Pii Fight! (Galactic Republic)

[John Ash]

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Pii System:​

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The Pii System has fallen on hard time.​

Pirates & natural disasters have devastated Pii 3 & 4.​

As trade has trickled to a halt and infrastructure is in ruins,​

the people of Pii 3 & 4 have put out a distress call across the galaxy for aid.​

The Galactic Republic in Exile picks up the signal while looking for a new home.​

With people in need & a potential new home in sight, the Republic arrives to help.​

Republic Ships filled full of soldiers and civilians alike all ready themselves for what is to come.​

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Objectives:​

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1.) Pirates under the command of their twi'lek captain, Jer Roh, have set themselves up in the closest asteroid belt to Pii 3 & 4. They ambush ships that enter and attempt to leave the system with extreme prejudice. They need to be dealt with if much needed supplies will be able to make their way into the system to help the people.

2.) Pii 3 has suffered some recent earthquakes while Pii 4 has suffered from a harsh winter leading to an epidemic of rock slides. This has left the infrastructure in many of the settlements in ruins and people in desperate need of medical attention. The pirate attacks have left all supplies low, meaning sickness and famine are as much a worry as the natural disasters. Any form of aid that can be given to these people will greatly improve their situation.

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John Ash:​

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A naboo style ship landed on the capital city of the Pii system located on Pii 3. To call the place a city would be stretching the word a bit, as it was more of a large town than a city. The system was not known for much population or wealth, the main draw being raw resources. If not for the greel wood that was only able to be found there it was highly likely this place would not have any companies interested in it at all. But the rare, luxurious wood meant that there was an interest for companies and so John had found himself with a personal request for a job.

The owner of the system was in need of help. John seemed to have gotten the man's attention by some unknown means for a job that he didn't know the details of yet. The system was odd to him as he had looked into it. Unlike other systems, this one lacked any government outside of what formed in the individual communities. Instead it was owned through a deed, like a building or a company. So it was no surprise to John to hear pirates were able to be such a nuisance when there was a lack of an organized police force to drive them away. What had come as a surprise was the amount of disrepair the place was in. Buildings without roofs and half their walls. Shattered windows and scorched wood. Things were desperate for these people, and that meant opportunities for work was high for John. He just needed to find his way to the meeting place with his client and find out what this job he was needed for was.

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OOC:​

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I will not be DMing the opposition for this one like I was the last one. Feel free to pick your objective then develop your story from there! Just remember to tag those in your objective that you are involved with and to work with each other's stories. I will be running a parallel story to the objectives that will tie into them and lead into another thread later. I am letting everyone know this so that way everyone knows I am not running any of the above objectives. If anyone would like for me to provide opposition for them just pm me or let me know in some other way. I'd be happy to begin doing that if there is interest in it. Outside of that, have fun and let your creativity flow!

Spoiler

@AD61661 [member="Alexander Sannes"] [member="Arioch Cain"] [member="Barr Vexos"] [member="CC-1147"] [member="Chek Zun"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] @D'vok Windroamer [member="Dar'rak"] [member="Djacen Koyne"] [member="Faith Organa"] [member="Gorm"] [member="Heron Teradalch"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Jasper Varanin"] [member="Jordun Darko"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Laira Vereen"] [member="Matthew Calderon"] [member="Mensa Dak"] [member="Myles Skyreaper"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"] [member="Quintus"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Shane Williams"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

The Unbroken picks up the signal after making repairs to its electronic systems and maintenance, making the jump to hyperspace. The Venator-class Star Destroyer exits hyperspace outside the system's asteroid belt. The Unbroken was after the pirates in the asteroid belt. Now that a majotrity of the ship's systems are working at full capacity, the deflector shields are at full strength, equivalent to that of a Victory I-class star destroyer. The ship closed in on the asteroid belt with Commander Firestorm in the command bridge, he had all weapon stations on high alert and scanners up to detect and open fire on a ship before it could fire back.

