[TGE vs. SJO] Eklipse das Licht; Imperial Invasion of Silver Jedi Charros IV

[Zeradias Mant]

Deep Space
En Route to Bimmisari
ISV Resolute

An almost cheerful female voice responded to Odion's inquiry. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Too often in trying times was morale a killer. Though early in the fight, it was good to see spirits were high, even if the tone was only one of relief. Looking back to Zeradias for permission, he got the nod and continued, this time shedding his callsign and going by his given name.

Shortly before Odion responded, another voice came through, this one sounding much more military minded. Normally, he would limit his transmission to one party, but in this case he saw appropriate to transmit to them both rather than repeat his message.

"Captain Odion Black of the Iron Imperial Navy. Our fleet will be exiting hyperspace shortly and entering high orbit over Bimmisari. Upon our arrival we will be dispatching a battalion of marines to assist in security of refugee camps."

Following the message, Odion returned the headset to the comms officer before returning to his CO's side.

"We've been receiving reports of major activity over Charros IV. It is possible we will need to split the fleet.", he warned.

Listening intently, processing everything as it came almost systematically, Zeradias stared out into the abyss of space passing them by faster that the speed of light. He nodded subtly. "Not yet." Odion knew this to mean to be prepared in that event, but they would stay their current course for now.

The alarms began blaring throughout the bridge, ship, and the fleet. Black had left Zeradias' side to the CIC, observing holographic images of the fleet in formation. Picking up a mic, Black pushed a button before a prolonged tone played throughout the Resolute and the rest of the ships in the fleet.

"Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill. I repeat, set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill. Stand by for entry into Bimmisari system."

"So it begins."

[member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

B I M M I S A A R I​

G L A S T R O​

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Director Caalgen strutted importantly towards his objective; a small building that housed a relatively critical, at least to his knowledge, R&D laboratory that almost rivaled Travis' own work as the Empire's advanced weapons director. His guardians stayed at a loose distance from him, their stealth field generators preventing them from moving at any pace faster than a careful walk. They needed to stay hidden or else the Imperial presence would be discovered, something that the man was adamant about avoiding.

He arrived at the entrance to the structure but was quickly halted by a grouping of disguised security units. "And where do ya think you're goin', whitey?" One asked, looking the man's crisp white tunic in derision. The others moved from leaning against the walls, sizing up the fresh meat with their beady eyes, hands instinctively on their holsters. "Oh, my apologies; I thought this was the cantina. Oops-" Caalgen begun, before intentionally dropping one of his gloves. "I'll be on my way, my glove?"

He bent over, feinting grabbing his glove. At speeds unusual for a man of his age, his heavy blaster was unholstered, smoking holes were present on the guards' bodies, the smell of charred flesh filling the air along with the sound of three blasts.

"Don't mess with the uniform, scum." Caalgen rasped, stepping over the corpses to enter the lab.

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[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Kaileann Vera"]​

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Onimus Raa"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Reaper"] [member="Atmeiktes"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Adron Malvern"][member="Imperial Storyteller"] [member="Tyrian"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

Location: Space
Objective: Kill all Imperials, Make them pay for the atrocities committed at Hapes Prime
Allies: Silver Jedi and Friends
Opposition: Galactic Empire and their allies


March of the Tanith

"Ma'am, we are approaching the target co-ordinates. ETA 4 minutes and counting."

"Very good Lieutenant. Prep the pulse mass and ion mines. Once we drop out of Hyperspace, lay them out." Admiral Le'fiel ordered, grit in her tone in anticipation for what could be one of the bloodiest fights of her long career. "And I want all gunners to their stations, boarding crews armed and ready. Prepare to launch fighters as well... all of them."

The Hapan fleet was composed of two detachments, The Ouroboros, The Glorious Heritage, The Firedrake, and The Andromeda, which was all the Consortium could really spare without compromising their stiff border quarantine. Few they might be, these ships were more powerful than their size or their design's reputation, for good or ill, would suggest. Further, with 8 squadrons of fighters, this allied supplement to the Silver Jedi's forces would strengthen their offensive and provide sweet revenge for the Galactic Empire's atrocities and disregard for life when they hunted an entity called 'Dredge' into Hapan Space. The many thousands of Hapan citizens killed by collateral damage with not even a gesture of reparation simply could not be allowed to slide. An attack on the Capital City on the Throne World was an act of war. It happened that an Ally of the Hapes Consortium had conveniently declared war and launched an offensive simultaneously, too... how very convenient. It was not as if Hapes needed any further causus belli than they already had, but it still made a diplomatic point.

Major Relina Zhan, Ducha of Gallinore, was getting suited up on board the Firedrake, her assigned carrier. She knew precisely what she was getting into. She knew she was going to war and there was the chance that she might not come back. Her twin sister had talked her ear off the night before, protesting to no end. The thought that Relina might either come home in a cryopod, or barring a body to bury, as a memorial plaque with a folded Hapan flag and perhaps any medals that might be posthumously conferred. The two could practically read each other's minds, which perhaps troubled Lady Alessandra Zhan even further, knowing full well that Relina could not refuse her orders nor could she refuse her service to her Queen and nation. Simply put, she did not want to have to bury a second of her immediate family, the women's mother being the first.

A chime over the shipwide intercomm signaled that the fleet was exiting Hyperspace. "Showtime, My Lady." Angel Squadron's number two, Holland "lance" Roc, said. The Ducha only nodded in silence. Steeling herself to her mission, she put on a brave face and marched out of the pilot's locker room toward the hangar.

"All pilots to the hangars. All pilots to the hangars."

When Relina got to the hangar, her Terminus was just finishing being armed, fueled, and double-checked by the maintenance crews. Outside of the launch bay, the swirling blue tunnel of Hyperspace soon fades back to starlines, and then realspace. It looked like the party had already started. She would climb into the opaque cockpit of her fighter, making pre-flight checks as her astromech was lifted from below into her socket. Her tactical visor was put on and activated just before closing and sealing her canopy, opaque and studded with many tiny holocams protected by both shielding and transparisteel armoured lenses. This provided superior situational awareness few other fighters in the Galaxy could rival. "Angel Squadron ready for launch.", she said as the rest of her squadron boarded their craft.

"Fleetwide: All Squadrons are clear for launch." the flight control officer's voice said over the comm.

"Rodger. Angel Squadron, launch!" Relina replied as she pushed the throttle forward after the lift-off cycle was complete. The angel Squadron left the hangar and into open space followed closely by the Meteor Squadron.

Each fighter squadron would launch within minutes, taking their formations behind the Angel team. Each ship would announce the launch of each of their fighter complements.

"Angel and Meteor Squadrons, spaceborne."

"Garuda and Talon Squadrons, spaceborne."

"Agiel and Rapier Squadrons, spaceborne."

"Sorceress and Silver Squadrons, spaceborne."

The formation assumed was a wide, defensive one. The enemy shouldn't see the fighters at the current distance on active scanners, expect perhaps on any infrared scanners. The sleek profile of the Terminus was such that it did not send back much of a sensor echo, such as radar. There was a fair chance of a first strike, coupled with the fact that the Hapan detachment was moving into formation with the Silver Fleet.

