This isn't the Faction you were looking for...[New Order Skirmish with the Liberty Concord]

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Beep-Beep... Beep-Beep...
"Glaive Two to all flights, proceed with caution. Picking up heavy ionic readings closing in on the A/O bearing two-three-zero, five hundred kilos and closing. They're coming in solar. Do you copy?"
"War-Akk Five Lead, copy that, tightening formation, Glaive One raising altitude to sixty thousand feet and holding. Bravo Flight ready to engage."
The group tightened formation just as the chairwoman's had. Saera's HoloSynth display suddenly grew a plethora of alarming colors as the feed from the SEWAC frigates were uplinked via special Glaive Encryption directly to the squadron's HUDs. The HoloSynth system allowed Saera to move it over to the side as she gave her weapons a system check and her flight controls a routine combat check. Everything cleared out, and a large green orb briefly engaged on the display beside the pipper.
"Alright, guys.... You know the drill. Get Bravo on standby holding pattern at sixty kay, do not enter the Area of Operations. I want the Skira and every fighter she's got on escort en route to intercept the unknown enemy. IFF readings come up blank and the ion signatures are inconsistent with any of our craft. You are cleared to engage, I repeat, fire at will. Alpha Flight, stay on me. We're seeing this through. Be prepared to engage PSIS at a second's notice."
As the TIEs were finally on final approach, there had been ample time and distance for the orbital-stationed escort flights to intercept. The goliath Skira was not far behind. Something really, really nasty was going to happen in a matter of minutes, but first.... 28 very 'hot' Languor fighters literally intercepted the bogeys. By the time they could open fire, they already had hot signals on their tails. They began to make their pass and Saera's flight dispersed to avoid contact fire, but if [member="Vincent Jusik"]'s TIEs stayed the course, they would suffer devastating losses. Saera was actually pretty nervous, but she was determined to find both the signal and see about the Liberty Concord's involvement.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/15156-glaive-e-class-sewac-frigate/​

((( Total of 2,000 km radius of coverage. )))​

((( I just realized there's only one post between both of mine. I'm pretty far from LC, but if I cut someone off who wanted to engage me, let me know. I'll give them time. )))​

 

[Kalen Esmara]

Kalen Esmara leaned his head into his right hand the only real limb he had left his legs and left arm had all been replaced with prosthetics. Now he was only half a man and as a Hapan he took that VERY badly. Well he had recieved the invitation to this party late and as such he was bring in a few vessels 2 of them were farther behind the main ship sense they hadn't been ready to leave yet but for now he sat in the command chair of an Xo'Xaan-class star destroyer named the Flying Scepter. It wasn't very large but it got the job done as he came out of hyperspace his eyes widened as he saw what looked like a Mandalorian Frigate moving to intercept tie fighters. With a smirk he waved his hand and pointed. "Open fire with all long range turbolasers." With that command their would be a slight dimming of the light as the eight heavy long range turbolasers suddenly opened fire at the frigate. Shortly after that they would be joined by another set of long range weaponary a group of four quad long range ion cannons fired as well as the young Sith watched.

Opening a New order channel he calmly called out over it. "This is Kalen Esmara captain of the Flying Scepter we are in system and firing on a unknown vessel if there are any fighters in system we would appreciate it if you could make sure their stay busy while we deal with this little pest." He then waved his hand lightly so that an open com line would be established and he calmly stated. "This is Kalen Esmara of the Flying Scepter to unknown vessel stand down and lower shields or we will engage you completely those were warning shots I repeat stand down now. We are outside of your range any movement to bring us within your range will result in the destruction of your vessel." What the young man failed to mention that in bound were two more ships that would arrive within the next hour to engage any enemy still moving. @Saera Anya Savan [member="Vincent Jusik"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

Given a TIEs maneuverability, and the fact that this unit had personally taken down multiple "heavy" ships on more than a few occasions, the pilots of the sixth weren't worried in the least when the frigate shifted.

Besides.

Jusik was the distraction.

Since it only takes a fighter seconds to get from ground to the black the gulf between the fighters wasn't an issue in the least.

The TIEs shifted through the incoming fire accordingly, taking a few casualties before tangling with the bulk of the fighter group, inflicting pain of their own.

