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Rebellion in Flames; Imperial Dominion of the Bothawui Hex
Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
The planet was far before them, a long shot by all accounts for the YT freighter that had only moments before slipped out of hyperspace in a shower of sparks and broken mechanical pieces.
Yet there would be little other chances for them, it was Bothawui or bust as the saying would go and even with their scanners blaring there would be no alternative.
“We’ve got severe damage to all systems.” Alasdair’s voice was as ever a constant drone of depression. “I mean like really severe. We took a solid hit as we entered lightspeed, in all honesty…”
“We’re lucky we didn’t fry up enroute, I get it.” Kira was busy trying to calm her ship down, this ship that had seen more then probably any other in the galaxy, this ship whom she owed her life too. It was in pain and there was no way she was going to let it down, it had after all yet to let her down. “Charlwook, get back there and sort out something with the acceleration drive. There has to be a leak, a burst seal or something to get these readings.”
“I’ll try and get through to Point Zero.” Alasdair slid into the now vacant co-pilot seat as the Wookiee departed the cockpit. “We need to start the evacuation. The Imperial’s would have been able to follow our jump.”
“Just our luck to drop right on the damn system we didn’t want to draw attention too eh?” Kira couldn’t even bring herself to laugh, her eyes were still sore from the emotional exit of Scarif. So much death and destruction, for what? Nothing but a chance.
Her mind moved to the data tape in her pocket, the key to unravelling the Imperial warmachine. Had it been worth the price? Not in her mind.
“Kira…” Alasdair pointed to the scanners. Again they were starting to run the same algorithm that they had started displaying on Scarif when that Star Destroyer arrived, an algorithm that had been operating over eight centuries before. “I think we’ve…”
“Yep, we’ve got company.”
Yet there would be little other chances for them, it was Bothawui or bust as the saying would go and even with their scanners blaring there would be no alternative.
“We’ve got severe damage to all systems.” Alasdair’s voice was as ever a constant drone of depression. “I mean like really severe. We took a solid hit as we entered lightspeed, in all honesty…”
“We’re lucky we didn’t fry up enroute, I get it.” Kira was busy trying to calm her ship down, this ship that had seen more then probably any other in the galaxy, this ship whom she owed her life too. It was in pain and there was no way she was going to let it down, it had after all yet to let her down. “Charlwook, get back there and sort out something with the acceleration drive. There has to be a leak, a burst seal or something to get these readings.”
“I’ll try and get through to Point Zero.” Alasdair slid into the now vacant co-pilot seat as the Wookiee departed the cockpit. “We need to start the evacuation. The Imperial’s would have been able to follow our jump.”
“Just our luck to drop right on the damn system we didn’t want to draw attention too eh?” Kira couldn’t even bring herself to laugh, her eyes were still sore from the emotional exit of Scarif. So much death and destruction, for what? Nothing but a chance.
Her mind moved to the data tape in her pocket, the key to unravelling the Imperial warmachine. Had it been worth the price? Not in her mind.
“Kira…” Alasdair pointed to the scanners. Again they were starting to run the same algorithm that they had started displaying on Scarif when that Star Destroyer arrived, an algorithm that had been operating over eight centuries before. “I think we’ve…”
“Yep, we’ve got company.”
Welcome to the Imperial Dominion of Bothawui.
There are a number of objectives to sink your teeth into, but as always simply remember to have fun.
Objective:
Destroy the Rebellion.
Bothawui is home to Point Zero, the current main base of the Rebellion in the sector. It has been caught by surprise as the Imperial Fleet enter the system in pursuit of the Millennium Falcon and is in no shape to defend itself from a proper attack.
Launch the Ground Assault to take the base and remove the threat once and for all.
Objective:
Our First Catch of The Day
The Rebels will try to flee. Operate in space and do not allow them to get out of the system. Engage any ships with deadly force and show them and the Bothan’s that to go against the will of the Empire is to bring swift punishment upon them.
Objective:
Many Bothans Died to Bring us This Information
Somewhere on the planet the Bothans would have received the information sought by the Rebellion. Unleash all we have to assure that many Bothans will die to avoid them bringing that information where it is needed. Eradicate them all if you have to.
Objective:
Destroy the Rebellion.
Bothawui is home to Point Zero, the current main base of the Rebellion in the sector. It has been caught by surprise as the Imperial Fleet enter the system in pursuit of the Millennium Falcon and is in no shape to defend itself from a proper attack.
Launch the Ground Assault to take the base and remove the threat once and for all.
Objective:
Our First Catch of The Day
The Rebels will try to flee. Operate in space and do not allow them to get out of the system. Engage any ships with deadly force and show them and the Bothan’s that to go against the will of the Empire is to bring swift punishment upon them.
Objective:
Many Bothans Died to Bring us This Information
Somewhere on the planet the Bothans would have received the information sought by the Rebellion. Unleash all we have to assure that many Bothans will die to avoid them bringing that information where it is needed. Eradicate them all if you have to.
Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
With the transmissions from the surface of Scarif sent, Grand Admiral Lucien Irridius starred off into the endless night that was space. Debris from The Rebel fleet that had appeared over Scarif was uselessly floating through the void, still red from the turbolaser and missile impacts. The Avenger had already sped off into Hyperspace, most likely chasing after the rebel freighter they'd detected leaving the system. He could leave the Grand Moff to his fate, allowed the foolish old man to run head first into whatever trouble awaited him...but no. That would tarnish Irridius' record, they would question why he did not pursue.
"Captain Kilko." Irridius spoke with cold intent, "map the coordinates of The Avenger's jump signature and follow suit, we will be chasing these terrorists to their hive so we may burn them out."
"Aye, sir." Kilko responded, going about to quickly get the fleet moving once again. Irridius just stood, watching as the fleet slowly drifted to align themselves with the coordinates; his burning emerald eyes picturing what it would be like to watch the last remnants of these 'Rebels' burned below him.
"Captain Kilko." Irridius spoke with cold intent, "map the coordinates of The Avenger's jump signature and follow suit, we will be chasing these terrorists to their hive so we may burn them out."
"Aye, sir." Kilko responded, going about to quickly get the fleet moving once again. Irridius just stood, watching as the fleet slowly drifted to align themselves with the coordinates; his burning emerald eyes picturing what it would be like to watch the last remnants of these 'Rebels' burned below him.
