You'll Sleep When I Say So [First Order Invasion of Outer Rim Coalition [Hex K-53] Skor II]

The Major · Aug 13, 2018

“!GASP!”

A bright, happy, infernal world of raging fire greeted the Director in a wave of fury, all encompassing but serving the necessary function of rousing her from the risk of eternal slumber. Her toes crunched in her boots as did her fingers as the pain roiled up and down her frame. Eventually the flare subsidized and the equally unsettling numbness tingled its way up and down Shepard’s left side. This wasn’t the worst of it: disoriented while realizing that she was pinned in a tomb of rubble sent the usually composed Major in a panic as her senses further confused the nature of her reality.

Most uncharastically, she whimpered as the oppression of her helplessness threatened to begin an epitaph right then and there.

This encroaching darkness was interrupted when Sybil sampled the sounds from the wounded. She heard the screams of agony coming from the gaps in the rubble, moans and gurgles of the damned who had also been crushed under the explosion and deck collapse. Terrible was the dread within those baleful cries derived from longing: for family, for lovers, and most grisly of all was the wail of some poor, ruined soul asking for their father until the distinct horror of pinpointing the exact moment the soldier's throat filled with blood treated the Director to a cascading, heart-breaking song of choking pleas that became ever weaker. To join in on the medley of the dying could not be the meddlesome Major’s fate. There were people to confess things upon, and graves of old friends to tend.

With a deep breath she concentrated, pushing out the panic and focusing on escape. First, determine which way was up. Sybil spat, thankful there wasn't too much iron as a taste in her mouth. Saliva clung to the rock for a second, and then dribbled back unto her chin. Unseemingly, to be sure, but irrelevant when survival was what mattered. Now sure that she was laying on her back, the Fallanassi got to work with her right arm, gripping at edges of steel and rock and feeling out the bits that could be cleared or moved aside.

“I'm not a casualty! I'm not a statistic!” She repeated, louder and louder as new and larger gaps let in more air. Eventually voices could be made out above, each having the characteristic warble of a trooper speaking through his helmet comm. As the weight of the rubble pressed less Sybil could swear she made out the voice of Natasi somewhere above. Could she have come? Was the battle won? How long was she unconscious for?

The voices intensified until lights from above pieced the improvised coffin. Between a space the Major slid her right hand out, for the recovery platoon it appeared like a white gloved fist covered in ash and blood. One of them grabbed, held, and squeezed, asking for the person beneath to remain still. She complied. A few moments later the repurposed shock troopers pulled out the battered Director and moved her away from the rubble. She yelped as one of them tried to lay her flat on the deck. The trooper explained the extent of her injuries.

::Your left arm is broken, Ma’am. We’ll get you to a medi— No! DON—::

With a audible crack Sybil yanked her left arm, which had snapped backwards at the elbow during the demolition and collapse of the deck, back to its proper position.

“GWAAUHHHH…. mmmmm. Hah hah. Shet. Heh. Oohhh. Motherfething whale karking… oooof. You! Hah. Hah. You h-have a sling?”

::No, Ma’am. The medic is co—::

“You! Cut off my shirt.” The Major couldn't accomplish this it with one arm busted and the straps of the flamethrower still secure upon across her chest.

::Our orders are to take you to—::

“Hades’ Bell to your orders, Idiot. Cut it off or give me the fething knife! Hah. Hah.” He complied, shrugging as he took the infantry knife and sliced off the buttons of her bloody blouse and cut parts of the sleeve to wrench it off the woman. Left with the straps of the heavy weapon and an armorweave bodyglove that resembled a sports bra, the troopers noticed she was cut and bleeding from multiple lacerations. One of the men balked at the sight.

“Something to say, Moron? Move and help the others! You, Trooper, tie the shirt into a sling and put it on my neck.” He did so as the rest of platoon slowly returned to digging out other allies in the wreck. “Good. That's it. Over the neck. Good.” Growling in the wake of continuous pain, the Major pulled her broken left arm into the improvised sling before motioning again to her rescuer. “Adrenal stimulates. Morphine. You have any?” He nodded in response, cut off before he can begin a reply. “Give me one each.” Again he complied, having suffered from so-called larger than life officers who always acted so insufferably when wounded more than once. He was treated to watching his charge use her teeth to pull off of the caps of each stick of medicine before injecting one needle into her broken arm with a flinch, and then shoving the other into her thigh. Swimming higher than before in the push and pull of chemicals, Sybil stood up slanting to one side without realizing. “Where’s the Grand Moff, and what of the intruders?” Explaining the situation apparently was too long a distraction for the irate Director, and at hearing the point about a single intruder still at large was more than enough reason for her to march off, or the closest thing to a march a bruised leg allowed. “Relay that I’m fine and moving to neutralize the remaining intruder, and get those other people out! Go! Move!” And she was away from the scene of close escape.

