You will kneel to my Helmetus (Levantine Salvation/Dominion of Tion)

[Emerald Sage]

Emerald saw what was unfolding in the deepest Darkest space around Tion. Sasha would displeased. In addition to being a member of the greater tionese nobility Sasha also had a vacation home on the planet. That forced Emeralds hand as she was on planet directly representing Santhe’s interests. “Jenn,” she put through to the communications to [member="Jennifer Blanchard"]. “I’m going to the local air defense station, I’ll coordinate with you from there.”

Air raid sirens were sounding warning people out of the streets and into their homes where presumably they would be safer. This was a big deal for Tion who hadn’t seen any real conflict since the Sith Empire had invaded some years back. From her hotel she drove a speeder off the streets and to the space port. It was locked down but a simple utterance of her Hegemonic codes allowed her access.

She found her Santhe Challenger Sports Edition, thanks Santhe, waiting for her. Up the ramp she went and into the comfortable leather seats where she settled in for flight.

The light vessel lurched up off the ground and a simple override code allowed her access to a flight of TIE Droids from the surface which followed her out into the void of space. Thanks Santhe!

 

[Miktik]

"Bam got you! That’s what you get!" Miktik yelled as he let off a volley of fire from one of the laser cannons. One of the Helmutus-class fighters, the name he'd given to the craft designated VHF, had come too close to the little mon calamari shuttle he shared with [member="Jorus Merrill"] for his liking and received a thrashing of both verbal and laser variety. It lit up the space around them in a nice firey ball. "Jorus," Miktik started unloading the contents of a nearby chest. "We aren't going to get boarded again? Or trapped on a weird ship full of monsters right?" The answer didn't matter, Miktik would be prepared. He had the full sized blaster pistol he'd modified into a rifle for himself by sawing off the broom handle and adding on a convenient bunny sized stock. In addition a human hold out was at his side in place of a side arm. All these weapons made great bunny size alternatives to the more heavily armored human counterparts. From the chest he pulled out power packs and slug them on two bandoliers across his chest.

Another fighter approached and Miktik stopped his accessorizing to take a few pot shots in its direction with the laser. "More fighters incoming!”

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

"Captain Merrill," Aeron's voice would come cracking through the comm, a warm welcome in her voice.

"This is Commander Kreelan," she didn't menTion the Prex part, wasn't neccesary and she still felt as if Merrill outranked her. "We are happy to have you lend us a hand."

A gesture would move to the comm officer. "we are going to run strafing runs from the rear, hoping to get some of those Comm systems -- maybe get lucky and hit something critical while their attention is on that Lucrehulk"

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Miktik"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Darthka Helmetus"]

"Acknowledged, Commander." He tapped the comm panel. "Miktik! Get ready for a strafing run! Sending warhead launcher control to your station."

The Niathal had good durability and decent guns for a ship its size. It wasn't an attack craft, strictly speaking, but he'd used enough of them in that role across Companion Esk to know their capabilities. The shuttle accelerated for the back end of Imperial One, targeting what looked like a comms array. Flak fire rocked the little ship, but Jorus kept it on course. For now. Concentrated fire could still make things poof, and he had no desire to poof today.

 

[Miktik]

[member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Miktik's ears perked up at the mention of a Lucrehulk. He had heard of several ancient battles where Jedi had boarded the things to destroy them from the inside. He checked the little knife at his side and narrowed his eyes. Relief washed over him as he heard mention of a strafing run. The little knife he used to cut fruit wouldn’t have to perform more dubious tasks. Not that Miktik had ever used anything but a blaster in combat those few times. Or the one time he fired Jorus’s shotgun and was knocked on his hind parts. Still though…. better to be prepared, and after having ventured with Jorus into the belly of a horror filled ghost ship and into a warzone Miktik wanted to be prepared. It was a shame no one made bunny sized power armor. He’d have to look into that.

The shuttle turned and headed toward the lucrehulk. It was a massive monster that looked surprisingly like a bug Miktik used to eat as a child back on Kushiban, the two long hangar bays acting as the mandibles. “Communication array, nice.” Jorus expected him to fire on the array proper but Miktik could see in his mind how the array operated, his years of ad hoc mechanical engineering of the Gypsy Moth teaching him about ancient systems. “And fire!”

