPARING TO STRIKE​

ALPHA TEAM​

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#ALPHATEAMRULEZ​

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Oh yeah.


Oh hell yeah.

It was easy being a 'grunt' of a pilot, really. I mean sure, the technical and tactical part was hard- but for the most part, it was all instinct and following orders for the most part. Except for that one time against the Vong- Wedge had gotten in plenty of trouble over that one. But it was worth it, wasn't it?

It's what earned him a spot on the Rogues, after all. Fit their MO. Save the little guy. Fight the bad guys. Break the rules to save people. The typical go-to cavalier, renegade attitude. Wedge had a lot, however- left to prove. In response to the Lieutenant's comm chatter- Wedge did a stylish roll to be under her. Under, was relative, as it was space and all. You were technically above her, beside her, around her- all at the same time. Wedge didn't stop to think how dirty that was, until after the fact.

His Astromech chirped.

He also taught his astromech to swear profusely. Which made some laughs over the comms now and again. But, as per usual, Wedge rarely said anything. He didn't have anything to say, but he had plenty to do. Like kill bad guys.

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[Silara Varis]

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3rd Allied Fleet​

New Alliance Expeditionary Force​

Task Force Dagger​

Near Sullust​

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[member="Max Arach"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"] / [member="Zark"] / [member="Loske Matson"] / [member="Ty Zashal"] / [member="Wedge Draav"] / [member="Rayf Vigil"] / [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"] / [member="Danielle Stellaris"]​

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What was supposed to be routine was now a level One event. As soon as they completed the jump alarms blared. Silara herself jumped out of her seat and right to the railing to view the scene. The biggest starship she'd ever born witness to graced the screen. What seemed to be thousands of kilometers of twisted, ugly and sickly purple alien steel was now laid before them.

"Interdictor trap!"

"Incoming fire, Plasma Cannons and Plasma Torpedoes."

There was no choice now. They'd have to fight their way out of this. Their only chance was to either sink the enemy Dreadnaught, or send in the teams as originally planned. She ran a quick scenario calculation in her mind, set her jaw and watched as hundreds of fighters swarmed into the deep. They were odd little blobs twisting and turning, spitting purple fire into their shields.

"All hands to battle stations, set condition One throughout the fleet! Launch all squadrons, now, now, now!"​

"Aye ma'am!"

A torpedo hit their prow, knocking them off course as the garish purple explosion tore through the shields and splashed armor, melting it down.

"Those plasma weapons are bypassing our shields!"

"Send the boarding teams, stick to the plan. Coordinate us above, Battle line will engulf and sustain fire immediately. Logistics Element to fall back long range, spin up the Reclaimers immediate re-arm and refit!"

"Aye ma'am!"

That still left her Support Element without orders. Comprised of Carriers and smaller craft, they were no match for the awesome fire power of the enemy.

"Carriers fall back, bring up the Jast Starfighter Killers, arrange them ventral to us. Let them shred the enemies fighters."

All the pieces began to move. She hoped the Pilots and Mercs she had were enough.

Hundreds of heavy Mass drivers lobbed Tungsten slugs into the beast, followed by the corkscrewing contrails of Missiles ripping into shields. Purple green arced in hexagon patterns. Ion cannons belched, white streams peppering and overloading the Dreadnaught in some areas.

"Spin up all of our Plasma Railguns, firing solutions for their center mass."

"Arming, eta five minutes!"

We may not have three.....​

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We can do this.......​

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Fleet Comp.​

Spoiler

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Battle Line

ANS Resolute Vengeance II- Breakthrough-Class Battlecruiser
82/90

ANS Denigrator- Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

ANS Resurgence- Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

ANS Insurgent- Jast Missile Destroyer
100/100

ANS Shield- Jast Kinetic Destroyer
100/100

ANS Shield II - Jast Disabler Destroyer
100/100


Logistics Element


ANS Razor: Reclaimer 1
100/100

ANS Mechanus: Reclaimer 1
100/100

ANS Blackout- Jast Blackout
100/100

ANS Blackout II- Jast Blackout
100/100




Support Element

ANS Wrecker- Endurance II-Class Fleet Carrier
100/100

ANS Anvil- Endurance II-Class Fleet Carrier
100/100

ANS Dawn: Jast 1st Rate
100/100

ANS Faith: Jast 2nd Rate
100/100

ANS Charity: Jast 2cnd Rate
100/100

ANS Runner: Jast Shredder:
100/100

ANS Wrecker II : Jast Shredder:
100/100

ANS Punisher: Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
100/100

ANS Tower: Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
100/100

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• Fight a Path to the Hangars
• Survive
• BYOO

 

[EllieEx]

BR-0592, Entering AO​

Spoiler

Battle Tunes® for ya https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gvtebCS4ZEs

Wasp recoils as the massive ship exits hyperspace, taking a moment to observe the fighters that come spewing forth, belching plasma weaponry through the alliance shields. She changes comm channels, listening for any friendly chatter or instructions that might come through. This wasn't exactly how she planned to spend the day, and to make matters worse, she was no fighter pilot. Hell, she only picked this thing up for it's hyperdrive, all she wanted was something to ferry her from sector to sector.

