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Their little band of drinking buddies was growing steadily, and as the green-hued woman sidled up beside her and took a seat, Nya's brows rose. She'd had little reason to interact with many members of the Confederacy outside of other civilians and perhaps a member or two of the Guild - so to be sat at a table with this lot (especially while she'd been pre-gaming on the ride in) was growing a touch unnerving... Well, only one thing for it!
Never have I ever been kicked out of a bar.
That one earned her a shot... She actually took a second for good measure. The number of establishments she'd seen the rear entrance of while being unceremoniously chucked from them was... High.
Never have I ever planned the Drunken Jedi Olympics.
What kind of ridiculous, random, pointless... Who were these people? She gave a heavy sigh as she was forced to simply hold the shot-glass in her hands as she glanced around the table.
"Never have I ever played this game with a bunch of karking idiots who used it as an excuse to relive the glory days vs. getting completely wasted."
And with that, the woman lifted herself from her chair and turned back towards the bar. She glanced around until she spotted another blonde who appeared to have made their way into the bar solo. Brows rose curiously before she hefted the shot glass to her lips, downed the contents and marched off towards Ria Misrani
. There was no hesitation, nor question asked, as Nya slinked into the empty booth bench across from the woman, offering a smirk that was obviously a little intoxicated.
Her U-Wing was in tatters, pilot was dead and so was the mechanic. The air flung her about wildly along with her other Halcyon comrades...But they were trained for this. She flexed her back and the repulsors hummed to life, correcting her spin. She cursed under her breath as she watched the ship go down in flames. They'd all have been dead if they'd stayed...
"There go the meds for that Republic unit!" shouted one of the Halcyon over com. There was that too...
"Fireteam Goliath - Be advised: Colossus Fireteam dropping from orbit."
Ghedri didn't dare cock her head in these winds or while moving at this speed, but someone else did echo her thoughts over the com.
"A Colossus fireteam? What, we weren't enough?"
"Probably more armor than they realized. Corellia and Republic may have ships, but we don't have that much armor ourselves," she said. "I'm not complaining. One of those cannons could punch a hole in anything!" Almost on cue a pair of the large drop pods along with several smaller pods came into view in the distance. That was probably where the real fighting was. The ground was quickly approaching which meant it was grav chute time. "Fire team Goliath! Chutes....GO!" The chute was...strange. Always would feel strange, but they got to their objective safely, half a click away from the Forward Command Post Arubesh. Ghedri pressed a finger to her helmet's com and tried to raise them and barely got through. The signal was weak, even this close?
"This is Corellian Fireteam Goliath, coming up on your rear. Friendly." The rain was getting heavier.
Ria had settled into the corner booth tablet on, searching for the local networks. Most were dead connections, everything from Free Worlds to Commenor, and the like had all keeled over. There was something that had popped up a local network so out of boredom she tried her hand to get in and it was while attempting to get in that someone approached her table. The blonde lifted her eyes from the tablet to find Nya gazing at her and a question loaded toward her.
She cleared her throat and put a hand on her drink sliding it toward her. Ria wanted to take a sip but that failed, it failed hard as the straw wandered away from her mouth on at least three tries. "Um, uh, ... I um well yes, no, wait for no - no I don't." She stammered and wanted to murder herself right then and there. Tripping over her words like a schoolgirl, she hadn't had it that bad since she first laid eyes on Runi Verin
. Finally, Ria managed to get the straw and took a long, long sip of her Varanin Volcano until her head began to spin.
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Elsewhere on Kuat - CIC Armor Ridge
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Humans were strange things. Small and squishy, they wore 'armor' to protect themselves from damage and fought even though they lacked tools of death and instead had to pick up blasters and tanks and other things to be useful. Not like him. B2-93 was his designation and he was a B-Series Colossus droid.
His pod crashed into the mushy earth with a splat and hissed. He did not wait for the door to open fully, he could already hear the fire coming on his pod.
"Combat routines active. Friendlies - Republic - Registered. Enemies- Registered. Weapons free" The locks holding him in place disengaged and he charged forward, lifting the door from its hinges and using it as a shield against the blaster fire. The other Colossus droid leaped over what looked like a slagged starfighter and lead the charge for his small team of organics. Oh right. His organics. His sensors shifted and turned looking for the 'Halcyon' and his Corellian Shocktroopers. All but one was accounted for. The Republic unit was up ahead...Pinned down, unable to retreat.
