Rebellion in Flames; Imperial Dominion of the Bothawui Hex

[Graf's Archive Account]

[member="Kayrce"] XVI

Something didn't seem right in the eyes of DT-5981; earlier his squad's tracker had only counter around 30 odd rebels in the treeline, and the man was certain that he had killed at least fifteen, multiply that by tenfold for the other members of his squad. Come to think of it, the Rebels sure made it quickly to Inferno's crash sight. The only possible conclusion was that there was an outpost nearby, as that would explain the arrival of three squadrons worth of A-Wings.

5981 once again raised his wrist comms; "This is Death Squad Zeta, requesting Conqueror alignment for removal of enemy asset, over." He began, turning to face the tracker again "Go get on a hill, see if you can see anything." He ordered, watching the man nod before running through the blazing inferno of fighter hell. 5981 brought his sniper up and took another shot during the silence, blowing through the reactor of a ship and making it explode on the spot.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{10}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Find Kixx
Fighter: Bloody Mary

It had been several minutes since the squad had tried to hail their final member, yet it seemed he was either out of contact or damaged his comm unit. The squadron had tore away from the planet and made their way up into space, searching for Kixx. Sadly, the squadron had found him.

As they left the planet's atmosphere there were the signs of wreckage scattered over the area, the transponder read from the pieces were the same that came from Kixx's fighter. There was a silence over the comm line as Dominic leaned forward, resting his head on the control panel. "Damn it." He said, realization coming to him all too soon. It seemed that when Kixx moved up towards space his pursuer had gotten the best of him, and destroyed him.

After a few moments Dominic keyed in his comm unit to his command line. "Command, this is Wraith Squadron. We're a man down, Flight Officer Marzun Koruun, call sign Kixx, indication Wraith three." He said.

A few moments passed before the superior officer patched back down to the squadron. "Confirmed Wraith Squadron, proceed with mission."

Proceed with mission, the orders they all knew they would receive.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

XVII

"Death Squad Zeta, acknowledged. Conqueror will be in position in E-seven minutes, over."

Came an unknown voice that would broadcast into DT-5981's helmet. Over Bothawui, another Conqueror-class Star Destroyer would light up its ion drives and begin moving towards the transmitted position. But there was an obstacle in the way of completing their mission; A rebel cruiser stood in their path, MC-80 wingless variant by the looks of it. "Prepare for broadside!" The captain of the destroyer would yell to the bridge crew.

Imperial gunners rushed to charge the main turbolaser batteries and load the small amount of powerful deck flak cannons. "Hold fire for maximum effect!" Several gunnery officers barked to the line of turbolaser batteries that ran down the starboard side of the ship. They would come steadily closer until their moment of truth came.

"OPEN FIRE!"

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

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“Did he just call Conqueror support Ma’am?” Beric’s voice came through her helmet on one of the secure channels. His words clearly worried at the apparent request of the Deathtrooper, after all they had already face one Conqueror shot today, they didn’t want to stretch their luck.

“That shuttle really needs to hurry up.” They had started to take a more defensive position now rather then the moving offensive they had been keeping up. A large open area nearby would be perfect for extraction and Kayrce marked it with one of the laser designators attached to her rifle. “Copy the Conqueror Alignment, full area asset removal confirmed.” She added to the radio calls, hoping that if she added her opinion it may hurry the shuttle at least.

The sound on the air was that of TIE engines again, however this time a single fighter came passed with smoke trailing from it’s rear ION engine before exploding spectacularly in mid-air, Inferno’s air support communication having now gone all dark.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XVIII

"Chit!"

The last of the Imperial's air support had gone up in a blaze of glory, proper for a pilot of Inferno Squadron. "No air support means these rebels are going to be diving for us exclusively." DT-5981 reminded, turning to watch DT-4599 launch off a missile that zoomed for another A-Wing; once again blowing up the enemy fighter. It was complete and utter chaos, but this environment was where special forces units like Inferno Squadron and Death Trooper Command excelled in.

Half of Death Squad Zeta was dedicated towards fending off rebels on the ground, while the other half had their DLT-19x's sticking up in the air; pulling off fantastical shots that would make an Imperial scout trooper blush. Another successful shot, and DT-5981 felt metal hit the back of his armor; a grenade. Acting quickly, he tossed it smartly back to the source and watched with satisfaction as rebels once again went flying.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

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“Shuttle is three minutes away, assure that landing zone is clear.” The call came from the Ravager and moved direct to Kayrce’s earpiece. It made her look around and realise that in no shape or form was the landing zone clear.

