Sanctuary, hmmm (Open)

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: tbd
Equipment: Battle Armour, Saber staff, Healing Amulet

Darth Banshee wanted slaves, slaves for the empire. They had many uses, they could be made to fight, they could provide labour in work shops. They could be sold to bring more credits, and they could just simply serve a sith. No matter their condition, they have could have use, even the maimed could practiced on, by the medics, corpses could turned into sith zombies, or be meat for some sith spawn. Nothing was wasted, no matter their condition they would serve.

She planned the raid on a refugee planet called Sanctuary, it appealed to her for a few reason. It's name it was an irony, the fact close to the Silver Jedi Order space, and it once served the Galactic Alliance. This coupled to fact, they where nothing more than isolated towns, they had very little protection their. So if no one came to help them, it would a cake walk. She walked along the bridge of ship The Banshee, she a small fleet with her, but most important ships where the Transport Frigates. These housed droid force, as well as some droid tanks. They had plenty of room to take most planet with them, as this world was sparsely populated, and soon would be depleted further after this attack.

Some other members of empire where here, as well to help oversee the operation. Notably a new sith one who abandon the Jedi Order, he had brought some of his own forces, with him. She had financed this raid through her company Independent Military Developers, as if it was successful she would reap a large profit from it. Though this also meant if she failed, she would need to make sure her losses was lessened. as she was paying everyone wages, hence she was using a lot combat droids.

As she waited on her bridge, for lines of hyperspace to drop, she did ponder about this expedition, and it would go.

 

[Poe]

Location: Ord Binnir (Space)
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
Equipment: The Whispers of Ghosts, Armor / Outfit


The warship, The Mystic Veil, was still being re-outfitted and was unavailable; forcing myself, the Governess of Ord Biniir, to use a different ship. The feeling of this new ship seemed foreign and lacked the ambiance of that "home sweet home" aspect. But the prospect of claiming slaves for several different purposes was to good to simply pass up. Whatever treasures I could dig up could be implemented for a few side projects I had in the works. I, however, held a different outlook in regards to slaves. Having been sold into slavery as a child, then forced to grow up surviving brutal training regiments in the death pits on Nal Hutta, and then brutality beaten for my insolence by the pit masters, I had sympathy for slaves; barely. Whomever I captured on this expedition would not view me as a savior, but a lesser of two evils.

Not only did I not have my warship at my disposal, I didn't have Admiral Beth and the staff I worked with for so long to accompany me on this illicit outing. Instead, I was working with a new set of officers; most fearing me due to my reputation. The only group to join me were my Dread Knights, and even they held amount of fear in the hearts of these officers; more so if they knew what lurked under their helmets and armor. But my Knights were there to guard the slaves, nothing more and nothing less.

"Welcome Governess," the short, stocky man known as Admiral Cru greeted me when I entered the bridge. "All the preparations have been completed, and we are ready to embark on the expedition when you are ready, Governess."


[member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Sko'saht]

The Verpine relaxed, it wasn't to often he had nothing to do. Even during routine patrols there was usually something that required his attention be that an analysis on the latest Sith attack, some emergency aboard ship, training, or any other of numerous things. These last few weeks however had caused almost all work to dry up. Having completed practically all his tasks now he just had to wait until they dropped out of hyperspace above a world called Sanctuary to take on more water reserves.

Training new crews usually turned out to be like this he'd come to learn. You'd get them and they'd drill constantly while the senior officers did standard duties. Since they were in training the small task force was usually assigned to a quieter region of space and would occasionally pop into neutral systems to say hello. There they'd also take on supplies to allow security personnel their training, they'd have to scan all the cargo in an airlock to confirm it was safe then proceed to clear it.

Dropping out of hyperspace the flagship of the small task force began transmitting a standard greeting followed by requests to take on more drinking water. Capital ships went through it surprisingly quickly and having a whole fleet operating could result in a several day delay as charge vessels ferried purified water from the planet to the ships above. Estimated time for this though was only a few hours providing the green crew didn't mess it up. They had gone through training and shouldn't but you never knew.

