The Corrupted | CIS Invasion of NR-Held Kuat

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Soundtrack: Killzone 2 - A Day of Mourning​

Gear: Vestments of the Reaper | Wither | Shroudsaber | The Triad | Personal Molecular Shield | The All-Seeing Eye​

Attn: [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Anton Delane"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Fiolette Raaf"] | [member="Ilsa Visel"] | [member="Daesha Ven"] Enemy: [member="Dracken Pryce"] | New Republic​

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Spoiler: 67th Ultranaut Regiment

Deploying from Kuat Drive Yards:

• 340 Ultranauts
• 680 Combat Engineers
• 10 Wolfguards
• 2 Psi Corps Operatives
• 10 E-Series Hydra-pattern Surface-To-Orbit Missile Launchers (Deployed in several hangar bays)
• 7000 Aristaeus Drones (Non-Combatants, Unarmed)
  
  Ships:
• 4 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships (Transport)
• 60 Styx-class Dropships (Transport)
• 60 I-3A Lance Fighters (5 Squadrons)
• 8 T-77 Stealth Interceptors (1 Squadron)
  
  Heavy Weapons:
• KC-M2 Portable Missile Launchers
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  KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blasters
  
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  KC-M5 Heavy Machineguns
  

Deploying from the Blockade Fleet:

• 4660 Ultranauts
• 40 Pyronauts
• 40 Spider Strike Walkers
• 1 TX-1 War Droid
• 100 E-Series Sarissa-pattern Main Battle Tanks
• 200 E-Series Xiphos-pattern Infantry Fighting Vehicles
• 50 E-Series Hydra-pattern Surface-To-Orbit Missile Launchers
• 40 KV-109 Jet Bikes
  
  Artillery:
• 20 Centipede Siege Walkers
• 20 Crimson Fire Missile Artillery Tanks
• 100 Sfyra-pattern Towed Anti-Tank Guns
• 160 E-Series Drakon-pattern Self-Propelled Howitzers
• 200 KC-MT9 Gauss Field Mortars
  
  Ships:
• 6 Sigma-class Heavy Assault Dropships (Transport)
• 100 Styx-class Dropships (Transport)
• 24 I-3A Lance Fighters (2 Squadrons)
• 24 Death Gliders (1 Squadron)
• 40 I-4V Dive Bombers (5 Squadrons)

Spoiler: 4th Subspace Cruiser Attack Group

• Fenris Type A Stealth Strike Cruisers: 2
  - U-141
  - U-162
• Fenris Type B Stealth Carrier: 1
  - U-297
• Fenris Type C Stealth Interdictor: 1
  - U-388
• Fenris Type D Stealth EWAR Cruiser: 1
  - U-429

Spoiler: Action Summary

• 67th Ultranaut Regiment and accompanying starfighter and dive bomber complement deploying from blockading fleet and Kuat Drive Yards, headed for Kuat City
• Two companies of Ultranauts and one company of Combat Engineers, along with the construction droids, left behind on Kuat Drive Yards to secure the location
• 4th Subspace Cruiser Attack Group moving to engage New Republic vessels
• U-429 reverted from hyperspace and launched ECM decoys
• U-429 attempting to jam New Republic communications
• U-429 engaging NRV Starchild with torpedoes and missiles, powering up cloaking systems and requesting assistance from CNS Vitis in the form of shield drones

• Kuat Drive Yards
  Kuat, blockaded sector

It didn't take long for the drums of war to start beating their deadly tune of turbolasers and explosions. Orders came in from the Vicelord to detain any and all New Republic personnel on the planet and before long, the ships in orbit were already firing on eachother, Lord Commander Requis' ([member="Anton Delane"]) ships unleashing their deadly firepower onto the enemy.

That speech by the New Republic Jedi Master did more to fan the flames of war, than Tacitus could have hoped for. In light of what was happening, it reeked of desperation, of the guilty scrambling in panic to hide and deny evidence of their wrongdoing. It was... perfect. It seemed that Requis' manipulations and machinations had been more effective than anyone could have predicted and the Vicelord's response had given the Sephi all the excuse he needed to open fire. The man had earned himself a promotion and an aristocratic title, rewards which Tacitus would insure he received upon the conclusion of this battle.

Requis had provided both the fuel and the spark that lit the fire. It was now time to capitalize on that and fan the flames into a raging tornado.

Right on cue, reports began to stream over comms from the engineers sweeping through the rings. Everyone in Confederate supreme command, from [member="Srina Talon"] and [member="Adron Malvern"], to [member="Darth Metus"] himself, would hear them. The reason why, would become immediately apparent. "Alert! Alert! Command, we have located explosive devices hidden amongst multiple sections of the ring! We are moving to neutralize!"

Of course, the bombs, constructed with military-grade explosives that were common enough throughout the galaxy, that they could have come from any galactic nation, whether a minor government or a major power, had been planted there earlier by some of Tacitus' agents, to be conveniently discovered when the right time came to send patrols to those specific areas.

The reports of stealth ships and now, explosives, would cast a grim light upon the New Republic. In light of this information, it made the apparent lack of New Republic forces on the planet, look awfully suspicious. It was if the New Republic had attempted and failed to set a trap for the Confederate forces, a trap which would have seen the Southern Systems take the blame for a horrible tragedy. Or, at least, that was what the situation was designed to look like.

Tacitus sprung into action, delivering orders that set his troops into motion. He then broadcast a tightbeam message to the Sephi, intent on giving him one more poisoned knife to stab into the heart of the New Republic. "Marshall Delane, this is Tacitus. I have a task force of subspace cruisers secretly in the system. These will now move to assist your forces. Reply with confirmation and status report."

Everywhere else in the blockade, the Eternal Empire's ships began dislodging troops and vehicles. Dropships, dive bombers and starfighters detached themselves from their carriers and slammed into the broken planet's atmosphere at breakneck speeds, cutting angry red streaks across the sky as they made their entry towards Kuat City. From the rings themselves, Tacitus' already-deployed forces were boarding their own dropships, except for the two companies of Ultranauts, which would stay behind to secure the orbital facility, along with one company of a hundred and seventy Combat Engineers and all of the construction droids, who's task was to disable the bombs.

• Meanwhile, in space
  Kuat, blockaded sector

A red glow shone upon the bridge of the cruiser, hyperspace casting an eerie light upon the crew as the small battlegroup made its approach at a snail's pace. The wolfpack had its orders. It was time to carry them out. "Torpedoes and missiles ready for launch. Phase Shifting Arrays operating under expected parameters. Ready to revert," reported the calm, professional voice of the ship's XO.

The commodore nodded his head. "429, revert now. Lock targets, deploy ECM decoys and jam all New Republic communications, immediately. I want firing solutions provided for all ships, the moment we exit hyperspace."

Closely behind Anton's fleet, a single cruiser popped into existence, shields powering up along with the telltale build-up of energy often associated with Stygium cloaking systems, detectable across sensors as the ship prepared to engage its sophisticated camouflage. For the brief interval of time it was visible, it advanced at a rapid pace towards the Nelvaanian formation, its powerful electronic warfare systems deploying decoys, onboard computers furiously plotting firing solutions for the subspace cruiser's still hidden companions.

The communications systems of [member="Dracken Pryce"]'s ships would come under a furious electronic assault, as the hidden aggressor sought to deprive them of their voices and deny them the ability to communicate with eachother and coordinate their starfighter swarms.

A pair of massive Thanatos torpedoes, accompanied by four Phalanx cruise missiles, detached themselves from the streamlined hull of the cruiser, racing towards the Starchild with all the speed they could muster. Loaded with concussive warheads, these were long range weapons, capable of traversing vast distances towards their targets and inflicting tremendous damage if they managed to score a hit.

"Eternal Glory, this is U-429. Requesting deployment of shield drones from the Vitis, until our cloaking systems come online," came the single request from the new arrival. "Awaiting additional orders."

Meanwhile, somewhere to the right and below the Sith fleet, four silent shadows crawled towards their prey, on a vector which put them in a position to flank the New Republic vessels, hidden by the protective embrace of hyperspace. If any of the ships present nearby were fitted with gravitic sensors, their operators would be able to observe something strange. Some kind of gravitational anomalies advanced towards Dracken Pryce's vessels, still at a considerable distance, but closing fast, like loth wolves stalking a wounded bantha through the tall grass of Lothal's plains.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

RNS Ronay Starhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/140291-ef91-nebulon-d-frigate/, Located in unlisted Core System
Laira Darkhold, XJ-90 Stealth X-Winghttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/138542-xj-90-stealth-x-wing-starfighter/
Saeza Bolok’Vang, XJ-90 Stealth X-Winghttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/138542-xj-90-stealth-x-wing-starfighter/
Rain Squadron, T-90A-1 X-Wingshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/142536-t-90a-1-x-wing-starfighter/

“RNS Ronay Star to Rain Squadron and support craft, you are now clear to engage hostiles.” The static from the close beam message scratched through the unit comms of Laira’s X-Wing. Finally, it felt like the confusion with the New Republic’s stance on Kuat, and the CIS’s blockade having been initially met with acceptance, that the Resistance Forces monitoring the situation would never be given clearance to fight. “Godspeed rebels.”

“Switching to stealth comms.” The message echoed more than a dozen times in different voices as the rest of the squadron followed suit, turning to a different comlink that wouldn’t transmit frequencies the enemy could detect.

“All ships, break for hyperspace. Coordinates set. Jedi, good luck with those swarms. Ping when you’ve cleared us a path. May the Force be with you.” The captain’s voice sounded a little frustrated, mixed with anxiety before battle, when a pilot started to try to suppress their adrenaline until the fighting began and they needed that hair-breadth faster reaction time.

