Mando'ade Warrior
Hyperspace
Shadow of Intent
Calore Ships: X
Valerian was quiet as he departed the command deck of his flagship, his mind full of thoughts about the rapidly upcoming mission. The final briefing had gone well, and the young man thought that he'd had made a solid impression, at the very least, he'd not minced his words and left those in attendance doubting his wits. He wasn't nervous, far from it in fact, just full of something more akin to relief; truthfully he'd not expected the members of the Protectors to readily accept him into their fold, much less follow the plan of a man near half the age of many of those who formed the core of it's leadership. But they'd not shot him down, nor denounced him for a fool, but had assisted, provided their own intelligence, and worked with the young alor to form a plan that they could all agree upon. The warriors of Clan Claore had readily accepted, and many had volunteered eagerly, hoping to etch glory into their name and earn themselves a bit of fame.
(Disclaimer: This Section is pure exposition yappery, for most people involved, it's optional reading)
The mission itself was simple enough, and had it's roots in an alor'ads intelligence network within a small group of Imperial Warlords; some puffed up former admiral styled himself ruler over a group rocks, and had apparently made off with enough credits and raw materials to put down a payment on a fleet from the Ord Trasi Shipyards. However, new developments had left him without the capital to pay the rest of the balance, and the fleet languished in a drydock, complete and fully stocked, waiting for the buyer to come collect. It was a decent sized fleet, around two dozen craft, counting the escort corvettes, and taking any number of them would be good, but the real prize was the five Bulwark Mark II Class Star Destroyers. Real deal Imperial durasteel, able to slug it out with the worst of what the galaxy had to offer, those and the rumors of a separate flotilla of ships only described as "Mandalorian" had made the shipyards too tempting for Valerian to ignore.
Several of the ships from his clan, supported by others from the Protectors, would assault the shipyards, utilizing the jamming systems of the Moonshadow to prevent the PDF from responding and turning a heist into a full scale battle. The Shadow of Intent, Mercurial Dawn, and Aurodium Spear would deploy ahead of the rest of the ships of the strike force and deploy assault pods and boarding craft while dispatching the scant few defenders of the shipyards; from there, it would be up to the would be boarders to secure the ships and get them into hyperspace. Apparently, the Governer of Ord Trasi was wary of something like this by the Warlord, and had taken measures to ensure that around a company of soldiers resided on the Star Destroyers, though the garrisons were far less on the other ships of the fleet. He'd not accounted for Mandalorians, and what would happen when a few bold verd caught wind of a group of ships free for the taking.
(Yappery over)
"Dropping out of hyperspace in five minutes, all troops prepare for boarding actions." The sound of the announcement made the Mandalorian put a pep in his step and speed toward the forward assault pods, passing by the hangers to see drop ships filling with soldiers and basilisk war droids being prepped for space combat. Many verd wielded slugthrowers that spat buckshot and prepared to make use of their beskads for the close quarters combat, all of them seemed eager, and it made Valerian wonder if he'd stacked his deck by bringing all of the Haran'verd and Bes'aran but had quickly pushed the thoughts toward the back of his mind. There was no such thing as "fair" especially in war, and he really wanted those ships; they'd bring much needed firepower to the Protectors, and give them far more capability to perform naval operations.
When Valerian finally came toward the drop pods, he was greeted toward the many faces of those who'd be accompanying him, some familiar, some new, each of the Mando'ade who'd signed on for this mission. Regardless of their name or Clan, he was happy to have them all with him, and waved them into the pod to prepare for the combat that was to ensue.
Ord Trasi Shipyards
Claore Ships Present: Shadow of Intent, Mercurial Dawn, Aurodium Spear, and Moonshadow
The Mandalorian strike force dropped out of hyperspace with resonant woosh and began their assault immediately; fighters left hangers, turbolasers illuminated the void, and all manner of assault craft left their lodgings and arced toward the ships that sat in the dry-docks; Drop ships and assault pods, basilisk war droids and star-fighters alike filled the battlespace as each of them began their missions.
The shipyards, large as they were, and very impressive indeed, were woefully unprepared and terribly outgunned, with their only real defense being that of several heavy cruisers that had already began to retaliate against the attackers. They lashed out fiercely, spitting their own plasma back and sending a flurry of fighters out to meet their foe. Though sooner or later, they'd make the realization that help was not coming, and that for the most part, would be left to fend for themselves. The battle had begun, and one could only wonder who would see victory, or survival.
(OOC)
Star Destroyers (Main Objective)
Heart of Tefiti - Flagship
Monarch
Valiance
Praetorian
Conquest
Three unnamed Bulwark Mark V Class Battle Cruisers
Many other ships are here, but I figured that if someone wanted to steal some stuff they could just say that it's there and it'd be here. ANYWAYS ball out kids!
