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

[Tin'tinag]

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

The sudden onslaught of the Sith fighters caught even her off guard, a near miss causing her to become mad, the screams of her fellow pilots coming through the commlines. "Everyone fall back protect Arenias as he evacs from the main ship". "There is a huge swam of them commander we are outnumbered". "Not for long". Concentrating with the force Tin's ship seemed to split into two copies, then two more and more until a huge wave of doppelgangers surrounded the resolute.

Unlike illusion these being were more solid, they had force signatures and moved like real pilots, though one could distinguished from a real ship after a quick scan the sudden spawn of them certainly caught the sith fighters by surprises. "Take down the main bombers first then get on the case of those strike fighters, and be quick I can only hold these guys up for so long". "Aye aye commander". Whipping the fighters around the squadron cam up behind the assaulting fighters, using the temporary clones as bait and cover to dive onto the heavy Sith ships.

"For a force looking to withdraw from the system they certainly got a whole heap of fire power, any ways boy it's a wamp rat shoot, just don't get cocky".

 

[Tirtus Vex]

Location: Commenori Space, Jasper's Sparrow
Objective: Aid in the liberation
Allies: [member="Loreena Arenais"] / [member="Orrico Wayke"] / [member="Veiere Arenais"] / [member="Kaine Australis"] / Liberation Fleets
Enemies: Sith Empire / First Order

Tritus was violently shaken as Orrico performed his manoeuvre. It was definitely a new one for the Chiss, unorthodox yet quite effective. With the mandolorians engaging the fighters and new orders to head to the surface, he would have to leave his comments until later.

"Agreed, your father knows what we can do to best aid the liberation. We can always reenter the fight if they need us." He then began scanning the ship for damage, finding only minor hull damage with their shield still holding. The lightning gun would take some time to recharge, but on the ground it would be less useful. "Wonder if we'll find Asajj when we head to the surface..."

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Commenori Orbit
Objective: Cripple the Dreadnaughts
Post: 2

The Empire Reborn's fleet was certainly taking a beating from the Sith Dreadnoughts, yet Imperial II-class Star Destroyers were sturdy ships, and they continued to hold out admirably against the enemy beam attacks upon their shields, for now. Waves of TIE Bombers, protected by the Empire Reborn's elite TIE Defender wings to screen them from enemy attack, emerged from the hangar bays of many of the Star Destroyers, unleashing their payloads upon the weakened Sith Dreadnoughts, supported by an overwhelming torrent of combined turbolaser fire from the fleet itself, and proton beams from the Conqueror-class Star Destroyer.

Meanwhile, Morcus had decided to aid in the fighter engagement personally. Boarding his TIE Advanced x1, he and a four fighter squadron of TIE Defender Elites emerged from the Conqueror-class's hangar bay, speeding towards the battle. They grouped together with seven additional squadrons, followed by a single Imperial II-class Star Destroyer and a group of eight Arquitens-class Light Cruisers, which broke formation from the rest of the fleet and moved towards the Saturn, the Light Cruisers screening the Star Destroyer from turbolaser fire while Morcus and his fighter squadrons provided screening from enemy fighters and bombers. "Morcus to the fleet. Execute Pattern Five. Relay my plan to Admiral Kaloo and Mister Australis...", Morcus said with a slight grin on his face over the comms. The Conqueror-class fired yet another fully powered proton beam, this time at the Saturn itself, the rest of the fleet following up with focused, sustained turbolaser at Vanessa's flagship, in an attempt to cripple it's shields. What in blazes was Morcus planning?

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]
[member="Kaine Australis"]
[member="Rick Kaloo"]

 

[LT-137]

Twisuns Praetor Khonsu Amon
Commanding: “The Thychani Myrmidons,” of the Golden Company.
Subcontracted To: [member="Kaine Australis"]
Location: Commenor.
Objective: Collect on a Debt.
Allies: Mandalorians, Commenori Liberators, Mon Calamari Avengers, New Republic Forces, Etc.
Enemies: The First Order, The Sith Empire.
Moving to Engage: [member="Manfreid von Donitz"]

GCV Solvognen​

Command Deck​

As the New Republic's demands echoed within the bounds of the Solvognen’s command deck, Khonsu found himself chuckling. It was humorous that the New Republic believed that its authority extended beyond its fledgling borders and that they could lawfully detain their flotilla. With the Sith Empire’s Armada fully committed to the battle, stretching the New Republic’s own lines thin, it was a nothing more than a bluff. Not only were they too far away to successfully detain the Sun Guard, but they presently held no vessels capable of following through on their imposed demands. Therefore, the Twisuns Praetor’s response was nothing more than a ceaseless bout of mirthful laughter. He didn’t bother giving the order to return their hail - identifying themselves and stating their business would’ve been a waste of air, let alone time.

