[ Vanguard Campaign ] GA Dominion of Bpfassh & Death By Teacup!

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Hiriko Judroha"] [member="Quil Sato"]

"Three bombers cutting through towards our prow!"

"Have the Constitution pull ahead, combined firing solutions," Irys called. Space lit up with a light show of defensive weaponry. The firing arcs were carefully calculator and sent to friendly fighters. With their tactical systems firing upon their own fighters with quad lasers was nigh on impossible.

The bombers realised they were being corralled back towards the fighter screen. Without the numbers to break through the fire directed at them they gave up their bombing run and pulled away.

"I'm detecting long range ordnance from that Battle cruiser Ma'am."

Irys looked to her display to see those orange streaks being tracked. Assault concussion missiles. Nearly the size of an A-wing and with enough destructive power to tear chunks out of her Destroyer.

"Order Yellow Squadron to break away as many fighters as they can and intercept those missiles!"

 

[Quil Sato]

Yellow 1-2 broke off and tried to keep within sight of [member="Irys Arist'lar"] He kept his eyes on the missiles that were in coming, BB-4 locked on the missiles. He kept back to Irys and fired at the missles nearly blocking her path.

[member="Hiriko Judroha"] , "Hiriko, can you stay with Irys? there are othe rmissiles in our path"

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Quil Sato"]

"Roger 1-2 moving to provide defensive screen and area of overwatch around The Majesty" She said as her fighted whipped around in a sharp one eighty turn to begin flying small, defensive circles around the larger ship

"Be advised, their sending out another wave of bombers"

 

[Quil Sato]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Hiriko Judroha"]

"Roger that 3-4, protect the majesty at all costs. I will cover the wave of bombers, may need assistance, stand by" He focused on the incoming wave "BB-4 Lock on incoming missiles. mark out any others from our territory" BB-4 made a bleep and a whizz, he locked on and Quil Fired
He shot a few down but was led to dodge them before and keep an eye around the majesty. he speed around. "Arist'lar can you get more information about the battle cruiser headding our way?"

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

That dark wedge in space started to close. Fortunately the Majesty was the quicker vessel. They could keep them at arms reach, but they needed to fight back. If they fled the field then the Vanguard would be free to strike at the Alliance forces on the ground with abandon. Irys watched the display carefully, absorbed the ebb and flow of the fighters. She paced up and down the bridge of the Majesty, unwilling to remain in her command chair.

"Launch half of the reserve fighters. Order Yellow squadron to escort B-Wings and Y-Wings on a run at that Battlecruiser. Priority targets are it's long range ordnance and point defences."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Brace!" someone called. Klaxon's blared. Irys slammed herself back into her command chair and strapped down. The view of space rippled bright blue as the TIE Bomber got a run in before it was shot down.

"Shields holding!"

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Her gloved thumb flicked up on a lever that tied directly to the astromech of her X-wing. The little droid R-unity would save the recordings from the scourings of the moons and feed them back to the information base. The space was calm, almost welcoming for [member="Elaine Thul"]’s research crew, [member="Isha"] and the rest of their line to peruse, explore and document their findings.

A twinkle of warning illuminated on her dashboard, indicating there were messages incoming on a channel separate to the one she shared with the scouting squadron. A quizzical twist knotted her features, and her lips twisted as she moved her hands to activate the reception for the incoming message from Admiral [member="Irys Arist'lar"].

There were reports of an incoming vanguard fleet to contend with the Alliance’s vessels. Once again, Loske found herself torn between her assignment and her sense of duty. An impregnated sense of duty that had been instilled in her somewhere from maternal genetics, but swelled when she tried to weigh the options.

A small whine emitted from her lips, concealed in the cockpit of her Xwing. She switched channels back to the scout team.

“Keep shields up, team. We have reports of the Vanguard fleet coming in behind. Keep collected. Teemo, take the lead.”

As she spoke, she dropped her accelerators and engaged her repulsers to push her back in the pack and ready to turn to engage should the reports be more dire for the alliance’s side.

 

[Quil Sato]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Hiriko Judroha"]

Yellow 1-2 broke off from the majesty and escorted the B and Y-wings, He looked over as a brisk pace over at the majesty whilst still escorting the the ships, there wasn't any massive damage to the majesty other parts of the yellow squadron had been keeping the Majesty safe. he kept to his mission.