[member="John Ash"]

 

[Klesta]

Klesta arrived behind the Unbroken with an Exodus in tow. Hopefully [member="Commander Firestorm"] will actually acknowledge that the Republic has actually decided to commit additional resources to the Pii system campaign beyond the military; however, there were much less enthusiastic participants for the relief part, even though the military was much more readily involved. Being roughly the same size as the Unbroken, the cargo ship arrives behind the Unbroken, laden with food, medical supplies and also some materials to get the reconstruction of Pii 4 underway. Also, it has been outfitted by the Republicans to serve as a makeshift hospital ship, capable of servicing 2,000 patients at a time. Understandably, not all of the space of the supply ship would be used for cargo, so the ship would be roughly devoting 2/3 of its space for cargo, and the remaining 1/3 for the hospital ship capabilities. And so the bulk freighter made a long flight from Hosnian Prime with an amount of supplies that could be of substantial aid to both Pii 3 and Pii 4.

"Priority 1 message incoming"

"Utinni! On screen"

"Mayday, mayday! This is Pii 4, we need urgent medical assistance!"

"This is Klesta of the Galactic Republic. The Republic has approved a rescue mission to the Pii system, help is on its way"

 

[Perpa Morgowray]

Perpa Morgowry, representative of the corporation the Trade Federation in many diplomatic missions, though a Senate hasn't been created yet the Viceroy still demanded that he keeps an eye on the Republic and it's missions. He soon arrived on the surface of the filthy, decadent planet of Pii 4. His Neimoidian Shuttle, landed dantilly on the planet's surface, it's crab like legs gently tapping to the ground as the doors opened revealing the Senator clad in bright white, gold, and black puffy fur robes. His glass cane held to his side comfortably, not because he needed it particularly only as a sign of wealth. Following the Trade Federation Officer, loosely affiliated were four battledroids as protection two Neimoidian aides. He got off his vessel as another shuttle landed, this one with supplies and foodstuffs from the Trade Federation. Perpa looked at the pitiful city, it was disgusting, he already hated it here. But, his Viceroy demanded that he put out a good image for the Trade Federation after the disgrace with the false Confederacy. One of Perpa's aides pulled out the Trade Federation Official's personal datapad with his orders which Perpa read aloud

"Go with the Republic forces to the planet of Pii 4. Bring with you medical supplies and foodstuffs and the likes. Pretend like you actually care about the people then do what you were really sent here to do!!!...... Put out a good image for the Trade Federation and mingle with the 'other' 'charitable' folk"

Perpa gave a grunt of disgust, he clearly hadn't wanted to be here. He lowered his datapad and looked at all the filthy people on the streets, a grimace ran across his face

"We should just build a foundry here and use this filth as slave labor!!!" He said aloud but directed to himself

[member="Klesta"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="John Ash"]

 

[Rashae]

Rashae was briefed on the scattered reports of the distress call the Republic exile fleet was going to answer. From what little information she received, it was enough as there were certain buzz words to a doctor that told a great deal. Low supplies, disease, famine, disasters all told the Doctor what she needed to know. She organized the Medical team and volunteers amongst the citizens to group up on a transport. Another transport was hauling Mobile Hospital units and what supplies they could manage. She was invigorated by the information that another ship was out there with relief supplies headed down.

“Captain Coordinate with Klesta along with anyone else on this little joy ride. We need to get a communications person with us. This is going to turn into a fraking cluster if we don't get a handle on it quick. “ The captain nodded as her protective unit also took head.

"Doc and i want a million credits. We do with what we got. " He said gruffly. The woman was a bossy prickly little thing. The Navigator handled coordination of relief ships headed down. There was a curious trade federation ship providing assistance. This was duly noted and added to the coordination efforts.

Rashae let that pass considering they were about to take off. They launched as the Republic fleet provided distraction and interference. “Flank them Captain and come along the darker sides of the asteroid belt. “

“Taking the long way?” He looked at her. As him and his navigator eyeballed the cool character of a Doctor. “

“Lets just say I rather arrive without holes in my equipment.” She said brusquely giving the Captain one of her icy stares.