[member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[NPC Units]

Spoiler

Fleet info

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36428-rav-001-home-one/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54117-solo-class-carrier

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54118-skywalker-class-star-destroyer

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36459-inevitable-class-battlecruiser/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35584-shield-class-medical-frigate/

Dropping out of hyperspace at the edge of the system was a portion of the Red Fleet, they'd been tasked with looking for recruits to join their ranks. By order of the Benefactor, they'd come to Sanctuary as, at one time or another, it had been a Rebel Alliance safe haven, and that's what Benefactor needed. Get some recruits, make arrangements to use Sanctuary as a pit stop for anyone allied with the Fleet. So Admiral Tik Hoff, a Duro, who'd risen to the rank only recently was here to follow his leaders commands.

"All ships, hail the surface and ready shuttles for landing."

"Yes Admiral! Sir we have a report of another capital ship in the sector, looks to be friendly, Silver Jedi or maybe Mandalorian? The signal is weak, must be the scanner acting up again. I'll get Engineering up her ASAP."

"Signal our friend, let them know we are coming in on his 6 o'clock. Get the scanners up and running, I want to make sure we are alone here."

"Yes Admiral!"

The lead ships pulled into a loose formation, to allow shuttles to pass through unencumbered, a small fleet of transport shuttles with some dignitaries and non-combat staff were on their way to the paradise of the old Rebel Alliance.


[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
https://youtu.be/Gblr07yKLBQ

Hour earlier on imahalyan

Stardust walked down a old path, a place she hasn't been to in so long. However she felt like remembering a time so far past should wondered if those she knew still were out there busy with their own lives

She approached a hangar and put in a code, she watched the door creak open as sunlight touched upon a fighter. Stardust walked forward and put a hand on the nose and glided down as she gave a soft smile a hand on a empc, the custom fighter made years and years ago...has been setting simply resting...chipped paint on the side read "thunder star"

She then glanced around the place that held relics of the past, a few awards here and there setting dormant. Old weapons that have sat unfired memorabilia she collected from the years and years of fighting army to army

However something caught her ears, she started for a old little box, she opened it as she pulled a comm out and looked at it. It was then she realized it was receiving and put it to her ear as she listened in, it took her a minute as her eyes widened a bit and she took a seat. She sat silent for a second and put it back to her ear before setting it down and looked to her fighter...mahbe it'll be good to visit this part of the past

She radioed to her servants to watch her child and house, she climbed into the fighter as she lowered the canopy watching it seal as she started flicking switchs and then looked to the helmet dusting it off as she put it on and started out, before long she reached space and shot forth through hyperspace

Present

She came out into real space, she hopped on the old rebel frequency and spoke

this is Stardust of rogue permission to land and where to land

 

[Leea Pandac]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="Sko'saht"] [member="NPC Units"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"]
Equipment: Yavin class Fighter

Rocky crags and worn hills. It almost reminded Pandac of home, except that these were not mesas. The great pillars of stone in her home were perhaps a greater risk than they were a help. At least here if an earthquake occurred it was much less likely that the ground beneath her would collapse. The land was very clean outside the city, but it as not to be for long. The corporation that had hired her wanted a fairly clean ground on which to build a new operation. According the physical maps that had been given to her, there would be open plains a few kilometers to the south of her.

Picking up the binoculars, Leea surveyed the hills to the south, a small range with barely a rise over 50 meters above the ground level. An easily surmountable trek. So she got moving. At a jog she was able to enjoy the surrounding country side and still make good time. The smell of the air was too fresh and grassy for her. Makeb had smelled of earth and stone and dust. The small patches of flowers growing in the craggy dips in the ground did remind her of the world though. There was a single flower that caught her eye as she passed. It looked almost identical to a one she remembered from Makeb. Stopping for a moment she closed her eyes and tried to remember where she had seen them. There it was, a flower that had grown along the patrol routes during her time in the militia. So long ago for her.

