Stage One - Freedom for the Common Man: Battle over Commenor.

[WolfMortum]

Stage One - Battle over Commenor:​

Freedom for the Common Man.​

The Sith Empire’s occupation over Commenor is nearing its end.​

[member="Darth Carnifex"], the Dark Lord of the Sith and Emperor of the Sith has begun to relinquish his Forces from the Capital of the former Commenor Systems Alliance after a long and arduous year. The good citizens of Commenor have been starved of their former freedoms, waning under a long term blockade following the execution of all previous Government Officials unable to escape during the siege and destruction of Munto City, where eight million souls lost their lives in the blink of an eye

The People have not been forgotten however. Lady Kay Arenais remains under constant surveillance, a prisoner within her own Palace while her Husband and Children of the House Arenais have amassed a Resistance with the aid of fellow Rebel Cells across the Galaxy, the contacts made over the last decade in governance between the Silver Jedi Order, the New Republic and the Metal Lords. Word has spread of a growing Fleet and a vagrant King’s promise to see Commenor restored once more to its former vision of peace and socio-economic prosperity.

Unbeknownst of the Sith Empire’s tactical withdrawal, the Commenori Resistance Fleet has arrived within the Rachuk sector where they prepare to bring war down upon the Empire’s hold. On the ground, Freedom-fighters and militiamen are awaiting the opportunity to strike at the Sith from the Illaria Woodlands and pockets of Chasin City, where they’ve lay low for so long.

The oppression of the Sith has cost both sides. Commenor remains scarred from the Invasion, the ruins of Munto City are visible from orbit, a dark wound upon a vibrant green lively world. The Sith have been mining the earth, seeking profitable minerals and planety resource to cover their expenses lost in the lengthy occupation so far from their territory where the bulk of their power remains.

It is here that War returns to Commenor, though it is not yet certain how much of the People’s strength, nor the Planet’s beauty will remain in the aftermath of battle. Putting the call out to all Allies that once gave their word to the Systems Alliance, Veiere Arenais has finally given the signal to begin the attack.

(Click here for OOC Thread).​

Veiere Arenais stood at the forward observation deck of the The CSA Resolute's Command Station, the bridge a deck below, being led by the former Grand Admiral of the Systems Alliance, Vikras Ansion who was by no means a stranger to the Sith Empire and their monstrous capabilities in Naval Combat. For the former Jedi Master and rightful King of Commenor by marriage to the Queen, [member="Lady Kay"] Arenais, there had been no greater War effort nor incentive to enter into battle.

The Sith Empire had taken their Home, enslaved their people and an Order had been sent out for the execution or capture of every member of House Arenais, the Royal Family and their previous government officials, important persons of state and law. The Queen had been kept on the surface of Commenor, a prisoner within her own Palace grounds, as both a means to preserve the Occupation from immediate aggression but also to serve as a reminder of the Empire's victory over Commenor, the day of the Siege.

After nearly a year of preparation, the time had finally come to take up arms and strike back against the Sith Empire and those oppressing a Nation whose only intent was to offer Peace and Sanctuary to others fleeing from warring territories. Inevitable, that war would reach this far for the consequences of harboring refugee's and former citizens of the Galactic Alliance, the Sith ever determined to ensure their wrath laid down against those who would oppose them.

"Alright, this is it Men!" Admiral Ansion called over the bridge, drawing the top of the Resolute's Naval Command to attention. "Commenor lies before us, the Sith Fleet stands between us and our Home, our Queen!" He moved to extend his right arm to the Tranparisteel view port, the glowing beautiful orb that Commenor was, truly in sight and from where they were positioned, the Sith Armada just able to be made out as metal specks reflecting the odd glint from the systems Sun at their Fleets rear. "They brought the War to our doorstep. They wiped out eight million people when they glassed Munto City and enslaved so many more to do their bidding. It's time they felt the repercussions for their crimes against freedom and justice in this Galaxy. It's time they felt the strength and resolve of those willing to lay down their lives so that Tyranny will not get the better of this World, nay, this Nation and surrounding Nations that support us!".

"All Hands, this is Admiral Vikras Ansion" Vikras turned his attention to the station beside him, signalling the rest of the Fleet, "Commence the Attack, let us wipe the Sith from our World and show this Galaxy that they need not be feared any longer!".

Spoiler: The Resistance of Commenor - Rebel Fleet

Command Ship/Destroyer:

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  The CSA Resolute - House Arenais Flagship.
  

Reborn Armada Composition:

• 
  1x Conqueror-class Star Destroyer (Armada Flagship).
  
• 
  8x Victory II-class Star Destroyer.
  
• 
  30x Arquitens-class Light Cruiser.
  
• 
  3x Immobilizer 418 Cruiser.
  
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  20x Gozanti Cruiser.
  
• 
  50x Class Four Container Transport.
  
• 
  3x Imperial II Class Star Destroyer.
  

Commenori Composition:

• 
  20x Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser.
  
• 
  40x Bulwark-Class Escort Frigate.
  
• 
  20x Argonaut-Class Carrier.
  

Mirdirmorut Composition:

• 
  10x nh10-ostracoda-corvette.
  
• 
  2x squadrons of Exodus Class Strategic Bomber.
  
• 
  2x squadrons of GS-77 "Tsrotzhu" Class Multipurpose Gunship.
  
• 
  3x squadrons of Taera Class Swarm Drone.
  
• 
  5x of Rekr-class-mandalorian-dreadnought with normal load-outs.
  
• 
  10x Baar’ur-class-medical-frigate.
  
• 
  10x Davaab-class-escort-frigate.
  
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  4x Komrk-fighter transport.
  
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  5x Tse-4-mandalorian-brawler.
  
• 
  4x fang-typenu.
  

The Metal Lords:

• 
  1x Victory II-class Star Destroyer (WD-334).
  
• 
  1x Tartan-class Cruiser (WD-334).
  
• 
  8x Abregado War Galley.
  
• 
  1x A’den cruiser.
  
• 
  4x squadrons of V-7 Fenrir Fighters.
  
• 
  3.5x squadrons of T-32 Valkyrie Fighters.
  
• 
  4x squadrons of Awe-Wrath-class Fighters.
  
• 
  12x Freedom Class Heavy Cruisers (AD-8).
  
• 
  36x squadrons T-1 Bombers (AD-8).
  
• 
  36x Redeemer Class Frigates (AD-8).
  
• 
  2x Tome'tayl Kandosii Class Destroyer
  

Spoiler: CSA & TSE Admin

Commenor Administration Team:
[member="Lady Kay"].
[member=Veiere Arenais].
[member="Darlyn Excron"].
[member="Bradshaw Ku"].

The Sith Empire Administration Team:
[member="Darth Carnifex"].
[member="Darth Prazutis"].
[member="Taeli Raaf"].
[member="Jacob Crawford"].
[member="Darth Imperia"].