“Aye Doc. Let me do what I do? You stick to doctoring.” Her idea had merit but a doctor shouldnt be piloting and a pilot shouldnt be doctoring. The way it was.

She spared him another icy expression before disappearing to strap in with her medical crew.

“All right keep it tight and flexible. “ The captain relayed in what was a small caravan of transport and ships circling around during the distraction to head towards an orbit that skirted along the night time side. It took longer but it might be safer.

Laser shots from the relatively unprotected back and flank of the asteroid position rocked the ship as they went by. The captain pilot was using the space terrain to take other laser shots. The pilot was going as quickly as the transport could go, its maneuverability sucked though. The Captain called for more distraction by the Republic fleet as more hits rocked the ship. The transports fired back in as much that would do against the pirates armored defensive position. The transports were rocked by more laser fire and then suddenly it stopped. There was a momentary pause by everyone wondering if this was just a pause or if they truly cleared the conflict. Whatever it was or why it stopped the Captain didnt waste any time in heading towards Pii IV.

Rashae made her way forward to the cockpit after several minutes of steady flying. “Captain, can we hail the surface?”

He jutted his head towards the navigator as he remained vigilant of sensors and his flying. The navigator opened com channels that the distress signals had been sent on. “Pii IV. This is the Republic Medical and Relief Envoy. Do you copy?”

The channel was there was a great deal of static and squelch on the channel and it seemed that nothing was coming through till a broken crackle and desperate voice acknowledged the transmission. “Roger Pii IV. We got your signal. Medical Envoy will be landing in T minus fifteen minutes at your coordinates. “

"All right people. Lets get our game face on. We get down there. Yellow team team start triage and identify medical issues. I want a list of what diseases we are dealing with. i don't want any surprises. . Blue team identify infrastructure issues as that will directly impact our MASH unit. Green team Unload the equipment and set up. Are we clear!" Doctor Rashae was cold efficient and was not taking any dissension. None gave it. "Good. Lets do this. "

[member="John Ash"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"]

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Exile Republic Fleet en route to Pii System
OBJECTIVE: Provide Aid

When Nicolas heard about the distress signal that the citizens of Pii system had sent out, he was touring some of the ships of the fleet. Along with several older model of Fleet ship, the exile fleet had several purpose built craft ships. Among them were several dozen construction vessels. Some specialized in orbital construction, while other specialized in swift dirtside construction.

It was upon one of the latter that Nicolas was touring when the signal hit the fleet. The one thing Nicolas had focused on when organizing the Exodus, was setting a tone of a helpful Republic once again. So, it was with little hesitation that Nicolas ordered the fleet to jump for Pii system, aiming to com in high of the elliptic so they would have less chance of being detected. They had Fleet ships, but those were needed to protect the civilian ships as well. Not wanting to separate the fleet, Nicolas elected to bring the whole of it into the system. In the back of his mind, in a very small portion, he had hoped that Pii system might thank them with a home, but the first priority was to provide assistance to those who needed it.

So it was that the Exile Republic Fleet dropped into the system. Some of the Fleet ships went into the system to hunt down pirates, while the rest made for Pii 4. The construction vessels would prove extremely helpful in helping the planet recover from the earthquakes. Nicolas remained in the construction vessel he had been on when they received the call, staying out of the way as he watched Pii 4 grow in the viewscreen.

[member="John Ash"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"] [member="Rashae"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

A large pirate vessel, a cruiser, charged at the Unbroken, coming out of the asteroid belt. Firestorm ordered all batteries to fire on the vessel before it came within range to use the ion weapons he had been notified of in the distress call. The pirate vessel's shield held for a few minutes before some of the Unbroken's ion torpedoes broke through it and crippled the ship's primary propulsion reactor. Firestorm ordered the heavy turbolasers to destroy the ship's weapons, but leave the hull intact, thinking after some repairs the republic could add it to the their fleet since they were short on ships.