The memories were getting harder and harder to recall. So many new worlds with new people that it was becoming difficult to know who was her brother and who was a random employer a few worlds back.

Shaking her head, Pandac looked forward to the hill and continued jogging. Then a tone sounded from her comm. There was no message, but she recognized the signal. It was a sound she had not heard for a long time. It was a calling, a call to action. A call to battle and war. She had left that cause a long time ago, but perhaps it was time to pick it up again. Return those she had barely known and enter once more the war of the galaxy. An overarching, ever present battle between that which was good and that which was evil. One could either accept the call or do nothing, she had tried doing nothing for some time now. It was time to do something.

But first, she had a corporation to disappoint, tapping the comm to call the recruiter, "Pandac here, I'm going to have to cancel the contract. Life happened. You can keep your credits, but I think the plains in area five seventeen might do."

With that she turned off her comms and turned away from the hills, back towards the city in the distance. Instead of jogging, Pandac sprinted, she ran like she had before her accident and never since. The country side flew by as she raced as swift as her legs would carry her. It was half an hour before she reached the spaceport where she had left her ship. The old fighter had been hers for quite some time and had been witness to her toughest defeats and greatest victories. There was nothing else that had been with her as long as it. It had not been cheep to maintain as the parts became more difficult to obtain, but she had done her best. The crew servicing it looked exasperated with the amount of equipment they had needed to fuel the older designs.

The crew moved away from the ship as Pandac jumped onto the fighter and slid into the cockpit. Punching in coordinates for the signal, Leea raised the fighter off the ground.

-----------

Less than an hour later the Yavin fighter reentered realspace. Changing the comms to a rebel frequency Leea spoke, "Pandac here, reporting for duty. What's the situation."

She could already see a large number of ships in the system, some Rebel and many others. This was going to be a rough fight, but she was ready to do what was necessary.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

[member="NPC Units"]

Centuries ago, Sanctuary had been sparsely populated compared to most planets in the galaxy, with little access to technology and no official governmental organization. Much had changed since then, though it was still very similar. The population had increased greatly, due to the wars that caused an influx of refugees and those fleeing war in general. Island communities were still in full swing, providing their inhabitants with what they needed and little more.

Technology was a lot more accessible, distributed equally among the settlements by a small militia who also delivered foods and other useful tools. For all the good they tried to do, times were tough, the recent wars having left planets inhabitable, leaving millions to seek safe haven elsewhere. Islands were overcrowded and tensions were high between individuals, and so the militia headquarters were excited to receive a hail from orbit.

These ships were ID'd as friendlies, as the officials had been provided with a database of transponder codes, rumored to have been acquired from the ship of a Jedi. An old acquaintance of the Rebel Alliance, before the fall of the Galactic Republic. There weren't many landing pads available near headquarters, but most islands usually had a space cleared for transport or shuttle touchdown. "We read you, Home One. Landing sites have been cleared, and volunteers are being gathered," one of the communications officers spoke, sitting at a terminal in the command room of the small building.

Transmissions were broadcast to nearby settlements, who then relayed them to other villages and so on. Elders and leaders alike spread the news, gathering up those who were willing and able to go, and bringing them to the landing sites. There was even a CR70 corvette in the atmosphere that had received the message, sending one of their own up to the Rebel fleet, a request to join them as well. The ship was making its way through the clouds at a casual pace, not wanting to rush those above the planet.

[member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Blane Nightfall]

A while ago, Nar Shaddaa...

