"The Blitz" | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Planet of Skor II

[Asmus Janes]

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[SIZE=9pt]Location: en route, Subversion stealth carrier/recon ship[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALLIES: [member="Elliot Locke"] | [member="Naomi Carolina"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Arisa Yune"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ENEMIES: TBD[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Gear: TX-110 and blaster in Sig, Sniper Drone[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Command chooses the track, wingman shuts her [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]cakehole[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]!” Asmus chuckled back over the comm. He switched from Squadron channel to Wing channel, including the Ghost Squadron that was under his command. “Keep tight and pair up, let’s try and keep our numbers concealed.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]One click and he was back to a point to point channel to Naomi. “Put that TR-20 in covert mode for me please and drop into my wake. Should be invisible to enemy sensors until we’re right on the enemy. If a TIE goes for me head on I’ll break and you can open S-foils and engage.” It was an old trick, but still a good one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the small formation of SIS special forces approached Asmus fell silent. This was that moment when he stopped his mind for just a moment. He breathed slowly, pushing anything that wasn’t the immediate battle to the back of his mind. This was his home, his personal space where he could be most comfortable. The ship was an extension of his will.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]His reverie was interrupted by the sudden reversion of an enormous battlecruiser, almost on top of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Sh...break, break!” Asmus called. The formation pulled hard to port as the rest of the Silver fleet appeared. It took him a moment to realise they were identified as friendly vessels. His pulse would take longer to resume its usual cadence. Asmus made a snap decision and hailed the command ship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Silver Fleet, this is Black One. Alliance Special Operations pilot,” he said. That was as much as he could reveal. Their work was highly classified, their identities kept secret even from the rest of the GADF. “We were making our approach on almost the same vector. It makes sense to integrate into your ORBAT. Please confirm designated targets and we’ll work with your squadrons.”[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=9pt]Back to Wing channel only. “...and show them up.”[/SIZE]

 

[Naomi Carolina]

Location: Skorr II - Open Space, near Silvers
Allies: [member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Arisa Yune"]
Enemies: First Order Folks
Ship: TR-20 x-wing

"Don't be surprised if your chrono alarm is set to some mighty fine tunes on wake-up call one morning," she quipped back, finding the banter helped to keep her centered and the jitters away. And was the teen above pranking her commanding officer?

Nope, not at all. Came from growing up in a big family. Had to prove herself first, though. The jokes could come later.

Fingers eased back on the controls at the order. She eased into the 110 x-wing's shadow. Private channel pinged back.

"You got it, bossman."

Dang it.

And she broke. Took her a hot second to get back into the wake of Janes. But she made it. Neck craned at the massive shape outside the canopy. Almost trampled like a skuttle-cavern rat.

A snort left her freckled nose at Asmus' comment. Easier to laugh when a pulse just went to the top of yer throat. Friendly vessel and not a beast waiting to devour them. Not yet.

"Whoever gets the most hits buys the round when we get back," Wilson's voice filtered over the squadron channel. Naomi's laugh was nervous this time. Alcohol tasted like ship fuel to her, those few times she'd snuck some shine. Still wasn't technically legal.

Thought the girl piloting a death machine.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LOCATION: Reepicheep Memorial Park, Metrobig City
OPPONENT: [member="Jaxton Ravos"] and whoever wanders by

Ashin nodded in acknowledgement, even respect, as [member="Irajah Ven"] went off on her solo errand. The moment tempted Ashin to go with Irajah, but she'd gotten the sense that the petite doctor had private matters to resolve.

Besides, Ashin had daubed a drop of her own blood on Irajah's bag en route. A Nightsister blood trail could help Ashin home in and come to her aid if necessary.

All around the Ithorian shuttle, civilian vessels were touching down or lifting off, caught between orbital uncertainty and an escalating situation on the ground. The shuttle's sensors had identified a nearby concentration of Yuuzhan Vong. Ashin locked the shuttle, slung an old Mandalorian sniper rifle over her shoulder, and headed off through the park. She remained undecided about helping random people, at least until she found what she was after: the sight of ten Vong chasing twenty bloody civilians resolved the matter decisively.

Unhurried, she knelt behind a park bench and rested the sniper rifle on the backrest, padded by a torn and discarded article of clothing. The shattergun fired silently, but its hypersonic projectile made plenty of noise in the heartbeat between the muzzle and the nearest Vong. Fifty-calibre durasteel darts punched through a couple of Vong at a time, splintering vonduun skerr kyrric with ease. The shattergun, a notoriously fragile beast, whined and quit after a handful of shots. As the remaining Vong charged her, she set it aside, drew her short sword, and got to work with immense satisfaction. In retribution for Spencer's torture, Ashin had rained hell on academies and critical sites across One Sith territory, but this was her first time killing Vong since that day. It felt just right.

 

[Kriel Firin]

Location: Metrobig
Allies: FO
Enemies: GA
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kaida Taldir"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efs873JEAh8

Talon Ren’s ship landed and he immediately made his way to where he’d been instructed to. Loyalty was paramount in the First Order and the Ren were not above the law in this regard.

Once upon a time they were a clandestine force, operating in the shadows of darkness itself. But of late they’d been instructed to be front-line troops, all pretence of secrecy evaporated — they were tools of the Supreme Leader and they did his bidding in a very visible manner lately.

He heard the fighting before he saw it, the emotions of battle something of a fuel to dark-siders. Pain, suffering, anger and hatred were something to be syphoned for personal use if you knew how.

But Talon Ren had his own personal store — courtesy of his head to toe burns that provided a constant source of pain to tap into. So even the process of walking to the front-line was fuelling his pain and in turn his access to the dark-side.

And as he walked through the streets now littered with corpses, he happened upon an aura that was worthy of closer inspection. Light-sided and strong. He honed in on the source and allowed his cloak to drop to the floor as he walked, his saber hilt already in his hand. Which snapped into life as the Force decreed, his hands moving at the whim of the dark-side to deflect projectiles he could not see but that he knew to be travelling in his direction.

