Rebel Dawn (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Corellia Hex)

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Corellia Orbit
Allies: Rogue Squadron Pilots, [member="Rayf Vigil"], [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Wedge Draav"], [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Ship: TR-20
Enemies: One Sith, Vong
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Jax scanned the battle zone, looking for an opening out of the mayhem he had currently thrusted his starfighter into. From his focal viewpoint he was looking directly into the thick of things with coralskippers being more than persistent at this rate to turn his X-Wing into floating debris. At the current velocity he was going he was making it hard for them to catch on but it was only a matter time when they'd hit their mark.

When the first wave of skips were finally finished off thanks to Rogue Five and her wingmates valiant efforts it gave him the opportunity to throw the stick down and dive out of the ordeal rapidly but in a matter of seconds he was met by another crisis. Red dots were approaching from his rear and from the way they were moving, they were coming in fast. Locking his back into a painful knot, he attempted to maneuver his way aim towards the approaching TIEs that had unexpectedly fallen under his proximity. "C'mon, c'mon.." He muttered in frustration, sweat beading down his forehead as he strained against the flight stick.

The last thing he needed right now was a control malfunction and according to his diagnostics, his right fusial engines had taken a hit probably from the previous engagement with the Vong. "Kark! You've got to be kidding me!" It gave Jax no choice but to continue diverging his X-Wing out of the line of fire and with one of his engines frizzing out, relying on his maneuvering skills came as a top priority if wanted to maintain the flight path onwards towards the other Rogues. Snaps let out a squeal of alarm to indicate that another four set of One Sith TIEs were coming in. Jax's forward sensors showed the red incoming blips on his screen; his normally composed nature was suddenly misplaced with a streak of panic that he quickly recovered from with a couple of deep breaths and heavy exhale.

Jax continued wrestling with the stick until it finally sprung back to life and started cooperating once more. "Yes! YES!" He couldn't help but whoop with glee once again relying on his own luck to save his neck. Regaining confidence, Jax banked left and made a 180 turn around with his TR-20 now barreling it's nose towards the incoming One Sith TIEs, he fired another set of laser bursts that made instant contact with two of the remaining TIEs in his range. Once again he was on top as usual but the fighting was far from done. "Snaps, see if you can do something about that fusial drive. We ain't done yet!"

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | Corellian Space


"Not so much Alderaan, just personnel more so. Slightly concerning the amount of people I should have been able to be in contact with and its been nothing but silence."


Stretched out across the two chairs Delila quickly became upright upon news of two TIEs quickly approaching their six. Datapad was placed next to her and Skreech perked up a bit, claws digging into the shoulder of the chair rather than lounging across her shoulders.


"I don't think they really care about us being non-combatants in this." She was starting to think they were having an horrible streak of luck. The colony. Alderaan. The Fleet. "We're not getting shot at yet but we may be able to hold our own."

For safety's sake, Delila diverted power from non-essential systems to help fortify the rear shields. Lights blacked out in the cockpit before the emergency lighting took hold. Eyes scanned the sensor readouts. Just two right now. Easily could cause damage before they managed to knock them out.


"If we need to, start leading them away from the medical frigates. Last thing we need."

 

[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!"

And the hull damage started rolling in; with one miid ro'ik now destroyed, the startling realization has come that, just because the lead Vong carrier has been destroyed, the Vong haven't been that demoralized. However, the psychoses seemed to affect the Sith capital ship crews more so than the starfighter pilots; she could feel the enemy capital ship crews starting to attempt mutinies, even when the volley of cluster missiles proved moderately effective, killing off some yorik-ets but not all of them, and there were still Vong stragglers, as well as Sith TIEs surviving, albeit less of them than before. Poor Sith pilots: most of them were fresh recruits that never saw a cluster missile in battle before. And the losses incurred by the Sith and Vong only accelerated the enemy morale problems while, on their own side, there were a few burning holes left by yaret-kors, small and large, forcing some sections to be evacuated, but the Potentate's proton beam cannon was not hit. Just that the remaining enemies came under fire, and the resulting damage was not enough to break the cycle of battle-meditation-induced mutiny.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer) light hull damage
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender) light hull 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) moderate shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Skor (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy sheild damage
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage

Attack craft:
299 Chiloon-I fighters

150 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Iturizu Yuvie]

Location: Correlia Surface Green Jedi Temple
Objective: Green Jedi Temple, prevent fanatic One Sith from getting inside
Allies: GA peps, [member="Julius Sedaire"]
More Peps: [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Jackson Singh"]
Enemies: Other Sith Peps

Yuvie was not sure what as going on with the Jedi master or the other two that had jumped in on the fight, thought it was interesting to hear the words that came out of the bearded ones mouth. It was a language the Mirialan did not know, but that was to be expected there where hundreds of languages around the galaxy, many would abate his ears, but unfortunately that would have to wait as yet another fanatical trooper came in for an attack.

