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

[Ashin Varanin]

TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT
[member="Manu Xextos"]

Nothing. Telepathy was an inexact art, and Ashin far from its most competent practitioner. Her sense of his name was half inappropriate and half toast.

Hold that thought. Small convoy making a break for it.

From any given angle, about thirteen Hoods could zero in on anything leaving the planet. Hellbore cannons opened fire, shredding shields with near-lightspeed shots at ten times the distance from the planet to its moon. The Chimaera's energy torpedos joined in.

 

[Aedan Miles]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT OBJECTIVE: DESTROY!

Spoiler

1x Phoenix-class SD, 3x Widow-class Corvettes, 4x Façade-class pocket carrier, 5x Dire-class patrol ships, 1x Haran’uliik-class light frigate, 1x SV 303 Aurora-class Frigate, 1x Defender-class corvette, 2x Acturus Imperial Gunboats.

Aedan Miles came out of hyperspace in the Gaan be Kyr’am borrowing the Phoenix-class Destroyer from his clan mate Marrik so that he could make use of it in this mission the young man calmly sat there as for a moment the only ship in his small fleet was his ship and then suddenly the 17 other ships appeared around and behind the destroyer. Most of them where rather small but they all packed a punch as they started creeping forward floods of various fighters flooded out of the hangars of his ships and formed a defensive screen. The young man let a dark smirk cross his lips as he shrugged seeing the fancy maneuvers of the other fleets he merely pointed forward and stated a single command. “All ships forward fire on targets once in range.” With a powerful surge his ships started to push forwards and their IFF codes started to spring out as private codes. Without bothering to hail anyone the young mans ships crept into range and spread out around the Gaan be Kyr’am firing mercilessly on one of the targets watching as the fighters moved to collect themselves in formations and the various bombers streamed towards other defensive devices. Aedan was bored already it appeared that they would be faced by mere automated defenses how boring. He watched the holo table before his command chair watching as various ships took damage noting that one of his Dire-class was without shields he gestured and seconds later the order was transmitted and the ship started to rotate to the back of the armada to restore its shields.

Sighing the young man rested his head in his palm and watched waiting for what he knew would come eventually hopefully Circe would be foolish enough to come herself and bring with her ships that he could steal and make use of. Drumming his fingers absently Aedan waited for the likely hail from various forces most of them requesting the man’s identification and association. He didn’t care if anyone through a fit with him being here he was here for one thing to sate this hunger for destruction he had felt growing. For now he would wait and watch as his ships started to chew their way through the orbital defenses. Seeing one of the defenses fall the young man let out a wild laugh that the bridge crew would recognize he was bored and this destruction was amusing to him.
[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Marselia Urstalis]

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

Wherever [member="Anders Sivas"] went, invariably, Marselia Urstalis was not far behind. She had been learning a bit about medicine, both Force-aided and not. It was strange to be aboard a ship and not suited up to hop in a fighter and shoot the feth out of things, but after everything as of late, it was nice to... do something a little more low-key. Like wait and see if anyone got hurt.

Low-key, my ass.

It was obvious that she needed to get better at seeing injuries and handling them without being affect to the extent that she had been. She watched with Anders as people shipped out, as the hubbub rose to almost wild levels. There was a frenzy over this world, and she honestly felt a little in the dark as to why.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
[member="Manu Xextos"]' gunships were much appreciated, and Jorus tossed a few words his way, but he was too busy dodging Subach's trademark cluster missiles and mass drivers.

[member="Layla"]'s heavy laser cannons got similar appreciation as the much smaller and much more heavily armed Gypsymoth danced around, using the K-type's shields and hull for cover. Tank and striker.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

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


The Bard and Monroe were not the only ones who would lock into this bit. The Shadow Phoenix with full sensor mask and sensor decoys would also be moving into position to board the Shipyard Complex.

She too would slip the small firespray into one of the many nooks and crannies so as she could board. It was black out for now, but she would likely meet up with the duo in time.

For now, she gave a flip of her own server driver.