There was no control of the rounds, his actions were reactive and so he focused only on not allowing them to hit him. All bar one pellet impacted off an adjacent building or the ground. One winged his outer thigh and rather than causing anguish, it merely added to the pain he already endured as a part of his daily life. And like the burns, he drew on the fresh pain with delight. It honed his connection to the dark-side and behind his mask, he licked his lips with delight.

“Primitive, yet effective,” he said, his voice cold and impersonal through the helmet’s vocaliser. “But hardly becoming of a Jedi. And attacking first? What would your Code say about that?”

 

[Elmont Block]

Location: Metrobig West, epicentre of destruction cause by Yuuzhan Vong
Allies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

Elmont found the Squibs somewhat uncomfortable to be around. He was oddly supportive of the underdog — to much so his Jedi tutors used to say — but he found these sentients annoying in their ways. They weren’t so much the weak in need of saving as much as as overgrown teddy-bears that appeared to wallow in their cuteness.

But he was at least dutiful and so went along with the plan for now, hoping to ditch the Aquibs as soon as possible and do something more useful, in his opinion.

“Jawa, Ewok, Squib,” Elmont muttered. “Hmmm.” It was clear he had an opinion on the subject but was clearly not about to share it with them. At least not now.

Elmont gave Choli a semblance of a bow. “Good to meet you,” he said, wresting his hand from the Squib who was clearly trying to mate with it, or potentially worse.

“Jedi business,” he said to the Squib, “No offence.” His tone was curt but not actually rude, so hopefully he got away with it as he showed full attention to Trextan, hoping the Squib would do the same.

Fighting was never something to be hoped for, not for a Jedi at least, but it was preferable to having a Squib make love to your hand.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Location: Matthias Avenue, Metrobig City
Opponent: [member="Ashin Karrde"], Vong, whoever else pops up

As Jaxton followed his supernatural nose he felt a warning in his gut. It said move left. The Zeltron darted, and evaded the spray of a Amphistaff's venom. A trio of Yuuzhan Vong warriors armed with amphistaff and covered in Vondunn Skerr Kyrric had emerged from the alleyways of Metrobig City. Jaxton wondered whether or not they saw his lightsaber or his retrosaber. The White Current usually made it look like a simple saber, and could even fool the sensors of ships and droids, but Vong were another breed. Ultimately it did not matter. Jaxton put his thumb on the momentary switch and held it there, letting the cerulean blade extend into the open. It warned the Vong to it's danger with a snap-hiss followed by a gentle hum.

Unafraid and uniformed they charged at him, two using their snakes as clubs while the other hung back and readied hers as a whip. They came with an overhead strike, to which Jaxton batted from the side. It sliced through the snakes and their armor behind it cleanly. Where once there were two Vong now only pieces remained. The third charged even after seeing her companions fall. The Vong were a culture that glorified death and pain. Jaxton Ravos would give the Vong her demand.

With three Vong dead Jaxton put his thumb to the side, and his retrosaber retracted. Continuing onward he spotted around a couple dozen Squib chased by the Yuuzhan Vong. He went to get between them but found one fell to the ground, with a rather large hole formed in both sides of his body. Another fell, a third, a fourth yet there was no noise made. A shattergun if Jaxton was a betting man, the slugthrower to end all slugthrowers. In any case it seemed the weapon was no long in use, as the Vong stopped falling. Jaxton ignited his saber once again and leapt into the fray, slicing at Vong left and right; Ashin Karrde cut through Vong on the other side with similar ease. He hadn't seen her just yet, and he likely hadn't seen her in the mess, but he could feel the energy of another powerful force user. A presence that felt more and more familiar every step. Ashin was probably having similar feelings, perhaps even made him out.

In any case, the two would find one another very, very soon.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Skor II
Objective: Engage the main First Order battlefleet
Allies: [member="Zark"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Sieb Tevv"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Rach Vizla"]
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Samuel Jones"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Engaging: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Charlotte Reed"]
Music: Wheeling Corby (Radiant Dawn)

"The First Order has a message for the Alliance, for us in particular" the communications officer reported.

"Forces of the Galactic Alliance," Rausgeber began, "Today is a day that will lie as a turning point in your treachery." Rausgeber proudly proclaimed, "Your lies, your aggression and your sickening devotion to the Jedi can no longer save you."

"Jam that channel" Carmen ordered.

What the FOSB didn't know about Cathul's career as a therapist is that it ended before she even entered naval service in the first place, much less fight the First Order main battle fleets at the head of one of the Alliance's major commands. While the FOSB suspected since Kaeshana that Cathul was a horrible therapist, which in fact, she was, they didn't know about the whole malpractice deal that led her to give up on therapy, Understandably the FOSB focused on how Cathul fought naval engagements, but that might be because of what the end users of that information are using it for. And yet Cathul's plan was to provoke and get the enemy to advance upon Therapy Command and then have the other Alliance fleets on them on the sides or from behind. Now that the First Order has been provoked, but also it was becoming obvious that the targeting solutions were becoming troublesome against the enemy assault ships. At the same time, the main enemy battlefleet made their moves to advance to within long-range... but didn't quite arrive within range yet. Which gave Cathul some time to spot enemy weaknesses on some ships using Force-sight, which she used much like a Force-ELINT: apparently they were bewildered by the Lothals on Asmeru, so they built artillery ships in an attempt to counter it.

"Atmospheric interference with our targeting solutions are making these targeting solutions go to feth against the enemy assault ships" the chief gunnery officer reported back to the CIC.

"All squadrons, protect the fleet: there is no opening for attack craft just yet: all units, advance towards the enemy battlefleet"

"The enemy fleet appears to be moving into position to engage us, admiral" the sensor technician dryly reported. "Oh and Yune is fighting Isianthar at the back, out of our own range"

"Admirals Tevv, Zark, time to move into position to flank the enemy battlefleets: since they refused to retreat, it's now open season to fire. Priority targets: the eight Star Destroyers the enemy brought in tow" she told [member="Sieb Tevv"] and [member="Zark"] over the encrypted command channel.