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[Theme]
The Avenger reverted from hyperspace nearly on top of the Millennium Falcon, their version of the targeting algorithm appearing again as scanners prioritized it. Imperial gunners aimed as many turbolasers as possible at the freighter and began firing as best they could, attempting to either disable or destroy the ship. TIE Fighters would appear out of the ventral hangar bay and assist in the pursuit of the Falcon, matching the green turbolaser bolts by firing their own green lasers.On the bridge, Graf and Captain Huurlek were standing in front of the viewports, staring outside at the chase as well as deciphering the information presented by various screens and command consoles. "Sir, the First Fleet is on its way." A comm officer down in the crew pits reported. "Excellent, it will be the perfect opportunity to show our sniveling Grand Admiral how invasions are carried out. Inform the Moff Council that an Invasion of Bothawui is hereby authorized, send for more forces from Kamino." The Grand Moff started, considering something before speaking again "After that, I wish for you to send a transmission to every ship in the First Fleet, including the Grand Admiral's, alerting them and their captains that I will be taking direct command of my fleet for the duration of the invasion. See to it that Admiral Irridius does not resist."
The Empire commanded all, and he was the Empire.
[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
“Kira there’s a Star Destroyer.” Alasdair shouted as the huge colossal form of the Imperial Warmachine reverted into real space right above them. “A Star Destroyer!”
“I can see it Alasdair.” Kira shouted back as she hit the manual override to allow the fuel cells to run unopposed into the thrusters. She needed all the speed she could get right now. “How could I not miss it, a frakking Star Destroyer just materialised on top of us.” She knocked the Falcon into a downward spiral, hoping that she could for a moment loose some pressure from the overarching fire.
A growl sounded over the intercom.
“I don’t give a damn right now, get on the gun.” She knew that the Underground had installed a slave trigger for the cannons on the Falcon, but at this point she had no time to concentrate on shooting as well as dodging. “Alasdair I swear to the gods of everything you better have me a way out.”
“I’m working on it boss.” He too was busy with the command console, trying to balance shield ratio and energy to the engines. Basically keeping the entire ship intact while Kira asked for every ounce of what it had. “We really need to warn the base, I mean…”
“…I’m pretty sure they already know there is a star destroyer in the system.” Kira tried to not to sound to frustrated. “If they realise we are here though? That might be a different story.” The Falcon rocked suddenly as the rear deflector shield took the majority of a very well aimed turbo laser.
“Take the ship.” Kira handed over the control to Alasdair as she slid out of the seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Something’s wrong…” That urge of rushing fear swept over her, “Just take the helm and don’t let them hit us again…”
[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Zesiro
High Lady of Kesh
Post 1
Allies: ???
Objective: Assassinate politician Avix Triem
Zesiro landed on Bothawui and exited the spaceport. Having learned a valuable lesson recently, she wore slightly less provocative clothing and had acquired a hooded cloak. Though she still moved with the seductive grace that turned heads, the drooling and panting had let up considerably. Even going to what she considered extremes to fit in, not one person that saw her would ever forget.
The cosmopolitan planet was to her liking and she struck off in the direction of what appeared to be a nexus of traffic and buildings. She walked instead of hitching a ride, maybe she liked the attention her movements brought. Any of the people here would have given her anything she asked for willingly.
Her blue eyes scanned the crowds. She was looking for something, but didn't know what. No, it wasn't a something, it was a somebody. An ally perhaps? Time would tell and she continued her trek down the street.
First she needed a place to stay, make her plans and formulate her attack. He was sure to have guards so observation came first.
Asking for directions to a place to stay, she struck out in the direction the person had pointed her and confidently continued her walk. Stopping outside the address given,, she looked up at the façade in front of her and let out and appreciative whistle. Walking in, she requested a room and was given a key tab to get her in.
Her room was simple with a bed, table with two chairs, holovid, bathroom and a small kitchenette. It would do for her work fine. Setting her few belongings down, she turned on the holo to see what was on the agenda for today where her target might be found.
Allies: ???
Objective: Assassinate politician Avix Triem
Zesiro landed on Bothawui and exited the spaceport. Having learned a valuable lesson recently, she wore slightly less provocative clothing and had acquired a hooded cloak. Though she still moved with the seductive grace that turned heads, the drooling and panting had let up considerably. Even going to what she considered extremes to fit in, not one person that saw her would ever forget.
The cosmopolitan planet was to her liking and she struck off in the direction of what appeared to be a nexus of traffic and buildings. She walked instead of hitching a ride, maybe she liked the attention her movements brought. Any of the people here would have given her anything she asked for willingly.
Her blue eyes scanned the crowds. She was looking for something, but didn't know what. No, it wasn't a something, it was a somebody. An ally perhaps? Time would tell and she continued her trek down the street.
First she needed a place to stay, make her plans and formulate her attack. He was sure to have guards so observation came first.
Asking for directions to a place to stay, she struck out in the direction the person had pointed her and confidently continued her walk. Stopping outside the address given,, she looked up at the façade in front of her and let out and appreciative whistle. Walking in, she requested a room and was given a key tab to get her in.
Her room was simple with a bed, table with two chairs, holovid, bathroom and a small kitchenette. It would do for her work fine. Setting her few belongings down, she turned on the holo to see what was on the agenda for today where her target might be found.
Our First Catch of the Day
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Vaal"]
Location: Jumping out of hyperspace at Bothawui
The 7th Heavy Assault Fleet hadn't made it to Scarif, but it would certainly make it on time to Bothawui. The flagship of the fleet, Elamo, an Imperial IV, jumped out a few kilometers behind the Avenger. The rest of the ISDs and their escorts followed shortly. The Fleet was here to wipe out any rebel resistance in space. They would certainly do a good job at doing so.
As Will got a view of the surrounding space, he saw a small freighter being chased by the Avenger and its TIEs. At a closer look, he saw that it was the.... "Falcon? Is that really the Falcon?" he said to himself. "I didn't even know it survived the Galactic Civil War!" He had never known that a freighter could be so resilient, even after over a millennium of use. "Do not engage the freighter. The Grand Moff will take care of that. Advance on Bothawui and destroy any rebel spaceships." The ships of the 7th Heavy Assault Fleet started to accelerate and head toward the planet.
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Enemies: [member="Kira Vaal"]
Location: Jumping out of hyperspace at Bothawui
The 7th Heavy Assault Fleet hadn't made it to Scarif, but it would certainly make it on time to Bothawui. The flagship of the fleet, Elamo, an Imperial IV, jumped out a few kilometers behind the Avenger. The rest of the ISDs and their escorts followed shortly. The Fleet was here to wipe out any rebel resistance in space. They would certainly do a good job at doing so.
As Will got a view of the surrounding space, he saw a small freighter being chased by the Avenger and its TIEs. At a closer look, he saw that it was the.... "Falcon? Is that really the Falcon?" he said to himself. "I didn't even know it survived the Galactic Civil War!" He had never known that a freighter could be so resilient, even after over a millennium of use. "Do not engage the freighter. The Grand Moff will take care of that. Advance on Bothawui and destroy any rebel spaceships." The ships of the 7th Heavy Assault Fleet started to accelerate and head toward the planet.