“You too Rain Leader. J-two, lets shake.” The redhead flicked a few buttons on her dash and her X-Wing disappeared into hyperspace, Saeza’s accompanying craft following suit an instant later. “J-two, pull Hyperdrive into stealth mode and let’s enter quiet from the rear outside visual range behind the CIS fleet. I wanna get a look around and then we'll pick which of their toys to blow apart.” Assuming the New Republic committed to the defense of the system, the CIS and their allies would have their hands full with enemy fleets, a few stealth fighters could slip right in unnoticed.

“Okay J-one. Sensors to passive.”

The redhead shifted in her cockpit, adjusting her crash-webbing one last time before they got into the middle of it all. Just how much use was fourteen X-Wings really going to be? She clicked the dash, bringing up the magazine loadout. A lot more than anyone else expected with the fancy toy installed on her craft. She breathed in deeply, steadying herself for the battle to come, shoving her memories of war to the back of her mind. Now wasn't the time to dwell on past failures and nightmarish warzones. This was different, she wasn't supporting anyone. She was just here to blast some Business Sith.

 

[Srina Talon]

Location: Kuat City Center [Conference Room]​

Accompanying: [member="Chekīta Awaud"] | [member="Sankt Yora"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Priesse Brinari"] | [member="Chekīta Awaud"] [member="Voph"]....And possibly others?​

Allies: CIS + Allies, etc​

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“I do not fear for the Confederacy.”, Srina responded softly, noting, what it was that [member="Voph"] was actually pointing out. The Republic had seemingly declassified a great wealth of intelligence regarding the security of the nation in an effort of transparency, but really, it would only serve as a means toward their eventual demise. The only hope she had sustained was flying out the nearest open window with every word the woman on the holo-vid uttered. They expected a rational, proportional response, but it would not be that way when faced with clear regurgitation of rhetoric. “I know our military. I know our might….Kuat, no matter their membership status, does not deserve this.”

Speaking of—[member="Darth Metus"] had yet to reply. She could feel his anger, his wrath, moving within her like a wave rolling to and from the shore. Srina left her eyes on [member="Sankt Yora"]. The Senator, or former Senator, depending on whom one talked to, knew what was happening. "To silence aid in an effort to support their own means is madness. We knew our presence would come with interruptions. It was one of the reasons I was so easily able to acquire compensation. We never expected the Republic to halt our progress on a ground level simply because we didn’t handle things their way. The blockade? Certainly…But aid? It is ill-advised.”

The green-skinned woman gave her opinion on the subject of the supplies and the Exarch nodded her ivory head. Her face grew silent while she weighed their options. If they ordered her ships to force the issue… Would the Republic open fire on aid meant for the citizens of Kuat? A notification crossed her holo-screen and informed that a [member="Daan Sarnova"], with the IMC, was inbound. The CIS Serenity, under the control of @Genesis Rostu, had passed it along. Srina was patched in whilst the Falleen woman excused herself. “Ms. Sarnova. This is Exarch Talon. We’ve encountered difficulties in bringing down the supplies we promised to Kuat. The Confederacy does not hold faith with the Republic and cannot utilize a Distribution Center that does not seem to belong to the people. With that in mind we will take responsibility for our own aid, and will be ushering supplies to the small FoB that was is being erected, by the permission of a branch of House Kuat. I will need you to touch base with the other cargo ships in orbit and guide them to the following coordinates.”

“Be warned…The state of affairs is deteriorating quickly…So you must take care. Be mindful. Once there, distribute according to the predetermined grid of necessity, then encourage the Kuati to get to safety. They need to get off the streets.”

The notification of an Exclusion Zone still froze her. This was hardly the same scenario that had plagued Eshan. Was this truly necessary? The blockade, the interdiction fields, were all supposed to be temporary so that they could operate in peace. The Confederacy could always move through the territory that belonged to the Silver Jedi. But, what of Kuat?

Srina could feel Aryn providing a buffer of support, but even he, would not be able to reason with the Vicelord at this time. The Echani apprentice had only managed to stay the violence by a singular thread. The Republic had pushed it over, swiftly, by choosing defiance and inconsistency. The notification of stealth ships was a nail in a swiftly closing coffin. When Sankt Yora retuned, she filled in the Senator on what she missed. “Lady Yora…We will attempte to push through toward the FoB that we discussed. Distribution will continue from there, and then, the people will be advised to get off the streets.”

Then came more bad news. Strange, bad news. “…Why would they do such a thing?”

Srina was a simple woman. The machinations, thoughts, and ideas of other nations occasionally left her feeling as if goodness and sanity had all gone to rot in the galaxy. Everything that the Senator said made perfect sense. The NR did not own Kuat, so to speak, yet they did deem fit to halt their ships and had provided troops to assault her citizens. They were even more invasive than the Confederacy on their own member worlds. Perhaps, an Exclusion Zone wasn’t so unnecessary after all.

The ignition of a lightsaber caused her eyes to close once more. They had a point. They all did. [member="Chekīta Awaud"] found the safe room that Srina had brought up, but the Exarch, felt as if she was being wholly misunderstood. She did not mean to hide herself. She meant designated safe zones for the Kuati to hide. They would, no doubt, be caught in the crossfire. “Once we reach the bunker Ms. Yora you need to address your people. Tell them to stay indoors. Tell them…Not to resist.”

She was on the same page as Sankt Yora. At least, she thought she was. Her promise had been kept—but her thoughts were interrupted by a member of the Golden Company. She was here to carry out the order that [member="Darth Metus"] had issued. As he had not responded, she could not go against it, as her actions would be considered treason. She bit her lip as hard as she could. “Lady Yora will be safe. The Confederacy would never go through me in that fashion…”

“It would be in your best interests to lay down your arms.”

She did not consider her Master deranged, simply, because she did not agree with this choice. He did not trust the Republic. After his first experiences? Any, Republic. This was just fuel to an already existing fire. The silvery woman reached up and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Her comm went off again as she turned to follow the Senator, however, the words that followed caused silver eyes to harden. Explosives in the rings of the orbital shipyards? [member="Darth Tacitus"], and hundreds, of Confederate personnel, were there. Civilians, scientists, and unarmed engineers! She breathed in deeply and tried to find her focus. The shots that were fired from [member="Priesse Brinari"] toward [member="Chekīta Awaud"] and his personnel caused her to tense. Hadn’t [member="Voph"] just told them both to take it elsewhere?

“Tacitus! Report. What’s going on up there?”, her words were firm, though, they lacked the emotion she actually felt. Concern. If only she knew the truth. If only she knew how deeply she was being misled by the Emperor of the Eternal Empire and his subordinates.

Misled, and brutally lied to, by a man that had claimed to love her with his dying breath.​

“You both heard my associate. Surrender your weapons or take this outside! There are innocent people in this building and I won’t have them harmed because neither of you can use your head. Leave. Or I will aid you.”

Srina relayed to the Senator what was going on in space, but, before she could follow the group to the bunkers she pulled back. Her rabbits. They were in the banquet hall. “Aryn, Voph, see that the Senator gets to the bunker unharmed. I’ll follow along momentarily.”

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons

HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon [Strapped to Waist]
Lightsaber [White Blade/CrossGuard] [Hidden Under Cloak]
Icefang [Sword]
Holdin' Aces [Ring]
Ring of Aspiration [Ring]
Te'Kyr [Ring]

Armor

Heart of Cold
Terentatek Body Glove - Full resistance to standard telekinetics, pronounced resistance to advanced telekinetics.

Miscellaneous

SU-03 Hunter Cloaking Device - A lightweight, ion resistant cloaking field made and produced for agents in the field.
ORACLE [AI]
Holo-Comm [Communication Device]
The Ferocity [Ship]
Add'l Droid Support May be Added

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: Kuat City Center [Banquet Hall - Under Table]​

Tags: We are looking for an RP partner...Come find us! ​

BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo were in their own little world of mystery and wonder while they tried to ignite the lightsaber that they’d borrowed aka stolen from [member="Aryn Teth"]. The Mistress wouldn’t mind, surely, when she had so many weapons to rely on. Leo was under the thought process, that if the Jedi died, no longer would he torment their proxy-mother.

They were seated underneath a table, hiding beneath the amethyst table cloth, currently pretending to be little Jedi and Sith. “Vrooooom Vroooom”, BNI-Bella muttered through her vocabulator and swung the hilt around with both hands. It still hadn’t lit up yet, but, they felt powerful just holding onto it. Both couldn’t imagine what color it would be. Green? Blue? White? The sky was the limit. Aryn Teth was, by their estimates, a bad guy that someone had mistaken for a good guy. What if it turned red? “Oooo..What if he’s a Sith?”

“He can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“He’s a wuss.”

BNI-Bella snickered at the opinion of BNI-Leo and proceeded to pass him the lightsaber. There were announcements going on, organics bickering, and all in all chaos everywhere. All the two little rabbit-droids were concerned with was figuring out how to make the darned weapon turn on. Then the Mistress would be proud of them! They could be real warriors and kick butt like the Magnaguard.

Leo fiddled with the saber for several long moments before eventually giving up for a moment. It was stubborn. Neither he nor his companion seemed to have the knowledge required to make it work. Perhaps it was the lack of opposable thumbs. No matter. “We can do this. If the organics can use it so can we.”

BNI-Leo was more talking to himself, versus his friend, but he was slowly getting frustrated. The more he looked at it, twisting, and turning it, the more he thought about their small stature and inadequacies. Why had the Maker and the Mistress given them such tiny forms? Small paws? Why were they so dependent on each other? The bad-tempered rabbit slammed the butt of the saber on the ground, just as a weapon discharged nearby, and yelped when a blue light shot out of it and took off the tip of his ear. “Chit!”