He focused on the incoming Battle cruiser. "Plan of Attack. im just in a X-wing. they would destroy me easily so after I escort you, im defending the majesty again. Is that correct Admiral?" Through the comlink

He swerved through the incoming deb-re, some of it was massive and some were ever so small, but sharp enough to rip his X-wing apart.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Hiriko Judroha"] [member="Quil Sato"] [member="Loske Matson"]

Quil would receive his response back through the CSG (Commander Starfighter Group). The Majesty had deployed seven squadrons so far, and more had arrived through hyperspace. Yellow squadron were to carry on escorting the fighter-bombers and protect them from the TIE Interceptors that were closing in fast. Other squadrons remained in the picket to protect the Majesty from heavy ordnance and bomber runs.

On the bridge Irys watched everything play our on the displays. She couldn’t even see the dark shadow of the enemy battlecruiser from this distance. Not without spotting the triangle blotting out a few stars at a time. Instead she watched the numbers and values. She watches as the first bombing run did nothing but strain shields. The second, more accurate run disabled several of the battlecruiser’s torpedo tubes and point defences.

“Keep at them. Give me a full spread of ordnance!” Irys called. The Majesty fired her own ordnance, each leaving a streak across the sky as they closed in on the Vanguard battkecruiser. “Keep skirting their extreme range, keep the fighters stripping their defences!”

Slowly this impossible situation was starting to look like it could be turned on the Vanguard thanks to the ability of the Alliance fighter pilots.

 

[Quil Sato]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Hiriko Judroha"] | [member="Loske Matson"]

Quil Fired from His X-wing, He shot down several Tie fighters coming near the Majesty, "Tie Fighters Down Ma'am, Enemy battle cruiser incoming in exactly 5 minutes, I can make out some of the battle cruiser but can't put a definite spot on the whole spacecraft." He Said into the CSG He came closer to the enemy spaceship, he would need the Help of Hiriko if he was to get anywhere near the enemy battle cruiser "Where Is Hiriko, can you Help me, the closer we get the more Tie Fighters they will deploy, and Ma'am (Speaking to Irys) would it be at all possible for me and Hiriko to try shooting at defences on that Battle cruiser, we would be fighting alot of Tie Fighters but if we got the chance?"

 

[Joy]

Wow, he’d encountered Dark Siders and lived to talk about it? Well, Abel thought, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. After all, a lot of Dark Siders had their own stories. Their own hurts that made them the way they were today. Abel couldn’t tell one way or the other, but maybe if he’d grown up in a different set of circumstances he and a lot of other Dark Siders wouldn’t be so different. Probably still terrible with a lightsaber though.

It seemed that Zhar’s words were prophetic, for no sooner did he speak of dark siders than one appeared, rounding the corner. Abel’s eyes stood wide and his hand moved instinctively toward the hilt of his lightsaber, even though he wasn’t much of a bladesman.

“Stand down,” Abel heard himself say, voice stronger than he’d thought it would be in this situation. “We don’t want to fight you.”

The Jedi Padawan moved forward, one hand on his hilt, the other reached forward in a placating gesture. No more violence, he thought, I don’t want to hurt him. We can solve this peacefully, together. I know we can.

[member="Ipsy"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Z'Zharen"]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Hiriko Judroha"] [member="Quil Sato"]

The Majesty kept the dance with the Battlecruiser to a graceful spiral. The other vessel still outgunned them; they approached with care.

"Yellow squadron, hit their defensive weaponry if you get a chance. Bombers will engage turbolasers. We need their defences stripped back further if we're going to engage."

Missiles streaked across the vacuum of space to hit home across the Resurgence-class's shields. Long range turbolaser fire cross the distance between the two vessels.

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Quil Sato"]

"Copy that Tac-Com, making our run now" The bothan chimed in over the comms. Forming up her wing she lead them down into a dive, the starfighter's torpedos streaking out, creating a wave of micro-explosions as they impacted, tearing up the slow, heavy firing point defense canons meant to take out bombers

 

[Quil Sato]

Quil Sato Flew in near the battlecruiser, shooting and aimming for the defensive wepons, not saying anything but focussing on the small cannnons that outlined the ship..

