Rebel Dawn (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Corellia Hex)

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Krakana-Class Battlecruiser “Plo Koon”, Alaris Expanse[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Travel to Corellia with Onyx Squad; Keep new Commander relaxed; Be a baller XO[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: GA and Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Opposition: Sith and Comrades[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson jogged lightly in the hanger and for once was in her uniformed pilot suit. It was a rare sight on top of her uniform to be acting professional in a sense. Something was different about her as she allowed the mechanic to go over the safety checks with her, she smiled and nodded promising not to mess with them. He handed her, her helmet and she looked around for the small astromech droid that she kept with her. Kneeling, she patted Bait on the head then loaded him up into the X-Wing. Locke remained quiet for the most part and finished downing her own preflight checks before having to get settled into the cockpit. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her eyes peeled away from the feed briefing she was having and looked towards the Squad Commander [member="Aubrey King"]. The woman was good pilot, but from her understanding this would be the first mission she was commanding. Allyson wondered if she should walk over and offer any sort of advice to the woman. Thinking quietly on what she would say that didn’t make her sound like a nerf herder, she quickly braided her long brunette hair and tucked it up into a bun. Maybe having some weird mentor moment with the girl was out of the question, Allyson wasn’t the type for it. Nodding, she knew what to do. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson’s lovely smirk spread across her face as she shouted at the Commander next to her, hands on her hips she teased the woman – hoping to lighten the mood and rid her of any nerves. “Hey!” Waiting for the girl to hopefully look back at her, Allyson gave her a casual salute. “You better shoot down more bogies than I do – or you’re going to have to buy drinks.” Laughing, Allyson shrugged and nodded. “I got your back Commander. Mostly because I think I’d miss you a bit if you got shot down.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her attention returned to Bait who trilled excitedly, she began to do her own pre-flight checks and sighed softly. She hoped for the best, but hated to be fighting again over Corellia. A hand touched lightly at the First-Class stripes at her side and sighed. All she wanted was peace for her home, nothing more.[/SIZE]

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

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: Corellia Orbit
Objective: Defend Corellia in the skies above
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron and friends
Enemy: One Sith/Vong and minions

"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!"

"Well that was a cheery, go get'em speech if I ever heard one from the boss," Ava smirked lightly as she readied her TR-20 X-wing for reversion. A double beep was noted from her R9 unit as Squeak agreed with his pilot.

Three, two, one...

Goldilocks pulled up on the hyperdrive lever and the whirl of whiteness outside her cockpit canopy became clear again with quite the picturesque view in front... not. The rebuilt planet of Corellia was blocked by an armada of ships, and not just any ol' ships either. They were from the One Sith's old fleet. But that wasn't the worst of it... there were Yuuzhan Vong too. This was not good, not good at all!

Squadrons of TIEs spewed from the iron bellies of the One Sith ships. The same happened with the bio-vessels of the Vong as well though they were yorik-et or more commonly known as coralskippers, which were much more of a challenge to take on than a shielded fighter with a decent pilot. Fewer in number yet still a real pain in the six to contend with.

Slightly longer than X-wings and comparable spacecraft, coralskippers were far more massive. They were dense constructions of yorik coral, tampering toward the bow, broadening and deepening toward the stern with rough exteriors reflecting their organic origins.

The Vong equivalent of a fighter craft could be quite beautiful to look at in action, if only they weren't so deadly. "Skips" had plasma cannons, life-forms that shot out superheated materials, which could eat through a starfighter's shields. They also at the bow, tucked into a sort of niche grown into the coral surface, was the round reddish shape of the dovin basal; a creature whose gravitic powers dragged the ship from one point to another in space, and brought up the defensive voids that drank in the damage from standard armament like lasers and proton torpedoes. The only way to take one down was to overwhelm the dovin basal with multiple hits at the same time confusing it. Shield trio formations worked best with two pilots overloading and the other taking the kill shot.

