The Battle for Corellia (New Republic Dominion of Hex U30)

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"] | CorSec HQ , Small resistance cell | Objection : Hold quadrant,liberate Corellia |


Although 'retired' from the run and gun life, Delila picked up odd jobs here and there. It kept her skills sharp, got her out of [member="Xin Boa"]'s hair for a bit, and brought in a few extra credits. Brad had reached out to her with an offer of teaching a few classes to a group CorSec Cadets. Of course she had jumped at the chance - an offer to blow up items on the government dime and mess with Brad on a daily basis? A true win-win situation.

It wasn't until she had arrived the information about the Sith was shared. It didn't particularly bother her but Delila would have wished to be informed in order to be prepared. Now she was on a rooftop giving a crash course to a handful of cadets on how to assemble and use an anti-aircraft gun.


"Hopefully we don't set the building on fire...or collapse it. This thing is going to run heavy and hot." Delila motioned to a wrench, working on fixing supports. "Make sure this is secure then we just pray."

Blue gaze glanced over and found Brad.

"Hows it looking out there?"

 

[The Midnight Man]

Objective 1: Spaceport
-Station Juliet, Warehouse 04
-Disrupt Local & Orbital Comms
Allies: Corellia, SJO, Republic
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
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Immediately through the doors, a hallway stretched before reaching the warehouse; to either side off the hallway were two doors. Through the right door, was a smaller storage area with a series of shelves, all in darkness... while on the left was an office. This was the same room where Rylen, the talker, had joined his companion with the cigeras. Vengeance found the remaining man in the room, seated, his back to the door - and Nyax shot him dead from the entry-portal. The Xana Shatter-pistol performed admirably; completely silent in dim lighting, and the trooper went dark, locked in the mystery of his own passing. As Vincent was scanning the room further, he noticed in one of the back corners, a fuse-box; accessible, but tucked out of the way. His eyebrows narrowed, but he made the choice, and turned away. Since he'd already made a few hits, he was on a time-limit; once you got the ball rolling, you had to keep rollin' - to pause would be inviting failure. So he left the room and continued down the hallway.

10.

The wraith catfooted down the hallway, keeping low and to one side... because when most people peered down the hallway, they'd look for silhouettes. So Nyax made none. As he approached the end of the hallway, the floor expanded, opening up into a warehouse which could have easily fit a squadron of X-Wings, parked in rank & file. Many of the overhead lights were dark, but the upper level was entirely lit.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

"Tiem!"

"Finish your fraking smoke! nerf herder! Watch your own fraking radio!"

The booted soldier muttered obscenities, standing a few steps from the top on the metal staircase which led upstairs.

Nyax watched him, the barrel of the XLP-7 direct, and would have been drilling the man with a laser-identifier, but the device was disabled. Even with no sights, the assassin could thread needles with the close-range weapon; for anyone else, it would be difficult to strike a man at 8 paces away, even with significant skill with a blaster. The weapon was compact, black in color, and possessed a peculiar shape along the lower frame - a protrusion, molded from the weapon itself. Nyax still had his garrote, concealed at his wrist, and the slim-bladed dagger.

"Hey! I said hurry up, Tiem! Break's fraking over!"

The man's angry tone became impatient, and then started down the steps toward the bottom level - boots ringing on the metal like tolling bells.

The last thing the soldier knew, his right foot would no longer move... As-if it were caught in a wire; but his left continued, stepping wide into open air. Then, he was falling. The sound was horrific, resembling a sack of meat being struck by hammers. The soldier tumbled down the stairs, his foot suddenly free, reaching the bottom where he landed in a heap. The sharp metal edges of the industrial staircase opened dozens of wounds, pulvering bone and overwhelming the man entirely. Nyax was already moving, springing from the darkness, around the stairwell from beneath it, and taking the steps three at a time. He was upstairs, just as the rest of the occupants of the second floor were beginning to respond.

9.

And, so-named, the boogeyman would vanish into thin air.

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CoreSec HQ
Objective: 3 Resistance Cell Trying to Hold Cresec HQ
Tags: [member="Delila Castillon"]

Truth be told, it looked like hell out there. Through the micro binoculars the fighting at the starport looked pretty intense. The sky above it looked just as intense. It would take far more then this for Brad to lose his cool.

“The Sith Imperials, they don’t even stand a chance”, glancing over to the new recruits and Dells, Brad just smirked.

“Is she ready to start to pick targets over the spaceport”, it seemed pretty easy in theory. Shooting into a furball was another thing. Last thing you desired was to have any friendly fire.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"] | CorSec HQ


Delila rolled her eyes at his overconfidence. Corellians were fairly hearty people, the world was her adopted homeland and she had learned a lot over her years here. Yet time and experience (old age) had shown her often that confidence and home advantage didn't mean the battle wouldn't be bloody. Or hard. Or full of sacrifice. The cadets on the roof with her would have to figure it out the hard way - everyone had to. One of the blinders of youth, feeling everything would always go your way.

"This one can start firing. Cadets can set up the second one, see if you can do it without me."

