Invasion Vengeance | Bryn'adul Invasion of SJC Irith, Tol Amn, & Circumtore

[Sergeant Omen]

Tags: (closed) Aberrant, Cato Harth
Objective: BYOO - Negotiate a way past a fight with Nat 20s
Location: Outskirts of Lower Level

Omen raised his head back as the human side of what he once saw as a monster but was now just a regular being wanting help started to be revealed and the monster side part started to peel away. He made no sudden movements as he heard some of her story and his suit was dragged away. Was he being crazy and also stupid, yes of course he was. But he wanted her to trust him and let her take away his only way of defense leveled the playing field for more discussion. They could make another thing of armor if necessary. No one could ever remake a first-time encounter. If she still wanted to fight, he always had his knife, rope and a grenade stowed away in his arms but hopefully, they were beyond that point. It was time to see if he could convenience her to stay level headed lay down her arms.

"Anywhere, though probably Felucia would be my choice. Good hunting there and enough cover for no one to bother you and no, I'm not kidding. I can and will take you there if you agree to stand down. No experimentation of any kind, no lies, nothing like that. I don't want to kill you... I don't want to kill a being who had seemed to have heartbreak after heartbreak in her life. I also know somewhat about what that is like to be unsupported and thrown away... Everyone wanted to cast me aside when I lost my limbs, even the Jedi. Only a few people gave me a chance to live. I'm trying to give you that chance right now because I can guarantee you it won't be given again by anyone else..."

He paused for a moment, trying to size her up. Hopefully, she was taking it seriously. He did have another plan in mind but it was so hair-brained that he wouldn't even attempt to bring it up till they were in his ship. In the meantime, all he could do is talk and listen.

"I had someone like that once... Someone who I would have followed to the end of the galaxy if possible... And my actions killed him... And I... I wasn't there to get him out of the mess I had put him in..." A single tear of grief, pain, and anger had built up over 800 years slid down his cheek, at having to be here in this strange universe without any friends or anyone to call on. His voice started to shake in anger as he pushed up words out of his mouth. Hopefully, the trooper wasn't shakey enough for her to still understand him. "Every day I get up and tell myself that I did the best I could. But there are always lingering doubts in my head about if I had checked the situation out more, if I had just spotted this one thing or noticed another, I wouldn't be here in this strange hostile universe and I won't be dying a little more inside every moment. But I also my brother wouldn't want me to feel that pain inside me forever because he would have wished for me to have a full life. He even sometimes talked about leaving the GAR and making up a new life, just for us... That is the reason is why I try to look to the future, how to make it better and try to give myself as much freedom as I possibly can. It also is why I'm trying to give you that seem chance to really live and have a freedom that only you can make for yourself rather than eating out of whatever scraps the higher-ups give you."

He sat down, crossing his legs in front of his monster, gazing up "Why don't you tell me about your brother while you decide whether you trust me or not? It sounds like you were really close to him. I know it won't help bring him back but maybe talking about him will make the pain go away. Maybe I'll talk more about my brother too while we are at it."

This... anyone would call him crazy for doing this. He was probably a lunatic and an idiot for even trying to talk to this grieving woman. But all sentient beings needed something to talk to once or twice in their lifetimes to feel like they weren't alone. Maybe this was one of those times.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: ARMOR(Mission Specific)

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams), "Dominion" armor(GREEN Team)
"Apostle" armor(all, GREEN Team when needed)
Mk II armor-w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(all, GREEN Team when needed)
MKIII Armor Assault -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Base Variant)(GOLD)
MkIII Tech/Demo -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Grenade Variant)(RED)
MkIII Heavy Weapons -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Grenade Variant)GOLD)
MkIII Sniper -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)(BLUE,GREEN)

Spoiler: WEAPONS(Mission Specific)

Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each)
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS

GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Omael(Overwatch/Sniper3)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
GREEN TEAM: Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAMS

PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3- - Barachiel(Pilot)*
PEGASUS 4- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Seraphim
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Batariel,Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel

ORDERS: Obj 3
Tag:Allies: Thirdas Heavenshield Kolson Vrask Konrad Harrsk Aemilio Valaar Hayde Torve
Enemies:
Gordrak Udomek Seker | Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari |

[Any text in brackets signify comms]

[Imperials pushing from the South.]

Guh… how does he do that and sound so creepy?

[They coming at us, or them?]

[Clear to continue.]

Slowly they reached the east tower that they were approaching. The battles were raging as more and more troops and teams were attacking this facility. The Pegasus was joining in attacking Bryn gunships and helping out the cause. This was also drawing more attention away from the east which is what Omega Squad didn’t necessarily need but definitely wanted. The base of the two was pretty much automated, and that was to be expected, this was Bartleby’s job. He had limited experience with Bryn tech, but he was capable and managed to shut down, or at least glitch, no one could really tell for sure, the warning systems.

Hold, Boss.

Oh, come on! Sauriel too?

What are you complaining about?

They startle the frell out of me every time they call something in! That’s what.

Man, turn your volume down on your comms…

Wha? You can do that?

Ugh… on your HUD.. pull up your comms… that little green light? Highlight.

Oh… okay… wow… yeah that’s a difference. Never mind, I’m good.

Meanwhile, while this little exchange was happening, Sauriel was informing Azrael of a fireteam of Zealots headed out to what was supposed to be a flanking position. As luck would have it, good or bad depending on who you talked to, they found their way into the path of the elite squad of operators. The squad of six never stood a chance as the three Infiltrators of Green Team took down two of them with swords and knives. Suppressed slugs to the heads took out two more, and the final two were taken down by sniper fire. All of this was simultaneous, and while it was by no means as easy as it may have looked, after all, the zealots are elite soldiers themselves, the drop was had and used to full capabilities.

[Another, larger squad moving your way. Suggest alternate path.]

[We got this, Boss.

The Pegasus went on a strafing run from the South to draw attention away from the Bryn’s intended path. It was reluctantly working but able to give some level of time.

You find something yet? We gotta move!

This isn’t an exact science.

Luckily they had a few more moments, especially since the Antarian Rangers under the command of Lieutenant Thirdas Heavenshield were pushing in a move meant to draw attention their way and free up the Apostles to continue their mission.

"Omega, this is Jaeger. We've begun our frontal 
assault and will strive to make as much noise as we 
can to draw them out. I caught a glimpse of our 
Imperial allies during descent, they're getting into 
position as we speak. Proceed with your mission, 
Captain. Circumtore depends on us. May the Force 
be with you."

[Acknowledged Jaeger! Good Hunting and make it back! First-round is on us!] Bart! We gotta move!

Yeah… that helps.

Let us go cause some havoc, Boss.

I can’t guarantee your safety.

Part of the job. You said yourself, we get the jobs most are afraid of.

With a nod, Azrael senf off his three Infiltrators to not only do more damage, but to gain intel any way they could. An access panel was their route as they found a tunnel that appeared empty and could start their descent.

Got it.

Really? Now?

Cut the chatter. Where’re we going?

Follow green team. We have to make our way into that central dome.

What is it with these Shuttas and domes?

You heard the man.

[Hold position squad of four on an intersecting path.]

Samael located them and both he and Castiel had shots but none were needed as both Sauriel and Michael were quick shots. They were using “god guns” so the bodily damage was a bit excessive but these were Bryn soldiers. Who knew how to kill them consistently, right?

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Circumtore system
Allies: @ Liram Angellus Mig Gred @ Jairdain @ Jyoti Nooran @ Isla Draellix-Kobitana @ Verin Oldo @ Garm Oligard Finn Roberts
Enemies: Osam Badar


"Sir, New contacts, IFF lists them as CIS," proclaimed a sensor officer to Reshmars right. Reshmar looked to the man and nodded an affirmative nod then looked at a monitor on the CIC's wall. In the distance, Reshmar could see the new arrivals moving into formation. a moment later another officer called out for Reshmars attention.

"Sir, an incoming call from the CIS commander," said the man. Reshmar listened to the High Marshal's message then replied. "Good to see you High Marshal. The situation is dire here sir, we can use all the help we can get. Guns free High Marshal, I just ask that you proceed with caution, these aliens are up to something and as of yet have not shown us their cards. Reshmar out," said Reshmar then closed the channel.

The five pickets sped off towards the construct at top speed. Around them, bolts of laser fire and mass driver slugs whizzed seeking any solid mass they could find. stray laser bolts struck against their shielding as the five pickets maneuvered through the storm of allied and enemy fighters. Commander Trerkic sat in the central command seat of the picket watching the battle before him intently. Helm move us into position to help the fighter wing. Plot a course that takes us through the central battle line for a run then back to the civilian ships. "Eye sir" came the helmsmen's response. The ship jarred a little as the fifty-meter craft broke from its course and banked to the port. Behind him, the four pickets followed suit as the formation moved into the thick of the battle. "Ok let line know we are laying down fire to give the fighters a reprieve on our way in," said Trerkic. "Comms send out a message on the wing channels, tell them to make a hole and pull back," ordered the commander of the line. He knew many of the head-strong fighter jocks would not listen and hopped their skill matched their bravado. The pickets moved swiftly into the fight then as one, the five large craft broke from formation in a fan dive, each bringing their single canister launcher to bear.

Each of the four tubes of the launchers ignited sending out defensive ordinance. the canisters moved out into the battle zone then exploded in a bright white-blue flash. as the shaped charges sent small proximity mines, chaff, and flak in the direction of the Bryn attack craft. the five pickets spun around and looped back into formation lancing out with their laser weaponry as they made the return pass along the edge of the flak cloud. One of the pickets shuddered as an errant bolt of energy clipped its port deflectors. the bolt of solar energy struck the hull ignoring the shielding of the craft melting through its armor and hull opening the vessel to vacuum. The lance of energy exploded out the other side of the craft River pinning the picket and flying off in the direction it was moving.

"45 is hit sir," said one of Trerkic's officers. He looked at a small display showing an aft view in horror. The Picket had been holed and opened to space. Trerkic could see debris and bodies floating out of the hole and into the freezing vacuum of space. "Damn," he muttered under his breath as he watched the ship slow and bein to list. Its engines flickering and failing as power flickered then failed. The four remaining pickets tightened the formation, each member of the line knowing what had happened. Each knowing time to morn their friends would come later when the battle was won.

The two corvette lines sped along behind the make-shift barrier followed by the escorting attack craft. The make-shift barrier blocked the sensors and aided in protecting the group as it moved to flank the Bryn fleet. The groups reached the end of their clouds and broke out from behind cover to move in on the Bryn formations aft arc. Each of the heavy corvettes fired their 12 assault missiles at the Kraemonen vessels at Osam group's rear. as the missiles left their tubes the smaller corvettes and attack craft rounded the end of the cloud and added their fire to the heavy corvettes.