The trooper lunged at Yuvie with a vibro sword as his squad mates provided cover, probably trying to gain fame or something silly in the process, but it would be all for naught, the Sith simply raising her arm the blaster bolts harmlessly bouncing along his armor plating. "So silly, why do they do this"? in their master eyes they are nothing but cannon fodder", he retorted bringing his arm around in a close line move, slamming into the troopers chest, sending them flying.

"Hey, you three over there, what are you talking about"?

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Green Jedi Temple
Parties Who Give a Kark: [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Nearby, Kark Giving in Question: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
Objective: Get Hitched AND Don't Die

"What do ya call dis? Baking a pie? I'm 'elpin', I'm 'elpin'."

Tryp ducked another blaster bolt, which sent bits of stone flying around her face. She used the half wall to rest her wrists on, firing another series of slugs into the incoming troopers. Then Sedaire started in on things and Tryp just looked at him like he had three heads.

"Seriously? I barely managed dat when I wasn't bein' shot at. Ah ta 'ell wit it, lemme give it a stab."

With the words they'd been sent by Sedaire, and some coaching by Jack, she'd practiced the unfamiliar sounds. Oh, she didn't speak the language, Olys Corellisi- Old Corellian, just managed to parrot it enough to not entirely mangle it. She couldn't have told anyone what it meant if they asked her (though she'd also read the translations to make sure she wasn't signing her soul away to the Jedi or somethin') but she knew what it meant *to her*.

Slogging her way through the 'Aa'kua's, 'Min Turhaya's, and the 'Tajha Larel's, Tryp was pretty sure she butchered the pronunciations (to be fair, she did that with basic anyway), but she knew what she was saying- not the words, but what she meant.

With blaster bolts and bullets filling the air, back to back with Jack instead of face to face like they expected to be, Tryp made a promise. The same one she'd made on the station. The promise to have his back, always. To face whatever came at them. To love him.

To marry him.

A new voice called over just as Tryp was finishing, and she grunted, as her gun clicked empty and she switched to the second.

"GETTIN' HITCHED!" She called over. "Dat is, if'n dis one says 'is part!"

A smirk thrown Jack's way.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Corellia​

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Doaba Guerfel​

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"This had better be worth it," Rae grumbled as she accessed the rooftop, the door swung open as Raol and Dansen got through.

Fiolette held the door for Rae, "it will be."

Blaster fire continued forth, the Corellians were turning the tide a sweep of Corellian fighters followed by their trademark freighters burst through the sky. The Primo Victorian team had finally reached the defense cannons. "I appreciate your assistance," Dansen said to Raol as he accessed the controls for the defense cannons. Fiolette looked down the rifle's sights and fired off shots at the Sith Troopers as they tried to land on the roof.

Rae shifted her weight and looked up overhead. "C'mon Alliance..."

"Defense cannons engaged," Dansen reported.

The protocol droid took the blaster that was handed to him and began firing just as the whir of motion from the cannons could be heard. Automated targeting sensors worked to acquire their targets and soon after the glorious sound of the cannons firing.

BOOM. BOOM. BEWM. BOOM. BEWM. BEWM.

On the ground, the Corellians cheered and pushed the Sith back.

"Looks like we owe you one," someone from the Corellian Confederacy chimed. "We're moving to secure the rest of Doaba Guerfel."

Fiolette looked over at Rae, "did I not tell you that it would be worth it? Believe me a location here on Corellia will better serve our interests in the future."

"I'll call it in then," Rae replied with a smile and notified Task Force 648 to head to Corellia to establish their new location. Keeping in mind that there could very well still be a Sith presence in orbit.

 

[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
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[ Rogue Five, this is Eleven. Suggest you come to zero-one-zero ecliptic, hold that course for ten, and take targets of opportunity. ]

Team work. That is what it was all about.

[ Roger that... Commencing as we speak. ]

Ava led her shield trio around in that indicated direction. Ahead, she could see where Four Flight had gotten on the tails of two skips and were chasing them directly across Two Flight's path. A grin grew on the blonde's face.