"Bomber's Ain't for fancy flying.. Bombers are for fancy flyers to protect, just gotta get close and unload.. I can do this.. right?" she mutters to herself, having not yet realized that her comms might still be active.

The thrusters ignite as the ship makes it's way towards the battlefield. Wasp has two options in mind, either she can try to get fighter support and torpedo\proton bomb the enemy with what little Ordnance she's carrying, Or she can follow the boarding teams in, if she can't get fighter support.

"This is Wasp to any friendly fighters, bombers, whatever works. I've got a kandosii on approach with torpedoes and proton bombs, Got a bombing run to tag along with or fighter support to cover? Doesn't matter which" She broadcasts as she gets closer to the starbound battlefield, taking a deep breath as she mentally prepares herself for the struggle ahead.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Out of the jump ​

Flying with Rogue Squadron - Alpha Strike​

Glimmik Beat: Damn Babyhttps://open.spotify.com/track/2tydc88F5Rmws3DPZ81uyl?si=99mRoEtNRHCka9gSXAfHRA​

[SIZE=11pt]Light eyes traced the movements of the other Rogue pilot, [member="Wedge Draav"], assuming the gesture meant an indication of pairing up. Meanwhile, her stomach clenched half a second before her holo indicated they had cleared lightspeed and had entered real space now. Call it a biological error in her programming - she was sure her sensitivities to space would be moot if she hadn’t been a clone. A mild inconvenience for a pilot to feel queasy between coordinated jumps. The unsettled feeling coursed through her nerves for the entire deployment announcement through the comms. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her holo lit up with a series of red flashing dots - bogies, everywhere. And they were very unfriendly. This hadn’t been a part of the plan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“That’s go time.” She muttered, as fiercely as she could through clenched teeth while her digestive system settled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her thrusters roared to life, and the ladder next to her ship rolled away as she lifted and in a sudden forward-movement thrusted out from the hangar belly into the plasma-filled space. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Shields to the front, she engaged her own barrage of plasma as enemy ships locked her into their target. Purple beams of light streaked past her as she twisted, emerald streams spewing from her own weaponry “Let’s light ‘em up!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]No sooner had she entered the fray than a request for cover came through from a friendly bomber. She pivoted channels and veered right, narrowly avoiding a deadly bolt. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]The message was directed to [/SIZE][member="Danielle Stellaris"] [SIZE=14.6667px]"This is Rogue Five - will pave the way for you to provide cover for friendly bombers Cobalts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Rogues, let's aim for those Dreadnaught weapons."[/SIZE]


[member="Silara Varis"] [member="Max Arach"] [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"]

 

[Ty Zashal]

Near Sullust

All that could be heard was the beeping from consoles, which beeped with the flickering lights at sporadic intervals. Ty looked back at the console near the door while comfortable in his pilot's chair, noticing a couple of bright green lights alongside the reds, whites and blues. They were a quick way to tell how the engines were doing, clearly they were still working.

A couple of days ago he had been busy fixing the engine, again, knees planted on the hull of the ship while he had his gloves on, having removed scorched plating and taking apart the wires beneath that connected to all sorts of parts in the freighter, with oily mechanical pieces beneath. Even with all the sweat and time invested in fixing the old freighter, the engines still didn't work. When it seemed he'd never off world with all the wires disconnected and mechanical pieces everywhere, someone with a fancy insignia and uniform had approached his parked ship, yelling up to him about some sort of fancy work involving liberating a planet from Ssi-Ruuk. At first, Ty didn't care and kept trying to repair his broken starship, but when the man offered the chance to get paid in a lot of credits and the fact that they could help in repairing the ship, Ty wanted to jump right down and shake his hand right there and then without any questions. After some quick repairs from experts far better equipped for engine repair, Ty soon would end up with the rest of the fleet as another willing mercenary. Floating with the rest of the ships in space, friendly territory, but it wouldn't last long as all that was needed was the signal to jump...

And his headset buzzed with a couple of voices from various peoples. Engines powered up and ships suddenly shooting into the depths of space, heading to their coordinates. "Oh, its time!" he spoke up in surprise, scrambling for his headset, taking his feet off the center console of the cockpit and unfolding his arms, one hand went for the lever, the other the headset. With the pull of the lever, his freighter would jump off into the depths of space like the rest.