It was time to earn her keep.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

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

On the Lethewalker,
[member="Rave Merrill"]


Verily, Moira Skaldi of Mechanus had heeded the call to arms, for it was the prospect of the murder of sentients and the acquisition of treasures that beckoned her. Her heart would have been burning with joy at this most noble venture of life termination and pillage, if it were not already a burning furnace. Thus it was with mechanical impassivity as she watched the mighty guns of the Lethewalker deliver a blaze of fury upon those insolent enough to intrude upon it, smiting them much like a wrathful god. Lo and behold there were explosions, in a blink of an eye lives were extinguished as orange clouds blossomed in space, heralding the destruction of life. Blue orbs observed impassively as this came to pass. For thus it was written. With her was a contingent of human replica droids, Necrons, organics who had been ascended to the machine state, all created with murder in mind.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Bard of the Hyperlanes"]

The sound of a vornskr shot gun snapping together after being loaded was Mia's response, pulling a grenade from her belt she pulled the pin with her teeth and nodded to him. The hatch doors slid open, and Mia's grenade skittered down the shipyards hallway, scattering personnel and security alike.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Moira Skaldi"]
TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

The Lethewalker switched to ion cannons only on the third pass, and ion beams slashed down at the factories themselves. Pressure monitors and cooling systems failed, and steam and caustic vapors began to rise from the factories. The ship slowed to a halt, and from it fell a figure in heavy powered armor. Some solutions required the personal touch.

 

[Deagan Hunt]

TARGET: ANY EVACUATION CRAFT -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
Aboard the Valkryie

Deagan Hunt had to earn his keep one way or another without the crew of the Helm being involved. One smuggler to the next, this was as good of a job as any.
Well, they did say capture any evacuation craft... sooo... When [member="Ashin Varanin"] 's Chimaera's energy torpedos joined in the fray, he figured he might as well do the same.
A job was a job, and from what he'd heard, ain't no skin off his back.
Valkryie's own energy weapons joined in.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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

Somehow, somewhere, someone tipped somebody off that something was going down in someplace called Serpena. Sometimes even the Lord of Guile could not turn a blind eye to such things. So it was that high above orbit, some ship, a sith infiltrator came out of hyperspace. A rumor would have it, some holocrons had been moved across the galaxy from Malachor V. Kentarch's plan was simple, slip in and grab the holocrons, and then get out. He took his small star ship and set a course for the surface of the planet.

Thanks to all the commotion, Kentarch was able slip to the surface unnoticed. Coming down into a thick jungle, the Sith Lord reach out with the force. He sense the dark power of the ancient devices ahead of him. As the ship landed, Kentarch exited out the back and quickly used a force cloak trick to bend light around him. Effectively hiding him from sight.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Skye Mertaal"]
He ducked back as the grenade went off, and in the ensuing noise he moved ahead, sonic servodriver up and ready, a dataspike in his off hand. This station was built to be his combat zone.

Flanking attempt? Data spike to the intersection of a Columi construct and a Corellian module. Door hissed shut, stopped the fire. Ambush through an irising hatch? Sonic shattered a pipe, vapor drove them back. Full-on assault? Sidestep into cover, slice a keypad, turn droids against themselves.

Victory without weapons.

 

[Layla]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
[member="Jorus Merrill"]

They were doing well, working well together.

A thought would cross Layla's mind that Jorus certainly had proper skill. There was no other ship like the Gypsymoth, and frankly -- well, perhaps that thought was for another time.

The distance between the K-Type and that of the Transit was closing in, with more of it's defenses coming at them.

Pew pew pew!

Yes, her turbo lasers pewed at another ship coming at them.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Jamming now began in earnest, of all frequencies that were not specifically predetermined for use by the collective raiding party. The Fringe had ewar ships of a certain quality. Jamming was hardly first priority, but incoming and outgoing transmissions would cover things like, say, remote detonation.

Why the delay? Emphasis.