Cadets - kids really - scrambled off to the next anti-aircraft gun at the other end of the roof. Delila had plugged in a datapad and was calibrating the gun, watching it arc towards where Brad had been staring out. Squatting down she stared through a lens. The gun was smart enough to track from the sky, so long as she set the target.

Eye caught a tie interceptor and she marked it as an enemy target. The massive gun quickly went to work, moving slowly across the sky before emitting a large laser bolt. The noise was deafening. Delila was certain hearing loss would set in quickly.

"That good enough for you?"

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Corellian Spaceport
Objective: 1 - Outlast the Republic Assault
Allies: Imperial Forces - [member="Belphaegor"], [member="Reverance"]? | Te Veman - [member="Meshla Munin"], [member="Ravik Munin"], [member="Hana Munin"], [member="Magnus Vizsla"]
Enemies: Corellian Freedom Fighters - [member="Myk Venture"] | New Republic Forces - [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="The Elder Kashi"], [member="Vincent Nyax"]

The battle didn't so much as stutter as the Echani stayed well behind cover, commanding the forces that she had to hold the main entrance to the starport. The men and women she commanded had started being forced to fight alongside the corpses of their brothers and sisters, unable to move the corpses to another location and unwilling to give an inch to the ever intrusive Republic forces across the street. Jorryn moved cover around for her men and shoved what clutter she could aside so that the reinforcements had more room to fully cover the openings, more guns at the front was always welcome. It wouldn't be good for morale if these soldiers just saw their commander standing in the back, either unable or unwilling to help them.

Unfortunately when it came to a battle at this range, the Inquisitor was little more than a tempting target for enemy forces. The encroachers were too far for her to quickly close the gap and she was far from skilled enough at Shien to push through the veil of blaster fire. This timidness to press forward was justified by both Jedi and Sith knights that thought themselves the ones that could crush the other sides defences, only a few managing to get over halfway before succumbing to the sheer volume of blaster fire being sent their way.

But Jorryn was patient however, her mind always trying to find solutions to whatever problem lay in her way. The zealousness of this raging battle kept increasing, but it was also this intensity that caused little cracks to form in the defensive lines. Gaps in vantage points across the streets that were taking longer and longer to fill as Corellians and Republic soldiers both fancied themselves heroes and waited at the front lines, leaving windows of opportunity to push through an area that wouldn't be guarded as heavily.

Unfortunately those windows still weren't long enough, not for someone of her specialties at the very least.

I need a bit more time The Inquisitor thought to herself through gritted teeth, a hope for more time concerning her as what time they already had was borrowed.

"Excuse me, my La-"

No words left her lips to silence the exhausted soldier that approached her, but the burning anger in her amber gaze did the job well enough. It told him that he ought to choose his next few words choicely or the could be his last.

"Apologies, but Inquisitor Belphaegor has told me to inform you that the West Access Port has begun to collapse." The soldier's respect for duty and fear had kept his tone clear, but as the words poured from him they filled with anxiety the longer he prattled. "He expects the position to fall within the hour."

A strong taste of iron filled the Echani's mouth, the sensation making her realize that her teeth had begun to dig into the inside of her cheek as the news had been read to her. She wanted to scream or just kill the messenger to make the news go away, but unfortunately neither would help the situation any. Jorryn's vengeful gaze dropped to the floor in concentration as her mind raced for solutions to how she would be able to escape from this battle.

"Tell, Lord Belphaegor to hold onto his position as long as he can," She hadn't fought alongside her fellow Saaraisash member before, but the organization didn't have the reputation of weakness. "Kill any man that runs if he has to, that position can't be defeated."

The soldier straightened his back as he saluted before running back where he came from, taking her message with him. It didn't matter how many men died at this point, the real battle was in the sky above. The Super Star Destroyer needed to destroy the fleet blocking the ground troops exit, it would be near impossible for a transport to leave as long as the Republic forces were situated in the atmosphere.

The Echani looked back out towards the street, golden eyes noting the timing and effectiveness of enemy positions. A large light side presence causing the Sith's skin to crawl, coming from one of the streets in the distance. As much as the Inquisitor would enjoy slaughtering the cause of it, rushing out into the field was suicide. So the thought was pressed back.

Another time, perhaps.

If the West Access Port was doomed, then the Imperials had to make an attempt for the city eventually. They couldn't afford to be caught on two fronts and Jorryn's pride would rather she died than for her to get captured by Jedi. At the same time she felt it a shame that a light as bright as hers could be snuffed out defending some backwater planet like Corellia.

So she continued to wait, surveying the battlefield for an opportunity to push out. Just one chance to turn the assault on the starport and push the Corellians back into the streets of the city, freeing the spaceport for emergency evacuations. Then she could be free of this gutter of a planet.

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CoreSec HQ
Objective: 3
Post 2
Tags: [member="Delila Castillon"]

Brad was quietly had his concerns. Being the commanding officer he had to play it careful with these inexperienced recruits. Morale could become an issue if Brad showed any fear. It was he placed these recruits up on the roof and not down below with the Corsec veterans trying to hold the HQ.

