Faction The Battle Begins

[Laphisto]

Location: space above Rampagi II

Objectives

OB1: Eliminate all defending space forces [ participants Entirr Mokuze Zach Harrasaf Dravin macovish Evvar Roxupa

OB2 : Capture Dusate Store house filled with metals, arms, and weapons, along with vehicles [ participants Eden Io

OB3: capture High ranking Dusate personnel for interrogation [ participants Trace Xyston




Objective 1

as the Naval forces of the Lilaste order begin their assault of the system. the attacking fleet lead by Zach Harrasaf begins the assault, to push through the enemy defences and clear a path for the ground invasion force to begin. the Pirates in system have build a strong hold, with three XXQQ5 series outpost platforms 20 Martan-series Carrier Corvette's 24 Terrik-series Attack Frigate's and 5 Sand Panther-series Heavy Cruiser's

if the navy is unable to break the blockade the operation will be a failure before it can even begin.

 

[Zach Harrasaf]

Zach's fleet jumps out of hyper space as Zach commands his ships to immediately take offense positions with, the Dhi'vo class Corvette's at the front of the fleet with his 3 Greh'ova Assualt ships in the back while in the center of the fleet there is 3 Air 'mar Heavy Cruisers, and 2 Greh'ova carriers. Around the Cruisers there are 7 Hammer head Frigates and around those Hammer heads are 4 assault frigates. To the left and right of the hammer head frigates there are 4 assaults frigates split between each side. Below the Assaults frigates are 2 Zenith class cruisers. Below the Greh'ova carriers are 3 shield poppers.

As Zach looks at the enemy fleet ahead he orders all men to prepare for combat, "This will be the fight for our lives along with many others so prepare!"

 

[Laphisto]

All was quite for the pirate in charge aboard the center platform the Twi'lek was in the middle of a game of cards, one rigged in his favor. The commander of this station and the defense of. The system gave a toothy grin to the others at the table, a human and a quarren. Though just before he was about to throw down his cards several alarms began to blair. Jumping from his seat he dropped his cards - which happened to be five of the same card- the moment one of the men began to complain they were met with a blaster bolt to the chest.

As the Twi'lek stepped forwards pulling a deathstick from his pocket, lighting it with still hot end of his blaster pistol " it seems we have visitors" he spoke as we walked to the center console of the stations CIC. One of his subordinates piped up " should we tell Ubbal ?" The Twi'lek scowled at the man giving the back of his head a firm smack " no you fool, we have this covered there's no need to get the big boss involved besides our ships are bigger than theirs." taking a puff from his deathstick the man looked the screen over ", launch the fighters and send the frigates in followed by the cruisers"

 

[Zach Harrasaf]

zach pushed his arms behind his back stepping forwards on the bridge " all ships advance and keep in formation"

the battle formation pushed forwards with the corvettes leading the charge with the rest of the fleet in tow. once the laser fire from Zachs fleet began to fire the hanger bays opened up on the two carriers he had brought with him letting the fighter pilots race from the ventral hanger Entirr Mokuze Dravin macovish Evvar Roxupa and into open space a command going crossed on all Lilaste Channels " fighters push forwards screen for enemy support craft, ping Priority targets for your bombers."

 

[Laphisto]

the twi'lek on the station grabs at a comlink patching into the storehouse "Get your men prepared for a ground assault. We have the lilaste order here with some ships, i don't know how many ground troops they will have, but pull out everything. and i mean everything" turning back to the men on station he looked around for a moment before yelling " what are you standing around for, get to work god damnit!"
the twi'lek grumbled putting his death stick out on the center consol, leaning in and leaning against the holo display screen, a rumble rolling from his lips

the pirate's ships soon engaged in combat, with the Frigates quickly aiming to fire at the ships closer to them, instead of picking valuable targets. just firing at random, the gunnars aboard the ships shooting whatever they can see with no real pattern between their shots, just shoot and move.

meanwhile on the bridge of Zachs flagship, one of the communications officers pip up " sir we intercepted a signal from the enemy station, it seems the commander is onboard the center platform, shall we inform Trace Xyston and his men?"