 

[Mykes Vatak]

Aboard one of the Rekr-class Dreadnoughts

Mykes Taff had been pacing aboard the bridge. He was not at all prepared for this, the war, this battle. Leading a fleet?! He was an engineer. And yet, with his husband's help and some spare time he had learned up. Plus, all he was doing was helping coordinate and stand as representative, more or less. The admiral on board, who trusted him enough to give quality orders. Somewhere on the planet was his husband. He tried to establish a connection, tried to feel him. Feel his emotions, his life force. Mykes felt a chill, there was so much darkness between them. The Sith Fleet stood in his way.

The metal leg clanged, it was an old habit of his keeping it bare-footed. It just never felt right putting boot or a shoe over it. Some onboard gave him remarks such as 'he'd make a nice peg-legged pirate captain'. At those, he glared at. But it was just light humor, to keep the spirits high. None of that helped Mykes. All he wanted was for all this to end, so he could sit by his husband in their home.

Mykes could feel a tremble through the force. The crew was unsettled. He sighed. "Admiral...put me on intercom with the other ships." The admiral nodded and Mykes for the first time, would be an inspiration. "For all it's worth...I'm no admiral! No soldier, and barely a fully fledged Jedi even! But I'll let you know this, all my life I've been a simple engineer. And being engineer means planning out outcomes, what goes where, how what works. I know how every weapon aboard this fleet works. Every weakness, every strength. I'm good at seeing a weakpoint, something that needs fixing...and that I will put to use. And you've all put your trust in me so I ask you to keep it in me...and keep your trust in your admirals. Together, we'll get through. That's how we'll get through this!" With that, he took a deep breath and signaled for the intercom to be cut. Might as well give them some hope, because from his experience. Hope was what drove a person forward.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Location: Commenor System, Behind the Moon Brelor
Objective: Liberate Commenor, Secure Intel
Opponent: Sith Empire, First Order, Allies
Allies: Commenor, Allies

Standing on the Bridge of a Dawner I Space Station, Crimson Hope, he observed the Commenorian Rebels appear in the system. It seemed they had arrived in time, and his fleet was only a jump away in Neimoidia. The preparation that had gone into this mission was massive, and the Republic would stand by their values and promises. They were here to liberate the oppressed people of Commenor from Tyrannical rulers that stole their freedom. He knew the Chancellor shared his opinions and would not stand for this blatant theft of another planets rights.

The bridge of the space station was busy, and with a Class One Hyperspace Drive they were only able to get the large station into orbit above the moon. The Republic would use the station as a orbital platform to supply the ground troops, and the Vice Chancellor was also in charge of this whole operation. The space battle was the first of his problems and knew it would have to be finished with before the bulk of his soldiers could be sent in to assist the ground forces. However, he did have a plan for it all.

The Sith should have realized they were in system by now, so he looked to Admiral Baxton his assistant in the battle to come. "Admiral, order the fleet to jump in on the dark side of the moon, program Hyperspace Beacon," He paused as the Admiral relayed the orders. "Launch!"

The beacon was placed in the dark side of the moon and within seconds a two large groups of Republic Ships entered real space. They immediately launched Starfighters and a group of Partition-class Interdiction Frigate made a run for open space. Using programmed gravity wells they placed them behind the Orbital Guns where a group of Menagerie-Class Drop Pod Carrier entered real space and instantly launched their drop pods. They were now at the mercy of the orbital guns ans so were the frigates without proper protection, but they did their mission.

Tobias new this was a sacrifice, however, they had their mission to do. The 82nd had their mission now, and he was now to take on his. "Command 1st and 4th to enter a defensive stance around the station, do not need a Sith running our operation base right out the gate," He looked out the View Port, "Sent transponders to the Commenorians and let them know we are here."

This was a start to his moves to securing the Core Worlds.

Fleets:

Spoiler

1st Sector Fleet “Fighting First”
1x Tenant-class Star Carrier
5x Mephirium Class Battlecruiser
5x Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier
5x Lightbringer-class Star Defender
3x Sovv-class Artillery Frigate
20x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
4x Partition-class Interdiction Frigate
10x Preserver-class Corvette
10x Jansserie-Class Shield Corvette

50x E90 E-Wing Starfighter
17x TCW-09 Proton Torpedo Bomber
20x AS-B19 Bomber
40x Awaud Superior Mark-12

4th Sector Fleet “GA Defence Force Remnant”
1x Colony-Class Battlecruiser
2x MC180 Progenitor-class Supercarrier
5x Endurance II-class Fleet Carrier
4x Myrmidon-class Frigate
10x EF91 Nebulon-D Frigate
20x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
10x Jansserie-Class Shield Corvette
20x GR-90E Transport

29x BTL-S7 Y-Wing Bomber
30x Awaud Superior Mark-12
40x E90 E-Wing Starfighter
5x Needler-Class Starfighters

Moves:
- Military Station Drops into System
- 1st and 4th Republic Fleets enter System
- Drop Pod Cruisers launch Drop Pods onto planet
- Fleet protect the station and awaiting orders

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Hyperspace -> Approaching Commenor
Objective: Vengeance
Allies: Commenor, [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Mykes Vatak"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: Sith Empire, First Order

Command Deck​

ANS Nemo's Revenge​

Alliance Core Fleet​

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"That's the signal. Your orders, fleet admiral?"

Mazik Stazi turned away from the endless void of deadspace to examine the datapad offered to him by his Mon Calamari first officer Commander Bashir. The encrypted signal codes appeared authentic, which meant that the now Republic aligned 4th Sector Fleet was in position and Commenor's leadership had given the final green light. It had taken some doing, transporting nearly the entire Core Fleet so far into the heart of the space it used to protect, but by slipping through first Confederate and then Silver Jedi space the Alliance-in-Exile forces had managed to avoid the watchful gaze of Sith mandate worlds.

"All hands, begin jump prep," he barked at last. A command which Bashir readily echoed to ensure it was heard.

Relations with the Systems Alliance had always been peaceful, but during the heights of the Galactic Alliance they had never developed into natural allies. There were disagreements over the Alliance's early handling of Atrisia, and a reputation for the Commenori nobility to tolerate deviant Force practitioners at court. With the First Order encroaching on their allies in the Outer Rim, this was no doubt the last place anyone expected them to be. But Mazik was looking at the whole board, he no longer sought to simply crush his enemies, but rather bleed them dry.

They had learned of the Commenori insurgency through their intelligence contacts within the fledgling New Republic, and immediately begun quietly shipping both material and personnel through the neutral territories of former Alliance space. The duros held no special love for Queen Kay and her people, but the empires of the galaxy had overextended their hands, and he would take advantage of this arrogant folly to always fight them where they were weakest. Even if this operation failed to liberate the people, there was still a potential to inflict massive damage to the Sith Empire that was just impossible to ignore.