"Angel and Meteor Squadrons, velocity and range restrictions are cancelled. Resume your mission. Good hunting." The comm ensign said.

"Rodger. Angel Squadron will prosecute." Relina replied. ​"All Squadron leaders report in present and accounted for."

"Garuda One, Standing by."

"Agiel One, Standing by."

"Meteor One, Standing by"

"Sorceress One, Standing by."

"Silver One Standing by."

"Rapier One, Standing bby."

​"Talon One, Standing by."

"All wings, arm AMRAM Concussion Missiles. Switch defector screens online, double front. Weapons safe until we have orders." Relina ordered. "Set s-foils to attack position and accelerate to attack velocity."

The swarm of Hapan Terminus fighter obeyed their orders in a unified sequence as the Hapan Fleet moved into attack position, locking onto enemy hard-points long before they got within range to fire. Around seventy-percent of the firepower of the Type D 505 Wyverns present would consist of Hapan-brand Ion cannon fire, the shield busters and bane of electronics they were. There were plans to seize and hijack some ships if possible. Missile tubes were loaded between all ships, from fighter to capital ship, mines were deployed, and soldiers were armed and on standby.

"Four to One, requesting weapons check." Angel Four addressed Relina.

"Weapons check: I am carrying four SRAMs Sidewinders, two GAM 120 Shockhammers, and 4 AMRAM Trunchions." Relina replied.

"Rodger... remember the Ballerophon." Four replied, referencing Relina's personal victory at the Battle of Stalsenek, for which other pilots had thought her extraordinary... some didn't even think she was Human.

But Ducha Relina Zhan was Human... full-blooded Hapan-breed Human. She was, like others of her kind, considered generally attractive by default of her breed, but tragically nightblind. She was Force Sensitive, but until recently, Zhan herself never put any real stock into that fact's significance. She credited her Military Academy and her first flight-lead when she was only a nugget in the Angel Squadron eleven years ago. Was it luck or was she something more than what she seemed? Perhaps this battle would tell for sure. She resented being referred to as Apollyon the Slayer, a figure from a myth... or a Wayist prophesy, depending on how religious one was, but in the Military, TAC names rarely changed once assigned. No one ever called her that to her face; only over comm chatter or behind her back.

Yes, she sank the Ballerophon, a Hapan Battle Dragon used by insurrectionists in the last war. One well placed Missile through the bridge veiwport at close range took out the command crew while her own fleet shut down the ship with an incessant barrage of ion fire. The capital ship crashed into Stalsenek's moon and still remains there as a young crater. Relina still had nightmares of that battle, despite therapy intended to mitigate them. The nightmares just didn't go away.

".... if I must..."

 

[HK-36]

Location: Deep Space, Still Enroute To The System
Objective: Talking
Allies: Silver Jedi, Iron Empire,
Enemies: Imperial Remnant, First Order
Equipment: Phrik Combat Body, Chameleon Cloak, The Black Staff of Power, Armored Vong Biot, Sliver of Light, 2x Heavy Magnetic Revolvers with Neuranium Pellets, more and links to be added later during actual deployment
Forces:

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Raiding Fleet- Large Number of Abregado War Galleys along with Some Hunter-Class Heavy Cruiser and a Single Vindicta-class Star Destroyer (Supplied by the Firemane)
Literal Imperial Remnant Fleet- Large numbers of found and scavenged Imperial warships from the time of Galactic Civil War and its aftermath period, restored and repair to working condition, now crewed by mix of droids and organics. Actual classes with links and numbers added later during deployment.

One of the benefits of the current situation Metal Lords found themselves in, being surrounded by multiple larger factions they had border and territory disputes with and deciding to just kind of show up out of deep space to claim their territory rather than take the more patient route, was that they were on a rather high state of alert, since the borders and diplomatic situation was still stabilizing. This tension meant they were already halfway ready to mobilize at moment notice so gathering the forces and getting everything ready to go didn't take that long.

So by the time HK received a response from [member="KeCholo"] he was already standing aboard the bridge of one of the vessels, looking over the hyperspace tunnel as his Greycloaks busied themselves around him, setting in place the heavy duraplast and sharkskin plates of the black biot that covered his Phrik body,

"They are not Sith."

The droid corrected his Master at Arms, sending a visual of his blue holographic form with arms spread out as the other droid guards tailor his armor suit to make sure it was all in sitting well like always,

"The Sith may come to help the Imperials but this particular bunch are not Sith themselves. I have seen their so-called Grand Moff get humiliated by an Alliance soldier and do nothing about, I have seen him switch titles and ranks like I switch bodies, this one time I am pretty sure I saved him from mugging on Coruscant while I was picking up a new pet. They are nought but bureaucrats, do not get me wrong they are pricks about it, but they are no Sith."

HK explained his view on that particular branch of Imperials to Ke,

"This is not an extension of our eternal war against the Sith filth, it is just one government squabbling up to the next about prestige, territory, and what they see as proper way of ruling over planets while the smallfolk are trapped in the middle burning alive for nothing but living in the wrong place at the wrong time. If it was not for your forces already involved there and our mercantile delegation on one of the planets I would have suggested to just wait it out and let it pass over like it always does."

The droid finally let his arms fall down as the armor was placed and secured properly over his body, his guards stepping back then as he continued his message,

"But I am glad to hear you are still alright. We will be exiting hyperspace shortly, I have received reports of vessel movements heading towards the system from the direction the Iron Empire space, I do not know which faction exactly sent them, do you know anything about their presence there and which sides they are backing? If it is the First then it would not surprise me supporting other Imperial powers or having vessels in that area, but the Iron Empire is the one I am curious about. We do not have much contact with them."

HK glanced away slightly, musing to himself and Ke,

"Something tells me they find me annoying."

He quipped before finally finishing,

"We did not had the luxury to carefully prepared, we have plenty of ARGH models with us though, most of them suited for boarding actions and quick ground intervention. I will see what is happening in the system first before deciding my course of action but I will probably push for that orbital bombardment being halted through any means necessary."

 

[Tanomas Graf]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=137NdRtrdKg​

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I N V P E L L A E O N , R E V E R T I N G T O C H A R R O S I V​

P R I M A R Y B R I D G E ​

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Five.

The azure tunnel of hyperspace began to flicker, other colors on the spectrum beginning to intrude on the ever-moving vortex that engulfed the star dreadnought.

Four.

Graf's organic hand tightened over the armrest of his command throne, a silence having taken hold of the atmosphere in the bridge, all of them felt it; the calm before the storm.

Three.

The Grand Admiral's eyes set themselves on his cybernetic forearm, the red-painted metal gleaming out from under his uniform's cuff. This was the Force's sick trophy for his strategic victory over Serenno.

Two.

His blood had been boiling minutes earlier as the advance force had reported the arrival of the Hapes Consortium, no attempting to avenge the annihilation of their capital. Galactic powers invaded their cluster on a weekly basis, but once a fleet of ships approached their capital, they were suddenly bloodlusted.

One.