 

[Entirr Mokuze]

Entirr entered the battlefield above the planet Rampagi II in his Centurion-class Star Destroyer. The Star Destroyer was surrounded by 4 Liberator-class Fighters. When he arrived, the Ithorian examined the battlefield. He found 5 Sand Panther Cruisers and thought that his squadron needs to target them first. He ordered this to his fighters: "One half of you should attack the cruisers, while an another half of you should defend our Star Destroyer."

After giving the order, Entirr fired the Mass Driver cannons at the one of the enemy's Cruisers.

Laphisto Zach Harrasaf

 

[Evvar Roxupa]

Evvar donned his flight helmet and flicked a red switch above him. The Phoenix-class interceptor powered on, and green lights appeared on the status displays. Everything was ready. A second later, he gripped the throttle to his right and pushed it half-way forward. The interceptor rose smoothly from its berth and glided out of the hangar into space. Ahead of him, a dozen or so klicks away, was the pirate fleet. Frigates and cruisers were advancing, but ahead of them all were the enemy starfighters.

The fun was about to begin. Evvar flicked on his comms and began to perform the flight check. "Talon Leader, here. All wings, report in."

"Talon Two, ready."
"Talon Three, here."
"Talon Four. Those pirates don't stand a chance."
"Talon FIve, standing by."

And the chorus ended when all eight members, including Evvar, were checked in. "Alright, men. Stay together, guard each others' backs. Hit and run attacks for now, use your advantage of speed," the Kel Dor said, wishing his men good luck.

He put his throttle all the way forward and shot off towards the enemy. Evvar grinned underneath his mask as he felt the G-forces push him back into his seat. Even the inertial compensator couldn't control the speed of this beast.

In seconds, he was within combat range. Currently, there were twelve enemy fighters racing towards him, in a wedge formation. He was lined up with the leader of the group. He took a deep breath, felt the Force flow within him. Up.

Evvar pulled back on the yoke, and the interceptor pitched up just as his target did. He squeezed the trigger down, and his four wingtip lasers opened up. The eight shots slammed into the fighter's shields, and broke through in the first two blasts. The other six lasers impacted the fighter's hull, and a bright orange fireball consumed the vessel. "Splash one!" he yelled triumphantly.

"Sir, there's one on me! I'm trying to outrun him, but I think you can get a clear shot on him!" Talon Three reported.

"I'm coming, Three," Evvar responded, making a sharp turn. He glanced out of the viewport and saw a pirate fighter chasing Three through loops and turns. The Kel Dor was in a good position to shoot him down; behind and above.

He pushed the yoke down and began to dive on the pirate. Now.

Evvar pulled the trigger, lighting up space with bright red laser bolts. All except one hit the enemy, smashing through its defenses and taking out its portside engine. Before the interceptor could continue on its course and ram the pirate, Evvar pulled up hard, fighitng the G's as he went. Maybe he should turn up the compensator's percentage. After evening out, still above the plane of the battlefield, he reached to his side and turned a dial to 95 instead of 85. That should help.

"Talon Leader, this is Claw Leader. I'm making my run on the enemy cruisers, I need cover!" came the voice of the bomber squadron's leader.

"I've got you, Claw. Talon Squadron, regroup and defend Claw Squadron on their run. I also request assistance from Dravin macovish ," Evvar said. This bombing run would be very important to the results of this battle. Heck, they couldn't even launch the ground invasion if they didn't defeat the Dusate navy. So it would be better safe than sorry to have another fighter squadron protecting the bombers. If Dravin accepted (or wasn't busy in a fight of his own).

