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The Atollon Vagabond - Showdown at the Black Lagoon Anchorage

Prelude

Persistent rumors and fuzzy holos of the Vagabond have spread through the seedy spacer cantinas and the highest levels of governments alike. They say the slate gray battlecruiser seemingly appears at random throughout the galaxy, dangerously lurching into real space far closer to worlds than normal for a starship. Satellites and hapless civilian ships have been obliterated in its sudden reversions into congested areas before it usually just jumps away again. But sometimes it doesn't, sending out strange undecipherable broadcasts or firing sporadically at military vessels and large space stations. Sometimes it languidly lingers over a world doing absolutely nothing. No attempts to communicate with the vessel have been successful. No attempts to fight the vessel have been successful so far: powerful shields and exotic weapons have made short work of all attackers sent against the Vagabond until now. Governments and military officials have been thrown into a panic trying to deal with the random destruction and chaos it has been spreading in the Outer Rim.

Military patrols and credit-thirsty adventures alike have been dispatched to solve this conundrum, but the Vagabond has always eluded them until now.

Finally, the Vagabond's home port has been found: the (currently) uninhabited Atollan System.

A host of peoples and organizations descend into the system, finally looking to solve this menace or take advantage of the situations such a conflict will inevitably generate...

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Currently...


EX-B1 (the "Atollon Vagabond"), in orbit via Atollon

"There can be no doubt about it. The sensor outposts and probe droids have all detected a multiple vessels entering the system," reported the ship's sensor operator.

Lofdrrl turned towards Dac Therron, the one-time CEO of CorelliSpace. The pirate wondered if now would be the perfect time to bullrush over to the executive, throttle him, and take the battlecruiser for his own. He hadn't seen more than two dozen organics since boarding the vessel two weeks ago - his own party was only half that size, but they were all fighters, unlike the engineers and technicians he'd mostly seen aboard. Yet the executive seemed nonplussed by the sensor operator's report. The slender man simply shrugged and began to scroll through a datapad and tap on various buttons.

"We always knew it couldn't last forever," muttered the corellian, "at least it didn't happen earlier. Lofdrrl, would you lend me a hand in delaying these interlopers while my people evacuate the base below?"

For the first time in a long time, the wookiee captain hesitated.

"I'll make it worth your while," persisted Dac, "I can get you more ships, credits, and I can be a powerful ally later on...or you are thinking higher, this ship itself, is it? That might be the one thing I can't give you...yet."

Lofdrrl furrowed his brow and barked out some thoughts in Shyriiwook which his protocol droid helpfully translated and made "polite".

"My captain says that there seems little time for the intricacies of negotiations over business deals like this, but that he will not hesitate to take what he thinks is rightfully his if he feels like you are trying to take advantage of him in bad faith."

"Reasonable as can be expected given the circumstances," said the man, still fiddling with the datapad, "and that seems fair."

For a brief moment, the wookiee considered snatching the datapad out of the corellian's hand and beating him into a pulp with it. Now would be the perfect time to strike. He turned his head briefly to gauge how ready his crew would be for action. And with that, he suddenly became aware of the dozens of FLTCH-series Battle Droids that had started to filter into the room while they talked. That's what he'd been doing on the datapad...Dac's steely eyes bore into the wookiee's, and for the first time in a long time, the wookiee actually felt some fear for himself and his crew.

"...but realize that I play by the same rules. I don't have all the crew or expertise I'd like to run this ship, just like I said when I brought you here to discuss hiring you and your crew," said Dac, "but don't think for a second that I don't have plenty of muscle at my beck and call. We need each other right now, all right?"

Lofdrrl grumbled and motioned for his crew to take up the empty stations in the ship's bridge, while he himself made his way to the captain's chair.

Ari Naldax Ari Naldax | Aela Cohn Aela Cohn | Sala'dine Sala'dine | Liram Angellus Liram Angellus | Toby Russen Toby Russen | Arsenio Tagge | Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen | Mig Gred Mig Gred | Izah'zore | Akeela Garval Akeela Garval | Mylo Thorne | Ordan Vosk Ordan Vosk | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul | Roth Tillian Roth Tillian | Wojtek Wojtek | Grendel Krayt Grendel Krayt | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar
 

Equipment: The Blackwolf
Tags: Izah'zore Mylo Thorne
Commanding: 8x T-65XN Wolf-Xs
Ari read through the datapad listing maintenance and fueling records for her squadron as she stepped onto the command deck of the ANV Tython. Normally, doctrine would dictate that Nemesis deploy independently of any sort of Carrier Squadron. Against her protests, high command had insisted that for this mission they had to fly with the Tython's fighter wing. Blasted fethers just don't want to pay the fuel costs. Somehow the fighter jockey had been able to avoid most the carrier's command staff but now, with the ship preparing its final jump to the presumed battlezone, the squadron leader decided it was time to bite the bullet and report to whoever it was commanding this hunk of durasteel and dependency.

"Captain, Major Ari Naldax reporting. Nemesis Squadron is at alert status and ready to launch on your command." Unfastening her flight helmet from her belt and placing it under her arm, Ari looked towards the viewport and the murky blue of the hyperspace swirl. It was completely different seeing it from a massive warship, compared to the cockpit of a fighter or the bridge of a small corvette. Ari slipped the datapad into a pocket on her flight-suit and saluted the captain.