The Imperials had been working their entire life towards this point, their ideologies survived through multiple wars along with most of their kind. The Jedi changed their own every decade, coming up with 'new and improved' ways of standing in the way of galactic peace, provoking other factions into military action.

Zero.

The gargantuan super star destroyer leaped from the realm of hyperspace, reverting over the planet of Charros IV. Graf looked to the sides of the bridge, out of the viewports, to watch as dozens of Imperial warships joined him in realspace. By his calculations, the Imperial fleet had just went from being outnumbered to outnumbering the Silver Jedi in both ships and firepower.

"All ships. Open fire."

Countless thousands of Imperial turbolasers began firing at the enemy fleet, sending bright emerald blasts of energy and light, the most destructive forces in the galaxy in plentiful supply. Trails tagged along after barrages of concussion missiles were unleashed from the expansive batteries of the Pellaeon and its escorts. "I want a front line composed of the Victorys, keep the Vindicators center and on the flanks. Have our capitals protected from starfighters."

Like clockwork the ships moved, adopting superior strategy in order to overcome their adversary. All twelve of the super star destroyer's 'Javelin' hypervelocity cannons extended, bursting their radiant slugs at near the speed of light towards the enemy, hopefully piercing through the inferior vessels. "Put on the psychological war op, all enemy frequencies."

Soon those using the comm channels of the Silver Jedi Order would have their chatter replaced with something more fearsome:

The screams of those that the Empire eradicated on Hapes.

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[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="NT-6922"] | [member="Ailuros"] | [member="Alema Valla"] | [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Irina Volkov"] | [member="Tyrian"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="KeCholo"] | [member="Gideon Bast"] | [member="Atmeiktes"] | [member="Onimus Raa"] | [member="Reaper"]​

 

[Anya Malvern]

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Location-imperial star destroyer hyperspace
Objective-await orders
Allies-[member="Adron Malvern"] empire
Enemies-jedi of the silvers

Anya glance to adron curious at his words, she glanced away as she thought on his words a second and then closed her eyes nodding. How odd it felt to be on the side that attacked only to go and attack those that were once allies. She stood straight as the officers...marshal and general....these men here commanded hundreds to war and orchestrated untold destruction...but that was on every side...war wasn't merciful

She listened to adrons orders to the officers, she remained quiet as could, her appearance was one that spoke of tales of war and fighting as a warrior...insidee however she was nervous yet eager to return yet again to the fight.

She turned with him, a breath being let out as she allowed a moment to relax then looked yo him, committed they were...more so she was committed to him then the empire, didn't mean she wasn't loyal the empire had provided so much to her husband and herself she was thankful

On the bridge anya put her hands behind her back looking around the place...it was a blurr of activity final checks comms everything moving about at a pace that filled the air with anticipation and excitement. Glancing to adron she nodded and watched the stars elogante before shooting past...

 

[Ellie Mors]

The Number Of The Beast

Aboard the Knightsbane
Allies: The Galactic Empire, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member=Sko'saht], [member="Relina Zhan"]

Those who converged on the world of Charros IV to engage the Imperial presence likely thought that they were the proverbial hornet's nest that was struck in this incursion - that the Galactic Empire was merely acting as the straw that would snap the patience of the amalgam of allies that answered the call for aid that the Silver Jedi undoubtedly sent out. She could sense the anger, the hatred, that permeated the rubble on the planet below, the hundreds upon thousands of focused, honed, murderous intents that the approaching fleets seemed to magnify tenfold. Perhaps the armadas that rallied under the banner of an united plight against the dark side thought that the Empire was foolish enough to arrive with such a small force, to bombard the surface of Charros as a mere act of random terrorism and genocide. Even as she strode through the hall to the turbolift that would bring her to the bridge of the massive destroyer she could feel the rumble of retaliatory fire strike against the shields and the shock waves that shuddered through them to shake the ship. Perhaps they thought this battle already won, a preemptive strike by the Empire and the total domination of their forces by a combined alliance led by the Silver Jedi Order - expecting, perhaps, a hasty retreat after, presumably, underestimating such a cumbersome and sprawling foe.

But all of this, even the hesitation to return fire on the enemy emplacements - a tactic to seek out their locations - had been accounted for by the tactical genius of the Empire, with some advisory aid from the witch that was now making her way to the command center of the Knightsbane. She counted the seconds as she made her approach, her confident expression framed by the tousled dark hair that fell below her shoulders, and shut her eyes as she neared the final digits that would mark the second turning point in this battle. "Twenty-five.." She whispered, swiping her hand through the air to force open an automated door before her approach brought her close enough to activate its sensor. "Twenty-six." She muttered, a hand reaching out to lightly touch against the wall of the narrow passageway that led to the bridge in order to stabilize her form as the ship shuddered again, another strike from one of the planet's defensive emplacements releasing an inaudible shock wave as they splattered against the ship's impressive shields, shaking the ship somewhat. "Twenty-seven." Irina said, opening her eyes as she neared the door, her hand slipping away gently from the wall to force the door to stay open for her approach.

'Twenty-eight.' Came the sound of her voice in her head, her lips no longer parting as she stepped through the doorway and into the bridge. She would remain silent now, until speaking became necessary, as to not disturb the crew, many of whom were likely unaware of the events about to unfold. 'Twenty-nine.' The thought fluttered through her mind as she sought out her place in the bridge, a small area with the greatest perspective through the central viewport to observe the void of space beyond - and the many ships and defenses that had attempted to beleaguer them.

'Thirty.'

Her own voice, even in her thoughts, was drowned out by the sudden blaring of [member=Tanomas Graf]'s voice over the ship's communication systems.

"All ships. Open fire."

The tension in the bridge had been nearly palpable, but the voice of their esteemed leader giving the order to strike served to cut through this unease like fire through a fog, and she barely managed to sit when the ship lurched as it unloaded the full extent of its military might - such great energy expelled at once that it pushed the ship back several degrees. As the fleet's formation shifted she could feel the silence settle in as the crew's morale returned with an increased vigor, and she waited for the rush of emotions that would soon come to a raging boil from the enemy as their fear had from the civilians below. Already concentration built within her, the darkness in her soulless heart churning like the furnace of chaos.

Then, at the height of this calamitous engagement, she would act - an empath fueled by the hundreds of thousands of deaths that the initial bombardment had created and the emotions that followed, rife with anger, confusion, and fear.

Their fates would be sealed.

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

FIV Vindicator ; Reverting to Charros IV​

Command Bridge​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ON6KZ1M3zLw​

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Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Irina Volkov"]
Enemies: [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="Sko'saht"]
Objective: Secure Orbit
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Carlyle slid a crisped paper roll into his mouth. It sat tautly between his jaws as his other hand deftly moved to his officers tunic. He clasped his lighter, and raised it. The Vindicator's crew remained steadfast and silent. The only sounds given was the occasional status report, and the sounds of fingers tapping on consoles . An air of apprehension clung to every part of their being. The ship had been in service for an age now, and had seen conflict at nearly every turning point in recent galactic history. At Castameer. At Kaeshana. At Anoat. And now Charros IV.