From the stance that their vessels took, it was evident that they sought to stop someone, namely the Alliance Remnant, from taking their vengeance out on the First Order. Why the New Republic would seek to defend an Imperialist Regime was beyond his understanding, and the Thyrsian chalked that up to simple ignorance. They believed themselves mighty, and that they could stand against the supposed darkness that’s taken hold of the galaxy. While it was admirable, in its own small-minded way, the notion was utterly and entirely foolish. Khonsu believed that they were biting off far more than they could chew, and exposing themselves to the Galaxy long before they could establish their foundations.

Such acts made them weak in the grand scheme of things, as it opened their Government to be picked apart in a similar fashion to the Galactic Alliance - or swept aside like the Commenor Systems Alliance. Yet, the Sunborn Warrior was but one man and was the furthest thing from a prophet who could see into the fickle tides of fate. Who was to say what tomorrow holds, let alone what the next hour held?

Freeing his mind from the grips of a poisonous train of thought, Khonsu turned his gaze back towards his command throne, and the small hololithic projector affixed to its basalt surface. It was there that he saw a minuscule overview of the battle transpiring beyond his warship’s weapons range. The battle was balanced on the edge of a knife and found itself teetering from one side to another with every passing minute. Blows were traded, and even the mighty Flagship of the Liberation Forces was beaten into submission. It was a glorious sight to behold but silently preyed upon his pride as he desperately longed to be a part of it. He wanted to command the Solvognen to reap a bloody toll against the enemy and showcase the true power that thrummed beneath his feet.

However, the Sun Guard were hired by the other side for this conflict. The Sith Empire’s warships wouldn’t fire upon the Golden Company, as they were intrinsically bound by the retainer contract(s) that were signed by their respective higher-ups. So, their advance towards the planet would be unhindered - there was even a part of Khonsu that entertained the idea of the Blockade assisting in their hunt. But, alas, the First Order was their allies, and it was unlikely they’d accept the offer - lest they run the risk of a diplomatic incident. With that being said, it was also unlikely that they’d be able to rush to their ‘friend’s’ side if they were attacked, as their forces were engaged elsewhere.

As everyone poised themselves to look the other way, it wasn’t hard for the Thyrsian Detachment to sweep in behind the amassed, and conflicting formations of warring starships. It was almost a straight shot to intercept the First Order’s battlegroup, and with them cornered between a battlefield - of the Golden Company? Well, it was doubtlessly bound to be entertaining regardless of the outcome.

“Sire,” began one of the Solvognen’s command crew, drawing Khonsu’s attention away from the hololithic projector and towards the Station Chief overseeing the sensor technicians. “Our sweeps have indicated that the First Order formation are starting to position themselves with their prows pointed towards the Republic Fleet. It seems they’re preparing for the worst if the Alliance Remnant seeks to make a move.”

“It may seem that way,” Khonsu countered. “However they’re moving towards the Republic to garner their support when push comes to shove. Their larger vessels are slow and are lagging behind the rest of the formation and the escorts won’t save them from what’s to come.”

With his words spoken, the Twisuns Praetor turned his attention back towards the hololithic display and watched as his flotilla of hungry, iron children, swept towards the supposed First-Imperials and their shifting battleline. While it was true that there was little chance that the Golden Company couldn’t stand up against their enemy in a straight up fight; the Thyrsian’s specialty was employing numerous and unconventional tactics in order to seize the day. The solarized weapons that the Sunborn utilized would render their deflector shields ineffective, as the inevitable lancets of topaz energy speared towards their hull. In addition to such deadly energy, there was bound to be several spreads of dangerous and crippling munitions that would follow soon after.

All that stood between the two disparate forces now, was the vast gulf of space and the ever-decreasing range between their respective weapons.

When that bridge was crossed, the Sun Guard would engage the First Order’s forces from their starboard sides from both the ventral and dorsal surfaces; which would begin with the vessel bearing the designation of ‘Alyosha’ from it’s signalling masts. The Myrmidons would see that their weapons would be cycled to full lethality and that multiple torpedoes were loaded into their respective tubes. What made the Thyrsians collectively chuckle, however, was the unique energy signature that was emitted from the Pocket Star Destroyer’s shields. Those harmonics matched the same frequencies used by molecular barriers, but only the molecular variant; which meant that the vessel was entirely vulnerable to kinetic weapons. Missiles, torpedoes, and even boarding parties would pass through almost entirely unmolested.