​[ Aurek Leader, this is Rogue Five. Rogue Squadron will intercept skips inbound. TIEs are all yours. ] Two Flight Lead keyed to [member="Rayf Vigil"], who was in command of Aurek Wing for this recon mission now gone wild, then she toggled over to the squadron's tach channel.

[ S-foils to attack position. Break into shield trios to engage. Fire at will. Good hunting, Rogues. ] Goldie said to her fellow squamates as the snubfighter's wings split into the familiar x-shaped attack profile. It was indeed go time.


Tagging space folk on scene: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Wedge Draav"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Correlia Surface
Objective: Green Jedi Temple, prevent fanatic One Sith from getting inside
Allies: GA peps, but they don't know that
Enemies: Other Sith Peps

Yuvie had vanished from the Galactic Field for quite a while, any last records about her presence stating that the resistance fighter had traveled off to some planet under TSE rule, rumors suggesting Felucia, but no one could be sure. What was the former Imperial Inquisitor doing? recon, research, many possible things, but in light of the Sith attack on the Free World Coalitions what ever task the Mirialan was undertaking got put on hold, but alas she was too late, Alderan and many other worlds lying in ruin, but that did now mean she could not help in one way or another.

Though being caught up in all of this she was lead to the ravaged world of Corellia, the planet having seem to undergo many governmental changes in the last few month, but most concerning was the new threat of a resurgent One Sith. From experience, if the Sith were attacking some world one of their main goals would be a Force User temple of some sort, in this case the Green Jedi Temple, a place that Yuvie herself did not know a lot about, but by the Force would she let some fanatic Sith desecrate it.

Ture it may have seemed strange for a Sith to turn against their own, but Yuvie had been back stabbed one to many times to ever take orders from those large empires ever again, such being more prevalent when all the propaganda they spread just turned out to be lies. Not with the Sith Empire and First Order on the rise and their attacks just increasing the young Sith was even more motivated to stop them in anyway she could. As of now the green-yellow skinned humanoid stood at the temple entrance, donned in her alchemist armor, battle cape flowing in the wind and saber hilt in hand, waiting for when the attack would come.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

So they were back... Danger screamed in his mind as the old vanguard armor was slipped on. He smiled a bit as a dark green, almost black, corellian longcoat, minus sleeves, went on over it all. Affixing his VT disruptor pistol to a thigh holster, and a knife from the same company in a downfacing sheath on his left shoulder, he clipped his lightsabers to his belt and grabbed a third one, walking out the door in armor that he had not worn in years. Most knew him as a rogue, a scoundrel, a Corellian to the core. Not many remembered him treating with the Jensaaari, or as a soldier of the Alliance conquering in their name. But he had been a soldier, a true Jedi Guardian, for years. This would be the moment to take up that mantle.

Blue-grey eyes scanning, he walked up to his squad of Commandos, the Green Hawks, and looked to them, smiling before giving orders.

"Set yourself up around where the Younglings are. That is our fall-back point and near the Emergency Exit. Keep the little ones safe. I am needed here, so here I will be. See to it you show them why you are our best..."

Clapping the shoulder of his heavy weapons specialist, he walked past them, spinning the third lightsaber hilt in his hands. He smiled as he assumed a place at the front of the Temple Courtyard near the entrance, knowing his squad of former CorSec commandos would be a fight the One Sith didn't intend or want. Supremely trained by CorSec, then by himself, and armed and armored with the best he could buy, they were a small army on the field.

He liked this position, being back from the lines so he could strike with speed and fury. For the moment, he waited, boot propped up on the marble of the fountain, and nodded encouragingly to a nervous looking Padawan awaiting his master. The lad smiled, straightening, and whispered to another. Julius heard his own name and briefly wondered for a second if he were beginning to have stories told about him, the way he used to about [member="Jorus Merrill"] or [member="Coren Starchaser"]..... But he winked at the pair, causing them to smile, and tapped his nose at them as his senses stretched and strained for a whiff of danger.