 

[Keziah Denko]

This was exactly what Keziah had been afraid of. In seemed every time that they went anywhere someone was trying to kill them. The only safe place seemed to be the Flotilla. The galaxy itself was not a very safe place. As she ran a tears welled up in her eyes threatening to run down her checks but she quickly pushed them away. There was no time for crying now. That would do that young woman no good. The only thing that would was finding shelter.

Upon reaching the forest Keziah's eyes scanned for a place where they could possibly take cover and regroup. Calico's band of merry men was sorely outnumbered and as much as she disliked the idea of retreating it seemed to be a good option for the moment. They were surrounded by enemy fighters and if she had to guess more were coming.

Pausing for a moment she took cover behind a muddy green mossy tree. A quick glance to the sky told her she was right. "It's only a matter of time before they touch down. It's almost like a game of cat and mouse," she looked to Calico for a second before looking back to her feet.


[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Ori'Alor Tal'Verda"]

 

[Vereor]

Fire rained from the sky with mortars and rockets and falling debris from starfighters, into the treeline below. Larger pieces used the trees as if they were kindling for a camp fire. The dark, thickening smoke that rose seemed to only drift higher, as if ignoring what little wind there was. A good sign, Vereor thought, while he stood in the shade of the taller trees to the East of the beacon. It must have been the Force granting him a little foresight to move to his location earlier, as the survivors of the initial attack were also moving this way.
Despite spotting many landing – only when the branches allowed sight of it – he could feel few through the Force. Too few to be all that landed. He knew not of the ex-DreadGuard and their absence in the Force, which could prove highly beneficial to their members in the upcoming skirmish between Order and Liberty.
The sounds of shrieking missiles and thundering explosions gave him the reason to act. Until now the Sith thought it necessity to remain quiet and inconspicuous; to not reveal either himself or his location. But as this engagement begun, so must he.

He breathed deeply through his nose and concentrated on the very dirt in which the forest grew. His knees fell to the floor to gain a greater sense of self with it and to allow the Force more area through which to channel itself. His hands sprung into the softer dirt like a predator pouncing on unsuspecting prey, and through this he began to command to the Force to his will.
The dirt and soil, even trunks and grass began to shift as Vereor focused on releasing the molecules into something less solid and more liquid. He pictured the floor in molecular structure, bound to each other through compression and sought to release them. Altering an environment was a task that required little in the way of overt prowess in the Force and was something that the Sith favoured to entrap or destroy enemies.
In this instance, he intended to ensnare them in loose and liquid-like patches of soil. The trees and plants remained in their places, the latter supported only by a thin layer of surface dirt that had been left untouched. Underneath such a layer formed pools of thick, oozing black-coloured matter that resembled the worst quick sand.

When he was adequately pleased, his form returned to full height; hands and knees free from the dirt. Only patches, interlaced between the dense trees existed, and they would not continue to exist for long. If left covered, the mud eventually would harden, thicken and return as it was – the Force eventually dissipating from it.

[member=Darth Vulcanus] [member=Darth Ayra] [member=Trioc 'Quickshot'] [member=Azalus] [member=Alexandra Cinthra] [member=Calico Tal'Verda] [member=Keziah Denko] [member=Canal Tal'Verda] [member=Ori'Alor Tal'Verda] @Anyone else who is on the surface

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched the fires rage and drank in the fear that came, the fear of the fauna, the fear of the enemies, the fear of her allies, and most importantly her own fear as it fed her. Her eyes tinged slightly orange, a fleck of the color showing in her pupil instead of the natural black while she stood and donned her mask before pulling up her hood. She waited and watched for a target, moving past [member="Darth Ayra"] and [member="Darth Vulcanus"], letting the stormtroopers act as shields though for those looking to get lucky shots on her as she walked.

Her hands rested on her sabers under her pure white cloak that was pulled tight around her, her eyes scanned over the forest as she walked through it and listened to the sounds that came from it, and then she smiled as there was a feeling she had had before. She had been heading in [member="Keziah Denko"] and [member="Calico Tal'Verda"], her mind reaching out and feeling their presence, as they would feel hers if they had teaching in the force. "Interesting... very interesting..." Her armored body moved quickly through the forest, avoiding the Stormtroopers that were now a large target and stayed her course towards those she sensed.