[member="Nicolas Thorne"] @Rashae @Perpa Morgowray @Klesta @John Ash

 

[Klesta]

The cargo ship rented by the Republic, and with Klesta onboard, made its entry on the atmosphere of Pii 4. Meanwhile, the communications officer noticed that the Trade Federation, with [member="Perpa Morgowray"] in its staff, and also a few more participants from other Republican constituents arrived with support in tow. Supplies of all kinds, be it construction, medical, food or other necessities, were coming in. Klesta was more than nervous after reverting to realspace so close to the Unbroken, which meant that it may very well get caught in the crossfire. But that didn't daunt him. Of course, shields were up, but weapons were not activated: the main purpose of the cargo ship was not so much to fend off the pirates but to deliver supplies to the surface. Construction crews would be deployed once the rubble cleared: here the priorities were distributing supplies to any survivors that could be found, especially those who were starving. Luckily each relief team would be at different locations on the planet: they knew that no single team could be everywhere at once, much less when the planet was a wild and lawless area with somewhat sparse settlements. Clearly there was enough supplies in the ship to bring substantial assistance to both Pii 3 and 4.

"Once we arrive on the surface of the planet, fan out and distribute supplies to any survivors we can"

"We are approaching the target area, sir, landing sequence initiated"

"Thank the Force we chose to take the direct route: other teams are not taking the direct route" the chief medical officer told Klesta.

"Then start the distribution of the critical supplies once we land"

[member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="John Ash"]

 

[Barr Vexos]

@Klesta @Commander Firestorm [member="Nicolas Thorne"] @Rashae @John Ash


Inside one of the republic military ships that we're on route toward Pi 4 in hyperspace, a group of soldiers could be seen. Some of them doing different actions in preparations for their mission in dealing with the pirates such as checking their gear to going over the mission plans. They were all wearing republic military uniforms and armed to the teeth with weapons of different kinds. They all were lined up in an orderly fashion as well as one of the soldiers was seen in front of them.

"Alright!! Were about to exit hyperspace troops!!" The unit leader yelled, " One we get out of it, We'll be near the planet!! Remember your orders above all else no matter what happens!!"All of the units heard the captain out and clear with each of them acknowledging him. The units in the ship were given orders to protect any survivors that were still alive and protect the people giving the people on Pi 4 medical supplies. The soldiers were also giving a few medical supplies as well but were little compared to the other people that had a lot more.

As the ship went out of hyperspace it headed straight into the planet, one of the people inside couldn't help but wonder how many lives were down there and hopes that things were better down their that up here but knew it was just as bad.

"Please let there be some survivors ." He sighed feeling irritated. "And that it's not too cold down there."

 

[Gorm]

redacted

 

[Shane Williams]

[Place holder]

 

[John Ash]

Pirates:​

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The ships that had shown up around Pii 3 & 4 had not gone unnoticed by the pirates. There was too many for them to out right fight, but that was of no concern for them. They cared more for what advantage they had right now than what disadvantage they had. So while one of the more idiotic crews had charged forward, the rest devised a plan of action. They sent out a few of their ships to move stealth like through the field to either side of the larger ship near them. As they did this, some of their medium ships inched forward in the front of the larger ship. As they got to the edge of the asteroid field, they suddenly speed forward. They did this until they were just within range of their weapons and took several shots of their ion guns and launched ion torpedos at the larger ship. As soon as that was done, they suddenly would make a hard u-turn right back around and headed right back towards the safety of their asteroid belt.

As all of this went on, the crew inside of the suicidal ship began to get their systems back on line. They had just enough time to do while the torpedoes and ion shots flew by them. With their engines back on, they once more rushed forward towards the larger ship at full speed with all of their ion guns firing at it. What their issue was was unclear. What was clear was they wanted the larger ship dead. D.E.D. Ded.

[member="Commander Firestorm"]

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John:​

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John walked up to the office of the owner of the Pii system. It was the fanciest building in the "capital" and seemed to have avoided most of the damage caused by the earthquake. How convenient for them. He walked inside of the doors and was greeted by a twi'lek woman working the front desk in a large lounge area. Her skin was green and her figure as generous as it was on seemingly all her kind. She smiled to John as he walked over to her desk. She was speaking with someone over a head mounted communicator and from the sounds of it they were another company. She wrapped the conversation up quickly and said as she looked John in the eyes, " Welcome to Kilmor Exports! How might I help you today sir?"

