Rebel Dawn (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Corellia Hex)

[Rayf Vigil]

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Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer SIV Goliath
Hyperspace, Corellian Sector
0530 Hours Coronet Standard Time

"You risk much, Grand Admiral," hyperspatial interference distorted Nei Shai's voice, giving her Yuuzhan Vong accented Basic a distorted lilt. The Warmaster paced back and forth on the Goliath's primary command console, the translucent blue of her holographic representation cutting in and out, occasionally skipping, "Possibly everything left to us."

"Risk?" Dennon Kyle scoffed. One did not ascend to the One Sith admiralty without courting risk like a lover, "And what is there left for us to risk, Warmaster? A few shadow installations in the Azure sector? Whats left of our once unstoppable armada? Fortune favors the bold, madame. The Core is all but under the rebels' thumb now, if we don't act any hope of restoring order and purging the Jedi once for all will be truly lost."

"Not all hope," the Warmaster reminded him pointedly, before promptly cutting their connection on her end.

Grand Admiral Kyle winced despite himself. He could not afford to show weakness in front of his crew even for a second, especially not now. But Nei Shai's last words had been a grim reminder of Thyferra's righteous purification and what it might portend for their future. Throughout the Remnant (although they saw themselves as anything but), the rumor had spread like wildfire that a new Dark Lord of the Sith rose once more in the east. The effect such news had on morale had been dramatic, and they had even seen their first recruitment spike in longer than he could remember.

Fools, the lot of them. Dennon had served under Sith for too long to see this as the joyous homecoming his subordinates so clearly anticipated. If the Sith did take back the Core, that is to say the Core as it is now, he knew that he for one would not be greeted as a hero of the Empire. Their Dark Council would scrutinize his service record after the fall of Coruscant and see only failure, years and years of slow grinding failure.

The others could not see it, but he knew. To this new generation of Sith Lords they would be seen as the ones who had allowed their galaxy to burn. His only hope was to prove himself useful, prove that he was still a capable servant of the Dark. The Free Worlds had fallen, everywhere there was chaos, and the wretched Alliance's attention was fixed on Alderaan. Now was their chance, they may never get another.

Corellia. Scum and villainy personified, as far as the Grand Admiral was concerned. There could be no greater symbolic target of their ire, no more perfect place to tame and build anew. And with only their local defense fleet to protect them, the Remnant's chances of securing a foothold planetside were realistic, so long as the meat shields he was forced to call stormtroopers these days didn't cut and run on him altogether.

"Hyperspatial reversion in three...two..."

"Shields up! All ahead full," Dennon's lips curled into a wicked grin, "Launch TIE squadrons and troop transports. It is time we remind these wastrels the true meaning of terror."


Cockpit, TR-20 X-Wing
GADF Reconnaissance Flight
1100 Hours Coronet Standard Time

"Alright Aurek Wing, listen up!" Commander Rayf Vigil patched himself through across the board, sot hat every pilot under his command could hear him, "That means you too, Rogues. At approximately 0600 Coronet Standard Anaxes FLEETCOM received an automated distress call from Coronet City. Shortly after, the Defense Force lost all contact with the Corellia system. Total comm blackout."

"That's all we know so far, but if you ask me High Command is pretty karking sure this is another Alderaan, only this time we might just be in time to do something about it. Our standing orders are observe and evaluate, keep our distance for now. But make no mistake, this operation is a hard commit. FLEETCOM is scrambling ships from as far as Vandelhelm and Sullust, priority one."

"You all volunteered for this, to be the first ones in. You know the risks, and what's at stake if we fail. Let's go kick some Sith ass!"

They dropped out as close to Corellia's orbit as they could safely calculate from outside the system. Despite the sensor panel now lighting up crimson at a truly alarming rate, his first thought was that it was good to be back. He hadn't been home in years. The horror of it all crept up on him, a fleet of hostile star destroyers and assault cruisers exchanging vicious blows with a blindsided planetary defense force.

"Command was right, the Sith Empire is here!"

"Worse," Rayf was so dumbstruck he failed to even key his com link, "Those ships are One Sith."

Battle of Corellia Engagement Zones​

Space/Atmosphere

The One Sith have returned to Corellia. Amassing whats left of their ragtag armada, the Remnant is no longer content to merely survive as guerilla fighters in contested Core space. A fleet of Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyers, Dark Blade-class Dreadnoughts, Vanguard-class Heavy Cruisers, Boneshatter Assault Frigates, Razer-class Frigates, even some Yuuzhan Vong warships interdict the surface. Sith TIEs and Vong coralskippers have also launched in force hoping to establish air superiority so they can leverage the people of Corellia into a chokehold.

Fleeting will not be DMed, and is to be kept light and freeform. GA reinforcements are arriving piecemeal, so writers should not be commanding massive war fleets. You may use any of the above ships or any other One Sith era vessels to build an opposition that supports your story.

