The Hydian Retreat (Galactic Alliance Dominion of Vero Hex)

[Malok]

Location: Jungle
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Srina Talon"]
Objective: [member="Darth Metus"] Watches

The flutter of wings.

The humid jungles of Vero reminded the Sith of a second home - Dxun. When his people were forced to, albeit briefly, withdraw from Mandalore, the Blood Moon had become their Haven. Yet, while the world offered reprieve in one hand, it also held dangers in the other. So too was the far flung world that was so vital to the Galactic Alliance's survival. Where promises of kolto, supply lines, and a secure south were offered politically, a quiet danger lurked within its jungles. One that threatened to bore a crevice straight into the skulls of those who wandered too close.

[member="Srina Talon"] now faced that danger.

Darth Metus would not allow her to face it alone.

But...the young Echani was the furthest thing from a child who needed her hand held through the forest. She was a woman who could decimate him in close quarters if push came to shove. But, she was his. His Apprentice. His Friend. His Responsibility. While the majority of his Acolytes were off conducting operations with the support of one another, Srina had quietly slipped away with only one as a support. A Jedi. [member="Aryn Teth"]. And, while the Sith did not know the man personally, he would not put the fate of his charge so easily in his hands.

Thus, officially, Darth Metus was ferrying supplies from Confederate space to Vero to help with the efforts.

Unofficially, a raven raised its wings and plucked at its feathers. Out of its peripheral view, oddly sulfuric eyes could clearly make out the pair wandering through the jungle underbrush. And, while it could not hear the conversation, the view provided enough context as to what was going on. Bodies being investigated? Wandering in the middle of bum-kark-nowhere? They were looking for something or someone. Spreading its wings, the Raven deftly hopped from one branch to the next, satisfied with the state of its wings. It was odd sitting in this form for extended periods of time.

But what was more perplexing was why echoes of Guilt rippled through...Srina?

It was faint. Like picking up a stray signal on one's personal comm, but it was there. Echoing so softly that one might consider it discreet even. Why was this so...why would the Echani feel something so out of place when searching for someone. Or...maybe...

The Sith was suddenly reminded of the dream.

Guilt. Alone with a Jedi searching for something.

Darth Metus watched. Intently.​

 

[Jorco Czeku]

Location: Over Vero
Objective: Escort upcoming evacuation
Allies: Galactic Alliance

Suddenly popping into sight, the EF76 Nebulon-B escort frigate flew in over Vero. It'd just come from a pretty lengthy trip inside hyperspace to get here. Meanwhile Jorco and his crew readied themselves for getting into low orbit. R unit astromechs rolled around to get into position for any upcoming duties, along with the mostly Rodian crew. This being one of his first assignments for the Confederacy, Jorco didn't want to screw up. Especially after getting a sweet deal with them involving his peoples home world. Eventually the Rodian captain would speak into the local comms. "Naby ola keya Czeku tespo avia locu" (Ladies and gentlemen, the Czeku express has arrive at it's destination.) Jorco announced shortly after his ship got out of hyperspace. With the sudden push of Confederacy presence one could say the cavalry had arrived.

After that the medium sized ship would begin to slowly descend into the upper levels of the atmosphere of the jungle planet. Getting himself into position for when he was needed. Placing the dumbbell looking ship not too far off from the medlabs high in the sky. You could say on top of the sky even.

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location With: [member="Coren Starchaser"]s Team
Objective: Kill things and don't use force powers (didn't say anything about vampire stuff though)

Kurneai returned a weak smile, not that she was unhappy about the current events, more just a little tried at the moment and keeping her usual stoic attitude to things. "Glad to be here, have missed out on the most recent action lately among the CIS, this is a perfect change to keep my senses sharp and all", that and getting used to working with other units on the fly, versatility was one skill any fighter should cultivate. She cocked back the bolt on her LMG before slugging the weapon single handedly over her shoulder with the apparent ease of a pistol, "Gotcha, don't let any bug thing get through the perimeter or those generators". The plan seemed simple enough, a typical defense and over mission for unarmed workers, nothing new for her, aside the the slight requirement issued by Starchaser, ".... *sigh* I guess that can work, though I will definitely be choking someone or something in the near future".