Rausgeber lamented this as he flicked the lighter open, and ignited it. He gently pressed the naked flame to singe the brown paper. The effect was instantaneous. Carlyle inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. He let the intoxicating aroma fill his lungs, as he wordlessly returned the lighter to its resting place. The historical streak the Vindicator had was not beneath the notice of its commander. And for that, he lamented the gravity of his current actions. The recent success in the Anoat sector did bring into sharp relief, a sense of arrogance to the fleet admiral.

Did fate bring him here to end the Silver Jedi?

Was this to be another success?

Or would the Silver Order's military prove again to be the better?

Carlyle didn't have time to analyse that quite yet. He heard the navigator's warning, "Thirty seconds until reversion sir!" The lieutenant reported, his voice a combination of excited, while simultaneously betraying the unadulterated terror which festered within. For but a second, the whole crew stilled. Some closed their eyes. Others began to silently mouth a countdown. Many more looked at each other with a mixture of fear, but also a knowledge that was common among all First Imperial personnel. That if this were to be the end, then they would make the enemy pay a hefty cost to send them to the void.

Carlyle's eyes opened, he clasped the cigar between two fingers, and took a drag. He blew out a grey, cloud of smoke which settled before his face. The officer licked his lips. According to his countdown, they should have arrived. He was wrong. Zero, point, two five seven seconds wrong. The FIV Vindicator emerged towards the fore of the fleet, its entire structure lay in the shadow of the larger INV Pellaelon. Had Rausgeber been a younger officer. Or a fool, he would have taken a moment to eye the vessel.

But he was better than that. A professional. He had no commands, and would wait until Graf gave them. The First Order's battlegroup, although assimilated with the Galactic Empire's, was focused upon the starboard flank. The fleet was dominated by vanquisher and imperial-iv star destroyers. All of whom obediently sat in waiting for the beloved order to engage. Until then, they absorbed the fire from the enemy. Able to

The Vindicator's kyber imbued shielding stoically held firm as the Silver Jedi's defences desperately began to attack. A smirk pursed Carlyle's lips. How pathetic. These Jedi were incompetent tacticians. Deft combatants, but it would be Carlyle Rausgeber and Tanomas Graf who would command the void. Not these pretenders.

The warship remained totally still, waiting for the Grand Admiral's first commands. Rausgeber stood there at the fore of the bridge, watching as enemy fighter squadrons formed up. As the Silver Jedi's defensive flotilla sized them up. He waited, and waited, until the magic words were commanded over the comms unit.

"All ships. Open fire."

Within seconds, the Vindicator's gunnery crews opened fire. The massive destroyer unleashed a withering barrage of kyber imbued ion and turbolaser fire, complimented by a constant stream of rocket propelled ordinance that any artillery commander would envy. From his command station, Rausgeber watched the hypervelocity stations with sharpened eyes.

"Target those defence platforms." The Fleet Admiral ordered, pointing at the closest one to his position. "Disable or destroy them." He continued, "Just get them out of commission."

 

[Jastor Husk]

LOCATION: IFV Pellaeon
OBJECTIVE: Neutralize Enemy Forces
ALLEGIANCE: Galactic Empire

The Supreme Commander lay in bed, accompanied by one of his many night time friends, sleeping as the IFV Pellaeon was in hyperspace, on route towards Charros IV. His slumber was abrupty ended by the voice of one of his servant girls, "Master Husk, the fleet is thirty minutes away from arrival at Charros IV, you requested a wake-up at this time." Husk groaned sourly at his slave, slowly leaning up from his position sprawled across the bed. He twisted his neck to free it from stiffness, before smacking the shoulder of his bedmate, "Wake up Tory, your morning duties await." He spat at the confused woman. It took another minute of adjusting to his conscious state of mind before he got up and walked toward his refresher, two of his three servants following him. They bathed him before grooming him following his sonic shower, quite unenthusiastically. With the third, now dressed in the thin white gown Husk had given the slaves to adorn, joining the two, they dressed him in his green imperial officer's uniform. Fully dressed and prepared, he left his servants with the orders to clean his stateroom, and prepare for his return.

As the Supreme Commander left, his staff awaited him outside his stateroom, no doubt waiting there for more time than he had been awake. They gave him reports, requested his input, and all sorts of nitty gritty he handled on a days basis. However, today would not be like every other day, working on paperwork and large campaigns, today he would lead the Imperial attack on Charros IV, hence his movement towards a specialized command room, Grand Admiral [member="Tanomas Graf"] had granted Husk himself. It had been converted from a wardroom into his very own strategy center, where all his troops would receive his orders. Growing tired of all the different voices constantly pestering him from his staff he shouted, "Quiet! Not another voice until we reach the command center." He paused, "Someone, inform the Grand Admiral of my arrival at the command center once we reach orbit of Charros IV."

The command center was lit blue by the holographic displays and command tables littered about. Several generals and their attending officers and display technicians were present, all standing at attention by the Supreme Commander's entrance. Husk waved it off, "At ease." With that, they all went to bustling around, preparing for the invasion. Husk went directly to the largest table, centered in the middle of the former wardroom. Displayed was the surface of Charros IV, "Are the forces ready, general Farsee?" An elderly Togrutan answered his question, "To fight and die for the glory of the Empire, commander." A sick grin spread across Husk's face, "Then we might take the victory yet, general. For all to revel."

IMPERIAL 3RD SECTOR ARMY

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• 52,900 Stormtroopers
• 94,556 Army Troopers
• 8x All Terrain Armored Transports
• 32x All Terrain Scout Transports
• 12x All Terrain Scout Transports Mk iii
• 18x All Terrain Anti-Aircraft
• 36x S-1 FireHawke Heavy Repulsortanks
• 90x 2-M Saber-class Repulsortanks
• 12x Self-Propelled Heavy Artillery
• 36x Self-Propelled Medium Artillery
• 28x Heavy Artillery Platforms
• 58x Mobile Artillery
• 84x M850 Artillery Howitzers
• Total: 147,456 Infantry
• Total: 196 Armored Vehicles
• Total: 218 Artillery Units

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Charros IV​

Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"]​

Enemies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Irina Volkov"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]​

Objective: Music spread​

Mood music: Pirate's Lullaby by Pat Razket​

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Aedan curled his lips in distaste as he looked up hearing screams come over the communication lines he had. Shaking his head he gestured once towards his men as he looked at the forces that were arraying themselves before them his eyes tiredly looking over them. He stood up and walked over to the communications console leaning down he pressed a button shutting off communications with the Silver Jedi opening a new highly secured communications line between his ships he started to speak calmly. "All ships prepare for engagement move forward at quarter speed target those Victory-class ships. I want their communications to be blocked the same way they did ours. Send them a greeting through music preferably something piratey." Aedan smirked as his crew got to work the Werda pressing forwards first the other ships more hesitantly moving to follow turning he made his way back to the command throne retaking his seat upon it. His eyes turned to the holoboard as it displayed his forces moving forward to engage the enemy taking note of various things he pressed a series of buttons on the arm of the command throne the sector behind the enemy lighting up in crimson as he marked it as a negative jump path.

