Such A Pity (SSC Dominion of Boz Pity)

[Orihime Ike]

4/25

There was a lot more happening now and she worked to maintain the focus, keeping the researchers and artisan's working with the crystals there and safe. The fleet was commanded and doing its job under some of the best as well as what ground teams they had.... which gave her a chance for them to test this as they were working on the operations setup. One of the artisan's bringing her the small gemstone nicely polished to set in the palm of the tora'yor for her hand getting all of it for testing. Some had the necklace crystals to practice with and the main one they were going to be using on the planet once they got down there with the proper amount of space cleared. It gave the padawan some things to work with before she was heading out towards the ship testing the shielding gem with a small bubble around herself.

 

[Anna Song]

Search & Rescue
p4

Another X-Wing flew over the debris of the day. This time it was Anna's turn to say hello,

"This is Rescue Trooper, Kitfox One to all units. Be advised, I have eyes on the crash in sectors 1098 and am moving in to make the assist. Over."

Her ship burned the blue skies into pale ribbions of white as she doubled back to check the crash.

...

Meanwhile, down on the ground.

~ Dwoo dwee! ~

R2 ejected himself out of the junction box and whistled with glee. He'd finally gotten the canopy open to Robert's busted ship.

~ Whipple whipple woo? ~

He asked to the sky. Noting the arrival of yet another vessel to their airspace. Ah! It appears the SSC was sending a rescue ship after all. Anna's bird made waves in the sky as it passed overhead. Good. Now all R2 had to do was check on the pilot.

~ Biddle biddle deee! Tonk oonk! ~

He chimed as he climbed up to the cockpit. Peering down at the slumped and sleeping form of his friend and co-pilot. Oh dear. This wasn't good. She wasn't moving.

~ Woop woop biddle'biddle deee! ~

R2 clamored and shook with surprise. Oh no. Oh no. What should he do! Oh dear, oh dear. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The perky little droid opened up his chest compartment and out popped his favorite squirt gun hose. Half fire-suppression kit. Half alarm clock. ...Hit it R2!

~ Weeeee! ~

A blast of ice cold water hosed down the unconscious pilot. Splashing itself all over her blue hair and across the electronic consoles. Oops! Oh well. R2 stopped his spraying and leaned closer to have a better view.

"...Ugh. My head..."

Karen's voice shook with distaste. Ugh. What a headache too. And cold! Ackt! Just what disaster had she woken up to?

~ Bip Beeee! Whiddle widdle deee dot'dwoo! ~

R2 jumped for joy! Hurrah! Roberts wasn't as dead as she looked. Thank the Force. He'd done it! He'd really done it! ...R2 turned his head around just in time to see Anna Song landing her own X-Wing nearby. Her landing gear touched the ground as the cockpit opened to view the black smoke and ruddy crash. So the little Astromech droid have her a wave of his water cannon and shook the new girl on over.

"Heya human!" He would have said if droids could speak, "...Over here!"

...

Anna came hustling over to the crash as Karen roused herself from a brickyard sleep. Ugh. What a terrible day indeed. Peww. Bleh. No more rock n' roll for me sir. I'm good. Ugh...

Turns out? They were gonna be alright.

 

[Maya Carrick]

1/25

Making sure all the teams that she had sent out with the other ships that would go with the ground force knew their job. It was sometime hard being the leader of the SSC Healers to keep them all in line. There was some as she was going over with that would have to be brought in maybe even be question with their action this far in the order.

Not only was she running the Silver Cross Medical and Aid felt but she has others responsibility such as making sure that all the healers in the order was getting the healing training they need. This is way she had personal message the students that she had taken under her wing like a mother hen. Since her own daughter was know under her own master [member="Mantic Dorn"]. Knowing she had made the right choice for her to get to know others from other jedi orders in the galaxy. This bring a smile upon her lips, as she message once again to see if her newest @Kixi Rajki

It was all set up ready to go she would be with me to show her some of the field work to setting up tents to take in the woulded and treat the ones that they could or ship them up to one of the ship depending how bad there wounds where.