[member="Iturizu Yuvie"] | [member="Shinnan Moreno"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Tera Highwind]

Location: Krakana-Class Battlecruiser 'Plo Koon'

Objective: Travel to Corellia with Onyx Squad; Tease New Commander

Allies: GA and Allies

Opposition: Sith and Allies

"Awww XO, you're being too soft," Tera shot a mischevious grin at Allyson and Aubrey, "Crispy commander doesn't sound that great but there's nothing wrong with a little singing right?" The green-haired woman adjusted her suit, standing and stretching as she reached out to rap her knuckles on the hard surface of her helmet. "Don't worry about it, it's not like we're going up against Aces, all we need to do is watch one another and keep working together and we'll be fine. The worst that can happen is we drop in to save one another and someone else is buying your drinks at the bar tonight. Although," she nodded at Allyson, a playful smirk pulling up her lips, "it kinda sounds like one of you two are already covering all that, so just one question," the woman turned away grinning back over her shoulder, "Can I bring friends? Cause if someone else is buying the drinks we're gonna get really popular really quickly."

Laughing to herself Tera settled into a nearby seat, lifting her legs to rest them on the chair in front of her, her fingers fishing the tablet out of her pocket as she flicked it on, pulling up the mission brief as she started perusing it again. Despite her playfulness, it never hurt to review and prepare for what was coming. You only needed to get unlucky once, and preparation was the best way she'd found of pushing that back. None of them measured their lifespan in decades, but she didn't plan to die today, nor even tomorrow, not if there was anythign she could do to help that. Fingers tapped on the back of her tablet as she lapsed into silence, nails beating a tuneless beat as she worked her way through the briefing materials.

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Aubrey King"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

This world was his home, and the fact that the Alliance was here brought a lot of joy to Starchaser. Anyone who was reaching him in the Force could feel it. Reverting to real space was rough, and the screen was already lit up with battle plans. The major concern for Coren was that once he had a chance to recalibrate his mind, and the listing of ships downloaded into his mind with the implant, he could feel only some of them.

“Frakking Luke H. Skywalker.” He muttered before tapping his comm. “Tibs, we got Coralskippers. Strike flight continue on your path, but head to the surface fast. Super flights, watch each other’s shields. I’ll see about getting their attention!” He ordered as he pushed the throttle forward. He could hear the cracking from the pair of dual cannon turrets, and the red blasts streaking out to find Sith and Vong fighters alike.

A grin to his face as he rolled his freighter, and saw the Y-Wings parading down towards the Boneshatters. Rolling the freighter again, he dove for the flight, pshing the throttle to get ahead and take some shots to his shields.

“Well, this is going to be fun.”

[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]
[member="Wedge Draav"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Space/Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Wedge Draav"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

"The enemy is turning around, but these Dark Blades, these Wyyrloks are still pretty slow"

"Repeat!"

"We can't take another volley"

In a move of panic, the enemy scuttled the three Razors being fired at, with the result that their debris are being attracted towards the four enemy destroyers, but with the enemy fighters being redirected to engage Therapy Command, they also began to feel panic. And the enemy reaction times slowed to a crawl, enabling them to be picked off more easily than was the case even on Thyferra; one would be wondering whether the Rogue One Sith or the One Sith Remnant was somehow using Graugs to man their fighters. If Midvinter was any indication, using Graugs for piloting yielded disaster for the then-Sith Order, too. And yet, the dual combination of Razor debris and enemy fire caused heavy damage to two of the four enemy destroyers, while the remaining Razors were being fired at, with debris being torn off each of them, and cruisers also coming under fire on each side, with the brunt of the damage being taken to a handful of units. And, of course, the debris caused some of the Sith fighters to be penetrated in their radiator panels or their cockpits, usually causing firepower kills or catastrophic kills.

"Concentrate the bombing runs on those Boneshatters and those cruisers closing in on us!"