CorSec Headquarters

Located in Coronet City's Axial Park, CorSec seems to be the Remnant's primary surface objective. While there are unconfirmed reports of a One Sith forward operating post in Labor Valley, most of the hostile ground forces are massing for a continuous push on the Park with the intent to completely overwhelm CorSec's defenses. If CorSec falls, taking back Corellia will be all the more difficult.

Green Jedi Temple

Not all the One Sith forces made planetfall near Coronet. Under threat of revolt, those few Sith adepts under Grand Admiral Kyle's command would only participate in this operation if only they were allowed enough men and resources to stage an expedition seeking the fabled Temple de Uhl Verta Chielo. Guided by the Darkside, these fanatics will stop at nothing, even if it means sacrificing every last soldier under their command, for the chance to burn those famed floating mountains back to earth.

The Rusty Spanner Cantina

Outside it looks like it's the end of the world as we know it, so the proprietors of the Rusty Spanner have extended happy hour for as long as the building stays standing. Blaster fire from outside rings out a little more often than usual for this neighborhood, but inside you would hardly know it. A few refugees from the Coronet streets stand around looking distraught, but for the most part the Spanner's patrons are too drunk to care. Sit down and join in the apocalyptic revelry, or rally the cantina's patrons into forming a militia of inebriated Corellians. Either way, it's terrible ideas all the way down.

And of course, as always BYOO - Bring Your Own Objective!

 

[Coren Starchaser]

“Alright Porter, lets finish that pre-flight.” The pilot looked over the controls of his ship, the ever-faithful YT-2000 Tachyon Rising, that was his preferred method of travel as well as dealing with the enemy. The ship was on the Spear of the Alliance, Starchaser’s personal command within the GADF. The ship and her battlegroup were waiting outside of the Corellian system, where Coren would be leading the TIburons into the system, being followed by the command ships.

He looked at the ship and started flipping the switches for his pilot’s seat. Adding power to engines and shields, the turrets were filled with others, a pair of Sullustan Jedi Sentinel trainees. It was going to help, for sure. Looking out of the viewport, he saw the other fighters warming up.

The Tiburons were a makeshift group, a number of fighters and some blastboat support nowadays. He saw the pair of TIE/Ad warming up next to a heavily modified Y-Wing. The smuggler grinned to himself. His own ship was ready to lead this group into the combat situation, and keep the fight off the bombers. The strike plan was in there, and he was going to do his best to eliminate the rest of the fighters that the TIEs and X-Wings couldn’t hit.

“Alright Tibs, we’ve got our call. We jump in, Flights one and three are on fighter detail, and two, you are focusing on the target. We’ve got a pair of Boneshatters that are going to be playing hell at our own fleet. Need to get them. We’re going to jump in at a lateral with them, hit their side and keep moving. Drop torpedoes when you’re set and we’ll get clear. Just need to give our group some room then we can help reinforce the surface.”

The mission was fairly simple, but with the Sith, it never was.

“Report in, launch when ready.” He said, nodding to the Duros in the co-pilot seat. He nodded at the Duros, a pilot from the Dawn Treader who arrived here to help with setting up some more turf and options for the fleets. Moving the controls, his freighter lifted from the surface and the throttle opened up as he lead the group into space.

Forming up on him, the Tiburons reported their readiness and the order was given for light speed.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Aboard The Starchild-Colony-Class Battlecruiser
Orbit Over Corellia, Coronet City

"-and listen, the remaining Colony-Class battlecruisers should be returning to the shipyards within the month. This whole mess with the Free Worlds Coalition dissolving...We knew it was only a matter of time. But if anything, I'm glad that partnership got us these ships."

The Rear Admiral was droning on again. Captain Pryce walked beside and slightly behind him, their boots clicking in unison on the polished durasteel walkway. They were walking to the bridge after their daily meeting with CorSec leadership.

"But I tel you what, we're gonna be paying for these things for decades. They weren't cheap." The sliding door leading to the bridge hissed open and a cacophony of beeps, clicks, taps, and chatter filled his ears as the hustle and bustle of the impressively large bridge met his ears. He was always shocked at how large the space was. But most of the ship's essential functions and leadership were here. Both the Rear Admiral and Captain Pryce were here during battle, which wasn't often. Only the odd pirate raid or two a month. Right on cue as the thought crossed his mind the ship's alarms went off. The Rear Admiral yawned and walked to his command chair as the chatter continued on the bridge.

Something felt wrong though, different.

"Rear Admiral Vareth, shouldn't we-"

A shout of surprise cut the chatter of the bridge. Everyone stared at the aide.

"Several large ships are dropping out of hyperspace...! Two...Three...They just keep coming...I think-" Before she could finish several One Sith star destroyer sized vessels dropped out of hyperspace and emptied their swarms of TIE fighters onto the unsuspecting battlecruiser. Before Rear Admiral Vareth could say 'Shields up! Battle Stations!' a barrage of Turbolaser fire rocked the ship causing systems and parts across the bridge to explode. One explosion threw Captain Pryce into a wall of terminals. The ringing wouldn't stop. He groaned, the Rear Admiral was riddled with shrapnel and unresponsive.

