The Floating Labyrinth

[Sovereign Storyteller]

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The Floating Labyrinth

Between Formos and Eadu, a large fleet gathers. Consisting of Junkers, clearly salvaged ships and ‘Ugly’ fighters, it could easily be assumed this was a bunch of vagrants and scavengers, looking for a place to lay low. The ship right at the front, a massive and ancient beast of a vessel, was the target. Filled with dangerous Draxite warriors and the Warlord Kraskan, the fleet’s travelling towards Formos could not be allowed to continue.

Mainly having a population of various colonies, business and underhanded groups, Formos had no official fleet or defense force. Calling for aid from nearby organisations that could provide it, the Sovereignty answered the call, refusing to let pirates of this magnitude operate anywhere near their space.

The briefing and call had already gone out across the Navy and the Army, who would be jointly dealing with this crisis. An entire fleet had been mobilized to deal with this massive threat, with special insertion teams, starfighter squadrons and marine platoons prepared to deal with anything tagging along for the ride.

Objectives​

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• Gold Team: Capture the Warlord Kraskan from his massive ship, to help understand Draxite behaviour and to put him on trial for his crimes against the Sovereignty and people of the galaxy at large.
• Black Team: Board Kraskan’s ship and fight your way to the reactor, overloading it and rigging it to explode, so the Draxites may never have their chance to use this ship again.
• White Team: Board the cruiser of Kraskan’s right hand, eliminate as many Draxites as possible and put the ship on a course to collide with the Warlord’s vessel and ram it into as many of the other ships as possible before it explodes. Ensure you are off the vessel before it begins ramming the others.
• Fleet: Whether using a Cruiser, Frigate, Corvette or Starfighter, any and all personnel that wish to fight in the dangers of space will be sorely needed to hold the Draxite fleet in place while the other teams complete their objective to cripple them; once those are completed, Fleet should be able to mop up the rest.

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[member="DT-2417"] [member="Zedd Harkor"] [member="Kalo Draxler"] [member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Lavidean Dramath"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Kaira Ignis"] [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Arador Kahn"] @Ahdaka

 

[Roella Arwyn]

Formosi Space
Inside Sovereign shuttle "Golden Horizon"
Gold Team

Roella of the House Arwyn knelt on the surface of the shuttle as it hurtled through space, joined by fifty of her fellow Talravani. Fifty knights, sword swords of House Arwyn, that had volunteered to come to her aide after hearing of her bravery in the battle of Eadu. Wielding vibroswords, vibroaxes, maces, spears, and bows, they were prepared to follow the princess into the jaws of death and hell. And on this day, it seemed as though that may be just where she was going to lead them.

Pirates. Draxite pirates, swarming in an "Ugly" fleet. Roella hated pirates. They had plagued Talravin for tens of thousands of years, raiding, reaving, and pillaging. Many of the knights with her now had earned the 'sirrah' before their name by defeating pirate captains and lords in battle. She was eager to spill these one's blood on her blade.

". . . Seven Sisters of Song, guide our hand in battle this day, grant us the strength to dole justice to the unjust, retribution to the wicked, and judgement upon the unworthy."

She finished the prayer to a chorus of affirmatives, and the knights stood. Brave women, all of them. Roella felt her heart swell with pride, knowing they trusted her to lead them to glory. The ship continued to make its way to the enemy flag-ship, a monstrosity of a vessel. They would achieve their objective, or die.

For the Sovereignty.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Armour​

Location: S-Wing, Formosi Space​

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Varik had missed this feeling. As he stared out into space from the inside of his S-Wing's view window, he looked to his left, and to the Golden Horizon. They were making the approach now, and he would be damned if these teams weren't going to make it. Other fighters had formed up as the Horizon's escorts, as part of his squadron. Varik reached down, adjusting the controls slightly as he looked up towards the beast of a ship once more. He trusted the teams they'd arranged. They were the best, he had faith this could be done.

He just didn't expect them to have so many fighters. It was sudden, almost as though they'd crossed over a threshold. Swarms of enemy fighters began to pour out from underneath the ship like a dam had burst, and before his squadron knew it, they were on him. "Spread out! Protect this transport!" He'd be damned if he was going to let Gold Team die in space. Before they'd even got a chance to show what they were made of.

Varik rushed forward, firing the main laser cannons of the weapon into a couple of enemy interceptors; figuring he got enough attention as one exploded and another managed to crash into a third before it did, he began evasive manouvers. He lead a small group, maybe 4 of them off from the transport and under their own ship, weaving through the random outcroppings and added on decorations, with a couple of his pursuers meeting their fate there.

His gaze didn't move as he heard the radio. "Someone get these guys off me!" He fired forward, destroying a small outward turret on the ship and causing an explosion; enough of one to give him the smoke he needed. As soon as he was through the smoke, out of the enemy pilots' sight, he used the force to his advantage. They were coming around one side of the smoke each, he could feel it. Suddenly, he turned down the thrusters, almost stopping dead as the fighters raced past him. As they did, one was shot and exploded immediately, the other's engine was knocked out; he spun out into nearby space.

Quickly moving back around to his previous position. Varik followed the location of the pilot needing help. He adjusted scanners to track the targets, speaking firmly. "The rest of you, focus on the Horizon. They're mine." Speeding up, Ice began to close in on them. They were close ahead, and looked like more advanced craft; for more competent pilots, most likely. Most of the enemy fighters were terrible, outdated craft designs that had likely been scavenged or cobbled together. These, though?...Stolen, most likely. As his targeting finally lined up, Varik's thumb came down on a button to fire, and two proton missles came screaming from his S-Wing.