Reshmar held tight to the arm of his chair rests ad more solar energy struck out at the light cruiser. An explosion from somewhere aft of him shook the Haash'n from bow to stern. "Sir direct hit on engine three," shouted an officer over the noise of the CIC. Reshmar turned to see fire lancing out of the ship's port side on one of the monitors ringing the CIC's walls. "shunt the power transmission before we get feedback from that engine captain," ordered Reshmar. A moment later the image changed as the fire in that section of the ship abated, burning off any oxygen, and the sparks from the power conduits ceased.

"Lanch the wing Colonel," ordered Reshmar. The mon calamari officer nodded and turned to carry out the order. a moment later the three squadrons of the Haash'n began launching from the vessel's small hanger. Reshmar watched on a screen as the attack and support craft moved out and formed up behind the shadow of the Haash'n. It was time for phase two.


Force Composition 2,000 meters
3rd fleet
38th Patrol Squadron
355th Patrol Command Line
MC57-class Light Cruiser - Haash'n - Hull 72% Shielding 75% Movement 75%
321st Pursuit Line
MC25-class Heavy Corvette - Salmakk
MC22-class Corvette - Kalith
MC22-class Corvette -Rosen
344th Pursuit Line
MC25-class Heavy Corvette - Thrash
MC22-class Corvette - Hesmit
MC22-class Corvette - Onoma
327th Picket Line
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1029
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1101
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1045 disabled floating dead
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1121
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1157

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[Cato Harth]

Tags [Closed]: Sergeant Omen | Aberrant
Location: Tilrinn lower level outskirts

The flare of anger put Cato on guard once more, but with no sudden attacks, the tension continued to remain free of violence for now.

For once, Cato was left with little he could add to a conversation, the sergeant’s speech taking precedence. Still, his own revelations managed to come through, “‘Brother’? Then you remember who you were. You are still in there.”

The uncertain feeling in his gut continued to eat away at Cato. The frustration of a memory on the tip of one’s tongue. He turned to Omen this time, hoping for clarity, “How did you know she was one of us?” Obviously there were near-human features, but how he made the specific conclusion had eluded Cato up to this point. Part of his was afraid of learning if he knew her before, but it also made him that much more eager to help.

The Knight spoke once more to the creature, “Can you tell me who you were? Who you are?”

 

[Naimes Ahn-Dross]

Location: The Undercity of Tilrinn, the Streets
Objectives: Engage the Silver Jedi
Allies: The Bryn'adul (Nominally)
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Concord (Nominally)
Equipment: Beskar'gam , Terentatek Body Glove, Longtooth, 'Kath Hound' Shotgun, Charging Rhyno, Assorted Grenades (Force Breakers, Sonic Disruptors, Fragmentation)

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No one answered the call but from where he stood, amidst the turmoil of battle the Mandalorian had a good vantage point to watch the continued conflict between D Din Skirata , his kin and the Jedi Master, Caltin Vanagor . As the thunderstorm conjured by the Jedi began to gather Naimes would have paused momentarily, tipping his head backwards to take in the sight.

A Civillian, rushing through the carnage brushed his shoulder. The Mandalorian had been ignorant of the HUD in his Helm, his attention having been on the clouds and the gathering gusts of wind. As such his initial response was to execute a quick manuever which seem grappling this unnamed individual and sweeping his leg before sending him onto the ground. When he realized that he'd thrown a noncombatant Naimes released him then strode forward again.

From where he was the electrical disturbance and winds didn't affect him but the Mandalorian saw a lander thrown ahead of him sending Bryn'adul soldiers scattering while the waves of force threw others to their backs. It was time for the Mandalorian to take a more active roll in this. Integrated systems linked to his HUD activated and Naimes raised his right arm so that he could view the diadnostic monitoring system located there.

Forgive me but let this be on your heads.

The Jedi may not have answered the call but Naimes was not bluffing. Using a link to the detonators he'd placed maintained by the systems of his armor the Mandalorian activated them. The Detonators exploded, erupting where Naimes had placed them between the Train Cars located elsewhere. From the streets the explosion could be heard as a large blast ripped through the trainyard ensuring several cars were turned over ensuring the Jedi and their allies could no longer use them for evacuations, limiting options in the Undercity by one more avenue.

As the explosion from the detonators blasted in the background Naimes was already pulling the 'Charging Rhyno' from inside the duster overlaying his Beskar'gam, holstered over one hip of his armor. He saw a woman, Milya Vondar with lightsaber ignited who had been or was standing near the larger Jedi responsible for the waves of force that had pressed several Bryn'adul backwards. Aiming, Naimes had shifted his right side forward before firing the revolver it her. It was just a slugthrower, loud but maybe not overly so over the din of battle that packed a punch. He'd never been much of a marksman so he aimed for her center mass while beginning to stalk forward through those engaged around him. It was a move made more to get her attention than anything else.

Sethrak Kazsk Morno Alana Calloway Peyton Steele Kiara Ayres

 

[Isla Draellix-Kobitana]

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Location: Circumtore system
Faction: Ashlan Crusade
Tags: Badar

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Spoiler: fleet composition

Templar class star destroyer
Light Bringer

2x
Bastion class planetary invasion ship

4 x Dominion Class escort frigate
Pike, Spear, Blade, Mace
3 x Seraphim class patrol frigate
Longbow, Winged Striker, Dart
3 x Principality class corvettes
2 x Warden anti-starfighter frigates

Hangar equipped vessels have full complements of following starfighters (50/50 split)
Pegasus interceptors
Phoenix multi-role starfighters

Isla watched with a degree of awe as one of the allied ships made a wall of ice along side its flight path, seeing it form and hang there in space was such an unusual site.

She returned to her viewer as long range return fire arrived at the Light Bringer. She shield flared as they absorbed most of the impacts, but some projectiles were sticking the hull and cutting into to layered armour.

"Admiral, we just lost one of the forward medium batteries and several radiation sensors, it should be repairable, drones are on route." Isla nodded, trying not to show her frustration with this new captain who felt the need to report every minor damage incident.

The starfighter squadrons formed up, 8 squadrons of Phoenix multi-role and 8 of Pegasus interceptors, not nearly as many as she would have liked. She saw several squadrons of the Pheonixes shoot away into the void, following moments later by the rest, travelling in 2 waves they would SLAM into engagement range launch their ordanance and then SLAM back out. Isla detected no fighters at the enemy, so the squadrons may be able to make multiple runs, depending on the level of flak. Her starfighters were well shielded so could weather a lot, but for a ship to cast off its fighter screen, showed a confidence that they could handle attack runs themselves. "Captain, have the second wave of those hold back just a bit, if there are no screening fighters, have them disengage their SLAMS if necessary."

The fleet was now entering proper engagement range so fire would begin to be exchanged in earnest. The dominions adding their weight to the Templar at the Conquestor, the Seraphims, and to a lesser extent the Principalities began to engage the Ravagers. Isla listened carefully, she had begun to recognise the change in pitch of the main reactor every time the meteor cannons hit full charge. Two balls of compressed energy particles flew out from under the ship and into the darkness toward the awaiting enemy.

Spoiler: summary of actions

• Lightbringer
  • Firing on Conquestor - receiving fire, Shields holding, Minor damage
• Dominions
  • Firing on Conquestor
• Seraphim
  • firing on Ravagers
• Principalities
  • firing on ravagers
• Starfighters
  • 8 Phoenix squadrons in 2 waves (3/5) SLAMing toward Conquator
  • 8 Pegasus squadrons in CAP screen

 

[Aberrant]

Tags: (closed) Sergeant Omen Cato Harth
Objective: BYOO - Survive the Ambush
Location: Outskirts of Lower Level

Anger. Wanting to lash out and rip something to shreds was at the forefront of her mind. She took steps back, dragging the suit back with her before trying to dismember it in frustration. The glowing hue of her eyes dimmed back to a solid amber color, her iris focusing behind it all.

"It does not matter where I go. I will still be this monster! Nothing will change that!" She screamed in frustration, the human side of her mind currently at the front of her being.

Wires and oil, nothing beneath the claws that relieved none of the feelings beneath the skin. It did nothing to help her feel more in control. Her anger was not satiated by the metal stand in for a body. Did nothing to quell the spite in her as she stood over the remains of the suit and stared at them.

Even with her larger lungs, she was breathless in her rebuttal. The effort not tiring but draining on her mentally as the release of anger did little to solidify her hold on her half of the mind.

A moment spared to catch her breath as the question made her laugh. A clawed hand covered her face as the harsh sound emerged from her. These little beings knew nothing of the pain she had endured. Physically. Mentally. Her transformation had been time consuming, had broken her down and rebuilt her into something better.

The parts that struggled were pieces that had yet to be brought to heel.

"I was a knight once. Cato, you might even remembered me. Am I so different now you can't recognize me? Then what of the Silver's? Am I only Farrina Galland in name?" Her presence became larger, arms and wings flared to make herself scarier.

She stared at the pair, the solid amber color gathering a glow behind it slowly.

"What do you see before you? Truly, I mean? A woman, or a monster?" She asked with a hiss behind her words, a smile forming on her green skin.

 

[Osam]

Location: On the Bridge of the Boundless Honor
Equipment: Flesh Vessel | (I'll link other stuff if it ever becomes relevant, but I'm in a ship, so I doubt it.)
Allies: Badar
Enemies: Liram Angellus | ADM. Reshmar | Mig Gred | Verin Oldo Finn Roberts Aenarr Kyrr
Fleet Composition:

Spoiler

• Boundless Honor | Destroyed | 0/2 Fighter Squadrons (Flagship)
• Sraeljoarsk | Undamaged | 0/12 Fighter Squadrons - 0/3 Bomber Squadrons - 0/3 Zealot Strikeshard Squadrons
• Clan's Pride | Undamaged |
• Heroism of Tathra | Undamaged |
• Scourge | Undamaged
• Terror | Undamaged
• Mace | Undamaged
• Brawler | Undamaged
• Kraemonen Support Craft (x1) | Light Shield Damage
• Kraemonen Support Craft (x3) Destroyed

Deployed Fighters:
8/12 Phedrak Squadrons from Sraeljoarsk
0/2 from Boundless Honor
3/3 Bombers from Sraeljoarsk
3/3 Zealot Strikeshards from Sraeljoarsk

Reserve Fleet - Ships in the Reserve Fleet are behind the primary fleet. Here they will wait to be called into the fray, and damaged vessels will repair.

