The battle was not going well. The remaining forces of Haon Hafey was going to lets last breath, save for the starfighters. Each of the two remaining tridents fought with everything they had, smashing into their opponents but alas, one was destroyed in its wake but not without also trying to take down the target they started with, the Invader and increased their firepower to maximum, being designed for such engagements to hopefully take it down for good. Alas though, the first Trident had went down with the two Type-C Carrier Corvettes now playing fighter support around the remaining Trident, destroying any starfighter crazy enough to get to close.
The Haunting Moon has actually no issue with the Enforcer or the Dauntless due to its high speed and very high maneuverability. It did take a few hits but in the end, merely turned sideways and outran them for a good while in the battle, all the while peppering the Enforcer with several shots with its turbolasers. This was slightly embarrassing and gave a good reason why ships need to have some speed in case a Star Destroyer just happens to outrun their biggest turbolasers. Regardless though, it taken a bit of firepower into the sides as it made sure to keep tailing them to prevent their escape and keep them in the gravity well generators. However the worst of it was to come very shortly.
Rather suddenly, the Flatwell which had stayed out of the fight since nearly the start, uncloaked again and unleashed its firepower directly in the rear of the Enforcer in an ambush strike. Suddenly also, TIE/ARs came to its aid for a bombing run, three squadrons and fired proton rockets into the rear to disable the engine section and hopefully the hyperdrive. It had been waiting for a moment for the ships to disperse and it found its role quickly.
Also still surprisingly, the Class-J Trap Containers, all twenty were still firing on assets near them. In probably the most unrelenting attack possible, it started to fire all of its combined turbolaser firepower as they tried to turn away from the shipyard, right into the injured Alvarea-class Star Destroyer to finish it off. Their quad laser cannons firing in unison quickly as concussion missiles were still launching towards multiple starfighter targets. One of the deadliest assets on the field were still in play and somehow, had survived the longest.
The starfighter squadrons around were soon given commands by Haon Hafey himself on the Type-K Assault Corvette as several beeping noises were heard as eight squadrons of TIE/PAs scramjet boosted towards the area, getting there surprisingly fast as the Chariots were soon closing in on the Type-K Assault Corvette. They started to open fire, being able to not only outmaneuver them, but also outrun them. They would taken down Chariots one by one, even if they did not want to be done that way but alas, it would not be enough as the missiles would then be launched towards the Type-K Assault Corvette.
While they did try to slowly escape towards the other side of the planet, the effects of the Gravity Well generators were still there...and still trying to keep distance from two warships while also tailing them. This was going to prove...very annoying.
What is Left in Grouping:
Shipyard II
20x Class-J Trap Containers
Trident-class Heavy Cruiser
2x Type-C Carrier Corvettes
4x TIE/VA Starfighter Squadrons
6x TIE/AR Bomber Squadrons
8x Maia-class Interceptor Squadrons
Flatwell Cloaked Carrier Cruiser
Haunting Moon Star Destroyer
4x TIE/VA Starfighter Squadrons
4x TIE/PI Interceptor Squadrons
4x TIE/AR Bomber Squadrons
8x Maia-class Interceptor Squadrons
Type-K Assault Corvette
8x TIE/PI Interceptor Squadrons
1x TIE/AR Bomber Squadron (About to Launch)
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"Three Minutes till in missile range....where is Issac?"
As if the question was given, the person appeared as he turned to see a human male about five foot four, rather short with brown hair with odd bright blue eyes. The person merely stared at Haon as he slowly blinked as he been turned on the first time and then carefully pulled off the blueprints he so cared for, putting it around the shoulders of the adult looking human male. Speaking out loud, he put both hands on his shoulders.
"I believe...my time has come. Issac, code named Atom. Your speech patterns should be soon processing into your memory as well as piloting skills. You are to safeguard Project Motherborne. Go into the TIE/AR in the hanger bay marked No. Six. It took me years to program this...my lifes work is not only on your shoulders literally, but you yourself must survive. Now...when I hand you in your right hand what is in my pocket...I want you to go and get yourself in that TIE/AR, turn left and activate the hyperdrive. Find Naki. The Sensors and the severe amount of blaster fire should mask your escape. Do you understand?"
The adult looking human nodded, feeling two things fall into his right hand to which he grasped and turned, putting them into his left pocket. A small data chip and a strange looking coin. The male would almost briskly walk to the hanger bay as it only took a few moments, getting into the bomber as his senses activated, gripping it as if he been an ace for many years as he became laser focused. Other pilots would board their respective crafts as concussion missiles were quickly loaded into the proper warhead sections.
"All Hands, you are to target the missiles that are fired. All quad and turbolasers focus fire on the targets. Tie Arsonists, fire concussions and thin the herd. Launch, one minute."