"What are your orders, Ma'am?"
 

Sala'dine

Admiral of the Ghost Fleet
Windsor Academy Station stood in the lost nebula....not really lost but one of the companion galaxies. They had worked to get here and thanks to the project saratai from Matsu and Jorus efforts in mapping it well they had routes to and from the various ones back to the larger galaxy itself. Sala'dine hadn't wasted time bringing the station this far out... her ghost fleet able to grow from abundant resources... sending equipment and ships back to the concord and other groups they supplied. "We have a location." THe voice was there and flat as the different biots worked to organize them. Sala'dine sitting in one of the command chairs she could oversee and look out upon with their advanced sesors to detect the stealth vessels. THey were assembling a small task force to go and check it with the Jedi's shadow and omni classes to back it up... smaller patrol destroyers and an rtas class to back them up with fighters being able to swarm it.
 
The Assault Cruiser came out of hyperspace flanked by a group of three Nok-Class Destroyers where it hung in the black with only navigational thrusters activated ensuring it maintained a slow forwards momentum. Long range sensors scanning would have picked up other ships at range and coming out of hyperspace.

By now almost every major organization had become aware of the location of the 'Atollon Vagabond', the Hutt Space Consortium being no exception. If there was an opportunity to make credits the Hutts would act on which lead us to this moment.

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Located on the bridge of the Vorr-Class Assault Cruiser dubbed the 'Wrecker' Vosk reclined back in the Captains chair surrounded by dozens of bridge crew ranging from navigation, tactical and communications officers. Each person on board the bridge was monitoring different systems and Vosk was monitoring all of the while a plume of smoke rose from the corner of his mouth as he took a drag on the cigarro that he'd rolled up and stuffed there....

"Tell me what I'm looking at."

...the Cruiser had advanced systems but no holographic displays which meant on the bridge Vosk was struck staring out a transparisteel view port that spanned a large portion of the deck. All he saw was the darkness of space lit up by countless stars the size of pinheads. An Officer would have spoken up...

"That's it Sir. Sensor scans can confirm that we're looking at the 'Vagabond' and her anchorage."

...one thing the 'Wrecker' did have was long range sensors to accommodate the firepower it was boasting. It was fairly standard of the Vorr-Class Cruisers, they all came equipped with long range sensors and long range firepower which allowed them to fire on the enemy long before the enemy could fire on them. None of that really set Vosk at ease though, lifting a calloused hand he'd run it back through his hair before turning his head to order...

"Maintain distance and send out word to the Destroyers. Nobody advances until I give the word. We're here to make credits not waste them."

...neither or the Cruiser or the Destroyer Class vessels accompanying it held an advantage that the 'Vagabond' couldn't take away. Together they'd likely damage it but it would take more than they had to defeat it.

"Where's Wojtek Wojtek ?"

Fleet

1x Vorr Class Assault Cruiser aka the Wrecker
3x Nok Class Destroyer
 
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The fact that Aela had been given the go ahead by the Rimward Trade League did not factor into her decision to follow on the tip off about the mysterious ship that has been plaguing space of late. She was a woman of action before she was some glorified legalized pirate, and that was all she cared to think about even as the peering gaze of the League kept a loose hold on her actions. It mattered not what they thought, she was going to try and chase this dragon analog and see if she could conquer it. The challenge was what she sought, not the prize.

In her bedroom she slept as the ship was approaching the final vector prior to where the ship was reported last. The woman next to her was asleep as well, and she herself was a hot mess as well. Her multi-colored hair was a wild tangle when she shot upright at the alarm next to her bed. Aela put her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes rising from the bed. She was still groggy from the night before, and her head was pounding just a little. If this told her anything it was that she needed a shower and a coffee or something.

With a steaming cup in hand she frowned looking out the viewport of the bridge. "My captain. We are on final approach to the region where the vessel was last tracked." TO-401 said. It was the new protocol droid she had assigned to the first mate postiion after the last one had proven to be ineffective and seditious since the last mutiny against her command. She had to remember to stop hiring thugs from Hutt space because they always wound up being the most entitled and awful members to have on the crew.


"Truly magical..." Aela said, not yet fully cognitive enough to care or process the situation beyond what she was immediately planning. In her head the best possible outcome for her was to try to hack the ship itself to take control of its autopilot functions so she could send it back to League space. They could handle it from there, surely. She patted herself down to make sure she was ready to do just that, loaded up with data spikes and other materials she needed to slice the damn thing open. If she had her way she would be in and out before anyone was any the wiser; because if what she heard was accurate there would be quite a fight over it and that could be the distraction she needed.
 
RRS ENDURANCE- RANITE-CLASS ARMED TRANSPORT
Dash Colton Dash Colton Jessica Bowers Jessica Bowers Caedyn Arenais Nej Tane Nej Tane Doctor Røyskatt ”Roy” Besh Doctor Røyskatt ”Roy” Besh Inara Basai Inara Basai Sebastian van Ruud Sebastian van Ruud TE-236 TE-236 NE-1
Aela Cohn Aela Cohn Kaia Starchaser Kaia Starchaser


"We have privateer support on this mission," Vera said, closing the briefing as the ship dropped out of hyperspace. "A newer recruit, ex CorSec-turned-pirate-turned-privateer."

