We Come For Booty (Dominion Dom of Chiloon Rift and Irn)

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obective: Help the fam do their thing--Distract the Homeboys
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Allies: [member="Boethiah"] | [member="Nick Imura"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Antherion"] I [member="Kiran Vess"] I [member="Lethia Morow"] I [member="Satia"]

"Good: the enemy doesn't suspect anything"

Actually Ardgal did suspect a thing. Among over 100 tanks, all with pretty dope sensors, and the Behemoth's own long range bio scanners--they knew where this infantry surprise attack was coming from and where it was going. The sharpshooters wouldn't find anything to shoot at--the gunners for the Icarus-class platforms wouldn't be deployed--I mean why would they be, there were no infantry troops to shot at up till now. Of course, one company of soldiers was equal to at least 80--or up to 250. And man holes were really only designed to let out one person at a time, rather than 2--or even 250. So unless this city had a serious plumbing problem, it was gonna take hellva lotta time for at least 160 people to pop out of 2 or even 4 one-man sized holes and hurl base-ball sized grenades with precision. Especially since these folks were rabble. The moment the first of these troops would even show their faces, the tanks would fire appropriately, and keep moving, since they knew where these troops would keep coming from, it'd be like fish in a barrel with that and the Behemoth's Anti-infantry turrets. Or, the troops could opt for the whole "throw it over the edge thing" which really was not accurate. At all. In that case, the tanks would just shoot the manhole access points until they ceased to exist. With electromagnetic plasma cannons that were known for dealing pure destruction, that'd be once, maybe twice. Results? Minimal damage.

"Any time you are ready, Black hold, feel free to move in," Ardgal said from his position in the Behemoth. "The field is primed and ready for you."

A series of explosions rocked to his left.

"Sir, missile troops on the other side," Virgil reported, keeping her cool better this time.

"Level the area," he said with out half a shrug, "Use Electromagnetic plasma."

20 of the tanks would blast the living day lights out of the missile troop's positions, not only hitting their cover but reducing it to molten slag. And not the soft and chew kind, the ewy-gooey, get-between-your-teeth kind. There really wasn't a need to show dente here since there were no civilians around. Even space magic couldn't save you from that. When they were done, the tanks would start blowing the living daylights out of the sharpshooter's positions, leveling their buildings as well without discrimination.

"Sir, a second volley from the T3's," Virgil said tersely as another series of explosions rocked them, "Apparently leveling everything within their two-block radius wasn't enough."

"Then hit it harder," Ardgal said folding his arms, "40 hellfires hit it with all they have."

Flak, electroplasma, and heavy concussion missiles would rain down on the position of these T3-Bs until they relented and gave up the damn ghost. After all, apparently an order for 100 tanks to destroy everything around them wasn't enough--so overkill was in order. They would not stop until these things were gone.

"Remaining Hellfires, target the City Hall's comms tower and sensor suite."

"Target locked, sir."

"Blow it to hell."

"With pleasure, sir."

The Behemoth's own cannons joined in, sending a massive hurl of firepower of 32 electromagnetic plasma cannon rounds and 60 flak anti-vehicle/anti-bunker rounds into the enemy's comm and sensor tower powerful enough to level a small town--let alone the entire town hall. With the power being down, there were no shields to protect this tower, so it'd be as exposed as a raw nerve.

The worst part is he wasn't even here to do the main fighting--Ardgal was just hitting targets. The real bad guys were yet to come. It was amazing that the bombers still didn't go down with 2 Brilliant missiles apiece, missiles known for their accuracy and ability to just lock on and ruin people's days so 3 were fired at each, and would keep on getting fired at each until they just upped and died already.

Spoiler

Godkillers (in Sig)
Alpha Company (In sig)
95 Hellstorm Heavy Assault Tanks
95 Icarus-Class Anti-Aircraft Tanks
the Behemoth

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift
Allies: [member="Judas Foster"]
Foes: The Primeval - [member="aria vale"], [member="Vaylin"]
Gear: Revan's Robes, Revans Lightsaber

As Teresa dropped with the rubble of the floor she'd see the other follow her falling in herself. Arms stayed crossed as she touched the floor doing a tiny bounce into a role to avoids the bigger chunks of rubble. Once she had stood up Teresa made sure she was consumed by the shadows ensuring she had rolled far enough.