"Prepared to jump on your mark, admiral."

Stazi nodded brusquely, pointing out into the void, "Execute."

He gripped a handrail to brace himself for the slight tremor of acceleration as starlines exploded all around them into the luminescent azure of hyperspace. Duties as executive dispatched for the moment, Commander Bashir returned to his post at his superior's side. Pointedly ignoring the faint trembling in Mazik's hands, he placed a hand on the duros' shoulder.

"What do you say, Stazi?" the Mon Cal asked him softly, beginning their pre-battle ritual, "Fight em till we can't?"

Nodding appreciatively, he rubbed his hands until they stopped shaking, "Fight em till we can't."

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Alliance Core Fleet

Spoiler

ANS Nemo's Revenge
1x Citadel-class Star Defender
1x Endurance II-class Fleet Carrier
3x Scythe-class Heavy Cruisers
2x Liberator MK II Cruisers
3x MC42 Star Cruisers
4x Quasar Fire-class Light Carriers
5x CR-37 FarStar Corellian Carriers
6x Nebulon-D Escort Frigates
3x CR112 Corvettes
4x Hammerhead Corvettes
20x Dirigible-class Corvettes

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Commenor Orbit
Objective: Avenge Mon Calamari
Allies: CSA, [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Kaine Australis"], etc.
Enemies: TSE, FO

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Mon Calamari would not be forgotten.​

Fueled by pride and hungry for revenge, dozens of Mon Calamari cruisers emerged from hyperspace, bristling with weaponry and advanced shielding. Right in the center of the formation, a huge battlecruiser lead the school of massive fish through the vast, oceanic expanses of space. As more and more ships emerged from hyperspace, the space for kilometers around was filled with long, bulbous white and gray vessels.

Rick Kaloo himself sat in the bridge of the battlecruiser, which was only his temporary flagship for the time. A vessel twice its size with four times its power was nearing completion above D'Qar, but still had a week or two of production left. In the meantime, targets were locked at a furious pace, starfighters were deployed, and boarding shuttles were prepared. Like his crew, Rick was fueled by revenge and an urge to send the Sith flying back to whatever hell they were born from. A small voice in the back of his head reminded him that hate and vengeance lead to the dark side. However, Rick's determination and hatred for the Sith outweighed his consciousness, and it took control.

"Warheads, turbolasers, ion cannons, it makes no difference. Fire them all, and don't stop until they drop!!!" Rick yelled with growing passion.

Before even hearing the end of the cry, the crews of the Mon Calamari vessels began opening fire. Every single capital-grade weapon in the galaxy was now on display as thousands of turbolaser bolts, concussion missiles, ion missiles, ion bolts, and EWAR jammers were thrown at an overwhelmed blockade fleet, devastating all in its path. Hundreds of X, Y, A, and E-wings joined the fray, struggling not to get hit by the sheer quantity of friendly fire.

Spoiler: Task Force Mon Calamari

SFV Morty - Shielding: 100% - Armor: 100% - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet

Spoiler: Task Force Mon Calamari

20x Providence-class light destroyers - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet
10x Endurance II-class fleet carriers - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet
10x Scythe-class heavy cruisers - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet
15x Twinkie-class light cruisers - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet
50x Essex-class starfighter killers - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet
20x Kalla-class missile corvettes - Firing At: Sith Blockade Fleet

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[Tin'tinag]

Location Orbit: Fighter Screening The CSA Resolute's
Objective: Blow stuff up on the enemy side
Peps: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Ship: A borrowed Fang Typenu

The Twi'lek gave a small whistle at the among of ships that and factions that had come to join in with the liberation of Commoner. She had originally thought only the Alliance in Exile would be lending a hand, but it seemed things were certainly in their favor this day. The new republic despite their current altercations with the Commonwealth and 'other' people were able to spare quite a numerous fleet which was impressive. Though the thing that was the most surprising was the arrival[member="Kaine Australis"] and the Mandos.

From what she knew the ME was a close ally and dirt work doer for the Sith Empire, lending troops and forces to raid Jedi space and help take over new worlds. It seemed kind of strange that they would be helping Commoner escape Sith grasp, or was it due to their past alliance? Something to watch out for in the future, one could never know for sure what such an empire would do next, one day they are enemies the next they are friends.

"Whelp at least this won't be do difficult, with the amount of ships here we could probably invade Korriban with ease, what ever making my day a whole lot better". With so many enemy ships to keep track of Tin would be able to run rings around the Sith ships, not that they had a chance of catching her in the first place. Despite not having fought in a space battle for a while her skills as an ace pilot had not faltered, not it was time to put them to use and lead the bombers to strike at the heart of the enemy fleet. "Anyways it's nice to be working with you again Veiere, just point out a target you want blown out of the sky and a I'll have it done in a jiffy".

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Commenor Orbit
Objective: Annihilation
Allies: Commenor, [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Tobias Dracks"] [member="Mykes Vatak"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]
Enemies: The Sith Empire

https://youtu.be/vVulaCFNL4A​

The armada of the Empire Reborn had been the first to arrive in the system, the last remnants of the Galactic Empire unified under the command of their regent and former Grand Inquisitor, Baron Lannis Morcus. They formed a significant bulk of the liberation fleet, forming the hardened core of the assault alongside The CSA Resolute that would break through the enemy lines. Aboard the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer "Annihilator" that served as his flagship, Morcus gazed out the bridge viewport at the Sith fleet ahead, hands clasped thoughtfully behind his back. When the order to commence the attack came, there would be no hesitation. "Order our vessels to hold this position and commence bombardment of the Sith fleet. Deploy all fighter squadrons and screen the enemy while the other portions of the fleet move into position. If we can stall the Sith long enough, the rest of the fleet can flank around them..."

Swarms of TIE Fighters, TIE Interceptors and TIE Droids were swiftly deployed from the hangar bays of the Baron's fleet, swiftly engaging enemy fighters and keeping them occupied while other elements of the fleet prepared themselves. "Target the proton beam at the nearest Sith Star Destroyer, full reactor ignition.", Morcus said in his usual commanding tone. The concave dish housing the proton beam swiftly began to charge, before unleashing a powerful energy stream at the enemy vessel's command tower, in an attempt to cut it in twain.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pd8fyptDhdk​

 

[WolfMortum]

Admiral: Vikras Ansion.
Status: Engaging the occupying Sith Fleet.
Fleet: Commenori Composition:

• 
  The CSA Resolute - House Arenais Flagship.
  
• 
  20x Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser.
  
• 
  40x Bulwark-Class Escort Frigate.
  
• 
  20x Argonaut-Class Carrier.
  

"Sir! Sensors have picked up another fleet in the sector..." one of the younger crewmen seated alongside her communications officers, turned to inform Admiral Ansion; "...-It's the Republic!" she concluded as the fleets IFF codes were confirmed.