"That's something," one of the communications techs said. "Somebody like that should be able to handle most of what we're going up against."

"Let's hope," Vera agreed. "I'm in no hurry to try and give a battlecruiser captain a citation for safety regulation violations." That brought a chuckle rumbling across the bridge.

Atollon. Currently uninhabited. Once the location of a rebel base. Now used by pirates of some stripe or another, or at least someone with a very low skill when it came to piloting.

They had a small starfighter squadron along with them, but she doubted it would be necessary. The ship reverted to real space and the sensor board lit up.

"Numerous contacts. Independents and our privateer contact, Captain."

"Aye," Vera said, touching a button on the arm rest of the chair. "Crisis Crew, please report to the bridge. We have reached the destination given us by HQ."

She clasped her fingers together, staring at the massive vessel above the planet. "Make contact with our contact. Let's see what they have up their sleeve."

There was another nod as they worked to establish secure comms with Cohn's vessel.
 
That light at the end of the tunnel leads to Hell


GAME ON YAKHEAD!
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SHIP NAME: GUARDANO
SHIP CLASS: COMMANDSHIP
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: GYM HALPERN
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 181st Tactical Starfighter Wing "Nightwing Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Roger Powell "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Powell "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (4 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 2-5 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 6-9 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 10-13 Azazael class Stealth fighter
SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 2-11 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 12-17 NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Angel 18-23 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 24-28 Azazael class Stealth fighter
DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 29-31 Starfury class Starfighter
BOMBERS W ESCORT (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 32-36 Demon Class Bomber
  2. Angel 37-41 Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 42-45 Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 46-51 Cherub Transport
SHIP NAME: SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS:
HEAVY CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (8 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 2-9 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (10 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 10-14 NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 15-19 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 20-24 Azazael class Stealth fighter
BOMBERS W ESCORT (5 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 25-29 Demon Class Bomber
DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 30-32 Starfury class Starfighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (5 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 30-31 Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 32-34 Cherub Transport
SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS:
CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: SCOTT POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)
  1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter
LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 7-12 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
  2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport
SECTOR: Open Space
ORDERS: Investigate
WINGMATES:
Mig Gred Mig Gred | Gir Quee Gir Quee | Roth Tillian Roth Tillian | Mylo Thorne | @Ari Naldax | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | @Vera Tillian

TARGETS:
TARGETS OF OPPORTUNITY:
Ari Naldax Ari Naldax | @Aela Cohn | Sala'dine Sala'dine | Toby Russen Toby Russen | Arsenio Tagge | Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen | Izah'zore | Akeela Garval Akeela Garval | Ordan Vosk Ordan Vosk | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul | Wojtek Wojtek | Grendel Krayt Grendel Krayt | @Lofdrrl
Wingmates

The Destroyer “Hyperion” was a class that had seen limited service to this point. Angellus wanted to change this, and he wanted his “space legs' ' out so the Admiral decided to take one on a shakedown cruise himself. There was not expected to be much in the way of action, but there would be some fun to be had. This reminded him of his days behind the controls of an X-Wing, at least consistently.

Of course Halpern and the rest of the fleet were on alert status and refusing to leave more than one hyperspace jump away. That was fine but it left little to the imagination of what the crew could do when forced into an undesirable situation. That was why he picked a ship that was fresh off the lines and a Captain newly promoted and fresh out of Command School. She got the education he hadn’t but was clearly in over her head right now so it would be a good test.

The reports were flooding in about “Atollon”, a hotbed for criminal activity. A rumored “Ghost ship” was spotted and it should be a good test for the crew to not only gain intel but to maybe find this rumored ship and just maybe bring them to justice. A SCAR team and a squadron of Jackals was aboard as well as a squadron of “Super” Archangels, there was also a large contingent of Marines who could board if need be. They would be fine. It wasn’t like anyone else was looking for it.




SJDF AVALON CLASS DESTROYER “HYPERION”
WELL DECK
RIGHT NOW


All units were on alert, prepping weapons and preparing to board this rumored ship on the horizon.


  1. Hyperion entering system
  2. Remainder of fleet on alert status out of sensor range
  3. Marines on alert preparing boarding parties if necessary.

CURRENT FLEET STATUS -


All other ships on alert status and not more than one jump away

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION


MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER



STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER


BOMBERS W ESCORT

SCAR TEAMS


*All information disclosed in spoilers
 
Windsor Academy Station stood in the lost nebula....not really lost but one of the companion galaxies. They had worked to get here and thanks to the project saratai from Matsu and Jorus efforts in mapping it well they had routes to and from the various ones back to the larger galaxy itself. Sala'dine hadn't wasted time bringing the station this far out... her ghost fleet able to grow from abundant resources... sending equipment and ships back to the concord and other groups they supplied. "We have a location." THe voice was there and flat as the different biots worked to organize them. Sala'dine sitting in one of the command chairs she could oversee and look out upon with their advanced sesors to detect the stealth vessels. THey were assembling a small task force to go and check it with the Jedi's shadow and omni classes to back it up... smaller patrol destroyers and an rtas class to back them up with fighters being able to swarm it.
Sitting next to Sala'dine Sala'dine , was Viera. Sala'dine was her only friend in the galaxy, which was saying something. Viera knew she could trust the woman and thus spent most of her free time with her. She had recently been paying attention to imperial movements in the south. She didn't want to join the new empire. However it seemed that no one thus far wanted her so she returned to spend her time with Sala'dine. This hunt for a strange ship was a fun distraction if nothing else. "So what do you think we will find?" She asked while staring at the various readouts in front of her.
 