Both pilots split off in different directions, both being followed. Varik knew they would get picked off - things were going well so far, if they could just keep this up, he knew they'd get those transports on there soon.

[member="Roella Arwyn"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Formosa Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Black Team​

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The Bounty Hunter floated amidst the battle that raged on in Formosi Space, starfighters roared past him as frigates, destroyers and so on lit up the void with a flurry of colourful lights. And Fett rocketed through it all on a straight path, coming to a few close calls that almost deemed him road kill. What an awful way to go for someone of such high prestige. The Draxite Capital ship is what he ultimately landed on, his feet magnetically locking onto the exterior as he peered through a viewport to come visor-to-eye with Draxite Pirates. They stood in awe as a plasma cutter was brought to the glass.

It seared away at the glass as they frantically made their attempt at an escape. Yet in the end it didn't necessarily matter, for when the breach was made all the air in that section of the ship was sucked out, the Draxites nearby along with it until the lockdown was made. Even the Mandalorian was forced backwards, floating once more, however the use of a jetpack made it an easy task to make his way back inside. His feet magnetically locking with the interior this time, pacing along throughout the vessel filled with blood thirsty pirates. It wasn't the first time.

 

[Soundwave]

Arador Kahn​

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Board Cruiser and Wreak Havoc | Objective​

White Team | Company​

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A sizable fighter escort guided a small squadron of transports towards a rather large cruiser in the Draxite battle group. As of now, Arador was crammed in with a squad of shock troopers ready to wreak havoc aboard the ship once they deployed. Their primary objective in this endeavor was to neutralize the crew and secure the ship. Once they had taken control of the ship it would be set to ram the Draxite commander's ship and they would all be on their merry way. Arador would check his weapons as he patiently waited for the shuttles to reach the hangar. The occasional jostle of the transport as it narrowly missed imminent and instantaneous death barely seeming to nerve the hunter.

There would be a blinking light as the pilot's voice came on over the comms, " Hang on tight, this is going to be a rough landing. " One of the fighter escorts would peel ahead as they chased after an interceptor, lighting up the enemy ship from behind as it attempted to make it to the cruiser. It failed in its endeavor as its engines burst into flames and it began to spiral towards the open hangar. The interceptor would crash into the hangar as it skidded along the floor, trailing fire before finally bursting into flames as it sent Draxites scattering. The transports would land as the fighter escort peeled off, the ramps lowering as dozens of shock troopers with their capes stormed out and began to neutralize the Draxites in the hangar.

Arador would be the last one to disembark, not keen on being the first to go down in a boarding op as he raised both of his weapons up in each hand. His HUD lit up as it began to identify hostile contacts and highlight them. A simple twitch of his hands would send them up as both barrels leveled themselves to head level. He would squeeze the trigger of 'Howl' and hold it before releasing it, a contained orb of sound flying out at some cargo crates the Draxites were using as cover. Upon impact it would shatter the crate as well as releasing an ear piercing wail that caused the Draxites using it as cover to grab at their ears in an attempt to block out the sound. There would be an opening as they revealed themselves to Arador, his 'Shatter' twitching to the side as a burst of blaster bolts fired in rapid succession, finding their marks right between all four of each Draxite's eyes.

Their heads would snap back at a sickening angle as they fell back dead. It would not be long before the hangar had been neutralized and Arador began to issue out orders. " You take two squads and go secure the engine room. Four squads of you will sweep the ship, hunter kill teams. Three teams of you will stay in the hangar, and the rest of you idiots with capes are with me. " Arador would motion for them to split up as he took the squad that remained with him on their way to the bridge to neutralize it.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Formosa Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Black Team w/ Assistance to Gold & White Team​

The layout of the shuttle interior glinted in the dim lighting, the newly forged transport that carried the insertion team to the Draxite Battlecrusier filled with troops in their black and gold uniforms, capes draping off their backs in a still and dormant manner. Everything was new, changed, would need time to get used to; from the transport they traveled within to the armor to the very weapons that sat within their grasps and their holsters. Most of the men and women stood behind the lone figure at the very front of the team never said a word and dared not move. This was their hour, their time to show not only the Sovereignty just what their army could do but to impress that very same figure that stood before them, looking towards the landing ramp with a frozen stance, not even moving a muscle. Rumors spread quickly within the steadily growing force that was the Sovereign Army, namely about the General that the High Sovereign himself had rescued from the depths of hell itself. He wasn't a man then, more so a husk, a puppet that once blindly followed his orders to the letter only to have the binds that kept him in his place violently snap as he watched the only thing he had akin to brotherhood clawed away from him.

The man that had been to hell and back was stood before them, silently waiting. The plan was direct, aggressive, the most rapid motion toward bloodshed. Rather than some complex exterior landing and breaching into the ship from the hull, the more direct approach of entering the hangar located at the side of the Draxite vessel and fighting their way through the aliens aboard to the reactor where they would plant charges and seal the fate of the pirates of such sheer scale that left unchecked would reave and pillage Sovereignty space and beyond. As communications opened up to the other pilots of the various shuttles, the scale of the joint operation opened up to the General. For a first large scale operation, they were going all-in rather than being skittish with the assets deployed to deal with this threat. As the pilots reported their status and their evasive maneuvers to avoid the heavy firepower both sent at them and the Sovereign Fleet that moved in to engage, the swamps of Dagobah were still fresh on his mind. Pestilence had been his family, the only sense of the word since his ascension into the ranks of Imperial Special Forces; the men and women behind him were less than that. Assets, that's what they were, made to the standard he expected for one purpose and one purpose only.