“Concentrate fire, prepare for hot extraction.” She said across the Imperial channels as she dropped her rifle, the energy packs seemingly spent and removed the sidearm on her thigh. “Get those A-Wings out of the air.” She watched in awe as Reaper Squad made the rebel air support second guess their assignments. “Need to get a couple of these guys assigned to Inferno.”

“I heard that Ma’am.” Beric snorted. “Considering we are the only two remaining we could use some reinforcements.” The fact hit Kayrce hard, harder then she had expected.

Only Two Left.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

XIX

The space between the two starships lit up with a mixture of green and red turbolaser fire as well as blue ion cannon blasts. The awesome firepower of the Conqeuror-class Star Destroyer almost immediately brought down the unprepared shields of the MC-80 star cruiser, leaving the hull of the cruiser to spontaneously combust in explosions of fire. They were not broadsiding the rebels, they were absolutely shredding both their ship and their spirit.

Passing by, the rebel ship would erupt as its hypermatter reactor became unstable, vaporizing the entire ship and all of the crewmen on board. "E-two minutes till in position; Reaper Regiment stand-by for coordinates." The voice would once again transmit to the squad of death troopers.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

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Captain Aidross stood at the bridge of the Ravager taking in the space battle that he had come around the dark side of the planet to witness. Beneath them somewhere was Inferno team and Reaper Unit currently bogged down and awaiting pick up from the shuttle that he had dispatched with all haste.


“Sir they have summoned Conqueror level support.” One of his aides mentioned at his side, a worried tone in his voice as much as an Imperial Officer could show at least. “On their position by all intents.”

“Do we have communication with that Conqueror.” He asked with a hand rubbing against his chin.

“Negative sir. I believe they have already primed the weapon and have it aimed at the position.” The aide was cycling through a part of information on his datapad. “We’re going to be cutting it close with the pickup sir.”

“Chances of success?”

“Low sir, but this is Inferno sir.”

“Indeed. Prepare the Ravager for atmosphere pickup of the shuttle. I want Inferno and Reaper aboard in the next five minutes.” Aidross ordered and the scene shifted as the ship accelerated to head for intercept of the shuttle.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

XX

It was sudden.

That was all that the death trooper knew.

Fending off wave after wave of Rebel soldiers, the squad leader had by chance turned to see one of them aiming their sniper rifle straight at Commander [member="Kayrce"]. The trajectory of the blaster bolt was already in his head before it even left the barrel of the rifle, speeding towards the woman. He acted quickly, he acted inhumanely; and he pushed the Commander out of the way just in time to feel the bolt hit him square in the chest.

It felt like the rebel had specifically chosen armor-piercing rounds, very smart on their part. His eyes flailing about wildly as the sight of the treeline changed to that of the sky, keeling over backwards from both the impact and his natural instinct.

 

[NT-6922]

As soon as her platoon and their reinforcements had been deployed onto the supposed location of the Rebel location, she started to bark orders at the rest of her troops.
"Alpha, handle the roof, secure our extraction. Kilo, you start planting the charges, and Sierra, you're with me, we're clearing the hole!"
With that, she grabbed the shotgun one of her sergeant handed to her and pumped it, about to lead the last charge. However, someone approached her, which prompted her to turn toward this last-minute annoyance, already preparing herself to shout at the private to fall back in line - only to realize she was faced with someone completely different.

"I am Lieutenant NT-6922. I didn't expect the Inquisition to show themselves here", she let out with a huff, not even bothering to hide her contempt for the organisation, before waving her shotgun in the direction of the entrance of the supposed HQ. "But I'd welcome the extra firepower. You see, I can't take too much forces with me. The bigger the force, the easier it'll be to take us out."
And with that, she turned to her squad and nodded to them. They blasted a portion of the ceiling off, and jumped into the hole one by one. Once the last soldier was done, she too hopped down, catching herself in a controlled fall.

"Report!" she called to the rest of the soldiers.
"Sierra One, reporting."
"Sierra Two, present."
"Sierra Three, ready."
"Sierra Four, locked and loaded."
"Sierra Five, loaded."
"Sierra Six, reporting."

Seeing that they were all present, she nodded and pressed the side of her helmet, activating the nightvision mode. Turning to the Inquisitor, she realized that she'd have to stumble in the dark. "Squad, activate your NV calibration." They were all specialists and tough veterans she had handpicked during the flight there; most of them carried shotguns, flamethrowers, grenades and other close quarter ordnance. They kept walking in the dark for several minutes, everything quiet except for the soft sound of their boots hitting the floor with each step.