Lobb

Guest
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Atollon System
Tags: Open for Interaction

Lobb had just had one hell of a week. The little GH05-T unit had been deep behind enemy lines in Hutt Space not too long ago, gathering as much information on black markets as he could. This gig had proven to be more difficult than expected. As soft as the Hutts are, their Consortium was a formidable force to be sure. It was a miracle that he wasn't caught and reduced to scrap, or worse yet reprogrammed. Lobb managed to slip off of Nar Shaddaa, by stowing away on a shuttle bound for the core. He wouldn't be going to the core. The transport was raided by pirates, possibly Consortium affiliated. Lobb barely manage to hide, stowing away in a box before stealthily making his way to an escape pod. Now, he was drifting in space, with nothing more than a scomp link to steer. Worst of all, he had wound up in the Atollon System, a practically dead part of space. There was no way that there would be anyone out there... Except for the fact that that wasn't the case. Vessels started appearing out of nowhere, headed towards something that was just out of the range of the life pod's scanners. Lobb peered through the port hole to see a massive warship unlike any he had ever seen.

"By the maker," Lobb swore. "There's no way in hell..."

The ship was unique, following no warship template he had seen before, and Lobb had crammed his mechanical brain full of vessel blueprints. Only one ship made sense: The Vagabond. Lobb had managed to overhear stories about the ship while out in the field. Contact had never been made, battles have never been won, at least if the stories were to be believed. Lobb, and the information he had gathered in Hutt Space, were in considerable danger once more. Thankfully, there seemed to be nearby vessels affiliated with the Galaxy's friendlier faces. Lobb would risk exposing his location to hostile forces, but he had to take that risk.

"Hello, can anyone hear me?" Lobb began on an open comm channel. His voice was calm. He had been in life or death situations before, which was always given his frail shell. "This is the nearby lifeboat speaking. Uh... Help? Don't ask me to say it again with code words. I don't know them."
 
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Location: Atollon System
Objective: The High Regent Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen 's Orders: Secure the Vagabond
Focus: Open
Tags: Ari Naldax Ari Naldax | Aela Cohn Aela Cohn | Sala'dine Sala'dine | Liram Angellus Liram Angellus | Toby Russen Toby Russen | Arsenio Tagge | Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen | Mig Gred Mig Gred | Izah'zore | Akeela Garval Akeela Garval | Mylo Thorne | Ordan Vosk Ordan Vosk | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul | Roth Tillian Roth Tillian | Wojtek Wojtek | Grendel Krayt Grendel Krayt | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | Lobb | Viera Kisep Viera Kisep | Vera Tillian Vera Tillian | Lofdrrl Lofdrrl | Sorry if I missed anyone, its a lot of names
Fleet:

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Kenth sat alone in his private office and yet the voices were deafening. Not of anyone else, but the ones in his own head. The chanting in ur-Kittat like some dark and twisted melody. He could barely focus on the datapad in front of him. "Tave guduma pradzia ir tau valia vykti tu su savimi." repeated over and over in his head. The dead rise and will take you with them. It got louder and louder and louder. Kenth was sweating profusely and clenched his jaw. He just needed the voices to go, he needed them to leave.

And in an instant they did. Instead, the only sound in his office was his comm link beeping. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, grabbed it from the pocket and answered.

"Sir, we have word from one of our survey ships. They've found it." Kenth recognized the voice of his XO, Lieutenant Commander Argyle, one of the old guard.

"Was it found where Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen 's intel said it would be?" Kenth quickly replied.

"Yes sir. It's holding above Atollon." he said before pausing. "And it's not alone."


"What are we looking at then? Escorts? Supply ships?"

"It's hard to tell sir. Seems we weren't the only ones that have come looking for it." Stang. Kenth knew that was a possibility. This complicated things.

"IFF listing everything from Alliance fighters to privateer warships."

Kenth stood up from his desk and straightened his uniform before walking out of his office and into the turbolift to the bridge. The terrors of the dark side were held at bay in his mind. For now.

The bridge was silent except for the hushed tones of the bridge crew who prepared the Adjudicator for the coming engagement. The sound of their officer's boots striding across the bridge echoed as Kenth made his way to the durasteel windows that looked out into the cold expanse of space. The Adjudicator held at the edge of the system, instead letting the FDS Echo, under the nom de guerre Survey Ship Spacewitch, get eyes on the Atollon and mingle with the other ships in the area.

While Sularen's style was outward projections of force to inspire fear in his adversaries Kenth much preferred subterfuge and deception. In an ideal galaxy he would take the ship without firing a shot. As the Adjudicator flew towards the position of the FDS Echo and the position of the Vagabond he turned and looked down at the warfare pit below him. "Activate the cloaking device." he said and a young engineering officer looked up to him and replied. "Yes sir. Spin up the Stygian core." the crewmen under him began activating the Stygian cloaking device from their consoles. "25%." the engineering officer said, his eyes glued to a the screen where his lead crewman was stationed at. "50%. 75%" he continued. From the outside the Adjudicator began to shimmer and merge with its background. "100%. Stygian cloaking device is active and running at nominal capacity sir." the engineering officer said to Kenth.