While mantling over other debris and obstacles the Major realized the voice of Lady Fortan was coming from a holoprojector that must’ve fallen from one of the state rooms. It projected the woman working through a speech given about a year ago on Dosuun, Natasi’s powerful features still rendered in high definition despite the damage to the device which caused the recording to sputter and skip. The words of encouragement marred with a large red banner of the First Order which came fluttering down unto the ruined deck, ends lit on fire.

She pushed on, ignoring the craving of her body which begged to quit for rest. Something outside of her -a malevolent beam of energy played havoc on her thoughts- kept the woman revolving back to thoughts of the person she cared about deeply, kept her fixated on having to see them again and tell all the strange sights of today, and for some reason she wouldn’t regard the person so poorly out of respect, but she couldn’t help but fantasize about them in totality, like they would be a gift to be unwrapped upon her return.

Stranger things would still be seen. As the Fallanassi turned a corner she spotted a fireteam of troopers yelling at… something shimmering in front of their position. They appeared to be transparent and unarmed, so the stormtroopers yelled for the apparitions to lay down, but they collectively kept standing still and watching.

Sybil had no time for such nonsense today and it didn’t register on her IFF reader.

No tag; no reply; not friendly.

So she pushed past the trio of troopers who nervously asked her to wait a second. Grasping the weapon in one hand, the Major whipped out the launcher part of the flamethrower and doused the things with a jet of purifying fire. Once the quick jet of flame subsided there was nothing. No material but the gas eating away at metal which were smothered by automatic flame retardants built into the bulkhead.

Prey slaughtered. Ghost busted.

“They are phantoms of nothing: a lie casted within the Force. Nothing lives which has died. Spread the word across the channels, men, and follow me.” With that trio joined the Major, reporting the instance to the their superiors as best they could, jogging to keep pace with the woman who started to squeeze the fist of her broken arm, using the pain to call upon an energy that she did not like to use in front of anyone. However, Supreme Leader would not tolerate his pocket Fallanassi failing to protect the fleet from illusions, thus she had to serve.

The powers hidden with the realm of the White Current were vast, and not to be trifled with lightly, but when those who dared to make a mockery of the dead reared their disgusting heads with parlor tricks, righteousness would always find away to set things to a balance.

Mittens · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Space: Orbiting Skorr Two, Surrounded by Space Junk
Allies: ORC ([member="Dano Dil"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Jada Raxis"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Griet van Vliet"])
Enemies: First Order ([member="Karl Von Strauss"], [member=Robogeber], [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="The Major"], [member="Kou'ha Escala"], [member=Morro], [member="Cynthia Alucard"], [member="Gromm Cardan"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"])
Objective: "We built this city."

Alerts chimed throughout the flagship as weapons fire from dreadnoughts in both of the newly arrived fleets skipped past the Coalition forces in orbit and began crashing down upon the planet almost immediately after the shields had switched from protecting the planet to protecting assets in space. Seconds later, the shields protecting the Summa-Verminoth sputtered and failed as the generator complex itself took fire. Staring at the holodisplay, Grand Admiral Mittens stood with his diminutive jaw slightly agape. "But how?" He uttered as he watched the First Order dreadnoughts continue to bombard the planet from their current positions, not bothering to move past the Coalition forces to take up the standard low-orbit positions from which precision bombardments were typically performed and, clearly, not taking additional time to aim their weapons at the corvette and frigate sized structures that dotted the planet and sat beneath a layer of atmospheric interference.

"You son of a Gungan!" Admiral Squibbikans yelled, before physically striking the much smaller Admiral with the back of his hand. "All ships, adjust fire and screen those shots!"