With the rather light losses inflicted on their own fighters, it was thus time for the enemy cruisers to get bombs detonating on their exposed trusses, and also the Boneshatters as well. Light point-defense was not helping matters here, especially not given what information was available on them from Tython. Big blast radiuses from the heavy proton bombs meant that, in a Boneshatter's case, the proton bomb's explosion would be large enough from one bomb to get the whole ship to feel it, and twelve of them would definitely be cause for enemy concern. Regardless of whether it was twelve heavy proton bombs being dropped first or twelve heavy energy bomblets, the result would be the same: the fear that the OS long sought to instill when it still existed, was now on their side. Soon, perhaps, their crews will meet their makers, even if the Boneshatters survived this round. Just that battle meditation was making things much easier for the Alliance fleets fighting hard over Corellia against the dual threat of the Vong and the One Sith remnants. In a few short minutes, these Sith realized how dangerous carrier tactics actually were...

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender) heavy shield damage
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) light shield damage
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) moderate shield damage
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) light shield damage
ANS Kro Var (Lothal-III-class interdictor carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Clicker (Clicker-class pocket carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) light shield damage
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
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:
308 Chiloon-I fighters
157 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Cassius Droma]

Location: Krakana-class battlecruiser, Plo Koon
Objective: Ready Up
Allies: Onyx Squadron and Galactic Alliance
Enemies: One Sith and Allies

Cassius had quickly, but meticulously, put on his flight suit and headed out to Jade Squadron’s hangar, helmet tucked under his arm, datapad in his hand. He moved past hurrying mechanics, whooping pilots, and chirping droids as he looked down at the small briefing sent out to them. Corellia – he’d only ever been once, to buy his beloved Stardust Melody, but it seemed like his second trip would be a little more dangerous.

Putting the datapad back on his belt, Cassius approached his A-wing, putting on his helmet before stepping onto the ship. Plopping down into the cockpit, he quickly did his pre-flight checks, but as always, the mechanics assigned to his squadron did good work.

With a stony expression and a hardened mindset, Cassius flipped open his comm and called out, “All wings, report in.” As the other eleven pilots checked in, some a little more enthusiastic than others, Cassius took a moment to center himself in the Force. It was a habit now, something he did before every flying mission.

“Command, this is Jade Leader – standing by.” With everything ready, Cassius flipped the cover off of the switch to disengage the magnetic docking clamps. Shields and weapons were charged, targeting sensors at peak efficiency.

Bring it on.

[member="Aubrey King"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Tera Highwind"] | [member="Cody Beamont"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Corellia

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Doaba Guerfel



Reaching the Corellian surface wasn't easy, the fleet battle above made it rather difficult to navigate but once the Fleetwood broke through it was rather smooth. "No doubt someone would have detected our movements." Fiolette surmised, "they need only to look out of their viewports." The Starport alarms wailed, city sirens lorded over them the Galidraani took stock of her surroundings. Wordlessly she directed her ground team and headed into the city, with the hangar behind them the group moved through the crowds as they were being shuffled into bunkers or other lock-down facilities.

CorSec moved to try and impede her progress, "you can't get in the city, in case you've missed it the Sith are here."

"Why yes officer I completely missed the fleet in orbit of your world, I appreciate your concern but believe you me, I have had enough experience with the Sith to last a lifetime."

"Or two in your case," Rae chimed.

Fiolette repressed the urge to roll her eyes, the CorSec officer shrugged. "Right, you die we're not liable."

"Balance forbid." She quipped and motioned for her team to follow through to the exit where Doaba Guerfel was somewhere between eerily silent and reminiscent of the ancient wars with the Corellians fighting to keep the Sith off their backs. A Green Jedi or two could be seen assisting the cause, "no doubt transit has been shut down."

"We'll need to help the Corellians get a foothold against the Sith before moving to Coronet City."

"Thank you Rae, now then Dansen please make it known that I'd like a moderately sized shipyard in return for this."

