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War was such an inherently selfish act. Er'in had come, over the last month or so, to really rather regard it as both a waste and an exultation of her newfound beliefs.
So setting foot on Tattooine - a planet so pointless she wasn't even quite sure why anyone wanted to fight over it - had promised to be good exercise.
So far, it wasn't proving to be much other than very sandy and a bit overblown. Her last battle had been unexpected, she'd lost control and discovered who she was. This time she wanted to put that woman to the test... she wondered if she might not be better plundering some Sith ruins, quite honestly.
Still, she stalked silently along beside the others, sword sheathed, lightsaber hung at her belt, waiting for the war to start. It wasn't anything personal against the other side, indeed, it wasn't anything personal that brought her here at all - the Confederacy had been attacked, and it would retaliate - wasn't that the great cycle of nations? Of the galaxy? Of light and dark?
For a split second Digam considered arguing, but the anger in the Inquisitors voice told him that wasn’t wise. Digam went and got into the pilots seat of the Land speeder assigned to him and [member="Anse Tahvo"]. He put his helmet on and put the shotgun by his side before strapping in and calling out to Tahvo.
“Come on Tahvo, I’m willing to bet your the better shot between the two of us and I’d rather like to avoid being shish kebab-ed by the inquisitor”
Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley outpost
Enemies: CIS, their allies and [member="Sol Damerin"]
Allies: GE, their allies. Nearby [member="Anya Malvern"]
Objective: Survive the artillery
Anya asked for a fill in on what had happened in her life for the past year since they last saw each other and Zesiro was just about to fill her in. A brief break in her sister's serious façade happened and they shared a hug that lasted only moments before it returned. Holding a hand out in an attempt to correct Anya when mentioned she was part of the Empire again. That wasn't quite the case, however, she wasn't given the opportunity to even begin.
The high pitched whistling was clue enough. The next couple things happened almost all at the same time. Anya pushed her down and attempted to shield her with her body, but the hitting of rounds nearby shook everything and then she knocked away luckily. The structure around her crumpled and crumbled under the assault of the rounds.
The ground around was highly reminiscent of when she helped the Empire secure Bothawui. There, she had avoided being hurt though, this time she wasn't so lucky. Already having had her legs broken once, she was here recovering from that. They were mostly healed by now, but weakened. Attempting to protect herself, Zesiro put a barrier around herself, but when she hit the ground the first time, she lost her focus. The impact left her winded and skidding along the ground.
Coming to an abrupt halt feet first, she heard and then felt one of her legs break...again. Not as painful as the last time, she stayed awake and was able to crawl behind something further away from the base that had been kicked up like a beehive. Taking a moment to lay her head back, Zesiro attempted to push the pain away. Far enough away from the main battle and out of any condition to fight, she could now only hope nobody came upon her that would want to fight.
With the crew sorted out, the Inconsequential returned to normal operational status, making up for its loss efficiency in previous firing solutions with doubled the rate of fire against the cruisers. The rumbling was more frequent, but the bridge crew quickly acclimatized to the sensation. To some, it was even pleasurable. Of course, with even less down times between volleys the gun crews couldn't correct their firing solutions to make precision shots anymore; orders were clear, all guns double time, hits be damned.
Standing over the situation table with an uneasy expression, Gabriel calmed himself down with the knowledge that their captain- his mentor - was doing his utmost best to keep the crew functioning while the ship's on board Inquisitorial team handled whatever it was that caused the sudden psychosis wave in the crew. The commander's understanding of the Force was rudimentary but he understood the effects it had.
His skin shivered, recalling the sudden wave of dread. He glanced at the opposite end of the table, watching the captain shift through the numbers of the current engagement. Battle damage had 5th Squadron at relatively optimistic numbers, with only Boo! sustaining an immediate shield failure after taking the brunt of a single turbolaser lance- her own lieutenant reported that it would take a while before they could restore shields, but had maneuvered behind one of the Admiral's cruisers.
As for their unwanted EWS signature. . . .'Desirable' had yet to report back, though at least the fleet could rest at ease, aware that their communications were relatively unmolested.
The captain remained aloof towards current proceedings, seemingly engrossed in the progress of 4th Squadron and her captain. "Brooke, sir?" Tobruk kept silent, eyes latched onto the holographic display. "Captain Tobru-"
"For the last time, Gabriel: it's Eso or Brooke. I heard you the first time, what is it Torc?" The echani turned red at the call out and hastily cleared his throat. "I'm just wondering, sir, what our next move is."
Tobruk remained silent, watching the shapes of 4th squadron melt barrels on a single target before zooming out of the grid. The holographic display of the naval combat did nothing to quell the uneasy feeling the commander had in his stomach but he kept it to himself; the appearance of Vice Admiral Kalast's fleet was a much needed morale boost for Ephraim's forces, but Gabriel watched in muted horror as the mass of ships barreled through the CIS forces. It had been so for the past few minutes and Tobruk had yet to give out new orders.
"You worried Gabbie?"
"Please don't call me that sir."
He looked back, unable to hide his disappointment. "And here I thought we were friends, Gabriel. No matter: alert 5th squadron, we're burning fuel to support 4th squadron at the roof of our fleet. Divert power away from our guns and feed them to our engines, I want to get there as soon as possible. Jorell!" The zabrak looked up from his conversation with his next door neighbour. "Get 'Boo!' and 'Success' to link up with 4th squadron's corvettes, I want our arrival to be undisturbed by their fighters."
"Aye aye!" confirmed the ensign eagerly. "An acquaintance of yours sir?" queried the commander. "Of a sort." Tobruk replied, rubbing his chin. "We'll do no good here in the middle of Tarkin's fleet slinging shots at cruisers when we can go over them. Between his fleet and ours, we can give at least one of their senior officer's troub-"
"Cap'n, vampire signatures dead ahead! Inbound for 4th squadron!" Gabriel turned his head to the holo-map as a swarm of red blips, too many to count, surged for the squadron. "Get 'Don't Blink!', shut those signatures down!"
"Already on it!"
No, Gabriel thought. There's too many.
". .we still have to try." he mumbled. Tobruk on the other hand zoomed into the CIS element currently engaging the friendly markers, sifting through their composition. Pointing at one ship in particular, the largest one in terms of meterage among the rest, the captain turned around and barked out his next orders.
"Gunnery! Divert power away from our light batteries and into our tractor beam, target that ship. It's most likely their flagship. Fire away once we have successfully linked up with Captain Haasa! Comms, I want 'Desirable' to shut that ship up!"
The chorus of aye ayes resonated within the bridge as Tobruk walked away from the table and seated himself upon his command throne, pulling a monitor to him. Gabriel stood by the table, watching as a portion of the inbound proton torpedo signatures veered away harmlessly. Yet despite their efforts, there was no saving the squadron from the hard fact: those missiles were going to hit, one way or another. Never had the junior officer felt so helpless- was this what the captain was feeling behind the veneer of confidence?