Sure, the molecular shielding would account for the solarized weapons, but it seemed that the Galaxy’s first attempt to safeguard themselves from the horrors the Scions of Thyrsus could inflict upon them were… half-cooked. Nevertheless, the Sunborn committed themselves to extract their payment from those starships, and they couldn’t turn back now.

To the Sun Guard, Cowardice was a sin; punishable by death.​

As the factors of agility, size, and speed were well-within their court - it wouldn’t be long before the First Imperial battlegroup felt themselves being torn apart by a pack of rabid wolves.

“When we’re within weapons range, launch magpulse torpedoes and fire our kinetic batteries. I want their sub-systems disabled and left to die slowly in the void.”

= The Thychani Myrmidon’s = ​

Task Force Lists and Status(es)​

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| [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] |​

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Location: Fighting the enemy in Jaster's Sparrow
Allies: Commenori and their friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order and their friends


Brace?!!

Lori let go of the triggers, yet still held onto the turret, as she didn't want to get her head smacked. The impacts was harder than she had expected and it was good thinking for [member="Orrico Wayke"] to suggest that she strap herself in earlier. Plus it was good that she listened to him. She half expected for alarm bells to sound off, but the shields held firm.

Reinforcements were on their way. Good. Thank the Force they weren't in this alone. And thank the Force that [member="Kaine Australis"] had built her a tough-as-nails ship.

Now her stubborness kicked in as not just Orrico, but [member="Tirtus Vex"] had also chimed on on having them change course to the surface. Of course she had asked for their opinions, but she had wanted the odds with each option. Instead she got reminded of the chain of command. [member="Veiere Arenais"] was her Dad, but also the King. So it would be wiser for her to do what she was told instead of helping those that she could in orbit.

"Take us down then...The co-ordinates for Chasin City should be in the nav-computer. Let's provide air cover with our escorts, shall we?" Already she was imaging them flying above the streets of Chasin City and chasing down Sith Imperial troopers with bolts from her turret hitting close behind them.

Was that too dark of a thought? Lori furrowed her brows as she wondered if everyone thought that way during battle. It'd be something to ask later on.

 

[WolfMortum]

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[member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] ​

[member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Vanessa Vantai"]​

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Spoiler: Commenori Fleet

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  10x Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser.
  
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  20x Bulwark-Class Escort Frigate.
  
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  10x Argonaut-Class Carrier.
  

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Veiere's personal ship, The KingsGuard reached the Nu Draar Tug'yc in one piece and landing within one of the more private of Hangar's thanks to [member="Kaine Australis"] hospitality, Veiere, Vikras Ansion and a couple others from the bridge crew of the Resolute stepped down off of the landing ramp to be greeted by their Mandalorian Allies, a welcome party if you will, to escort them higher to the command deck of the goliath warship of the Mandalorian Empire.

On the outside, the Commenori Fleet was still holding up against the Sith Armada. ETA-4 Interceptors raced overhead of [member="Loreena Arenais"]' vessel as they sought to blast any opposition out of orbit over Commenor, protecting the Princess until she and her crew could get within safe range away from the battle over their home-world, soon to be en-route to the fight down over the surface.

Argonaut-Class Carrier's drove forward with the MKII Heavy Cruiser just ahead, Starfighter and Bomber Squadron's reigning down hell against the larger Sith Vessels as the Mandalorian Super Star Destroyer was positioned behind them for priority defense. Now that Veiere Arenais had transferred over to the Mandalorian vessel, the Commenori warships had changed tactics to better empower and enable the Mandalorian fleet while too causing as much damage as possible to the enemy. Escort Frigate's continued to blast away at the TIES and Sith Starfighter squadrons looking for any gap in their formation, the Fleet slowly driving the Sith Empire's forces back.

The Sith Fleet were putting up an immense battle and losses were slowly rising on both sides, yet their acquisition of resources from the surface had been cut off by the surprise attack of the Rebel Invasion. Whatever this blockade and occupation had cost them, they would not escape the battle having made up for all their worth. Sooner or later they would need to begin their evacuation of Commenori Space, least they wished to sacrifice everything they had left in the sector.

On the way to the bridge of the Nu Draar Tug'yc, Veiere reached out to his wife [member="Lady Kay"]. With the aid of their Promissium Annulos, their Force Bond together was immensely strong. Over the years, their bond had become like an extension of themselves and through the practice of telepathy, Veiere didn't need to offer any words for his wife to witness how the battle above Chasin City was progressing. Victory was within reach, and as soon as the Empire's Fleet was done here, the King and the Commenori vessels would seek to reinforce those down on the ground below. It was simply a matter of time now before they would have their home returned to them.