• Hive of Nar Kreeta | Undamaged | 12/12 Fighter Squadrons - 3/3 Bomber Squadrons - 3/3 Zealot Strikeshard Squadrons
• Vampire | Undamaged
• Shriek | Undamaged

The battle overhead continued to rage - the flood of missiles filling the empty expanse and the hissing steam of downed Phedraks visible even from within the boundaries of the Boundless Honor. Osam hissed in aggravation as more and more of the fighter craft were dispatched by the enemies' own vessels, and the consistent rocking of the deck was indicative of the continued onslaught by long-range batteries. The shields were stung with every instant until finally they were shattered by a particularly rough volley from the Silver City.

Preoccupied with the sudden loss of protection between themselves and the continued onslaught of the foe, the Warlord didn't pay any attention whatsoever to the sudden split of the Scimitar and Requital squadrons moving toward the aft of the mighty flagship. The AA guns, naturally, did take notice of the transgressions of these foes, however, as did the Phedraks whose hunger was insurmountable and whose thirst for violence was matched only by their masters. These each split into different bands - with about half of the Phedraks chasing the two squads, and the other half maintaining screening and dogfighting over the nose of the Boundless Honor.

A sudden shriek of metal and a cataclysmic detonation signaled the first of many torpedoes from the foe starfighters burrowing deep into the uncanny flagship. The detonation swarmed the senses with a rapturous hedonism - a thrill of the sensations too great to bear - but was overtaken nigh instantaneously a moment later by stillness and the flashing of klaxons that had apparently lost their auditory component. The Warlord clasped at the side of his head in vain, listening to the ringing of tinnitus as his senses attempted to regain their control.

Another obliteration of hull, a severance this time of one of the many rings that made up the Bryn'adul flagship. Freed from the binds of its main compartment, the ring floated aimlessly, drifting away, scraping along against the external hull until it had completely detached itself - and with it whatever crew and guns had been stationed there. It was all crumbling apart before his eyes. The ship shuddered under his feet, and though it did not live as an Errindak, he recognized it as a death knell.

"Evacuate! Get out! Go!" He shrieked aloud, any sense of decorum shattering as his survival instincts overtook his formality. Immediately, the Ungulloi Artificers complied, and with a final glance at their consoles the Draelvasier too left. Within the bridge remained only the hybrid himself and a pair of Vaydralen too proud to abandon their posts. "Direct the Tetrarchs at those civilian transports - blow them out of the sky." He commanded, jutting a finger against the terminal as he directed the attention of one of the Vaydralen to its new target.

The saurosapien gazed with disappointment and shock at the suggestion. The Vaydralen knew that theirs was a righteous war of extermination, but their innate honor prevented them from acting against civilians with the same efficacy as they did their foe. Given the order to fire on an enemy warship, he would have complied instantly, but to use their last dying breath to obliterate civilians... innocents... non-combatants. It was a stain on their honor that could not be sustained.

"No. This vendetta has caused us only grief. Our bond was with the Chieftain and he is gone. You'll have our service no longer!" The mutinous Vaydralen hissed, standing from his chair in open defiance. The hybrid listened as the snap of a holster sounded behind him - an indication if ever there was one that he was very close to an altercation with the two.

The ship was crumbling... another shattering torpedo blew out the decks further below them, and the sudden drag of friction from their feet to the ground was indicative that the vacuum was pulling even now on the bridge deck.

"Then I relieve you of your service, Tenebrak." He spoke, shoving the Vaydralen aside as he reached for the console. The hiss of agitation was the only warning he received before the Vaydralen assaulted him, apparently set on preventing the dishonorable slaughter with their last breaths. The Warlord caught the energy blade an instant before it pierced his chest, twisted the wrist of the saurosapien around with the strength of the Kraemonen, and plunged it back into his own chest.

A draw of Osam's own Kukri and a hurl of the bladed instrument with an uncanny strength was sufficient to silence the other mutineer - the blade cleaved him nearly in twain with its force, jutting into the wall coated in Vaydralen viscera.

The Warlord returned his attention to the console, drawing the firing lines over to the civilian transports and then striking the fire button. The Tetrarchs began to charge, siphoning whatever power remained throughout the ship into their beams and unleashing a devastating barrage directly toward these transports.

If Osam could not maintain his warship, he would at least slaughter thousands with it before it was lost to him.

The terrible work completed, the hybrid granted control of the Flesh to the Worm-Mind, allowing it to sprint through empty corridors on his behalf as it sought an escape pod or other transportation off of the dying starship. All the while the hybrid worked to coordinate his fleet, though he lacked the instruments necessary to understand the situation quite as well as he had previously.

"Three of the Kraemonen Escorts have been obliterated." The Vessel informed him with matter-of-fact stalwartness. "The Corvettes flanked around us with the gas - they've launched missiles."

"Ravager Frigates. Engage full thrust. Ram those corvettes - shatter them into space dust. Be swift. You lack your bolsters." He commanded, listening as the Shipmasters acquiesced and the ramming frigates jumped their thrusters into maximum speed, aiming to use their immense ram to shatter apart the lesser ships. All the while their guns rang out, using their broadsides to launch projectiles at foes that could not be rammed, and at whatever fighter-craft strove close to them. The remaining Kraemonen did its part to support the Terror, supplying it with a bolster to its shields even as it struggled to evade enemy missile bombardment.

"All Phedraks should be pulled back - Sraeljoarsk, launch your bombers and have the Phedraks escort them. I want them shoved directly down the throat of that Confederacy flagship - ward them off as best as we're able." Compliance as the bombers were launched out at impressive speed, and the swarm of Phedraks abandoned their post above the doomed flagship to chase after and around them, apparently intent on providing covering support for the bombers as they raced toward the Confederate fleet.

More important than the bombers even were the Strikeshards...

"Sraeljoarsk - launch all Strikeshards at the ship taking fire for the Heavy Carrier." If he had known it were called Concordia he might have clarified, but as it was, the Shipmaster of the carrier vessel complied with obvious recognition. The Strikeshards were far far faster than any other vessel thus deployed by the Bryn'adul and they were bolstered too by the impressive launch speed of the Sraeljoarsk. Without attempting to weave through enemy fighters or bothering to evade anything at all in their way, they would slide through the expanse - blades in the darkness as they carried their lethal Zealot commando squads toward their target.

If every Strikeshard arrived, nearly a hundred Zealots would be deployed upon the Concordia. Whatever its complement of onboard marines... they would hopefully inflict enough carnage to ward away that particular warship. The Strikeshards had been designed to pierce shields originally, and coated in Radesh Oil they would hopefully slip directly through them and into their target. How could the fighters of the Concord prevent them when they had hyperfixated on slaughtering the Bryn'adul flagship? Osam didn't want to find out if they had more aces up their sleeves.

Slipping into a basic pod, the hybrid launched out into the dark abyss a mere instant before another volley of long-range battery fire, torpedoes, and other enemy firepower turned the Boundless Honor into a floating chunk of debris and slag and detonated several tons of munitions in the process, spraying shrapnel and junk into the empty air.

Fleet Actions and Effects

Spoiler

• Another forty Phedraks are destroyed through assorted dogfighting, especially as a result of X-Wing missile launches. Liram Angellus
• The two Phedrak squads escorting the Ravagers are destroyed by those launched by Mig Gred
• The Boundless Honor is annihilated through a series of long-range batteries, torpedoes, and other hostile fire.
• Three Kraemonen Escorts were destroyed by the launch of missiles from the flanking corvettes of ADM. Reshmar
• The Boundless Honor directs its final Tetrarch volley toward civilian transports and freighters attempting to leave Circumtore in the hopes of maximizing casualties.
• Phedraks are redirected to provide fighter screening for three squadrons of Bombers which are launched toward the Confederate Flagship. Verin Oldo
• Capital Ships continue to provide AA support against enemy fighter-craft wherever possible.
• Ravager Frigates set to full-burn on thrusters in order to ram into - and through - enemy corvettes. Whatever can't be rammed is fired on via broadsides.
• Three Squadrons of Zealot Strikeshards are launched from Sraeljoarsk at incredible speed toward the Concordia. They are coated in Radesh Oil in the hope that they can simply slide through its shield and inject Zealot Minors, Majors, and Elites into the enemy warship.

 

[Badar]

Post: 4
Objective: Space Supremacy
Tags: Osam
Fleet:

Spoiler: {Main}

1x Conquestor (Just realized this wasn't linked. Sorry!!!)
5x Thruka Ravager)
1x Ragnos Ivicerator
2x Kraemonin Support Craft
(8271km)

Spoiler: {Reserve}

1x Conquestor
1x Treznor Annihilator
(5502km)

As the two fleets neared each other, the hits increased. The shields were struggling already, and the main enemy ship...the one being targeted, seemed to have very minimal damage. This was a setback and a surprise but it was about to change. The conquestor was now close enough to unleash its' full power, and there was no doubt in Badar's mind that it would be enough to devastate the enemy flagship.

Meanwhile the enemy was sending the fighters in at an extreme speed. An impressive speed. The ravagers would have a difficult time targeting such a quick target. Badar needed the shields up and he needed them up now. "Ungulloi! The shields! NOW!" He roared the command, hoping they would pick up on the urgency in his voice. If they couldn't get the shields up, there could be trouble.

With that order given, he looked back to the enemy fleet. "All Crusader ballistae, the time is now. Unleash! Take down their flagship!" This order meant the ballistae would no longer worry about precision. They would simply fire at the general mass of the enemy ship. The idea was, with 2,000 guns firing simultaneously, the enemy ship would be hit multiple times. If not, it would be a miracle for the enemy.

Osam Liram Angellus Mig Gred ADM. Reshmar​

Badar had, to this point, given his full attention to the single enemy fleet he was currently engaging. However this changed as a massive series of explosions lit up the bridge of the conquestor, followed by a light wave of heat. He looked over toward the source and adrenaline filled his veins. Warlord Osam had lost his command ship. It appeared that he was fighting a losing battle now. Badar clenched his fists. He had been foolish to focus so much on such a small force. He was responsible for the loss of the ship, and potentially the loss of Osam himself.

Breathing heavily, Badar shouted out another order, this time through his communication stone to the reserves: "This is Fleetmaster Badar. I need the Conquestor and Treznor Annihilator of our reserve fleet to make the jump to the following coordinates." He transmitted the exact location through the communication stone. The location was literally immediately in front of the destroyed ship. Without a doubt the sudden appearance of a massive conquestor between Osam and the enemy fleet would disrupt any attacks...at least long enough for Osam to get things under control...