 

[Siara Vorru]

[SIZE=10pt]TARGET: ORBITAL SHIPYARD COMPLEX -- OBJECTIVE: BOARD AND RAID[/SIZE]

Exiting from hyperspace behind the fleet of fringe ships that were taking ahold of the system Siara’s Cyhraeth class light freighter dropped in. On board a squad of Moross Crusade soldiers in full armor, she had borrowed them for this last minute mission to assist their allies. They were all absolutely loyal to their gods thus why these particular soldiers were selected, they served the Gods of Moross unquestioningly but they had proven themselves compliant enough to her wishes.

Piloting the small freighter in behind the fleet she would wait for the fleet to engage the automated defenses before bringing the small freighter into range of the orbital shipyard. She had little doubt this shipyard held many riches and rewards and they would be hers by the end of the day.

 

[Bourne Cavanagh]

TARGET: AUTOMATED DEFENSES IN ORBIT -- OBJECTIVE: DESTROY

Aboard the Jolly Roger - Privateer Class Frigate


BOOM goes the first orbital defense platform!

It was enough to prompt a rather satisfied grin over the Blazing Chain Pirate's face. "Set course for the one portside!" came his order, while a flurry of activity went across the bridge as the command was relayed to the two other ships.
Within seconds, the new target was locked on.

"Fire!"

 

[Lucianus Adair]

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

Unlike the cheekiness of some students he had the misfortune of teaching, the seeming wildness of [member="Ahani Najwa"] was invigorating to the point that it introduced a fired grin into his visage, dispelling the scowl. The doors went flying, raw power on display that he could readily drink in... and then she was off, into the bowels of the facility, he in hot pursuit. The first kills were hers... then the droids opened fire.

Droids. He fething hated droids.

He reacted, barrier erected first to fend off a pelting of energy bolts, then... between volleys of fire, he advanced, adding more energy to the shield, making a fierce construct of destructive power as he approached the intersection and stood two feet from the droids themselves... and loosed it, in a pointed shockwave, a destructive, encompassing wall of energy pushing out and out in all directions to clear the pathways for many meters.

It was a good thing Najwa had taken shelter.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
[member="Rave Merrill"]


Some things needed to be directed personally. Human replica droids descended down from the vessel that had so ably meted out death and destruction, something most pleasing to Illyria, dread mistress of hell. All of them heavily armed, some outfitted in the ultrachrome armour that had been acquired during a raid of the now defunct Rebel Alliance. Equipped were they with the infamous bolters, heavy duty explosives, blasters and scatter guns.

Some defenders still fired, seeking to rain down kill bolts of death upon the intruders, who responded in kind with explosive death. Screams were heard as organics perished, volleys of laser and bolter fire cutting down those insolent enough to resist.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

[member="Marselia Urstalis"] by my side, a ship full of military to protect us and the carpet bombing of orbital defences and this was turning out to be a good day for a battle. I can feel the seething emotions and keyed up adrenaline of the others around us, and it thrills down my spine. Now all I have to do is steer clear of desperate fighting and Lia and I will get through this without [member="Jared Ovmar"] being too upset.

Bucket, as always, is peering around the Medical Bay poking at equipment and asking questions of the staff. "We got our Med Packs, the surgeries are prepped and bacta is on standby. We're set, Lia. Sit tight and if we're needed we're off. You're doing well, keep it up." I smile at her, it;s good for her to know I'm proud.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

TARGET: SUBACH-INNES TRANSIT TO AND FROM THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE
[member="Layla"]'s skill at pew pew pew impressed him likewise, especially because that ship was so terminally underarmed and so very pretty. Assault concussion missiles crushed a frigate's shields, and light turbolasers picked off turrets and cluster traps while the ion cannons began chewing into critical systems.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Moira Skaldi"]
TARGET: SUBACH-INNES FACTORIES ON THE PLANET -- OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE

Rave had expected to be the spearhead. But as she straightened from her fall and looked about, biological powered armor shifting around her, she realized that Moira had deployed phrik-armored human replica droids.

And that the factory had already fallen. It just didn't know yet.

The Lethewalker buzzed past again, and another anti-air emplacement turned to shrapnel.