Elamo (Imperial IV) (Flagship) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Yalao (Imperial IV) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Panka (Imperial IV) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Pounder (Dreadnaught-II) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Wrath (Dreadnaught-II) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Sweep (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Striker (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Swath (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Yalao (Imperial IV) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Panka (Imperial IV) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Pounder (Dreadnaught-II) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Wrath (Dreadnaught-II) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Sweep (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Striker (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Swath (Temptus star frigate) - Engines: 1/2 power | Shielding: 100% | Armor: 100%
Jastor Husk
Junker General
Husk stood in the briefing room amongst the holograms of three other generals, it was very dark, to help illuminate the presence of the holograms, the field marshall was bringing about an end to their final mini-brief before the attack on Bothawui, "...once all four LZs are secured, our main attacking forces will land and take control of the various important command centers of the Rebellion and Planetary Defense Forces. However, we will have small attack forces engaging several important targets across the world, our objectives are taking out the high population centers, and taking control of any high value locations, specifically strategic regions and military bases. We are foregoing large military equipment to smaller more mobile armor and heavy artillery, as our intelligence suggests they are preparing for a more grand scale of attack, rather than the force we have prepared. Inform your men that no discretion shall be imparted on the local populace, they have cooperated with the Rebels this far, we are sure the civilians will aid the rebels no matter what mercy we show them. That is all, you may return to each of your task forces' more minute operations." Two of the generals bowed respectively and their holograms fizzed out, but one still remained, "I see you've slightly modified the strategy from our original plan?" Husk stared directly into the only remaining hologram, General Fre, "Yes, I decided we could stand a few collateral casualties if it means we can effectively occupy this planet without dragging a long insurgency." Fre's gaze shrunk into a squint, and with a mocking yet refined tone he remarked, "I fail to see how killing civilians will make them more prone to subservience rather than resistance, but I digress." The hologram flickered off before Husk could relate a reply. His patience was thinning with Fre, but he had no choice other than to tolerate him. The Grand Moff kept checks on his senior officials, [member="Tanomas Graf"] would certainly notice if Husk tried to lash at Fre using political means.
Husk left the conference room enroute to his quarters, there was still a short time before the invasion fleet would pop out of hyperspace behind the combat fleets that had gone ahead, hopefully to secure the area. He was determined to relieve his stress before the battle, he certainly did not want to be tense and pre-occupied when his troops needed him most. Walking with pomp and authority, he entered his quarters to find one of his favorite mistresses lying on hid bed wearing very little of an outfit. Husk snapped his fingers and his two stormtrooper guards exited his quarters and stood guard outside, "I see you settled in quite nicely." The Vahla women made a very enticing grin, "I always do Jay," Husk chuckled softly as he began to undress, "Lets get this over with, I don't have much time before I must report to duty on the bridge," The Vahla woman shook her head softly, "You are certainly the man of the hour,"
[member="Will Sherman"]
[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Kira Vaal"]
[member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Husk left the conference room enroute to his quarters, there was still a short time before the invasion fleet would pop out of hyperspace behind the combat fleets that had gone ahead, hopefully to secure the area. He was determined to relieve his stress before the battle, he certainly did not want to be tense and pre-occupied when his troops needed him most. Walking with pomp and authority, he entered his quarters to find one of his favorite mistresses lying on hid bed wearing very little of an outfit. Husk snapped his fingers and his two stormtrooper guards exited his quarters and stood guard outside, "I see you settled in quite nicely." The Vahla women made a very enticing grin, "I always do Jay," Husk chuckled softly as he began to undress, "Lets get this over with, I don't have much time before I must report to duty on the bridge," The Vahla woman shook her head softly, "You are certainly the man of the hour,"
[member="Will Sherman"]
[member="Zesiro"]
[member="Kira Vaal"]
[member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
The Avenger matched the speed of the Falcon easily, making sure that the Corellian freighter did not outrun them and escape to the planet of Bothawui before the Imperials arrived as well. Slowly but surely some of the ships of the Imperial Starfleet would begin to show up on the edge of the planet's gravity well, preparing to blockade the planet for invasion.
"Star Destroyers Moonshadow and Emperor's Wrath, move in and prepare to trap the Millennium Falcon in an encirclement!" The Grand Moff ordered over the comms, leaning against the command council over the viewport as Captain Huurlek made sure those in the crew pits were doing so at optimal efficiency.
Sure enough, two star destroyers would appear in front of the pursuit, intent on trapping the Rebel freighter between them and the Grand Moff's own ship. Turbolasers filled the void between each other, many of them missing the ship by a hair.
[member="Kira Vaal"]
"Star Destroyers Moonshadow and Emperor's Wrath, move in and prepare to trap the Millennium Falcon in an encirclement!" The Grand Moff ordered over the comms, leaning against the command council over the viewport as Captain Huurlek made sure those in the crew pits were doing so at optimal efficiency.
Sure enough, two star destroyers would appear in front of the pursuit, intent on trapping the Rebel freighter between them and the Grand Moff's own ship. Turbolasers filled the void between each other, many of them missing the ship by a hair.
[member="Kira Vaal"]
Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
The Falcon continued to rock as it dodged the shots it could, deflector shields somehow keeping the damage minimal from the ones it couldn’t. Speed couldn’t take them away fast enough, if the engines were working at full capacity it would have been possible, but with the damage and the potential fuel leaks they wouldn’t be outrunning this Imperial Starship.
Alasdair kept the YT agile, or at least as much as he could, but he wasn’t Kira. He knew she had to get back in this pilots chair or they would all be dead before they reached the planet. Kira however was nowhere to be seen, she’d already moved from the cockpit to the main quarters, Charliwook nearby hammering something with a heavy metal hammer.
Let’s get out of here, you ready for lightspeed.
The voice was unknown, distant and not present in the material realm but to Kira it was as clear as day. She swivelled on her heel trying to find out where it had come from and who had said it, but there was nobody nearby other then the Wookiee.
One, Two, Three
A complete feeling of dread filled her, astonished surprise and disappointment. It made her hands raise to her face as she again tried to get a sense of what was happening.
It’s not fair. Transfer indicators are working. It’s not my fault.”
No light speed?
It was a different voice this time, a female’s yet still as distant and aloof as the first.
It’s not my fault.
The ship shook again, the Avenger was practically atop of them now unleashed death upon the Falcon, a proud Imperial officer smirking somewhere as the helpless craft appeared all but theirs.
Sir we just lost the-
“-main rear deflector shield, one more direct hit on the rear quarter and we are done for.” Alasdair’s voice interrupted the sound in her head, his panic clear through the comm-channels. She had to make a decision and fast, already she was aware that two other Star Destroyers were attempting to enclose them.