@Anyone else i missed and are important

 

[IBIS-01 Taskmaster_Merge]

A single really large blip emerged on the Glaives' immense sensory network. It was a heavy hyperspace reading somewhere in low orbit. What emerged out of the bend was a long triangular ship, not all too different than an imperial vessel, clad in purple and azure and creeping incessantly towards the thin aqua glow that was the atmosphere on the horizon. The com lines suddenly burst open on all local channels.
"All systems nominal. Combat operations ready. Engaging Defense Protocol B-7R."
The heavy purple mass took a stand within modest firing range of the enemy Star Destroyer's port side. Now that was no fun, bringing a howitzer to a knife fight. The Crown was a bucket of bolts, a hand-me-down, and the shipyards had been getting ready to retrofit it or replace its model for quite some time now. The schematics and statistics were still on the drawing board however, thus it looked like it would yet see combat once more.
"Unknown enemy vessel.... Model: Xo'Xaan Star Destroyer. Developed by Sienar Fleet Systems. Revisions retrofitted by Subach-Innes Corporation. Offensive Capabilities: Four long range ion cannon batteries, eight long range turbolaser cannons. Database scan complete.... Unidentified Sith Remnant vessel, disengage all weapon systems and lower shields or this vessel will be forced to open fire. You have ten seconds to comply. T-Minus, 10... 9...."
It was never a dull moment when you had a top-tier experimental command droid as your bodyguard. It could control it's infrastructure with even the most minimal of crew.
All one hundred and twenty (120) fairly mundane but well-clustered Turbolaser Cannons mounted all over the topside hull had been traced to the known weak points in the armor; a testament to the data Alachei Mnemenos, former owner of the vessel and shipyards had personally cataloged and stored back when the Mnenchei Dominion had hundreds of them and the Republic required intelligence on how to best destroy them. If provoked, it would simply keep raining hundreds of repetitive turbolaser cannon bolts into the weaker points in the shielding and hull until the weapons breached the core and caused a critical failure, turning the Star Destroyer into one big firecracker. Failing that, the droid would have no quarrels about driving the mostly vacant ship straight into its flank, as the two were close enough for such a maneuver to have lethal consequences. It was best they just stay still, stuck in stalemate, while the fighters, gunships and infantry had their fun. They'd all live longer.
Meanwhile, a non-critical emergency signal was transmitted via encrypted HoloNet gateway to a one [member="Enigma"], whom was on the droid's protocol contact list.

[member="Kalen Esmara"], [member="Særa Ayña Savan"], [member="Vincent Jusik"]​

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

"What.... Incoming barrage, three o'clock high! Raise shields, full stop to all starboard engines and throttle the reverse thrusters to full! All hands, brace for full reverse."
The repetitive lasering of the ship continued to batter down against its shield system, weakening it more and more with each hit. The ship shook as the thin particle layer seemed to be nigh diminished. The ship began turning in place, all the while violently pushing back. A single, huge blast of ionic fire clipped the upper hull, burnishing a good chunk of the top off and damaging at least a dozen different sectors of the ship. Even an ion bolt could wreak havoc at that size. Air lock doors slammed shut as several dozen men fell either to the molten flame or were lost to the void. Even still, just a large gnaw against the corner, the ship was still fully flight-worthy... but for how much longer?
Fighters were scattered everywhere as the AF squadron of Languor-Class fighters formed a tangled mess with TIE fighters, bolts of bright red and green astray and missiles loosely falling off from periodic jamming every which way. The frigates continued to ascend to higher altitudes to avoid the maelstrom of dogfighting below, still escorted by a flight of four. The, Saera.... She was all alone, scared, panicked. Surprise consumed her when she saw the hyperspace signature on her HoloSynth and looked up to the dark zenith to see the old clanker of an imperial-style heavy cruiser arrive. The multi-gendered modular voice she then heard... she'd know from anywhere.
"I-IBIS Droid.... Taskmaster.... Hold that ship right there! Don't let it destroy the new Skira!!!"
The vessel was not a single month old. Saera wasn't a militant nor a CIS Navy officer. She was there for the sole purpose of investigation. Whoever her aggressors, they seemed to have a fetish for excessive force. The girl had done nothing wrong except play the fool... but not this time. Had a single moment more passed, the broken down fox-plant would have sent distress signals of her own to the CIS, and then, only more ships would arrive in pursuit of their corporate interest. If it didn't have to come to that, the better for everyone it was. It was blatantly obvious by now that the beacon that lured her and her Skira-Class here were forged. It was almost unworthy of further investigation, ad whoever had staged it, they clearly only wanted blood. They'd one day get a war, but now was not the time. Now, Saera had not one but two ships and a very rare and expensive droid to look after.
"This is Saera to all forces. Stand down, engage PSIS and disable your targeting systems for about twenty seconds. Let's see what they'll do...."
"Ma'am?!... Aye aye, Ma'am."
The Languors had superior armor and systems while the TIE had sheer speed and mobility over them. It was a never-ending cycle. If they could all lay down their arms for a moment, perhaps Saera could squeeze out of there alive and intact to return later with a better plan. She'd be damned if her forces - guards, soldiers and employees alike - didn't return back to their families and homes safely. One thing was still certain; she'd be back, and with a fierce vengeance.