Seated upon his throne, Tobruk licked his dry lips and hummed a classic piece to himself, drumming his fingers away on the arm rest.
The tune certainly did not help ease the commander's uneasiness.
Action Summary
- 5th Squadron peels away from [member="Ephraim Tarkin"] 's fleet and moves to support @Chūichi Haasa 's squadron. INV 'Boo!' and INV 'Success by Design' goes full speed to link up with 'Coyote' & 'Fleetfoot' to set up an anti-fighter/bomber sphere. - 'Don't Blink's' defensive crew attempts to divert some of [member="Muad Dib"] 's proton torpedoes and missile swarms away from 4th Squadron. - 'Inconsequential' begins to charge up main tractor beam, targeting [member="Muad Dib"] 's flagship Charlie the Unicorn. Will fire next turn once regrouped with 4th Squadron. - 'Desirable Consequences' switches priority and attempts to prevent any communication signals from the flagship, whether incoming or outgoing. 'Don't Blink' still attempts the same communication blackout effect on [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] 's Subjugator.
○ - Aboard the INV 'Imperial Diplomacy' - ○ CO:Chūichi Haasa, CAPT | XO: Noval Tymon, CMDR
Outer Rim | Arkanis Sector | Mara Corridor
○ - Objectives - ○ ○ - Defend Tatooine from CIS invasion efforts - ○ ○ - Engage with and destroy CIS naval assets in orbit of Tatooine - ○ ○ - Live to tell about it - ○
In those initial moments of the engagement, a few things seemed to happen all at once. First came the arrival of yet another contingent of the CIS: they announced themselves with one of the weakest attempts at psychological warfare that Chūichi had ever seen or heard of. Only the first few notes came over the speaker before the tell-tale buzzing of a counter-hacking operation could be heard silencing it. But it was enough to earn a scowl from the Captain as his XO set to work solving it with a simple, "Comm, fluctuate the encryption pattern. I don't know who kicked them off but lets not trust it keeps up!"
A barked affirmative was heard and then someone in the CIC had the good senses to call out that a return volley of fire was inbound. Even though his vessel was far too big for him to feel such impacts from deep within the hull, the Captain had to school himself not to clutch the edge of the table or to tense up and brace.
"All stations report in!"
A myriad of voices responded as the officers and enlisted sailors at various stations sounded off their status to their section leaders before passing it on to the Captain himself. The general summary was that their weapons were on the way, the enemy was moving, and power was being quickly shunted from engines to shields. They were trained and well-disciplined sailors who knew how to deal with a threat. They had virtually begun to act without orders with knowledge of what was required of them. However, the enemy fire was still incoming and the fleet responsible was no less a threat now than before.
The work of the INV 'Circuit Burner' would be the first thing to show itself. Truly, those sailors had earned their pay. The first third of those incoming missiles would be seen going wide: their readings squawking back to fire control centers that the Imperial squadron had seemingly jumped over fifty kilometers away from its original starting point: twinkling mini-stars disappearing into the black. The remaining missile barrage was chewed away by point-defense fire of the inter-mingled frigates and corvettes as gunners and automated systems alike waited for them to approach before opening fire.
That was when someone called out from their station, "Next volley, incoming!" And the markers for incoming torpedoes appeared.
It was a second swarm of indicators on the displays that told everyone watching more enemy fire was incoming. Specific markers even went so far as to designate approximately what sort of weapon was even being fired at them. Those marks moved fast across the open space between the two forces, as Chūichi and Noval looked to one another. As that unspoken question passed between them: would the point-defense batteries be enough? They were about to get their answer when the most curious thing happened.
A few of the markers peeled off. Yet another EWS ship working went to work and in that moment the Captain felt an incredible sense of relief wash over him - just before impact.
The CIS would see their best results from their proton torpedoes. Technical experts slicing on consoles could only do so much: at the end of the day a cruiser was still a cruiser, and wasn't easily hidden away. Distorted targeting solutions and ship signatures would see many of the torpedoes sail between the squadron's hulls, but not more than a quarter of the over three hundred projectiles would miss by such a wide margin. Many more that slipped past point-defense guns impacted against the shields of the squadron's larger vessels. Though they were mercifully saved from annihilation by quick-acting crews, damage would be undeniable.
'Moonbird' showed the worst damage for it all with the deep gashes in her bow as her shields had flickered away under the staggered fire and scorch marks over the front third of her hull. 'Picket Runner' had less outward damage, but her engines had taken a hit to power output and there was at least two fires in the some of the more forward interior compartments.
In the first second's lull that came from the exchange, Chūichi found himself scowling as he punched down on the button to open up communications channels to his squadron, "4th Squadron, return the favor! Staggered volleys! Focus fire on the 'Gambler's Fate'!"
And so a fresh sort of hell was unleashed.
The gunnery crews of the heavy cruiser 'War Maiden' were equally enraged and encouraged by what they'd witnessed the 'Gambler's Fate' do as she had maneuvered herself between their guns and their targets. It was a brave thing to do in the heat of battle. Foolish, true. But also brave. They also saw the way she was rotating on her axis and they weren't keen to let her just save herself like that: All ten of the port and starboard turbolaser cannons, the twenty quad-laser turbolasers, and the five fore long-range turbolaser batteries were sighted in on the 'Gambler's Fate' as she spun. Her fleeting starboard, her belly, and her port were all picked as valid enough targets to ruin.
Simultaneously the 'Moonbird' and the 'Picket Runner' sought revenge for damages they had suffered and saw the 'Gambler's Fate' as as valid a target as any. That meant that in total there were six twin light turbolasers, six twin medium turbolasers, twenty eight quad-laser turbolaser cannons, two heavy turbolasers, and nearly the full battery of the 'War Maiden' were set to melt just one ship.
The second volley came only a few seconds later from the 'Imperial Diplomacy' and 'Nobleman'. They primarily focused their collective fire on Maud Dib's four carriers: dispersing the better part of over ten heavy turbolaser cannons, six quad tubrolasers, and a pair of heavy ion cannons between those four targets. Trailing behind that fire came a dispersed volley of twelve proton torpedoes from the 'Nobleman's' starboard battery.
The third 'wave' was once more directed to the 'Gambler's Fate' as fighter squadrons from the 'Imperial Diplomacy' and 'Nobleman' flitted about among the Imperial squadron to line up for their own strikes. A collective one hundred and forty four missiles came sailing for the 'Gambler's Fate' in the glowing wake of turbolaser and ion cannon fire. The collective light was truly something spectacular to behold.