"Captain! You're the next officer in the chain of command...what should we do?"

He groaned again before standing and covering a cut forehead with his hand. He cursed this day, but he couldn't hesitate. They wouldn't survive if he did. With a deep breath and a clenched backside he shouted, "Shields up! Prepare for battle! Scramble the Needlers and get those Myrmidons launched!! Hail Coronet City. The One Sith have come for a fight, and we're gonna need some help..." Sparks flew from broken consoles and panels across the ship as fighter pilots dashed to their ships and launched in swarms to take on the incoming TIEs. The other ships of Corellia's modest defense force engaged the Star Destroyers and Dreadnoughts and Cruisers. But this was a true invasion force, and despite their grit and even with the Starchild the Corellians were obviously outnumbered.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Alderaan -> Corellia
Objective: Space/Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]

"There are most unpleasant news, admiral: the One Sith Remnant and the Rogue One Sith are attacking Corellia!" the ELINT officer announced.

"Leave the Kartharage here for garrison duty and other relief forces to garrison Alderaan; we are going to Corellia with whatever reinforcements we can get. All squadrons, load heavy proton bombs, and also, Potentate, single-reactor ignition"

After this mop-up operation on Alderaan, alarming news of the One Sith remnant (forming up with what's left of the Rogue One Sith after the operation on Tython) launching an attack on Corellia had her alarmed and asking for resupplying as well as reinforcements from Coruscant. And, of course, the reinforcements arrived, with the Hero of Coruscant as well as the Sionoma being fresh out of refits. Once those ships arrived, laden with a supply of heavy proton bombs as appropriate for a mission of that nature, Cathul was ready to avenge her failure to intervene on Kuat by moving in against the One Sith remnant, and also to finish the business started on Tython. This time around, she was confident enough in her ability to perform topological calculations in her head in such a way that she could get to Corellia with that flight path. As Therapy Command began flying through hyperspace, Cathul couldn't help but feel some headaches, hopefully not enough to prevent from using battle meditation upon arrival, and also realizing that, if the ROS was going to actually be there, she may as well use battle meditation and cause a collective psychosis based on Tython and also believing that using Cyrus Tregessar on Kaeshana (and the resulting engagement where he got out of that system with a firepower-killed fleet) as a source of collective psychosis as it pertained to the remainder of the elements could work. Because, in fact, Cyrus was a One Sith fixture prior to entering First Order service.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier)
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer)
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender)
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Kro Var (Lothal-III-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Clicker (Clicker-class pocket carrier)
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Skor (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:
324 Chiloon-I fighters
168 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Samantha Solo]

Location: Rusty Spanner Cantina
Objective: Connect with friends and go kick butt.

She had her feet up on the table a glass of wine in her hand and a view of the door. One the table next to her right boot laid the blaster. She tilted her head one way then the other as if sizing up anyone who dared to enter. Happy Hour was blasting away everyone was here.

A warm hand touched her shoulder, "If you want that broken you will keep it there, otherwise...suggest you move it" She wasn't the same Sam she had been death having almost taken her, then the dinner at her brother's house that still left these odd images in her mind. But it had brought back [member="Delila Castillon"] into her life. Yeah when she and [member="Brad Solo"] were married it was not always so. Perhaps some friendly competition that Sam imagined.

In truth she had not wanted to add any issues to the young couple then. Times were changed now and they could be friends, hell they could be sisters. There were Sith somewhere around the Corellians. She had never met a sith. Perhaps it was time.

She had enough of sitting still. A couple more drinks because it tasted good and she'd be ready to hunt some.

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CorSec Headquarters
Objective: Defend Corellia

With a thud Brad felt his body hit the floor, right off the couch in his office. The Coreillain officer was laboring all night over paper work and had opted to take a nap on the couch. It was the sounds of air sirens that woke him out of his stupor. Well he was not even half awake when he rolled off the coach.

Defiantly wide awake, as he rose from the floor rubbing his left rib cage. The noise of hurried voices outside in the corridor started to get his attention. “What the kark”, Brad ran out to find just what was going on!

 

[Xin Boa]

BYOO: Near Corellia Space
[member="Delila Castillon"]

The Vagrant Fleet had originally formed around a large refugee group from Corellia. Now, as more of the planet was made habitable many were returning home. A large freighter acting as a transport had been escorted by one of the Fleets armed frigates. Xin and Delila had missed their rendezvous with them due to events in Alderaan and Onderon, but had been making their way to the main Fleet when they had picked up a distress call. They had found both ships near Corellian space drifting. Both without power, but there had been life signs. They had made their way to the bridge of the Adrogaddo, the armed escort first.


"Xin..." As Dells tended to the wounded, Xin turned sharply at the call of his name. Wesseq Tarn, the shady Duros who ran operations to keep the Fleet running at all costs was still alive. He worked beyond the remind of the refugee fleet's council of captains. He had always unnerved Xin.