Fleet:

Spoiler

Werda Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer (2000 meters)
24 Saotome Bombers
44 Satome Gunships (Replaced 12 heavy dropships with them)
14 Umbra-class dropships

Disruptor Sionoma-class Star Destroyer (2000 meters)
2x Squadrons of Devastator Mk 2
2x Squadrons of E-wing Defenders

Disabler Immobilizer 419-class (1500 meters)
3x squadrons Wroshyr-class Assault fighters
4x squadrons of Monsoon-class fighters
3x Squadrons of Freefall bombers

Shadow and Night 2x Okami-class Heavy Cruisers (1000 meters each 2000 total)

Drake, Hatchling, Wyvern, and Draco 4x Meteor-class Assault frigates (250 meters each 1000 total)

48x Basalisk War Droids each

 

[Thane Drexel]

Spoiler

Fleet info

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36428-rav-001-home-one/ 940m

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54117-solo-class-carrier 1137m

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54119-mothma-class-star-destroyer 1137m

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54118-skywalker-class-star-destroyer 1137m

x2 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/36459-inevitable-class-battlecruiser/ 1500m

x3 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55285-rieekan-class-defense-frigate/ 900m

x3 http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/CR90_corvette 380m

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35584-shield-class-medical-frigate/ 380m

Total Length: 7511m


Fighter Count:

x88 http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/T-65XJ3_X-wing_starfighter
x72 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53485-rab-1-matchbox/
x84 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52952-raaf-1-corvus/
x24 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35177-echo-esb-8a-nevermore/
x24 http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53293-raaf-2-arcadia/

Location: Space over Charros IV
Allies: [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Sko'saht"]
Enemies: [member="Jastor Husk"] (The Portly One) / [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] (The fun one) / [member="Irina Volkov"] (The Feeler) / [member="Tanomas Graf"] (The Saltiest)

<<All wings green light, converge on the enemy fleet. Interceptors stay in defense. Disable then destroy. All ships return fire. Target the main cannons, frigates move in to defend against incoming fighters. Give em hell!>> Admiral Hoff barked over the comms.

"Sir, we have reports that the enemy is broadcasting on all open channels...it...it's the screams of people. They recorded themselves killing people! What should we do?"

Turn all comms to the encrypted networks. We'll not let them use such petty tactics. Live are lost in battle, but that doesn't mean it's a weapon against us. I've trained you all better than that. Thane, hearing the news on his own comm, replied to counter the useless tactic.

"Affirmative, all channels are being switched as we speak."

Out in the vacuum, the Red Fleet began its own assault against the Imperial fleet. Long range weapons, ranging from Ion to HVCs flooded the viewport with flashes that gave the bridge a hue, shadowing the back wall with the silhouettes of the crew. The destroyers focused on the lead ship[Pellaeon], the swarm of fighters moved into attack positions and engaged the enemy. The heavier X-wings and Matchbox were able to take hits and keep moving with the lighter and faster Arcadia wove in a swept up. The Rebel pilots pushed hard to keep the Imps back, allowing the Nevermore to skirt the edge of the fighting for larger targets. Their stealth plating and high speed capabilities flung them into the midst of the Imperial fleet with light opposition.

Thane walked the hangar with the rest of Rogue Squadron was waiting to deploy********

 

[Aerion Ivelisse]

Location: Charros IV Space.
Objective: Protect Innocents.
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order.
Enemies: The Galactic Empire and Allies.

Colonel Ivelisse's vacation at the planet of Charros IV was coming to an end.

Not much of a vacation as he was hunting a criminal organization that had originated on Coruscant and suddenly, had disappeared after the war with the First Order had started winding down. At this point in time, or at least the time of his departure from GAG HQ, he could find no links as to why, but reports said this same group was off in the Silver Jedi Order preparing to perform the same acts.

So he went off, alone.

Stealth-X and astromech were his only companions.

However, his search had come to a quick close when he received a message on his DataPad of an assault on the planet by the Imperials.

The First Order wouldn't come this far out en masse?

No... The Galactic Empire.

And soon enough he was in his Stealth-X, entering low orbit, ahead of him, naval forces were already forming with each other to prepare slugging each other into oblivion. It was certainly going to be a long day...

 

[Subject 37]

CHARROS IV - Orbit to Ground

The ship shook slightly, it's fiberplast exterior and thrust thrace dampeners keeping it cloaked from sensors and sight as it dropped down towards the planets orbit.

On the viewscreen to the right Tyrian could already see the thousands of fighters and bright green streaks of turbolasers flying through the air. The Imperials had begun their assault, and as always the Silver Jedi were here to defend their world. He frowned for a few seconds, glancing at his chrono to check the time on their mission. A few of the Legionnaires did the same, though he supposed that many of them were just eager to get going, wanting to know the ETA of their drop.

The ship shook once more, burning through the atmosphere and leaving a thin trail of smoke behind. Tyrian glanced out the viewport, watching the sky quickly change and spotting one of the massive factory cathedrals within the distance.

The Soldier scowled slightly, his HUD flaring with an odd line that cut through to the edge of the horizon. "Get ready."

The drop would be a quick thing, not at all military protocol but effective in its own way. Tyrian sat himself down in one of the seats and pulled the security bar over his head, strapping himself in place. A few of the others did the same, shifting uncomfortably and locking their blaster rifles into the small alcoves besides their seat. There was only a bakers dozen of them, but it would be enough. He shifted his weight, then suddenly felt the container detach from the underside of the shuttle.

Within half a breath the small cargo container dropped from the air, repulsors flaring to life for only half a second as they went crashing into the hillside.

 

[Roona Osmari]

Location: Kadena Airbase
Allies: SJO – [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Arisa Yune"]

There was tension all around.

Nerves were frayed, people were on edge, but they did their duties nonetheless. The airstrike had been short-lived, but it had taken the base by surprise. And it had done enough damage to send the area into an uproar. There was damage to the base itself, some of the crafts that called it home, and some unfortunate souls, too. It was a rough scene, to be sure. Troops were being mobilized to assist the local civilian population, battle stations were ready, and the shields were up.

Roona Osmari leaned up against the outer hull of her transport, a gloved hand pressed to her forehead. There was just a bit of blood, but enough red was visible to catch the eye of a passing medic.

“You alright, Sergeant?” He asked, immediately pulling her hand away.

“Just a scratch, move along.” Roona replied in a low tone.

Turning her back on the medic, she made it clear that she was in no mood to be fussed over. The Sergeant began to prepare. Already dressed in armor, she completed a last check of her weaponry and then tucked her helmet into the crook of her arm. Along with the Antarian Rangers, there were other members of the Silver Jedi Order on the surface, including the Grandmaster herself. This was troublesome, indeed. Green eyes searched the sea of military personnel present.

“Colonel Calderon?” She called out, spotting one form that stood out against the others. “Your orders, sir?”