Moving out with the unit, close to Starchasers side Kurenai kept a constant watch out for any possible hostiles, not waning to take any chances with a possible ambush. "Stun shots for things that can think hu? You can keep your moral thinking, just know if stuff goes south because of it do not expect me to hold back, I am not about to let myself, you or any squad member die from a poor order, no matter how ethical it may be". In her mind having someone lose a life in order to save another's was a waste, more so if the person who did not die was an enemy combatant.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Stay in the air conditioning, consult with Ollix Medlabs
[member="Itash Mecetti"]

"I'm not certain they are as unobtrusive as you promised, but so far they haven't gotten too underfoot."

Cassandra Paige sat beside him, finger flicking her way through information on a datapad. The shuttle's elevation shifted and she looked up, a small frown on her lips as they came in toward the forward base. Dressed much as she had been on Navrozh, in sturdy, but stylish khaki, already she was regretting this. She of course wouldn't be training their scientists on what to look for in these samples, two of GenPal's own researchers were here with her to do that. But the necessity of her being out in the jungle with them was irritating. And frankly unnecessary. But, if she wanted to make sure it was done right, well.

She'd retreat back to the shuttle at the nearest opportunity.

"Really though, I don't understand the need for them to have overhauled the computer systems," she added as they both stood. "I have no complaints about the security there. Just with random people walking into my office."

Random people. Aliens. Technically they'd had appointments. But that was neither here nor there.

 

[Itash Mecetti]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Provide Security & Receive MF Contract.
Allies: [member="Cassandra Paige"].
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"My exact words were low-profile, Cassandra." Tash corrected smoothly, before flicking another graph away with the tip of his finger and then signing the next page with the press of his thumb. So, unless they were rolling around on her desk, he doubted it was a real problem. They rose and he halted her before she could walk out, instead his fingers wrapped itself around her wrist, pulling her a touch closer.

Quite forceful.

"A random visitor could turn into a random killer," He pointed out, his hand trailing down her back. "I just got used to your lovely presence, so." A kiss then. Now tight against him and keeping here there for a brief moment.

"I have a gift for you at the end of this, Cass. Mm. Think you will like it."

Then Itash let her go and the mask was pulled over once more. Letting her compose herself, before offering his arm as they walked down the ramp. Outside the new mercenaries were standing at attention. They weren't his Words. Tash had realized that the more their name got out, the more they were hired and the more they were hired... the more their small number (relatively anyway) became a nuisance.

Phase II was wide-spread, many... and in numbers was Legion.

"Your people are already inside, I'd guess, probably gushing about their..." geek stuff. Tash didn't know, didn't care to know either. But it brought money and that was of interest, he supposed.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Three K-wings dropped out of hyperspace. Their weapon loads were nearing on empty and carbon blasts scorched their hulls. Yet, they were still flying and fully operational. Everyone inside was in relatively good condition, although Roth had a terrible headache. But no matter. They had a job to finish.

"Hopefire," Roth said through the comms, "Knight One requesting landing clearance for ordinance resupply."

"Confirmed, Knight One," the reply came. "Sending you the coordinates now. Clearing out landing space in the hangar."

Roth waited for several moments until a course arrived on his datascreen, which he shared with his squadron. The three ships made a long arcing turn to line up with the carrier's hangar. A squadron of A-wings arced past them as they disembarked from the larger vessel. With a hiss of engines, the three ships settled onto the hangar floor. Roth strode from his ship and into the hangar.

He ached. It had been a long and tense situation. But now, things were more than clear. Open war had finally broken out, and the Alliance needed to fortify their territory and regroup after the battle.

But another idea was pressing on his mind. He had once designed a ship, and even had some prototypes built, but they had never been used. With the First Order relying on interdiction, perhaps they needed some slight modification and changes. He pulled out his comm as the rest of the squadron filed out of the ships and sent a message...

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=909truPDCGc​

"Piracy has become rampant in the sector, especially as pirates have become emboldened by the GA's setbacks against the First Order. To help restore confidence in the capabilities of the GADF, the rising threats of these pirates must be neutralized."

"Various task forces have already been deployed throughout the sector, engaging with pirate forces they come across on patrols. However this is only one half of the solution; ultimately the piracy problem will only solved once their bases are destroyed."