Take as many of the karks to hell as they could before they died.

The final stretch for the pilots and their transports towards the hangars of the Draxite Battlecrusier, one or two of the transports being blown out of the sky as they made their swift entrance into the hangar, going at such a speed that the shuttles sparked and grinded against the metallic flooring of the enemy vessel. The ramps lowered and all hell was let loose. Troops began unloading in mass numbers, immediately engaging the Draxites in range; like a earth-shaking orchestra, the A-400s and SHB-12s opened up in coordinated fire among the soldiers of the Sovereignty to any and all nearby threats to their shuttles, coordinating themselves into squads to begin moving toward their objectives as the plans had dictated; whilst a majority would be assigned to reaching the reactor, elements were sent to also assist with the other teams and their objectives to ensure that the enemy was beset on all sides and forced to spread themselves to beat back the incoming invaders at every side. Among the shifting tides of troops to move deeper into the enemy ship, the General strode along with purpose, sidearm kept firmly within his hand. As a wounded Draxite was left to squirm about on the floor by the sea of golden armor and flowing capes, its four eyes were set upon the lone figure that stopped to give it its last attention. Three blaster shots later, the deed was done.

"General Vestille Thumahra to all units, proceed with your objectives. Wipe the floor with these chitbags."

There would be no voice masking to hide his voice now, not anymore. The clear venom and indirect anger was a change known only to himself.

Did he even notice it?

 

[Zedd Harkor]

Supreme Admiral Zedd Harkor​

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Formosi Space, Kessel Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

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Fleet​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyOezaeH00M​

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The Sovereign Navy had bid their time lying in wait, their small armada like that of snakes in the grass.

It was only rational to be so, considering the overwhelming opposition they'd be facing in the coming battle. Of course, lying in wait implied the presumption that the Sovereign Navy had a plan - in which they did, and a formidable one at that. The flagship of the Sovereign Navy in this engagement was an Imperial Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer, scavenged from one of the skirmishes of the Imperial Occupation of the equivocal AJ-27 Hex, when the Galactic Empire declared war against the old Silver Jedi Order. The Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer would serve as an interdictor vessel, to prevent the escorts of the Draxite-Pirate Battlecruiser from escaping. The Draxite-Pirate Battlecruiser would then be forced to play at the game of the Sovereign Navy, as the battlecruiser is obliged to defend it's escorts, and the way to do that, is to destroy the ship (the Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer) that's interdicting them. The Sovereign Navy would then play what was effectively a cat-and-mouse game around the circumference of a gas giant with the Tyrant-Class, whilst the navy traded back fire, and would allow for the Gold, Black, and White Teams to make their boarding actions to see the resolution of the battle in their favor.

Supreme Admiral Zedd Harkor stood at the bridge of the newly-minted Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer, amidst an organized crowd of Sovereign Naval Officers at the bridge, gathered at their respective terminals, one officer emerged - a lieutenant - from behind the Zedd Harkor, as he stared out with a piercing gaze out towards the cosmos. The lieutenant spoke.

"Supreme Admiral Harkor, sir-", spoke the Lieutenant in a dry tone of voice, as Harkor had turn't around to informally meet the eyes of his subordinate, "We have them.", said he, indicating that the Draxite-Pirate fleet had been pulled out of hyperspace with the exception of the main battlecruiser, which would no doubt make it's presence known on the battlefield soon after their escorts were pulled out of hyperspace.

"Good.", responded Harkor, "Open fire on those cruisers, frigates, and corvettes.", ordered he, as bridge personnel began to feverishly brush about the bridge to respond to the Admiral's orders. "We've only a small window of time to take out some of their escorts before their flagship is on the playing field. Make every second count until then. Once the Battlecruiser arrives, hold the line."

The Sovereign Navy began to open-fire on the majority of the Draxite-Fleet, with the exception of the main battlecruiser. It wasn't long before the battlecruiser would make exit from Hyperspace to defend it's fleet, all the while, the white, black, and gold teams would've used this time to perform their assigned objectives. The Sovereign Navy had the Draxite-Pirate Fleet right where they wanted them. Their success, would also be variable on the teams' success on their objectives, in accordance with their joint operation. The Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer slid back behind the main fighting, engaging the tactical-blob of the Draxite-Pirate fleet with long-range fire, with the deliberate intent of buying all of the time the teams would need to complete their objectives, as the Draxite Fleet would need to destroy the vessel main whilst simultaneously being attacked against the rest of the Sovereign Navy's arsenal of cruisers, frigates, and corvettes.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Formosi Space
Inside Sovereign shuttle "Golden Horizon"
Gold Team

The prayers of the Knights. Well known for devout religion of becoming a Knight for our Queendom. However, I saw no zealotry within myself. Standing off to the side of the women warriors that gathered, They all wielding swords, axes, and other various bladed weapons. Dressed in ornamental armor and embellished with gold and silver and songsteel. The Sword of the throne within the hands of Roella made me clench my fists together hard. These women were strong and powerful yes. These women were well able led and fought. However, they were no leaders or representatives of mine.