Spoiler: Summary of actions

*Tried to hurry the Ungulloi to get our shields up. However the shields are still down. Isla Draellix-Kobitana Feel free to be the decider here.
*Ordered all 2,000 Crusader Ballistae to fire on The Light Bringer
*Ordered the reserve fleet to jump between Osam's fleet and the enemy.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Jyoti Nooran //: Primal Architect //: Osam //: Badar //:

​

The inside of a cockpit had always felt like home to a Corellian, to almost every Corellian. It was in their blood, the ship, and the stars. It was what made a Corellian's heartbeat. There was an old saying, 'Corellians have rocket fuel for blood.' The relationship between starships and Corellians was so tightly bound together, it was their culture.

Returning to the inside of a cockpit, Allyson Locke felt as if she was going home. The controls felt like an old lover gripping her hands tightly as she guided the craft through the weightless sea of space. The jump through hyperspace felt surreal, and the woman felt the pressure of it all press her body into the cushioned seat. The momentum pushed her forward as the blackness enveloped the craft.

Chaos suddenly echoed through the cockpit, and the serene moment of being in the fighter ended. Allyson was reminded of the war she had entered and the reason why she was there. She heard Jyoti's lyrical voice announce their arrival; they were the saviors of the hour.

"Well, let's see what you can do." Allyson mused to herself as she heard the happy trills of her droid; the bot was just as excited as the Corellian. Rolling her shoulders back, Allyson settled in, feeling the entirety of the craft suddenly became a part of her. She connected to the Crystal sensor through the Force, opening her mind to the area beyond the starcraft. "Very cool."

The machine twisted in Allyson's hands, controlling it far beyond what a typical pilot could. Following Jyoti's lead, the Corellian barrel-rolled the fighter with theatrics firing on the oncoming Bryn ships.

In a private line to the Echani Jedi, Allyson laughed. "Is this your way of tempting me back to the Silvers?"​

 

[Sylok'Vanari]

Post #2
Location: Circumtore's Lunar Base, Construction Site 001
Objective: Protect the massive weapon, Defend Ankhenaton builders and Ungulloi Engineers.
Gear: Model A - Verikast Drone Armor | Barricas Oil | Superior Restoration Mutagen | x1 Barad Glaive | x3 Barad Impact Grenades
Forces: x3 Ashaka Battlemasters | x2 Unit Squads of Juggernaut Ultras | Miscellaneous Drones | x2 Squads of Amariatu Saviors
Allies: The Bryn'Adul | Udomek Seker | Gordrak
Enemies: SJC | Thurion Heavenshield | Aemilio Valaar | Hayde Torve | Aien Mueller
Intent to Engage: NPC Vedkar Intercepting Hayde Torve | NPC Unit of Ultras led by Yek Trell - In route to intercept Aien Mueller | Sylok'Vanari's Drones Intercepting Aemilio Valaar 's Troopers

A sudden burst of explosives rang loudly, a crimson red fluttering aimlessly into the air as it did. For once, Yek Trell wasn't within the blast radius of an explosive. It seemed his luck had always been more keen on placing him right where he didn't need to be. Despite that, the Aeravalin lived. Or rather; survived. The ring from the blast kept him stationed, his green eyes tracing over the under hang above. If it wasn't for the quick a rapid expansion of the Ankhenaton builders, parts of the wall would have crushed him from the blast alone, but thankfully, the rushing horde of bloodthirsty Jedi were sent to oblivion. In some ways, Yek Trell wished he was like the commander Gordrak , steel headed and steadfast in the moment. Instead, he was a Battlemaster. A master of the Ashaka Arts, complimented with a vicious acuity for darker forms of the force. Still, he considered his worth from time to time and war reminded him, it was never good to question such things in the midst of battle. The only thing he really wished, was getting away from the Ultras, that unbeknown to him, happened to be under his command, thanks to the unsuspecting gunfire that tore through the drone unit up ahead. Even so, when Yek Trell had sent the better unit of Zealots to dispatch the lot, they found communications to be non-existent.

It didn't sit well with the Battlemaster, not one bit. The tall Drael spun, looking to the first unit of Ultras ever to be led by an Ashaka. It felt strange...but truly; for Yek Trell, he felt power. Right before his order, the mindstone kicked in, orders being sent in rapid succession. The only one that seemed to be within there determined defenses was the tunnel. Yek Trell grinned, getting stuck down there with the wrong set of people, could provide a swift death, but his intellect told him to equip the Ultra's with a powerful weapon; the Pulverizer. If they were going in, they were going in prepared.

"Alright Brothers!"

The Ultras stiffened, ready for the order, their thirst for war a literal stench protruding off them. Their armor was stained from previous bouts, but this one would be too important to lose, it demanded more blood and grit to be worn. In fact, it had to. This is where they would make a stand, where Yek Trell could show others he wasn't just a mind after all.

"The crates to my right have the weapons you'll want where we're going, lock and load. I expect clean shooting, nothing gets passed us. Am I understood?"

The Juggernauts gave a firm nod, each rushing for the crates. Yek Trell peered down the opening maw of the connecting tunnel, his mind trailing off to the final number in his head.

54

It was the only number that currently mattered to him, it resonated with everything he was and had been till now. It defined him and in some ways his comrades too. The years of his indoctrination of the Ashaka Order brought him into a fold of magic and invisible lines of extraordinary phenomenon. It was unquestionably the best thing that ever happened to him. In some cases it may have even saved him. For Yek Trell, the number was a plethora of memories, each one dignified with where he currently stood. Today, he would continue to stand. Today, was his Fifty-Fourth Battle with his exceptional comrades and friends. Today...the Jedi died.

"On my order!" Yek Trell paused, his eyes adjusting to the darkened path before them all. "Move Out!"

Vedkar felt the wound open, again. The sharp needle-point pain slipped through him like a torrent of water. His breathing stilled, but only for a brief second, before he twisted sideways to avoid more gunfire. The shots caught him off-guard and the dying gurgles of his men, only meant there was a infiltration unit somewhere along the edge of the construction site. He received Sylok's message clearly, the attack clearly taking place on all fronts, that fact that Sylok's sensory abilities had improved ten-fold, was impressive. For Vedkar though, his time was spent perfecting other forms of force powers. Still, with his wound ripped open from the nasty flesh ripping bullet that shaved his stitching, his carapace near his ribcage laggardly fell to the wayside. Tendons keeping it attached, but for the length of time this battle would be prolonged, it was unsafe and frankly, too dangerous to keep in such vulnerable condition. Wincing, his placed his long fingers beneath the shell-like plating, holding it up as small shocks of blood began to pour out. The only acknowledgement was a monstrous grunt. If he was going to d0o this, he would need the aid of a Life Weaver. He wasn't capable of such healing, that he could suture himself with the force, but he knew of one that could.

Sylok'Vanari

Quickly, Vedkar shifted his weight to his strong side. Each step like a drill seeping into his raw flesh. He knew the risks before landing, but to be almost taken out by a coward hiding along the outskirts of the cannon site was dishonorable. He couldn't live with himself if it were to end like that, better yet; he hoped his brothers and sisters wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't have if it happened to them. Regardless, his voice buckled under the pain as he called out.

"Sylok...SyLok!"

Vedkar could feel the stinging sensation in his abdomen, the shell slowly ripping more and more as he tried to reach the Mender. His vision grew blurry and his body smacked against the cold stone floor. His head turned, the large opening in the high vantage point he resided giving away the infiltration of his enemy. His mind kicked into hyper-drive and the mindstone activated.

South East, Saviors, Suppress the Jedi.( Hayde Torve ) Careful of their tactics...we...They-

The message fell dead and in the last moments of vision, Vedkar felt his own blood for the first time.

Sylok heard the massive shatter, like glass the knot of linked threads in the force began to become unwoven. Sylok felt it before, during the death of Keldothera . The slow and torturous feeling stopped him dead in his tracks, his arm stretching outward as his palms exuded a pulsing wave of invisible solid air. The troopers that thought they had the jump were flung viciously backwards. their screams would have been heard if not for the pounding thump of his own heart drumming in his head.

Where..

Another spike of energy tickled his senses now, a surge of thunder clearing the wide open battlefield with troopers ( Aemilio Valaar ) from the imperial side, marching hand in hand with Jedi forces. Sylok's eyes widened, they had even relinquished their core morals to fight the Bryn. It was ironically, disgusting. Sylok didn't have the time to debate on it, instead a sense of dread kept him from reacting to the oncoming forces. Instead, his heart shifted it's pace the slow severance of the force lashing out against his whole body, but the faintest of light resided deep in the bond between Sylok and the other.

Who?

Not like this, he couldn't allow more death to circumvent into his life so soon. Not since the events on Sarka. Furious, he slammed his fist into his free palm, his head turning to find the one crying out to him through the force. The light of its life force waning with every second, Sylok screeched. The split ends of his foreign tongue lashed out in a manic way. His eyes glazed over, his hate for them boiling with a wicked fervor. He wanted it to take him over, but his mind tried correcting the primitive rage that made him a Draelvasier. The inner gears paced with his heart and in a rampage of pure thought, Sylok left reality.

Where...Am I?

Images flooded around him, each displaying hundreds of his comrades. Each one fighting tooth and nail as each passing moment vanished into the next. Like watercolor, the Draelvasier, Ankhenaton, Vaydralen, and Ungulloi all spilled into each other. Sylok was stuck in a world of mystery, unclear as to what it all meant. He tried to speak, but silence was met with his effort. The images slowly twisted into a deep red and before Sylok could catch onto the events, he was thrown back into the uproariously loud commencement of battle.

Then he finally felt it, the slithering wave of help. It slammed into him like a Baedurin, heavy and strong. Sylok didn't care for the feeling, he cared for the ability to filter out the sudden impact in order to feel the dying connection of his best friend Vedkar. Sylok's nerves pinpricked with excitement, nothing else mattered but his friend. He cared little for the minor bolts damaging him as he ran. One shot even slipped through his bad right shoulder. It almost staggered him, but he pivoted on his heels and jumped. He could feel his body extend as he lurched forward. All his muscles tensed, before a subliminal reaction forced him to roll right to the side of Vedakar. With haste, Sylok ushered the powers of the force. Thick molten orange silhouettes rained down upon him as he did. His eyes scanned the body of his fellow Aeravalin, finding the wound, he placed his hands firmly against it. With a burst of illumination, the force bled into his friend. Sylok took note of the blood around them both, all of it clearly Vedkar's.

"Brace them all with DEATH!!!!"

The enemy was getting closer and the amount of blood loss from Vedkar was a concern, but as Sylok applied aid to the Battlemaster he let out a stern command.