"Fortunately we obtained a lead. A Silver Spacy patrol was able to tag a pirate flotilla with hyperwave transponders as they retreated from battle. A recon drone sent to their destination point mapped out a small group of asteroid bases we're collectively referring to as Barataria."

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"This is where Ravensword comes in. Corvette squadrons, and starfighter wings from the Razor will be initially deployed to soften up the pirate stronghold for a later marine assault. Corvettes will take point in destroying defenses and crippling moored ships while starfighters provide them with cover."

"Following the destruction of their base defenses and ships, dropships carrying battle droids will bedeployed for marine assaults against bases for mop up duty."

"The pirates appear to have decent defenses for their bases, and numerous drones, starfighters, and capital ships at their disposal, the equivalent of a well armed squadron. Do not underestimate the opposition."

"This concludes the briefing. Good hunting."

Location: Deluge-class Battlecarrier "Hanlon's Razor", Open Space

Down in the hangars of Razor, Jyoti sat on the open cockpit of her KSA-built X-wing, humming along to Seoulian pop tunes as she ran through her checklists. A tedious task, but an important one that helped catch any issues before liftoff. No one wanted an electrical malfunction in the midst of a dogfight.

Today, she had the fine distinction of leading Rogue Squadron for the operation. Her place was usually commanding fleets, but she still liked to get into the thick of battle to keep her edge.

"Honorary Rogue Leader, checking in. Checklist complete." she chirped into her console. "How are the rest of you doing?"

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Faye Demos"]

 

[Cassius Droma]

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Just like the old days… the young pilot thought to himself as he made his way across the expansive hangar bay of the Hanlon’s Razor, quite possibly one of the largest battle carriers he’d ever been on. The sounds of fighters testing their engines, the sparking of last-minute welds, even the smell of the grease brought him back to his days as a patrol pilot. Those were such simpler days back then – the galaxy seemed so much smaller. There was no galactic-scale conflict for him, no Jedi, no Sith… just him, his squadron, and their little corner of pirate-infested space. Sometimes, he wished he could go back, and a part of him knew that he probably could, but the other part knew that it would go against everything he'd stood for.

Since the First Order had taken L-49, he’d been reassigned to tracking down pirates that had taken advantage of the Galactic Alliance’s perceived weakness. In his previous engagement with them, he and his squadron had managed to tag a couple of their fighters before they jumped to hyperspace. With that piece of recon, they were now mounting an offensive against their asteroid bases.

With his green flight suit and similarly colored helmet tucked under his arm, the only thing that distinguished him from being anything other than a pilot was the glinting lightsaber gently swaying on his belt. No one paid him much mind as he made his way to his RZ-X A-wing interceptor and climbed into the cockpit, placing his helmet firmly on his head, tapping it for good luck. The pre-flight checks were easy – the mechanics in the hangar always knew to take good care of his A-wing.

As Jyoti’s voice came over comm, Cassius flicked a switch on his console to answer back. “Rogue Leader, this is Jade Leader. Just waiting for the fireworks to start.” He finished triple-checking all of his systems and made sure the rest of his squadron was good to go. They were elite pilots, always up to the task, but he knew that they were yearning for some shore leave, just like he was. Hopefully, after all of this, they’d be able to go home for a bit.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Faye Demos"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

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Faye was already sitting inside her cockpit, decorating her helmet with some hand drawn designs. Along with the Seoulian words that she’d learned to write, she added some decals that named her favorite pop artists. There were some others in Jade Squadron that had decorated their helmets, too. But Faye’s was now one of the most flamboyant. It set her apart from the rest – as one of the most in tune with current music trends and… probably also as one of the youngest members.

Whatever. She didn’t really mind what the others thought. These silly decorations made her feel better, almost like they sharpened her ability to fly. Of course, that feel could easily have been the influence of the Force. Faye knew that, but she didn’t exactly know how she felt about it.

Leaning over the edge of her open cockpit, she spotted Jade Leader himself striding towards his A-wing. Her dark eyes caught sight of the saber hanging from his belt. Well, he’s a Jedi and a pilot, she thought to herself. Perhaps she should follow his example? Sinking back down into her seat, she placed her palms atop her helmet.