The Duros didn’t take another step, but leaned on a console. His breathing was fast and shallow. “What happened?” His voice was more demanding than he had intended.

“My...brothers…”

“Brodders?” Xin asked in shock.

Wesseq nodded his head. “Kello...Gallo...the Duros you followed. My...my brothers. Stormed the ship. Made me watch as they torpedoes the transport. Wanted me...to know...everything I had built died with me…”

Xin balled one hand up at his side. They had gone after the Duros because of past crimes against Corellia, but clearly it had been more personal than that. “They came for you…”

Wesseq shook his head. “No...and yes...one final lesson…” The Duros slumped. Xin darted towards him and eased him down to the floor.

“Need to get yuh to de medical bay.”

Wesseq shook his head and pointed to a needle on the floor. “Jakiss Seven. Burns out...every nerve...for a few hours...no antidote.”

Some of the colour drained from Xin’s face. How far would those two go? “De Fleet…”

Wesseq looked him in the eyes. For the first time he saw fear there. And pain. Wesseq must have been gathering every ounce of discipline just to talk through the agony. “Get them somewhere safe…some...painkillers would be good too...”

Wesseq passed over a crumpled ball of paper. It had a long string of aurabesh characters. “My datapad. In my room…”

It was a passphrase.

 

[Delila Castillon]

BYOO : Near Corellia Space , [member="Xin Boa"] | Upcoming : [member="Samantha Solo"] , [member="Brad Solo"] |




[SIZE=11pt]Quick triage of the injured led her to excuse herself from the control areas. It was probably best she was nowhere near Wesseq considering an itchy trigger finger. Consulting a vessel map she went to raid the medical bay. Hand remained on the blaster at her thigh however, reminding herself traps could still abound in the vessel. Delila was ever skeptical. Who was to say he didn't poison himself to create a grander diversion and loss of life? Mind was flooded with very real and horrifying possibilities. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]As she loaded up on supplies, thoughts drifted to the practical ; how to remove the survivors quickly and safely. Dahlia only had so much space but sleeping in a corridor was bound to be preferable than drifting in space. Than staying aboard what had become a graveyard. There were only so many people she could contact - CorSec being high on her list. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]She didn't linger long in the medical bay. Hyposprays,clotting devices,bandages,and IVs were all shoved into various bags. She was trusting nothing as the ultimate goal was to hurry back to Xin. Split apart was an ideal situation for further ambush. Dells wouldn't truly relax until they were back in hyperspace. Even then it was apparent she and Xin would have to worry about the Duros brothers. [/SIZE]

 

[Xin Boa]

Near Corellia Space

“Why de odder ship?” Xin asked, exasperated.

“They took us down, took the bridge...then they made us watch…”

Xin tilted his head to one side, not understanding at first. Then it clicked with Wesseq’s first comment. “Dey mad yuh watch as…”

Wesseq nodded. “They never quite...understood why I left. Left to do this. Right some wrongs.”

In your own wrong way, Xin thought to himself. There were so many questions. Had Wesseq been complicit in half the offences listed underneath the names of his brothers? Spies for hire. Toppling governments for fun and profit.

Wesseq reached towards him before giving up and slumping back down. What kind of people could do this to their own family? He was broken. Not just physically, truly broken. “Everything I worked for…”

Xin wasn’t sure if he was distraught, furious or about to cry. He turned his back on Wesseq. “I’m going to get a message to de Fleet. Close ranks and jump blind into empty space.”



Entering Corellia Orbit

They hadn't been able to get the transport vessel running again. The Duros twins had made Wesseq watch and bombarded it until the hull had cracked. The Adrogaddo by contrast had been struck by ion weapons. The Fleet Council had made a quick decision. The Fleet had scattered to avoid being a target, but they had sent two light freighters to aid them. Oddly there had been no contact from CorSec. Not even an acknowledgement.

Brak and his team were on the Adrogaddo now it was running. It, along with the medical corvette Gracious, were now mobile hospitals on their way to Corellia with the Dahlia escorting.

Xin had been very quiet. Skreech seemed to have picked up on his mood and stayed fairly muted curled in his chair. The loss of Wesseq and most of his men would be a big blow. The Fleet would lose a lot of its protection. But most of its secrets too. Xin had recovered the datapad and left it alone, locked away.

Would the Fleet even come back together after this? It had also occurred to him that if Delila hadn't leased him the Dahlia he probably would have been one of the bodies they had passed on the Adrogaddo. Would he have died at the breaching point or been part of the last stand outside the ops deck?

The Dahlia dropped out of hyperspace to draw him from his reverie.