 

[Kyyrk]

Location: High Orbit over Commenor
Allies: Jaster's Sparrow crew
Enemies: First Order, Sith, friends.

Orrico flipped a few more switches, running the final configurations for atmospheric flight. "That'd be ill advised, capun. Lots of civilians down there, and a big ship like this aint too good at air to ground." He turned to [member="Tirtus Vex"] as he continued. "Our resident tactical officer might have different feelings on the subject, but I feel our skills would be best used establishing air superiority. That or maintaining it. Sith and the First Order aren't too concerned with collateral damage, so they'll make bombing runs on anything, soldier or civilian."

He looked back to his controls, laying in a course to the capital city. "Either way, the call is yours, lil' lady. Ready to descend in to atmosphere on your mark."

[member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Location: Abored the Dawner I Space Station, "Relentless Hope"
Allies: [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Veiere Arenais"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Rick Kaloo"]
Enemies: Sith Empire, [member="Vanessa Vantai"], Khonsu Amon
Neutral: First Order, [member="Manfreid von Donitz"]

-- Tobias continued to have the Republic Fleet push to keep the Alliance Fleets covered, they and the Silvers were currently fighting off the newly arrived ships. The Mandos were pushing their position next to the remnant of the Commenorian Fleet in the hops to push that flank. The Republic was still putting up a good fight just to keep the hole above the capital to keep a channel open for the landing forces. The Republic Space Station was still funneling supplies and support down to the planet.

-- His eyes were locked onto the newly arrived fleet. He looked over to the Admiral, "Send the Raised Resistance, I do not want our forces to be outflanked, send the 6th strike group from the 4th Fleet and the 1st Attack Group to pincer the newly arrival vessels," He attempted to smile, but his outer exoskeleton prevented it, only a deep singular chuckle escaped. "I want them alive at all cost, be sure to aim for hyperdrives and weapons systems, these models are not in our systems so be sure to have the Artillery Ships strike hard, worst case they flee."

-- One of the bridge officers turned, "Sir, the unidentifiable vessels are within weapons range, they have fired on the First Order as they are making their way behind our lines."

-- Tobias sighed heavily, "First Order cant even assist with these miscreants, fine," He pulled up that section of the battle on the Holo-Table, looking at the events it seemed the enemy had not realized the Station or the 4th Fleet near the moon. That was a pitty it would seem. "Admiral have the 6th pull around the raiders and cut off their escape, have the bombers from the attack pull back and launch torpedo at them, the other fleets will push their luck with the sith, if these new fighters are allies of the Sith we can not loose our foothold in the system."

-- "Aye Aye Chancellor, get those bombers to turn around, once unleashed they can return to the station for reload." The Admiral continued to bark out orders.

-- [member="Khonsu Amon"] and his fleet would see multiple TCW-09 Proton Torpedo Bomber appear from the other side of the New Republic Fleet and launch some kind of Torpedoes. However, once they were launched they would vanish from sensor readings and make their ways in the direction of the fleet of raiders. Three of the Battlecruisers and the Artillery Frigates turned to face the enemy as well, the Mephiriums were in front and angled their vessels to get the most weapons on target. The Frigates aimed their large Megamasers at the vessels and fired from long range. At the same time, a break away force of the 4th Fleet protecting the Space Station moved to deal with the raiders as well, though outside weapons range they were moving quickly to cover the ground to protect their country mans flank.

-- Damned Sith Raiders and their attempt to flank those here, the Republic would not be that caught off guard. They picked the wrong individuals to attack at this time without proper information gathering. It was why the Republic was holding back their other fleet, though as soon as they would be moved, he was sure the Sith Allies would recognized the presence of them and engage.

-- The Vice Chancellor returned to other matters of this large scale invasion and liberation of the planet.

Spoiler

1x Tenant-class Star Carrier
3x Mephirium Class Battlecruiser
5x Jaraden-Class Fleet Carrier
4x Lightbringer-class Star Defender
"Dowenger" Lost
13x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate
"Kraken" Lost
"Twin Peaks" Lost
"Karths Path" Lost
"Lovers Embrace" Lost
"Karthars Revenge" Lost
"Diplomat" Lost
4x Partition-class Interdiction Frigate
8x Preserver-class Corvette - 2 Lost in Combat
10x Jansserie-Class Shield Corvette

2x Mephirium Class Battlecruiser
3x Sovv-class Artillery Frigate

1x Colony-Class Battlecruiser
4x Myrmidon-class Frigate
10x Kyr'yc Ayahada Attack Frigate

60x E90 E-Wing Starfighter
30x TCW-09 Proton Torpedo Bomber
25x AS-B19 Bomber
35x Awaud Superior Mark-12

Map?