“Outstanding”, Brad words of encouragement over the successful use of the anti-aircraft emplacement. That first hit was build confidence in these troops. Things were going good.

“Dells, how are my additional guns coming”, he asked but wonder how the other Corsec officer fared down stairs.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"] | CorSec HQ | Objective : Blow up things


As the gun fired Delila had been more concerned with the building. There was massive recoil, feet of the gun were dug in deep. Not an ideal situation, she would have preferred a paved courtyard or park. The building provided excellent height and range but also made them sitting ducks. Wouldn't be long until the enemy figured out where they were.

Delila left her gun, wordlessly pointing to a support beam on the other. A silent command to recheck their work. Didn't need something to go wrong and they ended up blowing themselves up. It could easily happen.

Striding over to Brad, she didn't want to speak aloud. Hand picked macrobinoculars off the ledge of the building, making it look as if she was picking out another target to fire at. In a way she was. In another way she needed to quietly talk to Brad.

"There are no more guns coming Bradley." Voice was calm, even. "You see how heavy they are. I would need another roof and ten more bodies. Besides its only a matter of time before they figure out where we are and bomb us out. We might want to start thinking about an alternative plan quickly, where we will go."

 

[Brad Solo]

Location: CoreSec HQ
Objective: 3
Post 3
Tags: [member="Delila Castillon"]

​

It was not obvious to the green circuits but Brad understood the subtle cues as Dells came over. She wanted a private discussion but not in front of the kids. Understandable, totally he got why too before she even spoke.

This whole day was not going well and it did not look like it was going to get any better. Brad had his role and Dell had hers. They both were playing the part to keep these kids fighting. By now it was more about survival.

“I get it”, he was starting to speak but noticed something. Far off in the distance he seen to Tie Fighters bank off to their starboard side. To the inexperienced it would just look two Tie Fighters in a furball. To an experienced Corsec Special task Force Officer, he knew they were about to have incoming.

“Move it”, Brad yelled out as he turned to green troops. “Incoming, move into the building”, he moved into position. It was a karking stupid idea. He had to be last one going through the door. However he just might have to stall to give a few people a chance to get through the door. Trying to use a Force Barriers to stave off Tie Laser cannons seemed a really stupid idea.

 

[Amari Deechi]

Location: Boots on the ground, Western Spaceport Border
Objective: 1 (Secure Spaceport)
Enemy: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Reverance"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Magnus Vizsla"] | [member="Meshla Munin"]
Allies: [member="Vincent Nyax"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="The Elder Kashi"] | [member="Vulpesen"]
Personal Equipment: Standard UFARB Loadout
Special Gear: ESKR Mk.1 Rifle


The sight of the battle raging below was a welcome sight to the Umbaran. A few shots from ground emplacements struck the Netcaster's shields, but the barriers held well, further enhancing his confidence. By the time they were in position to deploy, the port's western bank appeared ready to fall. Amari would ensure that they had the reinforcements necessary to make that happen.

Within seconds his well-trained troops surged out of both gunships and shortly after dropships. A few squads made for the buildings where they'd set up sniper positions and machine gun nests, picking off exposed imperials within the port or providing heavy suppressing fire to groups of enemy soldiers. Amari himself however commanded the bulk of the force, nearly a full 400 men and women, each a son or daughter of Umbara. His previous fears of needing to write letters home faded as he gave the order to press forward.

Above, and within seconds forward, rode the Netcasters. They would be the deciding factor on the ground. Before the boots on the ground were even within firing distance of the spaceport, all twelve ships had moved into formation, spreading out to ensure not only maximum weapon coverage, but minimum liability to their fellows in case of a critical hit to one ship. Over his comms he could hear the conversation between the gunship commanders and the carrier still in orbit.

The order to fire was given.

Shadows passed over the ground and before long the skies were aflame with the saturation of laser cannon fire, with the near constant streams of bolts from each ship's rotary blaster cannons, with the shrieking of their anti-infantry missiles picking out small pockets of Imperial scum to rend limb from limb, each one exercising extreme caution with regards to their allies and the local freedom fighters, avoiding areas that were close to friendlies. Several broke off from their formation to make circling passes, raking the Imperial command center with laser cannon fire in the hopes they could take out the defensive leaders. Even the TIE/st droid fighters joined in on the fun, streaking overhead to engage enemy fighters with their powerful 20mm cannons.

It was destruction. Targeted, precise destruction. And Amari loved every minute of it. Before long his troops were in range and began firing on the defenses. That was his cue.

"This is Captain Amari Deechi, Umbaran First Armored Ranger Battalion, calling to Republic and local Corellian forces. We're near your position, do not fire on us. Repeat, we're here to help."

The eruption of the electrothermal rifles carried by the majority of his troops was loud, but his message would go through. Hopefully the roar of gunfire would put fear into their enemies as well. If they laid down their weapons so be it. If not...