"THEY ARE TRAITORS TO THEIR OWN KIND!!!! KILL THE TROOPERS!!! KILL THE JEDI!!!! PROTECT THE SITE WE ARE CLOSER NOW BROTHERS LOOK!"

The command came as large pieces of metal began to form the base of the cannon, the Ankhenaton builders rapidly buzzed above carefully placing each form of metal atop their rightful throne. In this case the throne was a mega weapon, ready to decimate all on Circumtore...but Sylok wanted that and one other thing.

Live Vedkar!
​

 

[Hayde Torve]

Location: Near the Moon Cannon construction site with elements of the 22nd Provisional Commandoes
Objective: Objective Three
Allies: Thirdas Heavenshield Aien Mueller Kolson Vrask Aemilio Valaar Konrad Harrsk Jyoti Nooran
Enemies: Gordrak Sylok'Vanari Udomek Seker
Equipment: Ghostfire Hold-out Blaster Pistol, Altagak-class Infiltration Armor, Droch-series Field Disruptor ,FastMed Emergency Medpac

She kept her eyes closed as she concentrated on the faint whistling sound from the suppressed bullets as they flew around her, reaching out with her mind towards....something. Anger. Pain. Surprise. She always seemed to have a touch of understanding of the feelings of those around her - something she always attributed just to the very nature of being Lorrdian - even the least gifted among her people were more attuned to the feelings around them than the average galactic citizen. But she felt the vestiges of something different...something...of some presence that almost felt like her gift. But whatever it was, she felt that its presence was set against her. She frowned as her eyes flickered open. Not against me...against us. Even as she watched one of the Bryn'adul warriors fall, fear began to creep into her heart. Instinctively, she pressed herself harder into the around and began to crawl forward, as if some insect attempting to scurry away from a descending boot.

She felt like she could not move fast enough.

A shriek filled the air as Bryn'adul gunboats began to make passes around them. Weapons fire belched out of their sides and the ground churned around her and the commandoes. One cry briefly pierced her comms before abruptly ceasing. She briefly rolled over to glance at one of the alien craft. They don't even have to hit us precisely...they only need a lucky hit. She promptly rolled back over and clambered through the brush, hoping that the stealth properties of her suit would help compensate for her sloppy technique. The woman toggled her comm.

"Asset Beta-Eight-Blue, requesting air support at my coordinates from at least two hostile gunboats."

She didn't bother confirming the receipt of the request. Hopefully, some Directorate or Concord officer would route it to a flight controller, who would in turn route some sort of air support to her. How long will it take? A quick mental calculation told her it would not be quick enough. She swore. Clouds of hazy gas seemed to erupt from all around her. I guess Eights and the commandos have had enough too, but is he coming or going? She couldn't feel their presence - at least not like it normally was. Further panic crept into her mind as she half-tumbled through some brush and straight into a monstrous nightmare.

Spikes seemed to grow out of the massive, hulking frame that glared down at her. It's armored fist brought down a bladed contraption towards her face that seemed more like a holo-drama torture device to her than a true weapon.

Time slowed around her.

She swung her leg out in an attempt to sweep the baedurin's leg from underneath him. She felt it connect solidly if a bit clumsy, but the Baedurin didn't stagger - instead, she found herself writhing in a fit of pain. Karker must be made out of solid durasteel...She flailed and attempted to roll away from him, but a heavy hand grabbed ahold of her and dragged her upwards.

Her mind fluttered as she searched for solutions. Abruptly, her body twisted and then became inverted as the Juggernaut peered into his prey face to face. The bladed Mangler submachine gun glinted in the pale sunlight as it edged nearer and nearer towards her. A guttural growl erupted from his throat.

"Must you all be weak vermin..."

One of her hands flailed and smacked up against his hardened armor before tightly gripping his arm. A bellowing laugh rose up from the bryn'adul and his posture seemed to slacken somewhat.

"A challenge of strength, now, little one? Truly, truly now?"

She didn't answer, but the dart gun built into her suit fired at almost point-blank range. The dart plunged into a chink between the armor plates, causing banthazolate to pour into his bloodstream. A feral growl barked out of the baedurin as he flung her to the ground. The Mangler once again swept towards her face before the alien cursed and aimed his weapon towards the sky. He fired erratically and abruptly, peppering the air with molten bullets, all while muttering something in some tongue which only seemed vaguely familiar. Whatever it is, he's not concerned about me. Small explosions erupted around her, and she guessed that the provisional commandos were launching grenades towards her even as the Bryn'adul warriors sought to push back the Silver Jedi and Imperial attack. She felt a pull to melt back into the chaos and lie low among the bush. But something else towards her it wouldn't be possible.

Not with whatever...whoever's presence opposed her on the other side.

She scrambled forward, diving into the nearest dug-in Bryn'adul position.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Leading Frontal Assault
Circumtore's Moon
Forces: Jaeger Battalion (601/625)
Friendlies: Aien Mueller | Kolson Vrask | Konrad Harrsk | Aemilio Valaar | Hayde Torve | Jyoti Nooran | SJC & Allies
Enemies: Gordrak | Udomek Seker | Sylok'Vanari | Bryn
​

"This is Lieutenant Harrsk - copy loud and clear, Heavenshield. We're mounting a push on target from the south as we speak. Keep them busy."

"Solid copy, lieutenant. Heavenshield, out."

The battle was well and truly joined as Bryn forces now rushed in to counter them in the open field. This was not Sev Tok however; that same slaughter would not be repeated, for his men were now well-trained and knew what to expect from these brutes. These men and women were Bryn-slayers, and were equipped with weapons both gruesome and efficient. They were also utterly zealous in their hatred for the horrors the Bryn inflicted upon their people at Anvil. They wanted justice, and Thirdas would provide the means with which to take it.

"Move forward! Meet their attack head-on," he ordered as he prepared to charge in himself. "Remember Anvil!"

The battalion banner carrying those same words billowed as it followed its commander into battle, its mere presence bolstering each soldier's resolve as they waded into the enemy lines with all guns blazing. The Young Lion led the way, ever easily identified by the white pelt that adorned his shoulders.

Thirdas came face-to-face with one of their Juggernauts letting out a frenzied roar as it closed in for a melee engagement. He was only able to fire off a couple rounds, but they were well-placed as they dug into the creature's left leg, causing a slowness in its advance significant enough to allow him to rev up his chainsaw attachment. As the Juggernaut swung its terrifying weapon, Thirdas raised his rifle to chew into the descending arm. The attack was halted as at first the chainsaw strained against the thick armour. When the brute attempted to throw a bone-breaking punch using his left, Thirdas leveled a kick against its injured leg, causing a roar of pain and preventing the counter.

Another kick in the same area brought the creature to its knees, placing them on equal height. Thirdas now put his whole weight behind the chainsaw, forcing it to finally break through the plating and tear the flesh underneath apart to grissly effect. As he ripped open his opponent's arm blood came gushing from the grievous wound, staining the white lion pelt black and red. As finally the arm came off entirely, Thirdas shoved the end of his rifle into the screaming gob of his foe and pulled the trigger, blasting apart its head and leaving what remained to twitch on the ground.

"Eat sh*t and die, filth," he said as he gave the severed arm a kick for good measure, before moving on to the next victim. This was the horrid reality of fighting against such an unrelenting enemy; one had to become an even greater beast to survive. Such was the way all Jaegers had been taught to fight. Their sole purpose was to be as living nightmares of the Bryn'adûl. To terrorise them as they had terrorised countless others.

He was now marked with the blood of his foes, as was the Valkyri tradition to honour a worthy enemy. In a way, his own people were not so unlike these creatures when it came to brute strength in battle, and some of the more ancient customs no longer practised even the belligerent Bryn would likely find repulsive. He was no saint, and neither were his kinsmen.

But perhaps, under his father's wise rule, they could become something more. Something better.

<"Major Heavenshield, Bryn forces have been spotted trying to outflank us on both sides!">

"Copy that, lieutenant. Captain Mordin, Captain Solus. Have Drake and Gryphon Company swing to the right and left of our main force respectively and engage those Bryn before they can envelop the battalion. They keep flanking, you follow."

<"Yessir, copy that!">

<"Roger that, Major!">

"Companies Lion, Wolf, and Bear will hold the center. Fangs bare, people! Move out!"

 

[Sergeant Omen]

Tag: Aberrant, Cato Harth
Omen frowned as he looked at her. She was going to town on his battlesuit and he thanked the force that could take the punishment. Now he had to think of something more to say than he already had said. “Yes, you would be correct. You would be called as such by people who don’t know you or care to know you, only to say your name with curses. But those people don’t matter. Yes, you have done terrible things but you have done them because the monster within told you to do so and you could do nothing but obey.” He gestured to the bodies of the mercenaries lined up against the wall.“And even if you look like a monster and act like one, you still have an honor code and morals in you. No other Bryn would set their victims up like that.” As he met her gaze, he could only feel the battle within her as she tried to decide who she wanted to be. Hopefully, they could push her in the right direction that didn't involve her sacrificing herself on the galaxy's righteous spear.

He did not feel fear when she gritted her teeth and flapped her wings in rage. The clone didn’t have any fear left to give. He had wanted to help others rather than shoot them in this new galaxy. She would be a difficult case though, like flying through Yavin’s sun and coming out of it unscathed. He could only keep on trying.
Well, at least she had said who she was, admitted she was a knight, and even said her name before this life. It was progress at least from her outrightly wanting to kill them. The Clone stayed silent, letting Cato take control for once. If he had knowledge of her before, maybe that would help, or maybe it would push her further away. To her question, he only replied, “I think you are a woman who has been through so much that it has warped your mind but there is still the original you in there, wanting to get out, wanting to help you save yourself from going further down this dark path. The only two things you can do are either turn fully into the monster the half of you thinks you are or turn to the way of thinking you once had. That is the only choice you have at the moment and if you turn fully monster, well I think you know what will eventually happen to you.” Someone who didn’t care who she was would come and find some way to blow her brains out. That was the choice she was given, revert to a full monster and eventually, get slaughtered by the protectors of the galaxy or revert back to the mind she once had. The monster in her would still be there, still present but she would be able to drown out its calls to destroy every organic in her sight. Omen knew she was the only one to decide for herself what course to eventually take.

 

[Cato Harth]

Tags [Closed]: Aberrant | Sergeant Omen
Location: Tilrinn lower level outskirts

The creature revealed herself, and finally the pieces were put together. Tarish’s sister. They had met before, at his inquest, and the revelation hit Cato like a ton of bricks.

“Holy chit. Farrina.” A conflict of joy and sadness mixed in his voice. “I remember. I do.”

