Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"]
Enemies: [member="Vyctora Romanov"], [member="Darth Praelior"]
Objective: Control the Air
Narra-class Interceptor
Liberty One, somewhere above the space port
"Wait...I see it one, look to your nine o'clock."
Lieuteant Iaco Chin jerked his head to the left to see the rapidly escaping fuselage of the Sith bomber rocketing out to space. Instinctively, he pulled his yoke back to his chest before slamming it to the right; the interceptor soared up and to the left to follow in the bomber's wake. But weighted down by the upgrade package, the interceptors found themselves not closing the distance between the target; instead merely following it. His partner offered a quiet chant of curses and extortions that brought a wry grin from the man in a moment of darkness. He glanced at his sensors.
They wouldn't be able to catch their prey, but their prey was no longer a threat to the starport either.
"Let's head back down Two, I think that's the one that got away. If it ever comes back down though, we'll be waiting for it."
Iaco pushed the yoke forward, taking
Liberty One into a nausea inducing dive back towards the starport from the upper reaches of Zeltro's atmosphere. With
Two in his wake, the young Lieutenant pierced through the clouds of the pleasure-minded world, marveling in its apparent decadence even from these heights. It's glimmer towers and advertisements were a far cry from his own harsh homeworld. But another beacon of advanced civilization drew closer to them: a Hammerhead frigate. But something equally advanced but far more visceral clung to it, a symbol of the darkside: a Battle Hydra.
He squinted his eyes.
I guess the crew is too busy to deal with it, or there aren't any weapons available on the frigate that can hit. No matter. We can. Killing flying reptiles counts as air superiority, right?
"Two, do you see it?"
"That flying reptile thing?"
"That's the one. Let's split up and take it down."
As they had often practice,
Two peeled away to loop around the frigate and strike the battle hydra from behind while
One yanked back the throttle of his starship, slowing the craft down while he placed his laser cannon targeting brackets on the alchemically modified creature. He didn't get a full green lock, perhaps there was something its iridescent scales that prevented that, but he was sure enough of his aim to fire. Twin streams of laser jutted out from his starship to stab at the creature's sinuous neck and heads. As he did so,
Two came around from the other side and lit up the creature's left wing with more repeating laser cannon fire.
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"], various Galactic Republic soldiers and Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"]
Objective: Slay the Dragon
CXC-class Conveyor
Crescent Moon, somewhere near the k'kayeh dragon
Even as its sister ship, the
Moonlight, climbed up into the skies to get its first set of Republic troopers to bring down to the surface, the
Crescent Moon had already brought down its third squad of soldiers back to the star port, providing immediate reinforcements to areas facing the ongoing Sith assault. Sergeant Rhysati O'Neal grasped the PLEX missile launcher and glanced at her fellow troopers in their Warden-class armor. The rest of her squad finished rechecking their equipment just as the shuttle had barely touched the ground. Almost immediately, the squad rushed out of the transport, with her two leading men wielding blaster rifles, while the rest of them carried missile launchers and blaster pistols. Almost immediately, her two point men went prone, lighting up the corridor with red blaster bolts that cut down a trio of Sith underlings that had rounded the corridor's corner too quickly.
They have the security aspect under control. The
Crescent Moon rose up and jetted away to make an opportunistic strafing run on the enormous k'kayeh dragon's back. Even as it did, the pair of BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships of
Red Flight swooped in to harass the beast with withering laser cannon fire before jetting away again.
Time to do my part. She raised the rocket launcher to her shoulder and put the sight to her eye. The enormous carcass of the k'kayeh dragon flooded her scope, its scales filling the entire aperature.
We're almost a little too close even at fifty meters. Frak it.
She pulled the trigger, and soon was joined by her fellow squadmates. Their volley of missiles smashed into the lower right quadrant of the beast's right leg as planned. Most of the warheads merely detonated and destroyed the armor plating, but one missile was tardy by several seconds. That warhead plunged straight into the flesh of the beast itself before its shaped charged warhead detonated, venting its explosive charge straight into the tissue and bone, hampering the creature's ability to even walk, much less attack. Fortunately for the creature, most of the heat produced by the attack cauterized much of the wound, but small streams of blood began to pour out of its legs.
She quickly lowered the launcher to reload it, along with the rest of her squad.
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Praelior"], Sith Forces at the Space port
Objective: Minimize damage to the star port
CXC-class Conveyor
Moonlight, descending back to the space port
Gir squeezed himself into the co-pilot's seat of the shuttle. Behind him, more marines off of the
Crescent Light filled in the ship's passengers areas. He was curious as to how any of them even managed to move a foot, but in the military, one got use to being in such close quarters. The concept of personal space quickly became obsolete. He spared a glance at the would-be dragon slayers before turning back to his console.
The municipal services had entered the full-swing, and unfortunately do to his little chat with a sewage control droid, Gir now found himself as their Republic liaison officer. The safety features of the starport had already been fully engaged since the fighting started. Firefoam poured out of their ceiling-mounted spigots and mounts to automatically put out fires started; smothering the flames with its white, sticky foam. Various droids, including a squad of now-ancient
Inferno Firefighting Robos continued to control any blazes, sometimes being forced to use their tools to put down the Sith forces when their security escorts were not fully up to the task. Gir still recalled the stillshot holo of sithspawn completely encased in the sticky, hardening foam. He wish he could tell what it was, but the amount of faom the Inferno Firefighting Robot had sprayed all over it made it impossible to identify.
Fuel lines had been shut off, and the various dangerous liquids and the like had been rerouted to safer areas of Zeltros. Any surviving starships in the area were being escorted out of the star port by the Republic starfighters to the safety of the orbiting Republic Fleet, limiting those present that the Sith could destroy. Medical workers and droids were slowly filtering into the area, backed by the local police force and more Republic troops arriving from the orbitting fleet. Many of the municipal workers were Zeltrons, their pheromones filled the air, suppressing the more violent urges of the Sithspawn to prevent them from being attacked, or at least causing a hesitation to do so. But that didn't keep the Republic troopers present from prompting dispatching the semi-drugged invaders with blaster bolts and the like.
He eyed a startling attractive Zeltron female through his datapad.
"That dragon looks like it'd almost be fun to ride. Too bad it's hurt," said the distant female.
"I doubt that idea is mutually attractive," mused Gir, "though it wouldn't hurt to try and tame it with your people's pheromones..."
She smiled, "There are more pheromones here than at the best of parties. I'm amazed that anyone's able to keep fighting. But don't worry, more are on their way."
"What?"
"Well, everyone in the city is releasing them, and according to the atmospheric services, a gentle breeze should be sweeping them into the star port. Not even that dragon will be able to avoid them."
"Will you call him Puff the Magic dragon?"
She smiled, "Only if I get to ride him."