"Weapons free!" shouted the Halcyon, a repeat of the droid's own programming. Organics were so redundant. His arm turned to one of the Imperial walkers. A common type in use by them, its cabin was heavily armored and its legs were less so. And so the legs were his target. The large mass driver fired with a loud "KA-KLANG". The walker didn't have time to respond and it buckled under the slagged component.
The Battle of Kuat
Republic Starfighter Corps
Tags: Erisi Kasra
"Beep boop beep beep beep!" The droid on the back of the starfighter screeched at the woman. Amaris glanced back towards it, scowling with fury. "I can't speak Droid, dude!" She hollered back at his blistering beeps and boops. She knew what it was saying - she needed to do this or that, and this and that, but really what was she supposed to do?! She had never flown a fighter before!
"I'm trying!" She muttered as she caught some of what it was saying to her.
"BEEP BEEP!"
Amaris visibly turned herself to glare at the droid. "I can pick up on some it, jerk," she muttered.
The hat on her head, of course with two long spots for her ears, had to be adjusted slightly as she nibbled on her lip. Really, she had just been enjoying touring some of Kuat as a pit stop before some battle between the old CIC remnants and the Republic broke out. Naturally, Amaris was much more pro Republic than CIC but she had not expected to get dragged into a fighter to actually help.
"Surprises built character," is what her adopted mother would say. Heck, she wondered if this is what she would've meant by that statement.
"Uh, doing preflight checks, powering up," she muttered into the comms in response to something about a count off. She pressed her hand on the controls, gasping as it moved forward a bit. "Droid, you're going to have to help me some here," she muttered behind her as the starship began to move for takeoff.
Vytal watched Nya go after her intoxicated, seething rebuke. Not that the Nightsister disagreed to a point -- Kurayami's choice in challenges were creative -- but that hardly seemed worth getting worked up over. Or was offworlder drink getting to her?
"Was it something you said?" Green eyes roamed the men at the table for a moment. It wasn't something she had said, obviously.
Then her gaze fixed on Kurayami in particular. "Jedi Drunken Olympics?" A brief pause long enough for her eyelids to scrunch together. "Never have I ever wanted to sit in a sun-lit temple meditating about everyone living in perfect harmony," she declared at last before taking a good-sized drink. Honestly, what actually went on in a Jedi's head? How did they get to the point where peace and harmony were realistic goals for the galaxy?
The half-zeltron, though entirely too deep into her cups already, managed to throw a pleased smile on her face as she noted the effect she seemed to be having on the woman she'd approached. Leaning forward in the booth, she rested her elbows on the table and slid her hands across to the half-way point on the surface, gently assisting her new booth-mate with sliding the glass closer to her in order to capture the entirely too evasive straw.
When she finally managed to catch it, one hand lifted and instead lay against the side of Nya's neck, letting her lean her weight onto one elbow and tilt her head in a way that sent a cascade of softly curled blonde hair spilling down to rest on the table as well.
"Well that's too bad - it would make it so much easier to bump into you again if you did..." Lips curved into a smile that could only be described as sultry, her eyes moving from Ria's down to the datapad she'd been using. "Just here for some post-work drinks then? Catching up on some last-minute messages?" Her free hand slid further forward, fingertips brushing the brushed metal edge of the device, but not moving to do much else... yet.
As soon as his fleet exited hyperspace, it engaged the enemy Star Destoyers. It's commander, a young, blue eyed Fleet Admiral could be seen from the bridge of the Colony Class Battlecruiser GNR Protector, the flagship of the Republics Seventh Fleet. It was ironic. The war between the Correlian Confederation and the Core Imperial Confederation had long been over, however, ever since the collapse of the Imperial Federation and asorbtion of the Correlian Federation into the Republic, Imperial Warlords had become more ignorant than usual.
Zahara grimaced as he witnessed one of the Protectors record frigates be rammed by an Imperial Cargo Ship. "Ready All Cannons and engage tractor beams" ordered his second in command, a Rear Admiral Kathy Cross. The woman had long grown in Zahara since she was appointed under his command however, he could ill afford to be lost in his train of thoughts.