Complement
1x Argonaut-class Carrier
3 Netcaster-class Heavy Gunship squadrons (120 UFARB troopers)
2 TIE/st Droid Fighter squadrons
4 EDR-4100 Dropships (320 UFARB troopers)

440 UFARB Troopers Total

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Corellia; Spaceport
Objective: Mercenary work, etc.
Allies: Republic, tentatively, because credits
Enemies: Imperials et al.
Gear in signature; beskar'gam, Buirkan, Kar'ta'shukur, Akaa'gai, pistol

Corellia was a cause she'd not so much given up on as turned her back to, but pieces of her past had a way of reemerging at one point or another whether she liked it or not. Her home-planet was being liberated once again, this time by the Republic, and like those other times she would be taking part in the proceedings, this time as a mercenary as opposed to a freedom fighter for her people. The premise was largely the same, however, and this enemy didn't look too different than the last did. History kept repeating itself time and time again, and one would think at this point the Imperials would learn that Corellia would never break.

They would be proven wrong again.

Keira had asked her brother if he wanted to come along, and he'd more or less laughed in her face, not that she'd expected anything less. He had even less love for Corellia than her, and refused to lift a finger even if the payout would benefit their people in the long run. It wasn't something she could really hold against him, because she'd nearly turned down the offer as well, but figured one of them might as well be out making credits. Besides, he was busy settling into his new role as Warmaster, a responsibility she was more than happy for him to have after holding the mantle herself on two occasions. It was a title she was more than happy to do without, and besides, she trusted he was capable.

The grip of her tomahawk settled firmly into her palm, stained with drying blood from where it had already impacted the chest of an Imperial soldier shortly after her arrival. It was a more maneuverable counterpart to the giant of a weapon across her back, and one she would do without until the battle came to a head, which it most certainly would. Rebellions never stayed quiet for long, especially on this planet.

There weren't many Mandalorians to be found on the side of the Republic, and she'd avoided fighting alongside her contractual allies, still wary of the government even so long after the regime she was familiar with had fallen. The Jedi were no more her friends than the Sith, holding only a slightly better favor given that they had their morals about them the majority of the time. For all the potential help available she was better off fighting alone, being more than content with the idea.

It didn't cross her mind that this was his homeworld as well, because he hadn't crossed her mind lately at all. Fate, of course, was far from as kind.

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

There was always a tension when having to fight against a new enemy, and Keira could absolutely feel in as she clenched tighter on the controls of her fighter. Flicking a few switches as she primed her rockets, an idea had fallen right into her head: quick thinking and the stress of being so new to leading a squadron did seem to make her think a little restless. It seemed dumb, but Keira was all about dumb.

Thankfully, all of Mastiff Squadron had a similar idea with their Lieutenant. It amusing how thick the tension was but how utterly meaningless it was in the grand scheme of things. But soon the silence was broken as Keira shouted into her comms:

"Lock on and fire all ordinance!"

Squeezing hard on her triggers the concussion missiles in her Interceptor fired out at the approaching Mandalorians, following suit came a mixture of proton torpedoes and more concussion missiles to meet the enemy fighters before the bloody engagements began. Ironically, in her focused display Keira hadn't even realized she had been given ships to come in for support. She was all too focused on at least taking out one of the little rats before they tore her to shreds.

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

 

[Warmaster Nyâsh]

POV: Bram Sigismund, Commodore
Faction: New Republic, New Republic Navy
Area: Space Battle

7th Rapid Response Fleet

Spoiler

Class | Category | Name | Hull | Shielding

Spoiler

1x Lightbringer-class Star Destroyer 'Dies Irae' (flagship) 100 | 100
1x Lightbringer-class Star Destroyer 'Sarissa' 100 | 100
5x Cypress-class Cruisers 'Gladius, Devastator, Flame of Eternity, Warspite, Repulse' 100 | 100
3x Billet-II-class Cruiser Carriers 'Carnivore, Ghost, Nemesis' 100 | 100
10x Hellion-class Heavy Frigates 100 | 100
1x Partition-class Interdictor Cruiser 100 | 100
4x Reprentance-class Corvettes 100 | 100
3x Preserver-class Corvettes 100 | 100

It has just been a week since he was granted this command. The supreme commander of the New Republic was very welcoming to an experienced commander, especially because of the need for more leading officers. The commission of the 7th Rapid Response Fleet is a dedication, an occupation - the duty, Bram Sigismund hoped for. Giving the command in rank of a Commodore, he chose the Dies Irae, a Lightbringer Star Destroyer as his flagship.

As soon as he raised his flag on the ship, the order to follow Solan Charr and his fleet to support it. The fleet was heading ahead towards Corellia to take back the planet from the grip of its suppressors.
Now the the information of a dire space battle popped up.

"As soon as we leave hyperspace - shields up, charge weapons and prepare for immediate engagement." The Commodores deep, gravelly voice was echoing from the coms on all of the flotillas ships.

A part of the real space at the edge of the Corellian system was tearing apart and the fleet of Bram Sigismund was leaving hyperspace, alarms ringing on each ship as soon as they entered the system. The sensors of each ship catched the ongoing space battle, a dozen minutes into the system.