 

[Dravin macovish]

as the alarms began to sound in the carrier Dravin and his squadron the Green Wings began to take off. looking up he fliped the start up sequence on his fighter, grabbing the throttle and giving it a few spins, eyes looking over to the flaps making sure everything was in working order. when the call to arms came in Dravin and his squadron took off in fast pursuit of the other fighters pulling up along side Talon squadron and giving a thumbs up to one of the other pilots.

as the battle ensued Dravin would be shooting down fighters calling out to the rest of his squadron as he wend " im already up to four what about you guys?"

as a females voiced piped in with a laugh they spoke in a cheary tone " im at six, better catch up boss"

with a playful frown dravin pulled his fighter in a crecent shape trying to turn on one of the enemy Interceptors though the ship out turned him soon blasting on his tail, " ferrick i have one on me!"

as he continued to try and out turn the fighter his shield eventually gave out, in a chance of inspiration and survival instinct he pulled the counter mesures on his ship, launching flairs and all the chaff to throw off the enemies sensors, he then threw his ship in reverse slowing his speed just enough for the enemy to fly over him, and like that he was on the enemies tail, with several good hits his blasters took the fighter out " praise the order"

as the call from evvar came over the radio he eagerly answered " the Green wings can assist but you owe us drinks when we get home" with that he gave the call to the others and pulling in formation just infront of Claw squardon Evvar Roxupa

 

[Laphisto]

with the centurion showing up the twi'lek gave a small frustrated grunt " damn it! more ships? and a star destoyer at that!? that's it call in reinforcements from the kerkodia dry dock, get me more ships!" one of the subordinants on station began to spoke " but si-" he was then promptly shot , the twi'lek waving his blaster around " who else wants to ask questions and not do as they are told! " the few spectators around quickly got out of the way and went back to work. with a frustrated scream the twi'lek man just about threw everything that was on the counter to the floor in his fit of anger.

the Pirate fleet would continue to advance forwards, five Terrik Frigates moving to intercept the bombers on their run pushing into a tight formation, almost to tight as some of them began to divert in fear of crashing into each other, the gunnars on the ships still shooting with reckless abandon some aiming at the fighters and other aiming at the bigger ships nearby.

as Entirr Mokuze entered the scene with one of the orders star destroyers several Bomber squadrons were diverted to try and stave off the larger ship, followed by ten of the Terrik frigates who with only one target in sight began hammering away at the larger ship in a focused fire attack.

Trace Xyston gets word that their target is infact not on the ground as at first thought but instead on one of the three stations in orbit, more specifically the center station at the message comes from the bridge with a high Priority mark attached to it " Captain kildor Muzaka is confirmed abored the center station, 1/3 targets identified "

 

[Evvar Roxupa]

Evvar watched as five enemy frigates tightened their formation, combining their firepower into the center of the escort formation. "All wings, spread out! Zach Harrasaf , sir! Requesting ion cannon barrage on the enemy frigate formation. Otherwise, they'll tear us apart!"

There was a scream over the comms as Talon Seven disappeared into shrapnel and superheated vapor. Dammit. We've got to get support, and fast!

Evvar wheeled around, followed by his squadron, as he started chasing down several pirate bombers racing towards Entirr Mokuze and his fleet. "Pick them off, Talons!" Evvar ordered as he dove down on them from above.

He squeezed the trigger, destroying two bombers, then peeled off the attack before he could run into the third one. Unfortunately, he overestimated the maneuverability of his craft, and scratched past the bomber's right wing. "Kriff! I might be disabled, Talons!" he said, in distress.

He scrolled through his interceptor's status displays, and saw that his top left laser cannon was broken. Not as bad as he thought it would be. Evvar made a wide loop to turn around, and came at the bombers from the front, intensifying the forward shields. One of the pirates broke from the formation and came at him, lasers blazing away, splashing harmlessly against his shields.