[member="Kalen Esmara"], [member="Vincent Jusik"]​

 

[Revenchent]

A patch of shifting white, so obscured that Calivo had to lean forward and narrow his eyes to minor slits garnered the former Dreadguard's attention for a moment. Striking realization shot through his entire being; adrenaline filling his limbs like icy fire.

"That's alright my dear, we'll be waiting." In an almost hollow voice, he spoke, helmeted head dipping toward Keziah.

He opened the secure comm system linked directly with the few Concord vessels still orbiting the planet. They were small, quick hunks of metal that had managed to stay out of the attacker's sight right now, mostly because Calico's writer could not describe fleeting to save his life. That link gave the Concord's men and women a single advantage--communications that were difficult to crack into, and even more of an issue to jam.

And so, the former Grand Marshal stood tall and proud as he slapped the ordnance muzzle over the DC-17s stubby barrel. "Stormtroopers ladies and gentlemen. Some kind of Sith remnant." He paused to wince as a particularly close mortar round jarred him. "We've done this before. This is nothing new. Our groups are small, nimble. Many of you kids are the best damn soldiers in the known galaxy." His voice was clear and crisp over the comms, though he felt the need to raise it as he spoke. "We hold them here until the rear fleet arrives! We do not fight for our values today boys and girls! We fight for our brothers and sisters next to us! For the bonds between us!--Something these di'kuts cannot comprehend!"

The words drew faint cheers across the line from multiple locations. It was the truth, of course, there was no freedom or other immaterial value to spill blood over here. It was simply a case of us and them.

While the Concord's forces were deathly outnumbered, while that spike of very real fear stabbed into Calico's gut, while his soldiers--his kids--were being torn into by mortar rounds and turret fire, they would not sit down and take it.

Calico set off to flank the Stormtrooper's firing position, only to curse under his breath as the ground seemed to sink around his boot and eat his armored leg up to the knee. He scowled.

"Hold." He snapped, a free hand rising up in a quick fist. The soldiers paused, two others caught in the odd ground. He tried to pull his leg back, but it only succeeded in pulling him in further. The former Dreadguard groaned, arm outstretched to latch to that of one of his subordinates while the others were tended to. It would take some valuable time to get free, even more to find an alternative route.

In the mean time, two teams of four were circling around the E-Web's firing position on the other side of the forest. The sleek armored figures sprang up out behind trees and muddy rocks, weapons spitting azure blaster fire at the troopers operating the turrets. Lobs of fiery retribution arced over the trees from grenade launchers joined the assault. Then, just as quick as the men appeared to wreak havoc, they would try to make an impossibly quick run into the thicker part of the forest around the Sith's primary front. Hopefully they would make of unscathed. Hopefully, their attack would serve to make a slight difference.

It was in this moment that Calico remembered to call the Admiral. "Admiral." He grunted as two muscular OSTs worked to yank him out of the liquid-soil. "Stormtroopers on the ground. Can't tell numbers. Large, I'm thinking. My lads aren't surrounded yet, we have a chance. Our rear fleet will be arriving shortly. Do what you can, or nothing at all." His boot cleared the soggy mess, only for his other leg to begin to sink. "It's your call ma'am."