I resented every one of them. While this anger was not directly at the women as people, more so the society that was constructed around them. Gifting them with treasures and desires beyond my own dreams. Yet even in this wide galaxy, I was still held to those standards. It was a travesty. In servitude to the heir simply because I had a "fifth limb." I would not climb in the ranks, nor gain anything extra. Once Roella had spoken her prayer and the women were beginning to prep themselves for battle, I simply walked over to her side and spoke in a soft whisper to her.

"The naivete of you to hope for a non existent being to aid you."

Leaning back up away from her ear, I knew I would likely be chastised for my actions. I cared not. Taking a stab at this girl with a verbal blade was enough for me. I reached up and adjusted my hat and looked over to her and spoke cleanly and concise.

"I don't like this any more than you do, but I am required to be at your side. Queen's orders."

[member="Roella Arwyn"], [member="DT-2417"],

 

[Roella Arwyn]

Formosi Space
Inside "Golden Horizon"
Gold Team

Roella of the House Arwyn payed little attention to the manling that her mother had sent with her. It irked her enough for him to be in her general vicinity, and his mocking of her goddesses and way of life were a thing she had long since gotten used to. Her crystal eyes swung to him, slightly narrowed.

"It has been the way of our people to pray to the Seven Sisters before battle since the founding days of our Queendom, servant. If one manling's doubts were enough to dissuade a warrior from her course, we would have long since given up on our way of life."

The redhead turned her gaze away from him, back to the knights, preparing themselves for battle.

"I am bound by laws older than even our world to obey my mother, so I shall keep you with me. However, she said nothing about protecting you in battle myself."

She shrugged, adjusting Thorne and Dawn on her back.

"Watch your back, Shaun Irons, for I shall not."

She didn't mean it, of course. Shaun was not trained in battle such as her. He was weaker, and she was a princess. She would protect him, no matter how much she disliked him. But he did not need to know that.

The pilot called from the cockpit. They were approaching. Roella swallowed, grasping the hilt of Thorne. The barbs pierced her skin, blood running down the sword's hilt as she drew it, slinging Dawn in the other hand.

"Here we are. Knights! Prepare to board! For the Sovereign, For Talravin, For House Arwyn!"

The shuttle hurtled into the hangar, and landed as it was pelted with blaster bolts. The doors opened, and hell burst onto the Talravani. They poured out, some falling at once, others making it out. Those with bows fired their arrows, everyone else charged forward.

Now. For the glory of the Sovereignty.

[member="Varik Ice"] @Shaun Irons

 

[Vora Kaar]

Formosi Space
Inside Sovereign shuttle "Golden Horizon"
Gold Team

The words of the warrior princess were stoic. Formed deeply in her religion. She believed in these gods because "they" had given her and the other Knights everything handed to them. Yes, while I did know that they did work to become warriors, I know for a fact that the armor, and weapons were not created by them. I knew for a fact that they did not work to keep their armor clean. I worked to keep it clean. I worked to sharpen them. I worked to make sure they were well maintained while they dined upon steaks the size of my head and drank wine that cost more than my farm back home. They were given a life of luxury. No matter what their faith was in, it was placed in an ideal that was older than time itself.

People who believed in other beings who did not exist.

I did not respond to the threat of not protecting me. However, I had a feeling that she would regardless of our qualms. As much as I was just a manling to her, I was likely one of the few people that her mother could have appointed to her, that could keep up. Her mother knew that I would question this future queen and most if not all of her rulings. However, I kept my voice to myself as we landed. Blaster fire erupted and took out a few right off the bat. I felt bad for them. Hyping themselves up only to perish a moment later. As is the life of war. Even as they fell, I rushed over to them to make sure they were alive and just sustained wounds instead of deathly injuries.

One of the first women I rushed over to was still moving. She clutched her weapon arm with her shield up to defend herself as much as she can while on the ground. Racing over, I slid down to my rear and stopped right next to her. Pushing her arm open just a tad so I could place my back against her arm within the shield. Essentially forcing her to hug me. The look through the visor I could see was not pleasant, but she understood why.

"Where is your weapon?"
"There."

Indicating with a toss of her head instead of her arm clutched close to her chest, I looked to see the vibrosword laying on the ground. I nodded my head as I took out my dagger. She eyed me widely as I cut the fabric on her arm. Attempting to get to the skin. She fought me for a moment when I dropped the dagger an shoved my face closer to the visor of her helmet.

"Let me see if you broke any damned bones woman!"

She realizing now that I was not going to kill her, I looked her arm over. Blast burns from bolt that struck her, but the armor prevented most of the damage. Turning around just a tad, I slinked her arm out of her shield, and put my own in. She looked at me with a fury that I thought was only able to be given by the Warrior princess I was with. However, I helped her stand up and held the shield up and out to protect us as I walked her over to her sword. Kicking it with my foot up into the air, She caught it with her bad arm, and winched, but would live. Dropping her back onto the ship, I closed the door.

However, I still had her shield on me. Oh well. I guess I will use it and return it to her when I was done. Rushing back once more into the battle to catch up to the other ladies who were fighting bravely against the forces.

[member="Roella Arwyn"], [member="DT-2417"], [member="Varik Ice"],

 

[Proxy-1]

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Formosa Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Operations Support - Gold and Black Teams​

[member="Shaun Irons"]; [member="Roella Arwyn"].​

By all accounts, it was the hot topic for the hour: what good could praying before a battle do? What good could a "non-existent being" do, as so elegantly put by one of the operatives fighting below? As the battle went on, it almost seemed like the deity had been absent: Draxite pirates made every effort to stand their ground, whether it be by blaster or brawl, as the knights and ensemble advanced. Maybe the cynical Shaun was right? A series of explosions erupting throughout the hangar, blasting oncoming pirates apart as they fired from cover and rushed to join the fray, might stand to prove Shaun half wrong.