By speaking the girl had given Teresa a rough direction. However the woman stayed still with silent breaths. First the sounds of battle outside faded till it couldn't be heard. The second would be the sound of her own breathing. Till finally just footsteps. Light litter patterns of scurrying about. With intence focus a second copy of herself would emerge. It wasn't solid nor could it hurt anything. It was all apart of the illusion.

The doppelgänger would begin to walk away from Teresa to stand on the very edges of the light beaming in through the hole above. Keeping most of the focus onto the illusion her hand would make slight movements scattering a small piece of concrete in the direction the dopplegänger faced. All the while it was to sell the illusion to apparently as the real. As she moved her hand slightly the illusion moved a lot.

 

[null3]

Admiral Harris and his fleet jumped into the the system, the fleet regathered as the acclamators came up from the surface of Irn. As the fleet regrouped, a group of ships came visible over the pastel atmosphere of Irn.
"Pirates! All men to battlestations!"
A group of Ancient rebel alliance ships came into view with symbols across its hull. The ships approached the fleet and Harris sounded all alarms, the acclamators moved to the sides to pinch in the attackers and began opening fire.
"Launch fighters!"
The bottom of Harris' capital ship opened as the new fighters from the EIPC shipment launched and swarmed the rebel ships, 4 squadrons came from Harris and the rest of the fleet followed. 25 squadrons had flown from the ship and swarmed the enemy fleet.
"Fire all turbolasers!"
The capital ship lit up and over 1000 turbolasers began firing into the ships, quickly they were being picked off, Harris had only lost a few fighters. The rebel fleet began launching landing craft towords the fleet, guarded by retro-fitted x-wing escorts.
The craft were being ejected from the ship so fast that the fighters couldn't pick them all off, and they were too small to hit with turbolasers.
"Prepare for boarding!"
All ships took avasive measures as three of the mon calamari cruisers were destoyed, a blockade runner turned and flew to hyperspace out of the system.

 

[null3]

Within seconds if the messages looping, StormTroopers had flooded the halls and began running to the hangers as ships landed before it could close. The doors to the hanger opened as a group of 50 stormtroopers charged in. The craft landed and they began firing but it's shields just absorbed the energy. The door opened and a group of pirates charged out of the old rebel transport, quickly they were mowed down.
The stormtroopers laughed and cheered until a clank, then a second door opened, a man stepped out alongside two pirates in heavy armor. The troopers unloaded into the two heavy troopers, then the laughed as the room got quiet, they jerked their hands as blaster miniguns formed around their hands, the began blasting into the crowd, killing a majority of the troops. The doors to the hanger opened again and Grenadier troopers stormed the room, they we're being cut down, the floor was littered in whit and red armor. They charged on, approaching and firing. One of the troopers through a grenade and it bounced off the side of the ship and exploded and the gunners blew out of the hanger.
Admiral Harris opened the door, he had a grey officers helmet and light protection equipment on. He looked at the mess and then at the troopers.
"Good job men, did you sa-"
An explosion of metal occurred as the hooded manstepped from the rubble and pulled down the hood to his cloak.
"I've been waiting for this a long time Harris! I've been on your trail for a while, and now they are paying me to kill you!"

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Acerbitas

The ionic bomb going off was loud--very loud.

And seconds later the lights and power began to flicker in the corridor, before being replaced by the dark red signifying emergency power.

With security and non-essential systems offline in their area, Catalys only assumed it was off in the whole sector of the ship. He didn't wait to see whether he was right or wrong, and signaled his slicer over to the nearest computer. "I want a map of this place."

The agent assumed like most starships, the computer had localized data, but with real power down it wouldn't be connected to the mainframe and thus would not set off alarms pin-pointing their location board the ship.

Whilst they waited for the data to be collected, the other three soldiers along with Catalys himself set themselves in position in the case of a security response through their area.