"I didn't do dat," he warned. Eyes widened as the ship started reporting back on the lightshow over the surface of Corellia. "Again?" He asked incredulously. Xin turned towards Dells. Now the universe was just kicking them when they were down.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Brad Solo"] | [member="Samantha Solo"] | Corellia Space, The Fleet



Getting the Fleet back underway had been an undertaking. Delila had found groups of refugees down on several decks, hiding and scared out of their mind. She had immediately enlisted any volunteers for the grim task of turning several rooms into makeshift morgues. Clearing out corridors had reminded her how easily Xin could have died - probably would have died.


CorSec never answered her call. Delila had even sent a distress signal encoded with a code typically used in SpecOps, one soldiers only used when in dire and dangerous circumstances. At first Dells had thought it was because she was no longer a part of CorSec but thought her status working security for Alderaan Royals should have prompted some type of reply. Even a 'we can't do anything' type of reply would have been a welcome sight.


She had spent the majority of time after getting the remainder of the Fleet underway trying to get in contact with anyone on her short list of contacts. Skreech was curled up in the co-pilots chair (his chair, Dells reminded herself) while she was sprawled between the two chairs behind the co-pilots. Blue eyed gaze would occasionally drift towards Xin, more than concerned about his current state. Delila knew better than to address it , they both had bigger problems to deal with.


Dahlia dropped out of hyperspace and she was on her feet, moving closer to look out the viewscreen. Even Skreech came to carefully perch on the console next to her, his beady little eyes staring out at the chaos below.


"Hope our beach isn't getting caught in the crossfire." Delila sat back down in Skreech's chair and pulled out her comm. "We'll still get the refugees down there."


Not reaching official channels, Dells pulled out personal ones. First stop, her ex-sister-in-law. Samantha was more sister than ex anything, the two women having kept their relationship strong despite what may have went on in Dells' personal life.


[ Sam, Corellia under attack? No one is responding at CorSec. Got a Fleet full of injured refugees from Corellia's first breaking apart. Need a little help here.]


Next the exact person she didn't want to contact : Bradley. Reality was he had a bit of sway considering his position. She had to suck it up and contact him for the good of the Fleet, for the good of the innocent lives that were stuck on board.

[Brad, its Delila. I've got a full Fleet of Corellian Refugees floating above Corellia right now. Can we get a little help for some displaced locals? Yes I know Corellia is under attack but I need this group on the ground so we don't get attacked again. ]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Selonia

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En Route to Corellia
BYOO


"Hold here," Fiolette ordered the numbers on her screen gave her reason to pause. She recognized the ships as they emerged from hyperspace over the Corellian system. The last time she had seen the naval forces of the former One Sith Empire it had been over Castameer during the Omega Conflict. At the moment she looked at the possibility of bringing reinforcements, the Warspite III wasn't yet finished with construction and the Stormcloud III while closer was neither ready nor fully tested. The Fleetwood had no actual guns to her name and her key defense were her stealth capabilities, "take us in and activate stealth, make haste for the Doaba Guerfel Starport. With luck, the Sith will have been kept occupied by Alliance forces and we can land without incident."

"Aye," Kit acknowledged, "Rae, Farah."

Corellia for the longest time had been the place where the wild things were, where the mythical Han Solo had been from. The many stories that unfolded from there captivated the child Fiolette had once been, so long ago. It was why she made the effort to donate a small batch of ships, the Corellian 1500 in their honor. It was part of why she was here now, the other part was to establish a new location on Corellia itself. Symara Tarriq brought Fiolette here not so long ago and together had found a few places in Coronet City to set up shop. The reemergence of One Sith from the Anaxes surprised her a little more than it should have, then again she supposed they would strike now that the Free Worlds Coalition had collapsed.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Objective: Space Battle; Defend Corellia
Location: Orbit above Corellia
Tags: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Xin Boa"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

The Myrmidons had launched from the Starchild's bays and swarms of Needler fighters were engaging the TIE fighters. The One Sith had gotten one good hit on the Starchild and had taken out quite a number of the bridge staff, the Rear Admiral included, leaving him to command these ships. How did they know to come when the rest of CorSec's leadership would be on the ground leaving the stars in confusion? Maybe it was all a coincidence. Turbolaser fire bounced off of the Starchild's shield, rocking the ship but leaving no damage.

"How are our shields looking?"

"Still above 80%, but the Myrmidons can't keep taking our damage for us."

Pryce grimaced. "Any word on reinforcements?"

As if on cue several Alliance Warships dropped out of hyperspace and the turbolaser fire from the One Sith stopped in stunned confusion before continuing their assault on the Corellian command ship and its escort.

"Sir, report from the ground, the One Sith have our troops pinned down in Coronet City! Our Ion Cannons have been compromised!" So no help from the ground and Alliance help slowly trickling in. He cursed under his breath.

"We will not be another Onderon or Alderaan and we will not cower behind our allies like Nexu whelps, move the Myrmidon formation forward and tell them to make way for the Starchild. This thing's got guns doesn't it? Why don't we show the One Sith just how hard we hit!" The massive Colony-Class Battlecruiser lurched forward along with its escort of Myrmidon frigates. The Needler fighter screens were keeping the majority of TIE fighters away from the ship allowing for the Starchild to move easily through space. Its turbolaser batteries erupted for the first time since the battle started and spattered across the hull of a nearby One Sith destroyer.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Alderaan -> Corellia
Objective: Space/Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]

"Karking hell..." the chief engineer reported, while the reversion occurred.