Still the two parts of her mind seemed to battle for dominance. Cato tried his best to keep the human half at the forefront. For all he knew one wrong move might resume their battle.

"What do you see before you? Truly, I mean? A woman, or a monster?"

“I see someone I know. Someone I want to help. If you let me, Farrina, I will.” He proffered a hand to the woman, taking the briefest moment to glance over to the Sergeant. “You’re not one of them.” Gone was the quick-witted braggart Cato always posed as, replaced by his more truthful self. The kid who just wanted to help. He still wasn't sure if she would accept the offer, but he'd rather take the leap that risk losing her to the Bryn. The pistol and saber were both tucked away, unthreatening, and out of reach in the event of a sudden move.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Location: Circumtore system
Allies: @ Liram Angellus Mig Gred @ Jairdain @ Jyoti Nooran @ Isla Draellix-Kobitana @ Verin Oldo @ Garm Oligard Finn Roberts
Enemies: Osam Badar



The four remaining pickets of the 327th Sped off away from the battle they had just moved through towards the civilian craft now moving into high orbit. Trerkic could not help but notice the solemn silence on the bridge of the vessel. The pickets bridge was a small compartment nestled between the two prongs that reached out away from the main hull. the room was a tight fit for the five crew members and the silence of the cockpit was defending in its implications. The 327th had started its life with eight of the intersection pickets less than six months ago. They had lost two in the first engagement with the Bryn, a fourth against pirates, and now 1045 too was gone. Trerkic knew three of their crew well. He had called them friends. Many of the twenty-person crew if not all had known someone on 1045. One had a wife aboard the ship, Trerkic had no idea how he was handling the loss. He wanted to call back to engineering and check on the man but he did not have that luxury. The battle outside the ship's hull would not pause and let him see to his crew. He did not know the man well, he was an engineer and he had dined with him on occasion, but he did not know the man well nor had ever met his wife. Truth be told he had not gotten to know a lot of the other pickets crews outside the few he had gone to the academy with. Those classmates were now gone, the last of them serving on 1045.

Trerkic was shaken from his thoughts as the silent bridge was disturbed by a voice. "Sir, they are targeting the civilian ships," shouted one of the bridge crew. Trerkic turned to look at an image of the small craft and freighters lifting out of the ring's atmosphere and moving into high orbit. "Damn," cursed Trerkic as the first of the shots moved past the picket group heading for the freighters.

"Launch flak canisters full load," ordered the commander. A moment later the canisters fired from the launcher's quad muzzles. they moved out into the path of the fast-moving projectiles and exploded spreading a cloud of flak and debris into their path only seconds before the warheads moved into it.

"They are moving too fast, we won't get another reload," shouted a tactical officer from beside Trerkic. He cursed again and slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. "All power to shielding, move us into position to block for the civilians," ordered Trerkic. The crew on the bridge all looked at the man knowingly then carried out the order. MCPV 1029 shot into the path of the incoming fire followed by the three other remaining pickets of the 327th. Their hulls slowing as power from the engines was forced into the shield generators. a second later the shielding of the four ships shimmered and flexed under the barrage. only lasting a moment before the overwhelming power of the fast-moving projectiles caused the particle shielding to buckle. One after another the shielding failed as the solar weaponry ignored then slicing into their thin hull armor like butter. That aided with the kinetic energy of the mass drivers as the shielding failed ripped through the pickets of the 327th tearing them apart. it only took five seconds for the four pickets of the 327th line to be transformed into space debris. Hopefully, that would save the lives of some of the civilians and allow them to escape.

Reshmar closed his eyes as he watched the pickets change course to move into the fire of the Bryn vessels. He knew what they were trying to do, he cursed the commander for the discussion but knew it was the only one Commander Trerkic had. over one hundred lives snuffed out in a second, Reshmar knew what was happening even as he sat with his eyes closed. Around him, on the bridge, he heard the responses of his command crew. The highs and instant quietness did more to him than his eyes seeing the order could ever have. Reshmar opened his eyes and the image of the four pickets was gone. Ond of the officers turning off the display. a moment later another volley of fire found he Hassh'n and the shock and horror of the moment were gone as the crew set itself back to the battle.

Salmakk fired its last load of missiles at the Bryn fleet just as the Bryn frigates made their turn and opened fire on them. The alien ships began to speed up and move towards the 321st. "Look at the speed," shouted one of the officers at the tactical station. The ships were moving at an incredible pace towards the corvettes with only one intent. "Brace for impact!" shouted the ship's captain as he buckled the chair's safety straps. "Evasive maneuvers!" came his second order as the crew of the corvettes of the 321st began strapping in and bracing. Kalith broke off at a dangerously sharp angle from the group followed by Rosen. The two smaller corvettes being much more agile than the heavy corvette managed to just move out of the incoming alien vessels. Each corvette angled away from the incoming ram moving to clear the Bryn ships. As they squeezed past the corvettes each took a savage barrage of enemy fire.
On the far flank, the 344th watched as the Bryn frigate slammed into the Salmakk splitting the ship into at least three sections. The commander of the Tharsh watched the ordeal then looked at the frigates moving towards his own line. " No way we can get out of the way of that thing." said the man looking at the speed of the ships moving at his formation. "Helm, turn us towards the frigates try to move out to their port flank. The helmsman tried to move the ship out of the path of the oncoming frigates but was too late. The frigate smashed onto the starboard side of the heavy corvettes overpowering its shielding and scraping along its hull. The frigate continued along the length of the corvettes tearing off one of its engines causing an explosion to tear through engineering. At the rear of the formation, the Hesmit broke up and over the incoming frigates barely missing the vessel as it flew over its dorsal hull taking fire as it went. Onoma had moved to evade the frigate but was caught amidships as the frigates trajectory was modified by its impact with the Thrash.

The crew of the Thrash, shaken and bruised, tried to overcome their ordeal. Many had been slammed to the deck, girders had fallen on one of the communications officers and killed him. A medic now moved from crew member to crew member seeing to their wounds. The Thrash moved on away from the collision listing and attempting to regain a stable course. Behind it, the shattered hull of Onoma lay crushed and floating dead. The commander looked at the Bryn vessels in the distance with anger, "Fire the missiles," he ordered not knowing if anyone near the tactical consol heard him. A young ensign looked at the captain with one eye surely lost, bruises up the side of his head blood gushing from the cut across his face. "Yes sir, came his reply as he hit the button then collapsed to the floor.

Force Composition 2,000 meters
3rd fleet
38th Patrol Squadron
355th Patrol Command Line
MC57-class Light Cruiser - Haash'n - Hull 61% Shielding 55% Movement 75%
321st Pursuit Line
MC25-class Heavy Corvette - Salmakk - disabled floating broken hull
MC22-class Corvette - Kalith - Hull 86% Shielding 44%
MC22-class Corvette -Rosen - Hull 92% Shielding 87%
344th Pursuit Line
MC25-class Heavy Corvette - Thrash - Hull 45% Shielding 23% Movement 50%
MC22-class Corvette - Hesmit Hull 82% Shielding 76% Movement 75%
MC22-class Corvette - Onoma - disabled floating broken hull
327th Picket Line - RIP
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1029 - shredded
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1101 - shredded
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1045 - disabled floating dead
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1121 - shredded
Intersector-class Sloop - MCPV 1157 - shredded

Actions

327th lost attempting to block the incoming fire targeted at the civilian ships.
321st fired missiles at the Bryn formation
344th fired missiles at the Bryn formation
Salmakk lost to Bryn Raming frigates
Onoma lost to Bryn ramming frigates
Hassh.n taking light damage
Reshmar is now mad.

 

[Aenarr Kyrr]

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Friendly Units: ​

• Tra'ibahikan Squadron

Ally Tag(s): Verin Oldo | Finn Roberts | Garm Oligard | Liram Angellus | Mig Gred | Jairdain | ADM. Reshmar | Isla Draellix-Kobitana ​

Enemy Tag(s): Osam | Badar ​

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Spoiler: Equipment

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• Armor:
  • Prudii'situyr'gam
  • Vambrace Weapons:
    • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
    • PC-05V Plasma Caster
      • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
      • Electro Darts (4)
      • Explosive Darts (4)
      • Surveillance Tagger Darts (4)
    • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
• Implant(s):​
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• Melee:
  • K-02M Kal (2)
• Sidearm(s)
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol w/ 'Kyrayc Sur'haai' 1-4x Short Range Optic
• Rifle(s):
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle w/ 1-12x Medium Range Optic and UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
• Explosives:
  • Det-Packs (2)
  • Flex-5 Detonite Tape (1 roll)
  • Smoke Grenades (3)
  • Flash-Bang Grenades (3)
  • Class-A Thermal Detonator (2)
  • NOVA40 Plasma Grenade (2)
• Tool Kits:
  • Starfighter tool kit
  • Technical tool kit
  • Starship weapon repair kit

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Tra'ibahikan 1-1 Tra'ibahikan 1-2 Tra'ibahikan 1-3 Tra'ibahikan 1-4

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The announcement that the ship was dropping out of hyperspace accompanied the sensation of dropping out of hyperspace that Aenarr was used to over a long and storied career. The order to launch came a moment later. It was genuinely impressive to watch the Confederacy's droid fighters rise up on their repuslors and shift into flight configuration. Aenar pulsed the repulsors on his own fighter and raised the landing gear. He waited till it was their turn to launch, and then wordlessly, all three fighters screeched out into the black, assuming the two angled lines of an inverted V as they peeled away from the Al'raja without an exchanged word between their pilots. ​

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Aenarr expertly blinked his way through his HUD synced controls for the stealth systems, activating the craft's stealth suite, barring it's hyperwave beacon scrambler and it's static discharge panels. The Tra'galaar effortlessly vanished into the void of space, using it's impressive stealth features to keep it from being detected by allies or friendlies. It wasn't his intention to hide form allied vessels, but given none of them were equipped with the Manda tactical battlenet, he could only set his IFF to transmit via laser comms if he wanted to remain stealthy. ​

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The Tra'galaar was as keen eyed as she was stealthy, and the fighter's long-range sensor suite paired with its Mandan tactical battlenet module picked out the incoming Bryn'adul fighters, though at this distance, just barely. The Al'raja was still in laser comms range and line of sight, so Aenarr quickly hailed their flight control, "Al'raja this is Void Stalker 1-1, we're picking up Bryn'adul bombers with escorting fighters on an attack run. We'll engage. Have your droids follow up. Void Stalker 1-1, out." Aenarr left the channel open just in case, he knew better than to close a communications channel with a friendly command ship before it was necessary. ​