And as this all continued, 'Circuit Burner' slunk back through the squadron's formation to hide herself physically between the profile of the two other cruisers. While in the control center technical experts redoubled their efforts to keep targeting solutions against the squadron scrambled and unreliable.
○ - Successfully defeated incoming missile volleys with a mixture of EWS and point-defense fire. ○ - Benefited from EWS support by 5th Squadron against proton torpedoes. ○ - INV 'Moonbird' suffered damage to her armor plating and front sections. ○ - INV 'Picket runner' suffered engine damage and has internal fires in forward compartments. ○ - The following happened as a rapid "volley fire" sequence of events. ○ - 'War Maiden', 'Moonbird' and 'Picket runner' focused main batteries on the 'Gambler's Fate' ○ - 'Imperial Diplomacy' and 'Nobleman' focused main battery and missile fire on [member="Muad Dib"] 's carriers. ○ - Massed torpedo fire from organic fighter complements were directed as another volley at 'Gambler's Fate".
4th Squadron, 4th Fleet - "4th of the 4th" - The Red Javelin INV 'Imperial Diplomacy'
○ - Vindicator IV-class escort cruiser
○ - 700 meters, total length
- ○ - 1x squadron, TIE/LN Mark IV starfighters
- ○ - Various non-combat/support craft
INV 'Nobleman'
○ - Vindicator II-class escort cruiser
○ - 600 meters, total length
- ○ - 1x squadron, Scimitar assault bombers
- ○ - 2x squadrons, TIE/IN Mark IV starfigthers
- ○ - 4x Sentinel transport shuttles
- ○ - Various non-combat/support craft
Location: Outskirts of GE Outpost. Near Mos-Eisley
Objective: Long Range Marksmanship set up With @Mythos and a big gun.
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Anastasia Verd"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] | [member="Katria Vekarr"] |
Enemies: GE and buddies
The Matador allowed the Monarch to do the talking, following his King upward and just beyond the visage of their reinforcements. "Confederate forces are north-east of us Mythos, we should get moving. Cover me." The Matador barked his order. The large giant leapt from his position, leaving the second Wampa rifle in his wake as he slid down the Cliffside; using the force to leap forward a few feet as he reached the bottom, the neural system in his suit causing a magnetic spike on his back as Oribuir jolted slightly, sitting upward a few more inches as the Matador's hand found its finger gripping the weapons hilt, holding it in place as he moved forward into a sprint; massive chrome legs carrying him faster than one would expect as he drew closer to the chosen landing area.
The small outpost was meagre, the Anti-Air turrets were busy firing hot green plasma into the air whilst the Imperial below hurried about, readying for attack. "Bellators, prepare charges. I will delay the enemy. Mythos, you have my back." The Giant turned the corner on a group of Imperial soldiers, fire spewing from his mouth as he caught them in the midst of his flames; melting their armour and flesh into a black soot as Oribuir collided with their bodies, knocking their abominable visages from his sight as he sprinted forward; releasing a force blast from his hand as a small group of Imperials opened fire, their bolts and bodies reflected backward.
To their left, a group of Bellators emerged from the left as the Matador moved to their right. Leading the resident forces away as they planted the charges. Several shots from Mythos kept the Imperials at bay as they soon realised the chrome monster was not alone. "Bring the Cathedral Ships down from orbit. Now!" The Matador barked his order as a total of a total of Six Catherdral ships moved in orbit as the anti-air cannons erupted in response to the charges placed by their Bellator Warriors. The massive slow bulks moved through the orbit was slowly as one could picture a Galactic Turtle. Only four managed to break orbit, moving towards the CIS staging area with pillars of smoke erupting from their Pyramid bodies, yet still able to land easily. The Cathedral Ships of the Ancient Eye could take beatings unlike any other.
The Matador contacted [member="Srina Talon"], using his on-board communication system. "Cathedral Ships are en-route to your position. Make sure the Cathedral ships have room to land in the staging area, and unload are troops. Mythos and I will arrive shortly after."
Four Cathedral ships slowly descended upon the Confederates position as both Mythos and The Matador returned to their vehicles, the Cathedrals ships upon landing would set up their Deflector Shields, giving sufficient protection to all within the Staging area. The boarding ramps extending from each as a volley of troops descended from each. A total of 20,000 Ancient Eye Clone soldiers lead by Tol Varen Militia Commanders for every thousand, assisted by a total of 46 Thrawn Battle-Tanks accompanied by a total of 30 AM-AT Centipedes.
Both Kabel Drei and Seimar Falcron, members of the fabled Promethean Guard were that, acting as Generals under strict order of the War-Chieftain, overseeing the set up of Hammer Artillery positions. Both the Matador and Mythos returned to their transport, moving towards the staging area to assist the Confederates.
Mere minutes after their troopers had came out in display their bronze and gold armour glimmering in the desert suns heat, the Matador would arrive, energetically moving from the shuttle leaving Mythos in his wake as he marched just a few feet beyond his forces, eyes landing on Srina. "Lady Talon, we're ready." The Matador turned to his men, raising Oribuir over his head as the giant barked words of War in Ankhyptian. "Ek-Ba, Mathra Ku ta! Is Nekba Antanama!" The Matador turned with a grimace on his face as each of their soldiers raised a fist, a thundering HUHpushed from their lungs.
"Here we are. Fight us now..." The Matador muttered to himself, feeling the itch of rage in his fingers. "At your word Lady Talon."