" I'm here to meet with Mr. Kilmor. Names John Ash. He sent me a request for a job." John said as he studied the woman over. She was dressed in a typical business suit with a skirt reaching down to her knees instead of pants. No sign of any weapons hidden on her as it was fairly form fitting, or perhaps just slightly too small of a size for her figure. Either way, she was not going to be threat if things went south on this job.

" Ah Mr. Ash. Mr. Kilmor is expecting you. Go right through that doorway and I will inform him you have arrived." The woman said with a slight bit more cheer to her voice than before. She pointed towards a doorway nearby without looking as she pressed a button on her communicator pad laying on her desk.

John nodded and headed for it as he heard her doing as she said she would. He walked down a hallway and saw at the end of it what could only be the owner's office. The door was almost twice the size of the other doors along the hallway. He traveled down it as he inspected the place. Quiet. It seemed whoever worked here was either silent as a space wizard in their trances or out there dealing with panic. Or a part of the tragedy. He was soon enough to the office door and it opened up to a room filled full of expensive objects. Every bit of furniture was made out of the deep scarlet greel wood that was native to the system and source of its limited wealth. The human sitting behind the desk was clearly doing far better than the regular people on the planet.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stood up with a shady, business-like smile on his face as John heard the door shut behind him. The man said, " Mr. Ash thank you for coming. I have a very important matter to discuss with you today. Please take a seat and we can discuss it."

John took a seat as he studied the potential client over. Rich, expensive clothes with rings inlaid with uncommon gemstones. One of the stones even appeared to be a kryat dragon pearl. How had someone from the Pii system managed to afford any of it? He was also in good health for someone of middle-age, some bags under his eyes with a few visible crow's feet around them. The job might be worth it after all looking at the man over, or it could end up with the man trying to cheat him out of his pay. If the man did know John's rep though with clients, then he would never try to cheat John on his pay. It never ended well for them when they did.

" Before I agree to take this job, what is it that you are needing me to do?" John asked as he watched the other man sit back down into his luxurious chair. " After if I do agree, we can discuss payment."

" Yes of course. The job I am needing your help with involves pirates." Mr. Kilmor said with that smile from before back on his face. John raised a brow at the mention of "pirates", but motioned for him to continue without saying a word.

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OOC:​

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Since no one else has joined the pirate objective yet, I will be taking over some DMing for it. I was hoping we would have more people involved in it since this thread was designed to give combat types something to do, but sadly seems everyone is being shy. I'll just keep up the DMing until more join and yall get a cooperative story going. I will let yall take it over from there. As I mentioned before, my story will continue to run parallel to the Republic's story here. Feel free to react to certain actions of mine though in your own stories as I plan to be weaving everyone else's into mine where I can.

[member="Shane Williams"] [member="Gorm"] [member="Barr Vexos"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

Firestorm saw the damaged ship start charging the Unbroken, and ordered an immediate hyperspace jump to the other side of the system, a lightyear away. The Unbroken fired a spread of ion torpedoes straight at the bridge of the damaged pirate vessel. The ship later made a jump to hyperpace when the nav computer finished programming the coordinates into the hyperdrive. The Unbroken exited hyperspace on the opposite side of the system after some time, allowing Firestorm to call for reinforcements.

 

[Klesta]

Klesta realized that it may be difficult, almost impossible even, to find a spot to land such a large ship on the planet that was within reasonable distances to afflicted settlements, due to the desire not to damage the local ecosystem while, at the same time, not wanting the residents to suffer from the supplies being too far away. He came to the grim realization that he might have to air-drop the supplies even though he preferred other methods. Of course, air-drops of supplies require that said supplies be dropped at low altitudes, the height of which mostly depended on the height of the trees. Dropping the payload comes with several restrictions. Luckily here the pilot of the ship used to be a bomber pilot; may his experience actually be of use in this relief mission. It was still early but this mission is time-sensitive; the Jawa had to make sure that the local population could actually welcome what help he would provide and, by extension, the Republic.