"Launch the fighter screen, bombers ready. All ships 1/8 light thrust, forward, conduct energy to front deflectors." Leaning with both hands on the control desk of the strategium which was laying half meter lower than his command seat, the commodore was watching the situation in the sytem. Solans fleet was in dire need of support, several ships showed major damage and being heavily pressed by the imperials. The activity in his command centre was busy, several deck officers and adjutants were doing their duties, calculating and reviewing reports - always updating the three-dimensional holo display of the inner system.

After reviewing the situation for a few moments he issues his orders.
The two star destroyers will form the main line together with the carriers and the Preservers, the Partition together with the Reprentance´s will follow as a second line and try to avoid battle as long as ordered. The Cypress-classes are to form an addition first line, staying behind on the far left, even further than the second line.

"Open a com channel to the Fleet Admiral." An adjutant quickly opens a encrypted channel to contact the Republic´s Supreme Commander in this system.

"Fleet Admiral Charr, this is Commodore Sigismund of the 7th Rapid Response Fleet, we have been assigned by the high command to join forces with you. We are moving in to support and if necessary, relief you. If we do not recieve a response, we will continue as planned."

 

[Adenn Munin]

Location: Starport
Allies: Imperials & Mandalorians | [member="Magnus Vizsla"] | [member="Meshla Munin"] | [member="Hana Munin"] | [member="Belphaegor"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Reverance"]
Enemies: Republic Scum | [member="Myk Venture"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | @OthersIMissedSorry
Objective: Glory

At least a platoon of fifty Mandalorian warriors were with Ravik, and it was diverse between Munin and Vizsla warriors. Their forces were small, yes, but it was enough. The heads of their clans tried not to invest much of their clansmen in battles that weren't fully theirs. They worked with their Imperial allies and made the best of it. With the overwhelming numbers of the Sith-Imperial Legionnaires and the merciless wrath of Ravik and his brothers and sisters, they easily dominated their foes together.

Now that was being tested as the Republic and its allies made their move.

"Excellent, Meshla. Right on time," and nodded at her as she had finished her own objective she was assigned. If the sign of defeat drew near them, they'd gladly send this spaceport to all oblivion. Victory or defeat, always make your opponent suffer. A lesson taught to him by his adopted father.

"And they will, brother. Each and every one of them," the Korun said to Magnus that was high in a nest to survey the battle before them.

An Imperial squad came by to which the Munin stopped them in their tracks.

"Where is the enemy?" He didn't care how bad the situation was, he needed to find his foe and make them bleed.

"Their pushing on the west wing and on the main entrance."

"We will go to their main entrance, reinforce the west," and ordered fifteen Mandalorians to aid the west wing while the rest marched for the main entryway.

"Remember, no quarter for these aruetiise. Pierce their hearts with the cold point of your blade!"

 

[The Midnight Man]

Objective 1: Spaceport
-Station Juliet, Warehouse 04
-Disrupt Local & Orbital Comms
Allies: Corellia, SJO, Republic
Enemies: [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
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A few of the soldiers had been resting, devoid of their armor, content in their belief that their anonymity made them safe. Three men, sleeping in racks in one upstairs room, were drawn from sleep by the sound of their comrade tumbling down the staircase just outside their door. Another man was up & awake, armed with powerful long-range blaster rifle as he monitored the spaceport in the distance; a perfect sniper's perch just outside the building's upper level with a view to the space battle above.. Nearby, to his rear and a few steps into the building was the entry into the Comms-room. There were two other rooms off the hallway; one, a storage room, lined with boxes & small crates, and the other, a small lounge with a table & chairs and a kitchenette. Two men, sipping coffee, were seated at the table and also heard the commotion outside in the hall.

Salik rose from his rack, immediately aware - the sound of ringing metal and a quickly silenced scream had awoken he and his comrades from a hazy rest, and each of them sat up in their bunks, looking at each-other in the dim light. Swinging his powerful legs from the cot, he stood - clenching his oversized fists. The man was tall & broad; a brawler in his youth, and a professional killer in an Imperial uniform. "The frak was that?" He demanded, his voice a snarl - a jagged scar ran from his upper chest and along the right side of his throat; his voice had changed from the savage attack by a predatory creature, and he always sounded to be on the edge of a murderous rage. He was somewhat taller than most of the soldiers in his command, and acted like it - he'd rather send others to die than put himself in harm's way.

When his two soldiers shrugged, indicating they didn't know, the big NCO snarled, stalking toward the door to the hallway - his blaster pistol clutched in his meaty fist. The two soldiers scrambled after him.

Salik walked out of the room & into the hallway, then toward the staircase & landing where he'd be able to survey the floor of the warehouse below.. He didn't wait for his men, reaching the heavy metal railing which protected workers from the bone-jarring drop onto duracrete below & peering down... glimpsing a crumpled shape at the bottom of the stairs, and immediately spying the slowly-spreading pool of dark liquid around it.

"Hey! Get the frak out here! Jas fell down th-"

Then, pain exploded behind his eyes.