A slight smile pulled at her lips as she heard the sound of Jyoti Nooran over the comm.

She’s so cool. Faye knew that the Echani woman shared her taste in music, and the two had bonded briefly over a few bands that they liked. Well, maybe if Jyoti could make being a Jedi seem that wizard, maybe… just maybe Faye could follow suit.

Forcing her mind to take on the task at hand, she performed a last check of her systems.

“Jade two – ready to go.” She checked in with the others.

[member="Cassius Droma"], [member="Jyoti Nooran"], [member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson sat in the cockpit of another RAF made x-wing. She had gotten ahold of one awhile back and rebuilt it. As much as she was a fan of the usual X-wings that the rogues flew, the RAF seemed to feel a bit more made for what she liked to do. Being in the cockpit alone allowed Allyson to use the force to go over the final check over, she could feel the machine and every aspect of it. Instead of relying on the monitors, she could sense it herself. Bait, her small BB unit whistled as he disagreed with her method since she invaded his computer as well when she did this. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Hush I know you hate this, but it lets me message Kaili.” Showing his frustration, Bait opened Allyson’s coms and the others that were on the Rogue’s frequency could hear her talking to her lover on the handheld comm. “Yeah, it’s a simple one. Of course, yep, haha no those are your fuzzy pink socks – yes just the socks, yes when I get home, you better. Love you.” Looking up from the comm and her datapad she noticed the comm was open. “Feth, um sorry. Rogue nine here, everything in the clear…” Sighing softly she shook her head, with Jyoti acting as Rogue Leader for this mission she just served up something else for the woman to scold her about.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Allyson pulled on her helmet and buckled herself in, the engines of the x-wing flared as she waited in line to take off behind the rest of the rogues and Jyoti herself. Allyson groaned and made a mental note to flip Bait’s utility arm upside down for a week after this. She couldn’t understand why Jyoti was here, the woman commanded fleets not fighter squads. It felt as if this woman was everywhere Allyson went, she would have to check her deployment sheets and see if she was actually fully assigned to Jyoti’s service. [/SIZE]

[member="Faye Demos"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

The Red Raven Heavy Freighters Lady Luck and Raspacious Boogie, excited hyperspace within seconds of each other and immediate headed planetside. Their cargo holds were packed to the brim with fusion fuel cells that cluld be used to power the cities shield generators. While it was a short term solution, it would shield some extent the civilian population from the pressing dangers and give them much needed time to shore up their defenses.

Daxton ordered their rerouting and dispatch as soon as he was made aware of the situation. While this would have resulted in a loss of profit, he placed a higher premium on doing something for the greater good. Not that he expected any gratitude from those he was aiding, after all, it appeared they still preferred you still couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Still he did not do this for the a claim nor the applause. For Daxton, this was simply another opportunity to expand his market base, perhaps even acquire some new supply lines for the future.

In fact, two dozen more heavy freighters were still on the way, carrying more humanitarian goods like food, medicine and even clothing, all to be distributed for free once they make planet fall.

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Jungles Near Ollix Medlabs, Vero, Vero System, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Darth Metus"] (Unkowingly)​

Objective: Find Ana Ollix for Evacuation​

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Pitying eyes crossed over the camp as Aryn stood and watched the devastation around himself and Srina, listening to her as she spoke. She was right, Ollix had known full-well the dangers of Vero when they settled on the planet, the skullborers and species like them were creatures carefully avoided since long after their discovery on the moon of Fex. Yet, with all things there was an explanation. It had been hard to find considering the severe damage it had taken, but as Aryn stepped through the destroyed camp he found the shield generator the scientists had been using, torn to shreds with the tell-tale claw marks and drilled holes of the skullborers themselves.

In a strangely horrifying way, it was fascinating. The skullborers were not just normal fauna, but believed to be at least semi-sentient by Ollix' scientists, the fact that they were able to act so deliberately, and to target something as complex the shield generator itself, only served to prove such a thing, and personally make Aryn somewhat more thankful for the suit he now wore. Of course, he could feel his partner's discomfort and irritation at wearing the suit, just as his guilt flowed to her, Srina's hate and frustration flowed back.