"Take us in as low as you can, but don't hit the trees!"

"Don't worry: the TCAS is there to tell us when low becomes too low"

"Do we have parachutes to aid in the dropping of the supplies? If they impact with too much force, some of it may be lost"

"In addition, some of it may be dropped in the outlying regions, so it must be dropped closed to, but not inside settlements" the pilot told Klesta.

"Airlocks standing by for dropping the supplies payloads, sir! Parachutes armed"

"Drop the supplies on my command"

[member="Rashae"] [member="Gorm"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="John Ash"] [member="Shane Williams"] [member="Barr Vexos"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

4 redundance class corvettes with 10 fighters per ship
1 freighter

The pii system, a call had reached stardust ears for help, a cry that needed to be answered lest innocents suffer at the hands of starvation and pirate attacks

So started was enroute to the pii system she watched the stars fly past in a blurred motion, before finally they reverted to normal twinkles,however heeding the warning they stayed clear..as far as they could of the asteroids, she sat on the freighter, the group flew in formation VIP diamond style, the freighter sat in the middle surrounded on each side by a Corvette, if the pirates even dared attack they'd be cut down in now time...one could be a pirate and raid those who caused harm to the innocent...but once you did so to harm a innocent...to start you were a scum

ma'am! We've detected ships on our radar looks like they were engaged by the pirates and jumped across the field and to the other side of the system

Stardust gave a frown

tell the others to stop now, seems the pirates are not playing fair at all...hmmm this could be interesting for sure....reach out to the unknown ships...

The comms officers worked quickly, soon she was patched in and spoke

this is stardust of the imahalyans light...identify yourselves

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/91231-redundance-class-corvette/

Spoiler

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/88932-echoyla-class-starfighter/?hl=echoy%26%2339%3Bla [/spolier]
[member="Klesta"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="John Ash"] [member="Barr Vexos"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

"This is Commander Firestorm of the Venator-class star destroyer, Unbroken, of the Galactic Republic navy. I am in need of support." Firestorm stood on the Unbroken next to the comms station after receiving a transmission from the Imahalyans Light and had responded. He didn't the origin of the ship that was hailing him, but he needed back-up.

[member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Hessai Venscythe]

1.) Pirates under the command of their twi'lek captain, Jer Roh, have set themselves up in the closest asteroid belt to Pii 3 & 4. They ambush ships that enter and attempt to leave the system with extreme prejudice. They need to be dealt with if much needed supplies will be able to make their way into the system to help the people.

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This was one of the many reasons he disliked the galaxy. Keep your eyes off one particular faction, they gain some power and everyone goes crazy. Given to the nature of the republic, he'd lost some credits when the initial battles sprang out that the Republic was more likely going to collapse in upon itself rather then the bloody noses passed all around. He knew the commanders were competent enough but Hutt piss that lot up top looked like they had a black hole where their sanity was supposed to be preserved. Now he was being given an interesting sort of commission, one that looked to be helping the Destroyer about to go playing with several smaller craft. The squad of them could certainly damage the thing if given enough time (gods knew he'd seen enough fighter craft pull it off in the past to his own headache and relief) and so some properly timed assistance would be good. He had held back as he was designed for anti-fighter and small capital ships, letting the big guns literal and figuratively going ahead to pound at far range. Once they were getting into closer 'knife fighting' range, his own cannons came up as he positioned himself upon the left flank.

"Track and open up! We're wanting critical system hits on their targeting. Force them to go manual and drop anything out of the sky less then fifteen meters in length!" Hessai said from his spot on the console as the old Imperial corvette now retrofitted with the colours and equipment to mark it otherwise. When the smaller vessels had begun their turns to withdraw back into the field the turbolasers on the Summer's Blade caught them full along the length of their craft in a splash of red and green, pointing towards them as it advanced after them to make use of most of it's guns. It's two main rotating were angled upwards for the moment, keeping an eye out for fightercraft that might be sent out to discourage a chase.