"Alliance Vessels on approach!" came a second voice, an older man of greater experience though no less loyal and worthwhile of Commenor than any other before them; "Calamari...-Wait.." the man paused, now he even surprised by the readings he was given; "The Mandalorian Empire is here? They're hailing us".

"Put it through..." Veiere's voice spoke up as he strode across the bridge to join alongside the Admiral, nodding to Vikras whom seemed momentarily put out by the King speaking over his authority command. A brief tilt of his head and condemning look, followed by a slight smirk between old friends and the Admiral soon gave the confirming nod to his people.

::Resolute, this is Clan Australis. As promised, we stand ready to assist with the liberation of Commenor::​

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Veiere's head lifted in a half nod, a slight rise to the corner of his lips as he soon turned to glance once more to Admiral Ansion, giving him the lead once more. Many people had questioned the Mandalorian's stance in the growing conflict over Commenor, [member="Kaine Australis"] himself had boarded the Resolute following the aftermath of the Siege along with many other representatives of Rebel Cells spread out across the Galaxy where Veiere had sought the support of any calling themselves friend to freedom and liberty.

[member="Loreena Arenais"], his own Daughter had been sent to speak with the Mand'alor, herself. The Empire had not wished to take sides and yet their Warmaster was here now when it counted the most. Veiere would not forget those whom had come to aid them in their fight to take back and avenge the lives of those whom had been wrongly taken by the Empire. The shear number of vessels baring down upon Commenor was a proud sight to behold. The Galaxy had not forgotten them.

The Alliance, Clan Australis and the Republic Fleet would soon receive the Resolute's joint acknowledgement, Admiral Ansion's voice coming through the Comm's. "Friends of Commenor, House Arenais thanks you. The people of Commenor will thank you. Let us reign hell down upon these Heathens".

Following the Admiral's transmission, Veiere turned to look upon the view from the forward observation platform at the head of the Bridge. The Sith Fleet had swarmed and the fighting had begun, they concussive force of turbo-laser fire hitting their shields caused the bridge to rock, Engineering scrambling to call out reports of any damage, the shields holding for the time being though it would be the first of many.

"Show no fear, Vikras...-Bring everyone within range and get our people down on the Surface. We have the numbers, have the Fleet cover the dropships...-We make for Chasin City. Our Queen awaits us...", [member="Tin'tinag"] and her squadron of fighters were supporting the Resolute, her call had been heard and Veiere knew the life expectancy of fighter pilots, it was a grim thought that crossed his mind though in heart he felt for all the people that might lose their lives this day..."Make an example of them" he added firmly, moving towards the forward Platform that he might oversee this hell that the Sith Empire had created for themselves.

[member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Baron Morcus"]​

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Location: Nearing the Commenori fleet in Jaster's Sparrow (in sig)
Allies: Commenor and it's friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order and company


Jaster's Sparrow had it's crew. It was small, but enough. Lori was a newly appointed Captain for her new Mantis-class ship given to her by [member="Kaine Australis"]. She'd pay him back for it after a year. This was her first mission on board, and that was to help out her Dad, [member="Veiere Arenais"] .

She looked to her pilot [member="Orrico Wayke"] as he dropped them out of hyperspace, with [member="Tirtus Vex"] serving as his co-pilot. As soon as the streaks of light turned into pinpricks, she got up from her chair and walked to the viewport, seeing the formations ahead of them already moving into position.

"I'm gonna hail my Dad so that they don't shoot us. He doesn't know this ship. Neither does Vikras." No doubt the Admiral would be in charge of the Commenori fleet. Lori headed over to communications and sat down on the chair. This was supposed to be [member="Arekk"] 's spot, but the man didn't want to go to war. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before signalling the Resolute. ~Resolute, this is Lori on Jaster's Sparrow. We're real close and have come to help! Where do you want us?~

She chewed the inside of her cheek. Already she was getting hungry. It had been a while since she ate last. [member="Mark Cross"] was the ship's chef and he made sure that neither of them went into battle on an empty tummy. Maybe it was just her nerves, but she was already craving another snack. Growth spurt maybe.

Right now they just had to wait.

 

[Onrai]

The Sith Empire had been easing up on the active fleet presence in Commenor. There were still significant fleet assets present, the 19th Superiority Fleet and the 1st Bombard Fleet both within the system to inflict whatever harm was necessary on pirates and remaining insurgents. Some Maldrood irregular units were also within the system, serving as Vanessa Vantai's source of influence.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Mykes Vatak"] [member="Tin'tinag"]

It was the 19th that would first notice something wrong. They were hardly an elite unit, unlike the 1st, but they were of average training and capabilities for a fleet. Ships were detected at range - a relatively large fleet of Commenori vessels, in concert with a variety of hodgepodge types and classes. Ships were immediately set to red alert and readied themselves to engage.

[member="Tobias Dracks"]

A portion of the 19th would be engaging the interdiction frigates that exited planetary orbit.

[member="Kaine Australis"]

Some of the 1st would engage the Mandalorian fleet, providing information through the Sith-controlled communications network to Sith assets outside the system that there were traitor Mandalorians.

[member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Rick Kaloo"]

Some more of the 1st would engage the Alliance core fleet, as well as the Mon Calamari task force.

[member="Baron Morcus"]

It was the Maldrood irregular units, several Silencer-class dreadnoughts, that would move to engage the Empire Reborn's fleet. Their own super-heavy proton beams would charge and fire upon the enemy ships, though the lead Silencer's shields would be reduced to practically nonexistent levels, leaving its hull open to bombings.

 

[Manfreid von Donitz]

Captain Manfreid von Dönitz
Commanding: Battle Group Eighty One
Designation: The Pack
Objective: Bring back any and all First Order Personal/Civilians home.
Allies: First Order and Sith Empire
Enemies: Any who engages in combat with The First Order

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"Chase Wind on a Windy day."​

Steel. Steel and Order.

Those words embodied by all crewmen under Captain Dönitz. Nerves of Steel and Order above all.

Manfreid breathed deeply, his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes stared intently at the holo-map in the center of his bridge. Communications continued from the surface, and soon the rest of the First Embassy would find themselves in their transports and in his ship's hangers. While Manfreid doubted they needed a large battle group for an escort and transportation mission, warnings had been made that possible terrorists fleets were harassing several hyperspace lanes. The quicker we get the Embassy in our Hangers, the quicker we can return to First Order space.

He moved away from the holo-map, the other ships of his battle group remained primed to jump out the moment given the order and three TIE squadrons had already departed to begin air coverage and keep a clear air space for their transports. Careful and slow, Manfreid ran his fingers along his cheek to his chin, the warmth of flesh turned cold of the metal of his augments. His hand dropped back to his side, and Manfreid blinked several times, Am I nervous? The thought nearly broke through into a serious response but he had no time to ponder on imagined worries.