Yet still, when she spoke in response to his own words, he felt a piercing sensation tear through his heart. He had everything in the galaxy to feel guilty about. Aryn was a general, now the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, and he had failed. Vero was only one of hundreds of planets which had relied on the Hydian Way and the flow of Alliance supplies through it. When he had failed to push back the First Order invaders he had failed each and every inhabitant south of Dagobah. All because he could not have pushed back the First Order, all because he was not strong enough.

As quickly as Aryn's doubts flowed to Srina's mind, he cut them off, forcing back to the task at hand as he followed Srina to the path she mentioned. He could see the footprints, though likely would have missed them without her assistance, beginning to follow them into the jungle as he kept his grip upon his lightsaber. "Let's just hope she hasn't met their fate." Aryn sighed, casting one last glance over his shoulder to the camp before he continued on, following Ana Ollix's trail into the jungle.

Aryn felt something though, something through Srina that he had not felt before as it surrounded them suddenly. There was a presence, one that was not her own, and yet one he had felt before. Continuing his stride, Aryn slowed for a moment as he turned his gaze upwards, eventually finding the creature which perched above them, the raven. He felt more from it than he should, yet before could make any further observations, the Supreme Commander felt a sudden jolt atop his head, letting out a groan as his head was forced down somewhat by a weight upon it.

On Srina's end there was nothing to see, it was as if Aryn's head had suddenly reacted to nothing, but they had both been briefed well enough to know what it was. The skullborers had an incredible natural camouflage, the kind that made them almost invisible to the naked eye if they were not stunned beforehand. Aryn felt the creature move atop his head, feeling and hearing the sound of its teeth beginning to grind and scrape against the back of his helmet, trying to work its way through the heavyset helmet to the man's skull beneath.

The angle was awkward for Aryn, he could not have easily brought up his saber to strike the creature off, and his stun baton was not within easy reach. Turning his back towards Srina, he quickly reached down with his free hand, fumbling on his belt for the baton, taking far too long, and already chastising himself for his distraction, and the danger it had placed himself and Srina in, the sound of the creature's drilling through his helmet becoming more and more present as the seconds passed...

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Planet Side with the Energy Vamp [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
Objective: Defense

“That’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it?” As much as Coren was attempting to act like a senior member of the New Jedi Order, he craved battle, and conflict. It kept him sharp and alive. “Its been… different working with the Confederacy, for me. Typically its all Jedi. Nice to have more friends against the Empire.” He shook his head at the Energy Vamp. “Nothing through, and if it comes down to it, sparingly only. But… save that for the battlefield. I know your aggression will be needed soon.” He had that feeling.

“Listen, Yumi, if things go south, you’ll be seeing a part of me that doesn’t make sense with what I’m just saying. We’re protecting this town.” He nodded, there was no joking in his tone. Seriousenss and righteousness. That was what made hi a Jedi, and what kept these people safe.

The engineers were following the group and started to work on the generator. That would be attracting attention soon. Standing with a carbine in his hand, Coren looked out along the killing field. The beasts were coming.

 

[Cassandra Paige]

Location: Vero, Jungles.
Objective 5: Stay in the air conditioning, consult with Ollix Medlabs
[member="Itash Mecetti"]


"That silver tongue is going to get you into trouble one day," she said after the kiss- she saw through his compliment, though it (and the promise of a gift) did feed her ego just enough to mollify her from anger to mere irritation.

Cass hated mixing business and pleasure. Fake business or fake pleasure? Certainly. That was just a different sort of game, after all. So it annoyed her that when he pulled her in, hand wrapping around her wrist possessively, it sent a thrill through her core. He toed that line, again and again, but she had accepted it as part of the price of admission. Didn't mean it didn't irritate her.

She brushed a few wrinkles out of her clothes from the tight embrace, waited for the damnable flush to come down from her cheeks, and then accepted his arm, the pair sweeping out of the shuttle.

The air was thick with humidity, the scent of the jungle like wet velvet over her nose.

"Indeed," she murmured- he didn't need to finish the sentence.

The walk outside was blessedly short, the doors swishing open for them as they passed between two of Itash's men. Inside the forward base the murmur of excited voices led them through to the largest central room.