The sniper rifle slowly follows it's target, a lonely man on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, it's master, the one holding it firmly has been briefed, this unfortunate individual was lieutenant Blane Nightfall, former member of the disavowed Rebel Alliance, part of some commando troops. But he knew him for what he is: the troublemaker who thought he can disrupt Zeva's business and live. The silhouette turns it's head an for a moment it almost seemed as if he looked towards the sniper, that was fine, he couldn't see him this far away. But neither the sniper could see him clearly anymore, in the crowd of people, Blane's figure was beginning to blend in.
"Come in, Cryo, I think he entered that vehicle, I can't see him anymore."

But the vehicle left and so did the second follower driving his own "Copy, should I engage him now?" Silence "Blake, should I engage him now?"
"Cryo... Abandon-..." His comrade's voice is cut off by an explosion, one he can both see and hear from afar, has he been discovered? To late to worry now, this can only mean he gets Blake's part too. Flying closer to the target, Cryo throws a sticky grenade that explodes on Blane's vehicle, it unavoidably falls throughout the other drivers who barely manage to avoid it. Eventually it crashes on a street where Cryo lands safely and steps towards the burning car-like thingy that can could fly.

That seemed right, he couldn't see anyone getting out of it, he took off his helm and let it fall on the ground then watched the scenery with a little guilt You probably meant well... I can tell... But no one can cross a hutt. You kill Zeva's brother, you die, that's how it works, you know? If I didn't kill you, somebody else would have... I'm sorry, it's business..."
Something suddenly clicks nest to his ear, he can feel the metallic touch of the blaster pointed at his head. "Ain't that a cheap excuse?" As cry attempts to to unsheathe his knife, the blaster discharges into the bounty hunter's head, his body falls on the ground lifeless.

Blane looks at him for a few moments then adds "Will get on my top 5 'Every weakling's excuse to kill' right above 'I had no choice'" before he could consider the though of sending his body to Zeva with some charges set, a beep sound interrupts him "I didn't use any bad language, did I?" He said checking a device hidden in one of his pockets, he frowns for a few moments then a smirk spreads across his face "It's liberation day."

Present time
A small fighter ship came from hyperspace joining the many other rebel ships. Through the com link he contacted his friends "Lieutenant Blane Nightfall, reporting for duty! So this is... uhhh... I might have stolen this ship from someone who stole it from someone else and I have no idea what most of the controls do so... Where do I put it?"

[member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="NPC Units"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[NPC Units]

Spoiler

Fleet info

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36428-rav-001-home-one/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54117-solo-class-carrier

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54118-skywalker-class-star-destroyer

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36459-inevitable-class-battlecruiser/

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35584-shield-class-medical-frigate/

As the scanners got back up, alerts flooded the terminals, not of enemies, but friends and allies that had long since been thought gone.

Rebels.

Admiral Hoff opened all known Rebel channels and sent a mass message...

<<Admiral Tik Hoff of the Rebel Alliance to all Rebel Personnel...

Converge on these coordinates, Sanctuary needs us again. Let us reclaim our paradise lost. By order of the Benefactor, Rogue Squadron is hereby reinstated. All hands report to stations!

For the Alliance!

End Transmission>>

There was a bustle about the bridge as cheers and roars of pride filled the air. The Rebels were back, and the needed a Sanctuary...

All vessels, proceed to designated landing pads, deploy all fighters, set up a perimeter around Sanctuary until we can secure it.

Yes Admiral!

As the fleet dispersed into position, the mass of fighters exited their hangars and filled in line with the fleet.



[member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Juwiela Melec"]

 

[Sko'saht]

The Verpine eyed the scanners as more ships warped into the system. According to records and long range scans this system got it's fair share of traffic but it was supposed to be mostly cargo and civvie craft. They were broadcasting they were freindlies however it paid to be careful. Giving the order a squadron of twelve S&K Wasps launched. With a point defense loadout they should be able to deal with anything less then freindly that might happen. However until then he kept his fleet moving into an orbit above the planet. "Get one of the Handmaidens to launch a SIRAC and start scanning the local area. I want a ful tactical map drawn up of every single object to at least the edge of the system." turning his chair to face the comms officer he nodded to get the human females attention. "Get a message to the nearest SJO patrol about the increased traffic in this system, once you have put me on comms with the commander of that fleet coming in our six. Once done get a second comms officer up here to contact and cooridnate with the local goverment the transfer of water supplies to us in orbit."