Roona stood up straight, she didn’t want to disappoint.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base
Objective: Organize and prepare defenses
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] all Silver Forces
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] all GE invasion forces

Spoiler: Gear

Light Combat Suit, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Flash Bangs

As Dusaro waited for the comm to flick to life with a report on the status of Aria, Dusaro took more serious look into what exact forces they had at this base. The base had been built to defense the rather large nearby city, having multiple of their impressive Catherdral Factories in the area. Normally a defensive unit would only be a Regiment in size, but given the local unrest along with it being on the edge of their borders, local forces had been bolsted to a full Division for defensive purposes. With enough forces to both defend the city along with the ability to deploy multiple companies out without loosing the ability to defend, it was a robust and well rounded Division. It also made Dusaro feel a bit overwhelmed. The largest group he had commanded was a battle line of roughly a battalion in size. He was basically going to be doing a Major General's job. But at the moment there was no one else who could take that job. He could have just left it alone, hope someone else would step up to the plate. 'Kark that' He thought with a momentary grin that bared his fangs, quickly turning to the comms officer giving out orders to those at the base. "Officer Williams is it?" Dusaro said, the man looking from his console and giving a sharp salute. "Yes sir!" Dusaro returned the salute. "Until further notice, i will be taking command of this Military Base. We have no one else to take command here at this time. Hook me up to the base Comms and make sure the signal does not get leaked out." The office nodded, switching a few buttons over before stepping back and letting Dusaro have the mic.

"This is acting base commander Dusaro Dresari, speaking to all stationed units at Charros Defense Base Three. We have a invading force of The Galactic Empire and their allies. No landing forces have yet been spotted and the battle in the skies is raging with a fiery vengance. But they will come. They will come with Stormtroopers and orbital bombardments. Walkers and bombers. Fighters and gunships. " He paused a moment, letting his words sink in. "And how shall we receive them? With bunkers and trenches, emplacements and shields? I think not. They come to assault, pillage and destroy? We will give them their own medicine. I will not tolerate a single enemy Trooper stepping a single foot in the cities! I will not tolerate a single encampment of Stormtroopers that taints this planets surface! They will not be allowed to continue their destruction on this planet! We shall make place become as a living hell to them, such a one that they will tremble to remember the day they stepped on Charros! Can you do it!" Dusaro said, his words followed by the sound of soldiers putting their feet together to attention and making salutes, followed by a sharp "Yes sir!". "Good! All troops, prepare for deployment orders. Keep in formation with your units." Dusaro said, switching to specific units after this to give out orders.

Spoiler: Troop Compisition

SJ/Regulars(6000) SJ/Heavy Weapons(500) Ranger Scout Division(1200) Ranger Combat Medics (1000) Ranger Scout Sniper(500) Infantry Total (8200)

Tanks/Support Craft Composition

Radmada Mortar Carrier (34 total,3 Squadrons of 12) KV-1 Bengal Main Battle Tank (28 total, 7 Squadrons of 4) KV-02 "Sabertooth" Mobile Artillery Platform (8 total, 4 Squadrons of 2) LLV-3 Contegori-class Mobile Shield Generator(6 total, 6 squadrons of 1) Tango APC (28 total, 2 squadrons of 14)

They had enough APC's to move an entire Battallion out at any time. With a total carrying capacity of five hundred and sixty, Dusaro designated one hundred and fifty Regulars, a hundred and eighty Ranger Scouts, a hundred and eighty Ranger Scout snipers and fifty combat medicts to be turned evenly into smaller mobile squads. This was the skirmish force that would be sent out when their sensors detected the enemies troop transports coming in to land. They along with the three squadrons of Ramada Mortar Carriers and two Squadrons of KV-1 Bengal MBT's were kept at ready to be deployed when the enemies landing disposition was confirmed. In the mean time the KV-02 MAP's would deploy in strategic locations in preperation to shift to where the enemy was coming from when they came in to land, guarded by the six LLV-3 Contegori MSG's. It was worth noting also that each of the Pamada Mortar Carriers were loaded with five rounds of 3t6 thermobaric charges.

The rest of the Silver Forces would work on fortifying their defenses on the routes into the city, along with laying ambushes in the nearby ravines should the enemy attempt to use them. Even with the amount of area they had to cover however, there was plenty of troops left over that would not be doing much more then standing around and waiting. Seeing the destruction in the city Dusar had multiple units of Combat Medics and several from the Regulars begin setting up first aid stations and helping with building collapses while the rest of the forces secured the area. While there would certainly be locals working on exactly the same thing they would certainly need the aid and Dusaro was not about to deny them that aid. After sending those orders out, Dusaro pauses for a moment and looks to his fellow Padawan. "Hey Doug, would you mind going into the city with the Medics and aiding them? See if you can put those Jedi skills to use. Also leaves you in place to help defend the city incase of any suprises." Dusaro said, letting Doug decide if that is where he wished to go. Having another Jedi in the city would certainly be helpful on quite a few levels.

After all forces were in place and doing their jobs, Dusaro waited for reports of enemy landing craft. Untill they knew from where and in what numbers they were coming from they could not do much more then wait, so wait they did. When the screams started playing over their comms, Dusaro made a disgusted face. "Get that chit off of our comms." He said, the comms officer sending out a combination of code-words to switch frequencies, while also setting up and preparing countermeasures against any further 'assaults'. Had it come in at a diffrent time in the battle it would have had more of an effect on morale, but as early as it was sent it's effect were lessend.

 

[KeCholo]

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Create a new frequency and give AA guns new orders
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Enemies: [member="Tanomas Graf"]

''Evil has many faces, HK.'' were Ke'Cholo's departing words to HK-36, unusually philosophical for the mercenary.

''Tell the others to concentrate your fire on the bombers, we don't want them breaking through that ray shield!'' Ke'Cholo still awaited the arrival of the grand Imperial army he was promised by Arisa Yune, but he wasn't complaining. Stand around and shoot bombers out of the sky for this many credits? Sounded good to him. In just a moment, one of the frequencies he was patched through to began to light up. Switching over to it, he heard agonizing screams.

''Someone get me a comms technician!!!''​

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In just a moment, an old runty Bonthan wearing a helmet with an antenna approached him, visibly disturbed. The Bonthan gave a half hearted salute, before seating himself at a nearby station that controlled the broadcast frequencies for Battlewell.

''Who's doing this?'' Ke'Cholo asked, more annoyed than disturbed. The Duros knew that this hiccup would be more of an annoyance than a hinderance. The bulk of his army were droids who were incapable of fear. The Urko were naturally inclined to only grow more bloodthirsty at these noises and the Battlewell Marines were conditioned to drown them out. The only people that would be bothered by this, would be the artillerymen, who both wouldn't like the sound and would be unable to receive the orders for targeting the bombers.

''Well,'' the Bonthan began to furiously type on his keyboard, ''With a little decrypting, turns broadcast is originating from an Imperial ship. I think it's this one, but I'm not sure.'' The Bonthan pointed to Tanomas Graf's ship. Ke'Cholo tapped on the table, trying to decide what to do.

''Broadcast white noise on the frequen-'' Ke'Cholo suddenly paused, ''-cancel that order, we don't want them getting any ideas as to which part of the planet we're in yet. Set up a new encrypted frequency.'' Ke'Cholo placed two fingers in his mouth and made a shrill whistle. The people around him paused for a moment.