Team Yellow, Blue , Green you know your duties make the order proud today, remember we are here to save lives not to take them unless we have no choice, friend or foes.

[member="Valiens Nantaris"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] @Solomon @Karen Roberts @Nikias​

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Nikias"]
The Jedi’s command was executed, and by either luck or the Force, was most timely. For, whilst the shields were still up on the pirate vessels, at that moment several interceptors had been exiting their hangers. The concussive detonations tore the attack craft to pieces or sent them flying wildly off to impact the shields of their ships.

Still, this was just the prelude. The pirate craft opened fire at long range at the two Coalition corvettes, but the range was long and their fire dispersed.
Nantaris swiftly was on the comm. “Concentrate fire on one of the Nebulons, then let it pass between our two ships, turn and rake it.”

Escort battles tended to be fought at much shorter range than capital ship actions. In this case, there was a definite advantage of moving forward to close range, aiming to pass one frigate on either side of the pirate Nebulon command ship. This would allow the superior firepower of the Vigilances, along with Nantaris’ corvette, to hammer the ship.

In the meantime the Coalition would be open to return fire, but the pirate ships were less heavily armed by far, having no heavy turbolasers or ion cannons at all.

The real danger however came from pirate Starfighters, and these now erupted from the frigates and moved to engage…or at least those not blow up by missiles at least!
In this close melee the defence guns of the corvettes and the weapons of the Coalition Starfighters would be most useful.

(Ground stuff covered next post.)
4/25

 

[Tempest]

5/25

[member="Solomon"] [member="Karen Roberts"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Elpsis Kallikora"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] [member="Maya Carrick"]

The pirates were rapidly being overwhelmed. With three of their towers out of action, the last fired wildly into the air, trying to bring down the fighters strafing them from above.

In the canyon, the attentions of Audren, Connor and Elpsis had either breached the wall or caused severe damage. Now the Coalition forces came forward.

Tempest, dressed in her Beskar’gam, came over to where Elpsis was and gave the redhead a nod.
“Come for the scenery, huh? Nice fireball. I’m going to whip up some winds, add some fire to it and we’ll make a tornado!”

Team Natural Disaster was always a hit on the battlefield.

Calling on the Force, she shifted the dust storm so that it now started to coil and spin, twisting in upon itself like water going down the plughole. With fire added to it the pirates would be alternately buffeted and roasted!

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]


(2)

In short, it really sucked to be a pirate today. On the whole, it was an appalling career choice. It seemed that the Galaxy was infested with piratical gangs, yet again and again they were slaughtered because they just happened to be squatting on the planet a major power wanted.


Anyhow, here be carnage. Gunships were flying overhead dropping their payload, turrets and pirates were getting blown up. Then Tempest created a desert twister. The coiling and spinning dust storm of doom became a big vortex.


It was kinda hot. "You're makin' me all hot," Elpsis quipped lamely. She'd probably graduate with honours at the Kerrigan Academy for Corny Innuendo. She focused her power as she concentrated intently. Fortunately there were less pirates shooting their way now, so it was easier. Then flames burst from her hands and leapt into the storm. Focusing even further, she added fuel to the fire by agitating the heat of the dust, intensifying it to boiling degrees.


Yay! Flaming tornado!

 

[Tempest]

[member="Elpsis Kallikora"]
6/25

Burn baby burn!

The winds picked up, spinning rapidly into a vortex which gathered speed, and then was added to fire. What did fire like? Oxygen. What did fire burn? Everything.

Pirates screamed as the flames licked at them. Very soon their walls and frontline would be abandoned as they fell back to their base….

“I know, I’m so shocking!” Tempest replied in turn. She liked corny puns just as much. Lightning started to gather about her as she prepared to unleash bolts of electicity.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Boz Pity - The Grave Yard Planet.
Objective: Don't wake the (Un)dead!