There was a loud whine noise as all the bombers would slowly take off in sections of two, zooming straight out as the Disruptor Torpedos were starting to get launched. A hail of missiles, blaster fire and turbolasers fired out as the 840.z Holo-Targeting Suite was able to lock onto every Torpedo fired and in a unison of fire from all gunners, starfighter pilots and some maneuvering, was able to take down a huge swath of them. The sixth TIE/AR would turn as indicated to the left and jumped into hyperspace, the entire group barely outside the gravity well and with it, h is escape complete. Where he was going...only Haon knew and soon, Issac would be on his own. His own AI...his creation...now out on his own. A datachip to explain...and a coin to signify what was owed to him.
A single Disruptor Torpedo would smash into the side of the Type-K Assault Corvette out of the possible hundred as systems would blink before the Ion Shield would come online quickly with deflectors at twenty-five percent shield capacity. The Ion Shield would prevent two more Disruptor Torpedo hits for now but it was becoming obvious...the time had come.
"Sir, Weapons Systems for Dual Turbolasers and Concussion missiles, along with half of our quad laser cannons are offline. Also Tomb Fleet is hailing us."
"I see...open a channel and divert all power lost to sensor array and messaging. It is time."
As they did so, the Type-K Assault Corvette lost a lot of teeth but was still deadly towards regular starfighters as it started to approach the Tomb Fleet for protection though he was very slow...and he knew what could happen as he opened a channel to the captain of the Tomb Fleet, knowing who it was.
"Charles...I do not think we have enough time. Half my weapon systems are now offline and while the starfighters are holding them off...I fear the worst. I am linking something towards you from my datapad...men, begin recording for if I am to die here...I am saying my peace. Escort if you can but...I am sorry."
Then...he spoke with the data transferring towards the Tomb Fleet and the Type-K Assault Corvette itself...broadcasting down onto the planet of Ord Mantell, towards the remaining Shipyard II, outwards towards another nearby station and then towards the Tomb Fleet itself as he could not hear what all of them had been saying...for he had to focus for this message as it could not be blocked now yet his time...was coming to a close.
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A holographic image of Haon Hafeys figure would be presented in front of the recorder, he spoke with conviction but at the same time, had the look of when a person knew the time was coming. His eyes looked heavy, his hands were clasped together yet looked dignified, his left hand holding his hat to show his unmatted hair. He would then speak with that conviction, looking towards the holo-recorder.
"This is Haon Hafey. My home world of Ord Mantell had come under attack by those of Dorian Sevanar and his invasion forces along with Kenth Berik. These men...had not only stripped my company into pieces, but had claimed over ten thousand civilian lives in an effort for not only revenge, but to prove a point over a government whom is slowly collapsing. I am referring to the Wild Space Exiles, the man, Dorian Sevanar attacked Ord Mantell when it was their most vulnerable."
They have decimated their people by ripping their families apart by destruction and death. Before you are images...I find hard to even look at myself. The Restoration-class Repair Dreadnought, a civilian vessel, destroyed along with an entire shipyard to prove that apparently, Dorian Sevanar is not to be trifled with. Images and video of Kenth Beriks men destroying not only my factories, but risk civilian lives throughout his campaign of destruction in less than a few hours. Not only was it not warranted, but had also trespassed on government capital ground."
"I may be soon...right after this message is sent, meet my end. My only hope is this message exposes what kind of people Dorian Sevanar and Kenth Berik are. Mindless killers. I ask before this message ends, support for Ord Mantell during this crisis. Affiliation and government be damned, these people are suffering due to this. I ask the galaxy as a whole...to support what refugees are leaving and also, assist those displaced during this mindless campaign of destruction from Dorian Sevanar."
The bridge would give a gentle rock as a bit of screams be heard as Haon looked down then back up, speaking in almost a whisper, a plea.
"Dak...Metallum...please watch over my son."
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The message would soon end as Haon would turn to watch the Chariots, knowing now the end was clear. Would they be there in time or would his fate end here? He did not know...but across the galaxy, slowly in trickle in almost update patches hidden throughout his products, it would siphon through Galactic Alliances ships he made, the Screamer Fast Assault Battle Cruisers, the Sphere of Refugee which would start playing almost the moment they arrived with all footage and audio. Zweihander Union ships would soon get the update and have archived footage. Outer Planetary Alliance would soon get through the Sal Kar Walkers and Morskoj Weapon Systems, even if it took much longer across the galaxy in a single full galactic day. Those who had purchased Maia-class Interceptors, Flatwell Cloaked Carriers...anyone who had purchased a starship or vehicle from him, would soon get this message through an update. Only the Galactic Alliance ships however...would play the message on arrival. The last part was meant for them in particular, his final hope resting on their shoulders for his son Issac if he does not survive.
Kenth Berik
Ben Craig
Tristan Evore
Dorian Sevanar
Charles Castex
Credius Nargath
Imperius
Tranquility