Evvar got a target lock, and fired. But his shots were useless against the bomber's shields. Meanwhile, Evvar's own defenses were down to forty percent. It wasn't looking good...when from above, Talon Two dove on the bomber and reduced it to dust, since its shields were also shunted forward.

"Thanks, Two," Evvar said breathlessly as he continued on his path, aiming to take another bomber from the side.

Dravin macovish

 

[Trace Xyston]

So...they would be flying to a space station. Interesting change of events. Trace now only had the ten minutes to study the station's interior, whereas before he had a week. Oh well. The Elghaseki were built to adapt. Trace leaned against the holoprojector in the shuttle, and pointed to an airlock on the ventral side of the central station. "This is where we will be making our attack. We enter here, then try to find a lift to take us to the bridge. Simple. Kill anyone we don't need. Capture the official, or whatever they call themselves. Senior pirates?"

He got a chuckle out of his men. Good. It was important to try to relieve as much stress as possible before a mission. It could prevent someone from seizing up in the heat of the moment. Or it could make them laugh in a stealth situation.

"Sergeant Xyston, we're approaching the station. We haven't been noticed, and there's nothing guarding it," came the voice of the pilot.

"Very good, Daana," Trace said. Then, he turned off the holoprojector. They needed to reduce the shuttle's power usage as much as possible to prevent getting detected. Daana... He liked saying her name. Not because of any unprofessional relations, but because Daana was like Aana. His sister. She had chosen a different faction, but their jobs were the same. Special forces; being sent in the most dangerous environments of all. And his sister was currently winning the competition for who was sent into the deadliest places. Maybe Trace would take the lead today.

"Docking now, sir!" Daana reported, and the shuttle vibrated a little before it settled into the air lock.

"Let's move," Trace ordered. Locked in, he unholstered his LO-44R and hit the switch to activate the airlock hatch. A second later, the air finished cycling and the pressure was equalized. The hatch slid open, revealing a small tube-shaped room. The second step in equalizing pressure. This room cycled too, and the hatch slid open.

The corridor inside was messy, with cargo crates strewn about, and empty ration wrappers lying about everywhere. The perfect place for an ambush. Trace formed a fist and hit his back twice. The signal for a possible ambush. His men knew what to do, and dashed across the corridor to take cover behind the cargo crate directly ahead, where they could see no one was hiding. Once his men were in position, Trace grabbed his LO-PD1 and his small datapad.

The sergeant released the tiny probe droid and controlled it on his datapad. It hovered close to the ceiling, getting a low-res image behind the cargo crates. Nobody. With the press of a button, the droid returned to its place on Trace's back, and he pointed forward. No ambush.

His men filed quietly through the corridor, then turned into the next one. It was actually clean. Probably, when other pirates docked with this station, they decided to greet each other right at the air lock, thus leaving trash and boxes to sit on whilst talking about whatever twisted business to do next.

Trace and his team continued to enter corridors cautiously, but after clearing five, they found the turbolift. Excellent. The sergeant walked forward and lowered his blaster to summon the turbolift...when the door opened by itself and a talkative pirate exited.

His mind immediately went to stealth mode...but there was nothing to hide behind. A Nikto looked at him in shock...but didn't get to scream as two blaster bolts silenced both he and his companion. Trace turned to his fellow Elghaseki and nodded in gratitude before entering the lift with them.

Up they went... to the bridge.

 

[Laphisto]

OBjective 1 Naval reponse

The Lilaste Fleet pushed forwards, the three shield popper frigates rushing past the fighters and directly into the fray of combat, their pure ion cannon salvos making quick work of the enemy frigates' shield, leaving them vulnerable to the incoming bombers though just as the three frigates make their pass and move to begin firing on the frigates attacking entirr and his ship, several fighters come crashing down towards the bomber squadrons, several Basalisk heavy fighters swooping in to chase them off or shoot them dead. The other bomber squadrons followed in line, their proton torpedos dropping and puncturing the Alusteel hull, the warhead burrowing in and then exploding, sending a shockwave of twisted metal and fire out into space, followed shortly by bodies of the crew.