"We ought to take out those Razors before we can risk getting our fighters any closer. Clicker, Kro Var, C-9980s, fire at the nearest Razors; also, activate the interdictor fields on the enemy destroyers, we'll make any debris fly towards them, so we'll have the Sionoma fire on the nearest Wyyrlok, and the Potentate, Hero of Coruscant fire on the nearest Dark Blade"

"Roger, roger" the chief gunnery officer acknowledged, while firing solutions were established.

"Battle meditation activated"

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

So there were two Dark Blades, two Wyyrloks, one of those ships was engaging the Starchild from within standard turbolaser range, and, of course, Boneshatters and Vanguards. And, of course, the C-9980s firing at Razors by pairs, with the Clicker and the Kro Var firing at another one. But the enemy, or at least the non-Vong enemies, has yet to realize that Cathul is, in fact, tethering their minds to her own, and the enemy crews began to feel the seeds of a collective psychosis being planted into their respective minds. Of course, with each and every hit scored on an enemy ship that results in hull damage, there are pieces of the hull being torn away, and those fragments are being pulled towards the enemy destroyers, with the result that the destroyer that was fired at from multiple directions had gaping holes in their hull as a result. But, for now, none of those ships were destroyed, while knowing that the element of surprise will no longer be there on the next volley. And yet, the crews of the Razors being fired at would start hallucinating, and they came under fire. What would become more funny to the bridge crew is how the enemy will react to being pulled in different direction, with their fighters mostly concentrated towards fighting one enemy fleet; the fighter screen was ready to face them as they come.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier)
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer)
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender)
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser)
ANS Kro Var (Lothal-III-class interdictor carrier)
ANS Clicker (Clicker-class pocket carrier)
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Skor (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate)
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate)

Attack craft:
324 Chiloon-I fighters
168 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Wedge Draav]

Objective: Space Battle Above Corellia
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Alliance Warfleet
Piloting: TR-20 X-Wing



He wished he was flying in the atmosphere. He loved the feeling of g-forces, the views. Space was empty, space was silent.

He rolled his X-wing under a TIE fighter, coming up underneath it. TIE fighters were notoriously not as maneuverable, especially at this angle. The TIE fighter exploded in a silent shower of sparks. The incineration of most of the aircraft let him fly through the ensuing explosion.

He grit his teeth and squeezed off a few more bolts into another squadron of TIE-fighters in attack formation, breaking them apart. He screamed a hearty, angry scream of a rebel. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the throttle, shifting his X-wing even further forward, racing towards what remained of the One Sith's forces.

He screamed with nothing, nothing but pure hatred.

 

[Aubrey King]

Location: Krakana-class Battlecruiser "Plo Koon", Alaris Expanse
Ojective: Transit to Corellia (Space and Atmo)
Allies: GA and Friends
Opposition: Sith and Friends

The CAG was barking for all squadron commanders to assemble for a rapid deployment, which led to Aubrey, in turn, scrambling to muster the rest of Onyx with her XO.

All the while, she was contending with a bad case of a fluttery stomach. While such missions weren't anything new for the seasoned pilot, this was her first as a squadron commander, now in charge of keeping 11 other souls on point - and alive.

By now she was by her hangar, rushing to slip on her hardsuit over her uniform. It wasn't necessary with dedicated life support aboard her X-wing, but she always erred on the side of caution.

On her side, Onyx-01 was chirping up a storm on the main console of her open cockpit, reviewing preliminary reports aloud from recon elements ahead of them in the Corellian system.

Apparently, a splinter group of One Sith was behind the attack, if their pure armada of OS vessels was anything to go by. It would be an interesting start for Onyx, revisiting a dark chapter for the Core as they clashed against relics that refused to die.

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Cody Beamont"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Samantha Solo]

Outside the world its the end of the world as they know it.
Oh yeah its the end of the world as I know it, and I feel fine.

*head bob*

Slash burn and return

wohoo

its the end of the world as I know, good I need some time alone

yaayyaa the end of the world as I know....woohoo


Sam took another drink picked up the blaster. "I will not go quietly into the night." She downed the drink. The Special Ops CorSec Officer took a deep breath, "for Corellia" Their broken home splintered by....yeah that...and she was not going to let anyone do anymore harm to it.

Sam headed to the door looking out cautiously blaster in hand. So where was [member="Brad Solo"] right now...still home in bed? How could he sleep through this?? Down on one knee she inched through the door to the street looking up then down....ok time to go.