 

[Republic Engineering]

Objective: Two - Diplomatic Envoy​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: Unknown​

Post Count: One​

There comes a time in every Officer's life that they're asked to stand in as a Diplomatic Envoy, and for Captain Astarii Saren, this was her first outing. Much was riding on her ability to get results, and the Alliance had expected great things from her rapport. She was a former Captain in the Hapan Royal Navy after all, so it made sense that she would be dignified enough to shoulder such a burden with ease. Little did they know that she wasn't a part of that stereotypical mould, and had a short-lived interest in resorting to such trifling matters. However, despite her reservations, the woman would act in accordance with her orders, and would wait until she was alone before giving voice to her grievances. At least then the gathering steam boiling beneath her breast would be able to find some measure of release before it had steeped too long and erupted during their conclave with select members of the Bpfasshi Government. Such an event would've been embarrassing, and it was doubtful that the Captain would be able to recover whatever dregs of her reputation survived the Dawn of the Long Knife.

Placing the bitter brew of cinnamon-scented tea upon the elegantly carved table of sand-dusted wood, Astarii listened intently as the Bpfasshi Delegation enumerated their expectations for what was to be discussed this session. It didn't surprise the Captain that they were dodging the conversation of coming under the Galactic Alliance's sphere of influence. No doubt eight centuries since the dimming of the New Republic's light had fostered a sense of... isolationism among those that called this arid rock home. There was also some established distaste for the Jedi Order. Something about some of their own in a bygone era, sowing the seeds of terror and rampaging throughout the sector during a galaxy-spanning conflict. They didn't care for anyone brandishing a lightsaber, be they on one side of the spectrum or the other. All that wielded such weapons were distrustful in their eyes.Who was to say that history wouldn't repeat itself?

That mindset had taken several days to smooth out, and even then they barely stomached the idea she had proposed of allowing a small band of Jedi to scour their world in search of the abandoned and lost Jedi Praxuem. After they had accepted the notion and permitted the Alliance to send a detachment of Ashla's servants down to the planet, Astarii had a bad feeling about what would come next. Diplomacy was always a game of give and take, as she understood it., and she had given much to secure this world for the Alliance. It would've been remarkably easier if they had gone the underhanded route. Taking out the tribal leaders and replacing them with sympathetic ears, and subverting their culture through subtle shifts in both their locally held beliefs. However, such tactics were in the realms of the Imperialist Pigs that held sway over Coruscant, and not within the benevolent graces of the Alliance. And so, she embarked upon the path oft-tread.

When the delegation opposite of her had finished listing their terms and conditions, Astarii looked to her translator and inwardly sighed as she waited for him to relay the voiced information.

"Our honoured Chieftain wishes that you have slept well these last few nights, and hopes that with the following terms, they're acceptable to your benevolent Alliance."

Astarii purses her lips, knowing that she has no say in whether or not her superiors would respect the conditions, she would at least hear them out. For diplomacy's sake.

"I'm afraid that I cannot guarantee if my superiors will accept the terms or not, but once they're aired, I can ferry them through the Chain of Command and get you an answer upon the morrow."

The Translator nodded, and once again carried on with the tedium of speaking her words in the alien tongue of the natives. She waited as the process was repeated time and time again, as the poor Interpreter had listed their terms without missing a beat. No wonder they had retained this fellow, He was good. Cocking an interested eyebrow in the man's direction, the disfigured Captain waited until he was done to give voice to her concerns.

"Hundreds of Thousands of Moisture Vaporators, Thousands of Prefabricated Homesteads, Dozens of drydocks to Upgrade their Starport, a Dedicated Military Garrison, Thousands of modernised Mining tools, and finally three dozen refineries? Well," Astarii had said as she roused herself from her knees. "With your terms listed, I shall report to my superiors and see what can be done. Until tomorrow then?"

The Bpfasshi Diplomat nods as if he understood her words. Clever Devil. They, like the Captain before them, hid risen from their knees and bowed deeply. Astarii returned the gesture and both parties had retired for the day. She knew that her business was far from over, but as she stepped outside the cavernous edifice and was instantaneously assaulted by the dry heat, Captain Saren had hoped nothing would befoul her diplomatic mission. Or else someone was going to get it.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Quil Sato"]n [member="Hiriko Judroha"]

"Ma'am their point defences are severely compromised. However capital weaponry is still at nearly full effectiveness."