BNI-Bella slapped both hands over where her mouth ought to be and began to laugh.

BNI-Leo was missing the tip of his ear. There was a hole in the table and light spilled through. "I'm telling. You swore."

The red-hued rabbit glowered before crossing his arms.

“I hate you.”

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Kuat Orbit, Above the orbital ring​

Allies: [member="Fiolette Raaf"] + CIS​

Engaging: NR fighters from Starchild, ([member="Dracken Pryce"])​

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Kurayami had taken the time to run through some of the information while the targeting systems and weapons came online. Though he hadn't gotten through too much he had focused on checking out the technical specs of their fighter craft. Nothing looked to be too much of a threat, but they did have the numerical advantage over him. If he could manage to pull a few over towards the ring though, he could use the debris field to his advantage. It should be easy enough though, just a quick slash through the fighter formation should be enough to grab their attention. He pushed the throttle forward and engaged the jamming suite on his fighter as he accelerated towards the enemy formation.

Noticing that there was a Sith fleet that dropped in not too far off he did a quick scan of the ships that reverted, the IFF identified them as Sith Empire aligned...interesting. It did make sense though, an easy chance to weaken the Republic Forces, and the fact that the lead ship likely had plenty more fighters onboard to send into into the fray gave him an idea. Utilizing a narrow-band, encrypted frequency he hailed the lead Sith vessel. Wasn't hard to pin that as the dreadnought in the formation of warships.

"Sith vessel this is Lieutenant Kurayami Bloodborn of the CIS navy, callsign 'Aquila 13' I'm more than glad to help you thin out the opposing fighters and bombers. Feel free for your fighters to join the fray as soon as they are ready."

With that he zipped past the Sith ships only slightly above and to the right as he prepared to dive on the nearest squadron of A-Wings. As he closed on the NR fighters he made sure all weapons outside of the cluster missiles were fire linked and pulled the trigger unleashing a hellacious torrent of quad laser and twin autoblaster fire. He locked onto one of the lead fighters and fired a salvo from the upper right cluster missile pod sending 6 advanced homing cluster missiles towards the craft. He knew that his speed and maneuverability were greater than that of the enemy, which he used to pull away from the formation and into a tight 180 turn while maintaining lock on the chosen craft, continuing to fire with the quad lasers and twin autoblasters as he swept by before pulling away to set up for another pass whether or not he managed to down the craft he had engaged.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Objective/engaging: Open to suggestions
Allies: NR
Enemies: CIS


Abigail swiftly shifted her attention towards the skies the moment it happened. Someone had had enough. Someone wanted blood, or revenge for something the Republic hadn't done.

And by the looks of it, they were going to get what they wanted.

After having taken a moment to be speechless and to watch the fireworks in the sky, Abigail forced herself to focus on her own situation. Those up in the atmosphere were out of her reach, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Abigail called over a few soldiers near her who were also looking up at the air. Some with disbelief, but most of them had been expecting this the entire time. The question hadn't been whether it would happen, but when it would.

"You, soldier, what do you think our chances are? Do you have any intel? Are we as badly outnumbered on the ground as we are in the skies?", Abigail asked, but then quickly corrected herself. "Actually, don't answer that. I bet the answer is quite depressing."

When one of the soldiers asked whether they should go and protect the civilians, Abigail doubted for a moment.

"You really shouldn't be asking me these questions, as I'm not the one in command. I wouldn't think too much on it though. The CIS definitely tried to set us up here, but I doubt they'd go through all this trouble just to shoot the Kuati. No," she sighed," they're here for us."

She walked a few steps away, her heavy footsteps clearly audible as she pondered.
"I mean", she then said, turning towards the soldiers again," if you see anyone threatening the civilians, do please take care of them. And feel free to go and guard the civilians. Just watch your backs."

"Oh, and when the time comes," she added," make sure you have a way out of here. You know, just in case the outcome of this fight isn't going to be what we wanted."

And with that she wandered off towards the Kuat City Center. It was a shame, but it seemed this day would too be turning into a war. A war in which the Republic was already greatly disadvantaged.

"You better get yourselves a way past that blockades, soldiers", Abigail mumbled to herself as she started to pick up her pace. "You're going to need it."

 

[Katia Voltaire]

Location: Kuat Space
Allies: NR, [member="Dracken Pryce"], [member=freza mercur]
Enemies: CIS & Allies
Leading:

Spoiler

14th Armada:
Mother's Majesty - Colony II Battlecruiser
2 *Lightbringers
2 Hellfire Cruisers
2 Billet II Carrier Crusier
3 Hellion Frigates

*Forgot to list initiallly but did mention them in the actual post.

Everything was abuzz atop of the newly crowned Mother's Majesty. On the deck, republic navy officers scrambled to connect with the other ships in their armada. They had been pinged by Pryce for an immediate response but so far all attempts to connect had fell short. It was worrying and demanded immediate action, first of which was ready the hyperspace engines to move out. The people of Kuat had already suffered so much, war planetside would only devastate them further. It had to be stopped at all costs.

Nerves overtook the navigator as he shuttered out, "Green flags all over captain! The men are ready to go on your word!"

All of a sudden the commotion came to a quiet halt. An anxious air took over the room as every Republic soldier thought the same thing, Is this it? Katia looked around the bridge catching a glimpse into the faces of her officers. They were morbid, fearful and unprepaired. Katia knew they couldn't go to battle like this, so with an exhale to steady her own nerves she opened a transmission to all the ships under her command.

"Good day, men and women of the Republic. This is your captain speaking, I know your scared. I am too." As she spoke, suspicious looks started to glance over at Katia but eased as she continued. "But I'm not scared for us, not scared for the brothers and sisters being gunned down on Republic ships either. We're soldiers, born to live and die for our cause. We already made that decision for ourselves when we signed on. Today, I'm scared for the people of Kuat and all the others living on Republic planets. We cannot let them become victims of the Independants. It's our duty to stop them, so follow me and stand by my side in defense. Prepare your battle stations and ready your minds. We leave now!"

Katia nodded to her pilot and in a blink the heated hyperspace engines blasted off, the entire 14th Armada behind it.

Moments later, just as fast as they entered hyperspace they exited, becoming one with the blockade force, diagonally above and behind Drackon's ship, the Starchaser. As the entire armada phased in, Katia watched as hell broke out among the defending republic and CiS ship. She took a beat to study the battlefield, her eyes finally landing on [member=Anton Delane]. The attacker was going all out, dispensing everything it had out against Drackon's force. Now was the time to strike back.

Aboard the Majesty, the officers on the bridge knew exactly what had to be done as they hit real space. The skilled, now calm, crew, along with the ship's droid brain, instantly engaged the shields to maximum capacity as well as began powering up weapons for engagement. Katia smiled, her crew was tense but ready and it seemed they might have even caught someone off guard. A fine way to start any battle.

"Signal all ships to keep an eye on any more enemy engagers, for now focus on the invictus ship, Eternal Glory! Lightbringers are to give continuous megamaser fire from all eight cannons, Hellfires are to give a full barrage alongside." For a moment she had forgotten about her Republic allies being more than just bait but snapped to it just in time. "Send dispatches of starfighters and interceptors to provide support to Drackon's fleet alongside those headed toward the CiS. He's karked until that shields back up. Frigates are to move ahead of us but out of our firing line, have them assist in holding the front line of the blockade but prepare to focus fire as soon as shields are down." Her shouting wasn't panicked, it was authoritative and angry. Damn the independants and the sith if they thought they'd get away with this.

An extreme amount of x-wing starfighters began pouring out of the Majesty's expansive hanger, a half of them dedicated toward fighting off the enemy hitting the Starchaser and the rest off to join the ones from the carriers and bring the fight to the CiS side of the blockade. At the same time the two lightbringers brought forth eight powerful beams of energy directed at the Eternal Glory, complimented by two hundred missiles from the Hellfire cruisers.

 

[LT-137]

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Location: Kuat System // Confederate Blockade // Mandeville Point Aurek // GCV "Castigator."
Objective: Uphold the Blockade.
Allies: The Golden Company, The Confederacy of Independent Systems.
Enemies: The New Republic.
Personal Equipment: See Signature Link.
Taskforce Composition: [Click Here.] - 16,370m Worth of Combined Warships.

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“In the aftermath of our conquests in the Six Sisters, the Golden Company found itself drained for resources and war material. While I would’ve relished the chance for us to take back our homeworld, which was so achingly close, the Crusade would have crippled us. It was a foolish notion to believe that we could’ve held our homeworld after returning the planet to its rightful rulers. We needed more fuel for the coming fire, which forced us to take to the stars and despoil the Ison Corridor. The First Order collapsed and wouldn’t need everything they left behind, and in addition, neither would their slayers - the supposedly dreaded Ssi-Ruuvi. Repurposed technology, warships, and even war spoils would doubtlessly flood into our foundries, allowing the gears of our burgeoning war machine to churn. However, despite everything we took from the dead and dying, it wasn’t enough. We needed more. Thus, our path led us to Kuat - where the unknown awaited us.”​

~ Extract from Khonsu Amon’s Unpublished Chronicle.​

Credits. They were the sole reason why the Golden Company made an appearance in the heavens above the wounded star system of Kuat. They didn’t care about the star-liner that was destroyed within this sector of space, nor about the Confederate lives that were lost in its termination. The Sun Guard didn’t care about lending aid to the sundered planet, believing them to be weak as they were unable to get back onto their feet by themselves. That wasn’t even considering the mercenary outfit’s past, where they found themselves acting as pawns in the First Order’s acquisition of some backwater world.