"So you see, by taking advantage of the phenotypic plasticity of certain species, it makes their alteration easier! Bringing forth traits that would otherwise be dormant but are already coded in. Whereas species without those underlying, hard coded traits-"

"Would be more difficult to alter! Yes, I see that. Hmmm. So you are saying it's not worth the time on less elastic species?"

"Oh no, not at all. But part of the decision to explore them should include the increased time and effort, how other species genetics might need to be utilized to make up for that lack- the input over all is greater in all manners. Time, man power, raw materials, and you'll have more animals at the end that must be culled because the trial and error aspect is greater."

"So it still might be worth it, but-"

"But for business purposes, the end price will have to be higher than otherwise," Cass interjected, and the group of mixed scientists finally noticed them.

"Well, yes, but the scientific advancement-"

"Does not exist in a vacuum," she said smoothly. "You work for a company. And a company cannot survive without sellable product. So the point is that any decision must be made with the end product in mind. Is it, ultimately, something that can be sold at a higher mark up, to make up for the increased inputs? Or will the price necessary to accommodate them put it out of reach of your target customers? In a purely academic setting, that does not matter, but this is not academics, ladies and gentlemen. This is business."

The GenPal scientists already knew this. Of course, not all of them loved it, but it was acceptable. Some of the Ollix personnel nodded thoughtfully. Some looked distinctly troubled.

"So you are saying that the decision to pursue knowledge should ultimately come down to its profitability?" One asked, clearly incredulous.

"When you work for a company that pays your salary based on the profits made by your labor? Yes. I am absolutely saying that. If that does not sit well, perhaps academia would be a better fit."

There was no money in academia and they all knew it.

"I apologize, I believe I interrupted your.... riveting discussion. Please, continue."

 

[Diysuperguy33]

Objective: Fighting pirates
Allies: GADF Mazik Stazi
Enemies: Pirates

The leftmost ship took a few hits from the barrages supplied by Lokthra's fleet, before ultimately laying dormant, debris of the bridge and engines floating amongst the battle. Miraculously an assortment of the ship's lasers were still firing, as the battle continued, however, it seemed as if power was struggling to reach them anymore.

"Targeted practically immobilised. Shall I send a boarding party to start a recovery op?"

"Wonderful; as much as I'd like to, our time is limited. Leave her stranded, for now, move us closer to the final ship; fire at will."

Spoiler

ANS Kartharage (Okami Class Heavy Cruiser)
ANS Hardtrot (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Helios (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Heartfolt (Hardcell X Class anti-starfighter frigate)
ANS Kart (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)
ANS Kelthrawn (Kalla Class Missile Corvette)

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Fighting pirates
Allies: GADF [member="Lokthra Dawning"] [member="Mazik Stazi"]
Enemies: Pirates

"The second heavy cruiser has been disabled!"

"Here's our chance to kill the final heavy cruiser: concentrate all-out fire on the third heavy cruiser!"

Before [member="Mazik Stazi"]'s group arrived on-scene, [member="Lokthra Dawning"] succeeded in disabling the second heavy cruiser, which, before being disabled, was opening fire with pretty desultory fire that couldn't achieve a whole lot, which left only the surviving heavy cruiser actually firing. But, in the heat of battle, it took a while to realize that something was amiss: the pirates didn't even have any fighters at all. These Rogue Imps are worse than the First Order: they exhausted their whole fighter complements on Faldos, she thought, while the Lothal's shields took a beating, and also pondering why did the Imps, other than the First Order, kept neglecting the fighter pilots. But fighter-less, there was no point in committing the fighters at that stage of the battle. Especially when the enemy closed range enough to put a swift end to the band of pirates, and maybe even making Mazik arrive too late to be of any real use, with the four missile corvettes unleashing their ordnance at the command tower and the ventral hangar, causing some explosions on the heavy cruiser, and some system failures, too.

Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) heavy shield damage
ANS Locus of Control (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Big Seven (C-9980-class frigate)
ANS Kalla (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Rudrig (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Karst (Kalla-class missile corvette)
ANS Kitai (Kalla-class missile corvette)

Attack craft:

24 Chiloon-I fighters
24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor​

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Objective: Locate Target​

Allies: Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Terrorists​

Wasn't often that Kilum found himself staring out of his visor into the great blue yonder, but here he was. Not on the bidding of the Galactic Alliance or any Senator or military officer; that made a nice change. No, he was here for Ollix Medlabs, and at least most of the time, a corporation knew what they were getting when they hired a man with a gun to get the guy they didn't like. As that thought crossed his mind, he lifted his wrist which held a small holographic display; it was of a Togruta, female, standing at about just over five and a half feet. A name read across the display.