Turn her around.
“Turn her around.” Kira whispered out of locked lips.
I said turn her around. I’m going to put all power on the front shield.
Kira was in the cockpit before she knew it moving to a control console behind Alasdair.
“Your going to attack them?” Alasdair seemed blown out of his mind as she took her chair once more. “The odds of surviving a…You know what, who cares.”
She moved the Falcon in a wide sweep and headed straight at the Avenger, moving aggressively towards the bridge, bringing her as close as she possibly could. Those damn Imperial Officers will hear her cursing they were that close.
Alasdair kept the YT agile, or at least as much as he could, but he wasn’t Kira. He knew she had to get back in this pilots chair or they would all be dead before they reached the planet. Kira however was nowhere to be seen, she’d already moved from the cockpit to the main quarters, Charliwook nearby hammering something with a heavy metal hammer.
Let’s get out of here, you ready for lightspeed.
The voice was unknown, distant and not present in the material realm but to Kira it was as clear as day. She swivelled on her heel trying to find out where it had come from and who had said it, but there was nobody nearby other then the Wookiee.
One, Two, Three
A complete feeling of dread filled her, astonished surprise and disappointment. It made her hands raise to her face as she again tried to get a sense of what was happening.
It’s not fair. Transfer indicators are working. It’s not my fault.”
No light speed?
It was a different voice this time, a female’s yet still as distant and aloof as the first.
It’s not my fault.
The ship shook again, the Avenger was practically atop of them now unleashed death upon the Falcon, a proud Imperial officer smirking somewhere as the helpless craft appeared all but theirs.
Sir we just lost the-
“-main rear deflector shield, one more direct hit on the rear quarter and we are done for.” Alasdair’s voice interrupted the sound in her head, his panic clear through the comm-channels. She had to make a decision and fast, already she was aware that two other Star Destroyers were attempting to enclose them.
Turn her around.
“Turn her around.” Kira whispered out of locked lips.
I said turn her around. I’m going to put all power on the front shield.
Kira was in the cockpit before she knew it moving to a control console behind Alasdair.
“Your going to attack them?” Alasdair seemed blown out of his mind as she took her chair once more. “The odds of surviving a…You know what, who cares.”
She moved the Falcon in a wide sweep and headed straight at the Avenger, moving aggressively towards the bridge, bringing her as close as she possibly could. Those damn Imperial Officers will hear her cursing they were that close.
III
Tanomas' eyebrows furrowed in worry as the Millennium Falcon banked, making a steep, twisting turn straight towards his ship. The small freighter was dodging every burst of turbolaser flak as it raced across the surface of the star destroyer towards the bridge. The old man suddenly felt a burst of cold air sweep over him.
They're moving to attack position!
He turned and looked over his shoulder at the crewmen, observing whether they had heard it too. It was the voice of a male, with a thick Imperial accent. Graf faced the viewports once more to watch the Falcon, and brought his hand up to rub his forehead, hearing the voice again.
Shields up!
The wizened eyes of the Grand Moff quickly darted down to gander at his command console, which displayed that the shields were already up. Confused, he glanced back up to watch as the Corellian freighter nearly impact on the bridge of the star destroyer.
He glared when he could see clearly into the cockpit, it was her. [member="Kira Vaal"], the Jedi Master turned Rebel General who had been the source of Imperial woes for the past year, the ship would disappear above the bridge after he spotted the woman.
Track them. They may come around for another pass.
"Track them. They may come around for another pass." Graf ordered unwittingly, taking the advice of this mysterious voice.
Captain Needa, the ship no longer appears on our scopes.
Those words came from a different voice, no less Imperial. Needa? He had heard that name before, but he couldn't remember where, but by the words he could tell that this Needa was the commander of a ship, could it be that he commanded the Avenger before Graf. His thought processes were interrupted by the sudden calling out from the crew pits.
"Grand Moff Graf, the ship no longer appears on our scopes." A technician had relayed from his station, much to the dissatisfaction of the man.
They can't have disappeared. No ship that small has a cloaking device.
Well, there's no trace of them, sir.
Graf silently moved his lips, saying these things to himself, why was he of all people hearing these voices all of a sudden, he had never had any strong connection to the Force, which would've been the only explanation. "Continue to scan the area, find them" was all he could muster before asking one of his aides to get him a strong drink, preferably brandy.
Tanomas' eyebrows furrowed in worry as the Millennium Falcon banked, making a steep, twisting turn straight towards his ship. The small freighter was dodging every burst of turbolaser flak as it raced across the surface of the star destroyer towards the bridge. The old man suddenly felt a burst of cold air sweep over him.
They're moving to attack position!
He turned and looked over his shoulder at the crewmen, observing whether they had heard it too. It was the voice of a male, with a thick Imperial accent. Graf faced the viewports once more to watch the Falcon, and brought his hand up to rub his forehead, hearing the voice again.
Shields up!
The wizened eyes of the Grand Moff quickly darted down to gander at his command console, which displayed that the shields were already up. Confused, he glanced back up to watch as the Corellian freighter nearly impact on the bridge of the star destroyer.
He glared when he could see clearly into the cockpit, it was her. [member="Kira Vaal"], the Jedi Master turned Rebel General who had been the source of Imperial woes for the past year, the ship would disappear above the bridge after he spotted the woman.
Track them. They may come around for another pass.
"Track them. They may come around for another pass." Graf ordered unwittingly, taking the advice of this mysterious voice.
Captain Needa, the ship no longer appears on our scopes.
Those words came from a different voice, no less Imperial. Needa? He had heard that name before, but he couldn't remember where, but by the words he could tell that this Needa was the commander of a ship, could it be that he commanded the Avenger before Graf. His thought processes were interrupted by the sudden calling out from the crew pits.
"Grand Moff Graf, the ship no longer appears on our scopes." A technician had relayed from his station, much to the dissatisfaction of the man.
They can't have disappeared. No ship that small has a cloaking device.
Well, there's no trace of them, sir.
Graf silently moved his lips, saying these things to himself, why was he of all people hearing these voices all of a sudden, he had never had any strong connection to the Force, which would've been the only explanation. "Continue to scan the area, find them" was all he could muster before asking one of his aides to get him a strong drink, preferably brandy.
Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
Space really wasn’t that silent. Everybody always said it was, but not everybody had been inside the Millennium Falcon in space. There were creaks and groans as the hull of the ship seemingly pushed back against the complete lack of pressure. Hissing and other such crazy noises that made your mind wander beyond the now and into the what ifs.