''I some of you to go tell our artillery gunners to switch to our new frequency, password Delta-Zeta-Zeta-Alpha-one-one-five-Romeo-six-seven-one...write that down! Tell them to switch to the frequency and target all their bombers first and then the shuttles bringing down their recon teams. NOW!!!'' The Duros stomped furiously around the camp. Is this all the Empire had to offer? Some half-hearted attempt at physiological and a puny orbital bombardment?

 

[Charity Luckless]

Location: Bimissari Refugee Camp
Objective: Heal wounds and souls
Allies: Silver - [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"]
Enemies: Imps - [member="Gorba the Hutt"]


The conspicuous Jedi with the electrically violet hair paced slowly within one of the medical tents, her right arm cradling a sleeping Duros infant and her left caressing his fragile head. The tall woman rocked with each step, keeping within sight of the baby boy's slumbering mother. She rounded the gurneys as she did so, speaking soft words of encouragement to those who were cognizant. Occasionally Charity would stall next to an unconscious patient and do her best to impart some form of soothing energy upon their stressed nervous systems. It was fairly peaceful in here, if sobering and somewhat painful for the empathetic Jedi to immerse herself in such an environment.

Abruptly Charity shuddered, heart sinking seemingly without rhyme or reason. Her diaphragm contracted and her blood stilled for the briefest of chilling moments in an inexplicable convulsion. It was over as soon as it began, but she knew it was not to be ignored. "Master Kitra?" she called worriedly, but the Silver Circle's guide had gone to respond to a comm signal.

Charity strode out of the tent in her fluid manner, clutching the snoozing infant into her breast gently as she sought out her friend and mentor. "Master," she murmured, afraid to interrupt the woman's conversation but also convinced that a great tragedy had just transpired. "I fear something bad has happened..."

 

[Adron Malvern]

{3}
Location: Orbit over Charros IV, Invasion Force Flagship, Bridge
Objective: Begin Invasion
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Thane Drexel"] The Silver Jedi Order & Allies


The INV Courageous flew through Hyperspace, the scene of flitting stars passing the warship by crossed over the viewport.

Adron stared at the scenery, tapping his right foot eagerly as he maintained a concentrated silence. Like insects swarming from the hive thoughts flooded into his mind, about each and every thing that could happen during this invasion. He could so easily meet any of the Jedi he had fought with, shared meals with, even considered an ally. And as easily as he would meet them they would die by his hand. How sobering.

The thoughts came to an end as what was an array of flashing lights and stars turned into a slow pull back into the reality of Real Space.

"Sir, we're in! We have an enemy fleet engaging the Grand Admiral and allied forces, Orders sir?" Admiral Yahla declared, turning towards Adron and Anya intently.

silence..

Silence...

Silence.....

An eerie silence filled the deck of the Imperial Star Destroyer as everyone's eyes turned to the High Moff. He was expected to issue his orders, yet there was hesitation as his eyes became trained on the planet before them. Clenching his hand around his sword he pulled himself back to reality, his voice finding life as it boomed over the deck. "Move our escorts into position Admiral, Transports in the rear, prepare to spear through to that planet! All fighters to their positions, ready to deploy on command!"

"Yes, sir!" The scarlet headed woman sounded off, before turning towards her staff. She held out her arms expectingly as she called over the deck. "You need me to repeat it for you? Get to work, boys!" The men all called out, "Yes, Ma'am!" Before each individual deck officer saw to their own duties.

A calm wave washed over Adron, finding confidence in place of hesitation. His mind and conscious cleared for the moment, it was time to begin. "Admiral, it's your ship, your fleet, get us to the planet." He said, turning away from the deck.

The catty Admiral offered a curt nod before taking her place in the center of the deck. "Time to pull overtime, all ships raise your shields and arm your weaponry!" Her order sounded.

Leaving the duties of the Fleet to the Admiral, Adron turned to Anya, gesturing for them to take back to the main hall. "Let's have some fun." He said, making his way through the threshold. The Novatrooper Escort came to life, turning on a swift pivot to follow the two back to their destination. As they made their way through the pristine halls, Adron's stride found a life of it's own. "I want you to stay close to me. Do not leave my side until this planet is rubble." He said, his eyes never leaving the corridor's before them.

Once they finally made it to the Star Destroyer's hangar Adron stared at the outfit of LAAT gunships and transport ships that riddled the main hangars. As the fighter squadron's rushed to their stations Adron approached the shuttle reserved for him and his escort troopers.

Adron looked to his Novatrooper Sergeant. "Are your men ready?" He asked.

"Win or die, sir." He replied, solemnly.