Turning back to the tactical readout he adjusted himself as the holo progector started scanning him. "Greetings freindly fleet, this is Captain Sko'saht commanding the Silver Jedi Order vessel Ahto. I must request you keep a minimum safe distance of ten kilometers from my forces, we will be taking on water supplies and do not wish for an accident to occur. If you wish we can send a squadron to escort you into an orbital position above the planet." Satisfied with that he waited for some sort of response. Just beyond the holo he saw a bright light start flash twice then vanish. The Wasps were in the air and would be assuming a defensive rear posture. With their full complement of missiles he had very little doubt that he could hold off just about anything that might be thrown at his fleet that was interceptable.

Fleet comp:
1x Peregrine-class Armed Freighter
14x Slayn & Korpil I-1SMS/M Wasp (Point Defense modules)
12x B-wing/E Starfighter
14x Slayn & Korpil I-1SMS/M Wasp (Automated Rear Turret module)
8x Slayn & Korpil I-1SMS/M Wasp (Attack module)
8x Saotome Gunship

2x Handmaiden-class Escort Corvette

2x Damorian Light Cruiser

[member="NPC Units"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"] [member="Darth Banshee"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Darth Sarcophago"], [member="Sko'saht"], [member="Connor Harrison"] , [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="NPC Units"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Leea Pandac"]

Her fleet came hyperspace, some distance form the planet so she could scan the defenses. She soon realized the planet for some reason, had bigger fleet than some important worlds. She figured their must be some thing going on, that she was unaware off. She sent message to all other forces coming, Don't bother, planet to well protected, we move to easier target. She put the fleet on alert, and then entered new hyperspace coordinates, and punched out.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

On the edge of the Sanctuary system, a small Sith Empire attack force exited hyperspace, just as Banshee entered it. While everything had not gone according to plan, there was indeed still work to be done. While many had forgotten about the Rebel Alliance that had once worked alongside the Galactic Republic, some did not. And so it was for that reason three Star Destroyers moved along the Mara Corridor, diverging before entering Silver Jedi space to cut along neutral lanes before entering the system of Sanctuary.

A Bajulator took the lead in their formation, with two smaller Xo'Xaan-classes on either side. The trio of triangular war vessels had yet to enter firing range, deciding to first deploy multiple starfighter squadrons that would take the lead. The hangars became crowded with dark suited pilots running to and fro, climbing into their crafts before launching towards the enemy. The screech of ion engines was all that could be heard, as the swarm advanced, leaving the carrier behind for now.

The first wave consisted of five squadrons, roughly sixty Fury-class starfighters racing towards the large and small vessels that loomed over the peaceful planet. They fired indiscriminately, not caring who they hit unless it was a fellow wing-man. Their fire was however mainly focused on the Rebel ships, aiming to disable the smaller ones before moving on to bigger targets. Laser cannon fire was everywhere, anyone present was more than likely to get involved, voluntarily or not.

[member="Sko'saht"] [member='NPC Units'] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]
(If any of you are interested, we could have a bit of space combat fun! Call your hits on the starfighters as you like, and take damage as you please. I'll post again if anyone cares, to introduce the next wave of enemies. Cheers!)

 

[Leea Pandac]

"Bugger." Pulling back on the stick, the Runner preformed a tight loop until it was facing towards the enemy ships. Was she best pilot in the galaxy, definitely not. Could she handle the entirety of the enemy fighters, no. Could she do her best to take down her fair share of the enemy, definitely.

However, before the madness of the battle took hold she spoke over the comms, "Command? We have incoming. Got any plans?"