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With the shields already disabled the extra power was diverted into the Redalur maneuvering system and at this range he didn't need the craft's full suite of weapons, just the fighter system, allowing him to divert some power into the craft's SLAM system. On lower-end stealth craft, this would have given them away easily, not on the Tra'galaar. Powerful, yet stealthy engines combined with the stealth suite's electronic warfare suite disguising their emissions, the Tra'galaars were a ghosts in the night.​

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Long range sensors picked up the extremely heavily damaged Bryn'adul ship, identified as the flagship based on what he and his craft's Manda module could make out. This brought a wry smile to Aenarr's face under his buy'ce. Shame someone else had got them, but at least this way it wasn't his problem anymore. "Shame someone else got to them," half-growled Rang Nihut'tyr over their laser comms. Rang wasn't stupid enough to transmit over open comms, no matter how much the jokes about Nihut'tyrs and their average intelligence once their blood got boiling claimed otherwise. Of course, of all of them, it had to be Rang that was going to vocalize what they were all thinking. ​

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His Manda interface beeped and informed him that the Tra'beviin and Tbarsr missiles that they were carrying were in range. Normally, Aenarr would have to issue targeting orders manually, but with the Manda, it was a matter of a few gestures and blinks and the other three had been issued targets. Of course, this time it was really shabla simple. Their launchers could get off a quick pair of missiles each, and they had three of them, there was about twenty four bombers. Given that there were four of them, each of them was targeting a single bomber with each of their missiles. ​

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Fortunately, they also had six AC-04X accelerator cannons each. That still left the fighters, but it was too shabla bad, they were going to have to hope that enough bombers were going to be dead in the first salvo that they could turn and engage the fighters with the next. Aenarr quickly switched the feed to Trihex-AP rounds. If these rounds weren't good enough to deal with the oversized seafood then Aenarr didn't know what would be. He issued the order via the Manda for the squadron to switch rounds and acquire the same targets with their guns as well. ​

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Aenarr and the others switched their fighters' SLAM systems off in preparation for the attack. "Tra'ibahikan 1-1 to all Tra'ibahikan callsigns, e've killed tougher shaubire before, tracyr mav!" he said evenly over the laser comms right as he hit the firing stud and pulled the trigger on his flight stick. Even with the fighter's powerful intertial dampeners, he could swear he felt the craft vibrate and shake ever so slightly as nine mass-driver weapons discharged their ordnance. Six Tra'beviin missiles and a steam of ion energy torpedo sheathed Trihex-AP rounds streaked out from the fighters, brightening up the dark of the void for a fleeting second, resolving the Tra'beviin as a silhoutted shimmer in the dark before the fighter's stealth systems compensated for the long departed ordnance and hid the fighter once more. ​

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"Die shabuir, die," he whispered to himself in the privacy of his own buy'ce as his enhanced body waited those precious fractions of time for impact of some kind. He'd never fought the shabla lobsters before, so one way or another, this was going to be a learning experience. On the plus side, if they didn't die, at least this was only going to get more interesting. ​

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Spoiler: Summary

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• Tra'ibahikan squadron launched, activated stealth systems.
• Picked up incoming Bryn craft on attack run on long-range sensors.
• Informed Al'raja of their attack plan.
• Accelerated to attack, put power into SLAM and Maneuvering Array.
• Fired six missiles each at a different bomber, fired ion energy torpedo sheathed Trihex-AP rounds (detailed in the weapon's submission) at the same bomber each missile targeted.
• Cloaking system disabled enough to reveal fighters briefly, re-engaged.

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[Mig Gred]

Tags:
Allies: ADM. Reshmar Liram Angellus Jairdain Isla Draellix-Kobitana Verin Oldo Garm Oligard Jyoti Nooran
Enemies: Osam Badar
Fleet: Concordia, Shield-class Escort Cruiser, 4x Tionas-class FACs, 3x GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons, 2x GF-3B "Star Cutter" squadrons, 1x HF-2 Jair Kyr'am squadron, 1x Viper MkII squadron, 1x HA-2 Pike squadron

Spoiler

Mig gripped the command chair as the White Wolf shook as the barrage that had been aimed at Silver City stuck her. Cordy appeared again, looking at Mig with a worried appearance.

"Alor, Hanger One took a big hit, and they damaged one of the sublight boosting units. We also lost a couple of Varactyl turrets, turbolasers, a railgun, and damage to a particle turret. And we have a hole in the bow." Mig grumbled a bit, knowing that taking that kind of damage wasn't good. Soon though, the Concordia's sensors would blare as the Bryn flagships.... Was it.....

"We actually killed one.... Open comms!" Once they were open, he'd call out on an open channel. "Someone out there tell me I'm not seeing things...." Cordy looked at the scanners, just as shocked.

"Scanners... confirm. She's going down. Gunnery, spready battery over the rest of that fleet!" As Mig kept looking on, he would notice something else. The Alor stepped towards the scanner center, looking at the dots coming. He looked at one of the officers, nodding.

"Direct flak, PD, lasers, turbolasers, and Varactyls at those bogies, now! All crew, brace for potential boarding!" Soon, the lighter batteries of the Concordia would come to life, focused on stopping as many of the coming Bryn vessels as they could. The Shield-class would soon come in with it's own weapon systems, attempting to help and stop the craft. They would be able to stop them all, but the Mandalorians' hope was they could at least take out some of them.

Meanwhile with the flankers, the Tionas and strike craft would quickly pull around, and find their targets. The FACs would quickly fire a barrage of proton torpedoes and Varactyl fire into the Bryn formation, and the Sea Killer Squadron Star Cutter's that weren't being chased down would quickly turn and begin to attempt targeting any and all defensive batteries, and at times almost seemed to want to be targeted. The Jair Kyr'am would also pull around, firing their small hyper particle cannons into lighter Bryn capital ships. The Pikes would also swing around, going for bombing runs with their bomb pods, and firing torpedoes from their built in launchers when they could. The TwinTail strike squadron, Starbird squadron, would join in on the torpedo runs. The escorts meanwhile kept trying to hold off Bryn fighters, hoping they could hold them out long enough.

Damage: Concordia- Hull 70%/Shield 80% (Particle), 8 TwinTails lost, 4 Vipers lost, 3 Pikes lost, 3 star Cutters lost, 3 Jair Kyram lost

Fleet Actions:
The Mandalorian flankers attack. ( Osam )
Concordia is battered, but continues firing.
Concordia and the Shield-class direct their light weapons on the incoming Bryn ships.

 

[Osam]

Location: Within an escape pod, enroute to the Sraeljoarsk
Equipment: Flesh Vessel | (I'll link other stuff if it ever becomes relevant, but I'm in a ship, so I doubt it.)
Allies: Badar
Enemies: Liram Angellus | ADM. Reshmar | Mig Gred | Verin Oldo Finn Roberts Aenarr Kyrr
Fleet Composition:

Spoiler

• Boundless Honor | Destroyed | 0/2 Fighter Squadrons (Flagship)
• Sraeljoarsk | Undamaged | 0/12 Fighter Squadrons - 0/3 Bomber Squadrons - 0/3 Zealot Strikeshard Squadrons
• Clan's Pride | Undamaged |
• Heroism of Tathra | Undamaged |
• Scourge | Destroyed
• Terror | Undamaged
• Mace | Destroyed
• Brawler | Undamaged
• Kraemonen Support Craft (x1) | Light Shield Damage
• Kraemonen Support Craft (x3) Destroyed

Deployed Fighters:
8/12 Phedrak Squadrons from Sraeljoarsk
0/2 from Boundless Honor
2/3 Bombers from Sraeljoarsk
3/3 Zealot Strikeshards from Sraeljoarsk

Reserve Fleet - Ships in the Reserve Fleet are behind the primary fleet. Here they will wait to be called into the fray, and damaged vessels will repair.

• Hive of Nar Kreeta | Undamaged | 12/12 Fighter Squadrons - 3/3 Bomber Squadrons - 3/3 Zealot Strikeshard Squadrons
• Vampire | Undamaged
• Shriek | Undamaged

There was so little that could be observed within the boundaries of the simplistic escape pod. In truth, the hybrid was simply happy that the warship had possessed an escape pod of some variety. He had never paid a great deal of attention to the vessels designed by the Draelvasier, but if they had been designed without any kind of escape mechanism, he would not have been particularly surprised. If the actions of their progenitor during the Battle of Anvil were any indication, his kindred had little inclination toward tactical retreat. Apparently, the Vaydralen for all of their honor had thought it necessary to include at least a few aboard the Boundless Honor, and for that, he was immensely grateful.

As the Warlord gradually shifted so that he could dock with the Sraeljoarsk - a suitable flagship now that all of its squadrons had been launched, and it had been placed behind the remainder of his warships, the battle continued in its glorious dance. The Phedraks had refocused their efforts entirely now on backing up and providing screening for the manned bombers still flying directly toward the Confederate flotilla. With twenty to a squadron, the roughly eight remaining squadrons numbered nearly one-hundred and sixty.

A sudden series of missiles and the churn of projectiles rushed out of seemingly nowhere, lancing against bombers and Phedraks alike as the movement of the tumultuous swarm disrupted precision targeting - not out of any coherence on the part of the fighters, but simply as a result of how many had been implanted around the bombers. Nevertheless, roughly a squad of the bombers were rendered either annihilated by these missiles, the follow-up shots, or else were damaged enough that the bombers began to float freely or were depressurized. Unlike the Phedraks, the Thumper Obumvaks were manned... spelling terrible death for their pilots.

Uncertain of the direction of their attack as a result of the stealth systems of the enemy, the Thumpers continued directly forward, and the Phedraks continued on with their compulsion to escort these lethal crafts to their destination. Gradually, as they grew increasingly nearer, their gunners would prepare their assorted payloads, intending to drop terrible ordinance on their opponents. As Tactical Bombers, they lacked many other armaments, but their ability as capital-killers had been testified repeatedly during testing. They'd never been deployed before against the Concord... so they would need to watch and see the truth of their efficacy.

Osam slid a finger across the screen of the pod, allowing the Flesh to perform vague piloting maneuvers with his other hand in order to draw them closer and closer to the Sraeljoarsk. He watched as the Ravager Frigates on both flanks of the fleet slammed directly into the corvettes of the enemy, shattering them into assorted pieces or otherwise leaving them dead in the water. The swifter corvettes were able to evade - and subsequently seemed to launch missile after missile against the Ravagers to great effect.

Coated in layer upon layer of Verikast, they had been exceptionally armored, especially against thermal and energy weaponry. It was wise of the foe to resort to more projectile forms of armament, though it spelled wretched consequences for the Scourge and the Mace, both of which swung into the forefront of their respective formations only to be battered by a series of missiles. The hull chipped away and shattered, sending pieces of plate and systems into the ether with every consecutive blow.

