Repo Men: Agents of Orange (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Serpena)

[Velok the Younger]

And it came to pass that many worlds' treasures were spirited away, and some were known to reside in the isolated hideyhole that was Serpena. And it came to pass that every reason which had held back the Fringe from taking that world did vanish with the collapse of the Galactic Empire and associated neutral zone, and the movers and shakers of the Fringe did say one unto another 'let us go down, for there are ill-gotten treasures there, and we will take of these materials, and firm up our territorial claims in the process, for our borders are tentacular.'

And verily, then spake Rave Merrill. "A kaggath I did win, and all her bling did claim, but the neutral zone did keep me from taking hold of the world that I won. And Circe Savan is dead, so her lands I shall claim, as is my right by every Sithly law. Not that I want the world -- y'all can keep that."

So from Fringe space and outlaw stars did roll forth a great flotilla of the Fringe and of mercenaries, raiders, treasure hunters, there to pillage the one world where Circe Savan had taken everything. The call had been sent forth: for aid today, these fortune's soldiers would amass alchemical and pricey gear in bulk. A massive bounty rested on the artifacts of Malachor and Tund, along with anything that fit the bill. The recruitment of these mercenaries had been last-second to avoid any information leaks.

A dozen cloaked Penumbra interdictors threw their pulse-mass mines across the system now. Ten seconds later, Fringer fleets of staggering might emerged to block the hyperroutes and close in on the world.

PLEASE POST YOUR TARGET
TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
PLEASE POST YOUR TARGET

[member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Manu Xextos"] [member="Jacen Cavill"] [member="Layla"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Celeste Leon"] [member="Logan Valde"] [member="Lord Eclipsion"] [member="Snake"] [member="Soulfire Ticon"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Siara Vorru"] [member="Vivian Octavia"] [member="SB-2B5"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Anaya Fen"] [member="Darth Janus"]

 

[Layla]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
Secondary Target: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE


This was going to be a rather -interesting- situation. The underground word had been going on that a big job would be coming up. Quite big. One rumored that would hold vast treasure for the hefty risk involved.

Considering just how things were going among those who bartered in artifacts and holocrons by trade, this was as good as any reason why Leyla de Barbarac would show.

Her ship, a K-type star yacht dubbed the 'Majnoon', would appear behind the Fringe fleet, with a different transponder code that would switch every couple of seconds. The Fringe fleets firepower would be used to soften the targets, and distract enough for her to hopefully arrive at the Subach transit to get to the planet...

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT

Ashin's portion of the assault force was the Chimaera and eighteen Hood-class cruisers, charitably described as six-hundred-metre sniper rifles. Emerging from hyperspace at various points around Serpena, far outside turbolaser range, just before the interdiction dropped, the vessels were each armed with energy torpedos and Hellbores -- looooooong-range weapons that could cover the entire planetary region if something decided to run. Plus the Chimaera had a crystal gravfield trap for finding cloaked ships...and Ashin was meditating.

 

[Manu Xextos]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
Admiral Manu Xextos had been recruited through his friend and associate [member="Jared Ovmar"]. The prospect of taking a world, or shaking down his crews as they worked together was too rich to ignore. Besides, his fleet however well tended to by the Confederacy was expensive and the Former Jedi Now Admiral stood on the command deck of his Gunray-Class Star Destroyer, a small escort of cruisers and corvettes placed in array around the Brynjar. Sv'yato Fleet would be busy tonight.

"Helm, bring us around point 2-4-oh-oh-3-5. Link Comms. Captain Curran take the Pra'Kara, obliterate the automated defences surrounding the Northern Hemisphere. You have full tactical authority of Battle Group B. Captain Stormgald take the Vi'Nu to the Southern Hemisphere with Battle Group C. Battle Group A, watch for hostiles, shoot down anything which isn't on the List. Weapons locked and loaded." He walked the Command and nodded to his officers, who rushed to complete orders. Flipping his channels to [member="Rave Merrill"], Manu cleared his throat. "Admiral Xextos to Lady Merrill. Sv'yato Fleet primed for deliverance of automated defences. Watch for fire & coordinate with my tac ops. Xextos out." He sat in his Command chair.