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CorSec Headquarters / Legal/Jag Office
Allies: Corellians/ GA/ The Corellian League/ Friends
Enemies: Sith and what they call friends
Objective: Defend Coreilla / Defend CoreSEc Headquarters / BYOO
Contact with: @Delila Castillion , [member="Xin Boa"]

Brad ran his hand through his hair and breathed out a sigh of frustration. After falling off the coach and running straight out into a press conference he failed to see an incoming message coming through his personal comlink.

The initial ring must have been Del calling him. After the initial ring luckily the com recorded the message. The unfortunate thing was the only sign there was a recording for him was a red blinking light. After listing Brad had made a mad scramble.

Brad with haste sent a message to [member="Delila Castillon"]​

[ Del, sorry for the delay. I’m sure you know I have a lot on my plate right now. I’m checking on resources that is available to your position. I’m hoping it will be safe to send these civilians to Selonia.]​

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Juni Street Station, Coronet City, Corellia, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds​

Interacting With: [member="Srina Talon"]​

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This hadn't exactly started in the same way that many of Aryn's missions did. Normally, the Supreme Commander would have been at the front lines, either in space or on the ground, fighting back against the One Sith as they made their assault on Corellia. However, the Supreme Commander and the Triumvirate had received a tip that a group of the One Sith were not just on Corellia to assault the planet, but on the trail of an artifact belonging to a long-dead Sith Lord.

While fighting had still spread to this section of the city, the area around Juni Street station had been far quieter than expected, allowing Aryn to move with stealth into the station proper. It was primarily through the assistance of his friend [member="Srina Talon"] that Aryn had been able to track down the One Sith who were searching for the artifact, her own connections to the dark side had made it easy enough for the woman to track down the darksiders themselves, and the remnants of the cult that had once been active in and around the station itself. Once the two actually got inside the station, however, her tracking was not needed quite as much.

The Sith who had come to Juni Street were spread out around the interior of the station, checking through old logs and computers in search of whatever information they could gather. They did not seem to have yet discovered what they needed to, something which was of a significant benefit to Aryn and his partner, they were not too late in arriving. "Well then, I don't see why we can't deal with this quickly and easily enough." The Sith had escorts outside, troopers, primarily, but the only men or women within the station itself appeared to be four sith lords, focused heavily on their research, rather than protecting their backs.

Once they got into the fight, Aryn was sure they would draw the attention of those outside, but Aryn and Srina had both been able to move quickly before in combat, and they were an effective pair working together. As usual, he was confident this fight could be over almost as quickly as it began.

 

[.Durgan.]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Krakana-Class Battlecruiser “Plo Koon”, Alaris Expanse[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Travel to Corellia with Onyx Squad[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: GA and Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Opposition: Sith and Comrades[/SIZE]


Like the rest of Onyx squad, Cody had made his way to his X-Wing, suited up, and was now sitting in his cockpit reviewing the briefing on his main console. Cody had never been to Corellia before but he had heard stories of the attempt to terraform the shattered world. He wasn't concerned with the history lesson on the planet for the moment but rather the unique attributes of fighting in the remnants of the world itself. The mining corporations had painstakingly mapped out the asteroid field surrounding the planet with astonishing detail which Cody was thankful for as it gave valuable data on chock points for larger vessels and great possible ambushes if needed. This was all dependant on if the fight actually took place in the asteroid field and not much further off in the void of space, but then the assaulting forces couldn't hope to provide sufficient cover for their ground troops. Working on the assumption that they would indeed be fighting near enough to use the asteroid fields striking large ships and keeping cover from them would be an easy enough task with the sheer amount of cover available. Fighter on fighter combat was an entirely different beast as it was far more dangerous in such tight spaces. This was a mission full of first for Cody as this was his first deployment with Onyx squad, his first fight with a standing military rather than disorganized bandits, and his first time-fighting in a densely packed astroid field consisting of remains from the planet it surrounded. It was a stressful moment, to say the least, but focusing his energies into the briefing and the light-hearted chatter between his squadmates was helping to distract him from his pre-launch jitters.