“I can’t believe we are doing this.” Alasdair whispered as quietly as he could, the fear of detection still rampant across the entire ship. “I mean…like how did you even think of this?” He looked out of the cockpit from where he was desperately trying to rewire one of the communication panels. It all seemed normal, or at least if normal meant a whopping big Star Destroyer backend.
“I don’t know. Instinct I suppose.” Kira responded, she to was arm deep in one of the consoles, loose wires scattered about her. She was trying to keep her mind off the fact that her ship was currently pasted to the rear of the Avenger’s bridge, clamped and quiet without a trace of power for them to grab hold of with the scans. “All I know is we have to get these things fixed before they do find us or well, we’ll be fried before we even get a chance to say boo.”
Charlwook was somewhere else near the engines, playing around with something else that needed fixing. He had given some gruff remark when he had seen their current choice of docking but hadn’t given it much else. Which was how Kira preferred it, he was a damn good mechanic. Go back to fixing things.
“Hopefully, if my guess is correct they’ll stop scanning soon and head towards Bothawui.” As much as she didn’t want them getting to the Rebel base on planet, the closer they got the better chance they all had of survival, “Then we can slingshot off and race them to the finish line.”
“There are a lot of ‘ifs’ there cap.” Alasdair was making a point, he was already deep back into his work.
“I can’t believe we are doing this.” Alasdair whispered as quietly as he could, the fear of detection still rampant across the entire ship. “I mean…like how did you even think of this?” He looked out of the cockpit from where he was desperately trying to rewire one of the communication panels. It all seemed normal, or at least if normal meant a whopping big Star Destroyer backend.
“I don’t know. Instinct I suppose.” Kira responded, she to was arm deep in one of the consoles, loose wires scattered about her. She was trying to keep her mind off the fact that her ship was currently pasted to the rear of the Avenger’s bridge, clamped and quiet without a trace of power for them to grab hold of with the scans. “All I know is we have to get these things fixed before they do find us or well, we’ll be fried before we even get a chance to say boo.”
Charlwook was somewhere else near the engines, playing around with something else that needed fixing. He had given some gruff remark when he had seen their current choice of docking but hadn’t given it much else. Which was how Kira preferred it, he was a damn good mechanic. Go back to fixing things.
“Hopefully, if my guess is correct they’ll stop scanning soon and head towards Bothawui.” As much as she didn’t want them getting to the Rebel base on planet, the closer they got the better chance they all had of survival, “Then we can slingshot off and race them to the finish line.”
“There are a lot of ‘ifs’ there cap.” Alasdair was making a point, he was already deep back into his work.
Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
Irridius fingers tightened around his palm as the orders from the Grand Moff came through. The bumbling old fool wanted to take his glory, did he? Use his fleet for his own gain? Politicians should stay where they are best suited, safe at their round tables and fact proof suites; not meddling in affairs better suited for military men. Suited for warriors who understood war on a level deeper than holographic pieces on a battle map.
As First Fleet exited hyperspace, The Grand Admiral witnessed the Avenger floating idly in the darkness of space. He scoffed, eyes passing over the legions of drop craft that were quickly descending towards Bothawui. With a snap of his fingers and a flurry of hand signals, Irridius commanded the ship's communicator to contact the bridge of Grand Moff Graf's ship.
"T he First fleet is at your disposal, Grand Moff" Irridius emphasized the title, reminding the old fool of his position. A civilian position. Looking over the readouts from the scanners, it appeared as if the Avenger was currently scanning the system for something, "It appears you are looking for something, perhaps The Navy can be of assistance."
Irridius' hands were clasped behind his back, voice stern and just on the fringes of what could be considered respectful.
Irridius fingers tightened around his palm as the orders from the Grand Moff came through. The bumbling old fool wanted to take his glory, did he? Use his fleet for his own gain? Politicians should stay where they are best suited, safe at their round tables and fact proof suites; not meddling in affairs better suited for military men. Suited for warriors who understood war on a level deeper than holographic pieces on a battle map.
As First Fleet exited hyperspace, The Grand Admiral witnessed the Avenger floating idly in the darkness of space. He scoffed, eyes passing over the legions of drop craft that were quickly descending towards Bothawui. With a snap of his fingers and a flurry of hand signals, Irridius commanded the ship's communicator to contact the bridge of Grand Moff Graf's ship.
"T he First fleet is at your disposal, Grand Moff" Irridius emphasized the title, reminding the old fool of his position. A civilian position. Looking over the readouts from the scanners, it appeared as if the Avenger was currently scanning the system for something, "It appears you are looking for something, perhaps The Navy can be of assistance."
Irridius' hands were clasped behind his back, voice stern and just on the fringes of what could be considered respectful.
Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
All was quiet in the city. Everyone spoke in hushed tones as impending doom seemed imminent. The Imperial fleet had materialized over the planet and an invasion was soon to follow. Bothan forces were preparing to go to war and the secretary of defense assured the public that none of the civilian cities would be hit. They were dealing with Imperials, not savages.
Desmond watched it all through a holovid that sat behind the bar as he quietly sipped his drink and smoked his cigar. He laughed a little at hearing this. If only the Bothans knew the orders he and the rest of the Imperial Military had just received. The bar he was in was smokey, the lights were dimmed and the booths mere shadows so as to better hide their patrons. A one eyed bothan stood behind the bar serving drinks. An ash stray sat atop the wooden bar frame and Desmond flicked his cigar in it.
The Chiss downed the rest of his drink and he obtained a nice buzz from it. His head swimming, he contemplated taking a piss. But, as he prepared to swivel around in his stool he was approached by two lightly armed men.
“Heard you been askin’ questions,” A slack jawed human said.
“Of the dangerous kind,” Replied his Bothan compatriot.
“What’s it to you?” Desmond asked in his best low brow accent. The Bothan looked to his human pal and the slack jawed man cracked his knuckles. He gave the Bothan a nod without looking at him and the Bothan sighed.
“We may have what you’re looking for,” The Bothan said quietly, his eyes darting around the bar. Desmond nodded, stood, and pat the two new comers on the shoulder, as if greeting old friends.
“Then we ought not waste any more time,” Only a hint of his true Imperial accent slipping through.
Desmond watched it all through a holovid that sat behind the bar as he quietly sipped his drink and smoked his cigar. He laughed a little at hearing this. If only the Bothans knew the orders he and the rest of the Imperial Military had just received. The bar he was in was smokey, the lights were dimmed and the booths mere shadows so as to better hide their patrons. A one eyed bothan stood behind the bar serving drinks. An ash stray sat atop the wooden bar frame and Desmond flicked his cigar in it.
The Chiss downed the rest of his drink and he obtained a nice buzz from it. His head swimming, he contemplated taking a piss. But, as he prepared to swivel around in his stool he was approached by two lightly armed men.