Little did he know that the fleet support was readying to leave the system. Little indeed.

@EVERYONE REALLY

 

[Atlas Kane]

A couple moments of tranquility later, gunships appeared. Azalus could see them pretty well, thanks to his scope. He wouldn't be able to do anything until they landed though, so no use calculating trajectories yet. It would be time for that as soon as they landed, which they did a couple moments later. Going from one to the other with his scope, Azalus counted them. During those counts he saw a couple troopers who stood out among the others. For instance one guy who had something like a crushed flower or something in his hand and was kneeling next to a ship, as well as two other soldiers, one of them being a female with completely different armor than the rest. It looked to be Templar armor, though Azalus couldn't really get a good look, since he had to count the troops that had landed before making any moves. Soon, he had seen all of them and picked his targets. Now, if they made a wrong move or if the signal would go off, he'd kill the six guys Azalus had picked as his first targets.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PXDEscgiTa8

Boom. One of the gunships that was circulating the area got hit and the noise was easily audible and recognizable. Then mortar fire that was hitting the ground and killing random targets left and right. The drums of war had begun to play and this was indeed going to be a slaughter. Then a subtle move of Azalus fingers, followed by a loud noise and one of the Troopers running towards the forest went down. Then another motion, another one down. This repeated another four times until the gun's magazine was empty, but after the magazine got replaced pretty quickly by Azalus, the shooting continued. This time he had chosen a couple troopers who were running away from burning E-WEB blaster positions. He got one or two, but he had missed a couple shots and the magazine was empty. He had to reload after that, but at least he got one or two of them, he didn't really count. Then he moved his scope back to the other troops who were now running towards the forest. He caught a glimpse of that one guy with the burned flower earlier who was currently getting help from two dudes in lighter armor. One shot and one of them was down. Then he brought his scope to the trooper who had the flower earlier. He centered his scope on the man's head and then pulled the trigger. Click. Frak, the magazine was empty. He would have to reload to continue his killing spree. He had only downed about four or five of them though. Those karkers were tough.

[member="Calico Tal'Verda"] @Other people who might be affected by zis

 

[Keziah Denko]

There were many force users now on planet with them. She sensed a presence that she hadn't in a while. One that was familiar to her as Keziah had received a bit of training from her in the past. The presence was growing strong which could only mean [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] was coming closer. What Keziah wasn't sure of was if she was friend or foe in this situation. It didn't matter either way, Keziah needed to go see what she was up to. Something told the young woman that her former blade master was up to no good and hear with the Sith.

Bitting her lip gently she glanced in the direction of [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] wondering if she ought to say something or if it would be better to slip away quietly as he would only protest. He would want her by his side but she needed to go do what she had to to keep the little group safe.

"The Sith are coming, I can feel their presence growing closer. I have to go there is one in particular..."She paused for a moment clearing her throat. "Stay safe. I love you Calico." She took his hand for a moment to give it a gentle squeeze before disappearing within the forest.

A one on one fight would be better for her than a full blown attack of all the Sith. It was possible she get ambushed but that was a risk she was willing to take. She couldn't have those she cared for hurt again by the Sith. Not on her watch.


[member="Vereor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Keziah Denko"]

Alexandra's eyes found the direction in which Keziah was approaching from and the signature was far more than familiar. Removing her mask she let her hood down and tied up her hair once more, as she had let it down while the mask had been worn. She clipped the mask to her belt and transferred her sabers to her hands before standing still and waiting with her hands crossed behind her back. Keziah would have been told by the end of the training session the last they met Alexandra's name, so she would likely call her by that once she saw her and not the alias she used when she didnt want her actual name to be known. Once Keziah did come in sight Alexandra only smiled and spoke in the soft toned voice that was just loud enough for the other woman to hear. "Well, hello there."

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Voices of Concord soldiers filtered through Zius' comm as he listened to their sounds of struggle. His expression was blank and apathetic at best, this not being the first time he's heard the cries of men dying among the battlefield, Imperial and Liberty alike. The gunship Zius rode in howled through the air, the bombastic artillery blossomed in the sky with smoke and fire as the heavy gunner sprayed a rain of rounds downward at enemy positions. Calico's message rang loud and clear--kill them all, protect your family. Zius stood and grasped the metallic handle of the ship's interior, gazing down at the combat that broke out like wildfire. The Sith... they had returned in a way that brought back memories of the Empire and when it still stood strong, looming over the faces of those who could not defend themselves.