The Boogeyman heaved, using the dagger as leverage; buried into the groin of the big Imperial soldier, taking the man off his feet with the momentum of his attack and throwing the man bodily off the top level. By the time Salik hit the duracrete nearly 6 meters below, he was already in shock.

8.

Immediately, Nyax was on the offensive; swiveling and taking the hallway by storm. Two soldiers, half-dressed and armed with blaster carbines, were exiting a dark room in haste, obviously running to join their leader. Vincent met them at the door, severing the veins in the forward man's wrist & tearing the carbine from his hands with the still-clutched dagger. He struck the defenseless soldier in the jaw with the bottom edge of the XLP-7's frame - the sharpened edge of the weapon biting deeply into the Imperial's cheek and mouth, then fired twice - angling his shots toward the man just behind him, striking the rear-most man in the chest and driving him to the floor. Nyax finished his assault, driving his dagger deeply into the disarmed trooper's belly... giving the blade a vicious twist, face to face with his victim. Terror filled the man's eyes... and then he went down. The series of attacks were over in seconds.

7, 6.

Now, the remaining troopers upstairs were aware of an intruder in their midst, and were coming fast.

 

[Alex StormWolf]

Planet: Corellia
Location: Some Cantina Called Bovo's
Objective: 1 - Capture the Space Port
Allies: Pro-Republic Grounders
Enemies: Imperials and Allies
Equipment: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/44925-rendili-battlemaster-armor/

Alex StormWolf was on the roof of some sleazy looking cantina called Bovo's, facing towards the alleyway at the back, doing a bit of recon when the comlink in his helmet started shouting into his ear.

"Vice Chancellor is on the warpath, Alex, get your butt over here NOW!"

"Where exactly is here," Alex asked. "I'm on the roof over at Bovo's at the moment, making sure no Imps try and sneak in on us from the backside."

"We're right out front. The Marines are dealing with the few Imps left near your position...Correction...Vice Chancellor is headed for the space port. There's plenty of action for everybody. Get moving!"

"I'm on it," Alex replied, sprinting towards the front of the building, launching himself into the sky with a Force Leap. His lightsabers ignited as he tucked and rolled, springing to his feet in the midst of the chaos below. A trooper, obviously disoriented by the appearance of an enemy at point blank range, fumbled to get his rifle into firing position as Alex spun around, cutting him in two with a vicious scissors cut from his two lightsabers. Lightsabers humming an eerie cadence as he advanced and deflected blaster bolts, Alex slowly caught up with the Vice Chancellor just as he was rallying the troops for a final assault on the Space Port.

"Hey Bossman," Alex said, "you weren't about to rush off in a blaze of glory and into the annuals of Republic History without me were ya?"

[member="Tobias Dracks"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"] | Objective : Don't Die |

Macrobinoculars tracked the incoming fighters for just a moment. The Cadets were already down a stairwell. Macrobinoculars were tossed down and there was a scramble in the same stairs after the cadets. The entire group of cadets were completely standing still,as if they were going to take cover. Standing still wasn't ideal.

"Let's move,Imperials aren't going to stop bombing just because they don't see us. Move down quickly."

Delila wished she could be leading the pack. Having herself and Brad leading in the back meant the cadets had to keep looking back or moving in blind.

"Keep an eye on our six. I'm going up front before we get killed."

 

[Onrai]

[member="Ella Nova"]

"Remember what I taught you?" She said. "Do not kill what you can corrupt." A familiar voice would speak to her as Vanessa focused, meditating within the chamber of the Ablution. "I would hate to have to actually defend Jedi of any form, but please. Remember how malleable the mind of a youngling is." She focused on monitoring her apprentice even as the battle continued onwards.

[member="Lord of Vandemar"] [member="Solan Charr"]

The 92nd Bombard Squadron noticed the arrival of the 7th Fleet as they came to support Solan's fleet assets. 2 of the bombardment spheres were repositioned to bombard the 7th Fleet as they were incoming, while the other 2 engaged Solan's ships, focusing fire on the Independence. The corvette screen moved in to engage the enemy fleet, focusing initially on fighters and other corvettes before focusing on the larger ships.

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92nd Bombard Squadron
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems

Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Judgement | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Doomgiver | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Formidable | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Ackyuna | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Carrack II-class Frigate | Galvanizer | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Vigil II-class Corvette | Keeper | 300m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Vigil II-class Corvette | Howlrunner | 300m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Vigil II-class Corvette | Banshee | 300m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Exterminator-class Heavy Corvette | Artemis | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Torrential | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Raze | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Scorpion​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Masanya​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Eagle | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Exterminator-class Heavy Corvette | Blast Radius | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Exterminator-class Heavy Corvette | Halifax | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Crater | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Tondar | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Dagger | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Phalanx | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Glazer | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Blackmist | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Scarlet Thranta | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Dagger | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

Independent Units
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Pluton-class Battleship | Saturn | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Location: Corellia System
Objective: Rebel
Allies: Republic, [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: Sith Imperial Forces, [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Keira Cerdulan"]

TR-20 X-Wing​

Rogue Squadron​

Operation New Dawn​

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"Copy Six, I see them," checking his scopes, Rogue Leader had indeed detected Rhane's incoming contacts at oh five two carom three, "Alright Goldie, think you're up for a little head to head? I've got the bombers, but I need your eyes on our intercept."