The only lighting in the place were the flashing red alerts, several Bothans still collapsed against chairs and screens hastily installed there, killed during the bombardment. "At least we know we're in the right place", said the Lieutenant somberly. She was about to turn and speak to Alema, when Sierra One let out a cry and fell backward. Instantly, she raised her shotgun in the direction where the flash came from, firing three rounds from the automatic shotgun.

"We've been engaged!" she called out as the hallway was soon filled with the sound of blaster and ballistic fire. Rolling to take cover behind a wasted desk, she turned to the inquisitor with concern. "Get some concern Valla, you're running a greater risk than us if you take a hit!"
Meanwhile, Sierra Three was busy trying to stabilize his partner, Sierra One groaning and wriggling in pain; the Bothans were using armor-piercing rounds. What it'd do to the Inquisitor, she preferred not to imagine.

[member="Alema Valla"]

 

[Enara]

{2}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Rebel HQ on Bothawui

Allies: Imperials, @ NT-6922

Alema felt the woman’s annoyance at her interruption through the Force before she had even turned around, she hurried to explain herself but that only replaced the annoyance with disdain- a distaste so palatable that she didn’t need the Force to reveal it to her. This woman clearly disliked either her or what she represented. On the one hand, she didn’t know what she could have done to so quickly earn the woman’s ire, on the other, she wasn’t exactly certain why one branch of the Imperial military would carry any displeasure towards another. They all wanted the same things after all. Her cheeks flushed a deep blue, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion causing the blush.

"As far as I know, I’m the only one here,” she said to confirm the woman’s intentions. “I’m not much of a pilot, figured I could be of more use here on the ground.” She nodded when the woman referred to additional firepower and then a second time at her explanation of her strategy- she wouldn’t have realized it on her own, but it stood to reason that the larger the party going in to the isolated corridors of the subterranean base the easier it would be to pick them off. “Your strategy is wise,” she said, her tone somber, “too many good troopers have laid down their lives for the Empire this day, let us avoid any more sacrifices.” She was given a brief moment to consider her position as they prepared to breach the roof of the underground base and added before the trooper jumped down into the hole, “You’re clearly experienced, I’ll follow your lead.”

With that she too entered the base. She dove, headfirst down the whole, transitioning with supernatural grace into a roll as she hit the floor, rising almost immediately to her feet from the momentum of the move. She was impressed with the relentless Imperial efficiency demonstrated by the troopers, no sooner had they landed that they were all reporting in, relying on their unit name and personnel number to do so. For a brief moment, she was conflicted as to whether or not she should say anything at all- it was possible her silence could cause confusion, and it was also possible that any statement could cause offense, in the end she decided it was better to be safe than polite. “I’m alright,” she added quietly, suddenly very aware that she was the odd one out of a clear team dynamic.

In the dark it was difficult to see precisely what was going on around her, she could hear the troopers moving around them and could vaguely sense their presence near her through the force. The leader, 6922 instructed them to activate the night vision components inherent in their gear to enable them to see, unfortunately, she had no such equipment. She had been told by her master that it was possible for a Force user to rely on the Force rather than their eyes to see, it was something she had some experience in, but she was far from proficient. While it allowed her to vaguely sense where her allies were, she could not see very far in the distance. Of course, she could always simply produce her own light source, but that would foil the stealthy intentions of the troopers. She was here to supplement them, not get in their way. Instead, she just brought up the rear, relying on the Force and the occasional blinking red alert indicators along the wall, apparently triggered by the bombardment. “So many people dead…” her voice trailed off. It reminded her of the surface. She tried to push the sights out of her mind and return her attention to the matter at hand.

“Wait…” she said quietly, more to herself than anyone else. There was something tugging on her senses, she furrowed her brow and suddenly it hit here, “incoming,” she yelled, realizing what the Force was telling her just as Sierra One, simultaneously, cried out. Through the darkness, she could only barely make out the movements of the rest of the troopers and saw Sierra One fall backwards. Instinctively, she reached out with the Force and gave the downed trooper a yank, pulling him back and around a control panel to provide him some cover. Hopefully he hadn’t been hit, unfortunately, she didn’t have the opportunity to ensure he alright as she had to take cover behind the same desk as 6922. She took a deep breath, centering herself before she considered what the officer was saying to her. She nodded and was about to voice her consent when she heard Sierra One moaning over behind the control panel where she had put him. She steeled herself and shook her head before turning back to the trooper. “I’ll distract them, exploit the advantage,” she said before adding, “did you bring a medic? I think Sierra One needs one.”