"If the Unbroken hails remind them we're on their left over here, don't want them smashing into us while they get all excited knocking the pirates into derelicts." Hessai gave a grunt before leaning forward with his hands clasped together. He could personally drive the thing but he preferred having his regular fly while he could keep his eye on the board so to speak. One of the fun ways to get a blockade runner destroyed was not paying attention to what was about you, and he was keeping a close gauge on the asteroids. "Have the frontal turbolasers fire away at the asteroids, give the crews as they try to go into their hideyhole something to practice flying around if they don't stop and then have their engines all nice and exposed to chasing volley fire."

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Exile Republic Fleet en route to Pii System
OBJECTIVE: Provide Aid

Nicolas moved towards the hatch of the cargo area as it descended onto a horrible scene. The earthquakes had shaken loose the snow caps on the mountains, and the rescue effort that had been underway had been partially covered by the snow.

"First objective, we need to find survivors." Nicolas said into his communicator, the signal patched into the ships that had landed with him. They were on a relatively solid piece of land about a click out from where the rescue mission base camp was. "Construction teams, lets get some equipment over to that base camp and help get to survivors. We also need to start putting up shelters. Weather reports have a nasty winter storm coming in, and we'll need a place to house and feed these people."

After he spoke, shuttles lifted off with medium equipment and operators. On the travel to the planet, they had trained on some rescue operations, but they were by no means experts. They were, however, what they had to work with. One Jedi Master wouldn't do much to affect the search in the first few moments, and he needed to make sure other teams were getting squared away.

"We'll need medical teams, too." He said, thinking about Dr. [member="rashae"] and their recent conversation. Quickly, he pulled himself back to the task at hand. He moved towards the base camp, keeping his eye out on the terrain to see what they could build and where.

[member="John Ash"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Klesta"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"] [member="Hessai Venscythe"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Rashae]

As they came the long way around to ensure they were not attracting additional fire or targeting, the pilot and navigator worked to get a bead on the signal they had before. It was weak and extra power was used to boost their receiving of it to get succinct landing coordinates.

“Alright this is going to be a bumpy ride. We got a lot of terrain to land around. “ The pilot informed Rashae as the entered atmosphere to start their descent. “Buckle in doc. “

Rashae sighed as she reluctantly acquiesced to the Pilot's expertise. She tended to like to control her environment but this was not her space to do so. The pilot breathed a sigh of relief she wasn't a vulture over his shoulder. The doctor went to buckle in for the umpteenth time as she looked around to see the rest of her medical crew and volunteers were strapped in also. The Pilot then felt a bit more free in landing with more zeal and what he calls style. Rashae liked to have lost her mind when he turned and zipped erratically. It seemed like he was joy riding the damned thing. She and others where hanging onto something as well as strapped in.

“What the hell are you doing?” She screamed into the com to the cockpit.

“Whats wrong Doc, dont like a little ride?” He sent back laconically. “Look unknown unmapped terrain. Let me fly this ungangly frak of a ship. I promise that body of yours will be in one piece. “ He mumbled something about the crazy doctor's mind wasn't in one piece.

There was a few strangled noises from the other side. She didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. The bumpy ride ended as he landed approximately 300 yards from where the signal was being sent from. Rashae was holding onto the walls, the seat, the overhang and whatever she can get a hold of. The glare she fired at the Pilot actually froze him in place. He was at once a tad fearful and it was a bit tingly.

He put his hands up. “not my fault. Unknown terrain and bad landing conditions. “ He said again.

Rashae gritted her teeth and straightened up as she took in a long breath and exhaled tensely. “scan the area. Tell the Azure and Master Thorne we are safe. Lets establish a communications protocol. “ She said in tight even cold tones.

“Yes ma'am” The Pilot said not pushing his luck. The lady seriously needed to chill the hell out. Wait she was already chilled. He shook his head and felt sorry for the guy who might become her boyfriend if she ever got one.