Admiral Mittens reeled from the blow, staggering heavily before correcting himself and staring once more at the holodisplay. "But how?" He repeated, in shock that his calculations had been so wildly inaccurate. "We had an operational window of several minutes! All we had to do was reactivate the shields before the First Order could get ships into a geosynchronous orbit! There's no way to get accurate targeting solutions that quickly, from those ranges!" He proclaimed, vaguely aware of the radical shifting of the Squib fleet and the fresh bombardment of debris being hurled into the void. This time, not directly upon the ships of the First Order, but at a point that crossed the sky above Metrobig City and would cause the hailstorm of solid debris to intersect the line of fire of the imperial dreadnoughts.

"They don't need accuracy when they don't care about Squib lives." Admiral Squibbikans said with a cold disgust that was not exclusively directed at Mittens. "You throw enough chit down-range, you'll hit the target eventually."

"But... at those ranges..." Mittens stammered, staring at the holodisplay in disbelief. "With even the slightest variables... even just a 0.5 degree error can cause a shot to scatter by a factor of kilometers..." He continued, rambling aloud as his mind worked through the problem. The poor creature's heart sank into a pit as reality finally dawned on him. "For every hit upon the structure... by the force, there'd be hundreds of shots raining down throughout the entire city!"

"No chit." Admiral Squibbikans proclaimed flatly. "That's why we had the stinking shield, and that's why we have to stop this!" He added before shouting at his crew. "Increase rate of fire!"

"But..." Mittens protested weakly as he watched the dotted lines indicating a wall of garbage and space debris and the weapons fire of the Imperial Dreadnoughts intersect. "All indications were that the First Order was attempting a diplomatic victory, how can this possibly work in their favor?"

"Imperial Diplomacy has always been at the barrel of a gun, Admiral." The Squibbian Leader said in somber tones. "You should know this by now."

"Yes, but... This makes no sense." Mittens said as he tried very hard not to imagine the destruction that had just taken place throughout the city.

"Madmen rarely do..." Admiral Squibbikans said.

In the dark of space, while the two small Admirals discussed the fate of the Squib and took actions to prevent as much loss of life as possible, the battle continued to play out. The four large creatures with lobotomized brains and cybernetic replacements took fire from imperial warships. The shields of the biological ships shone brightly as they struggled to withstand the barrage. Along the flanks of the creatures, the same electrical generators that had woken the Kracken once again sparked with activity, wild arcs of dangerous light flicking through space from the backs of each Whale as a charge was built. At the peak of this charge, as the shields of the whales continued to take a barrage of fire and edged closer and closer to the point of failure, each whale-ship was momentarily blinded from view as a pulse of brilliant white light erupted from each creature and spread outward. Four brilliant spheres of electromagnetic light and ionized plasma spread outward among the heart of the Imperial Fleet, each spreading to envelop the whole of the fleet before finally dissipating and fading into the background radiation of space.

Their energy depleted and their cybernetics fried, each of the four whales drifted helplessly and lifelessly through the void. Were they to collide with imperial ships before drifting out from the rear of the imperial formation was entirely a matter of chance. The energy pule, while unlikely to have done much to the larger, heavily cap-drained warships, could have overwhelmed the protective measures of the smaller to medium sized ships. Likewise, while the pulse was unlikely to fully disable any larger ships, the effects of such a pulse on the outer sensors and sensitive external components could have caused lasting disruptions to the operational effectiveness of such components. And, should any of the smaller ships or fighters be disabled by the pulse, who knows which direction their drifting hulls would roam.

And for the barrage of debris itself that had been previously hurled at the First Order, while massed weapons fire would likely have destroyed and dispersed much of the more threatening chunks of wreckage, a number of surprised had been mixed in with the ordnance. As the debris scattered and spread, small chunks whizzing about around the imperial ships, mixed in with this debris would be large swarms of Scree, released from their containment fields by the destruction of the scrap heaps that had previously been both their cage and the ordnance of the Squib Navy. Now free from their capture and with numerous large ships ahead of them, the swarms of metal-eating space-bugs would converge upon the closest imperial warships. Ships that, hopefully, had just been disabled or were suffering temporary sensor damage due to the four large energy pulses that had gone off mere moments before.