Today would be a different day. Today is the day the Sith understand what it's like to feel helpless, beaten.

Trees fell ablaze, the vegetation of the planet's surface becoming blackened obliteration. Zius turned his head towards the pilot just as the heavy gunner on his side took the impact of a round to his dome, falling out of the ship and descending quickly towards the ground. Blaster bolts slapped the side of the gunship and managed to tear away at an engine causing it to explode, sending a surge through the gunship itself as the alarms and system alerts blared, the gunship now becoming a giant screeching hunk of durasteel. The Dark Jedi hastily snapped an order to the pilot; one which may seem ludicrous and foolish, but a means to throw figurative punch into the Sith's face.

"Pilot, I want you set us on a course straight for the enemy. Get behind their lines and make sure you run over as many as you can."

The pilot looked over his shoulder and simply gave a nod and turned back towards the windshield, staring at an amassed cluster of Stormtroopers. His right hand slowly pushed forward on the steering handle, causing the ship to dive nose-first into the wretches who still kept the Empire alive. Zius then turned back to look at the multitude of soldiers prepared to give their lives for the cause of the Liberty Concord, clutching their rifles confidently as they all peered at their commander.

"We show no mercy to this threat. If you so much as stop firing or let up, you will be killed. Do you all understand me? We fight to kill, to protect each other for the victory of our freedom. Show the Sith that just because one fights for peace, does not mean that blood is a sight that makes us cringe. Show them their own failure."

And as he finished his motivational speech, the gunship slammed into the ranks of many, many Imperial forces. Bodies would be flung from the cockpit as the velocity of the screaming deathtrap had yet to slow. Death would be marked in a straight line of burning fury and durasteel as the corpses of Stormtroopers littered the surrounding area due to the shock-wave of the ship crashing. Enemy reinforcement rushed to the scene from neighboring areas, weapons aimed and ready to open fire on the seemingly dead gunship.

"ATTACK!"

The defiant shout resonated throughout the trees as a multitude of stalwart soldiers and a daring Dark Jedi sprang out from the ship, opening a wave of concentrated blaster fire upon the opposition, watching them fall on top of each other as they began to die one by one. Zius himself charged into the crowd, ripping through the armour of the Imperial armed forces with vibroblade and lighstaber; ramming the elongated blade from his arm into the gut of a hapless gunner and then decapitating him with the crimson blade that once relished the flesh of innocence. More opened fire upon the man destroying their brethren, soon feeling the fiery pain of a lightsaber ripping through their chests with a few quick slashes.

Today is the day the Sith learn their place.

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Keziah Denko"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"] [member="IBIS-01 Taskmaster"] [member="Vincent Jusik"] [member="Kalen Esmara"] [member="Vereor"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

"Great, now we can't get out of this void that we're stuck in." Without thinking Canal grabbed Ori'Alor's hand and began running towards the forest with his team. They had to run in zig zags in order to dodge the turrets. But they seemed to concentrate more on Calico's team rather than Canal's because of the numbers that they both have.

The team finally made it to the forest, after avoiding inaccurate mortars and turret fire from the enemy. "All right men. There will be a day when all of us falls down to the ground like withered dead flowers, but it is not this day. There will be a day when the Concord falls down and is forever destroyed from foes, but it is not this day. No, on this day our little numbers will show fear and destroy those who dare to confront us. And what they will see is the living death coming at them and conquering their numbers. That us what we and them will see." This little impromptu speech seemed to raise up the morale of his team which wouldn't drop even if they were to face a battalion.

"So here's what we're going to do. We're going to do guerilla warfare on these guys. But the snipers will act as recon and will take down any targets that seem like a huge threat and youre to move from tree to tree so and Nuke will be in charge of the recon. So let's move it boys." He was close to Ori'Alor and looked at her. "Stay close to me."