"Fighters are nice and all but I'm looking for the larger game how much does a dreadnaught count for?" Cody chimed in on the conversation.

[member="Aubrey King"]
@Cassius Droma
[member="Tera Highwind"]
[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Space/Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Wedge Draav"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

​

"Tractor those derelict Boneshatters, shove them onto those heavily damaged destroyers at speed"

Since the remaining two destroyers were, in fact, firing very erratically, and the enemy cruisers are being hammered, victory was perhaps one bombing run away. As before, the crews of the Razors were, in a state of panic, after taking heavy damage, scuttling their ships, the Sith found themselves without any fighter screens left, since the Vong were busy engaging the other starfighter elements, which were on Corellia after being beaten back on Lujo. The two Boneshatters that survived the first bombing run ended up colliding at full speed against a Dark Blade and a Wyyrlok respectively, causing a large amount of debris that ended up hitting all enemy ships still remaining - and also some of the Vong behind as well. While the remaining two destroyers are simultaneously coming under heavy fire and getting debris from every which way, it was now all up to the bombers to get the job done to mop up the Boneshatters and the cruisers. And then, on the next pass, send in the Chiloon-IIs to drop energy bomblets on the exposed trusses of the remaining two destroyers - provided there were dents in the destroyers' hulls.

"One squadron of fighters to every bomber squadron; one bomber squadron per Boneshatter, two per cruiser"

"Roger, roger"

And the arrangement did a number on the Boneshatters, as well as the cruisers, whose point-defense was, simply put, overwhelmed as each bomb threatened their hull integrity and even threatened the whole ship in the late stages of the bombing run, and dropping the bombs a good distance away did not help matters for the enemy, since they could safely get out before they detonate. So, in the end, the fighters would have to retreat because they were out of ordnance; with the fighters out of ordnance, the bombers had to fall back as well, and the remaining fighters were still in the screen, standing by to engage any enemy stragglers still foolhardy enough to engage the fleet at this jecture. May as well inflict catastrophic kills on them, rather than just firepower kills as I did on Cyrus, she thought, while realizing that it may as well induce additional panic onto the enemy. Panic that they may or may not have been prepared for. On the other hand, there wasn't that much work left before they could even think of starting to engage the Vong; by that point, it might be too late for them.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer) heavy shield damage
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender) heavy shield damage
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Kro Var (Lothal-III-class interdictor carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Clicker (Clicker-class pocket carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate) light shield damage
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate) light shield damage
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:
299 Chiloon-I fighters

150 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Samantha Solo]

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

She inched out slightly what was there to see...she looked up the skies. Air Assault. Then her com crackled to lif oo the cantina must have a hamming system.. she looked at the message ..."DELLS!!{"

She lifted it up..oh turn it on to send Sam she rolled her eyes. Sometimes she was ditzy as the job made her sound. She saw no message from Brad...that wasn't good...she sat back with her back to the wall watching the street. /Dells sitting here in front a cantina blaster in hand...refugees you say......I could use a lift if you need the help...I'm...well in a place supposed to be watching the end of the world/

Then she looked again, she might be too late for an answer...drinking, thinking, and avoiding had been her deal today and this just might cost her.

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

 

[Delila Castillon]

Objective : BYOO | [member="Xin Boa"] , [member="Brad Solo"] [member="Samantha Solo"] | Location : Hyperspace to Talus



Mixture of emotions crossed her face before she quickly schooled herself into a more neutral look. It was too late, Xin had already picked up on everything. Fingers drummed against the console while looking back at her blank comm. It was frustrating - they had real wounded refugees from the first attacks on Corellia. Ones that had fallen through the cracks and been placed in the hands of a questionable quasi-dictator.


"Go ahead, lets go to Talus. We don't have time to waste."



Dahlia was underway, orders given to Brak and their rest of their medical fleet to jump to the nearby planet. Delila hadn't heard much about Talus - Selonia had been hit but perhaps the third lesser planet scraped by with minor injuries so to speak.