The back of the transport lowered down as Rashae walked out behind the protective team. “Doctor, Ma'am we are getting reports of other teams on surface. Hey.. and your friend Stardust is out there“

Rashae eyes brightened as she liked that Twi'lek. Good head on her shoulders. "She got my message. i wasnt sure she did! Hail her once they are on approach" As she looked at the screen of reports being filtered down by the republic fleet security. There was a nod and orders were given to reach out to this team and the surface team (Barr Vexos) to coordinate. Just then the navigator came out, more because the pilot thought it best, and advised her that some Cargo ships with a leader named Klesta is dropping supplies where ever. Haphazardly.

“are they trying to make me into a mental case?” She said looking at the screen with the navigator. Both the navigator and pilot pretty much thought the doc was already a mental case. They prudently kept that to themselves. “Hail this Klesta and whatever that other one is (Perpa) and get coordinates of where these supplies are, there is a team out there (Vexos) that might be able to get to these supplies BEFORE bandits and Galaxy only knows what else. When we can get a moment of sanity, I want you two to look at the village's communication signal. See if we have any parts or something to strengthen their signal. So others can find us.“ She made a screeching noise as she came out of the transport as her team was already doing what she trained them to do. “Can I actually get to back to medicine, please?” she said to the uncaring sky.

The village slowly poked their head out as a front person made inquiries to them of their condition. Rashae made sure it was someone with a better bed side manner as she really had none. The doctor knew it. Once the initial contact was made, Rashae moved forward. The village looked as desolate and in bad shape as reports had said. Worse even still. The raven haired woman took a deep breath in and got some intestinal fortitude as this was going to be a long day. Long week even. Hell maybe even a long month at this rate.

“I am Doctor Rashae Lovous. As my assistant has relayed we are here to help. We have supplies and food as well as more coming in. Is there anyway we can contact the other villages?” She said it crisply and efficiently. The one being the soft front softened it further with her words. One of the older villages came forward hobbling rather strongly with a make shift stick as a cane. one arm that held nothing but shredded rags lifted as He explained.

“A lot of the villages work separately. We all fight for food and resources. “ There was this worried expression on their face. If this was good luck they didn't want it leaving them. "we at least have a com link here. Most villages don't have one." as if that would render their village superior over any others.

Rashae bit her lower lip.. “Everyone is in the same boat. We will need to be able to communicate to the other villagers. We will; however, make t his our base of operations where your village will be the center of the help.“ She added the last bit as to give the old man pride that his village will be the savior of the others, in theory. A little of fluff didn't do any harm. His eyes brightened as he beckoned the more ambulatory members to come forward. "Get your sick out first and lets get them looked at. We need to start evaluating your people medically."

The old man turned his head to the other side and gave a few words to the woman at his side. Soon the villagers all came out in a shambled broken procession. A deal was made for food and runners to be sent to the closest settlements. A. hopefully this will be a distraction enough to get those drop shipments back to their location. B. maybe get these people to work together as survival will depend on it. C. if they come here, she wont have to go there.

As the trickle of villagers started making it to triage, she was there to oversee initial examinations while directing the triage team. Once that was started she returned to the command tent for updates with this drop ship situation and the military team on the ground. Hopefully they will either send a representative to be with the command tent or at least consistently communicate. Otherwise this was going to be a frakking cluster.


[member="Hessai Venscythe"] [member="Commander Firestorm"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] @Klesta [member="John Ash"] [member="Barr Vexos"] [member="Nicolas Thorne"] [member="Perpa Morgowray"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Rashae"] [member="Commander Firestorm"]
unbroken hold your position and defend against the enemy I'm sending two corvettes to your position

Stardust ordered two corvettes to the unbroken postion, given they were slow they'd take a little to get to him, meanwhile started and the two others started for the planet quickly she would soon be within range that [member="Rashae"] could get in contact with her, stardust closed her eyes, these people needed help and she would be one to do so her ships slowed as they entered her pilots started down to a clearing about a few miles out

have the men prepare to move I needed to get into my armor