Therapy Command made a slow move (but faster than the enemy Resurgent could make theirs, at any rate) where they had to reconfigure targeting solutions in the face of this new set of enemy ships, whereby the monitors had to angle themselves to be as small a target as possible, and, because the plan was for the enemy battle fleet to come under fire from all directions, Cathul would have to decide who to aim for and fast. She would need to determine quickly and decisively which ship would be under fire from what, knowing that these engagements would require some care from that end. But it was too early to target anything but those vulnerable ships they called artillery frigates or missile cruisers. Or maybe the enemy flagship, but Arisa saw to that as well. In the former case, their horrible point-defense would be their weak spot, in the latter case, it was their slow speed: even a Tector-X or a Mateus could overtake them. And yet, a battlefleet in the early stages of battle moved only as fast as the slowest ship; here these were her three destroyers.

"We're within long-range position of the enemy battlefleet" Tanith announced.

"Lothal, Aleen, fire one MIRV each on the artillery frigates; Tector, Lothal, fire long-range batteries at the Bombardier, Bajulator, Aleen, fire long-range batteries at the Devastator!" she ordered the other units in tow.

"Hypervelocity cannons, fire on the Malice; missile batteries, fire 10 long-range missiles each at the Bombardier and the Devastator!" Carmen ordered the gunners on the ship.

"Frigates, monitors, fire all long-ranged weapons on the Malice!"

Oh, of course, the MIRVs would fly a good distance before de-cloaking and then unleashing its payload of seven concussion missiles on each target while at point-blank range, so there were two MIRVs fired at each of the Halberds under cloak. Meanwhile, the Bombardier and the Devastator would both have three 380mm hypervelocity cannon rounds, ten long-range assault concussion missiles, and a total of 21 heavy long-range turbolaser bolts, 9 heavy long-ranged ion cannon shots as well as three Ziost bolts fired at them, for a total volume of fire worth over a thousand turbolasers' worth of long-range weapons fired on each enemy missile cruiser. That is, after the Tector-Xs would position themselves so that the assigned missile cruisers would be able to be fired at with the dorsal batteries pointing forward. The end result would be that the frigates, the monitors and the carrier would deliver a rather limited amount of fire on the massive target they called the Malice, which was only about half of the volume of fire one of the missile cruiser would have directed at it. Not much but if she could kill or at least cause serious damage to the missile cruisers before the main battle lines clash, and then she could launch bombing runs on enemy destroyers' command towers.

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Tector (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Bajulator (Tector-X-class Star Destroyer) Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class artillery cruiser): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Harrower (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Lictor (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Latrines (Duquesne-class heavy frigate): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Moenia (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Otoh Sancture (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Spinnaker (Nebulon B7): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Mustafar (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Asmeru (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%
ANS Barkesh (Mustafar-class monitor): Shields: 100% | Hull: 100%

Attack craft:

216 T-70 X-Wings
50 D-Wings
30 BTL-S8 K-Wings

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Fired MIRVs at the artillery frigates
• Fired a poodoo-load of long-range weapons at the missile cruisers
• Fired remaining long-range weapons at the Malice

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Location: City
Allies: GA
Enemies: FO
Worthy Opponent: [member="Kriel Firin"]


Light Side, Dark Side, these were semantics to Kaida. To Eldorai, the Force was Sciia. It was the inner flame the gifted among could tap into. Few of them became Jedi or Sith because the beliefs of either Force cult clashed so strongly with theirs.


Thus the concept of falling to the Dark Side did not exist in their theology. Same applied to the pacifist philosophies some Jedi subscribed to. If one were to examine Kaida's Force aura, one would find that it was not light side. She was a soldier of her people, plain and simple. And she had plenty of reason to spill the blood of First Order minions.


In a flash, the revolver in her hand was back in the holster and replaced by her sabre hilt. It flared to life, producing a burning yellow blade. Instead of engaging her, the Ren talked. Kaida knew from experience that Sith were fond of what they called Dun Möch. It only worked on the weak-minded who lacked the clarity and conviction to see their cause through.


It gave her time. Time to channel the Force, drawing power from the moisture in the air, and unleashing it. As the temperature dropped rapidly and the air cooled around them, she drew energy from the biting cold and stretched out with her ethereal power, targeting his lungs.


Specifically, she sought to flood them with a hideous amount of fluid. Nothing like feeling you were drowning on land, with fluid being forced into your lungs and messing up your ability to breathe. The Seraph obviously did not expect to knock her opponent out of the game that easily, for his dark aura was potent, but it should be most painful. Her blade and shield were ready.


"Nie jestem Yedai," [I am no Jedi], she spoke icily in Eldarai, in a tone as chilly as a blizzard.

 

[Relit Vandal]

LOCATION: Metrobig Blastport
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, The Force, a Squib with no name, Vaethttp://starwarsrp.net/user/9255-vaet/http://starwarsrp.net/user/9255-vaet/
ENEMIES: First Order, [member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Audrey Saint George"]
GEAR: Scattergun, KD-Dissauder, Lightsaber, Blade, Portable bow and arrow, a pouch of seeds
OBJECTIVE: Saving the innocent

He pressed the button. He pressed it again. Where the door was supposed to slide open, with a sign above that indicated security offices, there was no response. Clamping his fingers down on the edge, he pressed hard and urged the object open. With some effort, it gave in with a dusty a groan. Before him, a small desk led into a hallway. Further in, security surveillance. He was guided by the flickering emergency lights. Evidently the doors did not reside on the same power system. Though in the interior, everything was archaic with swinging hinges and knobs for opening.

As he entered the surveillance room, there was not a single light except for the dim expression of red against a large wall. Swallowing what fear he had of the darkness, he stepped forward and felt the wall. It wasn't exactly duracrete or material of that sort. Instead, it felt glossy and particularly hard. As his hand neared the red light, he felt a switch. Pressing it, the screens cut on to show revolving surveillance around the blastport. The Squib perked up, looking over Relit's shoulder, as his eyes scanned the various screens.

::GOOD DAY COMMANDER, IT HAS BEEN ERROR DAYS SINCE WE LAST TALKED!::

Relit looked up, confused, as he watched the screens. "I'm not in charge here."