It was so quiet in the cockpit one could hear a pin drop with ease. Both herself and Xin were lost in concerns for the Fleet and beyond. The Duros brothers were still on the run. Did the pair know her and Xin's involvement at the Artrisa colony? If they had been spotted the target was now on their back.


Comm buzzed and slowly sent a message back to both brother and sister. It was easier, cut down on the confusion.


[Talus is our current destination. Refugees will need help resettling once the conflicts die down.]

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Coronet City
Objective: Get hitched Don't die
[member="Jackson Singh"]

"I know what I SAID but dis is NOT what I MEANT!"

He'd asked. She'd said yes. On a blacked out station, not sure if they were going to die, they'd made promises to each other. As far as Tryp was concerned, that was all that was necessary. She didn't need some officiant saying it was real or true. As far as Tryp was concerned they were married cause they had said they were.

Jack, on the other hand, had wanted more. And because she loved him, she'd said yes. So to Corellia they'd gone, because that was where his ties were and where it mattered to him that it happen.

"DIS IS UTAPAU ALL OVER AGAIN!"

She fired around a corner, ducking back behind the building as a series of shots made their reply. With a grimace, she looked over at him.

"You ain't allowed ta pick our dates anymore, Jack, you 'ere me?" She pointed a finger right at his nose.

And then ducked as something wizzed waaaaay too close to her head for comfort.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Coronet City
Objective: Get hitched Don't die
[member="Tryp West"]

"Stop yelling at me, I am trying to figure this OUT!" Jackson exclaimed as he tinkered furiously with the exposed wiring set into the wall. It shocked him in the tips and that caused him to yelp, furiously sucking on his thumb while continuing to work with one hand now.

They had been planning on visiting the flower shop.

Mostly because it was tradition an' Tryp knew how important it was for her. She was good, good to him, good in general, if there was anyone he'd want to have at his side during a shoot-out? Yeah, Tryp an' then some. He'd pick her over the twelve most deadly troopers from the ol' Sith legions and that was a fact. "Alright, done." Just as old Sith Troopers -- their armor send a shiver up and down his spine. It was odd to be on the other side of it now -- started rushing up against their position, an emergency shield webbing suddenly projected itself at that end of the alleyway.

It caused them to run straight into it and crash down.

Turned into a whole mess as they piled up and tried to get through. "Won't hold for long, tho-" Jack said as he looked to the other side of the alley, they could make it and then get to ground. This used to be his neighborhood back when he had been a kid.

It's why they picked it to have the ceremony.

...this wasn't what Jack had imagined coming home would be like. "Also- my dates are excellent, thank you very much." Belated retort was belated, but other things had been on his mind. "They so good folk keep tryin'a hijack 'em, can't ya see??"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia
Objective: Space/Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Wedge Draav"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Allyson Locke"]

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

"Fire at will! These fighter-less Sithies will suffer their last!"

And these debris colliding against the remaining two destroyers caused them to suffer... firepower kills in abundance and their awkward firing arcs made the remaining fire unable to do more than to suppress her own ships' shield recharging capabilities. Luckily for her, they didn't panic hard enough to cause them to scuttle the destroyers, or to strike their colors, so this turn of events left one last opportunity to witness the final destruction of the Rogue One Sith and the One Sith remnants. So, rather than to cause them to panic, the enemy went berserk and advanced towards her positions as fast as she could; with all craft being returned to screen the ships, there was no need for her to launch another bombing run. Yet, the Vong were elsewhere in the system and she needed to be on the lookout for them, but for now anyway, the Sith fleets were destroyed under heavy turbolaser fire and debris from their own losses colliding against them. Perhaps the loss of the Sith fleet will cause the Vong to turn on us, she thought, while such a possibility couldn't be overlooked.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer) heavy shield damage
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender) heavy shield damage
ANS Unenforceable Contract (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Factual Basis (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Circumstantial Evidence (Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser) heavy shield damage
ANS Kro Var (Lothal-III-class interdictor carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Clicker (Clicker-class pocket carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate) light shield damage
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate) light shield damage
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:
299 Chiloon-I fighters
150 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Delila Castillon"]
Heading to Talus

It was only when he checked the sensors for any signs of combatants in Talus orbit that he became aware of the silence. It wasn't a comfortable thing, it was like being ankle deep in cool water. A cold, uncomfortable thing. Both of them reverting to a space within their own heads instead of trying to leave.