As it so happened, the Outfit was contracted to serve as bodyguards to the various Doctors that went planetside to tend to the sick and diseased. Once they established their base of operations and began patrolling their surroundings, those stationed there were enlightened to their true purpose by a loose-lipped Agent from the Security Bureau. It seemed that the First Order sent their Operatives ahead to plague the planet with a tailored virus; whose only cure was in the hands of their failing stellar nation. While effective in bringing that planetary system, and the surrounding sector into the fold - it did little to bolster their conflicting reputation.

In fact, many surmise that when such salacious rumours began to spread of this operation, it affected the pillars of their credibility on the galactic stage; going so far as to galvanize the nascent Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium to crusade across the stars. Regardless of what could be considered the truth, that worthless world marked the forceful termination of the Golden Company’s service to the First-Imperials. They went unpaid, despite the continual promises of payment, and ended up moving on to greener pastures.

That pivotal event led towards the despoiled worlds of the Ison Corridor they left behind, and the hoards of trinkets filling the fleet of carriers that speared towards the moon of Sojourn.

Those that still craved the fires of destruction, were routed towards the Core. While their mandate would be vastly different than what transpired in the Western Reaches, there was still a chance for conflict. While seemingly minimal at a glance, the Thyrsian Taskforce carved their way across the bespeckled ocean of infinite night to reach their destination. It was an act that held twinned purposes. The first, and most important, was the acquisition of wealth. Regardless of the outcome, the Golden Company would be funded; be it through acts of piracy or fulfilling the terms of their retainer contract. The second was the acquisition of knowledge -- which equated to power in the grand scheme of things. In garnering, and subsequently transcribing such cognizance into their databanks, the Sun Guard would be able to study their tactics and notable strategies.

With such a veritable bounty in their hands, the Golden Company would become all the more dangerous. Not only would they be able to prove themselves as superior against such a supposedly mighty foe, but when Khonsu’s aspirations bore fruit; they’d be able to sweep the entirety of their militant branch from the intergalactic board with relative ease.

It was something the man himself began to contemplate as his darkened eyes scoured the scrolling screed of holographic text. His ship’s sensors were temporarily attuned to the Confederacy’s BattleNet, absorbing whatever data their combined suites would collect. It didn’t matter that there was a limited Republic presence on the outskirts of the system. They were still well within range of the combined armada’s sensors and were subjected to all manners of invasive scans.

“Staring at that screen all day won’t make this operation go by any faster,” an all too familiar voice called out. It belonged to Astarii Saren, the proverbial master of the warship Castigator, despite the fact it truly belonged to Khonsu himself. She proved herself worthy of commanding the rebranded vessel, time and again. He would’ve been a fool to deny her the opportunity to command and claim this vessel as her own. Sure, due to the organization of the Sun Guard - it would never be official - but in the end? The Thychani Commander was a terrible spatial strategist and relished having someone at his side who was.

Khonsu smiled then, as his dark eyes flicked towards the Trierarch standing before his command throne; which now and always belonged to her. “You’re absolutely right, but as our hands are bound by the retainer contract, I’ve found something to pass the time. Regardless of how ultimately tedious it is in the end.”

“Anything partially exciting?” She asked, knowing full well that the answer would be negative.

The Thyrsian shook his armoured helm, answering her question with his sudden, and seemingly characteristic silence.

“Just as I thought,” Astarii spoke again, allowing her smug amusement to spill across her tongue and coat every spoken word. There was little information, aside from what they gathered during their altercation at Commenor, that the Golden Company had on the New Republic’s military. Their ships were all but a mystery to the Sun Guard, and their subordinate forces. Sure, they had preliminary scans of their larger warships, but it wasn’t enough to divine effective countermeasures should the two disparate powers come to battle.

However, the more that they poured over whatever scraps of data they could acquire, Astarii found herself incredibly bored with the prospect of fighting against the New Republic Navy. From what she was told, and from the hearsay that she pieced together, they were nothing more than unimaginative souls that clad themselves in shields and armour; hoping for the best when they eventually whittled down an enemy’s projected deflector screen. There was a part of her that desperately wished to be proven wrong, but as the Republic Fleet was nowhere to be found, it was unlikely to occur anytime soon.

Khonsu, and by extension Astarii as well, found themselves turning towards the tactical hololith that dominated the central section of the command deck. Their attention was dragged away by the sudden eruption of warning klaxons, and the chamber’s ambient lighting dimming to a deep carnelian hue. The combined armada’s long-range sensors picked up a sudden burst of cronau radiation; followed by the subsequent arrival of a New Republic task force. There were a handful of ships within the flotilla, and their arrival triggered a battle station alert from amongst the Golden Company’s collective forces. Their shields cycled live, and the expansive array of weapon systems followed suit. While entirely adopting an aggressive stance, the integrated droid subsystems and those that manned their posts knew better than to commit themselves to half-measures. They wouldn’t simply stand idly by and allow their collective attention to drift as the stalemate brewed around them.

“How many ships?” Astarii asked as the droning sirens began to fade. Her question was answered by the Officer to her right, who manned the primary sensorium console. Their classifications were unknown, but their signalling pennants bore their respective names from their Transponder Codes. They weren’t hiding from the combined Confederate in the hopes of sowing confusion and made it perfectly clear that their presence was known as soon as they entered the system. Their weapons and shields ran hot - but they made no move to acquire firing solutions or rapidly enter within effective weapon’s range. Like the Confederacy, it seemed they were under orders to not fire unless fired upon.

The Hapan Trierarch chuckled lightly at that notion, as it seemed both sides wanted to get down to the bottom of this before tensions rose.

It wasn’t long after the arrival of New Republic vessels that the haughty oration began. One side demanded that they removed themselves from the system, to allow them to conduct their investigation without interference. The other desired the same outcome. Such petulant posturing wouldn’t get anyone anywhere, anytime soon. In fact, the results would likely inspire conflict between the two burgeoning powers; which was a thought relished immensely by almost every soul within the Sun Guard that was deployed to the orbital theatre of Kuat. What undoubtedly made the situation worse, was that the New Republic sought to remedy the situation as peacefully as they could -- by exposing themselves fully to any and all that cared enough to fancy a glance.

While admirable, it offered an incredible insight into how their military operated and how it would inevitably be taken advantage of. When the rumour began to spread of such a deed through the Confederacy’s BattleNet, Khonsu found himself garnering as many copies of those files as he could. The man was working with the utmost precaution, however, as he couldn’t exclude the possibility of that data being tampered with - infecting any and all that sought to peer into whatever state secrets the New Republic wished to leak. The Thyrsian transloaded the data on several portable devices that would be scrubbed at a later data, ensuring that their network was safe should his suspicions prove true.

Whilst her commanding officer plugged away in transcribing as much data as he possibly could, Astarii busied herself with possible avenues of attack and dealing with the possibility of encountering stealth craft. Sure, the New Republic vehemently and publicly denied utilizing such technology, but it could’ve been a ploy to throw them off the scent - to take their eyes off their sensors and accept what they saw before them. One could never trust a Politician, after all, especially one that was driven by emotion - rather than logic.

Leaking classified documents onto the HoloNet would doubtlessly lead towards defections, as people would lose faith in their government; who was willing to spread their secrets across the stars to avoid needless bloodshed. While some would mayhaps consider such a deed admirable, no one would relish their dirty laundry coming to light. It was likely that some the files that were released dealt with several delicate operations, and was now placed in jeopardy because of the actions of a reckless individual.

“Ma’am!” One of the Command Crew called out, drawing the gaze of both the Thychani Commander and Astarii. The man’s head swivelled about, turning to face the command throne and the woman that stood before it. “Several warships in the Confederacy’s armada are accruing lethality and garnering targeting solutions. Orders?”

The Hapan Trierarch cast a glance over towards Khonsu, desiring to see what his opinion was. However, she was greeted by the cold, and lifeless glare of his visor; no longer retracted and shrouding his features beneath a veil of gold. “The Castigator is yours, Astarii,” the Thyrsian began before lifting a threatening finger towards the cavernous ceiling.

“Do with her as you see fit, so long as she remains void-worthy by the time this void-skirmish is done.”

Astarii nodded and threw her attention towards the tactical display. She commanded that it was updated in two-second intervals, alongside any reports of reversion from beyond their spatial placing. This order included any burst of cronau radiation, no matter how small, as that would indicate that stealth craft were reverting into realspace. There was no recorded technology that was capable of defeating the very particles that were emitted into realspace as a star-faring vessel translated from one swirling dimension to another. Sure, they’d be difficult to track after the translation was made - but knowing that they were there made all the difference, especially if they were hostile forces. Think of the political backlash that would, and could occur if such stealth craft were deployed.

She smiled then; allowing her lips to part in a predatory grin. ​

The battle began in earnest, and soon - the Aureate Warships of the Golden Company would venture into the fray seeking to earn their keep.​

| [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Anton Delane"] | [member="Fiolette Raaf"] | [member="Cay-Yo"] | [member="Genesis Rostu "]| [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] |​

| [member="Katia Voltaire"] | [member="Laira Darkhold"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] |​

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[Freza Mercur]

Location: Kuat Space
Allies: NR, Dracken Pryce, [member="Katia Voltaire"]
Enemies: CIS & Allies

Ships:

17th Armada:
2x Lightbringer-class Star Defenders
2x Bothan Assault Cruisers
1x Solace-class Heavy Cruiser
3x Billet II-class Cruisers
2x Vencuyot-class Heavy Cruisers



It's a grim day for the New Republic when Kuat is attacked. Today is that grim day.