The real problem had arrived.

Alarms blared to life all along the bridge, feet stamped across to their battle positions and Manfreid approached his Holo-Map table and took notice of several glaring issues. "Have the TIEs return and reconnect ourselves to the Embassy." Orders spoke with urgency as two Comm Officers nodded and quickly attempted to reestablish communications with their ground team and the Embassy.

Manfreid had no intention of maneuvering his battle group to engage with a hostile fleet, neither did he had any urges to simply jump out of sector. First Order officials and civilians had not been recovered and with what appeared to be a full on assault on the planet, he needed to bring the Embassy and any First Order personal home.

"I want Dinara and Nikita to advance ahead and hold position thirty kilometers from our own position along with their Picket Corvette escort." Manfreid watched carefully as his two Heavy Cruisers sailed across space to their designated positions. "-Now have Aleandra and Alyosha maneuver themselves between Dinara and Nikita." His eyes tracked the holo-map's image of his two Light Cruisers settle themselves neatly between his Heavy Cruisers and his own Carrier.

With a few steps, he turned away from the holo-map and approached his Comm Officers. Unfortunately their signals had not been able to break through the jamming that had commenced before the arrival of the hostile fleet. Narrowed eyes he turned back to his holo-map, his finger traced a rather grim defense line of the Sith Empire's remaining fleet.

"The attempts to reach out for outside reinforcements?"

"Messages barely received, but due to the intensity of the jammers detailed messages are not advisable."

Captain Dönitz crossed both arms over his chest and let his chin rest on his right hand, Commenor space had suddenly turned into a battle grounds. His battle group were only equipped to handle smaller engagements and escort missions, while he would give his Wolf pack credit it still appeared rather disconcerting. He could not afford a large fleet engagement, regardless of the situation, Manfreid peered over to the bridge's view screen and stared at the planet.

Good people were still trapped on the surface, First Oder personal he was responsible for retrieving and bringing back home alive. "Scramble the rest of the fighters and bring our ship closer to the planet's orbit and over our Embassy." Manfreid ordered to his bridge. The helmsman nodded and slowly The Nadette began to move closer and into the planet's orbit.

With their excellent M39 Comms connection, they could perhaps break through to the Embassy. Just need to move us closer to the ground as much as possible. Manfreid could not move his Carrier to far away to give assistance to his Cruisers, but neither could the Cruisers be too far away to grant him assistance.

"Once you can get a message sent, tell our Embassy we're sending them transports and heading back home." Manfreid ordered.

Spoiler: Battle-Group Eighty One

Carrier:
Vanguard-Class Fleet Carrier The Nadette (Flagship of Captain Dönitz) Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Light Cruisers:
851K Falchion-Class Bastion Cruiser The Dinara Hull: 100% Shields: 100%
851K Falchion-Class Bastion Cruiser The Nikita Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Heavy Cruisers:
Predator-Class Star Destroyer The Aleandra Hull: 100% Shields: 100%
Predator-Class Star Destroyer The Alyosha Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Corvettes:
8x The Blitz-Class Picket Corvette Four assigned to each Predator-Class Star Destroyer

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: Commenori Space, Flight Deck of the Jasper's Sparrow
Allies: [member="Tirtus Vex"] [member="Mark Cross"] [member="Loreena Arenais"]
Enemies: First Order, Sith

Orrico couldn't lie, he had missed flying combat missions. Though there was a moment when he looked out over the converging ships and saw ships he distinctly recognized as First Order ships that caused a pang of sadness to run through him. He'd never been devoted to the First Order's cause, he had served for the sake of service. It was simply the military of choice for a young Bakuran like him. And yet, he hadn't spent a decade and a half among their number without making friends. How many of them would he kill today?

Orrico pushed such thoughts from his mind. Such was the way of war. Allegiances changed, sides were switched, backs were stabbed. At least he wasn't flying a tin-can TIE fighter any more. Orrico pulled the ship back to a crawl, hanging back away from the brewing fight as Lori contacted the command ships to announce their presence. "Welcome home, lil' lady..."

He allowed him one more moment of contemplation. Then it was time for business. "Cross, you and Cap'n best be getting to your gunner positions." He glanced sidelong to the Chiss sitting beside him. "Mister Vex, Get our sensors configured so we can tell who's who."

He began flipping switches, diverting power away from the hyperdrive and into the weapon systems. "Shields up, weapons active. Ready for Red Alert status on your mark, Cap'n."

He glanced behind him as he fastened his crash harness. "I'd also suggest strapping in before the shooting starts."

 

[Tirtus Vex]

Location: Commenori Space, Jasper's Sparrow
Objective: Aid in the liberation
Aliies: [member="Orrico Wayke"] / [member="Loreena Arenais"] / [member="Mark Cross"] / [member="Veiere Arenais"] / Liberation fleets
Enemies: Sith Empire / First Order

Finally a proper combat engagement. Tritus wish he was commanding one of the larger ships that were taking part in this battle, like his days with the Ascendancy. But he had a job to do, and it was quite important to the survival of the newly formed crew. He nodded to Wayke before activating the scanners, watching as multiple friendly and hostile targets appeared onto the screen, this was going to be fun.

"Scanners active, I suggest we screen for fighters once the battle begins, we don't have the firepower to take on much else." It was times like this that Tritus wished his own species were more involved in galactic affairs. Their help would be an asset to say the least, but alas they were few and far between. At least he was serving a military force again, even in a limited capacity. "Captain, I'll do my best to provide tactical analyses, however without access to the scanner data from your father's fleet, I can only do so much."

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Location: Commenor System, Behind the Moon Brelor
Objective: Liberate Commenor, Secure Intel
Opponent: Sith Empire, First Order, Allies | [member="Vanessa Vantai"], [member="Manfreid von Donitz"]
Allies: Commenor, Allies | [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Baron Morcus"], [member="Rick Kaloo"], [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Kaine Australis"]

This looked like easy mission for him, but his opening moves were the acceptable losses. Both the Drop Ship Carriers and the Corvettes were lost to both the Defense Stations but as well as the Sith Fleet that was protecting the planet. He knew that inserting the Airborne Marines and land on the planet. So far it seemed that one of the fleets were attempting to Jam the communications channels of the system. However, the Republic Navy was well aware of this common ability and as such Tobias looked to a Droid Operator, "Relies the Thirteens, wide spread and keep one tagged with encrypted beacons."

At this point the fleets released the many NN-13 Droids that bypassed any jamming. When the last of the Droids were sent out, the operator looked back at the Vice Chancellor, "Orders have been completed sir."

Tobias then noticed that the First Order ships were also in orbit in of the planet. Were they really joining the conflict, however, it seemed their fleet did not make any active attacks towards the ships that entered the planets attack radius. It seemed that they just placed themselves over the capital. Ships and Dropships were sent out of the ships while the fleet just held in a defensive stance.