He, Ori'Alor, and the rest of the team (excluding the sniperssnipers) moved out to find the AA teams. He kept a close eye on his HUD to make sure there were no snipers or trooper ready to ambush them. Suddenly his HUD picked up an AA team. They moved in and slaughtered the team before they could even fire or do anything to them. 'Good. No casualties so far and no signs of peril.'

"Calico, where are you vod? And what's your status?" Canal said in the coom link with Calico, worrying about his brother, friends and his mate. "Sir, this is Nuke. My team has dispatched one of the AA teams. What do we so next?" "Find and kill enemy AAs. We need support and if we want that them we have to make sure the ships land with no harm being done to them. Don't commence combat with a fire team or anything that seems to outmatch you. And if you see a small group of enemies then you may kill them as well." "All right lads. There's no time to waste. We have to take care of the AA teams so our forces can come without being harmed. Keep your guard up. The enemy is not stupid so there might be fire teams around here." With that he moved out with his team to find the remaining of the AAs.

@everyone

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

To Clarify this Timeline is before Galaar's capture
In Space above the World:

The Star Destroyer would likely detect a single Ardent-Class Fast Frigate jump into the region of space, in fact only a few hundred miles away from the SD. The ship was indeed flying Liberty Concord colors and quickly pulsed out scans of the area. Its shields and weapons already powered, fighters and shuttles prepared to be scrambled. It had been waiting n the other end of the system to provide a quick getaway if things went sour and their air superiority was crippled. Which all of the above had happened...

The Captain of the vessel, one Galaar Tal'Verda instantly sprung to action. "Send the message to that CIS ship to hold its ground! We need its fire support for a few minutes." Indeed, the female captain of the ship [member="Særa Ayña Savan"] woould be hailed from one of the comms officers. "Ma'am. This is the Thundering Spire, our Captain, despite our political differences is humbly asking you to hold your ground and provide fire support against any and all enemy fighters in the region. This is our best chance of escaping."

With that message sent Galaar looked toward their foe. It was a sing Star Destroyer, nearly twice the size of his own. It had a superior compliment of fighters, and better guns for capitol ship engagement. The scans, however, showed one weakness. It had no shielding against slow moving projectiles and attacks. Thoughts ran through the clone's head, the first off being to ram the whole ship into the SD. The second, however, that came to mind. He liked far more.

"I want twenty of our thirty fighters to be guided by droid pilots or... volunteers... Load those fighters with all the explosives you can as well as two shuttles. I want all of these ships to fly for the Destroyer's bridge, engine, or shield generators. This is for the Concord gentlemen. Oya!" To his surprise four pilots volunteer for the duty, two in the shuttles and two in the fighters. The selected ships were quickly loaded with the said materials from the flight crews and the Ardent-Class moved to attack position. Its speed far more than that of the giant they were moving to engage.

"I want three turbolaser volley's toward the ship's hanger! Then angle the belly upward to take the return fire. Launch the fighters..... Now!" With Galaar's mention, the Ardent's thirty's fighters disembarked in wide formation to evade fire. The shuttles moving with two fighter escorts. Right after they were launched the smaller frigate opened fire with its turbolasers, angling its belly upward the whole time.

Hopefully the CIS would keep the NO's fighters engaged.

[member="Vincent Jusik"]
[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Trioc 'Quickshot']

Trioc put his mask on as he glanced around at the chaos, a gunship had crashed and men seemed to be pouring out of it, snipers were firing all around and the sound of dieing men was prevalent, Trioc knew that another gunship crash like that could be devastating, and the only way of stopping it was the AA teams.

He moved quickly, flicking out his saber and igniting it as he ran towards the nearest AA team in the forest and ordered them to fire at more ships. He figured they already knew that but, he might as well encourage them, with that he began standing guard for the AA team and wondering if the enemy would try to land reinforcements.
[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

Jusik cursed as red clusters appeared on his map. Apparently the enemy had brought reinforcements, a frigate if the readout was correct. The pilot cursed heavily and smacked the dash angrily as he slotted another of the fighter party. With the SD distracted with the other vessel and the majority of his pilots occupied with the fighter group Jusik had a fe decisions to make. The thing most peculiar about the reinforcements was the group that was swinging wide, the fighters had a protective formation around what appeared to be a few select fighters and shuttles.