::OF COURSE YOU ARE. YOU PRESSED THE RED BUTTON!::

Relit looked up towards the screens, each rotating with numbers assigned. If he was in charge, he might as well make use of it. "What is on screen 17?"

::WHY THAT IS THE LOCAL DOUGHNUT SHOP, YOUR FAVORITE.::

"Ah, I should have known..." Then his eye caught something. A ship flying into the blastport. He piped up. "Screen 27, zoom in. Can you register the appearance of that ship to determine if it's in your leger"

::WHY OF COURSE I CAN. ONE MOMENT, COMMANDER!::

He waited patiently for the computer to return the prompt. Stepping closer to the screen, he watched to find any defining characteristics of the ship. He was far too removed from the naval components of the Galactic Alliance to tell friend from foe. But he assumed the blastport, despite defunct in this current time frame, would still have access to the Galactic Alliance and Skor registry.

::NO SHIP OF THAT CHARACTERISTIC HAS EVER LANDED IN THIS BLASTPORT::

"What about the Galactic Alliance? Is there any ship registered to the fleet?"

::I DON'T KNOW!::

"Alright, let me talk through the intercom systems and fire up display of what defenses we have."

A microphone ejected from the center console. The screen lit up and showed the various defense. Drones: 0. Turrets: 0. Defensive Emplacements: 0. Relit shook his head and leaned forward towards the microphone. Depressing the switch, he spoke with an air of authority.

::This is Jedi Master Relit Vandal. You have landed your vessel in an insecure facility. The Metrobig Blastport is currently overrun with Vong. I urge you to find another location for landing. Please indicate whether you are Galactic Alliance or First Order. The facility is armed and prepared for defense.::

He lied, of course, but it was one of those types that seemed more valuable than naught. "Computer, please turn up the reception volume for screen 27."

::YES COMMANDER!::

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Central Plaza
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"], [member="Jacques"], The First Order.
Hostiles: The Galactic Republic.

His gaze narrowed as he listened to Castor's feedback, not entirely unexpected towards Brennan's still yet to be tempered approach, arguably too eager to make his mark, he turned back without so much of a word and moved through the corridor to where he had put down the two locals to the World of Skor II. He had set the pace for himself now, one that would see him ever on the backfoot for this mission, yet it too would serve to keep him on his toes.

His methods of dispersing of the mess would take some time, seeking out first a good place for which to drag the two bodies, the alley lined with trash containers, none of which were large enough to hold compactors of their own yet provided a good thick steel and a lid to give some little cover. Hoisting the fallen up into these large metal bins proved frustrating as he was far more lean than he was muscled, yet he persevared and by the time he had done so, would have earned himself some distance for which he'd need to account for to reunite with the others. The hiding place for these bodies however wouldn't do well enough for him and drawing his left hand to the back of his belt, he removed two cylinder objects, Incendiaries soon to be parted from their pins and dropped into the container leaving the roof to close as Brennan took his first steps swiftly, slowing into a walk.

From inside the metal crates came a rapid series of sparks and the ignition of a furious heat, the cover caving in on the rest of the crate as the two grenades consumed near everything but the metal that was inside. Compared to most explosives the eruption was fairly restrained, designed to spread the tongues of flame rather than give life through explosive ordinance, those within the area while possibly alerted to the smoke and the light, would hear little unless being within close proximity to the alley itself.

"Enroute..." Brennan finally responded to Castor, better late than never. The figure taking flight into the concealment of the area in his attempt to make up for the lost time.

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

LOCATION: Metrobig City
ALLIES: Galactic Alliance, [member="Aeron Kreelan"], [member="Saul Perth"]
ENEMIES: First Order,[member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Mishel Ren"], [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
GEAR: Armor, Gun, Lightsaber x 2, Another Gun, Cloak, Ring of Thermal Detonators
OBJECTIVE: Saving some squib, engaging an old enemy
THEME: Tidvattan Part 1.

Darron picked up the communications and smiled.

::That's a good copy, Lieutenant Saul Perth. We will rendezvous for drop off and pick up.::