"Order Wings 1-17 to engage the enemy at Point Blank Range. We must be bikd to break their formation. Once that has been accomplished, Admiral Pryce's forces will, as they say, meet us in the middle" he ordered. He watched solemnly as his forces began to cut through the enemy, digging themselves inside the Rear of their formation and disappearing as they slowly cut their way to the middle.
"Sir, should I move us to engage the enemy?" asked Kathy. The Protector had yet to become involved into htge battle as of late, and Zahara had no intention of harming anyone aboard the massive vessel which at the moment was overstaffed. "No. Engage our Long Range Turbolasers" he ordered.
Ria suddenly felt a lot of heat build-up in herself and she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else. Nervously she cleared her throat again and managed out a meek, "thanks." It would have been a lie to say that Ria's eyes had not followed every part of the blonde who was now sitting across from her and if the woman was drunk. Ria had no clue - fething Nethers it had been ages since she'd interacted with people let alone a beautiful woman. She swallowed hard and watched the woman who seemed to be so at ease.
"I- uh, well, I am this is a um, a pit stop sort of?" Sort of. Jobs were jobs, Ria was hired to collect information and this seemed to be a good place to start and get drinks. If someone had told her meeting a beautiful lady had been part of the gig, she might've skipped out on the booze. As it was now, Ria was starting to regret drinking it so fast. Taking in a deep breath she exhaled slowly, "I um, yeah uh, work you could say um." Ria nudged the tablet a little closer toward her as the connection read secure.
Local network, which meant she could start sifting through the data, with a flick of her fingers across the screen her program went to work mining for important information. Keywords, like government, national, economy, things of this nature and from there she could trigger additional programs to continue mining. "So um, what uh what about you ... I- I didn't um, I didn't get your name."
“You got it sir! Let’s show them how the Republic makes an entrance!” Running forward the trooper set breach charges on the doors before backing away to rejoin the rest of the squad. The detonator held in the soldier’s hand, they looked over to Lanik who’s eyes remained closed. The air continued to whip around them, whistling loudly as the Jedi simply stood there. “Ummm, General?”
Holding up a finger to the Republic soldier, Lanik narrowed his focus, the force amplifying his senses beyond the mere physical. No longer was he seeing through the orbs adorned within his skull, but with his minds eye. The walls of the base meant nothing as he saw the faint aura’s as Imperial troopers rushed towards the trapped door. Every second brought them a step closer, till they were right at the control pad. “Blow it!”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” With a faint click, the detonator sent the trigger signal to the breach charge that exploded in a blossom of flame and destruction. Shrapnel blew inwards, the concussive force enough to send the Imperial troops hurtling through the air, slamming into walls. “Hooo wee! That’s how we do it boys!” The explosive specialist shouted as he jumped out of cover, rifle raised and hailing crimson darts into the interior of the Outpost.
Alongside the trooper, the rest of the squad moved forward, systematically blasting at the stormtroopers, in an attempt to keep them down. These men were soldiers, they weren’t droids or tools, they knew their job and they aimed to complete it. Despite this, the loss of life weighed heaving on Lanik’s shoulders. It was akin to a lead weight in his stomach as he felt each presence simply vanish from the material plane. The squad he’d taken down were only unconscious, yet the Republic troops eliminated the Imperials without a second thought. This was the part of being a General that the Jedi found most troubling.
Stepping over the fallen bodies and joining the others within the outpost, Lanik looked over the carnage. Blackened marks left on the floor and walls from bolts of plasma and the explosives caught Lanik’s attention. His hand brushing against one. “Alright men, set up a barricade here. We can’t let them take this outpost back!”
Without questioning his orders the troopers kicked into gear, grabbing what they could to barricade the forced opening they’d just made. “Trooper A-3, B7, on me. We’re taking the anti-air turret!”
Location: Kuat, Surface side with Republic forces
Objective: Resuscitate this man and join the battle
With bacta coursing through the injured area my job would be abit easier but no less hard in the area of concentration. Both of my large hands rested over the chest plate of the man. Each finger spread vastly apart as if to cover the entire area and it would. The reverb of explosions, mean screaming in the distance blarred over the other sounds of technology in the field. Like a insect it buzzed about the inner psyche. Perpetual annoyance or was it? Controlling my breaths I closed my eyes, letting down my guard for the sake of saving another. It started vast but as time shrank around me everything came into place.