Spoiler

Actions:
- Republic Forces continued to pressure the Sith Armada
- A break off force of the 1st Fleet to protect the hole in the lines.
- A break off force of the 4th Fleet moved to cut off the retreat of the new force.
- Bombers and Light Fighters return from the engaged area to fight for air superiority.
- Stealth Torpedoes and Long Range Lasers opening salvo against the Golden Company.

 

[Onrai]

@All Sith Empire enemies

The 1st Fleet had suffered losses of almost 33 percent. Nearly half the 19th fleet had been destroyed. Both fleets, having been informed that there were no reinforcements to come and help them, had no option - they began to retreat. A tactical withdrawal was the chosen move. Both would resupply at Imperial bases, wounded would be treated, ships would be repaired, and the fleets would be reinvigorated, ready to strike again.

The Maldrood irregulars were not so lucky. Of the seven Silencers dedicated to the conflict, six had been destroyed. The sole survivor, the Temperance, had suffered severe damage to its hangar bay and main weapon - it would be months before she returned to action elsewhere.

The fighter complements of most ships were depleted and nearly empty. Those surviving pilots who had hyperdrives jumped out of their own volition. Those who did not hurried back to the hangar bays of their ships in order to quicken the retreat and minimize the loss of the most valuable asset - pilots. When the fleet jumped out, there would be no Imperial alive in the Sith fleet. None remaining in the system.

The Saturn would not be slain. Forced to retreat after suffering significant damage from the Reborn vessel's proton beam(which disabled one of its engines), combined with the firepower of the Mandalorian dreadnought, the Pluton-class battleship would at the least open fire upon the ship's main weapon in a final shock jump attack before exiting the theater, suffering damage so serious that even its copious carapace of molecularly bonded armor was not enough to keep it in fighting condition. Low on supplies, the Saturn would raid a Commenori supply depot and suffer a light amount of further damage, but would successfully resupply itself enough to make temporary repairs to its fluctuating reactor and ensure a safe jump back to the Nathema Complex for repair and refit. Commenor's grudge against the Imperial ship that had slain the royal flagship would not yet be sated.

So ended the Battle of Commenor. While a victory for the Commenori and their numerous allies, it was certainly pyrrhic. Evidence of Clan Australis betraying the Mandalorian party line and openly siding with enemies of the Sith Empire would be provided to the Mandalorians, both those independent that worked for the Empire and those in the clans themselves. Whatever remained of the Commenor navy would be a crippled, shattered shard of what it had once been, much of their fleet having been either seized during occupation or destroyed during the battle. For their allies it would as well be costly - groups such as the Alliance-in-Exile and Republic Remnant were not in a position to rebuild their losses, or even repair them effectively. The Mandalorians that had fought against the Sith Empire had weakened themselves and their position for when wrath would be brought down upon them. The Sith had also not been hasty in their retreat - what infrastructure in the system they could destroy, they did, ensuring that Commenor's rebuilding process would be long and arduous indeed.

Most importantly, the Commenori had made an enemy. The 1st and 19th Fleets were aligned with the Greater Maldrood and Vanessa Vantai. And if there was one thing that she did not like, it was hearing that resources she had influence with had suffered serious losses. With almost 90 percent losses to the Maldrood irregular forces in-system and over 40 percent losses to the two fleets combined, Vanessa would have to redouble her efforts to restock them, move them into a position to deal with the Silver Jedi or the rebel Mandalorians. While her secret weapon of a ship had functioned as intended, the Saturn had been damaged to the point where it could not be used effectively in an offensive role for weeks, possibly months due to the damage the Commenor fleet and their allies had caused. Already plans were forming in Vanessa's head, plans to gain vengeance for the tens of thousands of Imperial lives lost.

Plans that would come to fruition in due time.

 

[Manfreid von Donitz]

Captain Manfreid von Dönitz
Objective: Finish Transporting First Order Personal
Allies: First Order and Sith Empire [member="Konstantin Makarev"] (Directly Affecting)
Enemies: Any who engages in combat with The First Order

"Chase the Wind on a Windy Day."​

The low rumble and vibrations of nearby explosions shook the air, lights and debris of star ships fell downwards to the surface. Most of it burnt up in the atmosphere but with how large the ships were the ground below would suffer greatly upon impact. Captain Manfreid stood away from the view port, uninterested with the planet's surface as his focus were solely on the transportation of the rest of the Embassy. Reports filled up and the soon the last of the transports made their way back to The Nadette.