Shadow of Intent
Calore Ships: X
Valerian was quiet as he departed the command deck of his flagship, his mind full of thoughts about the rapidly upcoming mission. The final briefing had gone well, and the young man thought that he'd had made a solid impression, at the very least, he'd not minced his words and left those in attendance doubting his wits. He wasn't nervous, far from it in fact, just full of something more akin to relief; truthfully he'd not expected the members of the Protectors to readily accept him into their fold, much less follow the plan of a man near half the age of many of those who formed the core of it's leadership. But they'd not shot him down, nor denounced him for a fool, but had assisted, provided their own intelligence, and worked with the young alor to form a plan that they could all agree upon. The warriors of Clan Claore had readily accepted, and many had volunteered eagerly, hoping to etch glory into their name and earn themselves a bit of fame.
(Disclaimer: This Section is pure exposition yappery, for most people involved, it's optional reading)
The mission itself was simple enough, and had it's roots in an alor'ads intelligence network within a small group of Imperial Warlords; some puffed up former admiral styled himself ruler over a group rocks, and had apparently made off with enough credits and raw materials to put down a payment on a fleet from the Ord Trasi Shipyards. However, new developments had left him without the capital to pay the rest of the balance, and the fleet languished in a drydock, complete and fully stocked, waiting for the buyer to come collect. It was a decent sized fleet, around two dozen craft, counting the escort corvettes, and taking any number of them would be good, but the real prize was the five Bulwark Mark II Class Star Destroyers. Real deal Imperial durasteel, able to slug it out with the worst of what the galaxy had to offer, those and the rumors of a separate flotilla of ships only described as "Mandalorian" had made the shipyards too tempting for Valerian to ignore.
Several of the ships from his clan, supported by others from the Protectors, would assault the shipyards, utilizing the jamming systems of the Moonshadow to prevent the PDF from responding and turning a heist into a full scale battle. The Shadow of Intent, Mercurial Dawn, and Aurodium Spear would deploy ahead of the rest of the ships of the strike force and deploy assault pods and boarding craft while dispatching the scant few defenders of the shipyards; from there, it would be up to the would be boarders to secure the ships and get them into hyperspace. Apparently, the Governer of Ord Trasi was wary of something like this by the Warlord, and had taken measures to ensure that around a company of soldiers resided on the Star Destroyers, though the garrisons were far less on the other ships of the fleet. He'd not accounted for Mandalorians, and what would happen when a few bold verd caught wind of a group of ships free for the taking.
(Yappery over)
"Dropping out of hyperspace in five minutes, all troops prepare for boarding actions." The sound of the announcement made the Mandalorian put a pep in his step and speed toward the forward assault pods, passing by the hangers to see drop ships filling with soldiers and basilisk war droids being prepped for space combat. Many verd wielded slugthrowers that spat buckshot and prepared to make use of their beskads for the close quarters combat, all of them seemed eager, and it made Valerian wonder if he'd stacked his deck by bringing all of the Haran'verd and Bes'aran but had quickly pushed the thoughts toward the back of his mind. There was no such thing as "fair" especially in war, and he really wanted those ships; they'd bring much needed firepower to the Protectors, and give them far more capability to perform naval operations.
When Valerian finally came toward the drop pods, he was greeted toward the many faces of those who'd be accompanying him, some familiar, some new, each of the Mando'ade who'd signed on for this mission. Regardless of their name or Clan, he was happy to have them all with him, and waved them into the pod to prepare for the combat that was to ensue.
Ord Trasi Shipyards
Claore Ships Present: Shadow of Intent, Mercurial Dawn, Aurodium Spear, and Moonshadow
The Mandalorian strike force dropped out of hyperspace with resonant woosh and began their assault immediately; fighters left hangers, turbolasers illuminated the void, and all manner of assault craft left their lodgings and arced toward the ships that sat in the dry-docks; Drop ships and assault pods, basilisk war droids and star-fighters alike filled the battlespace as each of them began their missions.
The shipyards, large as they were, and very impressive indeed, were woefully unprepared and terribly outgunned, with their only real defense being that of several heavy cruisers that had already began to retaliate against the attackers. They lashed out fiercely, spitting their own plasma back and sending a flurry of fighters out to meet their foe. Though sooner or later, they'd make the realization that help was not coming, and that for the most part, would be left to fend for themselves. The battle had begun, and one could only wonder who would see victory, or survival.
(OOC)
Star Destroyers (Main Objective)
Heart of Tefiti - Flagship
Monarch
Valiance
Praetorian
Conquest
Three unnamed Bulwark Mark V Class Battle Cruisers
Many other ships are here, but I figured that if someone wanted to steal some stuff they could just say that it's there and it'd be here. ANYWAYS ball out kids!