Aboard the Reduce, Reuse, Exterminate, flagship of the Squib Navy, Admiral Mittens stared somberly at the display. The wall of debris they hurled in the path of the imperial barrage was unlikely to stop the entirety of the assault, let alone the initial brunt of it. Here and there, shots would make it through the steady stream of metal that rocketed through the void. Turbolaser and Megamazer fire would impact the debris, detonate, and shatter the ordnance to dust and shrapnel. And that dust and shrapnel would continue to cause detonations of energy weapons as they those bolts of heated particles struck the solid debris and suffered containment field failure. It was simple, it was what was available, and it was only partially effective. As scattered shots continued to strike the city, Mittens' heart sank deeper into the pit that was his chest. At the edge of the display, a dot appeared. This dot was followed by another and then another. The Grand Admiral's eye was drawn to this paradoxical anomaly, disheartened spirit unable to perceive the dot as any more than a graphical glitch. But as more dots continued to appear along the curvature of the holographic planet, Mittens finally had to ask. "What's that?"

Admiral Squibbikans, his own somber mood keeping him silent, left the side of a young weapons control officer and approached the small feline commander. "What's what?" He asked as he too stared at the display. "That." Mittens said, nodding towards the edges of the planet. "What's that distortion?"

Admiral Squibbikans stroked his chin as he assessed the display, his own confusion evident upon his continuance as he took in the sight of it. After a moment, the a light shone in Admiral Squibbikans' eyes once more and a smile played upon his features. "That's the cavalry." Squibbikans said at last, a bit of hope in his voice. "Or, more specifically... those are privateers." He said as he pointed at the display with his thumb. "But what are they?" Admiral Mittens asked, confusion evident upon his face and his voice. To this, Admiral Squibbikans simply smiled broader. "Admiral Mittens, my people. All of my people. Our entire planet. Devotes ourselves to the salvaging, recycling, repairing, refurbishing, and manufacturing of light freighters and other such sell-able craft." The blue commander stated. "So that's..." The orange commander began, letting his words hang empty in the air as his heart slowly returned to its rightful place in his chest and an ounce of hope returned to the feline.

"That." Admiral Squibbikans said, deeming the unfinished sentence of his cohort worth finishing. "Is the common people of my planet refusing to tolerate the First Order murdering them from orbit for a second time."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QE2wUeTxwYs

(PS: <3 Sieger for inspiring the locals to fight)

Fancy Fleet (29,000m)

Kracken Command (11,000m) >>>
~~1x Summa-Verminoth - 5km Body, tentacles 5x that length~~ > Roadkill?
4x Whale-Ships - 1km Each, Energy Pulse emitted, disabled, drifting (very fast still)
2x Oswaft - 1km Each, following Whale-Ships. Still prepped to do a thing.

Squib Reclamation Fleet, Glorious Navy of the Squib Polyanarchy and valiant defenders of Skor Two (18,000m) >>> Hurling garbage to intercept and block weapons fire from Imperial Dreadnoughts upon planet, Starfighters screening against Imperial Starfighters that approach Squib Fleet.
1x Leviathan Factory Ship/Carrier - 5km
3x Cal-class Battleship - 3km Each
80x Needle Ship - 50m Each
Swarm of Needle Fighters - 2.5m Each (still pouring out of the Leviathan) (engaging starfighters or escorts where appropriate)

Cathul Thuku · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Escape pod
Objective: Engage the First Order in orbit; keep the FO off the Squibs
Allies: [member="Silara Varis"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Mazik Stazi"] [member="Mittens"] [member="Boda"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: [member="Karl Von Strauss"] [member="Cynthia Alucard"] [member="Morro"] [member="The Private"] [member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Directly engaging: [member="Kou'ha Escala"] [member="Robogeber"]

Whatever casualties could be inflicted on the First Order by the Excubitor's ERA-aided explosion was of little comfort to the crews of the surviving ships that kept fighting: their numbers were steadily dwindling. Therapy Command was only a shadow of what it was at the beginning of the battle, if that, thanks to heavy casualties being taken. Making the enemy bleed to keep it off the Squibs was one thing, but they themselves bled, too. There were thus tens of thousands of dead crewmembers after the fact. Because of that, she dreaded the mountains of after-action paperwork that awaited Therapy Command - if there even was going to be a Therapy Command left as a functional battle fleet after this. And yet, any hope for those who made it to escape pods came under the form of U-Wings redeployed by [member="Mazik Stazi"]. Luckily, a few of those U-Wings did, in fact, pick up the distress call, however garbled, she thought, while trying real hard to avoid crying and making the remaining occupants any more uncomfortable than they already are. Meanwhile, some of the escape pods were hit by shrapnel projected by the destruction of the Morrigan. And her very own escape pod came very close to being hit by that very shrapnel. But with the Alliance Core Fleet turning on the new kids on the enemy block, the Invictus, Therapy Command was more or less on its own to hold down the enemy fleets arrayed against them. Heavily outgunned ship-to-ship, most of Therapy Command's remaining hopes for inflicting additional damage lied on having the fighters perform bombing runs. The remaining ships were not standing much of a chance against the enemy battlecruisers, and hence there being little point in them picking up the pods: the people onboard the pods would have better chance of surviving if they make it to the ground. Then again, she knew that every single of these escape pods were well over capacity by now, so the U-Wing picking up hers came not one moment too soon. Especially since the occupants were on the verge of suffocating when the pod was collected.