Blaster bolts whizzing by in the distance, men giving order several hundred meters away. A wave of relaxation surged through me. " There is peace." My ears came numb to the sounds furthest away from my location in an instant. "There is knowledge." Another surge erasing the sounds of those slightly closer. " There is serenity." Next came the physical sensations of battle. Major shakes and vibrations coming to a still. " There is harmony." My perception shifted to a state that I could only describe as higher than myself. As if i was alone kneeled beside a pond yet to be touched by any sign of life. Extending a finger with my mindseyes I touched the outer edge gently "There is the Force." I muttered and watched the ripples ride into what seemed to be a endless expanse. An experience unlike any other i have had as of yet! Amazing!
Opening my eyes every sensation rushed back to me with an overwhelming pressure. It was what some might consider to be the cost of my actions. Grasping the hump of my head I exhaled with a groan. Coming to the image of a face was seared into my mind. A bearded man. Who was this? Lifting my hands at the slightest ease of tension from the mans chest i watched as the once wounded trooper retreated back with the medic close behind. Their salutations were lost on me, but their smiles were not. Igniting a ivy colored blade after snatching my hilt from my robes I once again sprung into action utilizing wide sweeping flourishes to reflect blaster bolts back to its source.
Frielle hadn't been the only pilot out here, not by a long shot, Erisi Kasra and Amaris Tanenat were as well but at the moment Frielle didn't know them from manners. Instead, she focused on bringing death to the masses the X-Wing banked right heading up at a thirty-two-degree angle as she locked onto another TIE Fighter. It was therapeutic, to say the least eliminating Imperials who had nothing left to lose as it sounded a lot like the First Order in the end, at least from what she was reading. Then again the reports were probably one-sided, not that Frielle wanted to care. A lock-threat warning system alerted her to an incoming projectile, "feth."
A drinking game that Kaden perhaps win. This was a game he never recalled playing among his Mandalorian brethren, but then again they usually just drank. Whatever they all had it was certainly much more smooth and less potent than what Daisy Americus
and her brothers had stashed away on the Americus farmstead. That stuff would grow hair on anyone’s chest and then burn it right off.
Kaden drank where he was supposed, the things he done, which so far didn’t seem to be a whole lot. He had not lived the lives others had or he simply had been dead. Still this was something he wanted to play. Besides there was another reason for his presence.
SHE was here, and in the flesh.
The mando had yet to meet the woman he called mother, Darth Elyria
, in the flesh. In fact as he sat at the other side of where she was, Kaden’s eyes simply watched her. The fragrance filled the room. Jasmine and the smell of rain wafted to his nose. Whether he imagined it because of her presence or not, it was there to Kaden at least.
For now Kaden would be quiet. Would she know he was there?
One would think that after getting poisoned the last time he’d gone for a drink at a random bar, Kiff would try to be more careful about what he put in his body and where he did it. But it seemed that if any lessons had been imparted on Kiff during that near-fatal day, those two weren’t any of them. Besides, this was an opportunity for him to drink with some of the elites of the Confederacy, including none other than the Vicelord himself. Kiff had never met the man before, but he was interested in how well he could hold his drink.
Some of the bets that his fellow compatriots had placed were. . . interesting, to say the least. He counted getting escorted out by medical droids being, ‘kicked out,’ so he downed that one in stride. But there were others he wasn't so sure about, like "Never have I ever planned a drunk Jedi Olympics." Kiff hardly even knew what or who the Jedi were, much less what the drunken Jedi Olympics was supposed to be. Either way, he'd been looking forward to his own turn in the game. Unfortunately, when it came to his turn the Gotal bartender had merely blinked at Kiff when he’d requested a Port in a Storm, so for his shots the High Marshal had settled for a less exciting Corellian Hard Cider, a fruity and very alcoholic concoction. “You know, it’s a real shame that Hard Cider has gone out of fashion,” he said as he personally refilled each member's shot glass. “There’s a lot of missed opportunity out there.”
Kiff picked up his small glass with only his thumb and forefinger, holding it high. “Never have I ever faced a Battlecruiser head on with only a Star Destroyer,” he said with a wink and smile. He raised his glass high, almost in salute, and down it went.