Hushed words were exchanged with several officers and quickly Captain Manfreid's XO approached him with more news and developments of possible hostile fleets. Manfreid returned his focus to the holo-map and directed for his heavy cruisers to begin maneuvers and follow both The Dinara and The Nikita as those light cruisers had already started to circle around the Republic Fleet.

"Have the Corvettes run screen to protect their rear. Then, all ships full speed ahead." Captain Manfreid ordered, his Comm Officers quickly sent out the following commands. His XO gave Manfreid a quizzical glance, obviously neither had any intention of forcing a confrontation but the fact remains their deal with the Republic Fleet felt dubious at best and felt like a trap at worse.

"It won't matter what the Republic Fleet does, or does not Lieutenant. Our plans will proceed regardless of the actions outside of our control, as such I have calculated." Captain Manfreid explained, in a rare moment of exposition. The Lieutenant nodded, slightly taken aback of the foresight of his Captain in answering an unasked question.

The Eighty First Battle Group maneuvered as commanded, and Captain Manfreid watched as the final transports had docked and ordered his helmsman to begin heading back up into space and out of the planet's low orbit. New alerts reached Captain Manfreid, new reports of the Republic launching an attack on a possible hostile fleet. Manfreid wondered who those ships belonged, so far his bridge have yet determined the IFF tags but such thoughts were for later and with much larger Fleet at hand as well.

"All hands prepare the jump to hyperspace." Captain Manfreid von Döntiz ordered.

Alarms blared to life though out his ship and slowly The Nadette turned away and moved from the Planet's natural gravity well. Her TIE fighters and gunships all loaded back into the hanger and the rest of the civilians were ushered into quarters or into a Med-Bay. Boots marched down hallways and Manfreid's bridge remained silent as preparations continued.

"One last message to the Republic Fleet and to Vice Chancellor Dracks: You have my gratitude." Captain Manfreid ordered, his Comm Officer took a moment longer and quickly nodded to go ahead and rely the message.

Slow movements and Captain Manfreid turned away from the Holo-Map and over to the view ports of his bridge. Slowly their vessel turned and their hyperdrives powered up. With a single breathe, Manfreid closed his eyes and prayed. The next moment he opened to see stars stretched into white lines and the entirety of the Eighty First Battle group reported a successful jump into Hyperspace.

Their mission complete.

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

[member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]

 

[Rick Kaloo]

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

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At last, the battle in space was over.​

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The defiant Mon Calamari cheered and yelled throughout their fleet, and prepared to initiate the second stage of their assault. Morty and nearly the entire Mon Calamari fleet turned around until they faced open space. The last of their troop transports left their hangars, with their starfighters and bombers quickly resupplying before either descending planetside or joining their motherships. Then, Captain Seth let out his last order.

"We'll pick up Rick later. All assigned vessels, let's head to our new home."

Twenty-five vessels jumped to hyperspace, Morty being the last to leave the scene, the view from its bridge warping until the ship entered a vortex of blue.

Now, only five vessels remained. Two Providence-class destroyers and three Twinkie-class light cruisers. They advanced forward, their task being to travel into the now defenseless Commenor atmosphere and drop off entire legions of infantry.

(Final post!)

Spoiler: Task Force Mon Calamari

2x Providence-class light destroyers - 9 destroyed - Firing At: Maldrood Irregulars
3x Twinkie-class light cruisers - 5 destroyed - Firing At: Maldrood Irregulars

Spoiler: Actions

Engaged Sith Blockade Fleet
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
Battle transitions into single-ship brawls
Morty + escort Providences & Twinkies lock onto opposing V formation of enemy vessels
Morty closes to extreme point-blank distance, fires Tyrvald cannons at Sith formation to great effect
Rick's fleet regroups and begins to beat back the remaining Sith
Rick sends a status comm to the Commenor liberation forces
Rick shifts firepower + starfighters to Maldrood Irregulars fleet
Battle concludes - All but five vessels send final starfighter + troop transport compliment and jump to hyperspace
Remaining five vessels approach Commenor atmosphere

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[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Location: Fighting the enemy in Jaster's Sparrow
Allies: Commenori and their friends
Enemies: Sith, First Order and their friends


Lori chewed the inside of her cheek. This was the maiden voyage for Jaster's Sparrow, so it was easy for her to have not quite figured out what the vessel was capable of. Hopefully her crew didn't feel as though they needed to babysit her. Did they know who her parents were? Would that make a difference? For some it would. But she didn't know [member="Orrico Wayke"] and [member="Tirtus Vex"] very well. At least not yet. That'll all come in time.