(2)

Time to go. Returning to her ship Abaigeal grabbed her backpack full of supplies for the walk south. She had noticed on the ground scattered pieces of metal and the shell of an old walker or it appeared to be, probably what remained of a long forgotten battle well not so forgotten, it was cannon. Or was it? she had no idea what was or what wasn't anymore, but who cares. Anyway, she began to walk south and threw the entrance with the lizard heads guarding the place. She looked up at them as she passed, they seemed to be sitting so precariously on the rock that their heads could drop off at any given moment. But as she crossed the threshold, her feet leaving the grave yard area, as if to trigger something by her action ..

Something stirred. There was a stirring .. under ground. At this point, Abaigeal was totally oblivious to it.

She walked onward, up a steep incline out of the valley and as she stood atop the ridge she could see far in the distance a swirling column of black smoke. It was not the destruction of the Coalition .. they had not arrived yet, so what was it? It could, of course, be the pirate stronghold, but it was too close for that, the co-ordinates on her pad would confirm this .. well there was only one way to find out.

Underground, something moved. There was a moving .. and it was hungry.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

[member="Tempest"]
(3)

Clearly these two went very well together in their mutual corniness and love for over the top carnage! The winds blossomed into a massive vortex that sucked in gun emplacements, weapons, pirates. Oh, and their oxygen! Fire liked oxygen a lot.


Pirates screamed in horrible agony when flames enveloped them, burning their clothes and searing their flesh to the bone. "You can shock me any time, y'know," Elpsis could not resist making more corny innuendo as she drove the blazing winds across the walls. Strain was etched across her features, her eyes were a blood-red and her firemane seemed aflame.


She was probably enjoying this a bit too much. Tempest was tossing around bolts of lightning, the surviving pirates fled into the depths of the base as Firemane artillery pounded them. Columns of acrid smoke rose up into the sky, the air was filled with the smell of burnt, charred flesh. Momentarily overwhelmned, Elpsis dropped to one knee, taking a very deep breath. "No drama. I'm good," she said hastily. "We movin' in and killing the rest?"

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

4/25

[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Maya Carrick"] [member="Tempest"]

Seemed that things were progressing pretty smoothly overall. Only one fighter splashed, pilot was alive and well apparently, three out of four towers were ashes, the barricade was being hammered both by traditional and...less traditional means. Fire tornado...not something you see every day. He shrugged just glad it wasn't headed towards him. He heard the message from Maya loud and clear, healers were boots on the ground now. That would be helpful for sure and cut down on losses. However he had no qualms about killing those who were trying to do the same to him. He'd been shot down plenty of times in his career as a merc pilot. The difference was that he had survived and learned from his mistakes. Those he had engaged today didn't get that lucky.

As he closed in on the final tower he dropped low on the deck. A large rooster tail of dust rose behind his craft as he approached from behind the tower. This was enough of an warning that something was wrong for the gunners to turn towards the plume, however they over corrected and shot into the dust trail. As they began to correct their aim a proton torpedo slammed into the ground nearby. it was far enough away that the tower itself didn't take serious damage and those inside were only a bit shaken, but the ones who had come to reinforce the ground defenses were not so lucky, those closest to the blast didn't stand a chance of walking away. Those thrown back, well if they still had functioning limbs they could at least do that. Though there were other casualties the amount of people outright killed was rather low. He would leave those who were disabled to their own devices and their ground units to clean up.

"Aquila 13 to SSC ground forces. Pirates near the final tower are injured, turret traverse and elevation seems shaky so it may have slight damage, they are unable to aim low enough with the cannon to do any damage to ground assault. Nearby reinforcements are either KIA or unable to fight at the moment. I leave the rest to you fine ladies and gentlemen. Any who need support let me know. Bloodborn out."

He pulled up and began to fly a racetrack pattern around the tower, if for no other reason than to keep them aiming at something just in case they were able to must repairs to the mechanism.

 

[Matsu Ike]

5/25

The first ships were heading down as Matsu stood there watching, the researchers working on things that could come in handy for stuff down there with her daughter but there were some other things they could work with. "Is those devices from Leina up and running?" She asked it while looking over her and some of the things as they were working on to help more jedi in the field. The small devices were totems to tame the creatures and the twi'lek jedi knight had been working with the others to infuse her best skill of beast taming into it as she was sitting there in the ship. Working in the proto-meditation chamber the researchers had developed with all of their focus crystals.