"Good." he said calmly. The FDS Adjudicator was now moving undetected towards the Vagabond. "Mr. Argyle." Kenth called out and his XO was quickly at his side. "Are all systems ready for battle?"

"Of course sir. Who do you take me for, some untrained midshipman?" he said with a wide grin on his face. A young and almost overconfident officer, a man who reminded Kenth of his younger days.

"And the boarding party? Are they ready?"

The confidence melted away quickly. "Ah. The boarding party..."

Kenth let out a light chuckle. "Get to it. Sularen's orders were clear. He wants whatever makes that ship so special." the young officer nodded and scurried off to the hanger. He still had more to learn before he could captain a ship of his own but along with the rest of his original crew Kenth trusted him with his life. Kenth suspected with his wavering support of the Final Dawn he'd need their trust more than ever soon. But for now he served Sularen's wishes.

"Once we reach the Echo hold us 30 kilometers out from them. They're playing the role of a port authority survey ship so we don't want to get too close and blow their cover."

Aboard the FDS Echo the ship's crew remained busy identifying ships, trying to access secure comm lines and continuously scanning the area. The young officer who commanded the ship walked over to the communication section and spoke on an open communication channel to any ships in the area. "This is Lothal Port Authority Vessel Spacewitch." A lie and their cover story. "To any vessels investigating the 'Vagabond' we advise you to steer clear and request you state your intentions. Local law enforcement has labelled the ship extremely dangerous."

Kenth listened in to his broadcast from the cloaked Adjudicator. For a Final Dawn fanatic he imitated a law enforcement officer quite will, apart from his noticeable core world Imperial accent. Hopefully he had been convincing enough.


Fleet Actions
Kenth operating for Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen approaches Atollon in his cloaked cruiser. Meanwhile a Final Dawn survey ship pretending to be a Lothal Port Authority vessel hails other ships in system, inquiring what their intentions are.
 
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Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Fleet: 1x Agitator-class Artillery Cruiser (Agitator), 1x Tra'verd-class Line Cruiser (Concord Dawn), 2x PS-1 "Tagger" Corvette/Escort, Talyc Squadron, 3x GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighter squadrons, 1x HF-2 Jair Kyr'am squadron.

Mig stood on the bridge of Concord Dawn, the fire of the Tra'verd-class ships delivered to his clan specifically. She looked a bit like a brick in space, but she was functional, which Mig felt was needed for this. A battlecruiser was the target, and a ghost at that. The Mandalorian was beginning to think he could add ghost ship hunting to his resume next time he talked to the Silvers about missions. Behind the line cruiser was the lead of her class, Agitator, a new artillery cruiser that seemed to now have it's perfect test. Compared to the larger cruiser she seemed small, but she packed a way bigger punch with her spinal cannon. Flanking meanwhile were some old school corvettes. A pair of Taggers that would hopefully be able to keep anything off the cruisers that their flak guns couldn't. And then they entered the system.

An A.I. soon appeared on the holoprojector, her avatar seeming to be in awe.

"Th-that think's massive, Alor. Can our weapons even hurt that thing. I know Agi will have something, but...."

"Easy Dawn. Your hull's still stronger. Just have to pump it full of fire. Plus we aren't alone here. Look." Mig would tap the comms to pick up on the SJC star destroyer in the system.

"Concord Dawn to Hyperion. Good to see a friendly face. I didn't think she'd be a BC." Mig said using short hand for battlecruiser before continuing. "We have fighters and a cannon with a cruiser built around it ready to go. Sending information to you now." He wasn't sure about some of the others there, and he'd wait for time being. Right now he would quickly comm Agitator.

"Concord Dawn to Agitator, hold position at long range, and prepare to fire at that thing if it tries any.... What the.... You got your order." Mig looked at the pair of messages coming in. He looked at Dawn, then the transcripts that would come with the transmissions. "I'll ask the authorities what the heck they're on, and you talk to the life boat. Sounds like a droid of some kind." The A.I. nodded while Mig quickly adjusted one of the comm channels, though he did send a signal to the hanger to get ready.

"Concord Dawn to Spacewitch, we're hear to assist in dealing with the Vagabond, as I imagine many here are as well." Mig wasn't giving the order to pull back yet. Something just seemed... wrong here.

Meanwhile, Dawn was getting in touch with the odd transmission( Lobb ). "Lifeboat this is the Concord Dawn, what's your status and coordinates?"

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Lobb

Guest
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Atollon System
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"Lifeboat this is the Concord Dawn, what's your status and coordinates?"

A timely response? That was a relief, an it seemed to be friendly no less. Usually it took longer. Lobb, in most situations, terribly unlucky.

“Situation critical,” Lobb responded, wasting little time. “This escape pod is running low on juice, and there’s no weapons or shielding on this thing. I’m a sitting duck out here. As for coordinates, that’s a tricky one…”

Lobb was terrible with coordinates, but he could tell distances. Using his scomp, the droid triangulated the incoming signal from the Concord Dawn. It was a Tra’verd-class line cruiser, one Lobb could see from his viewport. He quickly did the math before continuing.