It's not that random explosions in Draxite ships were uncommon: quite the contrary, as it happened. Yet, wasn't it awfully convenient? The explosions tore pirates out of the positions and blew reinforcements back and wide, need not mention the explosions going off sequentially. Although a convenient set of explosions weren't the only oddity for Gold Team: abruptly, the airlock door closest to the port bow slid open to reveal empty space on the other side.
"Move through that airlock, to your left that just opened." came an unfamiliar voice from the operative's holocommunicators. It was foreign: it carried a rasp that had never came over the frequency before in the operation. "More pirates are on the way, but I'm forcing a lot of them away from that route. It won't last long, but it'll get you out of that."

Overhead, as a quick series of steps echoed from the catwalks, someone quietly enjoyed the thought of what a "non-existent being" had just done; although, the key word was half. An airlock quietly hissed open before quickly closing again.

 

[Sovereign Storyteller]

Kraskan​

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As the fighting raged not only in his ship but in the fleet around it, Kraskan was doing the same, destroying some small instruments on his bridge after having killed one of the crew members there. The Draxite's mind had degenerated long ago - all that consumed him now was the desire to kill and take, burn and raze, to lash out and hurt as much as he could with what life he had left. Opening up communications, he barked orders to everyone he could, his addled mind trying to keep everything under control and make his soldiers believe they could never lose.

Four corvettes and a Cruiser turned towards the Sovereignty flagship. As the Cruiser opened fire, the objective was to distract and put pressure on the shields - the Corvettes were putting everything into speed and acceleration, rocketing as quickly as they could towards the Star Destroyer in suicide attempts. They believed they would be able to work together to ram the Destroyer - that was what Kraskan had told them. If they were smart, he would have put them on the bigger ships, after all. In reality, their reactors, charged as he instructed would cause them to explode right into the Star Destroyer on impact, and by the time they realized their fates it wouldn't be quick enough.

- [member="Zedd Harkor"]

Watching the cameras, Kraskan coordinated his soldiers against their attackers - The Draxites fighting Gold Team were told to put pressure on - Kraskan saw they were thinner, smaller than some other humanoids. Females or simply some other species, he didn't know. As the Knights and soldiers funneled out, a Draxite on the upward catwalks fired a rocket towards the shuttle, the incoming explosion threatening to send soldiers, corpses and charred equipment flying around the hangar. Draxites began to funnel out in force, seeing Gold Team in their mind as a weak link. Blaster bolts began to fill the scene of the hangar, along with the roaring cries of the Draxites.

- [member="Roella Arwyn"] [member="Shaun Irons"]

Kraskan saw that for his soldiers fighting Black Team, they had already been pushed past the Hangar. For them, he coordinated ambushes; using the winding corridors, confusing layout and ventilation shafts, soldiers were grabbed and dragged away, shot, stabbed, ripped by claws, bitten and one had his head twisted clean off of his body by a particularly strong pirate. For the Mandalorian, one that Kraskan knew was dangerous or he wouldn't be alone, he set up three of his most capable; one had a wrist mounted cable launcher, planning to either catch his legs or all around him, while one would open fire, and with Fett distracted on him, the third would emerge with a vibroknife. Kraskan could tell which was the general, setting up a crossfire situation with him, hoping to catch him inbetween three meeting corridors and having a couple of soldiers set up on each one, to try and catch him inbetween all their shots.

- [member="DT-2417"] [member="Koda Fett"]

For White Team, things would be a bit trickier. The defenses on the cruiser were pre-planned thanks to how skittish the Captain was - there were traps around corners that sent spikes into chests and necks or from the ceiling, hidden tripwires that set off rigged slugthrowers and explosives hidden beneath the slightly shifting panels of the floor below them. Some soldiers were not so lucky, with at least one having a large spike crack through his visor and face, another having her legs blown off beneath her and the rest of her squad wounded thanks to a small explosive mine.

- [member="Arador Kahn"]

Amongst all of the carnage, something was putting Kraskan off. He swore there was an explosion earlier. What was it that bothered him? Draxites usually set off explosions like that all the time, but...something was wrong with it. It wasn't his kind of explosion. He would kill someone for it later, to put himself at ease when all of these intruders were floating in space.

- [member="Proxy-1"]

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Formosi Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Black Team​

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Fett moved throughout the halls in a hunched position almost, his helmet's sensors pinging with each Draxite movement - above, below, even on the same floor. They moved all around him, but he continued on his path towards the engines. It was what he was paid for after all. The halls were oddly quiet, however, no voices made their presence known and the distant footsteps of Draxite Pirates faded into the flagship. The muffled sounds of Naval Combat barely audible as it hid within the background of the Mandalorian's mind.

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Watch out for things that go too well.​

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His thoughts went back to those words from a certain someone's code. They wandered too, devising the possibilities as to why this was as easy at it was, at least so far. Then came the pings. Within his helmet the motion sensors went wild, displaying two signatures ahead of him and nothing behind him, the third Draxite must've been moving a lot less than the other two. His carbine was raised ahead of him, watching the corner and waiting for them to come right around the corner to face him.