[SIZE=11pt]The holotable in front of Adron reflected a scene occurring outside the Garrison perimeter. [member="Seto Du Couteau"] , the young Inquisitor Adron had entasked, could be seen ushering the last of the refugees into the Garrison. The High Moff looked to the women and children, reminding him of his own people on Serenno. Another group of people he could not save. He had already vowed not to allow his enemies to take anything from him. If the CIS wanted this planet, they would get rubble, if they wanted the people, they would get corpses. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]However as Adron looked to the helpless civilians, he wondered if he could go through with such a thing. Commit so many people to death, on pride alone. Deciding not to center his mind on these things, he turned back to his own Military Commander. “Marshal, what's our status?” Nolan had been working hard to keep himself updated on the situation of both the ground and space forces, so he could better inform the High Moff. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“We have reinforcements in space sir, we may be able to work out some planetary fire but first we need the enemies coordinates.” The Marshal reported, staring at the terminal before him with narrowed eyes. “There have been several landings reported in the last hour but we have no means of calculating actual numbers sir but we beli-” A loud boom shook the garrison, causing several alarm systems to go off. “We have incoming, sir! Artillery rounds!” The Marshal reported, however Adron did not need a statement on the obvious. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Adron turned to the Marshal, arching a brow. “Do we have any shield capabilities?” He asked the man, but was met with a Stoic shake of the head. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]So this battle will be brief. Adron mused, watching as his odds dwindled before him. “We need to strike at those artillery or we will not survive. Can we calculate their position using-” Another explosion cut the High Moff off, however Nolan was keen to his plan. “Yes sir, but it will take a few minutes!” As more explosions erupted around the Garrison, Adron called out. “We only have a few minutes!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Over the holotable Adron could see their base was also being harassed by enemy fighters. “Scramble our TIE units to intercept those K-Wings and order our gunships to prepare for takeoff.” Adron commanded before turning to see the Inquisitor, Seto had completed his orders. “Prepare yourself for battle. I'm sending you and some men-”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Sir! We have…. Oh my God…” An officer said, causing Adron to turn from the Inquisitor to see the feed that laid before him. Hundreds of thousands of battle droids flooded their sensors, along with some hundred Confederate tanks. Adron stared at the sight for a moment before exhaling, this was no longer a battle, it was a funeral. Turning back to Seto, he spoke softly to the communications officer. “Order all units to stand their ground and hold their sectors. Inform them that reinforcements are on the way.” A lie, to fuel moral and hope, however in the moment the Empire would be short on both. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Get me the Imperial Fleet.” The High Moff ordered, standing in front of the Holoscanner as his feed was patched in to [member="Ephraim Tarkin"]. “Vice Admiral. This is High Moff Malvern. I do not have much time so I must be brief. My forces on Tatooine are outnumber nearly a hundred to one. We are facing enemy artillery, fighter harassment, and an imposing droid army. If we are to survive I will need your help. I will transmit the location of the Droid Army as well as the enemy artillery, if your ships can commence bombing we may survive. If not, we will die as heroes. Glory to the Empire, Vice Admiral.” Adron inclined his head to the communications officer to cut the feed. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“High Marshal, you are in command. See that those coordinates are transmitted and we stay alive a bit longer.” The High Moff ordered. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Yes sir. Alright you sorry lot, lets die with some karking style!” Nolan called out, making his way over to the command table. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He turned to Seto once more, clearing his throat. “Now. It's time to go on the offensive.” He said, before gesturing for the Inquisitor to follow him out of the command room, and towards the gunship bays. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]OOC:[/SIZE]
Troop Compliment [SIZE=11pt]Imperial Garrison-
- 8,573 Imperial Stormtroopers-Taking cover from indirect fire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 10 Imperial Novatroopers-Taking cover from indirect fire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 7 Imperial AT-ST- Taking indirect fire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 4 Imperial AT-AT- On standby[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 16 Imperial TIE Fighters- Supporting Reaper Squadron/Engaging K-Wings[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]- 20 LAAT Gunships-On standby[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Action Summary:[/SIZE] 300 Mos Eisley refugees escorted inside the Imperial Garrison , room rigged with explosives.
Garrison taking damage from Indirect artillery fire .
[member="Darth Metus"] artillery location transmitted to Imperial fleet.
Droid army led by [member="Aya Clarke"] location transmitted to Imperial fleet .
Objective- regain footing, hold off the upcoming attack as long as possibly!
Allies-GE [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Zesiro"]
Enemies-hoardes of droids, raining hell, cis. Possibly [member="Sol Damerin"]
Ringing, screams of the injured and shouts of the confused. Anya opened her eyes suddenly as it all came to her, a medic was looking her over. She pushed him away and stood as she let a breath out and looked around seeing the chaos around her.....she shook her head and kept turning. She finally took a breath and focused her mind as she started walking towards the forefront of the wounded and those gathering themselves
Next her mind click....where was her sister! She looked around quickly sensing her far off as she started running for her quickly. She had to still be ok she hopes so....she stopped as she spotted something in the distance
get me a pair of monobinocs!
A trooper ran over and handed a pair, she took it and zoomed in as she froze and slowly lowered, droids...droids as far as she could see. Reminded her of the stories she heard of the original cis...she frowned and turned
I want anyone available to fight form a line and prepare to defend this garrison! If we fall! We fall fighting! Do not show mercy! For they will not! Do not show fear! Your all marked as heroes! Fight till your last dying breath....fight for your Empire
The men that could fight stood and cheered, anya looked to where she felt her sister and started running again kicking up sand as she pants setting quiet far before she found her sister and slid to a stop as she crouched
zes are you ok...any injuries
She had to get her out before the metal feet of the enemy came stomping around them
Objective: Don't get shot down
location: Enemy Garrison
Allies: CIS
Enemy:GE
"We can't shake em, I repeat we can't shake em!" One of the K-Wing pilots shouted in to the comms.
"We got em in our sights." Another one replied before one of the K-Wing's quad laser cannons shot down one of the TIE Interceptors. They just needed to hold up until the rest of Null Company arrived, then the back up K-Wings would be with them. "WooHoo!, we got them for ya K-" Then a wave of static took over as another K-Wing was shot down. The heavy armaments making their explosion even more grand.
"This is G1, forget the base, just stay alive, over!" Jorco ordered, feeling like they've done enough damage already, and there was still more to come. In his slower B-Wing the Rodian tried his best to avoid any enemies chasing him, but he was really having a hard time. Using the gyroscopic cockpit to his advantage to try and keep himself safe. Just then the alarms on his starfighter went off, his shields were down. "Damn, I think my shields are no more!" He swore, was gonna be the first, and last time he aid the Confederacy of independent Systems in there conquest. He was really just a simple criminal from Nar Shadda, not a soldier. Not far from the droid army heading their way, Jorco could see his mercenary amry approaching. Maybe he did have a chance. But then his alarms went off again, he was being targeted.
[member="Aya Clarke"] had Amaya's attention just as the woman heard her orders from [member="Darth Metus"]. A year ago, Amaya wouldn't have led this many men and women. Instead, she would be right beside her father brandishing her tomahawk. "Gratiir you take left, I'll take right, hold the flanks. Nothing gets through," she ordered, "aruetycrunisolusceto'r. Motirca'tranautracinya, gra'tuacuunhettsudralshy'a!" Amaya bellowed to the men and women in beskar who lined her father's army on either side, "Rala eskarieaalarcuun a'den."
"Rala Etid Tal'galar Bat Vhekad Be Mayui'u!"
"RALA ETID TAL'GALAR!"
A chant rose throughout the Clan, over and over they repeated this phrase to let them bleed, let them bleed. "Gratiir TAABIR!"
"Dad, don't forget the ships. I've got reinforcements arriving from Naboo, Dxun, and Iziz," Amaya said plainly to her father through comms link as she rushed to join her side of the flank. For every ten soldiers the Confederacy produced, there would be a single Mandalorian dressed in the Clan Verd armor and ready to release their prowess against the enemy. Amaya watched as the artillery began the onslaught, like battering rams moving to bash the door in - the sounds of death hurtled through the air with the promise of destruction. The Daughter of Isley Verd marched ahead of her army, "Gratiir taabir, yabee ah dan hou bai chateua."