“I can’t give coordinates, but I can tell you where I am relative to your location,” Lobb informed. “140 clicks to your left flank. I’ll activate my afterburners so you can get a heat signature. Please be quick about it if you can. I have a feeling this place is gonna become a war zone soon. I don’t feel like going up in a Blaze’o’Glory today, Concord Dawn.”
 
Bridge of the Wrecker
Vorr Class Assault Cruiser
Tags:
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In what amounted to a relatively short span of time the space was filled, figuratively speaking with a multitude of other ships. The Galactic Alliance, the Mandalorians, Local Law Enforcement, etc to say nothing of salvagers and scrapers as well. On the bridge of the Wrecker the sensors started to ping insanely, going off the charts and causing Vosk to turn in his chair so that he could address the Officer operating them...

"What the hell is that?"

...prompting an answer of...

"The Sensors, Sir. We're reading contacts like crazy out here."

...the Hutt Space Consortium may have been one of the first on the scene but they certainly weren't the only ones attending the party. It all caused Vosk to let a sour expression sit over his face while rolling the cigarro between his lips as he exhaled another heavy cloud of smoke that dissipated around him....

"Inform the other ships to stay in formation. Nobody break off until we know what the hell is going on."

...if that was all then Vosk didn't have much to worry about but soon another Officer was calling for his attention...

"Sir, we've got transmissions coming in. A Lifeboat, it sounds like and local authorities."

...it all made Vosk grumble a bit, things were easier years ago when the Black Sun was in power and he shot his way across several worlds helping the syndicate to dominate a section of the galaxy. Now all that seems like it was not save for the Consortium, everything changes and stays the same at the same time...

"Put me on comms."

"Spacewitch, this is the Wrecker. We acknowledge the Lothal Port Authorities jurisdiction here and report that we are on a salvage operation as we've heard there may be some debris in the area from ongoing pirate activity."


"Lifeboat you're on your own."

<<<<<<

...once the comms were switched off again Vosk would rest back into the confines of his chair again, spinning around so that he could look out of the viewport into the black. The Long Range Sensors of the Wrecker would alert the Bridge Command as more vessels came into the system but for now Vosk was content to watch and see.

The Fleet
1x Vorr Class Assault Cruiser aka the Wrecker
3x Nok Class Destroyer
 

Sala'dine

Admiral of the Ghost Fleet
THey were setting the course and she looked at Viera Kisep Viera Kisep with a shrug. "Well if all the rumors are true then advanced technologies we can reverse engineer.... if nothing else combat data we can work to improve the ships information and capabilities." She said it but remained focused on the goal... that scout vessels were pointing out to them other ships in the are meant little with the stealth design of the second fleet. If they were able to get in and get close then she would be for it. "We will have to see who else is coming to this party though might even be some of those imperials you met with."
 
That light at the end of the tunnel leads to Hell
SHIP NAME: GUARDANO
SHIP CLASS: COMMANDSHIP
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: GYM HALPERN
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 181st Tactical Starfighter Wing "Nightwing Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Roger Powell "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Powell "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (4 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 2-5 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 6-9 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Nightwing 10-13 Azazael class Stealth fighter
SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
FLAG OFFICER: LIRAM ANGELLUS
SHIP CAPTAIN: ZEV TANTOR
COMMAND STAFF
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets. per ship
CAPTAIN'S LAUNCH: "Amenadiel"

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: 103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 2-11 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (12 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 12-17 NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Angel 18-23 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 24-28 Azazael class Stealth fighter
DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 29-31 Starfury class Starfighter
BOMBERS W ESCORT (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 32-36 Demon Class Bomber
  2. Angel 37-41 Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (10 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 42-45 Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 46-51 Cherub Transport
SHIP NAME: SILVER CITY
SHIP CLASS:
HEAVY CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT: "VOODOO WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (8 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 2-9 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (10 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 10-14 NC-1000 X-Wing
  2. Voodoo 15-19 Ashera Class Fighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 20-24 Azazael class Stealth fighter
BOMBERS W ESCORT (5 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 25-29 Demon Class Bomber
DEFENSIVE FIGHTER SCREEN (3 Squadrons)
  1. Voodoo 30-32 Starfury class Starfighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS (5 Squadrons)
  1. Angel 30-31 Cherub Gunship
  2. Angel 32-34 Cherub Transport
SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS:
CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: SCOTT POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)
  1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter
LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 7-12 Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
  2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport
SECTOR: Open Space
ORDERS: Investigate
WINGMATES:
Mig Gred Mig Gred | Gir Quee Gir Quee | Roth Tillian Roth Tillian | Mylo Thorne | @Ari Naldax | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | @Vera Tillian

TARGETS:
TARGETS OF OPPORTUNITY:
Ari Naldax Ari Naldax | @Aela Cohn | Sala'dine Sala'dine | Toby Russen Toby Russen | Arsenio Tagge | Sergeant Omen Sergeant Omen | Izah'zore | Akeela Garval Akeela Garval | Ordan Vosk Ordan Vosk | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Quauhtli Sacul Quauhtli Sacul | Wojtek Wojtek | Grendel Krayt Grendel Krayt | @Lofdrrl
Wingmates
Crew

”Conn-Holo”

What is it?

”Incoming message from a Tra'verd-class Line Cruiser, “The Concord Dawn.”

Mandalorian?

”Yes sir, friendlies.”

Very well, put them through.