The frigates that were attacking Entirr soon saw the approaching fighter squadron. By themselves, they would have been put numbered and indeed would be destroyed, but with the smart thinking of three of the nearby hammerheads that rushed into the fray of combat, throwing anti-fighter salvos into the dust cloud of fighters as well as mass driver shells and turbo laser fire directed at the ships approaching the Centurion.



Objective 3 Capture high-ranking Personel.

The shuttle that dropped off Trace and his men at the station went undetected. The pirates were seemingly too busy fighting the Lilaste forces and yelling at each other. While most of the station was empty, the bridge was far from it, packed with roughly thirty or so personnel stationed at various chairs on the bridge. The leading man in charge screamed and yelled at the others.

The moment the turbolift opened up a few of the pirates just happened to be standing in front of it, waiting for the lift to open " I can't belive Gilko and Fiva shut the door on us. Those Bantha's i swear when i- " their conversation was interrupted by them drawing their blasters and trying to get a few shots off. Either they hit or not, the rest of the bridge turned their attention to the turbo lift as one man yelled out, "Intruders on the bridge!" Within moments the pirates began to flip tables and duck behind cover. The Twi'lek in charge trying to rush for a door to his left and escape the room.

 

[Dravin macovish]

Dravin had expected the reinforcements of Talon squadron when they began the initial bombing run, though the moment they pulled away his squadron had to work twice as hard to try and defend the bombers with his teeth gritting together in silent curses flicking on the open channel to talon one " hey! where are you were getting torn apart out here! " with a flash two of his squad mates get taken out including the voice he had earlier he scowled softly as his reinforcements left him in the dark!.

though we was relived when the Basilisk starfighters showed up to drive off the enemy fighters, and he felt even better when the shield popper frigates showed up hearing a call of joy ring out from his other squamates " the calvery is here men lets get those bombers in position to take out that cruiser and those frigates! " letting out a small sigh of relief. with back up and more bombers in the run Dravin throwing his ship forwards as he begins to blast the anti fighter turrets ahead of the bombers to give them that much more cover.

 

[Trace Xyston]

Three. Two. One.

The lift door opened to reveal two pirates talking to each other. While their eyes widened in surprise and they fumbled to get their blasters, two Elghaseki blasted them in the chest before they could get off any shots. Trace took a long stride into the room, and a step to the left side of the lift so the rest of his team could get out. He switched his blaster to full auto and unloaded on a Devaronian trying to flip over a table. He fell with a smoking hole in his chest.

That was when he noticed a Twi'lek trying to escape at the back of the room. "Cover me!" Trace yelled to his teammates as he took off at a run towards him. Suddenly, he found his path obstructed by a table. Three pirates were hiding behind it. One peeked out to shoot at him, and for a second, Trace thought he was dead...but a red bolt to the face strengthened his faith in his team.

The sergeant jumped up on the ledge of the table and leapt from there. Midair, he turned back and fired two shots, each taking out one pirate. He continued his spin until he had turned 360 degrees, and stretched out his arms. He tackled the Twi'lek to the ground, and heard a pop. Thankfully, it was the captive's arm, not his.

Trace stayed laying atop the 'senior pirate', firing off several bursts of laserfire across the room, where another flipped table lay facing the turbolift. However, it wasn't facing him. The pirates behind it were perfectly exposed to Trace's fire, and they all went down.

Then, the other seven Elghaseki flooded into the room, checking dead bodies, and shooting at a couple survivors. Trace stood up, and extended a hand to help up the pirate. The fool took it. Angrily, he pulled the Twi'lek up and over his shoulder, and slammed him into the ground. Not to kill...but to teach a lesson.

"Arghh!" the man grunted in agony.

"Let's go," Trace ordered, as he quickly patted down the pirate (disposing of twenty-two weapons, and five death sticks), and carried him over his shoulder.