Even after having massed every available Alliance Remnant pilot he could get his hands on, the Sith still outnumbered them. Green Wing was one of two mixed fighter/interceptor squadrons, mostly X-Wings and A-Wings but with a few E-Wing space superiority and Crossfire squadrons mixed in. An additional half wing's worth of dedicated bomber craft was carrying their most potent payloads, but every fighter with a missile rack was outfitted with ship to ship ordinance in anticipation of their predominantly space based quarry. There were a few B-Wing and D-Wing fast bombers in the pack, but mostly it was comprised of Alderaanian StarFortress heavies.

"Now you're telling me you have a bad feeling?" he scrunched up his face in frustration at his R9's translated hoots and whistles, "Well its too late to back out now, little guy. We're already committed. Besides, you've been flying with me for how long now? Nothing's tagged us yet."

Frustration morphed into a legitimate glower as he glanced down at the droid's reply.

"That was one time! And it was a crash landing if I my reckoning is aright. Didn't even break the ship! End up in a Dagobah swamp once and suddenly I'm a jinx..."

Rogue Squadron

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Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Rayf Vigil"] "Old Man"
Rogue Two – Lieutenant [member="Cuan Kunn"] "Flaps"
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Rutar Nok"] "Corn Dog"
Rogue Four –
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] "Friendly Blue"
Rogue Six – Lieutenant [member="Jax Rhane"] "Skyhawk"
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Honus Teach"] "Teacher"
Rogue Eight –
Rogue Nine/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Ava Cartwright"] "Goldilocks"
Rogue Ten –
Rogue Eleven –
Rogue Twelve –

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Corellian Orbit, ~40km away from Imperial/Republic Fleet
Allies in the sky: SJO, Rouges ([member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Jax Rhane"], [member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Rayf Vigil"], [member="Solan Charr"]'s Republic fleet, etc.)
Enemies in the sky: Sith/Imperials ([member="Keira Cerdulan"], [member="Vanessa Vantai"], [member="Solan Charr"]'s NPC Imperial fleet)
Objective: Clash of titans

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"Initiate protocol P1-A." ordered Rick.​

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Pickle Rick began to pull into reverse thrust, slowing down, while the rest of the fleet began to soar ahead. It was almost as if the fleet was abandoning the slower, bulkier vessel. However, Rick's plan would soon become apparent. Under a kilometer away from Pickle Rick, the two interdictor Destroyers began to slow down as well, flanking Pickle Rick to the left and right. A kilometer past them, the two heavy Destroyers decelerated, the right one taking the right of the right interdictor, while the left heavy Destroyer took the left interdictor's left flank. Eventually, a V had formed in Rick's fleet, with the varied corvette and frigate forces in the middle.

"We're too far out for our interdictors to do much yet, unload all starfighters and brace for any mircojump parties." continued Rick.

Indeed, Rick had predicted the scenario. Suddenly, as predicted, nearly a dozen large Imperial craft, including their own dreadnought, appeared in the scene. Shortly afterward, five Sith batttlecruisers, two Destroyers Rick recognized as Silencers, and nearly half a dozen corvettes jumped in as well. The Imperial-Sith now forces outnumbered the Sixth nearly three to one, but Rick still had confidence in his plan.

"Fire the Demolishers at whatever stands in our path, dreadnought or not!" yelled Rick. "All batteries, engage!"

A red targeting beam would briefly light up the hull of an Imperial Star Destroyer before the first of the massive Cerrus-class Demolishers opened fire. At forty kilometers away, it would take seconds for the bolt to hit an enemy. At nearly point-blank, it took barely half a second.

Two more beams locked onto a Sith battlecruiser in the vicinity before also firing point-blank.

Firing all ten beams at a time would leave Pickle Rick exceptionally vulnerable, so Rick ceased fire at three, allowing energy to slowly revert back to secondary armaments and shielding as the Demolishers recharged. Indeed, the brief gap in power caused by the energy consumption of the artillery cannons caused a few turbolaser bolts to smash Pickle Rick's armor. But even as the shielding was raised, something felt off.

The Sith battlecruisers in particular seemed to have some sort of special armament capable of cutting through a large majority of Pickle Rick's shielding and straining its armor. Only the second layer of Pickle Rick's shielding, on a different frequency than the first layer, prevented the Sith battlecruiser from tearing a tank-sized hole in Pickle Rick's command bridge. In the entire decade of his naval career, Rick had never encountered such a unique and lethal weapons system.

Across the fleet, other ships were reporting the same scenario. And without the double-layered shielding that Pickle Rick enjoyed, the Sixth's heavy capital ships were being directly impacted on their hulls. It would likely only be a few minutes before one or both of the interdictors exploded, allowing the enemy to maneuver further.

[Keep Pickle Rick's shielding raised. Captains of Morty, Summer, Jerry, and Beth, disable your shielding and convert the surplus power to armaments and whatever armor possible.]