"Not one moment too soon" she sighed in relief, and catching breath as soon as she got out of the pod.

"You were very lucky, admiral"

"You're right that I was lucky; there were not enough escape pods to save everyone. I hope those who died, well, didn't die in vain" Cathul answered, before retreating to the lavatory.

Lucky they were to make it out alive they were indeed, even if they were a dozen onboard the pod. All twelve were catching their respective breaths when they finally were onboard an U-Wing, and they would no longer be tightly packed either. Now that Cathul had the room to cry in the lavatory, she could actually do so freely in the sink, and it was there that she could let loose any emotions that she was unable to feel while inside the pod because she was suffocating inside an escape pod along with other CIC personnel. Plus properly catch her breath, too. Yet, most of the remaining escape pods that the U-Wings couldn't pick up, or that the surviving ships couldn't pick up, would be falling in a region where cocoa was being cultivated. Far away from any First Order presence on the surface. Similar scenes would be played out on every U-Wing, where surviving crewmembers that needed to have emotional relief would try to obtain it by any means they could, most of them admittedly crude, such as crying in a toilet or sink. But that nova that cropped up where the Excubitor finally detonated may well be a sign that there could still be some hope for those that survived. A hope that the casualties would become heavy enough to the First Order in orbit to start reconsidering the entire enterprise. All that she could hope for at this point is that Therapy Command could cause the enemy to bleed, and bleed hard.

With the Core Fleet turning around to engage the Invictus and its group, Therapy Command was still determined to make that one last volley count, especially with the purrgil ghosts that began floating around them. The surviving Skors concentrating their fire at the Kali's reactor dome, and the remaining enemy escorts would be in the other corvettes and frigates' remaining crosshairs, generally firing at what's closest to them. In the meantime, the crew onboard those ships started making bets on whether they would actually survive this battle. At the same time, the bomber crews would simultaneously be back to their hangars for rearming, and the remaining interdictor carriers were down a significant chunk of their ordnance. Plus the destruction of the Morrigan and also of the Jambiya on the ORC's side forced the carrier crews to re-adjust the gravity wells, while keeping one on the Kali and another one on the Wrath: there was another one on the Concordia and the final one on the Invictus. Which would force the enemy to have to take into account the debris from the Svalinn and the Morrigan; debris from these two ships, and to a lesser extent debris previously torn off from the Pellaeon and the Devastator, would be on a threatening course towards the Invictus and the Wrath, along with their respective escorts. Especially since the Concordia and its escorts were trying to seek refuge near the Wrath.

And, in that late stage of the battle, the bombers were hurling their inertia-guided ordnance payloads from underneath their targets, split in four equal parts and hence four separate directions, dropping heavy proton bombs towards the gravity well placed among the enemy. But fighters knew that their bomber brethren needed their support. There were a few stray fighters that tried to slip in-between the bow trusses to crash with the strength of a full-power bomblet against the forward fuel tank of either Resurgent. As such, they were engaged in a suicidal bombing mission whereby they shunted all available power to the bomblet generator. However, the majority of them were focused on dropping bomblets in holes already present on the Concordia, Kali or Evalach, or at exposed parts of any ship they can drop a bomblet on. That held true, regardless of whether that is an engine, a weapons hardpoint or a hangar for the ships large enough to have one. That, even though in the case of the escorts, the blast of the bomblet is often much greater than the target itself. One last attack run, hampered much less than before, because there were much less fighters left, too. With their backs against the proverbial wall, these pilots were motivated only by bleeding the enemy as much as was practicable, shooting down fighters, or dropping bomblets on key areas of their targets.