As the 17th Armada, led by the Lightbringer-class Star Defenders the Pride of Corellia and the Joy of Carida, traveled through hyperspace to join up with Pryce and the other New Republic forces the captain of the Armada, Captain Freza Mercur, began to speak to the whole fleet over the communications systems.

"Men and women of the New Republic this is your commander, Captain Freza Mercur, speaking to you from the Joy of Carida. As you all know we will be exiting from lightspeed into space outside of Kuat." Freza's tone is calm and collected, best to keep the gunners as calm as possible before battle. "We will be entering directly into space combat and I need every single one of you prepared." Freza pulls away to clear her throat before speaking again. "First off. We will be arriving into Kuat space behind and above Rear Admiral Pryce's ships, specifically behind the ship the Arkanian Whisper. Once we arrive I need 11 A90 Starfighter Squadrons to assist in bomber and fighter defense for both our and Pryce's fleets. Secondly, on an execution signal, I need both Star Defenders to focus fire on enemy capital ships and heavy cruisers while I need cruisers focusing on smaller craft, except the Solace-class which I need to be grouped with the Star Defenders. Third and finally I need 9 AS-B19 Bomber Squadrons and their T-90 Fighter escorts on immediate standby. Target and signal will be given once known. Once orders are received and processed signal that you vessel in clear." Freza looked over to the communications officers to her left. Once she received a thumbs up from one of the officers she closed her orders. "Let's serve Kuat well people, Captain Mercur over and out."

Soon after finishing her commands the armada leaped out of hyper space and into Kuat space. To her right and below she could see Pryce's fleet and even farther to the right she could see another New Republic fleet. Looking ahead Freza could see the CIS fleet looming over the planet. Furrowing her brow at the enemy ships, the exposed Artyrian blood vessels nearing a vibrant red, she spoke once again into the fleet-wide communications system.

"A90s launch and defend the 17th and Pryce's fleet. Star Defenders and cruisers, begin to fire maser, laser, and ion weaponry at assigned targets. B19s and T-90s continue to stand by, targets being evaluated." After giving the firing orders Captain Mercur turned to her communications officers. "Make contact with Pryce and send him a message." she said before turning back to the window to watch the battle, "Tell him the 17th Armada is supporting, reinforcing, and ready to take orders." And at that the 2 star defenders and 8 cruisers begin unleshing their laser, maser, and ion fire power onto the enemy fleet while the A-Wings intercept enemy fighters and bombers.

 

[Kyyrk]

​

Location: Kuat City Center [Conference Room]​

Equipment: Armor, Lightsaber, Modified Ri-Qorit Device, Ring, Frag Grenade x2, Flashbang x2 (one being offered to Aryn Teth), EMP Grenade x2, Complete Republic Naval Roster​

Accompanying: [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Sankt Yora"] [member="Chekīta Awaud"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Priesse Brinari"]​

Allies: CIS + Allies, etc​

​

Voph had settled down into a defensive stance lightsaber at the ready as the shots began to fly. He stepped back, gesturing for those behind him to begin leaving the room. Voph turned to follow the group as soon as he judged them to be clear. "Move. To the bunker. All due respect senator but I think the peace talks will have to wait." Voph's voice was heavily modulated by his helmet, taking on an almost electronic sound. He moved swiftly, lightsaber held down by his side as they moved, ready to spring into action at the slightest notice.

In spite of his armor, Voph moved quietly, T-visor sweeping from side to side as he checked corners and cleared rooms. Voph was about to speak again, but Srina cut him off. She was going back. Voph's head immediately snapped to Aryn. The lightsaber he'd been given by Srina had disappeared. Voph was about to offer Aryn his own blade. He didn't need it after all, given the arsenal at his disposal. But then he remembered. Permafrost Crystal. It bound the lightsaber to him, and him alone. "Exarch, we need to get you to safety. You and the senator are the highest priority right now."

Voph looked at Aryn. "You get the droids. I'll get them to safety." Voph stepped past, holding up a simple spherical item. "I'd offer my lightsaber, but it's bound to me, and me alone. Best I can offer. Pull the pin, throw, and be sure you're not looking at it when it goes off." Flashbang. He'd brought more lethal means, but they weren't in the thick of it. Not yet. If Aryn declined the offer, Voph would return it to his utility belt beside the other grenades. "Exarch. Senator. We'd best be leaving." Voph gestured towards the hallway in the direction they had been traveling. Srina was armed to the teeth just as he, but he was not taking any chances. If either of the women were harmed, the results could be...disastrous at best. Cataclysmic at worst...

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

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Location: Capitol Building, Kuat City - Kuat
Objective: Secure the area
Tags: [member="Alden Akaran"], [member="Shakti Sweet"], [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Allies: Master Adron and (Competition) other apprentice Shakti
Mental state: Serious and suspiciously not talkative

​

To say that she didn’t agree with how her fellow apprentice cleared the platform would be understating it. Xobos knew she had to be firm to get people to leave before their master arrived so he would have a clear platform to land on, but running up to the group of people, waving your knives like a crazy person? The Miraluka knew that her comrad was a mute, but surely there were better ways to get people to move without threatening them at such close range. Or maybe letting Xobos handle it would have been better. Either way, even if she didn’t agree with the method, their combined efforts cleared off all of the Kuati personnel just in time to see their master’s ship landing.

Xobos pulled her spear from the durasteel to proceed toward the landed shuttle, just in time to smile lightly at the sight. Not because she was particularly happy to see the man, not saying she wasn’t, but she was much happier to know that if he had landed planetside, the group would be doing something important for the cause. Their master probably wouldn’t head to the planet unless he felt as though there was an important task of some kind.

Hearing that the New Republic forces were to now be considered enemies of the state didn’t surprise the apprentice, and as she loaded onto the ship, she could feel the moment beginning to wash over her. She wasn’t nervous, no, but there was still a feeling of not knowing what was about to come next. So instead of standing next to her silent master, the Miraluka proceeded to the back of the shuttle bay, figuring she could speak with someone, or a pair of someones, that were always there for her.

The warrior apprentice leaned her spear against the wall of the shuttle, taking the time they would be in flight as a time to meditate. Dropping to her knees and folding her hands in her lap, Xobos began her set of breathing exercises to clear her mind, allowing for there to be only her and the voices in that moment. Soon, her call was answered in the presence of both voices filling her mind. They sounded almost confused in the moment, as if they weren’t expected to be being called upon.

“Not often is it that you wish to speak to us anymore, little master..what is it you want?” Ambrus mused, while the whine of his counterpart was brought to the forefront of her mind. “Yes, it is not often we converse with you spending so much time with the…force user, anymore.” Xobos couldn’t help the soft smile that appeared on her face, knowing that they were right. Ever since she had been brought off Roon, the apprentice had been feeling much more free from the voices. However, in moments like these, it felt appropriate to converse with them.

“We are headed into a conflict that could possibly hurt all three of us if we are not careful. In the time I have spent with my new master, I’ve grown more powerful every step of the way. We are going to survive and thrive in this. I know it might be hard…but I want you two to trust me. I can handle this.” She spoke this all under her breath, where it could be barely heard outside her helmet, and would probably seem as nothing more than incoherent, crazy mumbling.

In her mind, it was silent for a few moments before both the voice’s presence dissipated. Xobos couldn’t help but sigh lightly as she stood, having hoped for some sort of resolution or answer from the voices before they landed. It troubled her that the voices seemingly were beginning to fight back against her decisions more and more lately. If she was going crazy, more so than usual, then it might be something to bring up with her master at some point.

The moment the shuttle landed, Xobos had grabbed her spear and was sprinting down the ramp mind unnervingly empty and free of any voices. She tried to shake this off, instead focusing on the job at hand, given to her by her master. The Miraluka watched as the B-1s, much less impressive than the magnaguards that surrounded Adron, were unloaded and left onto the street.

With the orders given to the pair of apprentices, Xobos quickly sprinted off toward one of the B-1 commanders, marked by the yellow strip painted onto it’s body. She held out her hand, obviously reaching for the datapad in it’s metal hands. “Let me see that, and give me the information on what he have landed.” The droid was quick to give her exactly what she needed, handing her the datapad, where she would pull up a map of the area to begin planning out patrol routes while it’s metallic voice began to speak. “We have 300 droids landed and online. They are under your command, as Exarch Malvern has commanded.”

Xobos nodded slowly, her cloudy and useless eyes scanning over the area that needed to be secured with the units in her command. Reaching to the datapad, she tapped three separate areas, marking them with a red dot, before dragging her finger to connect them along long, patrolling routes. “I want 75 droids along each of these three routes. We need to secure these speeder lanes and residential areas. As we continue to land more units, we need to split them evenly so that we can continue to lock down those areas and ensure peace.”

Her eyes looked back to the datapad, where she would scan for a few more moments before pressing a finger against the screen once again, this time highlighting a green area. “This is where you and I will be taking the last 75 droids. We’re going to be setting up a command post here.” At this point, she handed the droid back his datapad, while he nodded his yellow painted head and responded again in that gravelly robotic voice. “Roger Roger!” With a grin, the Miraluka sprinted toward where the command post would be, ready to set it up and move onto the next step of whatever plan her master might have.