"Set to stun," he reminds.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Azalus"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift - Inside the outpost, lower level.
Objective: Fight.
Allies: Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"] [Nearby]
Enemies: Dominion - [member="Judas Foster"] [Nearby]
Engaging: [member="Teresa Shan"]
Gear: Lightsaber | Armor

As Vaylin crept through the darkness, her eyes slowly adjusted to it. Sure it was certainly not anything close to night vision, but she had years to get use to Dxun's nights, with the thick canopies and constant storms blocking out any real light most of the time. Vaylin kept her base senses on alert, primarily her hearing. Her Force presence was kept to a minimum, not wanting to give her opponent an easy way of tracking her.

Her feet were light against the concrete, there was no dirt or fallen leaves for her boots to crunch over. Just the silent tip tap as she moved around, occasionally being more louder here and there in an attempt to confuse Teresa's attempts to locate her.

Vaylin heard the scruffle of some debris hitting the ground, she swiftly turned to face it - seeing her target just bordering along the light shining down from above. She moved in an instant, action taking lead before thought in this instance. Her hand wrapped around her hilt, ready to strike as she neared. It remained deactivated into the very last second, as she moved in towards her opponents right side. She was prepared to pursue her, not allow her to slink back into the shadows now that Vaylin had eyes on her.

The moment she was close, she activated her lightsaber and went for a strike. Unaware of the duplicity that was going on.

 

[Isaac Rennek]

Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rif​

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Vitor made the choice to visit the Hounds and so they would. Vanja did not object. He held rank over her, although such a thing was an abstract concept to her. But for the sake of Tai she would uphold it. Probably.

But lingering frustrations aside, upon further reflection she had to agree with his judgement. It was the decision that made the most sense. Considering their line of work they'd probably either be behind it or almost certainly know who were, at the very least how to find them. They might mask which category they belonged to, especially to outsiders, but she was confident she could gauge their responses and learn the truth their words sought to hide.

Tai seemed to trust this fellow, maybe she ought to do. Maybe he was dependable or something.

"Quadrant B-41 it is!" she said with way more enthusiasm than what was necessary. "Maybe you could learn a thing or two from trusting your instincts." she returned to Vitor, refusing to bow and slide backwards all 'yes master sorry master, sorrysorry master'.

"I can see why it would be a bit much for you to handle, but home-of-the-scum cantinas are my speciality." what was she saying? Was she just saying stuff for the sake of saying stuff at this point? Probably. But maybe she'd get lucky and the spymaster would scoff at her or be offended. Why she would want to offend someone like that was beyond even her.

Vitor was right to show concern for the wild Twi'lek.

| [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Vitor Avendahl"] |​

 

[Boethiah]

Chiloon Rift - Cathedral ship

The great destruction continues around them, and the wounded Cathedral brings fire back to her engines. The colossal temple heads deeper into the nebula, leaving a trail of gasses and debris which float freely like a trail of blood in the ocean. Those other vessels of the fleet had found themselves further away, and closer to the heart of the bubble...

The Candor

"We found the signal..."

A sickly grin split across the jaws of the ship's zealous commander. "Use the dark-net, insert the codes our Host Lord provided." There was no hesitation, the faithful acolyte rushed towards the rear of the bridge and accessed one of the ship's dark-net terminals, a secret and highly secured network used by the Primeval, and inserted the codes which were sent to the signal source.

All across the candor's deck each viewscreen came to life with assorted, seemingly nonsensical code. "This is it... Activate IFF protocol, give them our designations." An officer provides the new conditions... And like that the Time Foundry and her automated gifts to the Rift were summoned. Many had been destroyed, scrapped, or lost but countless more were manufactured.

With new orders these starfighters, corvettes, and frigates hum into being and begin their patrol patterns in the Rift. Hunting down anything which is not Primeval.

However, for the time being they kept the active zones out of their parameters: Knowing that not all their vessels had listed designations.

The Cathedral

Another explosion--

"Sir! Shields are at full capacity, but the redundant generator is fried. If they go down they're not coming back up."

Additional consequences of their brash action to slaughter countless starfighters. For Boethiah she kept herself inside her chamber, and with the force summoned began to search the ship for invaders. [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] and his mercenaries find little immediate resistance. In fact, the first set of corridors were eerily empty and dark. A few dead bodies of those who bled out after the first explosion.