“Heard you been askin’ questions,” A slack jawed human said.
“Of the dangerous kind,” Replied his Bothan compatriot.
“What’s it to you?” Desmond asked in his best low brow accent. The Bothan looked to his human pal and the slack jawed man cracked his knuckles. He gave the Bothan a nod without looking at him and the Bothan sighed.
“We may have what you’re looking for,” The Bothan said quietly, his eyes darting around the bar. Desmond nodded, stood, and pat the two new comers on the shoulder, as if greeting old friends.
“Then we ought not waste any more time,” Only a hint of his true Imperial accent slipping through.
Darth Vulcanus
Better than other-other space Kaiden
"The official reports say the invasion was a stunning success. A glowing example of Imperial military might. That the Bothans surrendered painlessly, the Rebels crushed swiftly and with nigh zero casualties....that's what the official reports say. Truth is, I can still hear the screams. Still, see the bloody claws and walls of blaster fire, the charred bodies smoking into the night. But those nightmares that throw me awake aren't real. That's what the official reports say"
He shouldn't have been there. The kid sitting across from Titun. Not the kid nor the rest of his platoon. Every time flak jarred the ship or shrapnel rang the hull he nearly jumped out of his pearly white armor. It wasn't fair to them, they weren't equipped for going behind enemy lines and sure as hell weren't trained for it. Someone up in command either had a grudge or didn't know what the hell they were doing, but apparently securing streets with regulars was just as important as hitting Rebel safe houses.
Titun didn't say anything though, not as stared into the soulless black visors of the shiny's helmet and chewed what he knew to be true. He wondered if he had a family, someone waiting for him like Titun did. Was 'Kid' here because he actually believed in The Empire, or was he just a good liar like he was? Was even a kid or just a scared man? Secrets locked behind a faceless cage. Maybe he could ask, maybe it wouldn't matter...but maybe it would.
The ship jerked, an explosion rattling the hull.
"Whats your name?" Titun asked, switching of the communication encryptor as to be heard clearly. The trooper looked up, obviously shocked by the way he turned his head and stuttered a reply. Maybe that was just nerves though.
"B-Banhardt, sir." The voice was high, laced with fear and not deep enough to be more than twenty or so. Yep, just a kid.
Titun was quiet for a second, looking over the rest of his squad before putting eyes back on Banhardt. "You'll be fine."
There was a long pause, the trooper deadpanning Titun from the shadows and then the cabin turned blood red as the drop-light shot to life.
"LANS Drop in thirty." The pilot crackled over the com, to which the death troopers shot up with weapons in hand.
"But sir wha-
"Shoot first." Titun cut in, turning towards the bay door as it slid open to the blurring cityscape outside.
Kira Vaal
D E S T I N E D
“He said he got the main fuel cable to stop shorting out.” Alasdair said to Kira as he entered the cockpit. He had been down to see how Charlwook had been getting on with the engine repairs, the news had been good, mostly. “The hyperdrive however is fried, said we will get one good jump out of it if we’re lucky.” He watched Kira sigh.
“If we are lucky?” Her hands were thick with grease from the work she was doing underneath the console near the throttle control, yet it didn’t stop her from rubbing the side of her face. “What happen’s if we are not lucky?”
“From my translation it was something along the lines of a bit being in every part of the galaxy the second we enter lightspeed.” He smiled awkwardly. “Except Char was a bit more graphic with his details.”
“Well that limits our options slightly.” The Star Destroyer they were attached to had continued towards the planet, they just had to hope nobody looked too close at the bridge and saw them sat there. “I may however have an idea.” Kira slipped from the cockpit and with Alasdair in tow moved towards the very rear of the ship where a small room was hidden behind a sealed door.
“It used to be an old state room or something, had remains of a bed and these little Alderaanian hairpins. Kept it as a storage room.” She explained as they moved through the entrance towards a large stack that Kira had covered with a large sheet.
Alasdair gave her a hand to remove the sheet to reveal a freestanding communicator of sorts, it had clearly seen better days but Kira seemed to have some use for it. “If I remember the codes correctly I should be able to message some old friends on a hidden signal without the Avenger picking them up.” She rubbed her chin. “In theory.”
“Theory is the best chance we have right now.”
“If we are lucky?” Her hands were thick with grease from the work she was doing underneath the console near the throttle control, yet it didn’t stop her from rubbing the side of her face. “What happen’s if we are not lucky?”
“From my translation it was something along the lines of a bit being in every part of the galaxy the second we enter lightspeed.” He smiled awkwardly. “Except Char was a bit more graphic with his details.”
“Well that limits our options slightly.” The Star Destroyer they were attached to had continued towards the planet, they just had to hope nobody looked too close at the bridge and saw them sat there. “I may however have an idea.” Kira slipped from the cockpit and with Alasdair in tow moved towards the very rear of the ship where a small room was hidden behind a sealed door.
“It used to be an old state room or something, had remains of a bed and these little Alderaanian hairpins. Kept it as a storage room.” She explained as they moved through the entrance towards a large stack that Kira had covered with a large sheet.
Alasdair gave her a hand to remove the sheet to reveal a freestanding communicator of sorts, it had clearly seen better days but Kira seemed to have some use for it. “If I remember the codes correctly I should be able to message some old friends on a hidden signal without the Avenger picking them up.” She rubbed her chin. “In theory.”
“Theory is the best chance we have right now.”
NT-6922
Dark Siren
Natassia stared down at her blaster silently, still in the cover of the badly damaged building her and her troopers had took shelter in.
Waiting for the moment of truth; if she could still lead Imperials to victory, or if she was indeed well past expiration date.
Waiting for the Death Troopers to come down so she could assist them and get her sorry excuse of a company moving. So many years in stasis hadn't changed her mind about Imperial tactics; something she had to struggle with when she joined the Galactic Empire. Even the fact that it bore the same name as her former allegiance was disturbing... and yet comforting. After all, she was a stormtrooper, and little else. She was back home, back in her element, back in her beliefs. But leading 36 troopers into battle, and 36 trooper who weren't those she used to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with, was something she had learned to do on the fly. From the moment they had arrived on the planet, everything about it screamed Danger to her. It reminded her of all these ambushes, the standard tactic of the rebel scum. How ironic that she was once more fighting rebels - the direct descendants of the ones she fought back in her days, at least spiritually.
She knew the squads saw her as a merciless relic of old, one that would not hesitate to give up their lives if she had the chance to storm ennemy positions. Building trust with them was going to be hard, but she'd do it. She'd show them that she was just like them, in the end. Someone who got the job done and tried to limit casualties.
"You know why we're here", she said to the sergeant she knew was standing behind her as she looked at the fields ahead in her binoculars. The man adjusted the makeshift camo she had ordered them to smear on their white armor nervously, brushing off a particularly huge ant off of his shoulderpad.