With speed they rounded the corner. The first one darting across, in front of Fett - from the quick observation he made he no blaster and so the second one was his main target. A shot came towards the Bounty Hunter who narrowly avoided it by ducking and weaving, a shot of his own ready to be fired as a sudden cord latched onto his legs and ripped him from his feet. Another shot moving into the space in which Koda once was. He was caught off-guard, being dragged along the floor as a third signature appeared behind him. Though Fett's carbine shifted it's aim towards the blaster wielding Pirate, a trio of bolts impacting with it. The armed Draxite falling backwards, emitting a pained screech as it announced itself as dead.

Fett's carbine made it's way towards the Draxite Pirate in-charge of the whipcord as a third Draxite made it's way towards Koda, lunging at him with a vibroknife from behind. With a hasty yet effective decision, the jetpack on the Bounty Hunter's back spat flames out of it's bottom, forcing the whipcord wielding Pirate to be dragged along the floor after colliding with the lunging Draxite mid-air. The two attempted to stand after they both landed on the ground with a thud, but they couldn't, a blaster bolt landed within each of them as Koda Fett stood before them.

Kraskan's most capable were no match for the Bounty Hunter. As he continued on his stride a helmeted gaze was directed up towards a camera of sorts, staring at it until he went by. His steps slow and deliberately so. He expected more to come, and when they did they would suffer the same fate.

 

[Roella Arwyn]

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Formosi Space
Inside Draxite Flagship
Gold Team

Death visited the Talravani that day, and it's name was 'blaster bolt'. There was little cover in the hangar, and not every knight had the benefit of a songsteel shield. They dropped like flies, their metal armor smoking as it melted. The Draxites were putting on the pressure, and the knights were buckling. Almost fifteen of their number went down in the first volley, alone.

Roella of the House Arwyn was saved by her shield. The songsteel surface deflected blaster bolts from its surface, though she could still feel the heat through the metal and leather underneath. She watched with horror as her people were cut down in front of her, helpless to retaliate, unable to close in before being blasted. There was nothing she could do-

That was when she heard the voice, and saw the explosions. Her eyes were wide. Perhaps her goddesses had been listening, after all. Just as she turned back to the few remaining knights to shout, she spotted the rocket hurtling towards them. Time seemed to almost slow. It was over. What chance did she, Shaun, and perhaps five knights stand against a rocket?

Roella of the House Arwyn sent a quick prayer to her goddesses, and closed her eyes, waiting for the searing heat that would herald the end.

[member="Shaun Irons"], [member="Varik Ice"], [member="Proxy-1"]

 

[Zedd Harkor]

Supreme Admiral Zedd Harkor​

Formosi Space, Kessel Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Fleet​

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“Supreme Admiral, Sir – we’ve multiple contacts on screen nearing.”, piped up one of the bridge personnel, that operated on one of the many terminals on the bridge. “Four corvettes, one cruiser. Travelling at ramming speed towards our vessel.”, finished she, in a formal, yet hastefully-spoken tone of voice. Afterward, another member of the bridge personnel spoke up, this time a male, that also spoke in a formal tone of voice, for the wide variety of respect that was held for the Supreme Admiral, and the status he’d built; “Sir – based on our readings, it appears there’s an unusual increase in their power consumption by the vessel.”

The Admiralty tucked his chin for a moment of pensiveness and thought, not offering a glance to neither bridge personnel. Harkor ran through a multitude of possibilities through his head. As experience and his own intellect had spoke to him, it was barely long before he raised his head back cup to return a verbal response, as he stared down the bridge, speaking to the unitary body of everyone; “These worthless savages are turning their own ships into speeding bombs.”, spoke Harkor, to his crew. There was an audible commotion of the bridge, before Harkor returned to speaking.

“Ping vessels SNV Utopia, SNV Triumph, and SNV Discovery.”, said he, again, “Order them to concentrate fire on the center cruiser. They’re all vulnerable due to their extraneous power outputs. Once it’s blown, the corresponding explosions will hit the nearby corvettes and cruiser in collateral damage. If that doesn’t do it for the flotilla, fire-at-will, it’ll be picking up the scraps then.”, ordered him of his crew. “Don’t give them an inch. If they make it past our firepower with a successful ramming action, be prepared to transfer all non-vital power to the interdiction device. We're not losing out on our bounty because of the reckless abandon of a couple worthless, insignificant screening vessels.”

It wasn’t long before the escort vessels of the Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer and the Tyrant-Class Star Destroyer opened fire on the flotilla of Draxite-Pirate ships, doing so in response to the aggressive assault given by the flotilla of Draxite-Pirate Fleet. Supreme Admiral Harkor bit his lip, his arms folded, and his eyebrows furrowed, as he engagedly stared out to the oncoming onslaught of the Draxite Fleet, mentally prepared to issue any order at whim. The Draxite-Cruiser would vanish within seconds against the sustained assault of a star destroyer and it's escort vessels.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Formosi Space
Inside Sovereign shuttle "Golden Horizon"
Gold Team

There are many things that one could do. Many reasons one could defend and protect another person. With the shield still in my arm, I rushed out towards Roella as I saw she was just standing still in the mass of battle. Why was she standing still? What was she doing. Rushing over to her, The other Knights around us who were still alive seemed to all be fighting for their lives. Fighting in places of desperate need. There was no way that we could take this area without more forces, or more powerful allies. Roella was fairly new to real battles. As well as I.

Reaching her, I dropped the shield to It was then I saw a missile headed straight ahead. One aimed towards the Knights. I wanted to do something. Even though I hated the idea of protecting them, I was also worried for myself and Roella. I didn't want her to be struck down, and thus be on the run from my own people. Yet, there was something inside of me, something I felt was off.