Kept the gravity wells centered on the reactor domes of FO ships (1x on the Kali, 1x on the Invictus, 1x on the Concordia and 1x on the Wrath)
Opened fire at the enemy escorts from underneath it
Had the Skors fire at the Kali's reactor dome from long range
Deployed all fighter squadrons in attack runs onto the Kali, Concordia and Evalach; some of the fighters are crashing, with fully-charged bomblet generators, onto enemy escorts or even capital ships
Had all bomber squadrons drop the inertia-guided payload on approach vectors to the Kali, Invictus, Wrath and Concordia

Tiland Kortun · Aug 13, 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uobz85TUjrY

Location: Walls of the Shield Generator

Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Julius Sedaire"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Mishka Larraq"]

Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Rexus Wenck"] [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

Objective: Guard the city

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They had received his message and one by one, they were replying to the message. Their power merged with his and short, direct messages through the Force. As these strands of Light and of power flowed into him, he wove the into a great net, weaving his strand of the Force from himself, from his allies, and from the cosmic Force that he saw around him. As he did so, the barrier continue to grow and spread in strength, rippling across the area of the palace and shield generator before spreading out further over the city.

The first barrage had gotten through and he still felt its tremors and shockwaves spread across the city. Just as he had forseen, clouds of debris and dust were hurtled skywards through the streets and began to cloud out what was happening above them. One blast even hit the shield generator and he nearly lost balance, but he clung to the Force, and remained within its embrace. Now it was not just the system that he saw in the Force, but the entire galaxy. Light and Dark together whirled together in a mad display, yet Tiland was at peace, as he sat there meditating. Shouts arose from below as the guards hurried to take cover and repair what damage that they could manage.

Reinforcements had arrived in ways that he did not expect. All those who had died in the last assaults on the world returned from the Netherworld, voices echoing madly over the sound of gunfire. They too refused to allow what was happening to happen again. And they formed with the barrier, absorbing more of the masers and lasers themselves, their spectral forms detonating the energy weapons above the city. Flames and thunder echoed above the cityscape. Still more and more of the Jedi poured into the barrier and it solidified, reaching now towards the ground on closest side of the palace, while the rest moved across the city.

Yet even as it spread, turbolasers and missiles slammed into the city, crashing into buildings, and piles of salvage. It was like a dance in the Force. Tiland saw how it had happened. Too far and too quick had been the bombardment and at such distances, not even the most advanced targeting computers could keep up with a planetary rotation. Yet above, still more debris was thrown into the path of the bombardment, and the barrier continued to spread, slowly advancing to seal off the city from what was coming. He sensed their approach- the massive cannons hurtling towards them.

Then someone began trying to weaken the barrier with darkness through the Force, amplified, he could sense by Sieger Ren. Tiland took another deep breath and his hands were white-knuckled as he clutched his staff, channeling the Force through its wood. As Kyrel tried to snuff him out, Tiland released a burst of the Light directly into the man's mind. Light that burned through the waves, but it was pulling from the barrier, and allowing more shots to fall and hit the city and the palace. Yet Tiland was as strong in the Light as Sieger was in the Dark and he was able to hold them back, but then in an instant, the power of the attack dropped dramatically. For in the Force, Tiland saw the kraken hammer into the First Order flagship. The Dark Side's meditation was broken and Kyrel was on his own in his assault.

But that was not enough to counter the many Jedi masters fueling this barrier. Even as the final massive assault came hurtling down from the sky, Tiland wrapped his mind in the Light and concentrated. Already strain was beginning to build in his arms and legs with the massive amount of energy that he was channeling. He took one last breath and closed his eyes.
His mind was slipping, drifting away from his body, pulled outwards by the Force as it opened itself to him and he to it. Only the grain of the wood biting into his hands kept him grounded in the present. Whether the barrier would survive the next blast, he would see, but even if they blunted the assault, that would be enough.

Heavy found himself once again in his own mind and fully aware of what was happening. It was a disaster. Their carefully laid plans had been thrown in array by these Sith magicks, but even as their assault had begun to carve chunks in the enemy numbers, they changed their game again. Gases again. The First Order loved to use their chemical weapons.