He looked back towards the small crowd in the back and perked up. "Don't worry, Darron's gonna take care of ya'll. Just a few minutes and we'll be boarding with the ANS Dauntless. Get ya to safety." He looked back towards the space in front of the vessel and showed a face of determination. "And get me back into the fight."

~~~

He knelt on the roof of the three story building, having quickly run up the stairs to prevent expression of the force. He knew, for the moment, that he was by and large outgunned. He could sense at least two other darksiders near him, maybe three, which didn't include Carnifex. Even with a renewed sense of vigor and desire to protect the people of Skor, those were odds even he couldn't overcome. Not alone.

He had decided to keep radio silence for fear of being picked up by nearby radio systems, likely built for interception. Instead, he knelt by the roof and held his finger out. Along the edge, the queen landed, with thorax wide and enlarged. She was a new queen, a virgin, when he had first spoken to her. And now, she stood a maiden no longer, having taken to quick flight before returning to the hive. He smiled beneath the cloak of his hood, almost entirely obscured by its properties.

You have done well for yourself.

The connection between animal and man often mirrored that of inner hierarchy, when pressed with the right forces. For her, he was perhaps just another bee, that had sent signal for swarm. But now, he was coated in a sense of anxiety. Not out of fear for this fight that would soon come, but out of worry for what that fight would do. Entire cities had suffered in their interaction, he wasn't sure this would be any different.

Setting her down on ledge of the roof, she took flight once more, as Gabe headed in a direction that was away from Kaines current position. While his physical presence was hidden, he kept his signature quiet no longer, as his words carried through the empty air.

"Bold words, for a man beneath the banner of the First Order! Color me shocked, that they would employ a tyrant of your proclivities." He was, of course, referring to the numerous crimes for which Kaine had committed - the sort that failed to bend to any form of ethics or morals. If the First Order and the Ren were so intent on separating themselves from the Sith and from the tyranny of Sith Rule, then why did they follow the epitome of such regime into open warfare. As the comment spoke harshly from his lips, he jumped from the building to the street below. Steps, the sound thereof, would be the only herald of his arrival.

And a slug would carry on the wind. Once more, he fired from a slit beneath the cloak, aiming directly towards the hulking figure. Even at that distance, lone gunfighters meeting in the dusty streets, his force presence would propel the bullet at the speed of verpine shatter rounds.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: MetroBig City
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] - [member="Mishel Ren"] - [member="Kaalia Voldaren"]
Enemy: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

[SIZE=11pt]Sam gave a nod of encouragement at Kaalia’s words but otherwise remained silent, taking a slow march towards their enemy as the Sith Lord blazed past them. “Our friend is eager, let’s not keep him waiting, shall we?” She gestured forwards with her head to tell Mishel and Kaalia to move onwards, she’d guard the rear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]As she approached, the sounds of battle and death were already in full swing. Carnifex acts swiftly and brutally, she noted. Screams, primal shouts, blaster fire, the crackles and hums of Lightsabers broke through the air. Still her pace remained steady, weapon still sheathed at her belt. Samka approached the unfolding battle almost casually.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She could see now that the Vong had made camp between two large Squib structures, apparently safe behind a wall. A wall which now had a Carnifex shaped hole in it, allowing their forces to move through. Samka waited until one of the Sith Knights had disappeared through the gap before extending both palms outwards and calling upon the Force. The wall, already weakened, began to crumble into slabs of cracked stone and levitated in place for a moment. Samka picked out her targets, a small group of three or so Vong scrambling to engage her allies, and threw the collection of solid stone and dust at them. Instant death for one, he was hit squarely in the head, another impaled through the rips on a jagged tip, he fell to the floor, bleeding out and panting heavily. The final one was struck on the shoulder and the shin. He too fell to the ground but only with fractures to his bones than anything life threatening. She could fix that. As Samka raised her hand, one of the stone fragments began to rise once more, stopping around 3 meters in the air and then being brought crashing back down upon the Vong soldier’s head, crushing his skull with a sickening splat. The Yuuzhan Vong may be immune to the Force but to Samka, there was something immensely satisfying about still using the Force to destroy them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Most of the work had already been done before she arrived. It seemed this group of Vong were small and caught unprepared. Sam walked up to a presence she identified as Mishel Ren, taking care to bury her heel into the neck of a burnt Vong as she did so.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“How do you feel?” It was more than a simple after battle health check. Things had been different since Monastery. Since those [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]healers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] in the Order of the Sacred Lotus got their hands on Mishel. They stripped the young woman of her power, replacing it with a feeble connection with the Light. Hopefully today, she could be remade once more in battle. And maybe Sam would get the girl she knew back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She noted Carnifex had began to move further into MetroBig City, leaving a trail of brutalised Vong in his wake, as Sam attended to Mishel. She approved, they had to act swiftly but as Sam made to follow she noticed the Sith Lord pause. He spoke of someone hiding.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Immediately, Samka halted and bent to one knee with an arm gesture for the others to freeze what they were doing as well. She wasn’t in the open road like Darth Carnifex but still in an alleyway to the side. Potentially, she and the others could be hidden from view, their presence in the Force masked by the Yuuzhan Vong and the overwhelming darkness of Darth Carnifex. “Steel yourselves,” Sam ordered in a hushed tone, “Lord Carnifex would make a most tantalising bait for a foolhardy Jedi. Let him draw them to us, let them think our numbers are smaller, then we make our move.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Her mask concealed a smirk as someone indeed had leaped down beside the Sith Lord and fired a shot. A lone speck of the Light Side of the Force among the Darkness of the Sith and Ren. Force Cloaking technology appeared to be in play as the shot was fired seemingly from thin air but they wouldn't be able to stay concealed for long [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]"Move to flanking positions," [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]she ordered. There was no doubt in her mind that with or without her aid, the Arch-King of the Reach would be just fine, but it never hurt to press an advantage.[/SIZE]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

​

Task Force Moridena

"What's going on with that cluster of ships?" Sieb indicated a group on the tac screen.