Her first instinct had been to simply charge into the fray. It was not a particularly complex strategy, though it was a foolhardy one. Pandac knew full well she was not the leading or senior member of Rogue Squadron on site, but she was ready to do what was needed to get the job done. Even if it meant take command. Of course, that was not her first intention, after all she was no trained commander. She had never learned the best methods of coordination or leadership. She was a foot soldier, trained to take order and be ready to improvise as needed. She was ready for a fight, but perhaps not prepared. Time would tell.

[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="NPC Units"]

 

[Khrelan Arke]

It was simply his intecerptor , the Rangers assigned for this protective mission, the Rogue Squadron and then it wasn't. Spear like silvers dropped against the black expanse and suddenly, there was the infamous roar of ion cannons and wild bols of green flew from the source.

Khrelan careened his fighter out of the way, barrel rolled under and over the Runner, and returned the fire.

His nerves were unusually wracked up, but that was before he stepped inside the neat little interceptor he destined his. It seemed the thing happened everytime; he'd feel an eerie but not so eerie sense of calm, as if he had control over the situation, a humble sort of power that vibrated through his cells and bursted out like warm liquid fire. But he thanked the deities for that now, although he'd found and gotten himself out of situations much more dangerous than this.

[member="Sko'saht"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="NPC Units"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

Seeing as silence fell over the comms and one was already taking to the fight Pandac took initiative and pushed to full throttle. The Runner leapt into action and Leea felt the sudden pressure increase she turned and twirled through the void, doing her own little dance through the enemy fire as she attempted to do her part. She flicked a switch and felt more than saw the wings on her craft switch positions. Now the craft was more maneuverable and she needed that to survive the sheer volume of enemy fire.

She had not been under fire in a long time. In fact since leaving the Rebellion she had been fortunate enough to avoid fighting beyond the occasional scuff up with a rowdy patron. Those situations didn't require much more than swift and well placed kick. Some would have called that dirty fighting, but the truth was that in the galaxy fighting was different than what most people thought. When in a fight she didn't think about honor, or how the other person felt, or even what the long term results would be. She was concerned with survival and the best way to ensure that was to end the fight as quickly and definitely as she could. Fighting fair was not for the battlefield.

Watching the radar fill with what could have been hundred of enemy blips there was a small voice in the back of her head suggesting that there would be no coming back. But she shook away the thought, this was not the end. This was the beginning. Making a sharp turn she caught her sights on one of the enemy fighters. Pulling the trigger she did not wait to see if she had hit or killed it but continued maneuvering. She hoped that others would help. This was going to be a rough fight without help.

[member="NPC Units"] [member="Khrelan Arke"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[NPC Units]

[member="Khrelan Arke"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

Spoiler

Fleet info http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36428-rav-001-home-one/ http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54117-solo-class-carrier http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54118-skywalker-class-star-destroyer http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36459-inevitable-class-battlecruiser/ http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35584-shield-class-medical-frigate/

From each ship in the fleet, a swarm of their own detachment of fightercraft filled the enemy HUD with opposing IFF readers. As the fleets squared off, the swarms of aircraft would entangle in a dogfight that would light the void with laser fire from every direction.

<<All wings, weapons free, repeat, weapons free. Take it to 'em!>>

[member="Leea Pandac"] would soon find herself no longer alone. Friendly fire would soon fly across her viewport right into the enemy swarm. The Starships, having deployed their fighters, moved into range to return fire from their own weaponry. MAC's, laser turrets, missile launchers would open up upon the approaching Imperial fleet.

We have numbers on our side, but DO NOT underestimate the enemy. Hold the Shield back, it's not a combat vessel. Home One will pull overhead and support where needed. Skywalker will target the lead Destroyer. Have the Solo and Inevitable focus on the secondary vessels.

Yes Admiral!

Admiral, we have reports of a portion of the enemy fleet is fleeing the system, the cowards!