Goldie gauged the other Rogues' firing patterns, timing them. She knew her wingmates were doing the same. As the Vong fighter craft crossed before them, Four Flight sent stutter fire against the sterns of the skips one last time. Two Flight then fired from the ships' port quarter, their combined quad-linked lasers hitting the yorik coral instead of the voids. Both Coralskippers detonated, sending a cloud of gas and yorik coral chunks hurtling along their course. Five's shields held as the debris pelted her starfighter, but that lower starboard strike-foil was beginning to come loose causing her control stick to get difficult and the fusiel engine to sputter.

"Frak!" Ave swore under her helmet, immediately shunting power from the damaged one to the other three. "Let's just hope I can still close the S-foils to land this baby back in the hanger bay, huh Squeak? I don't especially want to space it today."

Goldilock's blue R9 unit tootled the same sentiments. He also didn't want to have to train a new pilot either. This one was scary enough to fly with.

[member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Alleycat]

Location: CorSec HQ, Axial Park, Coronet
Objective: Defend Corellia on the ground
Allies: GA and Corellians [member="Brad Solo"] [member="Samantha Solo"]
Enemies: One Sith and minions
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The hum of a Corellian gunship brought Sasha out of her reverie she had slipped into momentarily while awaiting action by the advancing One Sith. Memories of Corellia's darkest hour when the planet was split into two reared it's ugly head once again.

The spirited Corellisi hadn't been on the planet otherwise Sasha would not be here today ready to defend her. No, CorSec Officer Starkos at the time had been safely away on Tralus on a security mission with the Tactical Response Team assisting local law enforcement there. It had been Sasha's luck she was where she was from a certain point of view. Her grandfather's fate though was to meet his end drinking brews at his favorite cantina with his old buddies. For the grizzled former CorSec agent, that was the best way to go...

As the approaching gunship got closer to Axial Park, dirt and debris kicked up, then the sky lit up with artillery fire as the ground battle begun. The redhead waited until she had a clean line of sight from her protective position behind a duracrete barricade, then fired her blaster away at the enemy. Trying to make each shot count, though the detective would need more heavy fire power if she was to do any more damage against the armored soldiers. A bad feeling nagged at her, but what was it?

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CorSec Headquarters / Axial Park/ Coronet
Allies: Corellians / GA / The Corellian League /Friends
Enemies: Sith and their friends
Objective: Defend Corellia
Equipment: Standard lightsaber, tactical slug thrower (rifle), heavy blaster pistol, 2 sonic grenades, blast vest
In the vicinity of: [member="Samantha Solo"] [member="Sasha Starkos"]

The thud of boots hit the ground. Instantly the commands took off the barricade. Brad did not run, he walked. Brad took a good look around to gauge the situation. CorSec gunships were still flying in, now under the hail of One Sith weapons fire.

The low thump of a CorSec mortar round going off. The ground battle had just sounded off. Memories of Coreilla’s past sunk in. Felling his resolve tighten Brad slid back the hammer and heard his tactical assault rifle load a round into the chamber.

He was far from calm one would expect a Jedi to be. His grim expression was evidence as he walked up to the barricade and took his first shot. This former CorSec TRT officer had no problems taking a life, as he just put a new hole into a Sith Trooper.

 

[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 -​

It took longer than expected for the battle meditation-induced mutinies to actually make the Sith fight each other and it's not simply because of the ineptness of those enemy commanders. The Sith started to consider everyone as suspect: Vong, GA forces, and even other ships they themselves fought in. It was a spectaculat, battle meditation-induced failure for those Sith, and they were not even fighting along subfaction lines, but within the subfactions. Which meant that Rogue One Sith survivors considered other ROS ships as being just as hostile as One Sith Remnant ships to them, to say nothing of the Vong and the GA. It became one big free-for-all, but which could only last until Cathul's Force-batteries gave out. Just one more volley, she thought, while she estimated how long her batteries would last, as they were steadily drained, and debris started flying everywhere, killing Vong ships, causing damage to their own, and it didn't even take a repeat order, or a fire-at-will one, to make the GA add oil on the rolling fire that was the core of the Sith fleet: the gunners knew that, in the confusion, they could fire at any Vong or Sith ship without problems.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-II-class fleet carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Sionoma (Sionoma-II-class Star Destroyer) light hull damage
ANS Potentate (Potentate-class Star Defender) light hull 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) moderate shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Double Counting (C-9980-class frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Third Variable (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Skor (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy sheild damage
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Task Significance (Skor-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage

Attack craft:
299 Chiloon-I fighters
150 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Green Jedi Temple
Parties Who Give a Kark: [member="Tryp West"] [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Nearby, Kark Giving in Question: [member="Iturizu Yuvie"]
Objective: Get Hitched AND Don't Die

"I tasted ya pies, luv, this ain't that fo'sho." Hard enough to chip a tooth for one or to cave someone's skull in for two. "Tanks!" The yell came a moment later as Tryp's return-fire eased some of the pressure on him.