They appeared to be on a path to board. Not good.

The lieutenant couldn't allow that to happen. The results had the potential to be catastrophic.

"Karking son of a nerf herding...." Jusik mumbled as he punched in the proper orders.
The enemy fighters were slowing up, trying to pull out from what he could tell, and while he wanted to destroy them the battle was pulling them in another direction.

The TIEs that could disengaged from their targets and sped towards Jusik's new rally point.The Sith attempted to open a com to the enemy and spoke a few cold words.

"You can leave."

Before propelling his fighter to join his fellows. The majority of the TIEs now sped towards the newly arrived fighters with a fanatical zeal. Jusik knew many of them would not survive this.

"Target the ships the fighters are protecting. Kill them all."

The opposing vessels lasers struck across the black with a startling speed.

Jusik doubted whether either group would survive this engagement.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Ori'Alor kept with [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]'s Team, having drawn her sword and disgaurded the robe long ago. In the clearing, one of the AA Team Members went down, a Fett Cal Trench Knife sticking out of his neck. Ori'Alor walked out into the clearing, pulling her knife back to her with the Force, and reshiething it. "Boy, you are party to murder, I suggest you leave." Ori'Alor said, in a threateningly serene voice to [member="Trioc 'Quickshot'"] "Before i dole out your punishment." Ori'Alor started walking towards the boy, pulling out one of her Machine Pistols, and twirling it on her finger idly.

The Lost Blade, originally Ori'Alor's Private ship, had been taken over by the Akaan'Ade recently. More specifically, a team of the Mercinary Companies' new Ori'Ramikade(Supercommando Corps). The Team had 15 Members, all were Ex-Dread Gaurd, the foundation of the Ori'Ramikade. They had comedeered the ship because it's owner had asked them too, and they took it one system out from where the Beacon had been detected, in case anything went wrong, and Backup was needed. After a communication black out, it was assumed by the team that an emergency had happened, and the ship jumped over into the system. With that, the ship quickly decended into orbit, and broke the cloud cover. The Ship first saw the Mortars firing, and quickly landed nearby, disembarking the 15 troopers. The Fifteen Ori'Ramikade started making thier way over to the Mortar positions.

 

[Kalen Esmara]

Kalen clenched his left fist and slammed onto the arm of his command chair lightly denting the metal as he pointed towards the heavy cruiser angrily. "THEY DID NOT LISTEN DESTROY THEM NOW!" With that single command the Star destroyer started to spin in place before its weapons came to bear on the Crown that was behind him. Narrowing his eyes he held up his right hand pointing at it calmly as he called out calmly. "ALL WEAPONS FIRE!" There would be a dimming of the lights as the galaxy outside was lit up with a large volley of turbolaser and ion cannon fire. A grand total of eight heavy long range turbolasers, four quad long range ion cannons, twenty quad turbolaser cannons, and forty heavy turbolaser turrets.

Shortly after that barrage there was a flash of light as a Ignis II-class frigate dropped out of hyperspace joined by a smaller Deimos-class imperial gunship. These two ships brought their shields up and noting the chaos moved forward only to detect a small group of fighters in their way. Noting this the Ignis known as the Devil's Scepter fired all of its weapons towards them for a grand total of fifteen heavy turbolaser cannons, fifteen Ion cannons, two assault concussion missile launchers, twelve concussion missile launchers, and eight quad laser cannons. The Deimos after this first barrage would dive under the weapons line and blast forward yes this was a risky manueuver but the closer it got the more use it would be. Seconds later it to opened up with its twenty-eight point defense lasers.
@Saera Anya Savan [member="IBIS-01 Taskmaster"] [member="Zius Tal'Verda"]

 

[Keziah Denko]

"Hello," she replied cautious moving a little bit closer to [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] . She wasn't sure what she was doing here and Keziah didn't want to jump to conclusions just on the off chance that she was really a friend not a foe. "What are you doing out here?" It was easy to see what she was doing. What business did Alexandra have out here?

A hand lightly brushed along her saber as she stopped walking. Her eyes went to the Sith in front of her. Keziah wouldn't be the first one to move. She didn't want to fight if they didn't have to perhaps they could just talk it out? If not she had some tricks up her sleeve.