No matter, send cooridinates to Lieutenant Nightfall to rondezvous with the ground forces to secure the surface in case the enemy gets through. Also, tell Arke, Taidarious, Raxis to form up on Pandac, she is Wing Commander until someone kills her, or we find someone better. Hail that Silver fleet for assistance.

<< Captain [member="Sko'saht"], this is Admiral Tik Hoff of the Rebel Alliance, we request assistance with the Imperial fleet that has just entered the system. If they break our lines, you won't get your water. Over>>

Hopefully the Captain would comply and they could take the victory from the Imperials.


Fighter Outfit:

Spoiler

x136 X-wings x48 Matchbox Bombers x36 Corvus Interceptors x23 Nevermore Stealth Bombers

[member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Sarcophago"]

 

[Leea Pandac]

Leea felt a wave of relief come over her as more fighters joined the battle. She had been concerned, rather foolishly that she was to be left to fight on her own. The Mirialan switched to concussion missiles and held steady aiming at another fighter. The tone that followed mere second later heralded the following sound of the missile leaving the tube. While some might have waited to see if the missile actually hit the target, Pandac knew it was wiser to move on immediately. In a firefight one did not wait to see if the shot had hit its mark. There would be evidence enough later.

The Runner spun through space as she moved to avoid another fighter in a near collision. Switching back to lasers, she pulled the trigger over another fighter. The first two rounds bounced harmlessly off the shield before the third smashed into the wing. A thin line of debris began to follow the fighter as it attempted to maneuver out of the firing line. A final shot turned the cockpit into a melted slag. The ship continued forward, probably not to stop until at last it collided with something, which may take seconds or decades.

For a moment Leea was distracted by a thought. A single moment had been the difference between the person in the other ship living and dying. Her blaster had turned a living person into free-floating atoms. The danger of flying a combat vessel. The fighter rocked and Pandac shook herself and spun the ship in order to avoid another shot. Shields were a literal lifesaver.

Spinning she received a communication from the command ship. She was surprised to hear that she had been promoted to wing commander. A leader role was a new experience to the Mirialan, but she hoped to live up to it. Or, die as it apparently was mentioned. "Rogues, engage enemy force." That was the best she could think of at the moment. So she turned her full attention back to flying and blasting the opposition.

[member="NPC Units"] [member="Khrelan Arke"] [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Blane Nightfall"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The CR70 corvette had broke through the atmosphere, racing up towards the battle in order to join in. Sith starfighters were everywhere, with even more rebel pilots launching from their capital ships. The large vessel fell into formation with a few other friendly fighters, rushing to the aid of [member="Leea Pandac"] and [member="Khrelan Arke"]. While the rebels did have numbers on their side, they would be foolish to underestimate the Sith fleet that began to lurch towards them.

From the hangars of the Bajulator, five more squadrons of the Fury-class starfighter were given the green light, rocketing out into space and towards the massive dogfight. They made sure to spread their attention, pestering the Inevitable-class with speedy attack-runs. The crafts were deadly, rivaled only by the pilots who controlled the power at their fingertips. They easily matched the X-wings capabilities, attempting to quickly thin their numbers with agile maneuvers and lethal aim.

Unfortunately, having been launched separately as two large squadrons, the full might of the Bajulator's hangars would not hit as hard. It's light turbolasers and anti-starfighter turrets hoped to make up for this, as they fired upon enemy fighters that managed to get close. The Bajulator had pulled forward, once more taking the lead, though this was just a distraction. The two Xo'Xaan's had already received their orders, gunnery crews aiming eight quad ion cannons at the Skywalker-class.

"Open fire!" The commanding officer shouted, watching as a hail of blue energy raced towards the Star Destroyer. If he had paid attention in history class, he may have targeted Home One, in order to inflict severe damage upon the rebel morale. The three Sith war ships continued to follow their orders regardless, coming to a slow as they executed the plan given to them.

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