Location: Ison Corridor; deep in the nebula
Objective: Observe, Assess, React to situation
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Zark"],
Assets: ISNS Maalraas Nobilis (1,000m)
T'yr's gaze upon the holodisplay would be short lived, his eyes and attention instead turning towards a young sensor technician that called to him. "I think I have something, sir. Computer agrees with me." The young, male human announced.
"What do you have lieutenant?" Commander Dellos asked as he calmly strolled the distance between the primary holodisplay and a row of seated junior officers.
"I'm showing a fairly consistent electro-static and electromagnetic buildup along this line." The junior officer proclaimed as he used his finger to plot the trail on his display screen. An angry red line that snaked away from the alliance ships and then plotted a direct course towards the densest part of the nebula. A fairly standard burn-and-drift course to Dellos's eyes. "In raw percentages, the activity seems to show a steady increase in intensity the further along it gets, but particle dispersion is throwing up errors."
"What kind of errors?" T'yr asked the young officer. He was fairly sure the steady increase indicated a thick hull of dense metal that lacked degaussing mechanisms or any similar anti-magnetic charge technology... The errors would likely reveal the specifics, but Dellos was already fairly sure he knew what he was dealing with. Fat, slow, and designed for open space or asteroid fields.
Nebula were an entirely different navigational nightmare.
"Gas displacement doesn't match for a large object on drift, nor the projected scatter of a stealth ion drive." The junior officer reported. Dellos was already anticipating what followed. "We're seeing tunneling signs, but the readings are inconsistent with the intensity of the electrical disturbances and the speed of travel."
"Then we probably aren't dealing with a single ship." Commander Dellos explained patiently, painfully aware that this was likely the young officer's first non-simulated combat exercise. "Have the computer try to zero in on the particle tunnels. What are the maximum and average number of simultaneous anomalies it identifies?"
"It... It's saying somewhere between three and seven anomalies." The junior officer reported.
"Let's call it five then." Commander Dellos said calmly. "Five ships small enough to trick the computer into thinking they were a single mass, and hauling enough metal to pick up a sizable magnetic charge... My money would be on a handful of heavy gunships, and the computer's just struggling with the overlapped tunneling, or we have three to five light Frigates heading for the First Order formation."
"That... Would be consistent with these readings, sir." The young human said as he stared at his screen in awe that he had actually detected a stealth formation of hostile warships.
T'yr was in the process of deciding what to actually do about those particular warships when another voice demanded his attention.
"Sir. First Order ships have initiated their assault. Alliance ships are returning in kind." Called out a young woman from across the bridge.
"Understood." Dellos said as he turned from the sensor technician and approached the primary holodisplay. Small blips dotted the edge of the nebula as civilian ships made their escape, thick red silouettes turned to face one another, angry red lines tracing the space between the Alliance and First Order ships as they fired on one another, and a shadow blob drifted closer and closer to the First Order ships, more or less directly between the two forces. T'yr had no idea what the stealth ships actually were, and little clue as to what sort of offensive capabilities they possessed... But he was sure that allowing them an unmolested first strike would, at the very least, reflect badly on his capabilities as a commander, let alone the potential to turn the tide for this fight.
The trick... Was managing to engage the stealth ships without giving away their own position. Something that was hard to do when firing streaks of bright light in a straight line.
His eyes glued to the holodisplay, T'yr released a quiet 'hmm' as a singular blip caught his eye. The civilian science vessel, shabalaha or some such, was turning about and returning to the battlefield. "Load up a salvo of cluster munitions." Dellos ordered as his eyes tracked the tiny ship. "Continue moving to flank the Alliance ships, but adjust out heading to pass behind that science vessel. As close as we can get without running into their drive plume or scattering their ion trail."
"Aye-aye Commander. And the missiles?" Responded T'yr's first officer.
"Disable their guidance systems and manually plot an intercept course for the stealth ships. Get me a wide spread over as large an area as possible." Dellos explained. "We don't need to disable them, just give away their position and let the First Order take care of the rest."
"And... Make it look like the Shambhala launched the attack..." The first officer said aloud, catching on to T'yr's plan.
"That course will take us farther from the edge of the nebula." Reported a young woman from navigation.
"I am aware." Commander Dellos responded calmly. "Our visual camouflage is engaged, all secondary stealth systems are fully operational, and we are running on minimal non-critical power." T'yr said aloud, more to reassure his bridge officers than to convey any specific information. "Once we clear the nebula, begin a slow, gradual increase in primary reactor output. We're at 20% now. Let's ease her up to 60% on the off chance we're spotted and begin a gradual increase in speed once we clear the Shambhala. Not fast enough to compromise our stealth, but enough that we get into position before things get too hairy out there."
"Aye-aye Commander." Came a chorus of young voices of the Csilla-class Light Star Destroyer began it's maneuvers. Slipped past the science vessel, fired 10 assault-grade cluster warheads at the stealth ships, and began a slow, steady acceleration towards the rear of the Alliance ships
TLDR: launching a wide-spread of (AOE/EMP) cluster missiles at [member="Zark"]'s general position. Goal is to trigger his shields and give away his position. Tried to make it look like the missiles came from the Shambhala. (You're welcome Silara). Also still trying to maintain stealth
rivate Landis reporting. 35 meters out from your location, Sergeant.::