Without anything more she lunged to the side, and back into the open. She’d never been especially skilled in blocking projectiles, but hopefully the troopers with her would ensure that she didn’t have to for very long. With resolve, she ignited the azure blade of light from her hilt. Suddenly, the space around her was filled with sapphire light, radiating from her weapon. She heard the Bothans gasp, clearly shocked by the sudden appearance of a Force user. They began to fire at her and she moved, guided by the Force with superhuman speed, she moved to intercept the ballistics with her saber, they were instantly evaporated upon contact. Now with the ability to see further by the light of the saber, she could make out the rebels down the corridor. With a flick of her wrist she pushed the barrel of their weapons away from herself and the troopers and towards each other, giving herself a moment’s respite and enabling herself to move forward- her hope was that the proximity of the vanquishing blade would keep the enemies’ attention long enough for the troopers to finish off the resistance and, almost as importantly, get help to the injured trooper who had alerted them to the ambush.

@ NT-6922​

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

It had happened in an instant.

The Deathtrooper, surprisingly strong had come behind her and thrown her to the ground mere seconds before he himself had hit the deck. The echo of the shot ran across her ears and the surrounding area like a mere after thought to the impact against his chest and somewhere a Rebel had a sick feeling of satisfaction.

That satisfaction would be short lived. Trained soldiers could follow a shot and Kayrce had been shot at enough to know where it had come from, the same area that she was about to set alight with blaster fire. Her finger held her trigger until the blaster rejected it overheating and putting itself into ventilation. One dead rebel and a partner avenged.

Overhead the dark shape of the TIE-Stalker had appeared, lowering itself with a series of blaster fire erupting from it’s rear door that was open, several white clad stormtroopers laying down what covering fire they could.
“Everyone fall back.” Kayrce shouted, grabbing the downed trooper under his arm and with the assistance of Beric pulling his heavy form across the ground and into the shuttle. Each of the Deathtroopers came next one after the other until the entire group was inside the safe confines of the stalker. “Go, get us out of here.”

Gravity took effect and the entire team would have felt the pull of the Stalker pushing against the G-Forces as the sound of blaster fire hitting the hull continued. There was a moment there, a sudden quietness when the whole shuttle gave a collective deep breath.

“TIE-stalker Ailon. You are to dock with the Ravager immediately. Reaper and Inferno. Prepare for debrief.” It came across the radio and from the front of the shuttle the Raider class corvette could be seen within atmosphere preparing for a run and load.

“Inferno One to Ravager Command. Copy that.”

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

"Sir, we're in position."

"Target the Rebel outpost, single reactor ignition."

"Yessir."

The Imperial lieutenant nodded in acknowledgement towards the captain, walking away to the gunnery station in the crew pits. The main viewscreen situated near them would switch to a magnified view of a Rebel outpost, a blemish on the now-Imperial world of Bothawui, a targeting reticule moving till it was precisely over the enemy base.

"Distance to target."

"Four-Eight-Five decimal Nine-One kilometers."

"Account for gravitational disturbances."

"Accounted for."

"Fire."

"Commence Primary Ignition."​

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[ToKola Bakari]

{11}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Return to Bothawui Rebel HQ, steer clear of support fire
Fighter: Bloody Mary

Dominic and his team breached the planet's atmosphere once again, as they entered the Lieutenant glanced over his fuel monitors, still a good bit of fuel left, if things continued as they would the squad would not have to stop for a refit this mission. Which was good, most squadrons that refitted didn't get a chance to see the end of the battle. As Dominic saw the Bothan Rebel's Headquarters in the distance he chimed over the comm channel once again.

"No more casualties Wraith, none." Though he was not met with a confirmation he noticed all of the ships in his team turned their indicator lights on, to show they heard the order. Just as they were prepared to move into the capitol's airspace Dominic saw a light flash in the clouds above them, he arched a brow before realization dawned on him. "Support fire, support fire, do not enter airspace!" He ordered, bringing his fighter's control stick to the left, forcing his predator to veer away from the Rebels.

The group of Star fighters moved into an encirclement pattern, staying clear of the Rebel base, where the blasts were sure to impact.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

XXII

The voice would come over all Imperial comm frequencies on the planet of Bothawui.

"This is Imperial High Command. We have broken the enemy, we have shown them that they cannot stand up to the might of the Empire! But victory is not here yet! The headquarters of the Rebellion, the force that has killed thousands of your brothers, remains standing in the capitol center! Raze the city and leave no survivors!"

The end of this statement would be marked by the voice cutting out of the comms, but that was not the only thing that High Command had planned. Shadows would begin to cover the cities of Bothawui, dagger-shaped shadows, as dozens of Imperator and Victory-class Star Destroyers descended into the atmosphere of the planet, hovering over the gatherings of the population.