Irys brought up a more detailed display as the advice was called in her direction. The angular outline of this enemy battlecruiser was now blotchy with red spots where the fighters and heavy ordnance had struck home. Yet even wounded, this animal still had big teeth. Bigger than her vessel anyway.

"Bring us about another ten degree starboard, don't allow them to close to close weapons range. Give me another full volley of ordnance."

The Majesty shuddered as another raft of missiles was launched. They streaked across the sky to impact on the Vanguard ship's hull.

"Ma'am, enemy fighters are returning to defend the main vessel."

"Warn our fighters on the attack that they have incoming company, order our picket line to move up. If they're not going to pressure us with bombers any more, we need to put it back on them."

 

[Quil Sato]

"pulling back, this mission will have to be finished by yourself" He said to the team through the intercom. he pulled back to defend the Majesty, He saw most of the damage it had token, he raced back and shot most of the enemy fighters, "Irys, Keep me covered on all the damage they are doing." He raced around the Majesty Shooting at the Enemy fighters, this was a big attack and he was in the zone, he pulled back his lever in the X-wing, masses of deb re was shooting into space. people and crew were being chucked out. the tie fighters didn't seem to care. he kept shooting.

 

[Republic Engineering]

Objective: Two - Diplomatic Envoy​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance​

Enemies: The Vanguard​

Post Count: Two​

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It seemed her earlier thoughts of something despoiling the diplomatic mission were premature, as it turned out that the Vanguard had shown their hand - by jumping in with a taskforce to challenge the might of the Alliance Navy that had anchored themselves within the sector. While she had wished to join her comrades in the skies above this benighted world, Astarii knew that her mission, while rife with tedium and political droll, was just as critical. Like the days preceding this one, the Hapan had found herself sitting across from the Bpfasshi delegation and sipping more of the bitter cinnamon scented tea. She had just finished presenting the counter-offer that her Commanders had devised the night before, and watched the pallid representatives silently deliberate and determine how exactly such terms would benefit the locals. From what she had gleaned of their native tongue, which wasn't much due to the lack of resources devoted to detailing the structure of their alien language, it seemed like the negotiations were going well. Even with the knowledge of the Alliance Navy engaging the Vanguard forces nearby, it seemed as if the planetary government was all for signing on with the Galactic Alliance. The blatant Imperial aggression had made her job all the easier, and while the chances of her comrades dying in the line of duty were high, she was thankful those annoying wretches had pushed the Alliance into the people's good graces. Now all she needed was for them to agree to her Commander's terms.

As she brought the ornate ceramic cup to her lips and poured its contents into her mouth, Astarii noted something was off with how their tone had risen in octave. They were speaking faster and faster, apparently wishing to finish this discussion with all haste. She couldn't blame them if that were the case, but why had they waited until today - when the Vanguard had seen fit to engage the Alliance in combat - to pick up the pace? Were they scared that the Imperials would break through the taskforce and assault the surface? It was unlikely. Some of the best pilots were assigned to this delegation, and they'd be more than a match for the best that the Vanguard had to offer - warship or otherwise. Whatever the case may be, the Hapan had considered it odd and felt that it should be reported to her superiors. They'd know better than her on how to proceed. Until that point in time, Astarii's hands were tied. She had to wait until these locals were finished with their personal - and somewhat private - conference. Perhaps once this mission was over, they'd be able to remedy the language barrier between the two parties and restore what had once been lost.

The silvered lattices within her eyes whirred to life as they scanned the delegates sitting opposite of her, and had found something, even more, thought provoking than the pace of their conversation. Several of the representatives had an elevated body temperature and were sweating profusely. Obviously, they knew something she didn't, as the chamber the Hapan had found herself in was kept in a relatively cool portion of the government compound. She had a bad feeling about that. The only reason she could see why these men seemed so nervous, was they were about to do something foolish. Drawing out her ire would've been one angle they could've gone with, but instead as their conversations slowly petered out - Astarii felt that something larger was at play, and she had inadvertently walked right into whatever it was supposed to be. As Imperial Stormtroopers had marched into the room, followed swiftly thereafter by a heavily scarred Vanguard Officer, the Captain knew exactly what had just happened.