Often the stranger the galaxy, the far further things seem to have ever made sense to Cyn. Her eyes twitched ever increasingly as she felt the small shakes of her bridge. Memories rushed to her, the Kuat world below her and the inferno raising around her, the battle for supremacy had turned to nothing more but a battle for survival. And I’m afraid it’ll become a battle of how many we can take before we all face death. . . She clenched her fists around her command chair and bitterly breathed in some of the fear laced air that had settled all long her bridge.
This was not a simple thing, no, even though she was given simple orders to follow, the execution relied on her soldiers to believe in their leaders. Cyn traced her new rank bars on her collar, they were rushed and poorly snapped on, in fact it was her ever faithful second lieutenant who had fixed it back before the battle commenced. And it was almost twenty-four hours ago. . . Cyn had dark rings around her eyes, the bags beneath them nearly seemed to resemble mattresses but the Corellian and Republic forces appeared to be never ending, never ceasing.
War of attrition had always been an Imperial doctrine, a way of war to simply send a message of ever encompassing and large they were compared to the rest of the galaxy. But- Cyn watched squadrons of TIE fighters blipped from existence from her screen, the integrity of most of her cruisers and frigates were nearly at the breaking point. Save only the overlapping shielding provided by the larger Star Destroyers, their screen of corvettes and picket-ships were nearing the shattering point as well. Even as large holes were made across their lines, but all Imperial soldiers were told to hold the line.
“A-a-admiral Alucard,” A tired communication officer rushed over, his cap long lost somewhere and his face screamed for rest but combat stimulants were abundant, more so than reserve TIE fighters apparently, “-Grand Admiral Leo’dess is attempting to communicate to us. . do you want-”
“I’ll take the call here.” Cyn quickly instructed and suddenly a large hologram appeared before her of the Grand Admiral.
The towering height was on full display, and for some reason the wear of the battle affected the Grand Admiral very subtlety, but the tiredness was in his eyes. Cyn envied the man’s stoicism, at least in appearance he had no clear visible weakness. “Admiral Alucard, the rebels have broken through several key screen defenses, but that is not the main issue.”Leo’dess explained quickly.
Rebels? Cyn wearily thought, unable to do more than to simply nod her head for the moment, “-And listen clear we must remained unscathed for as long as possible. This collapsing defense strategy will allow us true victory. Towards the end of the battle, I shall make one last Communication call.” With that the Grand Admiral disappeared.
The White uniform reflected a certain purity of such an Imperial Officer, the loyalty and indifference to the galaxy around them all. “All shall kneel.” Cyn muttered the mantra, her eyes inspected the battle once more as another Victory-Class destroyer was near the brink of total destruction. And another squadron of TIE fighters.
Her Praetor Mark V-class Star Battle-cruiser loomed further back from the space battle, only offering long range assistance with their massive batteries of both Ion Cannons Megamasers. The left of her own massive command-ship was the Grand Admiral’s own INV Malice, Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer, the massive monstrosity of a ship was barely crewed and barely maintained, such as it were left in the shipyards of Kuat for those reasons, but now it too fired its own massive long range batteries where needed.
Forward ahead of the two massive space hulks, were several battle-groups attempted to reorganize their lines and even attempt to structure their shields to overlap and cover as many of the weaker vessels as possible. They could only give so much ground before they could not any more, Star Destroyers were designed to be pointed at the enemy and to propel forward, their overwhelming fire-power built to crush their enemies. But the Republic refused and continued to launch themselves and succeed in pushing back the smaller ships that could retreat, leaving behind the larger Star Destroyer to act as rear-guard vessels.
X-Wings and TIE fighters engaged in their ceaseless dog fights, the poor pilots within the TIE fighters unable to properly coordinate as suddenly they would find themselves without their own support frigates and corvettes nearby. But three squadrons of TIE-Interceptors flew through the mess, their uniqueness were the red lines that adorned their craft’s wings. Cyn’s own Pixie Squadron screamed defiantly, shooting down several vessels and bombers that drew too close to their larger Star Destroyer vessels. Even with such viciousness even the Pixie squadron understood the desperate situation they were in and kept a steady eye of their battle-lines the best they could as they flew out to engage the Republic forces.
The Kuat system were set ablaze with Proton beams of the Conqueror-Class Star Destroyers and the massive amounts of wreckage floating and growing at an alarming rate brought a sense of dread to all Imperial Captains and Commanders.