 

[Anton Delane]

Location: Blockade Around Kuat
Objective: Smash Republic Fleet, attack rings
Enemies: [member="Dracken Pryce"] and NR (new Arrived fleets)
Allies: @Genesis Rotsu [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]

Ships:
Eternal Glory
Vitis
Valis
Veloris
Felrig
Fandal
Dalian
Guardian 1-4
Swarm 1-3

Fighters: 46 Squadrons

Bombers: 12 Squadrons
Fighters: 17 Squadrons
Interceptors: 17 Squadrons

​

After the main gun fired, Anton shouted out. “VENT!” The massive gun produced a large amount of heat, and the main vents opened, which allowed the heat to be pushed into space itself. It would take time for it to cool down enough. Then there would be the recharge. It would take some time before it could fire again. However, it didn't matter. Victory wasn't the goal. The goal had already been reached, from this point on, it was all vengeance. It was everything he had worked for. It didn't matter, nothing else mattered. In his mind, the scene of Republic cruisers bombing the asteroid his wife and child had been located on, filled his mind. It may have been a miss shot, a mistake, but, they took everything from him. Without them, this life wasn't even worth living. But, his Emperor, he wanted vengeance too. Anton knew no amount of blood would bring them back, and that necromancy would simply bring back shells of the one he loved. Perhaps deep down, part of him hoped to die in this endeavor and join them on the other side.

But until that day, he would take as many of their kriffing souls with him as he could! “My Emperor, I acknowledge command of those assets. It has begun. We have received various reinforcements, but so have our enemies. My Emperor, please make sure you take care. Go in Victory.” With that comm unit closed he opened another. “All units, move close! I want to be upon them. I want to make sure when we die, our carcasses smash them to pieces!” This erupted into a cheer from the Eternal Empire soldiers, and Anton laughed. They were insane, suicidal, homicidal individuals! Every last one of them! Emperor Bless the Eternal Empire!

Anton did not focus on the newly arrived ships, and instead on the previously arrived ones. As the corvette exploded, he smirked. It wasn't enough, but it was a start. “Other ships, mass target the second CR-37 FarStar-Type Corellian Carrier.” The ships moved in closer, in an attempt to move well within full range of all the ships. Within ramming range when their time came. Anton watched as the Three Star Destroyers, and two heavy cruisers began to open up with their weapons on the second Corellian carrier. The ships launched a good number of fighters. X-wings....Oh, A-wings, they would be trouble. Our Tie's are quick and highly maneuverable, but not THAT maneuverable. So be it. “Swarm 1 through 3, Guardian 1 through 4, open up, A-wings are your primary target. Lance Fighters, and Ties, target the bombers. Ignore the X-wings for now. Let them get in range, and open fire with the ship defense guns, once we know what they will target.”

The Flak Frigates and carriers began to fight. The Flak frigates used their advanced predictive computers to target the speedy fighters, and attempt to take them out. While the carriers simply fired swarms of metal flak into the fighters flight paths, trying to take advantage of the pure speed of them to rip them to shreds in flak clouds. The Eternal Empire's bombers continued their bombing run on the Bothan Cruiser, taking advantage of it's relative low anti-fighter defenses. The Eternal Empire Interceptors, and fighters attempted to intercept the two squadrons of bombers. While powerful, the X-wings were less powerful than they, with weaker defenses. When the X-Wings entered the area, the capital ships would begin defensive fire on them.


The Eternal Glory however, never stopped its attack on the large battlecruiser Starchild. Hypervelocity cannons, heavy turbolaser batteries, heavy ion cannons, turbo lasers, and powerful torpedoes would slam into the ship's shields to keep it's energy devoted purely to defending. The battle cruiser did all it could to keep the primary shields down, and the secondary shields weakening, as it tried to get its main gun cycled again.

The shuttles, and transports continue torwards the Rings, and would soon be upon them.



It was then the new battle fleet ran by [member="Katia Voltaire"] opened up on it. Eight Megamasers began to blast it's shields, and the ship shuddered under the attack. As the missiles launched, the laser cannons and light ion cannons opened fire at the incoming missiles. While a good number were destroyed, many missiles exploded into beautiful fireballs as they hit the surface. While the new attack did a decent amount of damage to it, the ship fully ignored the new attacks. Even if it was destroyed, it would ram itself into the Starchild. It mattered little. Anton called out to Katia.

“Welcome, betrayer of the people of the Republic. We came here at the request of the people of Kuat. And you respond against their will. You are a corrupt and villainous people, and your planets will see that you do not have their best interests in mind from this point on. Come, fight. Prove you are evil, and corrupt. Show the galaxy you are just as bad as the Sith. You abandon your planets for years, and then think that months of “generosity” while hiding your own agendas into the planet make you worth anything? We will kill you and set the planet free from your tyranny, as the people cry out for. Do not delude yourself. You are not here for the people of Kuat, because the Republic doesn't care about them. Or, are you saying the people of Kuat are the ones who caused this? And that they have lied to us when they invited us here, and led us into a trap to be attacked by you? Which point...maybe we should kill them all. Either way, the only one endangering them now, is your presence. I hope you know, that means all these deaths are pointless, and are on your head, you embodiment of Evil and deceit.”

 

[Chekīta Kaie]

Location: Kuat Government Complex
Peps To Stab: [member="Priesse Brinari"]
Objective: Luaght, being shot is fun
Equipment: Rendili Battle Master Armor, ARGH, ACS-201, Vibro Knife

Her gun was leveled towards Golden Company commander, but she did not shoo, for the time being listening to the words spoken between [member="Voph"], [member="Srina Talon"] and the senator, catching small bits and bobs here and there. Over all the main jist was the Republic in trying to not hide anything somehow made the situation work, combined with some other strange event with the supplies and whole blockade, such a crap show, seemed way more confusing then it should be and even if the CIS was certain of the Republics actions in shooting down the liner one question remained, what possible motive was their?

She may be a bit crazy but anyone would have known that purposely firing upon a civilian ship from the CIS was going to bring war, and considering how messed up the wreckage was from the reports the craft was utterly obliterated. Not that is mattered, the war had started, no doubt the CIS would go to the depth of hell for their 'vengeance', she could only anticipate the amount of destruction to befall Kuat again and other Republic Worlds within striking distance. It would be something to think about later, a subconscious like tickle down her spin bringing Chekita back into the moment, just looking up to see one of the Golden Company soldiers fire off her weapon, the energy beam like fire striking into her chest, knocking the Mando to the ground along with her comrade.

It was an action that made her squad jump into action, the remaining members taking cover and firing at the Mercs with their, ACS-201 slugthrowr assault rifles, another dragging their commander around into cover, inspecting her wound. "I'm fine I'm fine, packs a punch and probably given some deep bruises but the rounds didn't penetrate the Phirk plating", she replied hastily, getting back to her feat, her body sore but also on fire, this was going to be a good fight, the GC had quite the reputation, and they didn't let down. Turning on battle speak her voice rang into the ear of the squad, "keep cover and fire in controlled burst, keep an eye on your ammo and make sure not to get hit, our armor can take at least 3 rounds, but don't risk it, keep collateral to a minimum and if perhaps avoid killing them... to much".

 

[Hansen]

Daan Sarnova
IMC Valour's Bridge, Kuat Orbit
Tags: [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Kei Raxis"], [member="Zoe Rosella"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• DARKSABRE Advanced Powered Assault Armour/Mark IX/BRAVO
• Stun Baton
• Stun Cuffs

Daan's hands guided Foreman Barrows' twenty-five foot tall pallet carrying loader, these were the action of a Leader and while Daan did not consider themselves a particularly 'good' soldier and deflected any suggestion she was, compliments aimed at her selflessness were received more readily although with humility. Despite the fact she now owned a massive multi-company Corporation her bearing and demeanour was an omnipresent reminder for anybody who met her that. "Lower it down Barrows." Annunciator cast out Daan's accent-grated voice in an amplified boom over the commotion which now possesses the IMC Valour's hold with jumpsuit wearing warehouse workers and craftsmen darting around, the ultraviolet light indicative of arc welding was cast upto the ceiling, manufacturing metal parts used commonly in residential applications such as electricity-supply and plumbing.

"Good job! Keep loading up the Repulsor trucks with as many materials, medicine and prefab blocks they can carry without breaking." Barrows' creased features nodded with a smile on his face. "Will do Ma'am." He did not know where Ms. Daan's armour came from but it amazed him none the less. The truth was that particular suit of DARKSABRE Powered Assault Armour Daan wore was license manufactured by the First Order Corps of Imperial Engineers. Daan had of course since replaced any First Imperial Roundels with the IMC's Corporate Logo to denote its' new affiliation but Daan could not remove the identifying information stamped into the inside of the armour plates, not that anybody could see this when she wore it but it remained as a reminder all the same. Stopping by the IMC Marines forming up at the edge of the cargo hold, they were clad in deflector-shielded Katarn Mark IX Battle Armour.

Only the best for the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation's Paramilitary services, that particular armour was also sold to the nearby Core Imperial Confederation although the former IMC Marines proudly wore their Corporation's logo on both pauldrons and breastplate. "Colonel Sarnova!" Davos' knees and ankles snapped together at attention clenched fists pressed tightly into the outside of thighs craning his helmeted head up respectfully, though he was well-intentioned the invocation of her First Imperial Officer's Commission again forced her features into a brief scrunch before releasing. "Captain Davos." Daan began cooly standing a whole foot above most of the IMC Marines in their four blocks of around forty personnel each with a few tracked armoured personnel carriers surrounding them albeit no battle tanks as the APCs had tangible protective and towing capability.