Somehow they ended up back-to-back with the blaster fire ragging around them, returned in force with their own blasters, it was a mess. Definitely not what Jackson had been asking for, when he suggested going back to Corellia for the wedding. But for some reason he didn't really mind, they were together, they were standing in the same temple his da had said his vows to his ma, what more can a man ask for, eh?

Tryp bumped into him as that smirk was answered with his own, "Ayah tink ya gonna get outta dis jus' cus of sum blaster fire??" The joke was deflected right back, before Jacky boy stepped right up against her, his gun finding its way under her arm and shooting some Sith trooper in the face.

Same time his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against him, the silence in his ears making way for the words spoken by her just a moment ago. His own pronunciation was on point, fast, smooth, the moment deepening by his own empathy.

"Feth it- I pronounce us man and wife. We can kiss one anotha'." No longer waiting for Sedaire, he leaned in to kiss her deeply.

Around them silence as the last blaster clattered to the ground from loosened grips.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: CorSec HQ, Axial Park, Coronet
Objective: Defend Corellia on the ground
Allies: GA and Corellians [member="Brad Solo"] [member="Samantha Solo"]
Enemies: One Sith and minions
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As Sasha crouched down behind the barricade and changed out the power pack on her spent blaster, a dark-haired CorSec officer who had just exited the gunship she'd spotted earlier flying inbound walked up with an air of steadfastness despite all the chaos and desperation going on around them. The One Sith were giving them all they had. To turn the tide, the Corellians fighting this day would have to be strong and courageous. There was a certain steely determination in the man's gaze, which helped to reinforce the spirited Corellisi's own.

Suddenly from the skies above came a couple of X-wings. The Galactic Alliance had arrived to aid Corellia. A straffing run hailed down upon the enemy encroaching into Axial Park tearing them apart. It was just the break the Corellian ground forces needed to go on the offensive and advance on the enemy.

The long-legged redhead took off running across an open area following behind a small squad of Corellian soldiers. Just before they could get to cover on the other side, laser fire erupted in their direction from a singular location. The soldier to Sasha's right was hit and went down. She saw where the shots had come from and sent some of her own back, taking out the offending target though depleting her blaster pistol's new battery pack by half. The athletically inclined detective grabbed the downed man and pulled him over to the relative safety of a recessed doorway of a nearby building, but it was too late he had died of his wounds.

A short, silent prayer was said in that moment before Starkos relieved the deceased soldier of his blaster rifle and ammunition belt, then she peaked around the corner to see if it was clear to move on.

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CorSec Headquarters/ Axial Park / Coronet
Allies: Corellians /GA / The Corellian League / Friends
Enemies: The Sith
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber, tactical slug thrower (rifle), heavy blaster pistol , 2 sonic grenades , blast vest.
In the vicinity of: [member="Sasha Starkos"] [member="Samantha Solo"]

A roar came in over the heads of the defenders. Knowingly with pleasure, Brad smiled.

The moment the air assault came in he watched a long-legged red had vaulted the barricade with a squad of soldiers.

“Wait to give cover fire”, Brad barked out an order to the commandos with him. As Sasha and the soldiers took off to span the open distance, from Brad’s vantage point and that of the commands, there were no current targets.

That is from their vantage point. Brad and the others could hear blaster fire. They however could not see it. They did see a soldier go down. Brad instinctively gave orders. He pointed straight up into the air with a finger, to symbolize on me. The he waved it in a circular motion, giving the command to follow.

Brad vaulted the barricade this time and was followed by the commandos. Spanning the distance he crossed his arms twice. He motioned for the squad to split into two, to his flanks.

He then pointed at one half of the team and to a speeder they were passing. They went to cover and stayed there in case cover fire was needed. He then pointed the other half to use cover and to slowly come up to the red head’s position.

Brad, he was still running straight up. Looking at abandon speeder close to Sasha’s position, he started to feel the currents of the Force around him. He let the rifle fall lose trusting the shoulder strap would keep the weapon close, if needed.

He reached out with his left hand, closed his left fist. Then he motioned with his hands as if turning an invisible object within his hands. The speeder floated upwards, and then began to twist in the air. The roof of the speeder pointed into the direction the fire came in, and he ran behind the bottom of the speeder. Using the speeder like a shield, he now he just walked forward. He could hear the blots of energy hit the speeder repeatedly. Sasha, the soldiers, and the commandos had their opening. They had an opening to start to fire upon the enemies’ position from more than one vantage point.