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-> Fight a Path to the Hangars

Avoiding plasma fire while flying a big circular target was difficult, expecting to land this within a Ssi-ruuk vessel was near impossible. Ty tried to maneuver through the squadrons of engaged spacecraft while trying not to lose his shields in the hail of plasma. Decision making came down to seconds, with sharp turns having to be made around other starcraft or floating debris as the fight carried on. It hadn't even a chance of using his weapons in all the chaos, it was difficult enough trying to stay alive, trying to take down some Ssi-ruuk was just too dangerous. Nonetheless, he'd keep trying to fly his way deeper into the battle.

"I hope it isn't the dreadnought we're boarding." He said into his headset, a nearby explosion lighting up the interior of the cockpit as wreckage flew past the window "That thing has enough weapons to tear us all up before we can even get close!"

Spoiler

[member="Silara Varis"] [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Danielle Stellaris"] [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"] [member="Max Arach"] [member="Wedge Draav"]

 

[Light Rises]

The Alliance needed the world back, even if just for a beacon. Holding up there, making it a fortress world for the galaxy to see that hope and the dream were possible. As her music kicked in and the order was given to launch order, the woman grinned and her fighter was launching with her squadron. The others were going to be lauching too, and with the Alliance having already taken a swing at Sullust before, with the General and Fleet Admiral, but she was off doing her own thing, down towards the Core.

Her TwinTail was launching with her squadron, music covering her cockpit but the ambient volume of space and combat turned up to meet it. Just helped to give her a rhythm for her flight and combat. All good things, really. The group here was a bit different, and she wondered if they all knew who they were fighting for. It didn’t really matter so much as she didn’t have to kick someone’s tail later on. Her fighter was making combat speed as the orders were coming down from on high.

Cobalt was forming up alongside the Rogues. “Roger that, Blue. Cobalts in TwinTails and Y-Wings. Twins are leading, providing additional fire support.” She grinned as she pulled ahead of the modern Y-Wings and weapons were hot.

[member="Ty Zashal"]
[member="Loske Matson"]
[member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"]
[member="Silara Varis"]
[member="Wedge Draav"]
[member="Max Arach"]

 

[Silara Varis]

3rd Allied Fleet​

New Alliance Expeditionary Force​

Task Force Dagger​

Near Sullust​

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[member="Max Arach"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"] / [member=Zark] / [member="Loske Matson"] / [member="Ty Zashal"] / [member="Wedge Draav"] / [member="Rayf Vigil"] / [member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"] / [member="Danielle Stellaris"]​

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They were still taking quite the beating. Already ANS Resolute Vengeance II had lost a ton of its frontal armor. What was left was mostly molten slag as plasma bubbled the plates red hot and continued to drip like lava through different decks and compartments. Alarms were blaring, followed by the flashes of the red lights on the bridge.

Out in space the flights of fighters were making decent progress.

Or so it seemed.

"Ma'am, Deck Aurek, Besh, Kresh, sections One two and Five are venting atmo."

"Scramble damage Control Teams One and Two Alpha. Patch up the holes in my ship XO. Sound evac alarm, get the remainder of the crew out of there. They have five minutes to contain it, or I'm sealing off the bulkheads."

"They only need three Ma'am, she'll hold."

"I sincerely hope so."

Another barrage of plasma raked their dorsal side, impacting several weapons emplacements and reducing them to bubbling pools of mess.

"Status on those Plasma Railguns?"

"3....2....1....Hot!"

"Center all fire on the Coords I give you. Hold for my mark."

"Aye Ma'am!"

She swiped up, and a small map of the Dreadnaught appeared in the air. The shields flickered but only went down in very certain and particular places, like holes being cut into cheese. They filled back in just as fast. But those few seconds, those would have to be enough.

"Fighters and bombers are beginning attack run, Tallying Cobalt, Rogue and another Element."

"Wave them off course for a moment. Let's see here....."

There was a central blob right dead smack in the middle of the beast. She pointed with her finger and then double tapped to mark a red bead on the point.

"Here, Orient all available firing arc from all Vessels here!"

"Moving!"

In space the turrets and Cannons clicked and whirred, their servos locking in their new target with point precision, guided by the deft hands of their crews and the fast moving keystrokes of the Gunnery Officer.

"Prepare to fire!"

"All solutions locked!"

"Hold Plasma Railguns, all else, 3....2....1....Mark!"

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"Rounds away!"

Hundreds of Mass drivers fired in unison, their tracers littering the sky as they converged on a single point. Red hot slugs ripping into the shields, followed by the punishing broadsides of Ion Batteries. The cherry on the cake as it was was the devastating power of several high yield proton torpedoes impacting the centralized point. The vessel shuddered as magnetic rings warmed up and groaned.