"I see you've loaded up the tow traliers." One armoured gauntlet gestures towards the full tarpaulin-covered double-axel Durasteel trailers ready to be towed behind every tracked APC. Tracks were preferable in conditions not conducive to Repulsor operations and Daan favoured them for their rugged reliability even if mechanics had to be retained on hand along with combustion fuels. "Mainly medicine, first aid supplies and prefabricated building blocks, our IMC Engineers will weld them up on-site and get the sceptic, water tanks, solar batteries connected up as soon as possible Ma'am." Daan smiled at Davos' report, her Corporation's efficiency and speed at providing essential services to remote communities was a point of pride and focus for the organisation.

"Excellent, r-" Daan's thoughts were immediately cut-off by the voice of Sarrin who interrupted the woman rudely. "Mistress Sarnova. We're receiving a transmission from the surface, it's Confederate encryption." Sarnova listened to Exarch Talon's words and carefully considered the implication of putting her resources into the hands of a Government who might not effectively distribute it, to top it all off Daan herself is a Citizen of the Confederacy and this reinforced the woman's comfort with working alongside its' government. Looking around at the many lives who were entrusted to Daan, she knew any injuries or death that occurred while employed would demand compensation but that didn't bother her nearly as much as the thought of what impact it could have on their quality of life or that of their families.

Resolute and Noble, Daan decided that she would commit the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation if they would not lead and protect what should have been an impartial relief effort who would? The reply she offered would be curt, at least initially. "Exarch Talon this is Daan Sarnova of the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation. We will proceed to the Confederate relief station in accordance with the exclusion zone." Daan's brass-coloured visor looks back to the IMC Marines who stood in perfect reverent silence like statues. "Exarch Talon, would you please advise the appropriate Kuat local government authorities of our presence and the Republic aswell if at all possible. We have IMC Paramilitary Service personnel aboard and the Republic should know that they are not Confederate Military Assets but private security personnel engaging in a crisis-management service and protecting our employees and assets, we will confine them to our vessel if necessary. Sarnova Out."

Sarrin began guiding the IMC Valour down through Kuat's high orbit, fire streaked along its' hull in long sheets at the head of a long convoy of Unarmed freighters, some belonged to publicly-traded corporations like the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation, Non-Governmental Organisations and Humanitarian Groups. Following behind them were a few unarmed CIS Navy Cargo ships, those might have been lawful targets given their IFF signatures but the others were certainly not and Daan was rather anxious given the more recent rumours about the Republic and alleged destruction of a Confederacy Liner that the IMC Valour might be next on the menu. The disgusting unpleasant tang of fear sweat on those employees and IMC Marines was tangible even through the helmet's filters as the Valour descended in gentle rattles towards the highest clouds. Daan and the Marines were kept anchored confidently to the ground with their magnetised boots while regular employees sat in landing seats scattered in safe locations around the cargo hold.

Hopefully, the powered armour's hermetic seal would protect her sharpened predatory senses from the repugnant stench of ruined cities and shivering frightened Humans, but Daan doubted it. Absent a vacuum it was omnipresent and pervasive.

 

[Shakti Sweet]

Location: Capitol Building, Kuat City - Kuat
Objective: Search and Destroy
Tags: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Xobos Yakieer"]
Quarry: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems and her Allies

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Shakti seemed completely disinterested in the displeasure that she could almost feel radiating off her fellow apprentice. Apparently the blind girl wasn’t in agreement about the best way to clear the landing platform – but honestly that was fine. If their Master had wanted a matching pair of well-behaved supplicants that agreed on everything, it was unlikely he would have chosen this pair. While the Mikalukan was eager to please and fond of following orders, the Firrerreo was interested in only one thing – becoming the instrument of death that the Exarch had promised. She had no illusions about what their relationship was, and she wasn’t about to hold back while under his charge. He wanted a blade – and that’s what she was; keen and here for one reason only.

She lifted the matching set of clear green eyes as Adron’s ship began to land, her fingers flexing against the hilts of her blades as she lowered her eyes once more, scanning the landing pad for any signs of attack. It seemed that though the Vicelord had made a proclamation that NR forces were persona non grata, none had taken it upon themselves just yet to attempt to stop the leaders of the Confederacy from coming plant side. All the better – as it seemed that Exarch Malvern had plans that he intended to see through, and the less time they spent fighting resistance, the more time they could devote to his scheming.

The silent woman didn’t run up the ramp, following Adron and his guard, as the other apprentice did, instead opting for a pace that matched their Master’s – steady and filled with a dark purpose. There was nothing hurried about the way she prowled up the ramp after him, instead there was a quiet reverence to it. It was time for her to do what she was made for, and that brought a sense of peace to his apprentice. So much of her life had been spent lost, and to finally have someone to direct the anger that was such a staple of her being was almost a relief… Almost.

She stayed close to the former Imperial and his guard as they were transported from the capital building proper to the centre of the city, sliding her blades back into the sheathes across her back as she very much doubted that she’d be forgive for stumbling about if the ship was jostled and either stabbing herself, or goodness forbid, the Exarch himself. Instead she passed the time in silent contemplation of the task to come – her eyes distant as she stood at attention at his side. She doubted the task ahead would be simple, but she was itching for a fight, and Adron seemed interested in providing the chance she craved.

As the ship landed and Xobos ran down the ramp, once again the redhead took her time, waiting for her Master to disembark as she followed him down the ramp. Shakti stood as silent as always as she received her orders, giving one short, brisk nod as the two magnaguard moved to flank her in place of the Exarch. With a smooth shrug the blades at her back sprung free again, and she took off at a jog, heading away from the large group of droids that were gathering to assist the other apprentice in her task.

The Firrerreo took no time in beginning the search as her Master had commanded, watching with muted pleasure as those Kuati people who walked the streets stumbled back from their approach, recognizing easily the poorly veiled threat that the party represented. The search was uneventful for a time, though as she corralled the magnaguard closer to the city’s centre, she spotted something that thought might peek the Exarch’s interest. There were a pair of rather rough looking men in NR uniforms being shoved into the rear of some sort of security detail vehicle outside of a large medical facility, or at least the building had the look of one. Not being able to read the signs made determining what things were difficult at times. What made it interesting was the fact that they were being arrested by what appeared to be non-CIS personnel.

With a quick tap on the haptic unit around her wrist, Shakti called into the Exarch directly. Unable to communicate what she was seeing verbally, she shared a video feed of what she was seeing. Whether he would find it to be of interest or not she was unsure, but she was ready to receive instruction in either case.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Objective: On my way to da knife fite!​

Location: Capital Building​

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Ephraim"] + CIS
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Gregor Yoor"]
Post: Four

OOC Note: This is Scherezade, but she appears as Madalena Antares anywhere data-relevant (Pathfinder Madalena Antares).

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So now cantina thing. The men were busy doing whatever it was that men were doing, leaving Scherezade bored out of her mind. And since she was still pretending to be Madalena, standing around doing nothing was hardly the way to go. As such, she decided that she had every reason in the world to go outside. Why outside and not another floor? Who knew. She didn't. But this building was starting to feel stuffy and even made up reasons to just go outside and breathe a little were welcome at the moment.

Anyway, she left the men to their own devices and headed out. The elevator ride was nothing to write home about, and she found herself humming a little lullaby from her home planet as she waited to hit ground floor – a lullaby that she had last heard over seven hundred years ago. There were few things Scherezade wanted more than to be able to just pack her bags and hop off to the Unknown Regions, to find her homeplanet and reclaim her place… Yet she knew she could not. Not right now. Presently, she was barred from ever going home. It would be years before she could go there, if ever at all.

These were not happy thoughts that crowded her mind as she stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the exit.

But there were ways to give the Sithling happy thoughts. A round at the cantina. A fight. A death. She really wasn't a high maintenance girl.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Objective: Move towards the Capital Building
Allies: [member="Gregor Yoor"] , NR
Enemies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] , CIS


Abigail continued to walk towards the main building, only occasionally granting herself enough time to glance at the situation around her, and more specifically, the situation above her. It still wasn't looking good, as war and death could never really be considered 'good', but the Republic seemed to be holding their ground. Or their space. Whatever, Abigail wasn't a pilot or a fleeter.

While she kept moving, she took a few moments to inspect her weapons. First she checked on the retractable blade on her left arm of her suit and then on the blaster in the right arm. Along with the pride she felt from the fact she built all of this herself, there was also a small feeling of anxiousness. After all, apart from a few testing runs, the suit hadn't really been put up to the test yet.

For a split second, the will to fire a single bolt to confirm it still worked arose, but Abigail quickly decided against it. This entire place was an explosive barrel about to go off, now that guns had been fired and both sides were authorized to shoot. Fearing a small war would follow if she tried out her blaster, she decided against it for now. She'd be able to test it if she ran into some less than friendly soldiers.

She was close to the entrance now. To be completely honest, she wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do once she was inside building. But then again, she hadn't been sure about anything the past few hours. This entire situation was one big mess. Perhaps she could talk to some of the higher ups, and force the CIS to stand down? Even Abby couldn't help but crack a sad smile. The chances of peace had long been lost by now.

As she saw the entrance up ahead, she noticed another person leave. Normally this wouldn't have meant much, but considering most civilians had left the streets and Abigail wasn't aware of others Republicans being here, it made her slightly suspicious.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Location: Kuat Orbit, Above the orbital ring
Allies: Fiolette Raaf + CIS
Engaging: NR fighters from Starchild, (Dracken Pryce)
Post: 3

The A-60 A-wing Kurayami had engaged was apparently flown by an experienced pilot as it was still limping along. The cluster missiles had managed to disable the shields and damage some systems, though it was nothing overly serious it was enough to impact the performance of the already outmatched craft. The targeting systems allowed him to keep an eye on multiple craft around him while maintaining his focus on the chosen target. There had been a few hits on his craft, mostly glancing blows, but a couple of more solid ones during his charging attack after the slashing attack, the jammer was his saving grace, making it nearly impossible for them to maintain a lock on long enough to get a reliable firing solution. He saw the blaster bolts whizzing past his fighter as he maneuvered while keeping the A-wing steadily in his sights. Pulling his fighter into a lag displacement roll, he used the extra distance gained to pull back so that he was in pure pursuit almost exactly on the enemy's 6 o'clock. He opened fire with all both quad lasers, hammering the enemy ship until it was nothing more than floating debris.