The Vice Chancellor looked to the commanding officer, "Admiral, send the first over to block the First Order, and open a channel along Secured Laser Line Communications towards the lead ship."

Admiral Baxton looked at the Chancellor his hands placed behind his back and raised a brow, "Splitting the Fleet is ill advised sir, we should let the Alliance and the Commenorians deal with the enemy fleets and we can secure the system from fleeing ships."

Tobias only continues to look out the windows. "We are allies in the conflict, but from reports is that the Sith were the main cause of this take over, the First Order still holds an agreement with the Commenorian people, and as Commenor is not part of the Republic we can not make decisions for them, send the fleet with the following message."

The Admiral only bowed his head, he was a soldier and listening to the orders of the superior officer. "Send it Commander, inform Rear Admiral George to make contact with the First Order Fleet."

The reptilian being began to record his message to the leader of the First Order officer as well, "First Order Vessels, this is Vice Chancellor Tobias Dracks of the New Republic, we are here to liberate the people of Commenor at the request of their King and Queen, stand down your forces and evacuate your citizens, the New Republic Fleet moving in will secure your route where you and your people will leave the system, I repeat, Stand Down and Evacuate from this system, our fight is with the unlawful occupation of Commenor."

He figured they would not leave their allies to the innumerable force that just arrived so far from any reinforcements. But he wanted to at least say that they gave the garrison force the opportune to leave the system. It would be interesting to see where this would lead, but he held back the 4th Fleet that was still guarding one of the Moons of Commenor.

Fleets:

Spoiler

1st Sector Fleet “Fighting First”
1x Tenant-class Star Carrier
5x Mephirium Class Battlecruiser
5x Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier
5x Lightbringer-class Star Defender
3x Sovv-class Artillery Frigate
20x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
4x Partition-class Interdiction Frigate
10x Preserver-class Corvette
10x Jansserie-Class Shield Corvette

50x E90 E-Wing Starfighter
17x TCW-09 Proton Torpedo Bomber
20x AS-B19 Bomber
40x Awaud Superior Mark-12

Moves:
- 4th Fleet stay in defense of the Dawner I Station
- 1st Fleet moves into a Defensive Stance opposite of the First Order Fleet
- Message was sent to the First Order Fleet
- The New Republic Ground Army readies on the Space Station.

 

[Mazik Stazi]

Location: Commenor System
Objective: Aggressive Negotiations
Allies: Commenor, [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Rick Kaloo"], [member="Baron Morcus"]
Enemies: Sith Empire, First Order, [member="Manfreid von Donitz"]

Command Deck​

ANS Nemo's Revenge​

Alliance Core Fleet​

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Stazi's battlelines came under fire almost as soon as they arrived in system. Long range energy blasts rippled across the Revenge's shields, forcing the fleet's Scythe heavy cruisers to tighten their formation to absorb the assaults of the Sith Imperial First Bombard Fleet. The sheer industrial might of the Sith was undeniable, but so too had the Commenori people assembled a mighty coalition of the willing to assail a fortress whose wardens had assumed was impenetrable. A Republic reborn, Mandalorian mercenaries, even remnant forces of the so called Galactic Empire, all working in unison to deny the tyrants of this galaxy their foothold in the Core.

"Launch fighters and break for orbit!"

Together, he and Commander Bashir plotted a parabolic trajectory that would angle them away from the Sith armada's fire. Once they had clawed their way into high orbit, the fleet would launch attack craft bound for the surface before each split off into wolf packs on search and destroy missions. Fighter screens, beleaguered attack corvettes, waylaid artillery frigates, no target was too small. If the Sith wished to test their limits in a war of attrition, Mazik would oblige them. Leave the star destroyers to the heroes, all he cared about was confirmed kills.

"Fleet Admiral, I think you better listen to this," the Revenge's Mon Cal first officer nudged his shoulder, offering him a com headset, "The Republic Vice Chancellor is broadcasting on an open band."

Mazik settled the headset over his ears, and as he listened the transmission began to scowl deeply.

"Get me the Crimson Hope, secure channel."

Bashir relayed his order, and once their bridge crew hailed the Dawner I station the XO signaled him to begin.

"This is Admiral Mazik Stazi, Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet. I did not come here to provide safe passage for the First Order. We don't owe the Commenori dren. I will not acknowledge any armistice, if you will not assist us then I urge you not to intervene. You have been warned, Hope."

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Attack Group Light's Hammer

Spoiler

ANS Nemo's Revenge
1x Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
1x MC42 Star Cruiser
1x Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
1x CR-37 FarStar Corellian Carrier
2x Nebulon-D Escort Frigates
1x CR112 Corvette
1x Hammerhead Corvette
5x Dirigible-class Corvettes

Summary of Actions:

• Alliance-in-Exile Core Fleet jumps in, launches fighters and approaches orbit under fire.
• Nemo's Revenge and 3 Scythe Heavy Cruisers take minor shield damage from attack by 1st Bombard Fleet.
• Once in orbit, the Fleet begins to break off into smaller hunting packs as they launch attack craft for the surface. This planetary wave is accompanied by both Liberator MK II Cruisers.
• Attack Group Light's Hammer under Fleet Admiral Stazi's direct command begins plotting a course towards the closest First Imperial vessels, weapons charged.

 

[Tin'tinag]

Location Orbit: Fighter ScreeningThe CSA Resolute's
Objective: Blow stuff up on the enemy side
Good Peps: [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Mykes Vatak"]
Bad Peps: [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
Ship: A borrowed Fang Typenu

"Hey Tinny, seems that the FO had some sort of stake in this battle, looks like they are trying to evac some sort of ground froce from the planet". Looking out her window the Twi'lek took not of what one of her wingmen said, "hu, never thought they were involved in this, looks like the New republic is letting em go, what a waste, though they are not our problem". "The Sith fleet is the main goal, unless the First Order ties open fire on us or attempt to attack an ally don't waste energy on them". "Roger that, we going after the 19th fleets from the Empire right, seems like they are prepping an attack".

The squadron looked on as the CSA ships and SE fleet exchanged turbo laser fire, for the moment the distance preventing their point defense from targeting the bombers and strike fighters. "Keep back and protect the cruisers until we get close enough, if they try to launch fighters intercept, just remember we have the advantage in numbers for once". "The Sith can't use their human wave tactics here, but keep on guard, who knows what cowardly tactics they may employ to keep us at bay". With her orders out the squadrons formed a formed up with Tin's fighter, holding the flanks of the Resistance of Commenor - Rebel Fleet until crap hit the fan.

 

[LT-137]

Twisuns Praetor Khonsu Amon
Commanding: “The Thychani Myrmidons,” of the Golden Company.
Subcontracted To: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Location: Hyperspace Reversion - The Colonies - Commenor System.
Objective: Fulfill Contractual Obligations.
Allies: Mandalorians, Commenori Liberators, Mon Calamari Avengers, New Republic Forces, Etc.
Enemies: The First Order, The Sith Empire.