The Current Administration saw fit to deal with the Imperials and the Alliance at the same time and see which faction would prove themselves to be mighty. With the combat implants in her eyes cycling her vision into a blur of ochre and crimson outlines, she felt the horrid sting of betrayal gnaw away at her very soul. The Alliance was played, and she was alone against an entire unit of trained soldiers leaving her with little choice but to surrender if she wished to walk away with her life. Though, as the Imperial Officer took his place at the table directly opposite of the Hapan Captain, Astarii felt her chances of survival rise with every passing moment. If only she could reach her data pad, she'd be able to signal her bodyguards to storm the chamber.

"I wouldn't think about calling for help, Alliance Scum."

The venom in his words was punctuated by the sudden appearance of a heavy blaster pistol from the holster beneath his arm. Its barrel had been freshly polished and at this range, his chances to miss were slim to none. He had her dead to rights, or so he thought...

 

[Audren Sykes]

OBJECTIVE: 3
ALLIES:
Post: 5/20

"Oh? And what might he have given you?"

"What he gave me to carry."

Captain of the tautology club, this one was. Then again, Audren could only blame it so far...it was a droid, after all. And it was possible that whoever this Master was hadn't told the droid what it was carrying. Protocol droids had a reputation for being talkative, after all. Something about putting others at ease, though it usually came off as purely annoying.

"Let's make this easy then. Give me the satchel."

"He said not to, so I'll have to refuse."

"I insist."

"Insist all you want kid, the stuff is mine. Hopper, kill him."

"Yes, Master."

The voice had come from behind Audren, rough and gravely. An older male of some sort, if humanoid. If it was an alien, all bets were off. He had more pressing concerns however, since the droid had been ordered to kill him. Both of its arms were rising up to either side of his blade and ports on each hand were irising open. Who put blasters into the hands of protocol droids? Idiots. Before it could shoot him though, his lightsaber swirled around almost like he was twirling it in his fingers, effortlessly separating the forearms of the droid. The hilt didn't return to its previous position, it simply altered angle as he spun to face the unknown voice. In so doing, it separated the droid's head from its body, effectively terminating it. Only once he was facing the voice did it come to rest in a defensive position.

The man was an older, adventurer sort. Clearly the survivor of a number of fights, tough and wily. Just like his droid, he glanced down at the lightsaber blade, then back up at the Sephi. There was no visible change in his expression, but his mental set turned to definite annoyance.

"You didn't have to kill Hopper, kid. And the stuff is still mine."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[SIZE=12pt]Objective 4[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]All Welcome[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Jacen and [member="Ayme Katash"] continued to skirt the walkway along the walls of the hidden mountain retreat. This sith cabal was apparently with Qorbin Fal himself had trained long ago, before spreading his taint across the sector and continually making himself a thorn in the side of the New Jedi Order.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]There was no sign of any occupants now. Not beyond the two he’d brought down on the walls. And then he felt it. A sudden surge through the Force, tinged with the signature of the dark side. It was a warning alarm, but for Force Sensitives. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Black shapes emerged from the doors beneath them and filled the courtyards where Jacen assumed they trained together. There were at least ten of them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“No need for a fight,” Jacen called. “I just want to know more about Qorbin Fal.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Scarlet blades lit up in answer. That had perhaps been a mistake. Especially if the prisoner they had interrogated had been true to his word, and that Fal had returned here, killed most of his former masters and taken control.[/SIZE]

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

[member="Hiriko Judroha"] [member="Quil Sato"] [member="Loske Matson"]

“Their prow batteries have been compromised.”

“Sensors read fluctuations in their shields.”

“Third Wing reports they’ve created several hull breaches.”

Irys watched the battle play out as she listened to the reports. They had space superiority now. Their fighter pilots having won the field and conducted several bombing runs on the enemy battlecruiser. Now came the big decision. She could hold the Majesty at bay, leave the fighters to continue the attack. Perhaps the Resurgent-class would escape the field. If they turned in and closed the distance the fight would become more brutal, but the chance of capturing an enemy flagship was raised.

“Turn us in, all batteries open fire as we approach. Keep our escorts on the flanks but tell them to fall behind us if they come under direct fire from the Vanguard battlecruiser!” she called. Irys had never been one to shy away from a bold decision.