If they would not surrender, they would be subjugated.

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[ToKola Bakari]

{12}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Reinforce Imperial Subjugation of the planet
Fighter: Bloody Mary

Dominic watched as Imperial Cruisers broke through the planet's atmosphere, moving over the world to bring it into the hand of the Empire. A smile came to the man's face before a voice called over the comm channel.

"Lieutenant Crowley. Several Rebel ships are attempting to flee the system, your squadron is to shoot down any ships who even think about escaping. Military, or otherwise." The Command officer ordered.

"Yes sir." He said, keying in his comm unit to his team.

"You heard our orders, open all scanners and keep an eye for any ships attempting to leave Bothawui, we'll give them one chance to surrender, after that blow them to pieces." He ordered, bringing his monitor in front of his face so he could better see it.

Why don't these people just surrender, we're here to help them. He mused, exhaling softly when several small blips came over his screen.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

XXIII

The Rebels had finally realized that they had lost, but they were not just going to surrender to the supposed 'tyranny' of the Galactic Empire; not without one final effort.

Their Rebellion was in flames, but they still believed that they had hope left. They believed that they could escape, escape to another star system and spark another insurgency through a misguided population by blaming their own actions on the Empire. No, their ships would be destroyed there and then, the Empire would lose nothing but time, they on the other hand would die.

Even still a small fleet of ships, two Nebulon-B frigates, seven rebel transports, and a few dozen X-Wings, would leave the planet before the Empire completed their blockade.

They had to be stopped.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{13}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Reinforce Imperial Subjugation of the planet
Fighter: Bloody Mary

"This is Captain Corrik, All Team and Squadron Leaders of Domino Group, reform in the planetary atmosphere we must stop the Rebel ships attempting to leave the system! Now!" A voice commanded over the comm channel. Dominic smiled, before looking to the series of indication lights from his squad.

"This is Phantom Squadron's team one. We're moving to the atmosphere now!" He said, bringing his TIE fighter up towards the skies and back into the planet's upper atmosphere. As his team made their way back into space he could hear several other Squadron team's reporting in to the check, it seemed someone had stirred up the bee's nest and were about to pay the price.

The Starfighter's found themselves in the open space above Bothawui, joined by the other pilot's who had been deployed to the planet's surface. After all of the group had checked in and were prepared they formed up into a mass of four large arrows, Phantom squadron was the last four fighters in the farthest arrow from their objective, with Dominic riding it's peak. "Let's blast some Rebels." He said, as the Starfighter group moved closer to the Rebel fleet.

 

[Imperial Storyteller]

XXIV

While the elite TIE pilots of the Imperial Starfighter Corps quickly moved to engage the enemy and prevent them from escaping, two Imperial Star Destroyers broke away from the blockade that they were forming and began barreling towards the small fleet of rebel ships, followed by a single Immobilizer 418 interdiction cruiser, all three of these ships intent on intercepting the insurrectionists before they left the gravity well of Bothawui and were clear to make the jump to hyperspace.

Launching their own wings of TIE/LN Starfighters and TIE/IN Interceptors; the capital ships began to fire their turbolaser and ion cannon batteries at the Nebulon-B frigates and the nigh-unarmed transport vessels while the Immobilizer would project an interdiction field, lazily trailing along with its larger cousins.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{14}
Location: Bothawui
Objective: Destroy the Rebel Scum
Fighter: Bloody Mary

As Dominic and his Group advanced on the Rebel fleet it was already apparent their deaths were all but assured. With the might of the Imperial Navy crashing down on them they had no chance, and now with the sons and daughters of the Imperial Starfighter Corp here, they could not even hope to return to their planet. No, they would die. They would all die.

"All Squadron's prepare for combat!" The command was called over the comm channel, echoed to each and every fighter as the X-wing escorts bent their flight path to intercept the oncoming Fighter Group. They were outnumbered, outclassed, and outgunned, they were dead men.

The two Groups sped for each other, rapidly and with no pause. As the X-wings foils came into a combat position Dominic's grip tightened on his controls, a smile coming to his face. "Lucky, with me. Swing wide, don't get caught in the fray." He ordered.

"Yes, sir." She responded, not taking time for idle chatter.

The two groups grew closer and closer until finally they passed by each other, blasters fired wide open hoping to rip each other apart. Dominic and his squadron survived the initial clash, his ship and his counter-parts doing just as he said, swinging wide after the conflict, now they were on the hunt.