A missile zoomed forward out of the shuttle and landed just in front of the base of the dish. A second passed and it look like the hit did nothing but burn the hull, but then brilliant blue light sparked from below. “Power coupling,” Miktik declared triumphantly. Backups communications would be kicking in at any time, but still any victory was nice.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Emerald Sage"] @Miktik @Aeron Kreelan [member="Jorus Merrill"]


The space between the ships was bridged by beams of emerald luminescence as her ion cannons womped. The twin cannons played their dirge as DS-12-6 turned toward the new comers and entered into an attack vector. Stars like ten thousand eyes watched as she streamed through the cloud of debris that was once one of her compatriots. The brief light and silence the only eulogy a TIE pilot would ever earn as they fought on the orders of a man they had never even met. Did it seem senseless? Did it matter if she said yes at this point?

Her ship and wing man fired again as they drew near firing range and hoped that if nothing else they would sleep on a bunk tonight while the rich and entitled ate, drank and made merry. No one would know her name. No one would put her in a story as she was here. the records would have not but a pair of unrelated letters and a few numbers to show she had ever existed. Such was the life of those that fought and died for others. What one man called a patriot another called a terrorist. What one man calls a hero another calls a murderer. Can anyone really be right when they were all of them wrong?

 

[Jennifer Blanchard]

Piloting, right. Jenn was going to stay on the ground. That was where the CEOs wanted her, thats where she'd be. “You have fun up there. I hear the pilots can handle themselves, but if you think they need you...” There was the sound of a laugh in her voice as she shook her head. [member="Emerald Sage"] would do what Emerald Sage needed to do. But for Jenn? She'd be just keeping her feet on the group. Starships were for travel, not combat.

“See if you can see where the fighting is starting. I'm gathering a local detachment of the Whiteguard. We'll march and take them out.”

Really, it was what she was going to do, end the rebellion, and keep Tion clean. With the Levantines being nearby, that was fine. They could handle the space war. She was going to make sure the people here were fine.

 

[Arage Bao]

For a while there was nothing, until there was something and that something turned into a coffee bar on a random boulevard. Which really didn't have any influence on the events currently playing off, besides that the guy liked to get some coffee while working his voodoo magicks. For example, the moment the bar appeared, the moment the man in the bar appeared and the moment the man closed his eyes there was a slight shimmer. From that shimmer one could almost imagine a creeping sense of peace, tranquility and most of all contentment spreading through the area and making people less inclined to start rioting - and breaking the beautiful coffee bar that just emerged.

Ovmar liked his coffee bars, closed eyes still he took a grand sip from his latte and kept on working on his net of peace. In the grand scheme of things it was only a very little addition to the entirety of the metaphorical battlefield, but as some people liked to say... all little things counted towards a bigger goal. He was no longer involved with the Hegemony, another man had taken his position and he was content with that, but that did not mean that Jared would totally detach himself from the Galaxy. Not yet at the very least. Perhaps after a few more travels he would find himself truly boring with realspace.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

The Niathal handled...pretty well, actually. He'd flown one in combat before, but this situation was beyond the pale, as it were. The shuttle spiralled and whirled through flak storms as Miktik kept up with the guns, such as they were. Jorus made a note to keep the Niathal on his list of backup ships, if the Gypsymoth and Bullet Time ever failed him. A modded Niathal could be just the ticket. Ubiquitous, durable, flexible, fast.

Downside? He had no idea how the broader engagement was going. That was a pilot's tunnel vision, a necessary part of survival if handled right. Situational awareness was one thing, but spend too much time going for farther goals or anticipating broader trends, and you'd wind up dead in the here and now.

 

[Thessa Kai]

[member="Darthka Helmetus"]

Unfortunately but mostly fortunately, the villain dude in charge was by no means remotely attractive to the Galan. Twin driftwood-brows shot up in the air at his question. The plucky astromech droid, Sparky, booped from the x-wing.

"Feth no."

Sparky fired up the x-wing's turbolasers. Blaster was already in the Galan's hand as Sparky made the signal. She fired off a stun bolt at the dude's huge helmet. The helmet offered a pretty good target. She adjusted to his short height and fired at his chest as she back-peddled up the ladder and scrambled to make it back into the cockpit and hopefully, far,far away from here.

Let's just be honest here. The post count was pretty much finished and ain't nobody post after dominions are complete. The schwartz moment will have to wait until next time 'cause I've got your number bby.