Once that was done he switched back to the cluster missile launchers and marked three craft who were breaking formation and sent a full salvo for each of the other three cluster missile launchers. He smirked as 18 advanced homing cluster missiles streaked towards their indicated targets, leaving behind naught but carnage. Switching back to the quad lasers, he set himself up for a vertical slash from below the remaining fighters, not even caring if he hit any, right now he was looking to sow chaos among the enemy ranks and give the other pilots from the Sith fleet a chance to prove their worth. At the worst he would need some serious repairs after this encounter, at best the enemy would manage fewer hits than they had thus far against him.

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[Dracken Pryce]

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Location: Kuat Orbit
Enemies: [member="Anton Delane"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Fiolette Raaf"]
Allies: [member="Freza Mercur"] [member="Katia Voltaire"] [member="Laira Darkhold"]

Spoiler

• NRV Starchild
  Sword 1-4

[*]NRV Great Wind
[*]Lightbringer-class Star Defender [5]

• NRV Arkanian Whisper
• NRV Starchaser
• LB-Reinforce 1-3

[*]Bothan Assault Cruiser [8]

• Escort 1-6
• Reinforce 1-2

[*]Ire-Class Patrol Corvette [6]
[*]Billite-Class Cruiser [3]

The small support flotilla that had been here to facilitate New Republic relief efforts was taking heavy losses. They'd already lost one frigate and now the second was being targeted down. Aboard the second FarStar there was chaos as crew members rushed to escape pods and brave pilots dashed to their fighters to escape the failing frigate and join the battle. While the first FarStar hadn't been able to launch all of its fighters, those that had already been out on patrol joined the Ire-class corvettes in moving towards the CIS' fighter screen to wreck havoc where they could and taking some of the fighter pressure off of the Bothan Assault Cruisers leading the New Republic formation. The quick reaction of those ships' commanders saved one cruiser from a bombing run. Enemy fighters sandwhiched between the turbolasers of a second cruiser and the cone of point defense laser fire from the neighboring Lightbringer-class Star Defender Arkanian Whisper would find laying into the vulnerable ships difficult.

Fighters were shreded by the floating and fast moving flak, but they learned quickly to fly wide of the flak frigates. It would take longer to reach their targets but until the rest of the fleet were able to move up and take down the frigates it would have to do. A Bothan Assault cruiser surged forward along with the Arkanian Whisper and both fired on the flak frigates with their long range weapons. The battle raged, but all was lost for the lone FarStar that had been left behind in the chaos.

The second FarStar's shields failed and exploded in a spectacular display, devouring the last squadron of fighters before they could escape.


Aboard the Starchild

There was havoc on the bridge as well. They were being assaulted from all sides it seemed. The Sith dreadnought had opened fire on them with long range turbolasers which peppered the starboard shields. They weren't prepared though for the ferocity of the assault. Usually longrange turbolasers traded stopping power for incredibly long ranges, but it seemed the Sith made no such compromises in their weapons. The Starchild returned fire with the only weapon it had that could match the distance and let lose a ferocious volley from its hypervelocity cannons. The fighter swarms weren't an issue yet. Luckily the quad laser cannons and the fast tracking Witchfires of the aging Myrmidon-class Frigates were making short work of or frightening away fighters. They had been so effective that they'd managed to shoot down a volley of missiles from somewhere in the CIS formation before the Starchild had even needed to react.

Good thing too. The Sith's Super Star Destroyer was causing enough trouble, and if they didn't do something about that Invictus-class battlecruiser there would be hell to pay. Thankfully his techs had assured him the weapon not only had a decent charge time but also their first shot had sent their weapon into a cooldown phase.

"Sir! Our comms are down! Something's jamming us!" His eyes fell to the command console in front of him. It gave a relatively clear view of the battle and ship placements. He cursed as the reality began to set in. They were outgunned, severely. Just then something odd happened on the monitor. One of the ships blinked twice and then vanished, but there were no cheers or shouts of victory. It hadn't been destroyed...

"A cloaking device...?" That was the only other option. "Crew, watch out for at least one cloaked vessel! We don't know where its going to pop up next, so stay on your toes." The hyperwave signal interceptors began blaring in his ears just as he gave the order. It was always something today wasn't it?

"Several large vessels exiting hyperspace...!" They weren't all close enough to see but as they began dropping out of hyperspace around them he felt the air in the bridge change.

"Its the Republic!! They heard us!!" A rambunctious cheer rolled around the circular bridge and Pryce couldn't help but wear a victorious grin. The 17th, 14th, and the 12th dropped out of hyperspace. The NRV Mother's Majesty, the flagship for the 14th Armada, rolled lazily into view. It was another Corellian-made Colony-Class battlecruiser, though it was a newer model than the one he was in. Unlike his own it was much more heavily armed than the Starchild. If they were here that meant it was only a matter of time before the Corellians joined that he'd seen earlier, but he had to dampen the crew's expectations a little.

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"We're still jammed on our end everybody, so let's not get too excited here! Get the techs working on that. Try any frequency that isn't jammed." He pointed at a young lieutenant and beckoned her to the console. With a light thumb press against his console a small data chit slid out and he handed it to the lieutenant.

"Get this to the fastest pilot you know on the ship. If you don't know any pilots give it to someone who looks fast. This might have some information that can stop this battle before it turns into full blown war with the CIS. Make sure this gets to the commander on the Mother's Majesty." He placed a second data chit in the lieutenants hand, "Tell the pilot that the minute he hands this off he takes the second one down to the ground to Alexandra Feanor. She might have just aired our laundry out for the Galaxy, but that means she can get this out there. Make sure the pilot knows he must not fail." There was steel in his voice and fire in his eyes. Pryce didn't usually exude the natural swagger or brashness of a Corellian, but the way his eyes looked made it seem like his blood was made of rocketfuel.

The Lieutenant nodded and dashed off to the hangar. With that order given, Pryce turned his attention back to the bridge. Moral was higher than it had been since they'd arrived and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"Megamaser batteries and turbolaser batteries take aim at the CIS lead battle cruiser!" Even though comms were jammed and he couldn't delegate to his fleet, there were competent enough commanders aboard his ships. Just as the Arkanian Whisper had surged forward earlier, now the entire formation moved forward, long range and standard turbolaser fire focused on the larger of the CIS vessels.

OOC TL;DR

Spoiler

• Second FarStar launched 3 Squadrons
• Second FarStar was destroyed along with 1 squadron of fighters
• First FarStar's 2 remaining squadrons joined the fight over the ring
• Starchild took hits to starboard shield from Fiolette Raaf's Flagship SSD
• Starchild returns long range fire with Hypervelocity Guns
• Sword 1 destroyed incoming missiles from Darth Tacitus's 429
• Ire-Class Corvettes moved to defend Bothan Cruisers
• Arkanian Whisper and a Bouthan Cruiser move forward to fire on Anton's Flagship
• Starchild is Jammed
• Pryce Recognizes potential of stealth technology in use
• Republic Reinforcements Arrive [Detailed in Fleet]
• Pryce gives two datachits with Anton's rant to a Lieutenant to deliver to a pilot
• Formation moves forward, NRV Starchaser and 2 Bothan Cruisers fire on Felrig and Fandal
• Starchild opens up turbolasers and megamasers on Anton's Flagship

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Kuat City and then Wastes
Allies: [member="Jade Solus Skirae"]
Enemeis: @Lace Vi’dreya and @Aya Clark

As Adenn walked towards the wastelands, he turned his head towards the person walking with him, [member="Jade Solus Skirae"]. She had accompanied him for her own mission, one that Adenn didn’t feel the need to ask about. However, he did see that she might be interested in what they were doing headed so far out. Turning his head towards her, he spoke up.
“I want us to get away from the main section of fighting. We’d fit in perfectly there, but right now they no doubt want something calmer than a bunch of Mando “warmongers” as they call us.” Adenn chuckled dryly before looking ahead again. “Along with that, I saw some ships land out in the wastes, so I thought we could pay them a visit. Before we kick them off this planet.”

With that said, Adenn kept walking. By this time, sounds of fighting began to permeate the surrounding area. Shaking his head to himself, Adenn picked up his pace, and subsequently, his men did the same. At the same time, they took the shields from their backs and into held them on their left arm. In their right hand, they took out a mixture of westars, ranging from westar 35 blaster pistols, to the westar carbine. Adenn himself equipped his shield and pulled out the Westar carbine.
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It took a few minutes, but they eventually got to the Wastes. Thankfully they hadn’t been harassed, but Adenn had spotted several CIS patrols. He had decided to ignore those though, they were more trouble than they were worth. However, when he arrived at the wastes, Adenn took his time to study his surroundings first. He’d fight here after all, best to know where and how one would be fighting.

Keeping that in mind, Adenn began to head towards the area where the ship had landed. He knew that his men wanted to fight, and most likely Jade as well. Hopefully then whoever was on that ship would be a good challenge. He then turned to his men and Jade.
“Alright listen up everyone. A ship landed somewhere here, and we’re going to deal with their occupants. First though, we need to find them. So, if you see something, say something.”

With that, they started to spread out in search of enemies.