To the credit of the Ravagers, neither broke under the pressure. They were immensely bulky ships, and had been designed to survive blows that would have annihilated other ships of their class, but they were far worse for wear, and the idea of either surviving another missile salvo was anathema to common sense.

Osam prepared to issue a command to pull both vessels back when further disaster struck. While the launch of Badar's Conquester between themselves and the Concordia and the remainder of the heavier warships of the enemy fleet had prevented them from suffering a significant amount of damage, and allowed them to reorient themselves slightly, Osam had made a tactical error in withdrawing all of his Phedrak support in order to escort a bombing run against the Confederates.

Without fighters to screen the Ravagers, the swarm of enemy small craft supporting the flank of the corvettes was unleashed, sending torpedoes and missile projectiles into the hull of the two flailing Ravagers... where the corvettes had failed, these fighters sounded a death knell for the Ravagers, blowing chunks several meters wide into their sides and depressurizing them nigh instantaneously.

The hybrid had to refrain from slamming his hand through the pod wall in outrage as the two empty floated off, useless and dead.

The two remaining Ravagers to their credit had a substantial number of defensive guns - flak cannons and a Draemidus Defense Battery each with subsequently began to open fire on this series of hostiles, not needing to worry about hitting their own and allowing them to fire with reckless abandon. The Frigates had been pulled previously within range of the defensive armament too of the remaining capital ships: the Heroism and the Clan's Pride and these too began to open fire on the fighters with their close-range weapons.

"Flesh. Have the Hive and the two Debauchers come out of Reserves." He said, and the Worm complied, transmitting his commandment to the Shipmasters who subtly began to thrust forward in anticipation of joining the fight anew.

The two remaining Ravagers, under threat from the swarm, but unwilling to back down with the assistance of their friendly capital ships redirected themselves to a new corvette target, and with the same force as before, began their forward-thrust... aiming to shatter these just as they had helped to shatter others.

Meanwhile, the Zealot Strikeshards reached their destination, though fewer in number than when they had launched. The crippled husks of four of their number spelled the loss of half a Strikeshard squadron as a result of the defensive weapons of the Concordia. Had they been bombers or fighters, their casualties would have been far more extensive... but with the focus of simply slamming into the foe like superfast missiles, they did not need to fixate a great deal on firing lines and maneuvering.

Osam watched as they impacted with the shields... and he hoped that they would slide through and into the flesh of the warship.

Fleet Actions and Effects

Spoiler

• A squadron of bombers - and several Phedraks (but not enough for me to mark off a squadron quite yet) are destroyed by a surprise attack by Aenarr Kyrr . The surviving bombers continue en route to the Confederates, surrounded by the swarm.
• Multiple other Phedraks are destroyed by the efforts of the brave pilot Allyson Locke - these also continue along with the swarm, more focused on protecting the bombers than retaliating quite yet.
• The Scourge and the Mace are weakened immensely by missile salvos from the flanking corvettes of ADM. Reshmar . They hold fast until a series of fighters from Mig Gred subsequently blow them to smithereens.
• The Reserve Fleet are brought out of Reserve and will join the engagement next post.
• Four Strikeshards are lost to the Concordia's AA guns. The remainder will impact with the shield - whether they slide through thanks to their speed and Radesh Oil and manage to board the Concordia is up to Mig Gred
• The remaining Ravagers select new corvette targets, and begin another ramming run, attempting to destroy these just as their predecessors did.
• Osam relocates to the Sraeljoarsk which will serve as his new flagship for the engagement.
• AA and Defense guns on the Ravagers and the Heroism and Clan's Pride will open fire on any nearby fighters and bombers in order to try to clear these out of the nearby airspace.

 

[Jyoti Nooran]

Location: Circumtore Orbit ---> Moon
Objective: Close Air Support for Lunar Assault Forces
Allies: SJC and Friends ( Liram Angellus , Mig Gred , Jairdain , ADM. Reshmar , Isla Draellix-Kobitana , Verin Oldo , Garm Oligard ) Allyson Locke Hayde Torve Thirdas Heavenshield
Opposition: Bryn'adul ( Primal Architect , Osam , Badar)
Directly Engaging: Gordrak
Personal Equipment: Saberhawk Jedi Starfighter, Puck (Custom Astromech)

In a private line to the Echani Jedi, Allyson laughed. "Is this your way of tempting me back to the Silvers?"

<Oh I don't know, Azure Three, I thought our generous benefits package would do the trick. Quite handy the next time you find yourself opposite a reactor meltdown.>

She had replied telepathically through the Jedi fighter's integrated crystal network, Third Eye. In fact she controlled the whole ship through thought alone, treating it as an extension of her body, eyes closed and hands neatly folded in her lap. The rockets were her wings that carried her to the hordes of invading Bryn ships, its cannons her blades she used to cut bloody swaths right through them.

Their numbers were greater, but like most Bryn attack craft, they turned like bricks, making them easy pickings for the quartet of Jedi Aces. The real difficult part was fighting them while also guiding civilian vessels to safety. As a Jedi it was a delicate balancing act between attacking and protection. Needless to say, the Echani always preferred to be on offense as it concerned by the Bryn.

//Incoming transmission from Silver Lunar forces.// Puck informed her through text. //Urgent request for CAS mission.//

"Asset Beta-Eight-Blue, requesting air support at my coordinates from at least two hostile gunboats."

There space around Circumtore was still thick with Bryn craft, but by now local defense forces an Antarian Rangers were spun up and engaging. Besides, the lunar mission took priority. If the Bryn's WMD couldn't be neutralized, there probably wouldn't be much of a ringworld left to save.

"Azure leader to Blue, request received. Incoming, 30 seconds."

<Squadron, form up. I'm taking us to the moon. Puck, ETA on flotilla?>

//Checking...they should arrive momentarily.//

<Finally, inform them to deploy Onyx and Ruby Squadron to assist with CAS. let them know they're coming into a gong show. Otherwise the operation proceeds as planned. Alright Azure, taking over.>

With a mental switch, she slaved the three other fighters to hers once in formation, then made a microjump directly to the moon, leapfrogging the defending Bryn fleet. The move was instant with no need to wait for the computer to calculate the jump - the Jedi Master could do it all by instinct.

The canopy momentarily flashed blue from hyperspace, then gave way to ashen landscape of the moon. Almost immediately, red diamonds began to register on the canopy AR display as the sensors picked up on multiple targets.

<Releasing controls, engage! Azure Two on me. Puck take over fire control.>

Like before, the Jedi aces were outnumbered, but they had two things going for them, the element of surprise, and superior craft specifically designed out Bryn ships. The delta fighters would open up with hails of emerald laser fire that arced in all directions. On first glance it could appear that the Jedi were firing blind, but it was exactly the opposite case. Each bolt of the advanced homing lasers had been precisely aimed and guided with the aid of micro tractor arrays that studded the delta fighters. This meant they could attack multiple targets at once despite the lack of missiles.

In the hands of the Jedi, the Saberhawks could dominate even dedicated interceptors, so the comparatively lumbering gunboats were child's play.

While Puck took care of the firing, Jyoti focused on maneuvering and surveying the surface below. Friendly forces were being held up by Bryn defenders, even at risk of being overrun.

"Azure leader to Jaeger Commander and Blue, we are currently engaging the enemy gunships with additional squadrons on the way. Since we're here, we can target enemy lunar forces and their construction teams. Just start painting targets."

Keeping her fellow Silvers alive on the ground was just as important as taking out the WMD. None of them would be needlessly sacrificed as cogs to the war machines.

Victory could not come at the cost of their humanity.

Master Vurel Dardec, 86th Flotilla Commander​

Just as Puck had reported, the arrival of the 86th Flotilla had been imminent, the ships reverting over Circumtore mere minutes after Azure had jumped to the moon. They had come out fairly close to the Ringworld, so the friendly fleets created a protective screen against the main body of the Bryn fleet as they caught their bearings.

At first glance, there didn't seem to be much to the flotilla of small ships - a trio of unassuming corvettes and some gunships. However, was more to the eye as two of the corvettes disgorged dozens of drone fighters, several immediately blinking out of view to converge on Azure squadron's position by microjump. Additional drones began to form defensive perimeter around corvettes and/or lash out at any Bryn ships attempting to break into atmosphere.

In the shadow of the corvettes was a fourth vessel that had traveled in their wash through hyperspace, the black stealth frigate now quietly creeping along at a distance.

"Relay to Admiral Reshmar through the Wallaby that the 86th has arrived and we are holding. Warn him that the Horizon is powering up its gravity well generator, so that friendlies need to take this into account with making FTL maneuvers. We await Master Nooran's command for final activation."

The WMD that the Bryn were constructing on the moon, but its appearance was not dissimilar to the mass driver weapons they so favored on other platforms. Upon initial analysis Jyoti had an idea as a last bit of insurance in case marine teams or the fleet couldn't take out the gun. Deflecting the projectiles from even hitting the Circumtore. At a distance of hundreds and thousands of kilometers, any weapon at such extreme ranges require very accurate fire solutions to strike anything, particularly a target as difficult as Circumtore which was shaped like a narrow ring instead of a sphere.

A surprise gravity out of nowhere could suddenly screw up those calculations as any projectile or bolt was pulled off course.

While the Horizon charge up its gravity well, the signature of the ship and the growing artificial mass was masked by the Nightshade's own GAM, generating special gravitic pulses that could interfere with mass detection.

Soon, a nasty trap would be ready to spring.

Fleet Composition
1x Pantera Stealth Frigate - Nightshade
-1x Yutan Stealth Fighter-Bomber Squadron(12)
3x Martan Carrier Corvette - Wallaby, Wombat
-4x Bobcat Interceptor Squadron, Interceptor Configuration (48)
-4x Fencer Kai Droid Fighter Squadron (96)
1x Daragon Corvette - Deep Horizon
3x Kobold Blastboat - Kris, Stilleto, Katar

4x Saberhawk Jedi Starfighters

Summary of Actions
- Jyoti answers Hayde's call for air support, using instinctive astrogation to microjump to moon and begin assaulting Gordrak's gunboats.
-Offers Silver assistance in taking out ground targets with strafe runs.
- 86th flotilla arrives, dispatching additional fighters to support Azure Squadron at the moon.
-Flotilla commander alerts Reshmar of the 86th's arrival and warns him about the coming use of gravity well projector.
- Horizon begins warming up its gravity well projector, which is being masked by gravitic jamming by the Nightshade.