"Battle groups A, B, C. Fire at will, light them up!"

Within seconds, streams of yellow-orange light lit up the space around Serpena, blasting at the automated defences with an armada of flash and power.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

As if Jorus Q. Merrill would miss this for the world.

The immense Lucrehulk core ship Absolution, former flagship of the Rebel Alliance, bore scars from Fringe and Confederate and Imperial guns alike. But when it came to the whole issue of handling Serpena, a world Jorus had long picked at like a scab that wouldn't heal, the Absolution was here with squadrons and squadrons of really nasty fighters.

And the YV-929 Gypsymoth.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

T'was a good day to be Ahani Najwa. Not only did she get to spend quality time with her son Manu Xextos, but she got to pillage and raid a planet and he was alright with it! No passive aggressive eyes at dinner, no 'what were you thinking', no rolling eyes. Manu was up there blasting the orbital defences and Ahani had made her way down to the surface in the Sv'yato corvette CSS Indra.

Once in atmosphere, Ahani and [member="Lucianus Adair"] made for a blip on their intel screens. There was treasure afoot! "Adair, look. I can almost feel them from here... I hope I brought enough Sherpas to carry all the stuff." Rocketting out of the ship, she started toward a facility.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
Aboard the Jolly Roger - Privateer Class Frigate

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"Well lads! Here we are," arms would spread wide as a dark blue trenchcoat would part to reveal the glinting silver of a whip at Captain Bourne Cavanagh's hip.

With a cocky grin and swagger, this particular Blazing Chain Pirate Captain was about to have a glorious time. At the expesene of others, of course

"Make way, mates..." a dark glittering hue would shift over his eyes, his palms coming down upon the bridge deck as he gave his first commands.

"Take down those beauties of automated orbital turrets. Saavy?"

In that instant, as soon as they came in range, both heavy turbolasers immediately went blazing to take down it's shields first and foremost, follwoed by the two ion cannons to disable their systems.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Layla"]
That K-type was a gorgeous ship, Jorus noted, as the terminally ugly Gypsymoth zeroed in on a small Subach convoy with disproportionate speed. He danced the YV-929 around mass driver fire, small guns chewing up a cluster missile blast, and dropped assault concussion missiles point-blank. An escort corvette cracked like an egg. Overkill.

Lighter warheads lanced out, taking down a transport's shields. It vomited Tryton cargo containers, and his ion cannons flicked out at them.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
SECONDARY TARGET: IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ASSISTANCE AS REQUIRED

The engines are hot and my supplies are well packed. Bucket is laden down with Santhe weapons and I'm wearing armour weave under my regular get-up of cargo trousers, long sleeved shirt and leather jacket. I'm aboard the Pra'Kara, a Star Destroyer laden with above anything else - one heck of a good medical bay. I watch as our boys and girls hoof to the planet and I hope I'm not needed, hope I can stay up in the ship nice and safe while the others do their jobs.
But, if someone got hurt or needed assistance? I'm there. Or better yet, right now I'm watching as Captain Olivia Curran blasts the shields overwhelmingly away from another orbital defence platform and fires till it's slag.

 

[HK-36]

Well the problem with HK's involvement was that he never actually offered to aid in combat, he did offer to partially arm the mercenaries, however.
And so,

ABOARD THE FRINGE FLAGSHIP
HANGAR

"Whips and hats!"
The droid spoke out,
"Get your whips and hats here!"

The machine stood behind a durasteel stand displaying the coiled weapons and many hats of different shapes and sizes, a metal sign above the stand read "Whips + Hats" it was fairly obvious what the droid wanted to sell.
Whips and hats.

"We have everything for your flogging and head-protective needs!"
HK punctuated the deal he was offering to any mercenaries that would pass by his stand.

Officially, the droid did had a goal,
TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
However, unofficially he was there just to sell some Whips and Hats.