"We're just nervous. The stakes are high."
His comment was met with silence. Natassia lowered the binoculars after some time and turned to face the squad leader, and nodded sternly. Her helmet was different, and older design she had struggled to upgrade instead of replacing it with a new, higher-quality one; it was something that made her stand out even more among her company.
"Get that mud off of your men, sergeant. I don't want to have an accident with the death troopers. I want you and the rest of the column to be ready to move as soon as possible."
It was with but a few words of acknowledgement that he turned to leave her sight and went to transmit her orders to the rest of the sergeants - even the smallest of radio communications were prohibited for now. They had broken off of the main fighting force in a firefight, and Natassia was thankful enough that they managed to move the column deep enough for them to assist the Death Troopers.
"Oh, and, sergeant", she added as he started to go back from her he came from, still crouching to avoid detection. "While an Imperial Lieutenant surely wouldn't advise letting other Imperial personnel die in its place... do temper the eagerness of some of your troops. It'd be a shame if their excitement led them to being little more than canon fodder for the troopers in black to hide behind."
Waiting for the moment of truth; if she could still lead Imperials to victory, or if she was indeed well past expiration date.
Waiting for the Death Troopers to come down so she could assist them and get her sorry excuse of a company moving. So many years in stasis hadn't changed her mind about Imperial tactics; something she had to struggle with when she joined the Galactic Empire. Even the fact that it bore the same name as her former allegiance was disturbing... and yet comforting. After all, she was a stormtrooper, and little else. She was back home, back in her element, back in her beliefs. But leading 36 troopers into battle, and 36 trooper who weren't those she used to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with, was something she had learned to do on the fly. From the moment they had arrived on the planet, everything about it screamed Danger to her. It reminded her of all these ambushes, the standard tactic of the rebel scum. How ironic that she was once more fighting rebels - the direct descendants of the ones she fought back in her days, at least spiritually.
She knew the squads saw her as a merciless relic of old, one that would not hesitate to give up their lives if she had the chance to storm ennemy positions. Building trust with them was going to be hard, but she'd do it. She'd show them that she was just like them, in the end. Someone who got the job done and tried to limit casualties.
"You know why we're here", she said to the sergeant she knew was standing behind her as she looked at the fields ahead in her binoculars. The man adjusted the makeshift camo she had ordered them to smear on their white armor nervously, brushing off a particularly huge ant off of his shoulderpad.
"We're just nervous. The stakes are high."
His comment was met with silence. Natassia lowered the binoculars after some time and turned to face the squad leader, and nodded sternly. Her helmet was different, and older design she had struggled to upgrade instead of replacing it with a new, higher-quality one; it was something that made her stand out even more among her company.
"Get that mud off of your men, sergeant. I don't want to have an accident with the death troopers. I want you and the rest of the column to be ready to move as soon as possible."
It was with but a few words of acknowledgement that he turned to leave her sight and went to transmit her orders to the rest of the sergeants - even the smallest of radio communications were prohibited for now. They had broken off of the main fighting force in a firefight, and Natassia was thankful enough that they managed to move the column deep enough for them to assist the Death Troopers.
"Oh, and, sergeant", she added as he started to go back from her he came from, still crouching to avoid detection. "While an Imperial Lieutenant surely wouldn't advise letting other Imperial personnel die in its place... do temper the eagerness of some of your troops. It'd be a shame if their excitement led them to being little more than canon fodder for the troopers in black to hide behind."
Alasdair Sitra
Galactic Waste of Space
Inferno lights are green
The alarm had risen through the interior of the Ravager shortly after the internal brief had been issued to the team onboard. The alert creating a storm of activity aboard the Raider-Class as it continued it’s journey through Hyperspace, one particular point of this activity was the sudden meeting of Captain Aidross, the commanding officer of the Ravager and Kayrce Sonn, otherwise known as Inferno-One.
“You have the team ready?” Aidross asked without pause in his step. He was determined to get to the bridge in preparation for real-space reversion. “I expect you out of the hold the moment we revert.”
“Team One is ready, the five of us should have no issue with the task at hand.” She mentioned as her hands found themselves tightening her glove straps as they proceeded. “There will be no need for Team Two.”
“I understand your confidence Commander, but remember that Inferno is under my jurisdiction and as such when I deploy the full Inferno unit, both teams will be in use.” It wasn’t a threat, just information he wanted passed from his tone. “Team two will provide air support for your team as well as the main Imperial force currently in the process of landing.”
“Understood Sir.” Kayrce didn’t raise her eyebrows like she wanted too, nor did she change her tone away from the obedient Imperial Soldier she was. “Team One is ready to depart on order.”
“Excellent.” They had reached the access point to the bridge and Aidross paused his continual paced walk to turn to the black-clad Imperial. “Get yourself down to the hold, when you get to the planet surface report back.”
“Yes sir.”
Salutes were offered and the two parted ways. The proximity alarm for incoming planetary presence sounding loudly through the corridors.
The alarm had risen through the interior of the Ravager shortly after the internal brief had been issued to the team onboard. The alert creating a storm of activity aboard the Raider-Class as it continued it’s journey through Hyperspace, one particular point of this activity was the sudden meeting of Captain Aidross, the commanding officer of the Ravager and Kayrce Sonn, otherwise known as Inferno-One.
“You have the team ready?” Aidross asked without pause in his step. He was determined to get to the bridge in preparation for real-space reversion. “I expect you out of the hold the moment we revert.”
“Team One is ready, the five of us should have no issue with the task at hand.” She mentioned as her hands found themselves tightening her glove straps as they proceeded. “There will be no need for Team Two.”
“I understand your confidence Commander, but remember that Inferno is under my jurisdiction and as such when I deploy the full Inferno unit, both teams will be in use.” It wasn’t a threat, just information he wanted passed from his tone. “Team two will provide air support for your team as well as the main Imperial force currently in the process of landing.”
“Understood Sir.” Kayrce didn’t raise her eyebrows like she wanted too, nor did she change her tone away from the obedient Imperial Soldier she was. “Team One is ready to depart on order.”
“Excellent.” They had reached the access point to the bridge and Aidross paused his continual paced walk to turn to the black-clad Imperial. “Get yourself down to the hold, when you get to the planet surface report back.”
“Yes sir.”
Salutes were offered and the two parted ways. The proximity alarm for incoming planetary presence sounding loudly through the corridors.