Sure enough, it was a member ship of “The Mandalorian Covenant.” Members of the Concord, and thus, “friendlies”, just as much as Admiral Reshmar would be.

Helm-Conn, set an intercept course. Comms, contact the local authorities and let them know of our intentions.

”Making our plans known, sir?”

Getting their warning out of the way.

”Channel open to the Concord Dawn.”

Happy to be of service, gentlemen. We’ll figure out what is going on with this ship and hopefully this planet soon enough. What is your fighter compliment, if you don’t mind my asking? I have plenty of Marines to assist when the time comes.

As the ship slowly entered the system, it was sem-clear as to what and who were in the area but there was still something “missing.” This harkened back to his days in the Galactic Alliance as a squadron and then wing leader. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was… but…

Put us to “Yellow Alert”, inform Major Tallum to prep his Marines.

Looking to his left, he saw two fighter pilots in distinctly different flight suits. One was a SCAR Team member, and the other was in a traditional suit.

Get your boys in the air.

Yessir.

Aye

As the two of them left the bridge, it was sealed up and all officers set themselves up into “Yellow” positions and protocols.

”Conn-Comms, emergency beacon set nearby by an escape pod calling themselves ‘lifeboat’. They’re in bad shape sir.”

Sensors-Conn… what are we getting for life signs?

”None, sir. Could be a trap.”

Sitting there for a moment, sucking on his gum line, he wondered if he would regret this later, but.

I have to be able to look at myself in the mirror.

Tapping the holo-comms, the blue visage of a Marine stood in front of him. The Cathar Marine, Captain Tallum. No salutes inside a ship.

”Sir. We’re preparing boarding parties now.”

Send two Cherub Gunships and one Cherub Transport to the coordinates I’m sending you. We have what could be a trap on our hands, but we could also have a rescue situation. Fighters will be flying cover soon enough.

”Sir.”

With that done he still could not shake the thought of someone or some thing being out there.

Sensors-Conn, something is missing out there... I want to find out who it is.


SJDF AVALON CLASS DESTROYER “HYPERION”
WELL DECK
RIGHT NOW


All units were on alert, prepping weapons and preparing to board this rumored ship on the horizon. Three Cherubs were being prepped and teams were loading in before launch.


  1. Hyperion entering system
  2. Remainder of fleet on alert status out of sensor range
  3. Marines on alert preparing boarding parties if necessary.

CURRENT FLEET STATUS -


All other ships on alert status and not more than one jump away

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION


MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER



STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER


BOMBERS W ESCORT

SCAR TEAMS


*All information disclosed in spoilers

 
Viera nodded wondering just what sort of technologies that they might find if they had a chance to explore the vessel. She looked to Sala'dine Sala'dine and spoke. "Mmm very true, I still think my favorite part of that meeting was when that one man got his arm eaten by that darksider. He is why I have force trained body guards... My time in the Sith Empire taught me that..." Viera had recounted the meeting with Sala'dine. Watching the various ships appear in system that were not cloaked was interesting. "So do we have any friends out there? Hopefully things won't be too hostile. I don't see any I recognize at the moment. " The place was heating up. "So do you think we will get a show? Perhaps someone will start shooting, one can hope anyways."

Sala'dine Sala'dine
 

Sala'dine

Admiral of the Ghost Fleet
Viera Kisep Viera Kisep

She smirked at that incident at the meeting.. it hadn't seemed to produce much but it was good for information and looking out she spoke. "We do kind of the Silver Jedi Concord with Admiral Gir Quee Gir Quee possibly and it looks like the Nirvana fleet under Liram Angellus Liram Angellus is out there." She said it while she was checking it on the screens. Her attention with the details but the crew of the ship were keeping them secured at a distance as she suspected the chance of shots going off would be a big thing. "I imagine it will only take a small dispute about someone trying to take the ship to start it but we can move in. We have cloaked boarding crafts and teams that can move quickly with drones to record information." That if the ship had any defenses it would go after other ships would serve them as well of course.
 
Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii
Fleet: 1x Agitator-class Artillery Cruiser (Agitator), 1x Tra'verd-class Line Cruiser (Concord Dawn), 2x PS-1 "Tagger" Corvette/Escort, Talyc Squadron, 3x GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighter squadrons, 1x HF-2 Jair Kyr'am squadron.

Mig listened carefully as Hyperion responded, doublechecking the fighter counts on the new cruiser to be sure he wasn't getting something wrong.

"We have a squadron of eight GF-2B TwinTails, three squadrons of GF-4 Stingers, twelve each, and another squadron of eight filled by HF-2 Jair Kyr'am's running heavy support. Both us and Agitator can also provide flak support. if needed. Moving to form up." The line cruiser and escorts would slowly begin to form up with the Hyperion, while Agitator kept her rear position. Meanwhile, Dawn was crunching some numbers before appearing back on the bridge.

"Alor, we have a lifeboat out there. Whoever's onboard can't give a solid location, but was able to give a rough location, somewhere around... here. I know we don't have a shuttle, but maybe a corvette could.... Oh there are Jedi shuttle heading that way. Good. I'll update the lifeboat." Mig shook his head a bit, surprising Dawn.

"Coordinate with the Hyperion. Some things need caution." Dawn nodded a bit, while Mig sent a message down to the hanger. "All fighters ad attackers launch. Need some fighters to follow departing Jedi shuttles for a rescue op. Got that Vaux." Vaux Gred Vaux Gred would smirk a bit in her cockpit, starting the TwinTail's growling engines.