Indistinctly I moved in front of the Heir to the House of Arwyn, and thrust my hands out to either side of me with force. I felt a power unlike any before coursing through my veins. My body burned and heated up so much that it was painful. I could feel hot blood running down my nose and into my mouth as I extended myself.

Around us suddenly was a purple barrier of swirling "liquid" that seemed to create a dome around us, and a large majority of the knights. Forming completely just as the rocket smacked hard into the barrier. The explosion rocked the ship and sent flames and debris everywhere to kill just about every creature within close proximity to it. However, as the smoke subsided, the barrier was now gone with myself and a large amount of the knights still standing as the rocket was almost harmlessly ended.

I however felt weak in the knees. I watched as my vision was leaving me with flashing lights everywhere. All I felt was my body hit the floor before darkness.

[member="Roella Arwyn"], [member="Sovereign Storyteller"], [member="Proxy-1"], [member="Varik Ice"],

 

[Dom Sicarius]

Ensign Dom Sicarius​

Formosi Space​

Fleet - General​

S-Wing​

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As the dull thuds of the ongoing battle could be heard, Dom ran through the halls from the briefing room with a number of other pilots; he had just been assigned to his first squadron as a brand new Ensign and was ready to do his part for the Sovereignty. Helmet in one hand as he hit the hangar doors, skidding around them before making a dive for the cockpit. He went through the recently memorised startup sequence as he set on his helmet; "This is Havoc-4 reporting in. Lifting off and moving out."

Time slowed, controlling his breathing as he pulled the S-Wing upwards and out of the hangar it was in. Flying outwards and finishing off the startup sequence, he looked out of the cockpit itself to the ongoing battle, drawing a breath with one of few shocked expressions he had held; It was an impressive sight to say the least. Dom pushed the nose down slightly to veer towards the rest of his squadron, ready for orders as they moved forward to the ongoing battle.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Vestille Thumahra​

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Formosa Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Black Team w/ Assistance to Gold & White Team​

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This place was a death trap.

As his troops pushed further into the hangar and engaged the Draxites within the Battlecruiser, the men and women of the Sovereign Army began to realize just how twisting the hallways before them were and how stacked the Draxites had made the situation against them. The troops advanced, the flowing of capes creating a sea to the thunder of boots and the clattering of armor as the tide shifted forward. The deeper they went in, out of the main hangar and into the labyrinth of a vessel, complications started to arise, and not the sort that could be solved easily. Communications were alive with talk of the aliens hiding out in the ventilation, waiting for their prey to run underneath and deliver the killing blow from above through various means. It was not a pretty sight, the hallways become the resting place for alien and Sovereign Soldier alike with the repaints of red. Despite all this, the Sovereign Army continued their push, all thanks to one man.

It didn't matter what you said about the man, when he wanted something done, there wasn't a thing in hell that could stop him. Zealous, unwavering and perhaps most importantly, brutal. As the tide of soldiers continued their push inward, the flowing cloak of General Thumahra and the perhaps heavier step to his foot that left its blood red mark upon the metallic flooring gave the nearby troops a willingness to fight; through either fear or inspiration of being near their General. The painted picture of the man who had once been a Death Trooper left a mixed opinion among his troops after all, some felt intimidated by his presence, sharpness and overall hostility. Others, on the other hand, saw the man as a hero, a man to follow, someone who would never let defeat get its way, no matter the cost.

Perhaps they simply didn't hear what brought the man to lead them in the first place.

Vestille kept moving forward with the troops of Black Team, through the gauntlet that the Draxtes seemed adamant on sending their guests through, picking them off in the process. Having heard that the Draxites were using the ventilation shafts as ambush points, he called forward troops armed with flamethrowers to begin burning the critters out. He wasn't in control of Special Forces anymore, nor was he stuck with a small team of men. He had an army, filled with willing men and women carrying a large array of specialized equipment and armaments, and the General was ready to put them to good use. Soon enough, bursts of flame began filling the ventilation shafts, burning whatever Draxite was stupid enough to keep hiding to try and keep their tactic going. The setback caused by the unconventional tactics was at the very least temporary as the General kept pushing his men to keep the spearhead thrusting deeper and deeper into the vessel's interior. Heavier firepower was Vestille's plan, utilizing both the A-400s and SHB-12s to create a dual-layer of fire on whatever layer of defense that the Draxites put up against them. Each roadblock put into their way was to be punched through, the reactor had to be found.

It was clear that the leader of the Draxites had been watching, through cameras, to see the progress of the enemy. His men had suggested shooting the cameras to disable the eyes in the sky but, perhaps surprisingly, the General had declined. Deep down, Vestille wanted the Draxite leader to see what was spreading through its ship, what was killing its men in droves. They had the larger force, provoking the Draxite leader into sending all they had at the Sovereign Army would only free up the routes for the other teams. A distraction, a lethal one to be sure, but one that would no doubt be of use in the later stages of the operation. This was only made clear as the General and his men moved towards an interjection of three hallways, where Draxites were waited and opened fire, hoping to catch the General and his men in the crossfire. As his men fell around him, Vestille taking a few shots himself, the bodily adjustments from the program he once stood proudly a part of kicked into play to push his body to the limit. His blaster pistol fired, taking out Draxite after Draxite as the opening skirmish had already left several casualties on the defender's side. As the smoke cleared the room, it appeared that only Vestille and one Draxite were left, who resorted to drawing its combat blade and charging the General.