Dwenai placed a closed hand over her heart.
Amaya returned the gesture and the two women went their separate ways.
[member="Srina Talon"]'s message could be heard clearly, even as the army began its march Aya Clarke in the lead with Darth Metus moving to fill in the gaps when her army fell. Mandalorians on either side of the massive force, it was only now Amaya regretted never finishing the Beskad, her prototype starfighter. Until then, she hoped one could appreciate older technology. Concord Dawn's rather ancient protectorate managed to produce Fang Fighters and it just so happened the village where Amaya lived during the growing season had managed to explore just far enough to find the old production line. "Launch the fighters once you reach atmosphere," the Mandalorian-Nabooian ordered as she took a deep breath, "TAABIR! HA'YR VERD TAABIR!"
"Vod, have you made it to Naboo?"
"No. We knew you'd change your mind, but this Imperial schuttas are clogging up the lanes something fierce."
"Then elbow your way through."
"Are you sure about this?"
"I am vod, now what's our ETA from Tatooine?"
"We'll arrive within two hours."
"Make it one."
Caal I'dadr would arrive with a compliment of ships, he couldn't sit idle while his clan did all the fighting. He heard her bark the orders, elbow your way through, you're a Mandalorian just tip these Imperials over. "Do we have coordinates on the base?" Hands were clasped behind his back, the man had scoured the old Mandalorian worlds of old and collected what he could purchased the rest. It wasn't a fleet to match the size of the Galactic Empire's, no, he gathered they would perish rather quickly under the weight of Imperialist egos. I'dadr had left the fleet battle to men better than he, no his goal was to reinforce his vod down on the surface.
"I'll make contact with Task Force Hurricane lead." He told a lieutenant, and crossed the ship's bridge where I'dadr accessed the communications there he would alert the CIS through encryption that they would be arriving opposite of where the vast majority of the battle had been taking place. They only needed coordinates to exit hyperspace, and where to begin their launch of fighters.
Akaan Tsad Tyatr Tracyn:War Group Starfire Commanded by Caal I'dadr of Clan I'dadr, minor of Clan Verd.
LOCATION:Carnthout OBJECTIVE: Secure GE outposts ALLIES: The CIS in general | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Muad Dib"] specifically ENEMIES: The GE in general | [member="Zesiro"] specifically
Right on schedule Sol arrives at the rear of the landing invasion force just as the assault is starting. He'd heard Metus's broadcast over the comms and honestly wasn't quite sure what to make of it. The order was basically the same as the very vague one he'd been given when hired to do this job. "Help secure the outposts." It did seem like everyone else seemed to have a good idea of what to do so he probably shouldn't complain. Specific orders were for other people. People like him could just run along with the troops and do whatever they thought would help most at the time.
Just as he was deciding what to do he felt a disturbance in The Force. A ripple of pain and panic from the signature in the living Force he'd been keeping a close eye on in the back of his mind. Zesiro had gone and gotten herself injured. "Oh for crying out loud." He growls under his breath. There were some single person speeders near the back that were clearly meant for scouting. Commandeering one Sol closes his eyes and... Inhale, Exhale. He cast his mind out with The Force searching for an exact location. She was east, near Mos Eisley being tended to for the moment but he wasn't going to just trust she'd be fine.
Tapping his ear he speaks aloud. "This is Damerin. Cutting out towards Mos Eisley, need to pick up my apprentice she was apparently on world and got caught in the bombing. Will join back up with the assault force once I drop her off with a transport to safety." With that, he kicks the speeder on and takes off like a shot. This was going to be an enjoyable ride where he got to dodge fire from both the Empire and the Confederacy. Still, he was Zesiro's master he had to make sure she was safe. He also had to make sure she was probably scolded for being in a war zone.
Location: Responding to enemy action, combatting EWAR on Subjugator and commencing Starfall Protocol
Allies: CIS and allies
Enemies: Galactic Empire and allies
Mission: Defend troop transports and destroy enemy ships
The enemy was tenacious. As the ships moved to and fro in the viewport before him, the General grew increasingly agitated with the methodology of the enemy fleets. While they were capable, and far from being easily swatted aside, they were taking maneuvers he knew that his allies could readily counter with the fresh arrival of the Pirate King [member="Aedan Miles"].
He had heard rumor of the Pirate King. He had even seen the records about the man's capabilities. It was time that he saw the man's actions in person.
As quickly as he'd cleared that thought from his mind and begun to reassess the situation before him, noting the culmination of ships to coming from the direction of [member="Aram Kalast"]'s fleet, he noticed an alarming signal from the communications array. An alarm he was apt to respond to with the summoning of a Super Tactical Droid.
"Keep our communications open! If they are disabled, I will disable you myself!" The General boomed as he passed by the droid, making sure with a glance over his shoulder that the signals remained open. He had heard rumor of the capability of a Tactical Droid, their intelligence beyond most questions, but it his next act was what would leave that knowledge to be seen.
"Open up a private communication line with the waiting forces near the system." The General boomed again as he moved towards a console with a cluster of B1 droids. Patience had been lost to the General, pacing back and forth behind the droids as they appeared to be tensely hasty in their actions, but he was rewarded with results. The lights turning green on his personal console, he immediately punched in the encoded protocol. :: Commence Starfall Protocol. These Imperials will not stop us that easily. ::
His orders given, an unknown mechanical voice returned words to him with an acknowledgement of the orders and then there was silence.
While the General had come prepared for a full scale assault on an enemy Empire force, he had not come unprepared for an invasion. Lucrehulks were significant, Providence's capable but it was something else entirely that he had prepared just for this occasion that would make for the winning stroke against the Galactic Empire. There was something to be said about contracts with outside sources.
Mere moments after his orders, long enough for the enemy's fleet to move into a more moderate portion of their maneuvers, a number of ships dropped from hyperspace a distance from the currently engaged space battle. He had banked on the enemy not knowing what they were, not knowing how to counter them and unable to take proper action until it was too late.
:: Begin your landing. :: The General ordered in response to a small chatter. When he spoke again it was in response to a request for location. :: West of Mos Eisley and north of the present droid emplacements. ::
Slowly and sleekly the Planet Crackers began to make their descent into orbit, carefully using their own speed and size to remain subtly out of view of the enemy fleet. Precious cargo on board, they were a uniquely planned secret weapon the General had hoped he would need to use.
He was not a man of half measures. The Imperials deserved to be crushed.
:: Continue to charge the Pulse Cannon, :: the general spoke to the weapons crew, taking a few moments to step towards a console on which he could draw up the schematics of the Subjugator. :: Bring the Subjugator to bear against the nearest enemy command ship and prepare to fire the cannon at any enemy ships within proximity. The closer the better.