The cool metal of the talismans were more important to her while she was working on them and sat down. The other researchers with her could get out there and test them as the ship was being brought down into the cradle to help the others. Deploying ranger teams in their new combat armor that had been built up to keep them nice and strong. "Let us begin." The jedi master was paying attention and the desh-terenthium was lightweight while she started focusing on it and the crystal weave that had been loomed into the materials. Spindled sections of it for everything to be worked on until she started infusing the force energies with her full attention on the smaller details.

They weren't going for taming all of the creatures, make these slightly weaker so they could focus on producing more of them instead of ones like the sith who would control all of the creatures around them. She could work with that while focusing on giving the force energies into it and opening herself. With the vast improvements to the sigil it was leaps and bounds higher before she was allowing more force energy to be focused and contained within it. The smaller and more focused the better in her opinion but the top of the talisman looked a little off while she was holding with her attention on some of the things. Allowing force energies to settle in it while she continued with the others.

The feeling of the ships rocking with the cradle locking them into place with the girders and lifts. The hospital ship full of healers from Sakura were more then worth it along with the others that were there. Their agri nurseries could work on some of the things and growing the nysillin as well as the experiments with synthetic bota for medical purposes. She was looking over some of it in her head now letting the energies flow outwards into the last of the talismans in the set with them . They would go out and test them while she worked on more resting as needed but the sigils that were given made rest not a big issue. All of the hard work with it made it not as much of an issue before she was sitting back.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: Pirate Canyon, Boz Pity
Objective: Take out the enemy defences and artillery
Allies Near: [member=Tempest] | [member="Elpsis Kallikora"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
Enemies: Nefarious Pirates
Post: 2 / 25

The explosion coming in from above was expected, taking out a couple of towers up ahead. But it was the explosion that seemed to come out of nowhere and disintegrate an entrenchment up above the canyon, spewing flame, debris and smoke trails in all directions.

The shockwave spread and shook rock from the sides and made Connor lose balance for a second. The Rangers and Jedi with him stopped for a second to look up at the rising cloud, and the raining debris.

"Good god,” he muttered.

A soldier came up to Connor, lifting his face-mask.

”Message from Bloodborn, the forward artillery is damaged so we are clear to lead an assault from the ground.”

"Thank you.” Connor turned back to the canyon and nodded. "We’ve got Sanctum fighters up above, and it seems others around the area providing…explosive cover. Watch your back and move in tandem, two by two cover formation. I’ll lead. Take out any pirates you see, no time for capture and questioning. Stay low, and may the Force be with you all.”

Rangers and Jedi started to fan out – a high route hugging the canyon wall and a low route through the canyon floor. Connor still found that holding the Skywalker hilt in his hand, he was afraid to use it, but it was tight in his grip, unactivated, and ready to be used for forge a path for his and the others to follow. He stayed on the canyon floor and moved forward, walking, eyes open and stretching out his senses, not closing himself off for anything.

 

[Anna Song]

Wait, Fire... Tornado!?
p5

No. It wasn't so much a real title as it was a wild exclamation. Karen even threw off her broken helmet and stood up to decry it,

"What? A tornado. Made of fire. Oh... For the love of the Gods... Why? Why Anna? Whyyy?"

"Master Roberts please? Hold still?"

Anna stood up and held the scanner against Ol' Blues feverish head. Doing her best to play medic as R2 and T9 conversed nearer her ship. Alas, Karen was proving to be an unruly patient at best.

"Do you see that. Do you see that. ...Ha! That's the definition of overkill. Overkill, you hear me. ...Ridiculous. Bah. Fire tornado my arse."

"Yes Master Roberts. But please, do try to hold still. It's called a concussion for a reason. You're feeling woozy from all the stims I just... No no no. Wait. Please. Karennn."