Flanked by his six Honor Guards, 4 Greycloak Droids, 2 Iron Knights, the droid waited in case somebody wanted to stop by, they were in front of a Protectorate Heavy Dropship, should there be little customers, HK would do what he was hired for, provide an aid via special arms team of his Honor Guards, raid the planetary facilities for a bit of sabotage and artifact looting, but for now,
"Whips and hats!"

The Siege Tower and its four Corvette Escorts also took part in the battle, their designated role was to provide anti-starfighter cover for the fleet should there be any counter-attack made by the Subach. The Allied Mercenary Fleet would sure appreciate keeping bombers off of them should those made an appearance on the battlefield.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

[member="Ahani Najwa"]
TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

"As can I, Najwa," he said, his face sporting the lightest of scowls,as they descended on the planet, coming to an admittedly rocky halt and wasting little time heading out towards a facility that had been decided on with little more than a pointed look and an agreeable nod. "Sherpas or not, there is use for some telekinetics and other ingenuity if you did not... 'bring enough'."

The suggestion of this target had been an utter surprise to him, but at the same time not at all surprising. Within a matter of days of adding his strength and intellect to that of the Fringe, the holder of this world had been ousted from the territory he now saw as his own. He had heard tales, of variable degrees of... he did not know what to think, save for if he ever met this woman, he would not be speaking much with his mouth.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
Secoundry :Land himself and his transport on the planet with out scuffing his shoes

Lucien was sat in a fine leather chair on the observation deck of a fringe frigate. He had a recover in his left hand and a wine glass in his right and a servant was shining his shoes it would be distastful to size multiple factories in dulled shoes. There was also the small matter that such actions relaxed Lucien and a relaxed Lucien was an efficient one.

Lucien made a contented sigh and pushed up from his slouched position, driving his foot into his servant thigh. Lucien doubted the servant cared after all they weren't paid to have feelings. He looked over the planet formerly the property of Circe Savan. It was a planet with its uses he supposed. "Coordinate with the other ships and get those defences down I want to be on the surface yesterday ... It is my duty to liberate these factories and restore them to efficient money making machines for the fringe" Lucien ordered down the receiver before turning to his cup bearer " have the communications officer establish contact with the economic minister"

 

[Layla]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
Secondary Target: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

While the K-type would never be the sort to match the firepower of Gypsymoth, it would do what it could. Four heavy laser canons would go in the wake of the heavier armed ships to blast at the stragglers.

That convoy the Gypsymoth turned into space debris speckled across her hull, but nothing too crazy. A shudder would go through her ship.

Needless to say, it had been a while since she personally engaged in a starship fight.

This would get interesting.

One of the escorts of the convoy attempted to get back at the Gypsy, only to find a volley of Layla's heavy laster canon fire streaking across it's starboard side.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID

Capture, transport, collect holocrons. None of it appealed to Mia. She was piratically a walking holocron so she had no desire for whatever knowledge there was that she didn't already have. Transport was for droids, and she preferred to kill rather than capture. Destroy? Raid? These were words that caught her attention, and she had plenty of unspent anger to help with such things. Boarding was always helped by stealth, and she had the best stealth ship in the galaxy for that.

Liberty's Veil slid silently between the rest of the fleet.

 

[Manu Xextos]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
"[member="Bourne Cavanagh"] [member="Jorus Merrill"], I'm launching gunships to assist your ships on their mission. Two Ventress Class Light Cruisers each are zeroing in on your locations. Command them as you will, their Captains are informed. Xextos out." The four Light Cruisers broke off from the reserve battle group to join the two headliners in their missions.

Manu watched as the automatic defences began to open fire on the ships, the planet's atmosphere was going to cook if they kept this fire up for more than a few hours. The place would get poached like an egg in Mustafar which Manu wouldn't mind if his mother and associates weren't down there stealing things and taking stuff.

"Keep a weather eye for engagement. Move in a sweep following longitudinal lines."

He projected outward to [member="Ashin Varanin"], 'Anything yet, Grand Admiral?'