The Providence class carriers will provide a modicum of defense for our craft against incoming fighters and vessels, and buy us the time we need. Keep the Munificents on course and bring the full brunt of our lasers against those Conquerers now aligned with more of our Lucrehulks. ::
While they had less time to prepare, several more Munificents moved into position to intercept proton beam fire from Aram's Conquerers. He knew that one or more of the Lucrehulks would be lost, but he was far from willing to care. They did not require the Lucrehulks to keep the droids in place, nor to keep the Vulture Droids in action. What he did know was this:
The enemy would not, so easily, subdue them with the forces they had brought with them.
Responded in kind to the Conquerers Charging Sequence with Munificent placements between them and the Lucrehulks targeted, adding more Munificents due to Aram's movement.
Initiated Starfall Protocol and brought into orbit and into drop to the surface a number of Planet Crackers.
Fighters screens continue to wait on stand by for enemy fighter movement, countering enemies that come to close.
That was a surprise, not the refugee issue and how they would be allowed to live, no but the real surprise that no comment was offered. Perhaps none was needed, regardless there are a lot more things to focus on Seto mused, his eyes wandering between all the screens. Everything displayed a grim scene of a massive invading force coming to knock on their doors. Or rather knock them down Seto chuckled, amused by his own joke.
Seto followed behind the Moff, as instructed he would fight out there in the thick of it all. Personally Seto was more fond of that than the thought of staying inside a garrison being bombarded by their enemy. Indeed it was time to go on the offensive and Seto felt his blood begin to rush with excitement. He had no thoughts of dying today, nor any day for that matter because Seto knew he was going to survive. The Galaxy ain't done tormenting me yet.
"High Moff Malvern, while I do trust in our abilities those tanks will certainly put a damper on our fun," Seto voiced his concern, "-I do hope you have a plan is all," Seto hardly cared if he was told the plan, but not having one was something else entirely. The gunships were upahead and Seto readied himself for a fight, a long fight.
As they landed the environment they entered was one of the least comfortable environments shes endured, However she was handling it well she felt the amphistaff coil around her arm loosely ready for use when need be . Even the serpent understood that combat was close at hand and readied it self to be used by her, She looked over staying near [member="Srina Talon"] as she saw [member="Darth Metus"] with his Basalisk wardroid, She only read books and seen photos and hear stories about those mechanical monsters but seeing one in action was quite the sight if she wasn't built to be a nimble and quick fighter she would probably ask if she could get one herself.... Maybe she will ask if she can at some point down the line.She simply nodded as Srina asked her to stay close it was quite the impressive force with no doubt more in reserve to be used, Her senses where on full alert for this moment she hoped to have a crack at some of the enemy soldiers but she wont rush into the fight and get killed like an idiot, She will simply follow Srina as she was told to until further notice.
As she'd waited at the entrance of the Sandcrawler to go in, who was going in, [member="Scherezade deWinter"] called on her, her head turned to her momentary to hear her first question, then looking away as she continued to observe the area. Why were they landing here? Why did they need a Sandcrawler? Wouldn't it have been better to land directly next to the palace? Then she'd gone on to argue the longer they were on Tatooine, the bigger the odds were to being noticed... and were vulnerable each time they moved from one transport to the next. While her points weren't bad and the amount of them was making her momentarily wonder if this was what she sounded like... she didn't mind the questions but hey, she'd once been told she could be pushed of an airlock. But frankly, hearing it now, she kinda liked the fact Pebble was sounding like it.
The next bit though that she'd wondered was that of Sandcrawlers, discussing how easy it would be to heat them up. Katrine didn't know much about Sandcrawler though she'd always assumed the metal there was meant to protect them from enemy fire.
She wasn't the one to answer the questions though, instead, the droid was, talking about set up defenses around the Palace which could have blown their landing crafts out of the skies, because of which they had made the trip a little longer. Honestly, the Lupine wasn't still clear on all the military planning, something she still yet to understand so she didn't argue that much if the plan made sense and what @BX_25233 was telling Scherezade now made sense to her. "The BX Unit is on point, I'd say. I'm not one for military points but I think he covered the major points," she told her before [member="Katria Vekarr"] joined in the conversation, explaining why the Sandcrawler was their method of transport which had to be knocked into a pitted inferno for it to be an actual problem.
Their eyes met for a brief moment as she reminded that she needed to do her job, making Katrine nod as [member="Dalton Kenway"] suggested they get going since they were sitting ducks where they were, to which she could agree with. "Everyone inside. We're moving out," she ordered, waiting for the team going with her had all moved into the Sandcrawler before she entered the Sandcrawler and closed the doors from the inside. The Sandcrawler came to life almost immediately, beginning his rise to the north and into the B'Omare Flats.
Side: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Objective: Task Force Windstorm (Team 3)
Enemies: The Galactic Empire & Allies
Post: 4
Gear: Personal battle armor, lightsabers, forearm needlers, wrist rockets, heavy blaster, anti armor grenades, personal body shields as well as his shield bracelet, heavy blaster carbine and ammo, assortment of alchemically treated blades hidden in different locations.
The heavy cloth hood did little to mitigate the dry scorching heat as Tattooine’s suns baked the surface with an even heat. Daxton sat near the prow passenger compartment of the sandcrawler, silent as a rock, his eyes observing everything around him. He could sense changes through the Force, anyone with the slightest talent in the Force could, after all nothing released that much energy than a battle in progress. In a way, Daxton was sorry to not have been part of the fun.
The Hutt kept to the rear of the vehicle, which suited the Dark Lord just fine. Itwasn’t like he was here to make new friends. The more the Hutt chose to isolate itself from the group, the happier he was. While it was quite distasted Daxton have miss the fun on account of a slug, he was careful not to voice his opinions just yet.
Trading the teeth jarring experience of a drop ship entering the atmosphere for the sudden lurching back and forth motion, he uttered a soft sigh to himself as he borrowed someone’s macrobinoculars to scan the horizon once more for any sign of pursuit. So far so good, no signs of pursuit meant either the local garrison was understaffed or were just too damned lazy, whichever was the case, it meant this part of the trip was going to rather uneventful. It almost made him wish that some Tuskens would show up.....
[member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Darth Metus"]
@Other CIS in Vicinity of Tatooine
With the Rear Admiral's vast array of forces fanned out before him, the battle began in earnest. Turbolaser fire sent subtle vibrations through the deck plating of the FIV Hammerheart as it sent barrage after barrage towards the nearest of the Lucrehulk vessels, fighters and bomber craft screaming towards their targets. Aboard the Conqueror-class Destroyers, their proton weapons had begun to near peak charge, their targets however had begun to shift. Already Ephraim saw the prows of the Munificent Cruisers begin to move, aiming to cut off the powerful proton cannons. It would have been an effective tactic, if the commander of the Confederacy vessels had known which Lucrehulk they were targeting. "Attack pattern Zerek." Ephraim's voice carried across the comm, transmitted towards the three vessels as they continued to charge their weapons.