"Damn my head girl. Bah. ...Who did it, hmm? Was it Harrison? Did he voodoo up a fire tornado this time. I swear to Zeus almighty... That magi is nothing but trwuble. Trwuble? My thouth? Why is my mowth not working? Anna. Anna pweth. Stwap."

"No. No. Master Roberts please. Just relax okay. You've received a blow to the head in a plane crash. I'm just... Trying... To... Help. Hold still damn it!"

Anna was desperate to try and help the poor ranting woman before her. If not out of charity then out of admiration. But, ugh. She was stomping around like a lunatic. How can one treat a patient in all this dust and fever. Dash it all. Karen stopped her pacing just long enough to look back at the flaming pyre. Pouting like a teenager at it's writhing brilliance. Her lips regaining their momentum again,

"Bah. I could conjurer a fire tornado too, ya know. I could... I really could. A big one. Oh yes... Bigger than Conner's tornado, that's for sure."

"Yes yes. I'm sure. ...Now, ugh. Okayyy. Anddd. There! Ha. Haha! Got it. I got it. Yes yes yes. Ahhh... All finished. Good grief that took forever. Thank the Goddess."

Anna sighed as the concussion bandage was finally applied. Good. Now it could do it's job. Whoosh. Okay. Now all she had to do was get Karen back to medical and wait for the ADS stims to wear off. A task that... Well. Was probably going to be harder than it looked right now too.

"Okay Karen. You're all patched up now. Time to go."

"What!? Go? ...Nonsense girl. We've a battle to win, dash-it-all. You don't think that flaming tornado and endless rumbling of explosions is just for show, do you?"

"Yes. I know. But Master Roberts please. See reason. Look at yourself. You've been shot down. You're ship is in tatters. R2 is... wait... wait... No. NO! ...R2-D0! You karking fastbender!"

~ Woop? ...Uhoo Ooo! ~

Anna practically screamed across the desert grass at what she saw before her. R2-D0 was "smooching" on her Astromech droid, T9. Her droid. HER Droid!

"No no no no no. R2-D0! You get down from that X-Wing this minute buster! ...Karen! ...Karen do something!"

Roberts could only blink her eyes a few times and dazzle at the drugs running through her system. What was 'tripping balls' again, doctor?,

"Ohhh... It's fine dear. It's fine... R2 always uses an ionized uplink-cap when he links with foreign integration systems. ...No no. Yes yes. They'll be fine. Really? And besides Anna. My little mermaid you. Besides? ...What's wrong with a little love blossoming on the battlefield anyway. I think it's wonderful. I'm happy for them, ya know. Oh yes. Mmm hmm. You know what they say Apprentice. All's fair in love and war. ...Ohhh. But my head? What did you stick me with anyway back there anyways? Ugh... The drugs dear girl. And the noises. And the fire tornado of doom. Ohhh. Bah... I hate it all. Make the world stop spinning please. Ugh..."

Karen didn't stop mumbling. She just wanted to get off the roller coaster now, please,

*sigh*

...

Anna however. Was furious. Furious! ...Fury-E-Us and raging! Aggh! Already the small scales on her fishy shoulders were beginning to flake off from the stress of having to handle TWO, (not one,) but two misfits, all at once. Yep. Twinners. A promiscuous droid rebel and his incompetent drugged-up, blue-haired Master. Arragghhh! Whyyy! ...And now T9 was practically swooning! Swooning! No. No no no no no. Stawp! Stop stop stop. Stop this insanity this instant!

"Aggh! Karen!.."

"Yesh?"

"Ship. Now!"

"Okay."

"R2! T9! Down girl. Down. Bad droids. Bad!"

~ Wip woop? ~

~ Dwooooo ~

No. What followed was not a pretty picture.

...

Alas and finally. Anna would scream and yell for the next fifteen minutes. Doing her Gods'all bestest to get all these mental morons strapped in to her X-Wing and ready for a ride back to base. Then, punching her engines into overdrive, she took of for the nearest SSC space station overhead.