Adron led Anya into the transport, taking a seat near the wall as he tapped into his gauntlet. Opening himself up to the Fleet's main frequency he was open to all the chatter that erupted over his ships.




~~~~Bothawui Sector Invasion Fleet~~~~14,853M
Summary: Fleet emerges from Hyperspace over Charros IV. High Moff Adron passes command to Admiral Yahla. All ships prepare for possible combat with enemy fleet while beginning Invasion procedures. All ships armed, shields operational, and fighter crews preparing to deploy.

INV Courageous {FS}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Fighters preparing to deploy~2900M

The Resolute, The Masterful, The Omniscient {ECx3}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Fighters preparing to deploy-3375M

The Swarm {SC}-Full Invasion Complement-Shielding 100%-Fighters preparing to deploy-2375M

The Diversity {TT}- Full Invasion Complement- Shielding 100%- Fighters preparing to deploy-2885M

Velox Class Corvette Gunship{x4}-1098M

Division Class Dropships {DSx10}- Full Invasion Complement-2220M

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Onimus Raa"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Reaper"] [member="Atmeiktes"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Adron Malvern"][member="Imperial Storyteller"] [member="Tyrian"] [member="Valae Kitra"]

Relina and, no doubt, the rest of the allied fleet began to hear the screams and shouts over the comm lines... And the language used in most of the din and clamour was Hapan. Relina's heart sank and wrenched in her chest. Angry as she was, however, she forced herself to maintain discipline. This was a psychological tactic, not unlike the kind pirates would use to intimidate. They were trying to hurt the Hapans in particular, hoping that as the battle progressed, the Empire would have the upper hand. Not today.

"Firedrake ECCM... push to encrypted frequency five-nine-four-six." Relina said over the comm, switching her comm to the same frequency. Once that was done, she would follow up with, "its time for Pirate Radio via Tactical Music. Play a few songs for us.... With "the mix". "March of the Tanith should get the message across..... And keep them coming and keep that "mix" moving." she said.

"Yes, ma'am. DJ Ensign Rosha, coming at you with the meanest sounds this side of the Transitory Mists." Said the ECCM officer.

The comms were switched to another fleetcom channel and Relina waited for the sounds of angry bagpipes and war songs to fill the broadband airwaves. There was a jamming signal embedded in the music signals that constantly changed position in sound range. The sounds of the screaming that was probably looping over and over again were soon drowned out and then silenced by bagpipes... yes, angry, warlike bagpipe music that was probably older than the Hapes Consortium itself. The digital noise would be difficult to pin down, let alone hear, save by, perhaps, an avid music lover... but good luck to the poor sap tasked with picking out and isolating it to clear up the commlines. Only one channel was clear and it was the one the Hapan fleet was using; a tightbeam flashcode was sent to the Allied flagship advising the of which specific channel to communicate on. The Imperials and friends, however, were being given a choice: share all of their tactical secrets on the only open channel or go without convenient communications and at best be stuck with flashcodes that were not practical for full communication in the long term.... and this would not be a short battle.

As the fleet drew closer to meet and join the ranks of the Allied Fleet, the fighters each began, one by one, to receive missile lock tones.

"Two to One, I have tone." Angel Two announced.

".. As do I. Angel One to Command, reporting missile lock. Requesting permission to engage." Relina said.

"Admiral, the 77th Tactical Fighter Wing reports AMRAM missiles locked on target."

The 56th, 108th, 8th, and 33rd squadrons are also reporting lock on."

"The 63rd and 24th squadrons report radar lock."

".... Fire at will..." The Admiral ordered, in a gravelly, angry rumble of a voice, albeit one that also had confidence and discipline. As far as she was concerned, there was no trap, no deception, no bantha-crap. There would be Imperial blood spilled as well as that of anyone fool enough to ally with them today.

"Fire at will!"

"Fire at will..."

"Orders are to fire at will."

"Angels we are red and free." Relina said, staring directly at an advancing fighter squadron, the lock-tone blaring in her ears. "The light is green and we are very VERY mean! Angel One, Fox three!"

"Angel Three, Fox three!"

"Angel Two, Fox three!"

"Angel Six, Fox three!"

"Angel Five, Fox three!"

"Angel Four, Fox three!"

"Angel Seven, Fox three!"

Behind the Angel Squadron's seven Advanced Medium Range Attack Missiles came a barrage of others just like them from every other twelve-ship squadron following them. There was a swarm blue-white efflux tails screaming towards the Imperials defensive line on course for any ship registered as hostile on Hapan IFFS that was locked onto, fighter or otherwise. The barrage of ballistic ordinance would, to enemy long range sensors, appear to materialise out of the void... from nothing...

"Admiral, the enemy ships are moving into attack position... Correction! They are firing!" The senior officer on sensor watch declared.

"And. So. Are. We." Admiral Le'fiel replied, emphasising each word as she took two slow paces forward, her green eyes glued to a tactical hologram of the battle field. "Fleetwide: All ships, Fire all Ion cannons at that Super Star Destroyer. Count five seconds and then fire ballistics." She ordered, herself holding up one hand and bending each digit in second-intervals before adding, "Missile tubes One-through Sixteen! Full salvo, FIRE!"

"Missile tubes, one-through twenty. FIRE!"

"Missile tubes One through sixteen! FIRE!"

"Missile tubes One-through twenty, Full Salvo. FIRE 'EM ALL!"

And then, the fireworks show commenced. Massive blue bolts of heavy ion Cannon fire sizzled through the void from the Hapan line. These weren't just common Ion cannons: they were the sort designed by a somewhat isolated faction that placed emphasis and favour upon this sort of weaponry. Where they historically lagged behind in Turbolaser technology, they made more than enough up for in ion weaponry. And the age-old Hapan war tactic of "Lightning strikes", which involved a massive wall of fire from every present ship firing hard, fast, and continuously was at that moment being displayed. The Wyverns, like the venerable Battle Dragons before them, rotated their disc-mounted ion cannons to effectively rapid-fire them, each gun moving into position to fire while the others recharged. This rapid-fire could be maintained between up to six ships at once without losing its ridiculous maximum rate of fire. Of course, the recharge rate for each gun was far faster now than they ever were historically, in fact, fast enough to keep up with their galactic peers, but the design was still effective to outfire any Star Destroyer design... ever. Advances since the olden days notwithstanding, what was effective was kept and what was not was replaced and improved.

The intentional delay between the ion cannon barrage and the mass of proton torpedoes from the two capital ships and two battleships was designed to ensure no mishaps occurred during ordinance transit and to ensure the maximum brunt of shield-busting and electronics-frying ion fire was taken before being pummeled to hell by high explosives. As the attack from the Imperial fleet headed toward them, the Admiral ordered the fleet to spread out to minimise direct damage and angle shielding double-forward. The more numerous Silver Fleet's ships were effective as a distraction, considering they were arguably a bigger threat as a whole. The Hapan detachment's movements would take full advantage of this while supporting their own return fire.

The two Supernova battleships extended their 'battle blades'; physical bridge and 'neck' shield arrays that had point-defense lasers mounted to them, spreading out their area of defensive fire. All four warships would soon begin turbolaser vollies to follow up only to repeat the cycle in practiced order... never, ever letting up; the Wyverns , of course, were able to rapid-fire their turbolasers mounted on the upper disc the same way the lower disc's ion cannons were being rapid-fired on top of each one having a set of triple-link-fire heavy ion cannon batteries to add insult to injury. Although each ship was outclassed by themselves and their crews knew it, they always say that the smaller venomous creatures are the more dangerous, after all. Perhaps, one might call it overcompensating for small stature...

"Keep your firepower on that Super Star Destroyer.... judging by the speed of those rounds, those guns have got to be hyper-velocity cannons. He can't manoeuvre as quickly as we can, however... I want those guns offline before he is boarded." The Admiral added.

 

[Eri'anya Forr]

Location: Bimissari Refugee Camp
Objective: Defend the refugees - Help the healers however she can
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order - [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"], [member="Charity Luckless"]
Enemies: The Galactic Empire - [member="Gorba the Hutt"]


The nearly child-sized Jedi Knight stifled a yawn as she completed her most recent circuit of the area, coming to a stop before the medical tent where she had last seen her Charity Luckless. Unlike her much taller companion, Eri'anya had little natural talent in the healing arts, her abilities much more focused towards the active prevention of injuries in the first place. It left her with the seemingly mundane task of "guard duty" for most of her stay, but Eri'anya was more than happy to assist where she could. It was the responsibility of a Jedi Knight to act in defense of those weaker than them, to be their strength, and she had no intention of shirking her duty.

Stepping into the tent before her, Eri'anya was immediately struck by the gentle presence her friend seemed to carry wherever she went. Charity, for all social shortcomings, had this disarming honesty in her eyes that could make you feel safe and nurtured just for being near her. She was a natural healer, seeking out pain where she sensed it as if destined to balm a weeping galaxy. It was awe-inspiring at times, and one of the chief reasons why the small Jedi felt like she needed to be here. Jedi like Charity and Master Kitra were the ones who could truly make the galaxy better, so Jedi like Eri'anya needed to be there to keep them strong and safe.

"How's everyone doing?" She kept her voice low, conscious of the sleeping infant held snug to the healer's breast.

The curiosity evaporated from Eri'anya's gaze, replaced by a knowing concern as her friend shuddered before her. It was subtle, like all things done by the elegant Jedi before, but a familiar enough sight if one knew what it to look for. "Charity?"

She stepped out of the doorway, allowing the taller Knight to pass her by before following her on the short walk to Master Kitra's whereabouts. Anxious hands hovered over the sabers on her belt, brown eyes looking around for anything and everything that might be amiss in the absence of a clear enemy. Charity Luckless was never wrong in her hunches, not when they hit her like that.