"Alright. Just...drop her down and see where we can help. I'll be on the lookout for fighters to fend off." Looking out of the small viewport she had at the turret, there seemed to be a lot of vessels going down to the surface. With the Sith fleets cutting their losses, the battle lay further down. Maybe her Dad [member="Veiere Arenais"] knew that this would happen all along. Still...she couldn't help but feel as though he didn't think that she was capable of looking after herself.

 

[WolfMortum]

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[member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] ​

[member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"]​

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Veiere watched for a time from the Observation Post of the Nu Draar Tug'yc, as the Sith Fleet began to withdraw from the battle over Commenori Space. Much of Commenor's Navy had been decimated over the year long occupation, those not destroyed within the initial siege or able to flee and regroup with the Resistance, had been taken in under the Empire's might and re-purposed for Sith efforts. Those of the Commenori Vessels whom had survived the liberation of their home-world, would remain in orbit of Commenor and help to ensure the last remnants of the Empire's force's were extracted from Commenor space with extreme prejudice if such force was required.

As for the King, he thanked the crew as well as Admiral Australis before making his transfer to one of Commenor's Argonaut-class Carrier's. The The KingsGuard as well as any surviving members of the Resolute would find safe haven under the temporary command of the 'CSA Savant'. Apparently, [member="Kaine Australis"] had made for the surface in order to help defend the Queen, [member="Lady Kay"], whom Veiere had already delivered the news of their victory.

The Bridge of the 'CSA Savant' was busied with recovery operations underway, yet as Veiere and Vikras Ansion both stepped through the doors and into view with a his of steel and hydraulics, those closest to the entrance turned to see who had joined them and began to offer congratulations, for which soon turned into clapping and cheering as the rest of the Officers on deck joined in. Turning to glance to Vikras, Veiere gave a slight tilt of his head as if to offer uncertainty by way of his initial response, though it wouldn't do for the King not to accommodate their victory with a show of appreciation and pride for all of their hard efforts, he smiled to them all and soon bowed his head in thanks and acknowledgement of the battle that had been overcome.

"Open up Comm's to all Allied vessels within the vicinity" he soon gave instruction to the captain, who in turn sent one of his officers to work. Veiere exhaled slowly under his breath, taking a moment to steal himself and relieve some of the tension weighing over him. Once he was given the signal that lines were open however, he nodded and turned his attention to the Allied Vessels who had joined Commenor in the world's freedom from the Sith Empire.

"Attention all Ships of the Resistance Coalition, this is Veiere Arenais" He gave a brief pause, "Thanks to your sacrifice, the People of Commenor will prosper once more, and House Arenais is able to return to the throne for which my Queen shall once again seek to bring peace and stability to the sector. Without you all, our losses would be significantly more. We may not have succeeded here today. I want to acknowledge all those brave souls that have been lost, in the defense and continued freedom of the innocent".

"See to your wounded, get your people home to their families and know that true strength has been shown to the Galaxy today. The strength to rise up against tyranny and oppression. As King, I bow my head to you all, and extend my heart felt thanks. Veiere Arenais, out".

 

[Tobias Dracks]

[member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Mazik Stazi"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]​

[member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]​

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-- Tobias looked at the screens before him, a million orders and a million voices echoed through the Command Bridge of the New Republic station that was fighting for the liberation of the Commenorian People. Voices and cries of violence, death, and conflict from space and from the dirtied red surface of the planet. He could only think to himself as he listened to the screams of the voices on the open radio channel. New Republic soldiers caught in an ambush, Civilians requesting help to an already stretched thin army, Sith Imperials requesting assistance before hearing a blaster bolt cut the transmission off. This was Tobia's first real battle, before he had only ever dealt with raiders, criminals, and pirate, before that he was a mercenary ensign with no loyalties but to the credits. This however, this was a real war and a first for the politician.

-- Then it all cam to a stand still..... their was only one communications that was louder then the rest.

-- "The Sith Fleet is retreating, First Order ships have left the system and the Raiders have pursued the Imperials Ships for easier pray."

-- He could not believe it, was it really over. The battle that so many core worlds feared, a fight with a Sith Imperial Fleet.... No the Armada that prevented goods from flowing to the Republic. The same fleet that destroyed the Alliance, Coalition, and Commenor and struck fear into the hearts of their civilians of the Core. That fleet was defeated by the combined forces of those they sought to defeat. Then it all erupted again.