The Mandalorians hacking of First Order communications provided a wealth of data. The only problem now was to sort through all the transmissions for the important bits.

"Battlegroup Imperator commanded by [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]."

"Are those fighters they are deploying?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are they doing?"

"The transmissions are a little hard to sort out, Admiral, but it appears they are trying to get rid of buzz droids fired by our Silver allies."

Tevv pointed at another section of the tac screen, where the Silver fleet sat. "Ah yes, under [member="Arisa Yune"] was it? Yes, yes. Quite resourceful. Well then, what are those ships?"

"Task Group Swift Sword under the control of one [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]."

"Hm. They haven't moved much."

"No, sir."

"And those?" He indicated the third group of First Order vessels that had emerged from hyperspace directly behind the Silver Jedi ships.

"Battlegroup Grievous led by [member="Thalera Isianthar"]."

"Hm. I guess ISIS has been busy collecting all this information, eh?"

"That's why they exist, sir."

"Ok. Let's get into the fray, gentlebeings."

Battlegroup Imperator seemed to be causing the most issues. Arisa Yune could deal with the Grievous group, but Task Force Moridena was currently poised to thrust home into Imperator's flank thanks to [member="Cathul Thuku"]'s movements.

"Have our squadrons form a screen. Full speed ahead."

"Aye aye, sir, full speed ahead."

The guns began to thunder and space erupted before Sieb's eyes in a blinding array of colors. Bolts of plasma in every shade and size poured forth, painting the black canvas of the void with a dizzying splash of destructive force.

Tevv stood before the tac display, hands clasped behind his back, observing while his junior officers handled the busy work. He tried not to micro manage, not that it made standing there idly any more comfortable. He had confidence in each and every captain under his command.

Well, almost all of them. That Kissan on Karfeddion's Tears was a bit of a wildcard. Still. Good beings, very capable.

Anxiety still rolled in Sieb's stomach as he watched the battle unfold.

There went Captain Panb on the Blood of Mustafar, a fellow Sullustan, but a new ship. Untested. Sieb shifted his weight as the Dreadnought-class deployed its orbalisk-class boarding shuttles, and sent them toward the flagship of the First Order. Nasty things, those, capable of latching onto any part of the hull after bypassing shields and cutting a hole in the bulkhead.

Looked like Krayt and Asharl squadrons were flying cover for the shuttles. Good, good.

"CAG, let's have Troll squadron try and dampen this [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]'s day, yes?"

"You got it, Admiral," replied the CAG, a grizzled Besalisk with a wealthy endowment in the belly department.

Troll Squadron soon blipped forth on the tac screen. Six K-wings capable of fearsome devastation, on a sortie to blast Rausgeber's bridge to oblivion. Paired with them were To Vhins, whose sole purpose was essentially to blind the enemies sensors with a state-of-the-art electronic warfare suite. If all went as planned, the imperials wouldn't see the K-wings coming until it was too late.

Sieb grinned, rubbing an earlobe between forefinger and thumb while he watched things play out.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: Metrobig City- en route to the King's last known location.
Allies: [member="Castor Ren"] (immediate), [member="Brennan Cabrol"] (lagging behind)
Enemies: [member="Trextan Voidstalker"], the Squib King

He saw the Knight before he heard his voice. The imposing armor and mask of the Ren was a sight few ever got to witness, even among the First Order. He knew of them only by reputation, and even then, only from a story that had passed hands into obscurity. Some of them swore up and down that the Knights were Vader incarnate, men entombed in metal with the Force to empower the will of the Supreme Leader. Other stories spoke of monsters, subhumans enthralled to the will of the First Order itself.

What 0772 saw and heard in that instant absolved all thoughts of folklore. Instead of a formal bow or salute, the heavily conditioned First Order sanctioned Force Adept simply watched Castor through ruby red eyes.

He listened half-heartedly as the senior Knight chastised the Disciple through their mental link, and his gaze moved across the plaza toward where Brennan could be felt, though some distance away. 0772 took no pleasure in the misfortune of comrades, even if they brought it upon themselves. Discipline was necessary. That was all.

Once the other subordinate confirmed he was en route, the pale skinned youth fell into step behind the senior knight. They were quickly approaching where the Squib king should have been. When Brennan finally caught up, he could close the link between them and concentrate fully on their task.

For now, he appeared to have no strategic value beyond his the communication trick. It fell to their group leader to decide what 0772's role would ultimately be. "No targets in range. Yet." he spoke aloud, calmly.

 

[Samuel Jones]

Allies: FO, [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | @Cyrus Tregessar | @thalera isianthar
enemies: [member="Sieb Tevv"] | [member="Rach Vizla"] | @Cathul Thuku | @Arisa Yune
engaging: [member="Sieb Tevv"]
Above Skor II aboard the FIV Maelstrom.

​"KARK. get our ships out of their range now!"

​this was in response to another alliance fleet entering the system right behind Admiral Rausgeber ships, and Samuel's. but that's not his problem. or at lest it won't be.

​"sir orders from the Admiral, move to intercept GA task force Moridena and Admiral Sieb Tevv" ​the comms officer blared.

​"he wants me to do what?! that's suisid...ok." ​he walked over to the comms and opened a direct laser channel to the rest of picket fleet as to avoid ease-dropping. ​" captains, this is commander Samuel Jones, orders just came in from the admiral. he needs more time, so that's what we're going to give him. so if we die we die for the Order, so we have a mission to complete, so All engines to full, Plasma-Caster, Lightning, Winters-Wrath, and Reckless fall in line on my aft so the Daggers edge and The Stars-Fire can line up on our ports side and use us as shields allowing them to possibly flank the enemy. so here we go, Daggers edge and Stars-Fire hold fire until you flank or we are destroyed. the rest of us right before we enter range of their guns double shields to starboard side and all starboard guns full power, fire as many beryllium missiles as possible targeting command bridges and weapon. Hail Seiger!."

​he closed the comms line, he felt trapped but also free. like he finally had something to died for but in the same instance he didn't want to died, he wanted to live to see future victories for the Order and the collapse of the GA. but as he saw it now, the chips can fall where they may, but he had a job to do and he would buy the Admiral as much time as possible. but he had to do one last thing first.

​"All unnecessary staff report to designated evacuation area's and await further orders.

​he figured id be best to spare all souls that didn't need to die, scientists and the likes.

Fleet

Spoiler

Picket Fleet Delta comp.​

FIV Maelstrom( Flag ship) | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 190%(starboard side)10%, Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Plasma-Caster | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 190%(starboard side)10% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Lightning | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 190%(starboard side) 10%, Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Winters-Wrath | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 190%(starboard side)10% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Reckless | model: Fontan II class heavy corvette | shields: 190%(starboard side)10% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.