Several blast doors were closed shut, and behind them were lifeless sectors of the ship now exposed to space from the destruction...

[member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Dune Rhur"] | [member="The Slave"]

 

[TB-705]

The Acerbitas​

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The lights died. Lightning danced in the dark. The power surge from [member="Catalys Maijora"]'s EMP hit a transformer in the ceiling and exploded. Debris rained down. A hole opened up to the second deck. In the ensuing chaos of Thengil's force lightning and the power outage, many of the Togorian corsairs took advantage of the crater in the ceiling to leap straight up with their powerful legs and prowl their way into a new deck unladen with such fierce opposition.

The screams of the dying mixed with the scent of burning flesh. Thengil wanted to stay, to finish them all, but he'd other plans.

Taking two steps backward, he too leaped up into the hole in the ceiling and followed after his warriors. They steadily made their way toward the bridge.

[member="Cedric Grayson"] | [member="Xalus"] | [member="Antherion"] | [member="Abraxas"]

 

[Shorarri]

[SIZE=11pt]Shorarri marched through the shuttle when suddenly the power went out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][They are here] Shorarri gowled quietly.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His platoon of elite five oh first noted the power outage and switched their HUD’s to night vision. Shorarri carefully walked through the halls and came at a cross in the Acerbitas’s halls. Shorarri motioned for his platoon to hold position and they took up covering vectors along the walls. Shorarri withdrew his Ryyk blade and extended it around the corridor. He spotted several figures observing a terminal in the halls through the edge of his blade. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][I have found the intruders. Set to stun. We will take them alive…] Shorarri told his squad.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Then he waved to the closest squad [Cover me!] Shorarri charged the enemy as his squad laid down suppressive fire of stun rounds. Shorarri was on the enemy within moments with a great roar he clouted one on the head with the butt of his Ryyk blade. Nothing says surrender now like a mouthful of spittle flying in your face.[/SIZE]

Intended target [member="Catalys Maijora"] and his squad

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Port Menicha​

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Chiloon Rift​

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[member="Vanja Del'Vaan"]​

[member="Vitor Avendahl"]​

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The Blood Regent.​

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Few people truly knew who she was or where she came from, but Tai knew.

There were few things you could truly hide from Akash Guul and even this little detail the Givin had found. The Twi'lek had done her best, of course, tried to cover her tracks as carefully and completely as possible, but there were always signs. In this case Guul had managed to discover a monthly payment that was bounced around several financial accounts, before arriving quite neatly on Etti IV.

An account that was set up under a false name and its main beneficiary was a small holdings company that publicly produced moist collectors, but in truth was a front for something entirely else.

Denny's Moisture Collections was in fact an underground Sith training ring.

From there Guul linked the ring to the MO of a mid-level Twi'lek Sith who had once served the old Sith Empire under Desmius, Ardik, Zambrano and finally left the Sith Order during Vulcanus' reign and subsequent dissolution of the Sith Empire. The Blood Regent was a Sith Knight, one of the few steady generals who had served in the Sith armies for many years.

But that was then... and then was now.

This information gave Tai leverage and it was this leverage he would use to turn Moridena Tolas to their cause. After all, it would be a shame if her decades long attempt to sow dissent and subterfuge would be send crumbling simply because she did not want to cooperate here.

The Star Lounge was Moridena's base of operations on Menicha.

A classy place which ran contrary to her reputation.

But more and more the Thirriken was getting the impression that while her reputation might suggest one thing, there was an entirely different scale of operation behind it and that fascinated Tai. The speeder shuttle landed neatly on the waiting platform and the doors hissed open to give way to the Sith Lord and his personnel. Out on the platform itself there was already an entourage waiting for him.

Tai inclined his beak to the scowling Nikto, who simply gestured for them all to follow.

"The Blood Regent is giving you the rarest of honors...." Almost immediately the Sith tuned the grumpy alien out and decided to simply keep his eyes open for possible treachery.