They took the turbolift all the way down. And it was packed. This Twi'lek certainly wasn't the skinniest. When the door opened, everyone squeezed out...

And one of his men, probably Rhomma, cried out in alarm. Trace whipped around to face the right side of the corridor...and waiting for him were a dozen or so pirates, blasters drawn.

"Give us our leader back!" a Nikto cried, aiming for Rhomma.

The pirate fired, catching Rhomma in the left leg. He grunted in pain, but was focused enough to fire back. His shots didn't miss. Ten red streaks tore into the Nikto, dropping him on one of his comrades. "Move! Drace, get Rhomma back to the ship!" Trace yelled.

He dropped the Twi'lek pirate and crouched down low, opening fire on the rest of the pirates. There was no cover to be found in this hallway...but there was cover a few corridors back. "Retreat!" he yelled, and he began to walk backwards, firing with one hand (in semi auto mode, since auto had too much recoil for one hand), and dragging the Twi'lek with the other.

Once he rounded the corner, the blasterfire stopped, and he could hear footsteps fast approaching. Then, he made a decision. "Gryon, take this scum to the ship with the rest of the men! I'll hold the enemy off! If I'm not back in a minute, leave without me."

"Sir..."

"Don't question orders, dammit! Go!" Trace reprimanded him harshly. Elghaseki were never supposed to question orders in this situation... either follow or don't follow. But definitely not think.

Trace took up a postion around a corner, pressed up against the bulkhead, heart pounding. Sweat dripped down into his eye, but no matter. That was the eye he closed to look down the scope anyway. He peeked around the corner and found eight pirates advancing on him, blasters aimed at his hiding spot.

Maybe this was it. The end of his adventures. It was such a shame he wouldn't get to say bye to Aana and Kostodu, his little siblings. But duty had called, and he had answered that call. Shadows were fast approaching him, growing larger every second. Footfalls were getting louder, and so were the catcalls and jeering. If only he had a grenade right about now. If he survived this, then he would ask Laphisto about it.

But before the pirates could round the corner, blasterfire came from across the corridor. Trace looked back. Gryon. Suddenly, a green blaster bolt struck the man in the lower abdomen. Luckily, his armor seemed to take this hit fine, and he continued shooting. Trace decided it was his turn to actually do something, not just let his team carry him to victory.

The Twi'lek took a deep breath, then crouch-walked to his right. He was under Gryon's line of fire, but could still add his firepower to the overall attack. The pirates around the corner didn't expect him to be that low, and Trace lit them up.

A storm of blaster bolts later, and the group was defeated, and Trace and Gryon were running back to the shuttle. The sergeant keyed on his comm and opened a tight-beam transmission to Zach Harrasaf . "Sir, we have him."

 

[Evvar Roxupa]

Over the radio came the panicked voice of Dravin macovish . Calling for help. Because Envvar had left him. His eyes shot wide open and he asked, "You didn't break off?!"

Two men in his squadron were now dead because of miscommunication. And it was probably the Kel Dor's fault. He gulped and wheeled around now that the majority of the bombers were defeated. "Talons...let's assist Dravin macovish ."

He didn't know what to say. Sorry? No, that sounded too...wrong for this situation. 'Sorry that I got someone killed'? It certainly didn't sound right. So Envvar would make it up with his actions.

But the truth was...he could never make it up. Two lives. How in the galaxy was he supposed to repay that?

He cast the thought away for a different time as an enemy fighter approached him from above. Hopefully the G's would kick some sense into him.

 

[Laphisto]

Objective 1 Naval

the pirates naval forces began to falter with time, the Lilaste orders pride with quality over quantity ensuring a stable victory, and how could it not, the Lilaste ships and weapon systems were simply more durable than the cheap and easy-to-produce fighters the pirates were using. that was until several frigates jumped in from hyperspace behind the stations, with victory well under the way, the supporting basilisk fighters destroying turrets on the enemy ships with most of the interceptors moving to take on enemy fighters.