FIV Daggers edge | Charger-class escort corvette | shields: 100% , Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.
FIV Star's-Fire | Charger-class escort corvette | shields: 100%, Hull: 100%. Firing at: none.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | The First Order
Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | The Galactic Alliance, The Silver Jedi, and their allies

Sensor boards lit up like Life Day trees as another fleet entered from behind them. Alarm klaxons rang out as the ship was targeted by the enemy fleet, and Charlotte issued the order in time with [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]'s own command to the fleet: "Evasive maneuvers!" she called to the bridge crew. "Shields up at maximum!" This commands were slightly ill-timed; the Maul suffered some damage to its engines as the first missiles struck. The ship lurched as it took evasive action, and the combination of the evasion and the shields finally coming online mitigated some of the attack.

"Commander Reed," called the senior engineer. "Engine capacity down to seventy!"

"Don't panic," Charlotte said, with a calmness that she didn't quite feel. In her mind, she was reliving her days in the academy, searching through her memory banks to find what standard policy was in this scenario. It clicked a moment later. "Keep our shields up. Engineer Solomon, see what you can do about our engines."

"Shall we return fire?" demanded the weapons officer.

Charlotte examined the command table for a few moments, then turned to the weapons command station. "No -- I can see our friends are backing us up. Get me firing solutions on those Lothal-class artillery ships. Fire as soon as we get in range." She reached up and adjusted her cap, tucking some sandy brown hair behind her ear to clear her vision. "Get those targeting solutions onscreen, people!"

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

Airspace over Skor II, joint starfighter contingent​

The jet screams of TIE/FOs as they spewed from the innards of Rausgeber's fleet drowned even the sound of Turbolaser fire from the vaccum of space. While much less powerful in scope, the fighter engines boasted speeds at sublight that the more massive ships simply could not contend. They proved to be the most integral part of most First Order fleet operations- the bulk of their TIE fighter corps had extensive training, and could match the most seasoned pilots from across the galaxy.

So as they ripped through space and flooded the Lagrangian point between the First Order forces and Alliance sympathizers, a haze of fire linked green light preceded them. It fell to them to carve a swath through the enemy line for Admiral Rausgerber and his allies to capitalize on.

"This is Talon Actual," Daggett spoke into the comm device imbeded in his helmet. The oxygen flooded him and he felt his head go light. His Interceptor broke from a high speed aileron roll and dipped toward the FIV Bold. "Talon Squadron will take care of your buzz droid problem, Admiral."

The fastest fighters at their command swept close to the fleet and strafed low, firing pinpoint shots to send the mechanical menaces winging toward the scrap heap below. After the twelve fighters finished their quick sweep, they pulled high to rejoin the full wing of TIEs above. "I'll have Jaeger squadron keep an eye out for any more of those missiles. Sykes, you're on cleanup for the Admiral, make sure there are no more surprises."

"Yes, sir!" Twelve fighters broke from the massive formation to circle Rausgeber's larger ships in a defensive perimeter, offering a much more concentrated defense than any shield.

Talon squadron conjoined with Inferno in the midst of hellish warfare. The Alliance Task Force ships ([member="Cathul Thuku"] ) drew the full brunt of their ire as twelve TIEs strafed the dorsal hull of the Hero of Coruscant to suppress and harass. Several of the more seasoned pilots prioritized the comms arrays and bridge, to severely hamper communications and targeting systems.

They rolled out quickly to avoid point defense turrets after they sprayed the carrier with immense heat. If nothing else, it would help to weaken the shields for the Admiral's efforts.

Tector and Bajulator were subject to similar harassment, each ship allotted 16 of its own personal TIE/FO scourge. Between these three contingents, Talon Squadron provisioned four, four, and eight interceptors, respectively.

Daggett himself would oversee the attack on the enemy carrier.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

LOCATION: GADF Componund at Metrocity

Allies: [member="Saul Perth"] [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

“What word do we have on the First Order responding to KingAdegabaydee’s request?” Aeron Kreelan, Prex of Omega Pyre, bore down her oceanic gaze upon the wide holoarray of the Skor II system. The entire compound was in an uproar. The Alliance had come here to provide humanitarian aid and relief against the Yuuzang Vong and Graug in the wake of the Dark Force entities attack. While they were successful while working along with King Adegabaydee and the rest of the community leaders.

“Prex, we have intercepted the following message sent through open comm from the First Order fleet. It's delayed but…”

Tula, a Rutian Twi’lek security comm officer spoke up to Aeron’s right, her lekku lightly quivering in mild distress.

“Patch it through.”

The audio recording would crackle to life, playing for the small group of Squib and Alliance personnel around the holo array.

[ Forces of the Galactic Alliance, today is a day that will lie as a turning point in your treachery. Your lies, your aggression and your sickening devotion to the Jedi can no longer save you. As it sits, We have won two major victories against you, and no matter what you do. No matter what happens, we will continue to reign over you. For we are the First Order, and we are champions! Hail Sieger! And you will not defy us! ]

It ended with a distinct clink, leaving raised brows and an annoyed Aeron.

“Well he doesn't mince words.” The Prex was still seething over the beach bum who had acted as if he'd taken some locoweed and dived off the edge. What's worse was the call to pull back forces from Barkhesh after.

“We already have reports of First Order drop ships around the city. The extent is still being discern. We are in open communication with the Oohabah warren with their scouts as well as other Alliance and Squib elements around the city.” Ben Charr, a Fondorian General with Omega Pyre informed.

Aeron thinned her lips.

“We have an update from Darron Ectares of Expedition Two. We have Jedi Marshal [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] engaging First Order Forces and they need aid in extracting civilians. Lieutenant [member="Saul Perth"] has confirmed moving in for the first wave of extractions.”

“Yeah but those First Order forces not the remnants of the Vong will make that easy. “ Aeron clipped back.

“I'll take Omega Pyre reinforcements for back up to the site.” She told them, a glance to Lieutenant Dars sending the Omega Pyre Spec ops Marine forward to gather the forces. The coordinates were not far off and would take them not but a few minutes by air.

“In the meantime I want updates from our boys in orbit and the city. We need to know what we are dealing with.”

The following message was sent to Darron.

[ This is Alliance headquarters. We are sending reinforcements with Prex Aeron Kreelan. Standby.]

Bodies moved with urgency thereafter. One Squib by the name of Screebee suddenly gave an excited shout.

“THE BIG RED BUTTON WAS HIT AT THE BLASTPORT!” He cried, his ears twitching in excitement, the announcement infectious in energy as it spread to the rest of the Squibs.