 

[NightSister]

LOCATION: Primeval-outpost-to-be
OBJECTIVE: Houston, we have a problem
ALLIES: You know who you are.
ENEMIES: [member="Judas Foster"] and friends.
MUSIC: Missile

From the corner of her eye she could see Vaylin fighting it out with the other darksider who'd come to oppose them, but she let it become the background. If she'd been less otherwise occupied she'd have tried to deduce what sort of challenge her apprentice was up against and maybe gone to help depending on her evaluation, but she was otherwise occupied and Vaylin seemed to be alright.

You're getting distracted, Aria!

Mentally chiding herself, she switched her focus rapidly back to Judas. An eyebrow lifted, the faintest trace of concern weaving its way into her expression; pyrokinesis was a costly attack, and it'd barely singed the other fighter. She wouldn't be able to keep doing that. That fancy shield, whatever exactly it was, was clearly worth its salt.

In her twenty-five odd years, Aria had fought a respectable amount of fights - she had something of a knack for thinking ahead. Did she stand any chance of winning today? Would losing involve her death? Vaylin's?

She could desert, of course - there was a station full of starships being watched by a horde of dead guards right behind her. But that would leave the outpost easily recaptured, and she refused to fail if it would cost the Primeval. She could keep going until more Primeval fighters came to establish control of the station, but how long would that take? She could easily be dead by then.

No - she would have to try and win.

Her focus was once again solely on the opposition, and she thought fast. Aria knew she stood no great chance, but she was stubborn in her insistence against ruling out the possibility of her success. If he only didn't have that shield - in an instant she was calling on the Force, another, stronger wave of telekinesis that would either tug the shield out of his grasp or bring him into closer range if it was effective. Either worked. If.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

It was strange, how quiet it could be within such a ship. Ophidia's soft boots barely made a sound against the floor under her as she made a fast-paced stride towards the core corridors. Then, as she turned a corner, a rumble and the ground beneath her shuddered. She slammed her body up against the wall to not loose her footing as the first salve struck the Cathedral.

She could feel the collective panic of those flushed into the void by the surprise onslaught. War - Had she missed it? Yes. The thrill of impending combat, the bloodshed, the hate; altogether, the chaos of war made a delicious cocktail of tension in the Force. the Pale felt it, she fed on it like a hungry, hungry parasite.

Throwing herself back onto her feet, the Rattataki broke into a light jog. Combat was ramping up a little quicker than she had been anticipating, and with it her heartbeat quickened. Despite this, her breath was quiet and her mind sharp. With more than a decade of experience, she had become accustomed to moving both quickly and silently.

She reached out into the Force with sensory tendrils, brushing the halls for signs of life. To a forceful being, wary of being watched, it would probably feel like a cold draft had just passed through. Though its origin was difficult to pin. Mostlly, she found death and closed doors.

And something.

A sense of watchfulness. She was not the only one searching these halls. The watchfulness brought a tingle to the base of her neck as she felt the alien gaze of witchcraft, like a thousand spectral, fumbling hands, searching every surface and empty pace. She was no enemy to it, but she did not give away her presence to it either. She was better utilised if concealed entirely.

Sliding along the metal walls, she put her ear to the surface and closed her ember-eyes to listen and to sense, searching for boarding parties.

[member="Boethiah"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

 

[Xalus]

Location: The Acerbitas, Irn
Allies: The Dominion - [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Foes: The Primeval - [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]
Gear: See bio.

Shrugging off two flechette blasts like it was nothing was not what Xalus expected. These things could pierce stormtrooper armor and blast vests, and tended to turn lightly armored beings into a giant pile of crimson and muscle mass. Quite messy they were, but Xalus was never the one cleaning up after such a turn of events.

Lightning.

With the reflexes born of a sentient blob of muscle and nerve endings, the gen'dai was out of the crossfire within an instant. Scathing sparks crawled up his ankles, searing the beskar against his body. It was agonizing, burning. But then the pain subsided the second something rocked the ship and the lights flickered.

Spinning around, Xalus drew the flechette pistol against. Firing at as many togorians as he possibly could, sending hails of flechettes into each and every one of them. Their feline-like cries rang out in cacophony. When they began to heave themselves upward into some hole in the bulkhead, the gen'dai was on them like white on rice. Snagging one of them by the foot, he yanked it down with a fury. A furious kick was sent into his helmet, sending the mercenary cantering backwards into the wall.