-- "Republic Command, this is Alpha three six five, we request immediate artillury support at Grid Tango, six seven eight by Charlie seven seven nine, my men are getting cut up down here by Sith Troops, we need support now."

-- Tobias blinked out of his mind, there was still a ground campaign to fight right now. No time to dream about the victories or how to spin this story, the Republic was still here to assist the Commenorians in their liberation. He radioed [member="Baron Morcus"] and King [member="Veiere Arenais"], "Lord Baron Morcus, your majesty King Arenais, the Republic has secure a landing spot on the planet, we are still organizing the logistics of our support teams, do not worry about the Fleets and head planet side, we will secure the skies and detain those that attempt to flee," He paused as he looked at the skies around the planet, "All Resistance Allied ships contact New Republic Station Relentless Hope for resupply and rally point for lost units, the New Republic will take care of Commenorian Skies, get to your palace king and allow us to pull some of our own weight."

-- There was a little bit of a chuckle on the bridge of the support station. The Vice Chancellor turned around and looked at the crew, "Now who told you all to stop working, we have Allied Troops dying down there, get your butts into overdrive and secure this rock for the Liberation Movement."

-- A cheer erupted from the crew as they all returned to their stations and the VC looked back out the Duraglass overlooking the battlefield. The many ships that were destroyed, hundreds of thousands of sailors lost their lives today. Maybe the Republic was too inexperienced to take on the full might of the Sith Empire. He already knew that this little battle, it was nothing like the coordination of the fall of the Core Nations. They may have just lucked out this time around.

 

[Mazik Stazi]

[member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]​

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Mykes Vatak"] | [member="Loreena Arenais"] | [member="Tin'tinag"]​

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Command Deck​

ANS Nemo's Revenge​

Alliance Core Fleet​

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"We've broken their lines!" Bashir cried out, and a cheer rose up across the bridge of the Revenge.

"They're cutting their losses," Mazik muttered under his brief, eyes narrowing in suspicion despite the jubilance all around him, "This was too easy."

This had to signal a shift in Sith policy throughout the region. It was the only way to explain accepting such a humiliating uprising so near the heart of the Core. Zambrano was playing the long game somehow, and seemed perfectly willing to allow his war machine to sacrifice their assets to put on a good show to the contrary. With the awesome might of the Empire, it was well within the Dark Lord's power to send wave after wave of battlegroups to Commenor until its defenders were ground into dust. That they hadn't meant something about the landscape had changed, only Stazi couldn't see what. That was a big problem.

"Your orders, admiral?" his still jubilant executive officer interrupted the duros' macabre musings, drawing him back into the moment at hand.

"Organize the Fleet into search and destroy teams, hunt down any survivors you can find with extreme prejudice. We're done here."

"Sir, what about the Golden Company?" Bashir asked, watching Mazik head for his ready room in bewilderment, "They might press the attack. The Republic are our allies, we can't just-"

He whirled back around and took a few menacing steps towards the Mon Calamari. There was a rage in his eyes Bashir had never seen before, not directed at him anyway. After a moment the intensity of that hate subsided, and instead of attempting to strike him, Stazi simply handed him a datapad.

"First Order forces landed on Sullust an hour ago," he said simply, but his words were cutting, "Because of the cowardice of the Republic and my first officer, we were denied an opportunity to annihilate one of their battlegroups."

Mazik took another step forward, moving in until he was right in Bashir's face, "Never forget who your enemy is. I'm not wasting any more lives for the 'Vice Chancellor' and his band of Imperial lovers. True rebels matter now more than ever."

It had been a masterstroke, Stazi could not help but remember as he turned to leave the bridge. Sullust's downfall had always just been a matter of time, it was pretty much an open secret that they were still supplying Outer Rim resistance forces. But choosing to strike while the Core Fleet was deployed to Commenor had virtually guaranteed any defiance they could offer would be minimal. He could never remobilize his forces to make it across so much hostile territory in time to make a difference, and they were already in sore need of drydock after the day's fighting.

Today was a bright new dawn for the people of Commenor, but one of the darkest his Alliance had seen since their government's collapse. Gazing out the viewport in his ready room at the pristine marble below that was by now on the verge of celebrating a successful revolution, he couldn't help but feel like it had not been worth it after all. Their losses would have been grievous even by the old calculations, but now he was forced to examine the very real possibility that soon he would be a fleet admiral without a fleet.

Collapsing into his chair, Admiral Stazi dug out a bottle of expensive Corellian spirit and poured himself a glass. Downing the expensive liqueur in one gulp, he leaned back and watched the shaking in his hands slowly begin to melt back away.