[member="Delila Castillon"] | [member="Xin Boa"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"There was a lot more rubble than I remember from the last time I was here, but it was the same old Corellia alright. It was good to be back home on the streets of Coronet City, if I could even call it home really, but even the old haunts could only do so much to lighten my mood. It had sounded like an easy paycheck at first, a simple locate job. Find the girl, make sure she's okay. Only problem is, apparently this particular girl was headed to a floating temple, see. Some kinda Jedi shrine, only reachable by the 'worthy', whatever the feth that means. And from the sound of all these TIEs overhead, its looking like this one is gonna have some competition..."​

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 851 ABY​

​

Rusty Spanner Cantina
High Noon

Myk took a long drag on the lit cigarra in between his fingers, deliberately playing out the motions for his unexpected audience. It was sleight of hand 101, you draw the attention of the hired muscle that had slouched towards a table on the other side of the cantina and began casing him, so that way they wouldn't see his other hand reach around to disengage the safety on the Czerka Adjudicator behind his back. He couldn't be certain why exactly these goons were looking to shake him down, but the private eye in him had to assume the worst, that it was somehow directly connected to his contract.

"So, you know how to get to Temple de Uhl Verta Chielo, huh?" he eyed down the nervous looking character sweating before him, making a show of looking suspicious to keep the game going.

"Oh yes, sir! Been there myself, on me stripes," Myk had clocked this guy from the moment he sat down, but even he had to admit it was a pretty flawless Coronet drawl, "Trained there with a CorSec detachment durin' my time in."

"And you'd be willing to take me there?" this was beginning to grow tiresome, but a part of him wanted to see how this was going to play out. How far were they willing to take this charade? "For the right price, I mean."

"In all this, sir?" the 'informant' scoffed, shaking his head in amazement, "Yer crazy, boss. Don't know if you've noticed, but its a little rough outside. I can draw you a map if yer determined, but now hear. Jedi eyes are everywhere, even now."

Now that was an odd line. Were they trying to scare him off, maybe play on his superstitions? He would probably never find out for certain, it looked as if this little dance was winding up at last. It didn't matter, from how it looked this was a simple kill team and his chances of scamming a free ride off of them was remote. Continuing to play up his own reluctance at this turn of events, Venture reluctantly followed his nervous fellow Corellian outside the bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the muscle call for their tab.

"Are you sure this is really necessary, pal? What can you tell me in this alley that you can't tell me inside-"

Myk turned, drew and fired faster than any human Corellian or not could possibly be capable of. Both of his tails staggered before they had even fully raised their stubbers, clutching at their wounds in a futile attempt to prevent major arteries from leaking out onto the duracrete pavement. His 'friend' gaped in surprise, clearly not expecting their mark to have turned the tables on this little ambush, before suddenly attempting to flee the moment Venture turned to look back at him.

With another marksman's shot, the detective put a slug through the back of the runner's dominant leg, his shriek of pain punctuating the crack of Venture's Adjudicator. Ignoring the survivor for now, he kicked away the fallen muscles' submachine guns just in case they were somehow fooling his scans of their flat-lining vitals before his inspected their clothing for any signs of identifying features. It didn't take him long to find the One Sith insignias sewn into the lining of their jackets.

"Imperials, huh?" he asked, squatting down in front of the writhing operative.

"Rebel scum, my master will destroy you for this insolen-" cut off by his own howls of agony, the Sith Imperial struggled in vain to keep the droid bounty hunter from digging a finger into the open projectile wound.

"You're going to draw me that map now. Tell me everything you know about the Temple."

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CreSec Headquarters
Allies: Coreillaians and friends
Enemies: Sith and their allies
Objective: Defend Coreilla

After taking a quick jog out of his officer, Brad took a quick survey of the legal department. Yes mostly everyone was not there. It was an all hand on deck moment. They would have their orders.

“What’s the Sit rep”, Brad called out to some gathered CorSec officers. Some he recognized from his legal department. The other he gathered was from public relations. The holo cameras pointing at the Coresec symbol on a wall gave it away. There was only a few times since he headed this department he had to address the public. That was for legal matters where Coresec had to make a public statement. This did not seem like one of those times. Was there not someone else better suited?

“Sir, remnant One Sith as engaged us in orbit. Intel suggests there ground forces have made planet fall. Reported primary target is us Sir, CoreSec headquarters. Command as given an order for you to make public statement”, A now winded lieutenant finished speaking. Brad understand the hurried frantic speak of the younger male. Brad did not know this young man. Maybe he was new to the public relations branch of CoreSec?

“Ok, whatever”, Brad shrugged his shoulders and walked over in front of the cameras. “Prepared statement”, Brad snapped his finger outward. While one was handing him the statement on data pad another was counting down…..3….2….and 1.
Brad was on the air. He was standing there in his black CorSec uniform and he was still reading over the data pad. “Really”, Brad said, he was being broad cast over the emergency broadcast system all over Coronet City and that was the first thing he said.