He staggered, lifting the pistol again the end the life of the creature.

That giant Cathar nearly flew past him, sending his brutish frame upwards into the crater. With a growl, Xalus slapped a fresh magazine into his weapon and made for hot pursuit.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Sarnus, Chiloon Rift
Allies: The Dominion - [member="Teresa Shan"]
Foes: The Primeval - [member="Aria Vale"], [member="Vaylin"]
Gear: See signature.
Music: Mike Will Made It

There was no reason this child had to die on this day. She quite possibly could've left, and Judas might have even let her and her fellows leave without another word.

Could he really do that?

Hell no.

She'd tried to attack him. She'd tried to take something that was rightfully his. She was trespassing on his territory. While this giant hunk of dirt was nowhere near as resplendent as the other locations the Dominion had allowed him to traipse about, this piece of kriffing dirt and gas was entirely his. Nothing less, nothing more.

Judas watched her, circling with his weapons poised to strike. The ebbing and flowing of the Force radiated from her, even more so as she extended a hand towards him. That tug of an invisible hand was unmistakable.

Judas grinned.

These things were Force Dead. Dead in the Force, unsusceptible to its abilities when acted upon through direct means. The tower shield wouldn't even move the fraction of an inch; its faint tendrils looping around it harmlessly.

"Are you afraid?" The dark jedi growled, "Is this too strong for you?" He flexed the fingers of his shield hand, amphistaffs hissing viciously.

In about two seconds, the former Sith Lord had calmly laid the shield on the ground a few feet away from himself.

He could beat her even without his shield.

 

[TB-705]

The Acerbitas​

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The corsairs bounded through the halls at a breakneck pace. One moment the section of the hall was silence, patrolled by a platoon of dominion soldiers. The next a mob of rabid Togorians came pouring through in a whirlwind of claw, fang, and sword.

Thengil strode in their midst, no mere stormtrooper he, somewhat smaller than the Togorians, but carrying himself taller than them all. He paid little heed to the blood dribbling down his front. Battlemind shut out the pain, locked it away until it could be dealt with at some future date, keeping only the anger and stoking it 'til it burned cherry hot.

Glancing behind, he spotted a foe in hot pursuit. Ri'shajirr's lips twisted in a snarl of irritation and with a gesture he ripped a Dominion soldier's footing away and brought the man into his grasp. Fingers curled tight around the warrior's neck and with a simple squeeze of the crush gaunt the spine snapped.

Holding the corpse out in front as a human shield, Thengil tossed a single bolt of lightning toward the oncoming foe.

[member="Xalus"]

 

[null3]

Admiral Harris dived out of the way of the rocket from the bounty hunter. It exploded behind him and he began firing his blaster pistol towards the agressor. The bounty hunter charged Harris as a group of storm trooper opened fire at the alien.
The trandosian bounty hunter shot a dart that exploded and killed 3 troopers, the rest opened fire and rounds flew past, one landed, hitting his shoulder.
The bounty hunter hissed and back flipped away, dropping detonatirs, the troopers dove for cover.
Harris opened fire with his pistol. He shot 3 bolts, bouncing off his armor.
The trandosian growed and charged harris, head butting him to the floor.
"Dammit! Wills, open fire!"
A trooper with a Paulding nodded and the men of the 1st opened fire. Their red stripes distinguishing them from the rest.
Harris rose as the trandosian fled and pushed and button on his wrist. A beeping began and his left hand began to glow. Harris fired at the bounty hunter and rolled close, with his left hand he made a fist as a surge of lightning can from his glove. Harris but all the force he could into his weak hand as he struck the trandosian in the face, knocking him to the floor.
"Your game is over, bounty hunter scum."
"No, yours is."
The bounty hunter laughed and tried to flip to his feet, Harris fired and stepped back.
The thud of the alien body hit the floor as blood poorer onto the floor, the barrel of harris' blaster pistol was smoking.
"Check the room, we are leaving the system to make repairs, scavenge any undamaged tech from the dropship!"
Wills nodded, "Yes sir."
Admiral Harris walked to the door and cthe door slid close and the ship jumped to hyperspace.