Objective 2: initial landing Eden Io

with victory well within the navy's grasp the two assault ships are ordered to move for the planet. Several LAET/I drop ships rushed out the side hangers of the assault ships and immediately began to head for the planet's surface, to clear a landing ground and secure a beachfront for the oncoming landing invasion. A total of 16 dropships began the assault with 30 infantry per ship rushing through the atmosphere. The ships suffered some AAA fire but for the most part, broke through the clouds with ease.

Rushing forward a large storehouse, which seemed to be an old outpost of some kind came into view, turret fire raining down onto the gunships, some being struck but the armor plating and durable hull holding, it would take more than one shot to take these birds out of the sky. landing upwards to 500M away from the outpost the dropships began unloading troops who then began to flood into the streets the gunships picking off and flying away.

The ground team would be met with resistance. as pirate forces began to rush into the streets. A few gun emplacements were are being used to keep the advancing infantry at bay. It seems they knew they were coming and prepared ahead of time. A few Lilaste troops are struck, though the first couple hits don't seem to kill the soldiers, thier armor made to take a beating and keep on going due to its material. Almost immediately troops begin unloading and returning fire, blue bolts flinging through the streets, soldiers armed with LO-17D assault riffles, LO-15D battle riffles, and LO-26R machine guns. any mercenaries hired would have access to their selection of weapons from the Lilaste armory [ look at the factions about page]



Objective 3 Capture
With the twe'lik captured the pirates on the station began rushing to the bridge. Though capturing the spec ops team amid a retreat one of the pirates called it in "They have the captain! All hands to the airlock!" The pirates began to open fire as they progressed forward with pirates dying left right and center they seemed determined to push forward to fight back against the enemies that had invaded their home. giving chase to the retreating soldiers.

the stations alarms now beginning to sound it seems some one had activated the stations lock down, if Trace and his team were not fast enough then they would have to find another way off the station.

 

[Dravin macovish]

dravin grumbled on the commlink speaking up " glad to have you in the fight talon squadron" he couldn't blame them entirely war is messy, people will die and looking by the number in his own squadron they had also taken losses pushing his fighter forwards and giving chase to another squadron of interceptors a strange signal throwing up onto his sensors, looking on in confusion he tapped on the sensor a few times his ship suddenly becoming slow though he couldn't figure out why

" hey talon squadron do you see what im se-" suddenly he pulled himself to the side holding his joystick firmly , his fighter crashing into one of the Sand panther cruisers, which activated its Predator Interdictor Drives sending him spinning off into space, the large ship pushed into into the fray of the battle, the ship firing down and blasting one of the Dh'ivo corvettes, the first ships shield failing and then eventually being destroyed. the second how ever has its live ammunition struck causing a massive explosion throwing shrapnal out and into nearby Lilaste and pirate ships, a secondary shock wave hitting and rocking against teh righters, throwing them around " ahh!, may day may day, Green one going down, repeat iv lost all control over my ship im dead in the water, repeat i am dead in the water! heading in the direction of 33 mark 7 at 50 degrees north heading planet side i need assistance asap!"

 

[Trace Xyston]

As Trace and Gryon sprinted towards the airlock straight ahead, alarms began to sound. Rhomma could see him through the hatch, and waved him on. The two soldiers ran faster and faster, Gryon taking a lead because of his longer legs. The hatch began to close. No, no, no! Kriff!

Gryon dove forward at full speed, and barely made it through the hatch. Meanwhile, Trace slammed full speed into the now-closed exit, and struggled to hold off despair as a heavier layer of blast shielding closed over the same hatch. He would have to find another way out. By himself. Voices were floating down the corridor. More pirates. He would just have to confront them head on, then.