Bryce Bantam
Just a dude
Location: Off hyperspace lanes, deep space One parsec from Bothawui
Opposition: Galactic Empire ( [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="NT-6922"] | [member="Titun"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] )
Allies - (Rebellion [member="Kira Vaal"] ) (Underground [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] )
OOC: This is to note ORC entry into the Domination and to set back story for arrival
NPC Fleet (Mostly target practice for fleeters, dispatch as you wish. Will post damage as needed in response to actions)
Bryce listened from the bridge of his new ship as reports of the invasion continued to trickle in. As expected the communication from Bothawui had all but ceased as the imperial fleet had moved into the system. Called to action by the warnings of General Vaal they were amassing what little assets they had in the area to aid the Rebellion cell that was in real danger of being wiped out. News of their devastating loses on Scarif was now well known to the other cells through out the galaxy and the Underground had responded to their calls for help.
Bryce had joined the other rogue captains at the rally point, a unnamed nebula some one parsec from Bothawui. As he watched the stars twinkle from the bridge view ports he took note of how much smaller their relief force was compared to reports of the battle fleet the Galactic Empire had been able to muster. It would have to do he though...
No matter what they needed to help, both the rebellion and the poor Bothans of Bothawui...
"Comm, signal the Admiral. On his order we are ready to Jump."
Opposition: Galactic Empire ( [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zesiro"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="NT-6922"] | [member="Titun"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] )
Allies - (Rebellion [member="Kira Vaal"] ) (Underground [member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="John Shepherd"] | [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] )
OOC: This is to note ORC entry into the Domination and to set back story for arrival
NPC Fleet (Mostly target practice for fleeters, dispatch as you wish. Will post damage as needed in response to actions)
x3 Silk - MC70 Ackbar-class Star Cruiser (Named the Phoenix, Resistance, Phantom)
x5 Silk - Peregrine Class Armed Freighter (Endor's glory, Yarvin remembrance, Hoth's furry, Twin suns of Tatooine, Decider of Hutta)
x11 Mics tramp freighters
x10 transports to help with evacuation
Fighters to be used - (Background noise)
x5 Silk - Peregrine Class Armed Freighter (Endor's glory, Yarvin remembrance, Hoth's furry, Twin suns of Tatooine, Decider of Hutta)
x11 Mics tramp freighters
x10 transports to help with evacuation
Fighters to be used - (Background noise)
- Incom XA-5 X-Wing
- Incom Modified E-25
- Koensayr BTL-Q5 Stormhammer
- Koensayr BTL-Q3 Longshot
Bryce listened from the bridge of his new ship as reports of the invasion continued to trickle in. As expected the communication from Bothawui had all but ceased as the imperial fleet had moved into the system. Called to action by the warnings of General Vaal they were amassing what little assets they had in the area to aid the Rebellion cell that was in real danger of being wiped out. News of their devastating loses on Scarif was now well known to the other cells through out the galaxy and the Underground had responded to their calls for help.
Bryce had joined the other rogue captains at the rally point, a unnamed nebula some one parsec from Bothawui. As he watched the stars twinkle from the bridge view ports he took note of how much smaller their relief force was compared to reports of the battle fleet the Galactic Empire had been able to muster. It would have to do he though...
No matter what they needed to help, both the rebellion and the poor Bothans of Bothawui...
"Comm, signal the Admiral. On his order we are ready to Jump."
Desmond C'artyom
Space Jockey
Desmond followed the Bothan and Human outside the bar and into the urban cities streets. Gray cloudy skies and the soft pitter patter of rain beat down upon them. The streets filled with water run off from the downpour and the homeless rushed for shelter. Even the day seemed to herald the doom that the Imperial war machine brought to Bothawui.
The trio slipped into a shady alley and Desmond looked behind him to make sure they were not followed, and that his path of escape remained open. Unfortunately as they entered the trash strewn alley Desmond spotted two Rodian’s cut off the way they had come.
“We don't like outsiders coming in here asking questions…” The Bothan growled without looking back. He reached into his coat pocket “Especially Imperials!” The Bothan shouted as he and the human spun round to face the Chiss, shivs drawn.
But, as they peered behind them they discovered Desmond gone. “Where’d he go!?!?” The Bothan’s human compatriot shouted and the pair of Rodians merely shrugged. “He just dissa-” was all that one of the bug eyed creatures managed before his throat split in two. The other Rodian swung wildly where his comrade had been to no avail. His head did a three sixty on his neck and his body slumped to the filthy ground.
The human began to run, but a blade seemingly materialized out of thin air. It sailed towards the man and embedded itself right in his back. The Human made it three more feet before he fell to the ground and died. The Bothan dropped his knife and withdrew a pistol from his coat.
“Look pal! I know how to use this! Just back off!” The Bothan shouted, his voice shaky. Fear plainly showing on his face.
A laugh could be heard near the dumpsters. The bothan fired. Then the laugh was closer. The Bothan fired again. Then the laugh was right behind him. The Bothan felt something sharp dig into his spine. He crumpled to the ground and the clear puddle beneath him began to run red.
“For the Rebellion, for the dre-” He tried to whisper, but cold hands closed around his throat and squeezed tightly. Bone snapped and the Bothan gave out one final breath. As the vision from his eyes grew dim he spotted the blue demon materialize and the last thoughts that ran through his head were How the...
The trio slipped into a shady alley and Desmond looked behind him to make sure they were not followed, and that his path of escape remained open. Unfortunately as they entered the trash strewn alley Desmond spotted two Rodian’s cut off the way they had come.
“We don't like outsiders coming in here asking questions…” The Bothan growled without looking back. He reached into his coat pocket “Especially Imperials!” The Bothan shouted as he and the human spun round to face the Chiss, shivs drawn.
But, as they peered behind them they discovered Desmond gone. “Where’d he go!?!?” The Bothan’s human compatriot shouted and the pair of Rodians merely shrugged. “He just dissa-” was all that one of the bug eyed creatures managed before his throat split in two. The other Rodian swung wildly where his comrade had been to no avail. His head did a three sixty on his neck and his body slumped to the filthy ground.
The human began to run, but a blade seemingly materialized out of thin air. It sailed towards the man and embedded itself right in his back. The Human made it three more feet before he fell to the ground and died. The Bothan dropped his knife and withdrew a pistol from his coat.
“Look pal! I know how to use this! Just back off!” The Bothan shouted, his voice shaky. Fear plainly showing on his face.
A laugh could be heard near the dumpsters. The bothan fired. Then the laugh was closer. The Bothan fired again. Then the laugh was right behind him. The Bothan felt something sharp dig into his spine. He crumpled to the ground and the clear puddle beneath him began to run red.
“For the Rebellion, for the dre-” He tried to whisper, but cold hands closed around his throat and squeezed tightly. Bone snapped and the Bothan gave out one final breath. As the vision from his eyes grew dim he spotted the blue demon materialize and the last thoughts that ran through his head were How the...
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