Her cargo: One drugged up Peacock Master and two binary-linked love-birds. Ugh... Worst, /rescue, /mission, /ever.

...Now that's, a Pity.

 

[Orihime Ike]

6/25

The shielding crystals were there as they were walking, her attention on some of the things while presenting the glove and focusing the force to make a small bubble. The ones there with the researchers working on things to protect the main crystal for the shield before they were moving to go and get it into place. She didn't know what the other ones fighting around the area were doing but they could make a nice pathway to go in and set it up. The specialized power reactors they had been working on and with to have far better power management. "Careful with it." She was maintaining most of the things while going forward and time to get ready to test their main part of the crystal to better set up the things.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Boz Pity - Rocky Plains
Objective: Get to the pirate stronghold.

(3)

Abaigeal had commenced a deliberate slow lolloping run over the rocky undulating landscape toward the black column of smoke. Her lungs pushed out wind as she progressed and soon developed a sweat as the sun was beating down on her brow. Pushing her body up a slope of one of the rocky dunes she stopped behind a large boulder, large enough to conceal herself but not large enough for her to look over to see what was going on.

Abaigeal pulled a set of field binoculars adjusted the focus to zoom in on the smoke. It was a downed ship. Around the ship were several beings inspecting the wreckage and yet another ship flew over head banking to the north. She assumed this was the pirates work as she watched them pulling items out of the wreckage and loading their ground speeders. Moving the view of the binoculars she saw a body unmoved on the ground and one of the pirates kicked at it before firing a shot into it .. to make sure.

"I hate pirates", she whispered to the boulder which did not return a reply. Only moments later the pirates moved out north bound to their stronghold. Since the large boulder was in no mood to talk, and she did not fancy a one sided conversation, she moved out as well using her scanner to track them.

Meanwhile back at the grave yards ...

The ground cracked and sunk before a thick spray of earth exploded into the air, rubble from the ruins flew high and hit the side of the valley and crawling out of the crater came the awoken beast .. its tongue long and forked, flicked out of it's mouth tasting the air. Two large arms armed with long talons and crawls gripped the ground as it pulled itself up and onto firm ground. It's gigantic head turned toward the entrance, and it started toward the taste morsel that was Abaigeal .. and anything else beyond that.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

5/25

[member="Connor Harrison"]

Though the turret was damaged, it still was able to traverse fast enough, and the shot spread was wide enough that Kurayami could hear bolts pinging off his shielding. As long as it was just these grazing hits he'd be fine. If they got more accurate then he'd be in a bit of trouble to say the least. Heavy cannons are notoriously effective against shields when they hit square on. He could take at most two of those types of hits before he would have to call it. He hadn't armed himself for ground combat outside of his T-6's since he hadn't counted on it getting to that point. So he would have to make sure it didn't to the best of his abilities.

This lead him to using the pedals to raise and lower his altitude while maintaining his direction. He'd dip below their current lower arc of fire, then pop back up at random intervals before repeating the process. It was simple, and in that simplicity it was genius. They were convinced that they would get a lucky salvo and take him out of commission in revenge for the two of theirs he had splashed. It was a fun game trying to guess exactly when they would fire. As long as he could keep them busy, the ground forces could take care of the rest.

It was just a game to see if he could manage to keep his shields up long enough for them to get the job done and deal with any still able to put up a fight.

 

[Akhilleus]