Familiar faces all around, Darth Metus clutched his tankard with a smile. While most seemed pleasantly bemused by the game, his icy companion - Darth Elyria
- was simply there for the booze. For her, he waved down a server and placed an order for some expensive wine. She wouldn't settle for anything less. Bougie ass. Anyway, with the order said and done, the Sith set his focus on the matter at hand: trying to keep his liver intact.
"Never have I ever... dressed as a woman and convinced a man to take me into his bed."
Whew. Nope.
"Never have I ever...watched my own child walk off a roof while doing nothing to help other, but laughing hysterically."
That...That was definitely what happened when Runi Verin
was but a wee wee child. Maybe that was why she never texted him back. Drink.
"Never have I ever...been kicked out of a bar."
What bar hadn't he been kicked out of during his Mandalorian days? Drink.
"Never have I ever...sat in a cantina and planned events for a Drunken Jedi Olympics."
If Kurayami remembered from the good ol'Crusader days, there was a chat about Jedi Olympics. There weren't clothes involved. On the Jedi. Drink.
"Never have I ever played this game with a bunch of karking idiots who used it as an excuse to relive the glory days vs. getting completely wasted."
...Painfully accurate. Drink.
"Never have I ever wanted to sit in a sun-lit temple meditating about everyone living in perfect harmony,"
Oh thank God finally. Chuckling aloud, he took a moment to sit back in his seat. A loud K A R K flew from his lips as he awaited the next round.
"Never have I ever faced a Battlecruiser head on with only a Star Destroyer,”
If he had said "with nothing other than dumb luck and a paper straw" the Sith would have drank. Alas. Yet another pass.
With all said and done, Darth Metus draped his free arm over the shoulders of Darth Elyria
for but a moment. His tankard raised for a moment in a mock toast.
"Never have I ever...been the reason something is now illegal."
The clank of the troopers and Jedi’s boots echoed through the corridor. With each step, that was more progress they made. At the lead, Lanik traced cyan snakes in the air with his saber, deflecting blaster bolts away from him and the two commandos accompanying him. The darts of energy were shunted off and into the wall, or elegantly dodged by the man. The Imperial stormtroopers unable to halt their progress as the Republic troops picked them off.
As the last of the Imperial soldiers fell, their body limp and lying across the control console the Republic troopers stood back at attention. “Wish they would’ve told us a Jedi made things so easy! We would’ve asked for one long ago! Good job General!”
Grabbing the corpse of the soldier, Lanik lowered it to the ground gently, they may have been enemies, but he’d never violate another’s body. Casting a glance over his shoulder and looking into the T-shaped visors of the commando’s the Jedi gave a heavy sigh. They were simply doing their jobs, it didn’t make the loss of life any easier. This was what it meant to be a soldier though, Lanik wasn’t new to bloodshed and he knew it. He couldn’t hold everyone in the galaxy to Jedi standards. Releasing some of the tension in his shoulders he rose moving over to the console.
“It’s a pleasure to work with you as well sergeant.” Hands dancing across the console, and pulling up the schematics of the outpost. Two of four the Anti-air cannons were still operational, and there were still two TIE fighters stored on the roof. “Get two more troopers up here and take up stations at the Anti-air guns”
Turning away and moving for the stairway to the roof Lanik was stopped by the call of trooper A-3. “Where are you going General?”
“To commandeer one of the fighters and provide air support where possible. You’re in charge A-3! Once we make it through this dinner for the whole squad on me.” One couldn’t stay closed off from their own soldiers, that would simply bleed distrust. If the Jedi ever hoped to grow his bond with them he’d have to take the first step.
Flares out, and while that would stop the missile it wouldn't keep the heat off of her. Again the pilot found herself in the crosshairs of another Imperial Baron. She could see the star destroyers from here but the contract wasn't set, Nethers knew if the Republic was even aware that she could sell some ships to them. Basic as they were, they were still something, Frielle pushed her X-Wing down before rolling hard right as she managed a look over where the baron was hot on her tail. She'd have to pull a little harder to the left to try and get behind the TIE, taking a deep breath she exhaled hard and pulled on the yoke. The X-Wing careened left and looked as if it would lose control so the TIE tightened up, too tight. Frielle smirked as she found the TIE had gone too far out to be a threat with the missiles. "My turn."