 

[Bartic Myth'rand]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b5X69vREAg​

"Sir! The vessel is beginning to fire on the surrounding asteroids, it's creating a debris field that may cause significant damage to our fighters."

Bartic responded "Have the X-wings use their torpedo to open up a single large channel through that mess."

It was simple physics, by causing an explosion all the debris would start to move away from that point in space due to the presence an external force, the same principle that was used to fill the sky with debris would clear it. Far underneath him the engines kicked in moving the ships to keep pace with the fleeing cathedral ship.

As they drew closer, yet to be impeded by the expanding rock cloud one of the ensigns spoke up, "Sir, we are intercepting a transmission from the ship, it appears to be highly encrypted."

"Record it and archive it, if it isn't broken by standard methods we can attempt to break later."

The day got worse, as the ships drew close, ready to scoop the vulnerable transports another mystery fleet emerged from the cloud, the remaining fighters that Bartic had kept in reserve were ordered to to engage to slow down the new aggressor until Bartic could consolidate his current forces or re-enforcement arrive. There was more bad news the transmission brought long dead ships and a massive station to life, this put Bartic off balance, the only good news was that fighters were flooding through the gap and began hammering targets. The mystery station getting hammered by ion bombs, everything else with proton torpedoes.

[member="Boethiah"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"] [member="Dune Rhur"] [member="The Slave"]

(FS)Resolute Venator-class Star Destroyer Moving to engage [member="Boethiah"]
T-65B X-wing (177) Engaging [member="Boethiah"]
BTL-S3 Y-wing (189) Engaging [member="Boethiah"]
RZ-1 A-wing (32) Engaging [member="Boethiah"]

Bravery Venator-class Star Destroyer Moving to engage [member="Boethiah"]
T-65B X-wing (182) Engaging Automated Fleet
BTL-S3 Y-wing (178) Engaging Automated Foundry
RZ-1 A-wing (35) Engaging Automated Fleet

Fearless Venator-class Star Destroyer Moving to engage [member="Boethiah"]
T-65B X-wing (86) Engaging [member="The Slave"] T-65B X-wing (93) [member="The Slave"]
BTL-S3 Y-wing (91) Engaging [member="The Slave"] BTL-S3 Y-wing (86) [member="The Slave"]
RZ-1 A-wing (34) Engaging [member="The Slave"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Krest"], [member="Causstik Rahn"],


Meanwhile, back at the fight between Krest, Causstik, and HK,


The droid was shaking his hand upside-down vigorously, trying to keep the plates of the gauntlet open,

"Come on you little skink."

HK muttered until eventually a soft clink would be heard as he dislodged the bullet previously shot at him by Krest,

"Boom, there we go- job done."

He stated triumphantly as his hand was once again free from the annoyance of a slug caught up within his hull,

"Anyway, since I just did that and no one attacked me in the mean time, I am going to chalk this up as another successful thwarting of the Sith,"

HK quipped as his fingers contorted into a finger-pistol and pointed at Krest,

"And talk to your boss about my payment."

He added, doing another finger-pistol this time to point it at Causstik, stepping backwards his jetpack would activate automatically with another burst of its propulsion systems, still pointing at his two enemies and watching them the machine would start to lift up backwards into the sky,

"See you later losers."

The droid called out in his usual disrespectful manner.

 

[Dune Rhur]

The Chilloon Rift
Allies: [member="Bartic Myth'rand"] [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]
Enemies: [member="Boethiah"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Objective: Engage this mysterious group of ships

Such convenient timing, thought the Bith dryly as he played a game of cat and mouse with the enemy's fleet. Ships out of nowhere when the hammer was about to fall. Everyone should be so lucky.

He sprinted from cover to cover as if in a ground battle. Asteroids and metal debris acting in place of tree and barricade. In between he fired off quick bursts of turbo laser into the enemy. It had some effect but mainly he was busy avoiding destruction.

Just then Director Myth'rand's fleet began to arrive. All around him they engaged the enemy craft and station. Ion bombs and torpedoes blossomed all around them. He sighed with some relief.

"Perfect timing, Director," he commented over the encrypted comm channel.