Despite the increasingly rough situation, the Sixth Fleet still was able to mount a counterattack. All across the Sixth Fleet's pincer formation, Rick's ships were dealing devastating broadsides to the Sith-Imperial forces. Even with a numerical and kilometer advantage, and the Sith's mysterious shield-penetrating cannons, it would be hard for the opposition to escape Rick's claw. It was made even harder as the Sixth's interdictors began to power up, preventing any weakened enemies from escaping destruction. The corvettes in the middle of the pincer provided an endless annoyance, raining fire on the Sith-Imperial fleet while hardly taking damage themselves.

Overall, Rick still had confidence in his plan, even if he was dealing with a much, much bigger fish than anticipated.

Spoiler: Sixth "Flare" Fleet

Pickle Rick - Shielding: 97%, Armor: 90%, Engaging: Saturn O-Variant
Morty - Shielding: Disabled, Armor: 85%, Engaging: Saturn B-Variant
Summer - Shielding: Disabled, Armor: 86%, Engaging: Imperial Destroyers
Megaseed 1-5 - Megaseed 1 and 3 Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: Sith battlecruisers/corvettes

Jerry - Shielding: Disabled, Armor: 79%, Engaging: Sith corvettes - Interdiction Field: ON
Beth - Shielding: Disabled, Armor: 75%, Engaging: Imperial corvettes - Interdiction Field: ON

Evil Rick - Shielding: 85%, Armor: 94%, Engaging: Imperial Destroyers
Evil Morty - Shielding: 91%, Armor: 97%, Engaging: Imperial Destroyers
Meeseek 1-10 - Meeseek 1,3, and 6 Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: TBD
Dimension 1-10 - Dimension 2,8, and 9 Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: TBD

Spoiler: Actions

Sixth Fleet begins closing distance between Imperial Fleet
Pickle Rick aims Cerrus Demolishers at Supremacy, gets ready to fire
Pincer protocol engaged
Combined Imperial + Sith fleet engaged
Pickle Rick diverts targets - Fires on an ISD and twice on a Sith battlecruiser
Interdictors engage interdiction fields
All ships targeted by Saturn battlecruisers except for Pickle Rick disable shielding - Power converted to weapons + bulkheads

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[John Locke]

Location: Space around Corellia

Objective: Support New Republic and Silver Jedi Forces in combat

Fleet Composition:

Spoiler

Hyperion Ascendant

Akula Class Destroyer

Akula Class Destroyer

Alloy Class Star Defender

Alloy Class Star Defender

Chernobog Class Artillery Carrier

Immobilizer 422 Class Interdictor Carrier

Patrol Destroyer

Patrol Destroyer

Patrol Destroyer

Lothal Class Cruiser

Lothal Class Cruiser

Lothal Class Cruiser

Munificent Class Heavy Cruiser

Munificent Class Heavy Cruiser

Munificent Class Heavy Cruiser

Coyote Class Frigate

Coyote Class Frigate

Coyote Class Frigate

Nebel Class Elint Frigate

Nebel Class Elint Frigate

Nebel Class Elint Frigate

The mission to clean up the Corellian sector wasn't a bad one, in fact if he was honest it was something John would happily throw his weigh behind. Literally infact. The man was sitting in his ready room, fingers tapping idly against the table as he saw the lights of Hyperspace rushing by his window casting an eery glow on the dimly lit room. John himself had grown up on Kiribi, but his mother's family had originated from Corellia, and the current state of the planet was...disheartening to say the least. But it had been the case for years, the Corellian sector slowly drifting further and further into chaos, the problem that no-one was in a position to fix...or at least no-one until now.

The New Republic had chosen to dive into that, and John was happy the Silver Jedi had chosen to help them. It felt right, coming around to help the planet that was so much a part of his family's history in the best way he could. The flashing of a message attracted his attention as the man glanced down at the table before standing and making his way towards the door. In this case, the best way he could meant a 10,000m long Dreadnought and a significant fleet.

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There are some events that are awe-inspiring, meant to throw your opponent off guard, and the arrival of the Silver Jedi second fleet was one of those, or at least John had designed the entrance hoping that it would be. The first ship to streak out of hyperspace was the Hyperion Ascendant, the ship, one of the largest in the Galaxy exploded onto the scene in a burst of light. A few seconds after arrival of the Hyperion the rest of the ships of the task force arrived, first the destroyers, jumping into position arrayed around the Hyperion, then the cruisers. squad by squad the taskforce fell into position as their bridges came alive, The call of information and commands echoing around the spaces as the task forces sensors soaked up all the information they could, constructing a blueprint of the battlespace around them as their communications evened out, settling into a solid network based around the Freyja on the Hyperion.

John on the other hand remained almost statuesque as the bridge hummed to life around him until he nodded at his communications officer. "Contact Admiral Solan, let him know that the Silver Jedi's second fleet stands ready to assist him and his allies and get me an update on the battle, we need to know who needs our help or if we're clear to engage the enemy Super Star Destroyer."