A brilliant flash of green lit up the bridge as one of the Imperial conqueror class star destroyers fired its main weapon. The proton beam cannon...They were incredibly powerful weapons based that Imperials of every era seemed to be fond of...He watched helplessly as Sword II, which was already limping along, took the hit directly. The energy cracked the hull and broke the frame in half, splitting it vertically. But the energy kept pouring in and soon it was breaking apart in other places too until it finally simply just exploded. He cursed under his breath. Those were good sentients and had been a part of his crew just like the pilots or gunners. Garvey looked up at him sadly and shook his head as he logged the ship lost with all hands. That was the only conclusion as passive scans hadn't picked up any lifepods leaving the ship.
"Where did that come from?" he asked loudly. Silence. There were too many ships on the Imperial side. Too many ships in general floating above Kuat. His eyes fell on the Admonitor hanging back in the distance. That was where their admiral was, he could feel it. His eyes narrowed as a plan began to take shape in his mind and he looked down to the sleepy looking hologram.
"What's the status of the Hawks?"
Garvey folded his arms and pondered as he sent an inquiry to the lead ship's VI.
"Fighters have taken a beating just like everyone elses' but otherwise their ships are okay. Refits holding well."
"Tell Commander Faylen that I'm going to have to borrow two ASAP and tell them to follow our lead." Garvey's eyebrow quirked.
"What are you plotting up there admiral?"
"We're hitting that karking Admiral and we're ending this fight."
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Aboard the Rocinante
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Recently retrofitted and now bruised from turbolasers, the Rocinante held fast against the tide of Imperial star destroyers. They were the First Fleet's Hawks! There was little in the Galaxy that wanted to take on a battlegroup of these new and advanced battlecruisers. Faylen, the young and ambitious Duros commander smirked from her command chair as the orders came through from Admiral Pryce. This move...It was a gamble, very Corellian, but she liked it. This...This she had to see for herself.
"Contact the Loth Wulf. Send her captain the plan and tell her to fall in behind us and the Admiral. The Blood Steel is now in command of the battlegroup until we return, which will hopefully be after the battle is over..."
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Back on the Starchild II
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"They're here and ready sir."
"Good. Helm, take us to that Admonitor...All hands, brace for roll and prepare fighters for launch." The large vessel lurched forward, its engines pushing it as much as they could with the two starhawks falling in behind . It left their section of space empty and potentially broken but not long after they moved a group of Strident-class Star Defenders took the Starchild's spot. Hopefully they could last....Hopefully this slash would cut through the heart and mind of the imperials and end this battle.
Location : Kuat
Objective : Defeat Imperial Forces
1 Corellian Resurgent Battlecruiser
1 Starhawk Mk-III
4 Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyers
6 Assimilator-Class Star Destroyers
8 Donnager-Class Star Destroyers
15 Subjugator-Class Star Destroyers
5 Quasar Light Carriers
After the Skirmish at Kalist , CorSec had detected that a Large Imperial Force was assembling over Kuat. Immediatly after being notified of this Marlon Sularen
ordered Dion Pembell and Adam Versili to mobilize their Fleets with the objective of seizing as much Imperial Warships as possible by boarding them with Directorate Marines and having the captured ships leave the system and head for a Rendezvous Point where Maracel and his Fleet were waiting for them.
Dion Pembell's force arrived first consisting of 40 Warships as Adam Versili still gathered his force over Prakith. Already the forces of Dracken Pryce
and were larger then Pembell's forces but insinificant compared to the combined might of Pembell's and Versili's Fleets.
On board of the Unity a Corellian Resurgent Battlecruiser, Dion Pembell inspected the battle. "Orders sir?" Asked the Captain. "Deploy all Tie Phantom and Tie Avenger Squadrons and prepare to engage with their 1st Battlegroup. " Dion ordered. "Aye sir" the Captain replied. Soon the Fleet would move into attack position relasing dozens of Tie Avenger and Tie Phantom Squadrons while opening fire on the enemy fleet. The Directorate had joined the Battle of Kuat.
Ria Misrani
. There was no hesitation, nor question asked, as Nya slinked into the empty booth bench across from the woman, offering a smirk that was obviously a little intoxicated.