::Admiral Tarkin, sir. This is Captain Chūichi Haasa: commander of 4th Squadron, 4th fleet. I'm led to believe these CIS scum intend to give us some trouble today.::
::We're here in support and moving to engage them ourselves. Say where you need us and we'll be there, Admiral.::
The comm chirped to life, signal routed to Admiral Tarkin's earpiece. *Fourth Fleet. Interesting.* Eyes narrowing at the display, he activated the comm in response. :: Captain Haasa, welcome to the Arkanis Sector. You'll find myself presently engaged with our Confederacy friends, seems they've brought quite the number of Lucrehulks. Establish your formation and engage at will. :: Even as the command was issued, an alarm sounded from the command trench. "Sir, we've got incoming!" A moment later, new sensor contacts lit up the holographic display, weapons alarms already blaring. Ephraim's gaze flicked to the screen, eyeballing the latest arrivals. *They're not ours. But whose are they? This complicates things.* Unflinchingly, Ephraim issued another command, activating the comm again. :: Task for Mynock, show our friends a warm Imperial welcome. Coordinate with the INV Eskelion and the rest of your force along our right flank.::
The enemy no doubt had attempted to sandwich the Rear Admiral's fleet between the forces of the Confederacy and his own, however he had miscalculated, instead reverting into space perpendicular to Ephraim's force. It was a mistake that would see him engaged. Admiral Tarkin's vessels were designed for the assault, and assault they did. Along the right flank, Task Force Mynock began to peel off, prows forming a unified front against the new arrivals. Point defense weapons already had begun, the missiles fired by the oncoming fleet were easily tracked by the wide range of weaponry along their hulls. Had the attack come from behind as intended, it would have been painted an entirely different story. Alas for the intrepid commander of the massive incoming fleet, his had been a gamble, one for the moment lost. At least in theory.
Despite the apocalyptic amount of weapons fire now dedicated to the enemy fleet off their starboard bow, missiles did manage to make it through in smaller numbers, slipping past the point defenses and impacting upon the shields of the vessels under the Admiral's command. Even as Task Force Mynock broke off towards the new fleet, the comms officer aboard the FIV Hammerheart rose his own voice amidst the cacophony. "Sir, we're getting a bit of static across one of our frequencies. It sounds like... music?" A raised eyebrow. "Put it on Ensign.""Aye Aye Sir." With a few presses on the console, a broken and nearly unreadable tune echoed across the bridge. "I think they're trying to jam us sir, but they're using frequencies we don't even use anymore." That brought a wry smile to the Rear Admiral's face. A blunder to be sure, but a welcome one. "Ignore it."
Task Force Wyvern | Entering Atmosphere | INV Esther
Outer Rim | Arkanis Sector | Tatooine
Captain Harad was a younger officer, but one well versed in the realm of ground combat. Unlike many of his officer brothers and sisters, he understood the importance of fire superiority and the value of close air support. Having come up through the ranks as a grunt before working his way into the Imperial Navy, he'd secured himself a commission. Now it was he who would be providing the close air support so desperately needed by the stormtroopers on the ground. "Patch me in to the ground Commander, with haste!" His voice filled with a fiery passion, his eyes watching as the surface of Tatooine grew ever closer. As the channel was confirmed, the Captain spoke. :: High Moff Malvern, this is Captain Harad of Task Force Wyvern, we're with Rear Admiral Tarkin. Requesting coordinates for priority fire missions. Our guns are yours. :: As they waited for a response, another voice rose on the bridge of the INV Esther."Sir, incoming!" As if to confirm the alarm, a flash lit up the holographic display. Captain Harad counted at least sixteen vessels which now appeared to be on an intercept course. ([member="Muad Dib"])
"Full speed ahead, don't let them cut us off."
With a subtle pulsing of the deck beneath his feet, the Captain could feel the power rerouted to the engines as they forced their way through the atmosphere, the hull slowly beginning to heat up. To enter at this velocity was a risk, but one Captain Harad was confident of. "Prepare to engage enemy vessels. In the event we don't beat them to the surface, we're going to have to do some fancy flying."
The fighter screens deployed by Ephraim had served their purpose well, masking the true intent of the Imperial Officer. With a series of commands, he set them to purpose. In moments, they would begin their own assault, picking at and harassing the edges of the enemy formation. Where they would push, another spot would soften, where they would soften, another push would be made. Before long, Ephraim would have a good idea of where their weakest point was - and once that happened, it wouldn't be long before he made his move. From his position he could see the first of his vessels begin hammering into the onslaught that was Blood and Wrath fleets. Of course Ephraim had no way of knowing who it was at the head of that fleet, but he would see himself to an early grave if he kept on his current bearing.
Below, the three Conqueror-class vessels continued to charge. Their hulls were pointed in the direction of the Confederacy fleet but which Lucrehulk was anyone's guess. As the Rear Admiral had instructed, targeting for the primary weapon system of each vessel was now locked in to manual control. Under normal circumstances such a task would not be undertaken, but in this way there would be no warning, no lock indication, merely a violent surge of energy before the beam ripped through shield and durasteel alike. When the time came. For the moment, Rear Admiral Tarkin was content to have bogged down at least two of the enemy's fleets. They were sorely outnumbered however, they would need something drastic to pull ahead. Another chirp indicated the presence of yet another fleet entering the system, this time the signal was theirs. *Aram Kalast.* A name well known to the Admiral. With a grin, Admiral Tarkin watched as the battle began to unfold, develop, and as plans began to come together.
Action Summary:
Imperial Armada engaging[member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]'s fleet with Turbolaser and Torpedo fire. Fighters probing for weaknesses in the enemy formation.
Three Conqueror-class Star Destroyers begin manual targeting of unknown Lucrehulk-class vessels, continuing to charge their proton beams.
Task Force Wyvern is entering atmos, contacting [member="Adron Malvern"] to coordinate defense of ground positions.
Task Force Mynock has been dispatched to the starboard flank to address the enemy that has dropped in perpendicular to the fleet. ([member="Aedan Miles"])
Communications jamming largely inneffective.
Mass missile assault from Blood and Wrath Fleets defended by Captain [member="Chūichi Haasa"], however shields have taken moderate damage across the fleet.
Location: Main competents of Task Force Unicorn at the flank of the CIS Storm Fleet, Blastoise Cruisers in orbit above enemy and ally locations with Starfighter screen in low orbit
Objective: don't die, resist and defeat the Empire, oh ... don't die
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems
Enemies: Galactic Empire
A game. That's all it was. An attempt to outsmart, out strategize, your opponent. To win through superior numbers, superior planning, superior spirit. To play the game of naval Commander required a shrewd mind willing to sacrifice pawns. And sometimes you were the pawn.