A hex pattern flashed bright blue, straining under the barrage. Then she saw the telltale shimmer as a hole melted in their defense, like a piece of wax paper losing its center under a hot flame.

"Shields down, Rail guns, fire!"

"Rounds Away!"

Plasma wrapped, supersonic rounds lobbed forth from their dorsal side, right along the spine as their prow tilted down to meet the point of aim. They impacted perfectly, sailing right through the open hole, into the bright bulbous circle, and spearing out the other side. Small chain reaction explosions rent the beast in a semi circle and then full circle around her center.

"Sensors detect twenty five percent power reduction Ma'am! Their shields are weakened. Some plasma cannons are no longer online."

"Recalculate, fire again at will! Send a tight beam to all the fighter crews. They may have to conduct Zero G rescue of Prisoners."

 

[EllieEx]

BR-0592, Forming up on cobalt​

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Wasp continues to speed her way towards the battlefield ahead, her flash goggles going from bright to dim at a rapid pace as plasma and slugs are lobbed through space. Watching the sudden holes in the enemy's shield gave her hope. "Alright, Now Got a chance" she says to herself quietly.
As far as she could tell, there were already fighter elements in the area, Rogue, judging by the chatter over comms. cobalt must be that Y-Wing unit that dropped out of hyperspace. And another ship had appeared as well, no idea what element he was with, probably a fellow merc caught up in this whole mess. Wasp observed his flight pattern for a moment "Crazy spacer's making his way for the hanger isn't he?!" Well, she'd rather die boarding a ship than in a dogfight anyway. She alters course and follows [member="Ty Zashal"] towards the enemy, using her lazer cannons to take shots at the occasional enemy fighter pursuing him.
Here's hoping it works out..

Spoiler

[member="Max Arach"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Wedge Draav"] | [member="Rayf Vigil"] | [member="Danielle Stellaris"]

 

[Ty Zashal]

-> Fight a Path to the Hangars

Watching the might of the 3rd fleet tear into the Ssi-Ruuk dreadnought was the best thing Ty had seen all day.

However the sheer might of the Ssi-ruuk plasma barrage had made a large number of wrecks for him to dart his ship between, smaller pieces of debris scratched against the hull of his circular freighter, making a audible 'boom' throughout the vessel. The controls felt...off, as if the ship wasn't responding properly to him pulling and turning the wheel. Another boom echoed through the vessel as his ship would slam through the scorched remains of a fighter. "Oh you gotta be kidding me." He groaned, smashing the controls with his fist and then turning about as frustration was replaced with fear, staring back at the consoles in the back of the cockpit. The green lights were still flickering, albeit one was out of sync with the others.

His breathing slowed, eyes darting left, then right, then he turned about in his chair again, looking forth as the dreadnought's hanger was coming closer and closer. Despite the issues between the controls and not-so-responsive engines, he was still on course for the boarding action, concluding quickly "No time to fix the problem, blast it!"

So he put even more power to the engines, hands shakily grabbing a hold of the controls as the interior of the dreadnought's hangar became clearer, seeing all the Ssi-ruuk vessels, boxes, the lights on the walls and...apparent lack of space to land his non-functioning ship. "Time to add boarding pod to the list of things this ship can do." A few blaster shots pelted the hangar, fingers crossed it'd clear the way...

--Within the Hangar...--

Throughout the Ssi-Ruuk hangar bay would be filled with the noise of loud metallic screeching.

Explosions came out from the once intact fightercraft, which fell apart into various pieces as a grey hull pushed into them. Just about everything that laid in the path of the freighter's crash-landing would be smashed by it's circular exterior, which at this point was coming apart like a building in a earthquake. Plating fell down from the hull, wires were exposed, the laser turrets had either been destroyed or knocked off and the only thing intact was the cockpit- which two windows now had metal shutters covering them due to holes caused by debris. Albeit, the freighter was in a lot better condition then whoever had been unfortunate enough to be in it's way while landing.

The sparks disappeared and the freighter came to a halt, suddenly tipping over unevenly onto it's right side. The thing hissed, emitted smoke, sparked and gave out a loud metallic groan, finally brought to a halt from it's crash, making a spacious path for other craft...and a couple of fires along the way. Ty ran his fingers through his grey hair, leaning back into the captain's chair and relieved by how his ship hadn't been torn apart by the whole thing, though it's functionality was put into question. "Another happy landing." he said to himself, before a small flash emitted from the controls, smoke puffing out and the whole thing nearly catching fire. "Right, right!" he got up from his chair and darted to find the nearest toolbox, fingers crossed this thing could be repaired...

[member="Vhei Wasp Naudir"] | [member="Silara Varis"] | [member="Danielle Stellaris"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Wedge Draav"] | [member="Max Arach"]