Xin wasn't sure if he should made the conscious effort to try and break it. On several occasions their conversations had brushed up against past or current problems and dilemmas they faced. On each occasion one or both of them had steered it away. Perhaps, Xin thought, because he wanted to keep this slightly removed from the troubled they faced in an ever dangerous galaxy. It couldn't last like that, especially not if they were both considering a longer term relationship. And they had both been pretty clear on that front right before the emergency messages had come through.

“Looks clear,” he called out. He swivelled on his chair towards her. A sigh escaped him. “This has been a crappy day.” It was the understatement of the century, but it was a start.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: [Juni Street Station] - Coronet City, Corellia, Corellian Sector, The Core Worlds
Interacting With: [member="Aryn Teth"]

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The stalwart Echani of the Confederacy almost felt like she’d been spending more time in the Core than anywhere else. From Coruscant, to Alderaan, and finally Corellia. She blamed [member="Aryn Teth"]. When he called, no matter where she was, or what she was doing—she couldn’t help but answer. Part of her blamed the Force Bond that he had accidentally cultivated on Sullust. The rest of her simply chalked it up to a sense of amity crossed with duty. He had, after all, saved her life on Tatooine. The Supreme Commander had arrived just in time to spirit her away from the battlefield after a Son of the Empire had run her through.

At the end of the day, she was indebted to him and thusly to his Galactic Alliance.

The white-haired woman was clad in rather stoically in a black textured corset with long hair braided back in a series of twining plaits. Her legs were wrapped in protective dark leathers that tucked seamlessly into a pair of flat-heeled boots that stopped just above the knee. It was not her armor, not the Scarlet Vow that her Master had forged, but she was hesitant to needlessly activate something so symbolically affiliated with the dark side with the rest of the Triumvirate in mind.

It had come to her attention on Alderaan that despite her numerous efforts in aiding their ally the nation of which she belonged to was merely tolerated by the Alliance. No matter their responses, the allegiances they upheld, or the aid they provided, they were merely a presence to be endured. Occasionally, painfully. Nevertheless, Srina had been present in the diplomatic affairs that brought them to this point, and she would do everything in her power to ensure a working relationship continued.

Perhaps, one day, if they persevered…Perception would change. Srina could only have hope.

The pale-skinned woman followed the lead of her Jedi once her ability to track was no longer required. Instead, silver eyes flickering through their surroundings at a rapid pace, checking every corner and window for a possible threat. The contacts that she had reached out to through the CIS had given them a solid lead on the Darksiders he seemed so intent on finding. Whether Aryn searched for them, or the artifact they were after, Srina was unclear. It mattered not. She had no interest in either, save, for keeping the human from Eriadu from getting in over his head.

They entered the Juni Street Station easily enough. Too easily, in her opinion, were they able to access the systems needed to find the rest of the details they required. She looked up from the logs that she was scanning through when her companion spoke, a brief, almost ironic smile lingering at the kiss of her mouth. “Commander… Are you gifting me a fight?”

“You shouldn’t have. It’s not even my birthday.”, Srina responded, the humor in her dying out, like light fading from a star. Every bit of softness or personality seemed to disappear as if it had never existed. She became less organic, more precise, almost like the heartless automatons the Confederates were known for. From the utility belt around her waist, she pulled free a small, yet powerful, flash grenade and brought her hand in the air so the Jedi could see what she had in mind.

She had used them on Ojom. Her words would be familiar.

“Close your eyes.”

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