Shuddering lightly, as the tractor beam locked onto Charlie the Unicorn, Muad felt the vibrations from the larger ship's hold affect the flagship. Eyes scanned the enemy fleets as his brain raced through viable options. Charlie was the biggest threat to the Imperials. Yet the Gambler's Fate was currently running defense for several of the smaller support vessels.
"Captain Hrakness, lock tractor beans onto the Inconsequential. Engines ahead full. Pick a point midship and pour our power there and then ram them."
His words made the Captain swallow visually. Yet they served Commander Dib and without hesitation he began shouting orders. Muad moved over to Lieutenant Ames and nodded.
"Get me Captain Sven. Captain, you're going to have to take more punishment. Then disengage. I don't want to lose you, especially with Viceroy Dib about to come out behind them with the biggest fleet Siskeen has ever fielded. Use the Rogriss Maneuver as a last resort."
Grimacing slightly as he straightened he watched as a barrage hit the Gambler's Fate as she began rotating. Already the retaliatory action was beginning. The Facade Carriers were moving again, staying in the bigger shadows of both Charlie and Gambler's Fate. Yet the firepower released on the carriers were not without casualties. The fourth Facade Carrier took several hits on their shields. Unfortunately the Carriers were not designed to withstand the amount of fire power unleashed and as Muad watched the carrier was hit several times along the spine, severing the ship in twain. Fire, debris, wreckage, and bodies were explosively blown from the dying ship.
His footing shifted slightly as Charlie increased speed charging for the center mass of the Tyrant Class Destroyer with all the power of a runaway locomotive ... not to mention the savage acceleration (sarcasm wink wink) aided by the tractor beams. Captain Hrakness was holding his hand in the air holding weapons fire momentarily.
As the salvo of missiles were released at the Gambler's Fate the blue eyed Commander watched with apprehension. Yet he knew that ice ran through Captain Sven's veins and she wouldn't buck or flinch. Concern furrowed his brows as one of the gravity well projectors on the interdictor destroyer was ruptured, tearing portions of the hull. But as the missiles neared (and while Gambler's Fate continued to spin and begin to move away from the imperial line) he watched as they veered off course. The Rogriss Maneuver had succeeded. Yet secondary explosions littered the interdictor destroyer and lights along the hull flickered off.
As the command was broadcast a salvo of two hundred and forty proton torpedoes and forty eight concussion missiles lanced out from the Facade Carriers to be joined with two hundred and eighty eight concussion missiles and three hundred and twenty proton torpedos fired from the starfighters. At the predetermined use of the Lorran Spitball maneuver the three remaining Facade Carriers launched their one hundred and eight Dread Class fighters and twelve Cutlass Gunships to join in the Starfighter screen that launched forward toward the imperial line for dog fights and strafing runs which would congest the space between the forces enough to make the capital ship's big weapons a liability to use as freely for the sake of friendly fire.
As the Gambler's Fate limped away explosions still shaking the capital ship Muad turned to the Inconsequential. He motioned to Lieutenant Ames.
"Open a channel to that ship. This is Muad Dib. From warrior to warrior, I wish we had met under different circumstances."
Another motion indicated that the comms should be cut as Captain Hrakness arched a dark eyebrow at his Commander.
"That speech was rousing and overcoming the affects of the Phobis Devices isn't easy. I would know."
Then Muad nodded once more to Hrakness whose hand dropped indicating free fire. 400 Four hundred Light Turbo Lasers and thirty Light Quad Turbo Lasers began firing center mass ahead of the Charlie the Unicorn as it barreled directly for the Inconsequential's middle. Another command to the Nest Carriers had them launching another wave of eighty missles at the aft of the Tyrant Class Destroyer.
Muad grinned madly. His Task Force Unicorn was undergunned yet he knew his brother was mere moments away with the entire naval forces of the United Siskeen Coalition.
(Meanwhile, in orbit/low orbit)
The sixteen Blastoise cruisers maneuvered on an intersect for the ships from Tarkin's task force. They opened fire with their hypervelocity guns and double particle beam cannons, pouring a massive amount of firepower at the Corvettes. From low orbit the twelve squadrons rose to also intersect the Corvettes. In a different trajectory they were able to achieve targeting without fear of missing and hitting allies in the distance. Two hundred and eighty eight proton torpedoes launched from the Star fighters as they closed the distance.
(Meanwhile in low orbit/atmosphere)
The other twelve squadrons dropped towards the rising enemy star fighters. Thirty six E-25s and one hundred and eight Dread Class fighters that would engage for air superiority while also aiding in artillery fire to support the ground troops.
The Star fighter screen moves forward to engage the imperial star with potential bombing runs on the larger Ships.
Charlie the Unicorn attempts to lock tractors on the Inconsequential (mirroring their actions) then firing center mass as the Charlie begins a (potentially) suicidal ramming maneuver.
The x4 Nest Carriers fire two salvos of x80 missiles toward the aft of the Inconsequential.
(Orbit/Low orbit)
The x16 Blastoise Cruisers fire weapons on the Corvettes sent to enter Tatooine atmosphere.
Twelve squadrons rising from Tatooine also fire a salvo at the imperial ships.
(Low orbit/atmosphere)
x12 squadrons engage event star fighters and prepare to assist the ground teams with air assaults if needed.
Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley
Enemies: CIS, their allies and [member="Sol Damerin"]
Allies: GE, their allies and [member="Anya Malvern"]
Objective: Get her sister away from her
After what felt like hours to Zesiro as she combated the pain of her leg, Anya found her. It was likely only a few minutes, but she didn't care. Listening to the familiar sound of fighting and battle, she closed her eyes as her sister checked up on her and shook her head.
"No, I broke a leg again. Trust me, I know what it feels like. Go on back to your men, Anya. I'm clearly out of the battle here and won't do any good back there. Besides, I have a master that is on his way to get me. He is a good man, Anya and great master to have."
Holding a hand up and wincing at the sharp pain that came with the slight movement it was to keep Anya from jumping to conclusions.
"No, I don't love him. I respect him and me jumping from one war into another while he was gone is just going to...well, I'm going to be in trouble for running off half trained. So go on, I'll be fine Anya. You have your duty and I have mine. Remember those years ago, we promised we were never going to fight one another? Those people are who I have been with recently. By rights, you and I should be fighting sister."
She had been looking at Anya as she spoke, when she finished she looked away. Zesiro would attempt to give her sister a hug with that one arm she had up. If Anya looked close, there were tears in Zesiro's eyes.
"I don't want to fight you, Anya or cause you to be harmed by the people I've been staying with. Get out of here. We will meet again."