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Post Theme​

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GCV Solvognen​

Command Deck​

Operation Commencement​

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The Twisuns Praetor found it almost comical, that he and his men would find themselves returning to the world of Commenor as Liberators, rather than Conquerors as they had before when bound to serve the Sith Empire. He wondered how their arrival would be perceived, and if they’d be welcomed into the Liberation Armada - or kept to the side as nothing more than Allies of Convenience that would be inevitably dealt with once the Sith-Imperial Occupying forces were dealt with. Knowing little of the Commanders who helmed the various Battlecruisers and Starships that formed the Commenori Collective, there was a chance that such a grisly fate awaited them after they collected their dues.

Revenge was a dish best served cold, and there was nothing colder than slaughtering those bound to your service by the promise of coin. It was something he would do if the shoe was on the other foot. Not only would he be all the richer for such callous murder, but it utterly removed the possibility of those Sellswords being used against you - when another enemy came to the fore. While such thoughts could be considered paranoid, they were admittedly healthy in many regards, as the livelihood of his forces would be in the hands of people that were once his enemies.

With a heavy sigh slipping through his darkened lips, Khonsu silenced the thousand-fold possibilities that awaited him. Such speculations would do his compatriots and subordinates little good once the battle was joined. As the air was expelled from his lungs and was subsequently replaced with freshly recycled vapour; the Sun Guard began tapping his taloned fingers against the armrest. The man felt the tendrils of impatience slowly take root, as the viewscreen before his eyes were rife with the swirling azure tides of Hyperspace.

“My Lord,” the Ship’s Praefectus stated, breaking the Thyrsian’s trance-like state and drawing his darkened gaze. “We’ll be reverting momentarily. None of our vessels have broken formation during lightspeed, and report that they’re ready to serve at your command.”

Khonsu nodded, dipping his crested helm

“Very well. Once we have made the translation to Commenori space, contact our Paymasters and inform them that we’ve arrived and that we shall begin our Operations at once.”

With his commands given, the Twisuns Praetor turned his gaze towards a hololothic projector affixed to his newly obtained Command Throne, where his armoured fingers danced across the terminal and activated the device. The projector pad’s flickering light bathed the Gilded Warrior in its brilliant crimson hue, yet no image materialized - as one would expect. Khonsu’s fingers carried on with their almost sonorous dance across the keypad, as the Command Deck began settling in for their translation to realspace. The act was tedious, but when it was complete, the projector pad was synonymously linked to the tactical hololith that was situated far behind his command throne. There, he would be capable of overseeing his taskforce’s operations in real space - without having to recuse himself from his Basalt throne.

When the moment of reversion came, it passed with nothing more than a whisper - as the forward view screen displayed the swirling tides of hyperspace fading into an endless field of stars, and the wistfully spinning orb of Commenor.

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The Thyrsian Warships - a rare and almost unrecorded sight amongst the stars - spilled onto the planes of reality in a staggered formation; something that was, again, uncommon amongst the myriad Navies that populated the Galaxy. It was both a tactical choice, as well as a thematic one; for the Sun Guard wished to showcase their divergence from the dogmatic tendencies of ‘Imperialized’ naval doctrines that have taken hold of the Universe at large. There were small similarities, however, as the ‘Solvognen’ was at the centre of the incohesive line of battle that was in turn, surrounded by a myriad of escorts ranging from Corvettes and Starfighters.

After the disorganized mob of hungry, gilded children finished their overlapping reversions, the Taskforce began its approach towards the planet - and the ensuing battle thereafter. As their subspace engines ignited, and they were propelled forwards, a tight-beam transmission was sent towards the planet - which was subsequently intercepted by the massive vessel that bore the name ‘Never Again’ from it’s signalling pennants. Like the Praefectus was ordered, the Primary Communications Officer aboard the ‘Solvognen” transmitted a message to their Mandalorian paymasters indicating that their forces were now on station, and would take out any targets of opportunity whilst they awaited new orders.

With that deed done, the Hunters began turning their sights towards their newfound Prey - and began their Selection...

= The Thychani Myrmidon's =​

Task Force List and Status(es) ​

 

[WolfMortum]

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Admiral Ansion stood alongside Commenor's King now, watching as the allied fleet moved against the surrounding blockade over their Home-world. To say that he was concerned during such a time would be expected, though the look on his face as he studied the enemy fleet and found their numbers to be overwhelmingly less than he had anticipated, left him with questions. "It would seem that home is well within sight, Veiere" Vikras spoke quietly between the two, though his voice trailed a moment.

Volleys of turbo-laser fire continued to pummel against opposing sides as the Rebel Fleet battled against the remaining Sith Armada. Veiere could feel his friends anticipation however, the Admiral had his doubts about the outcome of the battle and the King too had to wonder where the rest of the Empire was hiding. Down on the surface, the fight would soon be erupting into chaos no doubt as the rebels sought to retake the capital city, securing the Queen and Veiere's children's safety to ensure dominion over Commenor. Perhaps it was down there, that Veiere could expect he same illusions of grandeur that had been spoken to him as he had been forced to kneel before the Emperor and watch his home-world be over-run with violence and death.

"Sir, the Republic Fleet's reporting First Order vessels en-route to Commenor. They don't appear to be engaging...-It looks like the Alliance had turned on an intercept", Veiere listened as the Admiral's attention was called for. Turning alongside Vikras, Veiere's hand reached out to give the Admiral pause. "Do not engage the First Order. Our priority here is the Sith..." Veiere spoke, making it clear that he was far more interested in freeing his home-world from occupation, than taking the fight to the First Order.

"Understood..." Vikras answered the King reluctantly before turning to relay his command to the rest of the crew. "Continue targeting all Sith Empire Navy in the sector. Report any losses from our Allies" the Admiral frowned as he spoke, hoping that whatever the Alliance fleet in mind, it wouldn't detriment the liberation and cause of their endeavors here for Commenor.

They were in the thick of it now. TIE's screamed passed the bridge as the Sith Empire's fighter squadrons had been unleashed to counter the Rebel Fleet, their Star Destroyer's well within range of the Commenori, the CSA Resolute rocked against the explosion of a Bulwark-Class Escort Frigate going up in flames as its shields failed and the nose began to dive down towards Commenor. The loss of the crew aboard the escorting shuttle caused Veiere's heart to skip a beat, the void that had consumed the natural flow of life where those poor souls had been, silently echoing around him as the Force was pained.

"Deploy all remaining Squadrons! Target that Destroyer, take her down Goddamn it!" Vikras yelled above the sound of battle hammering against their hull. The Shields of the Resolute holding for the time being, though all around them, vessels on both sides were waning under the ensuing conflict.