Raena Min. 55,000 Credits. It would do. Kilum tapped a few buttons on his communicator to confirm acceptance as he continued his swim. If intel was good (and it usually was), his quarry wasn't far. Though there was a main group of Imp sympathizers, that no doubt the Alliance had well in hand, that didn't mean they were alone. There was a smaller cell, in a smaller base, not much farther down. WIthout their off-world leader, these currently-brave Selkath would fall apart. At least, that was Ollix Medlab's idea.

Finding his base, Kilum continued to swim until he came to the underside - there was a small hatch, something like a backdoor for entry. Reaching it, he opened up the controls on the small terminal at the side. Password required. He didn't have time for this. Brandishing a security spike, the hunter stabbed it inwards and tapped rapidly on the controls; within seconds it had the password decrypted and the hatch open.

Hoisting himself up and in, the Hunter only had seconds to hide himself before the hatch closed again and the room drained; bringing with it two Selkath interested in investigating. Opening up the door and down the small set of stairs, the first only had seconds to see the Crushgaunt fist before it collided with his face, causing a crack as he crumped to the ground. Being higher up the stairs, his comrade only had seconds to react before the same fist struck his knee, an even louder crack echoing in the room.

Reaching up with one hand to hook it behind the Selkath's neck and the other grabbing the waist of his trousers, Kilum actually lifted and flipped his fishy foe head over heels and slammed him down back-first onto the floor, next to his friend. Getting onto one knee, he hooked the alien across the face and sent it out cold, rifling through his belt and retrieving a keycard he'd need. Sneaking his way out through the door and into the halls of the base, Bralor looked for his next area to sweep. War was always good for business.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Vero, Vero System, Outer Rim Territories​

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A man like Fett would never be hired by the Galactic Alliance, especially after being directly responsible for the most excruciating portion of their Supreme Commander's life. It wasn't as if the Mandalorian was entirely interested in working for them, even if they had been willing. His certain feelings regarding the Jedi as a whole got in the way of this. Yet at an odd twist of fate, Fett found himself under the employ of a company by the name Ollix Medlabds, currently on the surface of the planet Vero much like the Galactic Alliance itself.

The Bounty Hunter hadn't concerned himself with them as of yet, however, nor would he truth be told. Fett was tasked with retrieving a piece of 'classified' data that was stolen from their facilities. It's location was known but according to what the Mandalorian was told, it was stolen by a large war-droid of sorts under control of a former employee. They, nor their security teams, could not venture near without meeting an untimely demise - as a result, it was Koda Fett they sought.

Fett moved throughout the jungle, the site of such lush greenery was a new scene but one he was indifferent towards all the same. Regardless of the temperature or humidity, he had not felt it, his armor artificially keeping him within a comfortable setting. Carbine in hand, sensors pinging, he advanced as he always had.

 

[Eugen Aker]

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

"Oh, don't worry, fireworks are coming soon," she told Cassius.

Launch was imminent, and soon they would be pitted against a numerically superior force. Even in the event of a successful first strike, they would still have their hands full.

On the radios, other squadron leaders aboard Razor checked in with her, along with Rogue squadron.

That was going all fine an dandy until she noticed Allyson flooding the Rogue's frequency with her normal chit chat with Kaili. Initially, she didn't think much about the exchange as she studied her console, but as she finally processed the words, she raised an eyebrow in surprise. Quite the libido on that one.

Though that wasn't exactly news to her.

Directly interfacing with her fighter, she sent Allyson a private text message to to the Corellian's X-wing as she checked in as Rogue 9.

"If you were looking for opinions from the Rogue gallery, fuzzy pink cuffs pair well those socks."

She left her teasing at that, flipping down the canopy and igniting her engines. It became pitch black in cockpit for a moment as the armored canopy sealed, but the light returned as the Merlin Holo Display kicked in and generated a life-like computer rendering of her surroundings. The panoramic display nearly enveloped her cockpit, leaving her with the illusion that she was floating above the floor.