“The what?”

“Big Red Button! Commander must be there! Koovy! We can talk and coordinate now.”

“Okay… let's patch a message through.”

With an over eager nod, Screebee’s hands flew over the salvaged comm system that would connect them to the remains of Metrobig Blastport and one [member="Relit Vandal"] through encrypted feed.

[ This is Very good Screebee connecting to Fizz Cap Commander. We with Alliance and are happy to see you press big red button. What is commanders status?]

At the same time other similar messages were patched through:

[ This is Commander Veep from Alliance Command. What is your sitrep?]

This was sent to Vice Admiral [member="Sieb Tevv"] with Task Moridena, to the Justicar [member="Trextan Voidstalker"] of the King’s Guard, and to the Jedi Master [member="Nicolas Thorne"]. [member="Raph Thule"] was slotted to have an update requested when the shocking feed came in on the status of Metro Big Platform. It didn't take long to connect the Nav Points. The Feed revealed the use of a gas that had also been seen on Mustafar. It was a deadly biochemical gas.

“We need to send them some sort of aid!” One officer cried.

“Who else is there or nearby for medical help?”

“I'll patch through a message to see who else is out there.” [member="Bryce Bantam"], [member="Laira Vereen"][member="Keric Dynt"], @zark.

 

[Ria Misrani]

​

Location: Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport
Allies: [member="Audrey Saint George"] | The 103rd "Blood Banthas"
Enemies: [member="Gabriel [/FONT][/SIZE][FONT=verdana][SIZE=14px]Sionoma"] (?)
Objective: Keep the doctor and her team safe.

Ranulph could only so grateful for having buckled up as prescribed by the good doctor. In a sudden move, the vessel jerked and jaunted - banked before he had a chance to really react. He was also grateful to have gone through the stomach-churning zero gee, training. "Lieutenant..." Dmitri began, and Ranulph could only issue one single order. Even if he swore this was the reason why he'd never make a good navy man. His apologies to his ancestor Wilhuff Tarkin would have to be made with some great sacrifice to the legend, when this was all over, he was sure.

"Keep it in, private. Keep it in, remember your training." Ranulph extended an arm out and placed it on the young man's shoulder. When the pilot spoke over the ship's communication system. He sighed and then proceeded to unbuckle himself, he crossed the room and found himself standing beside Dr. Saint George looking out the viewport as Metrobig came into view. "By the stars..." His voice trailed off into a mechanical tone thanks to the helmet he wore, "it looks about as bad as Dosuun after the Ssi-Ruuk were done with it." The officer turned to look over his shoulder, "Strovenko, Dmitri head down to the day room and let Viramontes know to prep for our departure."

Both young men saluted the lieutenant and turned on their feet heading out of the room. "I wasn't even there during the initial attack," he explained not knowing whether or not the doctor would hear his tale. "I was on Skye with Amsel and Greenslade, bloody bastards stormed through the skies and tore through the villages and towns." Ranulph looked at Metrobig and all he could think of was Skye, of Dosuun - Avalonia and Virgillia. "Yuuzhan Vong are no different from the scales, if not worse." The man balled his hands into a fist and then the captain came on the comms. And hidden beneath the enigmatic helmet of his, was his sarcasm. Ranulph rolled his eyes. "No, it's a bloody walk through the Imperial Plaza with fountains and businessmen both having a piss, of course, it's a combat zone."

And then Dr. Saint George's voice broke through and he chuckled a bit. "Exciting in a way, sure, certainly one way to put it." He then stood and watched this woman put on a falk vest and strap a blaster pistol to her thigh. Ranulph was only oh so grateful for the white plastoid armor and how well it could conceal. Clearing his throat the man spun on his heels and turned away so that his back faced the brunette.

"Lieutenant, we're ready to disembark," Sgt. Viramontes called over communications via their badges.

By the stars, "yes, yes of course," he did another about face and looked Dr. Saint George over. "I'll have my shield squad keep around you and your team at all times, infantry squads will keep our group moving. We'll try to get to the statue as quickly as possible." No promises, he wanted to add and then without any further hesitation or perhaps even embarrassment on his part the lieutenant marched out.

Metrobig looked worse on the ground than it did from the FIV Discovery. "Banthas, together stay in formation - shields keep them at the ready." Were Ranulph's last minute orders as the platoon disembarked from their ship at the blastport.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Metrobig Salvagestuff Platform - FIV Kingfisher - Damaged bridge Bercey-class Weather Corvette
Objective - Slice computers and chew bubble gum, and i'm all out of bubble gum
Allies - GA, well got one so far ( [member="Canal"] [member="Laira Vereen"] | [member="Nicolas Thorne"] )
Enemies - Space baddies at the door! ( [member="Ara Ren"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Satia"] | [member="Torian Pierce"] | [member="Nils Brenner"] )
(Stuff for pew pew and glow stick party in bio)

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The little BB unit just watched the two exchange pleasantries as they did it extended its' damaged scomp link and plugged into the ships computer. Slowly it would spin the control dial till it was able to access communication. As it did it had noticed Nicolas was right. The little blue droid had identified the fuzzy ship that had tripped the proximity sensors as a fine First Order shuttle, surely returning to save him from these uncultured Alliance swine.

"Not gonna do ya any good little Blue," Bryce said. "That link is dead, needed to scrap it to get the other one i'm using back working."

You can not win! The First Order is an unstoppable machine! Soon enough they will be here, and I will enjoy rolling over your cold dead body. The BB unit cursed in Binary.

"Feth do you kiss your maker with that mouth buddy. I thought Sady was bad..." Bryce replied. "Nick, do you mind me calling you Nick? Anyhow looks like we are going to have company soon."

The little cursing ball did have a point, the ship now clearly shown on the fizzy screen had closed and was taking up station over them. Likely to prepare to board, Bryce sat down in the communications chair and began taking off his boots. Sliding his feet into the cadet void suit he began to pull it over his legs.

"Look I only got one of these and it is not really your size so I'm going to put this on. Do you have anything that can help you survive decompression?"

As he continued to dress for the "cold weather" that may be coming he watched the ship draw closer. As he did proximity alarms began to flash in engineering as well.

"My little blue totally awesome squib friend, you need to get going right now. If they breach no matter how brave you are you will not survive in a vacuum. Please get back to the luxury yacht some three docks down. You will find friends, tell them Awesome Red Fix it Guy sent ya."

Bryce turned his attention back to Nick as he stood up and finished buckling the FO void gear. Grabbing his other gear he fastened his harness, put back on his red bomber and other kit before moving back to the controls he finally answered the Jedi's question.

"No engines, not much else other than the main computer. Right now I'm trying to recover as much data as I can. If you can check out those communication controls, lets see if we can raise some folks. If this bird does have the ability to squawk we might be able to contact others. Coating on it is weird, all my comms have been dead ever since I entered it."