~ Resolute, this is Lori on Jaster's Sparrow. ​

We're real close and have come to help! Where do you want us? ~​

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The voice of Veiere's daughter, [member="Loreena Arenais"] came in over the Comm's to which the King hadn't expected. So much had been happening around them that he hadn't realized she had planned to fight alongside the rest of the Fighter Pilots. The Admiral moved to the comm's station, paused and turned to glance towards Veiere hesitantly, as if looking for the man's approval. Lori had always been headstrong and stubborn, never afraid to face up to a fight if she believed in it's cause and the Mandalorian's had nurtured her strengths well. Giving a nod, Veiere sighed under his breath, turning back to the view port leaving Vikras to organize them as he would any other squadron.

"Jaster's Sparrow this is Admiral Ansion. Engage all hostile squadrons, cover the Resolute and protect the troop dropships if you can. The more people that reach the surface, the greater chance we have in securing the Queen's safety".

[member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]​

 

[Manfreid von Donitz]

Captain Manfreid von Dönitz
Commanding: Battle Group Eighty One
Designation: The Pack
Objective: Bring back any and all First Order Personal/Civilians home.
Allies: First Order and Sith Empire
Enemies: Any who engages in combat with The First Order
In Contact: [member="Tobias Dracks"]

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"Chase the Wind on a Windy Day."​

Lower, we need to go lower towards the surface. Captain Manfreid peered intently at his Comm Officers desperate in their attempts to reach the First Order Embassy. His eyes pulled him back to the Holo-Map and nodded once at their defensive stance, but the Sith Fleet appeared rather uncoordinated but thankfully had attracted the bulk of the Hostile Fleets.

Unfortunately attention had not all been placed towards the Sith Fleet, the Commander on board The Aleandra had forwarded a message that had been sent from one of the Fleets in system. Captain Manfreid gestured for the message to be played over the Holo-Table, several of his Staff Officers stood patient and still as this Vice Chancellor of the Republic both warned and promised to all First Order vessels that safe passage out of this system was possible. Only under these specific guidelines. Captain Manfreid breathed deeply and indirectly waved away the message.

An alarm had already been received during the playback of the Republic's message that a detachment from a different Fleet had plotted an intercept direction of their ships. The Sith Fleet appeared strained to close of collapse even in Captain Manfreid's opinion, and given the fact that once the Sith Fleet had been dealt with his own ships would be targeted. But I need to grab the those still left in the Embassy.

Captain Manfreid pulled one of the Comm Officers away and directed him to send a message back to the Republic Fleet, "This is Captain Manfreid von Dönitz of the Battle Group Detachment Eight One. We are under no orders to engage in combat with any foreign fleet. We are here to retrieve our First Order Civilians and Personal from the planet Commenor."

"You must understand we will not leave until all of our Citizens and Personal have entered First Order Vessels. Your power readings will show that none of our Weapons Systems are fully powered. And as a show of good faith, they will remain so during our evacuation process. Though as a warning, any hostility taken by any First Order vessel will be met in kind. As such we will not engage in any hostilities towards any Vessel within this system should we be granted safe passage." Captain Manfreid nodded once towards his Comm Officer and the message sent.

He would deal with any political fallout after he returned back to First Order space, for the moment he dared not to look a gift Tauntaun in the mouth. A good deal all the same, should the Republic be honorable. The First Order Captain peered back towards the Holo-Table and ordered the Helmsman to take his ship lower to the surface, almost directly overhead of the Embassy. If I can't reach the Embassy over Comms, I'll just reach them with the Transport ships. His hanger already primed and ready to receive any and all evacuees should any come in hurt or wounded in any fashion.

Manfreid steeled himself, a sharp intake of breath, his eyes carefully traced the Holo-Images before he walked over to the view port of the bridge. Commenor's surface soon filled their screen and the engines of all Transport ships whirled to life, no orders needed to be yelled nor any sharp words from the Captain. Their mission's goal stood below them.

Spoiler: Battle Group Eight One

Carrier:
Vanguard-Class Fleet Carrier The Nadette (Flagship of Captain Dönitz) Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Light Cruisers:
851K Falchion-Class Bastion Cruiser The Dinara Hull: 100% Shields: 100%
851K Falchion-Class Bastion Cruiser The Nikita Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Heavy Cruisers:
Predator-Class Star Destroyer The Aleandra Hull: 100% Shields: 100%
Predator-Class Star Destroyer The Alyosha Hull: 100% Shields: 100%

Corvettes:
8x The Blitz-Class Picket Corvette Four assigned to each Predator-Class Star Destroyer

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Commenor Orbit
Objective: Avenge Mon Calamari
Allies: CSA, [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], etc.
Enemies: TSE, FO (Currently NPC)

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Chaos reigned.​

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Dozens of Sith reinforcements had jumped nearly right on top of Rick's Mon Calamari task force, catching them completely off guard and temporarily disorienting their ranks. The Sith had taken advantage of their surprise, brutally raining fire down on the Mon Calamari fleet. However, they were not deterred. Soon, Rick had realized the extent of the counterattack and altered targets, point-blank broadsides quickly breaking out throughout the intermixed fleets. The scene soon resembled the Battle of Coruscant from over eight hundred years ago, as countless, massive ships from both sides engaged each other.

In Rick's battlecruiser, Morty, Rick watched as a Providence exploded a kilometer ahead of the flagship, beaten into submission by a Xo'xaan. In the meantime, Morty's shields were taking a serious beating as escort Destroyers danced with the Sith. X-Wings and TIEs weaved through the battle, firing bolts at each other while avoiding and even skimming the defense guns of the battleships.

"Keep up the broadside!" yelled Rick. "Try to single them out, but if any more reinforcements come, feel free to withdraw on Morty!"

In response, Morty and its two remaining Providence escorts fired a second salvo of concussion and ion missiles, many hitting cleanly on the Sith Destroyers and frigates. Then, their turbolasers powered up again as they unleashed powerful forward fire on the still recovering Sith, destroying a few Xo'Xaans that had already taken heavy fire.

The pride of the Mon Calamari had not yet been lost.

Spoiler: Task Force Mon Calamari

SFV Morty - Shielding: 57% - Armor: 93% - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements

Spoiler: Task Force Mon Calamari

20x Providence-class light destroyers - 3 destroyed - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements
10x Endurance II-class fleet carriers - 1 destroyed - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements
10x Scythe-class heavy cruisers - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements
15x Twinkie-class light cruisers - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements
50x Essex-class starfighter killers - 5 destroyed - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements
20x Kalla-class missile corvettes - Firing At: Sith Reinforcements

Spoiler: Actions'[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT='courier new

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First missile salvo fired
Target altered - Focused on NPC Sith reinforcements, goal to prevent linking to the main Sith blockade fleet
Second missile salvo fired

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