Soon the crystal clear rendering would be populated with meta data being fed into the system by every fighters and capital ship of Task Force Ravensword.

"Rogue Leader to all callsigns, check in complete, now let's get down to business."

Rogue Squadron would be the first to depart from the hangar, quickly assuming a trio of pinwheel formations. A three dimensional version of the classic finger four formation, optimized for space combat. In two staggered stacks, the quarter of X-wings could easily rotate at most angles and focus their fire to maximize damage.

"All callsigns, engage ECM systems before we make the jump," she ordered as she shifted her X-wing into attack mode. "The longer we can delay detection the better."

Outside, Liberté Corvettes were already organized into their squadrons. At 50 meters, the corvettes skirted the line between star-fighter and capital ship, possessing some of the best qualities of each class of ship. For operations like these, Jyoti loved using them like heavy bombers, then transitioning the versatile corvettes into anti-starfighter duty.

Along with Liberte was a single Tangler interdictor corvette way in the back. The small tactical interdictor would be handy in preventing any pirates from fleeing the hurt that Ravensword was about to bring upon them.

Following the manned squadrons, Fencer drones began to stream out and assume tight orbits around the corvettes. They would serve as the last line of defense against anything that slipped passed the A-Wings and X-Wings.

Every ship was fed coordinates for a microjump to Barataria, so that they would revert as close as possible without risking collisions with any asteroids.

One the coordinates were all punched in Jyoti gave the signal to leave, and then they were off, dozens of corvettes and star-fighters vanishing from view in a series of near simultaneously hyperspace jumps.

For about 30 seconds, Jyoti and company would be treated to the sight long blue light shafts of hyperspace, then a flashing transition to a vast asteroid field. A few moments later the asteroid bases that made Barataria would be highlighted on her display.

The Liberté corvettes wasted no getting to work, saturating the asteroid bases with continous salvos of assault-grade concussion missiles as they advanced through the asteroid fields. About a minute later, they were rewarded with several large plumes of explosions as their missiles connected with targets.

If the pirates hadn't figured out they were there, they did now. The space soon became flooded with crimson and emerald turbolaser fire from the bases, while consoles went wild with missile warnings.

The nimble Liberté quickly shifted to evasive maneuvers as they continued their missile strikes, easily avoiding the brunt of the fire, while their point defenses came alive intercept incoming missiles.

Enemy interceptors soon came out to play. Tri-fighters. Fast and heavily armed, the drone starfighters posed a serious threat to even the most skilled pilots.

"Here they come," Jyoti muttered to her flight (Rogues 2-4) over comms. "One minute to contact. Keep it tight and don't stray off, or these drones will rip us apart."

[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Faye Demos"] [member="Cassius Droma"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

Location With: [member="Coren Starchaser"]s Team
Objective: Kill things and don't let people know your a blood sucker

Kurenai did not talk much as the troop ventured futher into the jungle, content with Starchaser doing all the talking, giving a few small nods in agreement as his words, though the talk about the empire did strike a small hard point with the woman. "My deal with the Empire and First Order is more then just duty to the Confederacy, it's also a personal grudge from long ago, I have many reasons to fight against them", it was a little cryptic but Kurenai had informed the man in private before the mission about being a vampire, one that had lived during the last days of the clone wars and the proceeding galactic events.

Something she did not do often, but decided to for this specific, mainly due to the mans mastery over the force as well as to avoid any problematic events, I.E. she get stabbed through the chest and walks it off. "As for aggression, I try not be act rash but if need be do not be supposed if I go all Juggernaut berserk on whatever we find in there", it seemed though like her in some regard, Starchaser had a side to him that only came around during combat, "as long as it does not jeopardize the mission I do not care what you do", she replied in her own stoic tone of voice.

The low rumble of a generator cam to life as the engineers went to work, Kurenai's vampire hearing starting to note the sound of beasts from within the jungle, attracted by the hum of the man made machine, "Make sure you are set up in cross fire positions, if your bolt of bullet misses its mark at least make sure it can hit another creature". She kept her LMG level with the ground, eyes scanning the over growth fir the first sign of unnatural movement.