Dropping his pistol, the General adjusting his arm to catch and lock the arm holding and blade before sending a fist right into the four-eyed freak's face, disorientating the alien. The knife was dropped but Vestille didn't stop there, he wished to send a message, one to the camera that was looking right down at him. As he grabbed the Draxite and held it firmly in a lock during its disorientation, he drew his knife and left his message, deep within the neck of the alien before dropping the lifeless corpse to the floor. Adrenaline was a dangerous mix with venomous hatred, it made the mind that was no doubt already twisted and bent take a whole new monstrous form, one that would care very little for the morality of the actions that it made the body undertake. Did Vestille enjoy what he was doing at that very moment? Nobody knew. As reinforcements arrived and noticed their General covered in several smoking wounds, they asked if he was alright, if he needed medical attention.

He declined, swiftly, grabbing his pistol and pushing even deeper inward.

Into the belly of the beast.

 

[Proxy-1]

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Formosa Space, Kessel Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Operations Support - Gold and Black Teams​

[member="Shaun Irons"]; [member="Roella Arwyn"].​

The lone draxite warrior ran through the upper halls of the flagship, not even giving itself the time to look over its shoulder. Behind it, underneath the catwalks from where it came from, swarms of warriors rushed to engage the 'weak link' - the same team the warrior had opened the path for. If it had the time, it might have even spared the team a bit of hope, yet it didn't: instead, it had to give the team something a bit more tangible.

The airlock parted for the hangar control room to come into view. Through the window, half coated in grime and oils, the lone warrior saw something that made it's teeth clutter in frustration: despite its efforts to stem the flow of the draxite reinforcements, they continued to slam against the team. Yet as it's teeth cluttered, it kept moving: jogging over towards the haphazardous control suite, it reached up and underneath it's left pauldron to produce an entirely foreign gadget: a small and circular bit of equipment with a thick top end. A small compartment on the device flicked open for a lead with exposed wires at the end to thread out, where the warrior simply grasped at a loose panel underneath the control array to tear it away and access the wires underneath.

As the lone warrior went about it's work, the airlock opened behind it once again. The lone warrior craned it's head over it's shoulder to see another draxite warrior: this one with a blaster carbine in its two hands, sitting beneath its already growling face. For the draxite, it had seen enough: another draxite fitting a bug to the hangar controls. It held the carbine out in front of itself and snatched at the trigger, sending a trio of blaster bolts in the direction of the lone warrior; yet, as soon as the bolts had left, the warrior had vanished.

Confused and insulted, the draxite stamped forwards. Where had its kill gone? It initially swung its head from left to right, searching for a slippery target, but then it looked down: to catch a glimpse of a rodent transforming into a full-sized human right underneath its-

In the hand of what was now a naked human man, the vibrodagger found its way into the underside of the draxites neck. Yet it didn't stop there: the knife soon pulled up towards the jaw, while the other hand of the human took the half-corpse by the straps around its chest and threw it into the rooms first corner. What was left was a very different change of scenery: a bloody and naked human standing with a dagger in its hand, standing over a dead draxite in front of draxite warrior attire and a harness of small weapons and gadgets where the lone warrior once was. The airlock door stood open, showing these contents to the outside world - or, at least until the human threw the dagger for the doors control, smacking it with the hilt of the handle to prompt the airlock shut.

As the human strode across the room, the skin of its body cracked and warped until it resembled the lone draxite warrior once again - and once it got back to the control array, it reached down to take its tools back in hand, running through the last of the routine to fit the bug to the computers. With that, the deed was done: and as the lone warrior pulled its clothing back in, fitting the harness underneath its draxite disguise, it took a dataslate from the harness in hand to check the bug. While its expression was stiff, it was feeling relief: with that, the lone warrior had access to the ship's network from the hangar controls, and that was enough. As it turned to leave, its head changed back into that of a human male, although this time it was another one.
"Gold team - try to get through the door I opened. I can cut them off behind you." It could already envision jettisoning the hordes into space.

 

[Soundwave]

Arador Kahn​

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Board Cruiser and Wreak Havoc | Objective​

White Team | Company​

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The ship was in disarray as the several squads of shock troopers that had boarded the vessel spread out across the ship to their assigned destinations and positions, killing any Draxites they came across. Arador with a squad ahead and behind him was heading straight for the bridge after they had sliced into one of the terminals to get a schematic of the ship's layout. His HUD would ping nearby targets just ahead, ready to round the corner as he lifted his weapons up. The squad in front of him would take up positions to the side as they got out of his line of fire.

A pair of Draxites would round the corner, unaware of the presence of intruders by them. They would round the corner chattering amongst themselves before realizing there were people in front of them as they let out a startled shriek. The first Draxite would be knocked back and fly across the corridor as a sonic blast struck him dead in the chest, rupturing all his internal organs as well as fracturing his bones as an ear piercing wail stunned his partner who was subsequently shot in the chest by a trio of blaster rounds.

Arador would motion for his teams to move as his vocoded voice was heard, " Move it. They haven't thrown anything big at us yet, so we have the element of surprise. " The shock troopers continued on as he raised his wrist up to his helmet to contact the other teams. So far nothing was coming up on the end of the other squad leaders, though none of the other objectives that he had ordered them to do had been completed apart from the hangar being secured. Arador would check the ship schematics as his squads took a turn at the next split.