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Mission Wrath of the Rebellion: Wistril



TAGS: Aenarr Kyrr Aenarr Kyrr
Enemies: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Moff Evner Braxiatel Moff Evner Braxiatel
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Tingel Arm Coalition


Alex, the auburn redheaded boy, sat in the cockpit of his Phantomray Stealth Assault Interceptor, his pulse quickening as his fingers danced over the control panels. The Werlaara Stealth Suite hummed quietly, its systems making him nearly invisible, and that thrill—the rush of the hunt—coursed through his veins. Alex—call sign Maverick—was no ordinary pilot. Engineered to crave combat, he was bred for the chaos of battle. This was what he lived for.

This was his first mission with Strill Securities, and the tension of it all only heightened his excitement. He had been waiting for this moment, his whole being yearning for the fight to come. His Phantomray glided silently above Wistril, cloaked in stealth, ready to strike.

He opened his comms to his handler, Aenarr Kyrr, speaking with a giddy edge to his voice. "Maverick here. In position," he began, his voice sharp with anticipation.

He flicked the ship's readings, his fingers tapping impatiently against the control panel. "Target's locked. Northern quadrant."

His excitement was building, almost uncontrollable. This wasn't just a fight—it was chaos, destruction, and the thrill of overwhelming power. His bloodlust pushed him to the edge. "It'll be one hell of a fireworks show."

Alex could almost see it—the explosions, the smoke, the enemy scrambling to respond as their precious shipyards came under attack. His grin widened even more as he tightened his grip on the controls.

"Give me the word, and I'll turn their shipyards to ash."


 
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Aenarr Kyrr

Strill Securities Tra'ibahikan Squadron Leader

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Friendly Units: Tra'ibahikan Squadron
Enemy Tag(s): Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Moff Evner Braxiatel Moff Evner Braxiatel | DE and Allies
Friendly Tag(s):
Alexandros Xanathos Alexandros Xanathos

Equipment


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Aenarr Kyrr "Tra'ibahikan 1-1"

Shields: |||||||||| (0%)
Hull: |||||||||| (100% Integrity)
Active Stealth Systems: Active.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
EWAR Suite:

Loadout:
Saviin Kote "Tra'ibahikan 1-2"

Shields: |||||||||| (0%)
Hull: |||||||||| (100% Integrity)
Active Stealth Systems: Active.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
EWAR Suite:

Loadout:
Mar Netra "Tra'ibahikan 1-3"

Shields: |||||||||| (0%)
Hull: |||||||||| (100% Integrity)
Active Stealth Systems: Active.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
EWAR Suite:

Loadout:
Rang Nihut'tyr "Tra'ibahikan 1-4"

Shields: |||||||||| (0%)
Hull: |||||||||| (100% Integrity)
Active Stealth Systems: Active.
Passive Stealth Systems: Uncompromised.
EWAR Suite:

Loadout:


Now this is what Aenarr lived for. This is what Tra'ibahikan had been formed for. Hitting targets behind enemy lines that few others had the gett'se or means to do. That osik over Coruscant was nothing, this on the other hand was a lot more like it. The objective was quite unlike any other operation they'd done in quite some time. They were here to make noise, to create havoc, to piss off the Dark Empire about as much as was possible for five stealth craft to do. In his experience, four, let alone five craft with the right ordnance could make one haran of a mess, and now they were joined by another. One thing was for sure, the Dark Empire was not going to like what happened next.

He opened his comms to his handler, Aenarr Kyrr, speaking with a giddy edge to his voice. "Maverick here. In position," he began, his voice sharp with anticipation.

Hostile signatures immediately began populating the targeting display. He felt that all too familiar feeling of adrenaline entering into his bloodstream as the link between the fighter's systems and his brain told his brain to be ready for a fight and his cybernetically enhanced body responded in kind. "Acknowledged, Maverick," he intoned. "Remember, we're here to buy time, so let's do just that and go home in one piece. No heroics," he reminded over their shared comms. He kept the conversation in basic for their new inductee's benefit, and the reminder about no heroics was for his benefit as well. There was no word in Mando'a for hero, he didn't need to tell them twice.

"Give me the word, and I'll turn their base to ash."

"I like this, ad'ika," chuckled Rang over the squadron comms. Rang would, Aenarr was picking up on his eagerness to start things to rang. In that way, he was just like Rang. Which was absolutely shabla fantastic, that was exactly what he needed, two Rangs. If he was even havlf as good a pilot as Rang was, then they'd be fine, and he was getting the feeling that was probably more skilled than he was letting on.

"On your order, lead," came Saviin's voice over the comms, subtly reminding them all that they had a job to do. The firing solutions for a pair of Tra'ragir-I from each fighter targeting the largest defensive station that the Dark Empire had in-system showed as overlaid lines on his monitor as well as on his buy'ce's HUD.

"Void Stalker lead to Maverick, prepare to engage on my mark," he said as he blink clicked his way through the targeting interface and locked his own missiles onto target. If they timed their missile launch right, their missiles would severely damage or knock out the station's shields and Alexandros' would either finish off the shields or act as the opening strike against the station.


 

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