3/25

[SIZE=10pt]Finally breathing in Nikias hadn’t even realized he’d been holding his breath and was more than a bit relieved and surprised that his plan had worked. Hearing Nantaris’ command Nikias looked at the crew and nodded his head as they began working. On the tactical display as the enemy Starfighters scrambled Nikias activated his com link to the other ships. “Ensure all remaining Starfighters are scrambled[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and corvettes move to engage. Leave two squadrons behind for a defensive screen for both of the frigates.” Nikias requested over the coms before looking back to the tactical display. Not counting the Starfighters down on the planet fighting the Silver Sanctum outnumbered them by only a few Starfighters counting the destruction earlier.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Keep the firing up. I want all the attention of those frigates focused on only us.” Nikias ordered the crew[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] if the pirate frigates could focus on the corvettes and destroy them that would in the end leave the Sanctum frigates open to attacks from the enemy Starfighters and corvettes. Nikias looked at it akin to a symbiotic relationship[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] without one of the other they would all fail. With all of the ships weapons facing forward only the starboard side of the Intrepid and portside of the Incisive could attack the frigate between it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Begin 90 angle turn to our starboard side,[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and get those Ion canons and Laser canons online. Prepare exact timing it will take to complete the turn and send it to Intrepid so they can match us as they turn to port.” The maneuver as recommended by Valiens would allow the ships to rake the pirates’ frigates with fire from both and as the ships turned to face it with all their weapons they would also present a smaller target. Looking out the viewport Nikias continued to stare as the maneuvers were initiated. “Ensure the defensive screen is still up[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] our backs will be open to the pirates if it isn’t.” Glancing once again back to the tactical display Nikias wondered how the ships would fair if they had proximity mines installed it could possibly add a bit of defense to the ship and was something he’d keep in mind when he returned to his homeworld and had his own personal ship built. [/SIZE]

[member="Valiens Nantaris"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

(4)
[member="Valiens Nantaris"], [member="Nikias"]


Aboard another Vigilante frigate,


Sumiko had always loved the stars. The dark, fathomless void of space, dotted with so many celestial bodies, had a serene, almost peaceful quality to it. The serenity of the void was broken by flashes of laser fire, eruptions of missiles, explosions and so on as the two flotillas did battle.


The Atrisian remained impassive, even as the frigate she was aboard of shuddered and quaked. Presumably some pirate fighters had gotten lucky and scored a hit. It did not interrupt her meditation. She was seated in a lotus position in a private chamber, meditating. The dark locks of her ebony hair framed her face, her stoic gaze swivelled around in an eerie twist of neck.


Her eyes were twin black orbs that tinged with power. Hands ending in long, bony fingers performed a complex looking series of gestures as she channelled the power of the Dark Side through her being. Her voice rose into a chant as words spoken in the Dark Tongue of the ancient Sith left her lips. With each of them, the room grew a bit chillier and the cold air gave her goose bumps when it kissed her skin.


Her hand gripped a ceremonial knife, whose hilt had been decorated by elaborate runes, and, without hesitation, she made a clean cut across her palm. Droplets of blood dripped out of the small wound and its crimson colour soon acquired a dark tint. Her chant grew stronger as she spoke the ethereal words, and stretched out with her consciousness, letting it expand across the void.


Truth be told, she cared not for the outcome of this little battle. It was just another petty skirmish. Perhaps the Coalition would actually put its recently finished battleship to good use and invade the Sith. Perhaps it would continue to sit around in its own corner and hope it would be left alone. Arch-Lady Kerrigan had hired her for this job. It would also be a useful test of her own skills.


She felt the minds of corsairs. Their hopes, greed, anger at being so rudely assaulted, and their fear. Sumiko gripped the hilt of her Sith sword, allowing the power of the sentient blade to flow through her. In the minds of the pirates, things were about to get a lot more complicated. There would be a flash that indicated the emergence of vessels through hyperspace. Then a fresh wave of small Coalition ships manifested in their rear, swiftly disgourging waves of starfighters like a horde of hungry locusts. If the pirates took the time to actually rally and bombard the newcomers, they would find that they were illusions. But that would require the average corsair to maintain discipline, while the very real Coalition ships hammered them.

 

[Maya Carrick]

2/25

Finding herself knowing that they would soon make their way. As the ones that was been made to set up the field hospitals in hope that there wouldn't be many, that is the best. As in any war one always hope that the count be low. From that on she would be in contract to those on the ground or in the air. Letting herself get on the commlink to to those around the area, to know that there be incoming soon enough.

Stepping foot on the ground. Maya here, boots on the grounds, where does my teams need to be station, where am I needed healing and back watching.