Trace summoned all his courage and ran at full speed. He rounded a corner...and crashed into the lead pirate, knocking her down. She let out a grunt, and her blaster fired into the jaw of her comrade. Quickly, Trace grabbed up the woman, holstered his rifle, and put her own pistol to her temple. "Try anything and she-". Before he could even finish his threat, the other five pirates unloaded into his 'hostage' quickly burning holes through her body and hitting Trace's light armor.

He just ran. Faster...faster. He dodged and weaved from side to side, and finally turned a corner to enter the turbolift. And two more pirates came out. Already at full speed, Trace turned his run into momentum for a flying side kick, breaking one Weequay's ribcage. Now that he was inside the lift car with the other pirate, he wound up for an uppercut, and unleashed before the man could fire a shot. His target's jaw broke with a satisfying crunch, and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Trace jabbed at the button marked "hangar" and the door closed. With no time to waste, the sergeant got on the comlink and turned off stealth protocol. Then, he spoke. "Daana, I need you by Hangar Two, quickly!"

After a second of silence, Daana's voice came through. "Thank goodness you're alright, Sergeant Xyston! I'm on my way," she said.

When the lift door opened, Trace ran out at full speed, still carrying that woman's blaster pistol out ahead of him. When he got to the hangar bay, which was darker than he expected, he continued his run, as he saw the shuttle hovering right outside the magnetic containment field. The shuttle had its airlock open, facing the hangar. Time to show these pirates what a Lilaste Elghaseki could do. From his utility vest, he pulled out a grappling hook, and aimed at the shuttle.

Suddenly pain seared through his lower back. He didn't have to look to know he was shot. But he didn't mind the pain. Trace fired the hook and it latched perfectly onto the side of the airlock. He hit a red button, and the hook began to reel him in.

The light blue haze that was the containment field was rapidly approaching...he broke through. Thank the Force his armor was vacuum sealed and temp regulated. Frost began to form on the outer skin of his armor, but it didn't hinder his movement. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he landed inside the air lock and smashed the close button. Trace dropped to one knee, exhausted and stressed out of his mind. But he had completed his mission. Now, back to Admiral Zach Harrasaf .

 

[Evvar Roxupa]

Over the comms, Evvar heard Dravin macovish call out for help. This was his first step on a long road of redemption. Immediately, he took his interceptor in a sharp turn, headed straight towards the coordinates provided by the Green Wings' leader. Rapidly approaching was a careening starfighter, a great man trapped within. "Dravin, I'm here! I don't know what to do with you...I don't have anything to really take you back for repair. If only I had a tow cable or tractor beam..."

But he didn't. In fact, he couldn't do anything except keep enemies off Dravin's back while other help arrived. He felt helpless. "I'm sorry, Dravin. All I can do is keep enemies away while more serious help comes. Could you try rebooting systems? That might help unless you took a lot of structural damage. What do your status displays say?"

 

[Dravin macovish]

Dravin struggled trying to keep himself awake, even with the inertia dampeners the constant spinning was causing his head to hurt and his vision to go black. a small grunt being heard through the comm system his fighter flinging towards the planet at an increased speed. he tried to reboot his systems smacking his fist against the console once, twice, thrice, and finally by some miracle his ship seemed to power back on, the thrusters kicking back online, though with minimal power, he had a choice, stop his spinning or stop his progress towards the planet below.

now he was no fighter, he had barly even made it to becoming a pilot back when Aurora station was first attacked by the pirates in force.. reaching his hand out he kicked the auto stabilization into gear using the last of his ships power to stop himself from spinning, but not stopping his momentum.

due to being made out of Dral kayatr. his ship had warped and buckled on the entire left side, where his ship had struck the frigate his cockpit was cracked and venting atmosphere, luckily he wore his pressurized flight suit. clicking on the commlink he looked over to Evvars fighter then back to the planet and over to the ensuing battle " use your landing gear, attach the maglock to my ship and haul be back to the carrier "