"I think you mean acting CAG."

"Don't get a big head, tat (sibling)." Soon, the fighters would begin to deploy from the small hanger openings, with the red painted TwinTails opening their s-foils in advance. Four of the Stingers would soon break from the other, burning to catch up to the transport. As the apparently lead caught up, he would wag his wings to signal that some fighters had formed up.

"This is Meteor, here to keep an eye out for you gunnies and hauler." Mig sighed a bit.

"Don't mind what he says too much. Old Outer Rim cargo pilot, but good on a stick." At the same time, Vaux would bring her red TwinTail near the Hyperion, tipping her wing before giving the big girl some space again. It was her little way of showing a warhorse and her crew some respect.

At the same time, Dawn quickly tried to connect with the larger star destroyer. "Hyperion, this is Dawn, A.I. of the Concord Dawn. I've been in touch with the lifeboat, and the Alor said to coordinate with you."

  • Concord Dawn forms up with Hyperion.
  • All fighters launch, with four Stingers following the rescue mission.
  • Dawn contacts Hyperion about the lifeboat.

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ADM. Reshmar

Directorate Officer Fleet Admiral SJC 3rd Fleet
Reef Home
20 AU outside the Atollon system

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"Is he here? asked Reshmar as the captain walked up to the command chair. The Mon Calamari officer handed Reshmar a data pad and spoke. "Yes sir, but we have," The officer paused letting Reshmar look at the data pad then continued speaking. "A complication" finished the Mon Calamari Captain. Reshmar read over the information on the pad as The captain continued. "It seems our chase team followed the pirate here some time ago and we are just not getting information from them. It appears we have found more than our Wookiee Pirate admiral." said the man as he turned to bring up a hologram on the table in the center of the command deck.

Reshmar read over the information, then looked up as the image of a massive vessel appeared as a hologram over the table. "I see that captain, thank you," said Reshmar as he swung his command chair over into position above the table. "So this is where they have been hiding it," said Reshmar looking at the image. The large vessel sat motionless above the world of Atollon. "How old is this image captain?" asked Reshmar. The man looked at some information on a panel and then looked back at Reshmar. "27 hours sir. We have had no report since then but our team has the Wookiee here as of that time." said the captain. "Very well captain Tesian, make the final jump" ordered Reshmar as he swung his command chair back into position in the center of the room. "Captain," said Reshmar as the man walked towards another station. The man turned and replied. "Yes sir?" asked Tesian turning to look at Reshmar. "Instate protocol Leviathon Three," said Reshmar now looking at the image of the battlecruiser. The Mon Calamari officer paused for what seemed like a minute to consider what Reshmar had ordered then turned and gave the order.

"Comms, ship-wide, please. Also, link in the pickets." said Tesian as he reached his command podium and began entering his command codes. An officer nodded to the captain then turned back to the communications console. "a whistle sounded over the comms and the channel was opened. The man paused a second to consider the order was about to give then spoke.

"Action stations, All compartments locked down, All safty hulls closed, all non-essential personnel to battle bunker locations, Security to egress locations," said Tesian pausing a moment for the order to begin sinking in. He paused a moment longer before continuing to think of what his next words meant. "Instate offensive protocol Leviathan Three, All damage control parties prepare for heavy battle. Picket squadrons prepare for stern shoot operation. May the force be with us," said Captain Tesian just before closing the channel. The man turned and looked at Reshmar wordlessly then turned away towards the jump office.

"Commander Derrid, you have the con." said the Mon Calamari officer as he took his place at the command podium. Derrid nodded then entered in his access code to the console before him. "Initiating jump sequence seventeen. Make the clock sixty seconds," said the officer awaiting confirmation. Sixty seconds on the clock commander" came a voice from one of the navigations stations. "Jump clock is set, power to motivators," said the officer with a quick reply from an engineering station. "Motivators ready" chimed in the officer. "Sixty seconds to jump, engage motivators," ordered Derrid nodding to the man at the engineering station. A soft hum began to fill the room. Bellow the crew's feet the almost unnoticeable vibration began to fill the decks as the hyperspace motivators began to change for the jump. The Hum grew louder as the clock on the forward display screen counted down.

"Thirty second till jump," said Derris as he watched the systems readiness display on his console. any safety system built into the jump system could cancel the jump if any problems which could endanger the jump inversion. "Fifteen seconds till jump, all systems green releasing safety protocols," said the jump officer as he entered his code once again. "Ten seconds, Five, Four, three, two, jumping to hyperspace," said Derrid as the display on the forward screen turned to one of calm quiet, and dimly lit star points in the distance to one of spiraling chaos.

The jump lasted less than a minute as the Reef Home made the short jump into the Atollon system. "revision to realspace, Jump seventeen in the books sir, you have the con" said Commander Derrid as he locked down the jump station console and took his position at the navigations station. Captain Tesian looked at the display and then turned towards Reshmar. Reshmar nodded to the captain and then looked out at the system before him. "Your Orders sir?" asked the captain patiently waiting for Reshmar to speak.

"Take us In"


Reef Home
5 x MPT10 Wake-class Multi-role Pickets
4 x Intersector-class Patrol Pickets
 

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