[member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Sumiko Tanaka"] [member="Valiens Nantaris"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

"Indiana Jedi and the Planet of Graves"
Post 1 of 20

The first thing you learned as a Jedi Archaeologist was that, if you wanted to learn about history, you had to get out of the library.

Somehow, being a Jedi meant that anytime you left the library, you were obligated into some damn fool crusade that inevitably resulted in someone shooting at you. Now, being raised by the Jedi Order of the Old Republic, Sor-Jan wasn't exactly clear about this whole 'karma' thing or how that worked, but it certainly seemed like karma was a Z-95 Headhunter strafing right up his aft end.

"Sir, I..."

Back in the Clone Wars, the 2-1B surgical droid had been one of many medics deployed with the 432nd Clone Expeditionary Unit under the command of Jedi General Sor-Jan Xantha. Surviving from that time to this dystopian future of a galaxy only further divided, the droid's comment was interrupted by a young Kamino Clone Trooper sitting in the co-pilot's chair. "We've lost the lateral controls!"

Now a juvenile clone cadet, an obsolete medical droid, and a BB unit were all that remained of General Xantha's crew. And not all of it vintage original. The ship, the Alderaan Queen, was a YT-2400 light freighter that may well have dated back to Sor-Jan's day and age, but he doubted it. He'd picked it up on Lothal, cheating at cards and gambling in sabaac after their Republic cruiser had crash landed coming out of a hyperdrive malfunction. The BB unit he'd scrounged up on Ithor while working on Queen. "Switch over," the young Jedi said, as both younglings made a series of adjustments to the consoles in front of them. Just as he was settling back into the pilot's seat, suddenly all the lights in the cockpit went black. Popping up so that he was standing on the chair, the boy pounded his fist up against an overhead panel. With a rattling lurch, the power came back on. "...and hope we don't have a burn out."

"Pardon me, sir, but..."

The droid started before the small Anzat had even settled back in his seat, only to be interrupted a second time as the clone's head came up sharply. "General..."

"I see them," the boy snapped tersely, hastily making adjustments to the ship's trim even as he fumbled for the comlink headset that had fallen from off his head at some point. Come to Boz Pity, they said. Defend the Coalition, they said. Eliminate piracy, they said. Well, this was just lovely. "Red Five, this is Red Leader. They're making a run on the medical frigate. I think I can cut them off before there."

"BUT SIR!"

Did anyone know what the Mandalorians were paying to recycle Clone War era droids? "Shut him up or shut him down!" the Anzat barked forcefully, gritting his teeth as he pitched the small freighter into a dizzying loop that sent the stars outside the cockpit swirling in an array of starlines, before easing it out of a sharp bank as heavy blaster fire sent colorful bursts in all directions.

It was in the middle of flying into that mass of death, destruction, and more death that the call came in over the comunit. "Red Leader, watch that crossfire! Your shields are down."

Simultaneously, the two younglings in the front of the cockpit just blinked. Their shields were...

"WHAT!?"
"WHAT!?"

"Sir, I noticed earlier that the ray shield generator has been damaged," the medical droid announced, at last able to speak for more than a half-second without interruption. "One more direct hit on our back quarter and we're..."

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING!"

Frack it. Too late now. Swearing colorfully under his breath in every language he knew, including a few that had become extinct in the known galaxy, the small Anzat pitched and weaved the ship as Z-95 Headhunters and CR-90 corvettes zoomed past. Adjusting the headset that had started slipping off his small head again, the boy Jedi announced, "Red One, this is Red Leader. Take over for me. I'm hit but it's not bad. I'm taking her planetside for repairs."

Reaching forward, the boy switched a few of the levers in preparation for hitting atmosphere. "I'll cut across their axis," he said, continuing to speak into the comlink. "Should draw their fire, and might take a few with us."

And, with that, the Alderaan Queen shot underneath the Sasori medical ship, looping up overhead before it shot straight through the center of the pirate starfighter cluster in a beeline for the planet looming there in space.

...now think for a minute: They could all be reading a holobook right now.