 

[Velok the Younger]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
The Lethewalker, faster than thought and packing forward guns to make a heavy cruiser blanch, ripped through Serpena's defenses and into atmo like a lightsabre through marshmallow.

The Subach factories had defenses, in the past-tense sense, right up until the Vulcan and five deck cannons opened fire. Ion blasts, mass driver slugs, and hypervelocity shrapnel wiped two defensive emplacements off the map on the first pass. The Lethewalker came around for another.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

Dropships are scary things to be inside of, you know. A platoon full of soldiers in full armor, sweaty and terrified, listening to comm chatter and feeling the shuddering of the ship under AA fire. It's like being trapped inside a tin can that some giant is shakin' around and all the while not knowin' if you are gonna be vaporized by turbolaser fire in the next heartbeat. If that doesn't scare you, then you're probably brain dead.

The hangar bay of the Pyrrhus-dropship I was on was not so different than countless other dropships I'd seen. Still scared me. I had to remind myself to breath evenly. Suited up in black and grey Terentatek-class Commando Armor, I shouldn't have been afraid of much. I mean, phrik can withstand turbolaser fire, right? Yeah, the suit might be able to, but it'd leave one insta-fried Dak. No joy, man.

With a BlasTech Hyperion slung around my back and carrying one of Czerka's new line ARs, I was acting in a heavy support role. Any trouble with enemy armor or gunships and I'd be all over it. Technically I was paramilitary now, contracted out for the job. I preferred it. Didn't have to take orders to do things like kill Jedi anymore. But raid some factories of a megalomaniac with a martyr-complex and a host of other psychological issues? Sure.

The Pyrrhus bay door opened and the platoon filed out, hastily securing a landing zone just outside Factory 17, a small aircraft production line. A shriek hissed through the air and I glanced up. Ion cannon fire from one of our orbiting Wasp-Bs was still coming down. Twenty ion cannons. One target. We'd read the intel on the CIS' op against Subach-Innes. We weren't going to repeat mistakes here.

After we radioed in to cut orbital ion bombardment, the platoon rolled in to the factory. Every freakin' electronical device in the place had kicked the bucket. No chain-reaction booby trapping here.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Mia Monroe"]

Stygium-cloaked, gravitically modulated, thrust-trace-damped, the Liberty's Veil passed unnoticed as it approached the orbital complex. Ancient beings had jammed various old stations together into a makeshift shipyard of sorts. The stealthed, unarmed vessel slipped into one of many nooks and crannies.

The Bard was all business, because being anything other than all business would kill him right now. But if this was what Mia needed, this was what Mia got. Sonic servodriver in hand, he moved to the docking hatch.

"Shall we?"

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

TARGET: ANY HOLOCRONS OR FORCE ARTIFACTS -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

Ahani gave the man a grin, holding her hand out as she ran. The blast doors of the facility began to twitch and a creaking cacophony of sound struck the air with metallic wails. "Telekinesis you say?" Clenching her fist, the Sith Lord yanked her arm back and the doors of the building clattered away in twisted tendrils of metal and wreckage.

"I think I can oblige. Race you!" With a laugh she sped along, bursting into the place and taking a swing of her sword at the first of the two guards she saw. Their pieces in twain, she spun and dove behind a barricade as droids opened fire. Hey, she had to give the man something to do.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY
Aboard the Jolly Roger - Privateer Class Frigate
Allies: [member="Anders Sivas"] @Manu Xextos

[ Bourne Cavanagh Jorus Merrill, I'm launching gunships to assist your ships on their mission. Two Ventress Class Light Cruisers each are zeroing in on your locations. Command them as you will, their Captains are informed. Xextos out. ]


"Well ain't that a nifty little bit of information, eh boys?" the crooked grin across the scruffy face would be a testimony of his growing pleasure.

"Mates, we got ourselves a party." within minutes Bourne made the call to the two Ventress Class Light Cruisers captain's.

"Zero in on that orbital defense platform. Don't be gentle, gents. We're going in dry." a sadistic flash went streaking across his face as the Ventress Class Cruisers and the Jolly Roger did just that.