“Who wrote this garbage”, he asked looking around at the camera crew and his officers under his command. It was very possible his sister [member="Samantha Solo"] was watching. He did not know his x-wife [member="Delila Castillon"] and her new boy toy [member="Xin Boa"] could be watching. He sure did know his boss and many Corellians all over the system was watching right now.
With a cocky grin he tossed the data pad over his shoulders and looked at the camera, “Nope, not going to read that.”

“My brothers and sisters of Coronet City. You have all by now heard someone is crazy enough to attack us again. Yes it is former One Sith freaks and in their desperate mad attempt they came here looking for a fight. As per normal CorSec command wished to issue the normal following statements of where fighting is expected to be so we can get the most vulnerable of our civilians out of harm’s way. That and legal allegations of insuring aggressive civilians do not arm themselves and try to take matters into their own hands.”

Brad stopped speaking for just a moment and looked over to his right. “Really, Thomas”, Brad with annoyed look at one of his officers that was off camera. “Give me the bottle”, Brad waved with his hands for Thomas to bring it over.

Very embarrassed the young man did bring it over to Brad and handed over a bottle of Corellian Whiskey. “You should know better”, Brad said after taking the bottle. “People might start to think this law office is a bar”, Brad looked back over to the camera and started to speak with a smirk.

“Yes, the One Sith”, he started to address the recent attack again. “I’m not going to stand up here and tell you what you’ve heard before. You know where to take our own to safety. You know the laws. No matter what I say, you my brothers and sisters will do what we always do. We don’t take kindly to people coming to our homes and trying to burn them down. If they come looking for Chaos, we show them what Chaos is!”

Brad took a healthy swig of that Corellian Whiskey then sat it down on a desk. “Ok turn off the camera and go get a rifle issued to you”, Brad said pointing to the officers in the room and just then the feed to the CorSec to the civilians shut off leaving multi colored bars and a loud beeping noise coming from their Holoscreens.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Brad Solo"] [member="Samantha Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]
Socorros Asteroid Belt
Approaching Corellia Orbit

"Did yuh get a reply?" Xin asked. He had picked a course to try and keep the thickest part of the asteroid belt between them and the combatabts. At the least it would keep any stray missiles from heading for their vessels.

He turned to see the answer in her expression. No one had replied to her messages.

The ship was picking up lots of small objects. The belt had become a pilgrimage site since Corellia had been ravaged since the Netherworld event. Lots of personal items dropped into the belt to honour those who had died.

"Talus is clear," Xin called out. "We can turn around and head dere with de wounded." The rest of the Fleet could jump well away, but they had critically wounded aboard.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Corellia airspace
Allies:GA and friends
Enemies:One Sith and friends

Kurayami had gotten an emergency transmission on his datapad while relaxing and working on his R-109 after the engagement with the raiders...somewhere. That hadn't been important to him. He was happy to be back on Corellia and working on his fighter with a seemingly endless supply of namana liquor nearby. There was music playing on his datapad as he worked, and the first inkling that something wasn't right was when the music stopped and didn't start back up after a moment. With an annoyed grunt he stopped working to get the music playing again. Thankfully it was down to minor detail work on the paint and such by now so it wasn't interrupting any absolutely needed repairs.

The message was on an old frequency, one from his days with the CDF. His blood ran cold in his veins as his mind started to invent reasons as to why the CDF would want to talk to him. What did they have on him that would warrant such an urgent message? Doing his best to steel himself he opened the message and was treated to a holo of an old friend saluting the camera.

"Apologies for the transmission sir, but you are one of the few I trust to help us in this case. Granted you may not remember me, I was onboard the transport during the fateful flight you were awarded first class bloodstripes for. That is of no real relevance though, Corellia is under attack. One Sith Remnant forces. CorSec is the main aim of their ground forces, but they have a multitude of fighters, from your basic TIE designs to Vong coral-skippers. Ain't too much we can do to hold 'em off, but we will do our best. Reinforcements from the GA are trickling in, but we need more-"

The sound of heavy fire had punctuated the whole of the transmission, and sure he had heard it outside the hangar, but had put it to the back of his mind while he was focused on the repairs. The transmission had been cut short by either destruction of the facility the man was stationed in, or the comms channel had simply been cut. Either way was bad news. For this run he would need heavier firepower than what a guns only loadout would provide. Setting to work he quickly removed the RG-9 cannons from the modular bays and replaced them with flextube launchers loaded with 4 advanced homing cluster missiles each. Once he made sure the launchers were securely in place, he scrambled to the pilot seat and slid the canopy closed, locking the helmet into place on his Aquila armored flight suit. He started the preflight checks, and waited for the panoramic display to come up before lifting off.

Pushing the throttle full forward as soon as he exited the hangar he was greeted with a sight he hadn't seen in many years, his homeworld under attack. He had been away last time, but this time he was here and was ready to show these Remnant forces just how much Corellia appreciated this incursion. The IFF lit up with multiple friendly craft as well as hundreds or more enemy ships. Locking onto the nearest coralskipper, he was quick to engage. Today was a good day for someone else to die. Or something else in the case of the Vong ships.