He clutched the disruptor in both hands as he stared down the street towards the leader stood. He wielded a lightsaber and had been cutting into Alliance forces. Yet even as it seemed the First Order might overwhelm the defenses, Alliance soldiers began to drop from U-wings that buzzed the cityscape, doing their best weave in and out of the sporadic barrage. And the gunships buzzed through the city too, targeting the walkers and clusters of stormtroopers with their heavy weapon and repeating blaster cannons that zipped through the air into enemy formations.

Something glowed above them and Heavy hurled himself to the ground as a cluster of turbolaser bolts hammered into the ground where the last few survivors of his cell had been engaged, practically in melee range, with the stormtroopers around the man with the lightsaber. The impact sent tremors through the street and the building beneath him began to shake and rumble. The Squib made a run for the stairway, but wasn't fast enough, as the roof began to collapse beneath him. He made a lunge for the balustrade, but only just grasped it. He hung for a moment as the roof gave way beneath him, and then he too fell into the depths of the building.

Yet even as he fell, he gaped in shock as he saw a massive hedge where the shields and palace had once been, and the ghosts of his comrades rose to the air, protecting the city with their own phantasmagorical forms. Then all went dark.

Vorhi was in trouble. That he could sense and with a brush of mind, he suggested to the medics below that they should go retrieve him. But that was all that he could afford at the moment, for he was bracing the Force barrier with every last reserve of his strength to try and save the planet from a cataclysm that would dwarf the earlier catastrophes that had been committed against the people of this world.

Sweat stuck out from his brow and slicked down Tiland's hair. The staff begin to grind away at his hands, rubbing the skin raw, and he felt himself weakening. When the last blow fell, he would have to drop the barrier, if he wished to remain in the physical world.

Of course, he could become one with the Force. That would be easy. All he had to do was surrender himself and he would vanish like the ghosts did as they were hit by the lasers. But, he sensed that his time was not yet come, and so he could not fully commit. Not yet. That was coming in the sooner future than many realized. This too, Tiland saw, and he was not concerned. Death came to all things and he would become one with the Unifying Force.

But that day yet lay beyond the horizon and this was where his focus belonged.

Tiland Kortun · Aug 13, 2018

Double Post Bug Confimed

Thaddeus Wyse · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Metrobig City
Objective: Answers Fight.
Allies: TSE|FO [member="Alkor Centaris"] (maybe)
Enemies: ORC. Anyone standing in his way | [member="Yula Perl"] (Now) | [member="Zef Halo"]

It was a good thing Elian wasn't trusting the Mandalorian to do his job.

Too chummy by half with those protecting this world.

Zef Halo was all fists and momentum-powered strength, launching himself at the stormtrooper right as he whirred around. Even with his natural suspicion Eli was almost too late, catching the old smuggler barely as his fist landed at the soft spot where helmet visor had shattered just a few moments ago. The first punch caused the embedded glass shards to pierce deeper into the skin. The pain laced through his neck, eyes seeing blood as he elbowed Halo back.

Then before Zef could continue his assault his grav-gauntlet neatly moved to touch his chest.

Boom.

A micro-repulse would cause him to be launched away if it hit and allowing Elian to focus back on... her. Head turning, eye red from the blood seeping from broken brow. "Met before?" Her words caused him to halt his stride towards her.

Elian blinked.

A moment of clarity.

Everything froze. Crystallized sharpness as every piece suddenly fit together in a puzzle that had taken so long to gather up. The lines, the eyes, even the light shade of her skin, her voice. "...J-joza?" Keyes murmured hushed as he tried to focus on that name. Why did it bring so much pain to him? Even saying it Elian felt a profound wrongness at it. Too young... far too young. This wasn't Joza (pain, who is Joza?), but there was a connection there. Something that was just at the edge of his fingers.

But he couldn't grasp at it.

"Who are you?!" Elian demanded and the demand was like that of a wounded animal.

Strung tight and about to lash out in pain.

Yula Perl · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Metrobig City Flea Market
Objective: Worst family reunion ever
Allies: ORC | AiE | Grandpa [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Cenric Marus"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Elian Keyes"] [Engaging] | [member="Alkor Centaris"]

“Gramps!” Yula’s body moved on instinct, reaching for Zef the instant he was repulsed away from the soldier. She’d seen her grandfather annoyed and gruff before, but never so viscerally angry. Her knee buckled as she put weight on it, leaving her to wince and sink down further, one hand still latched onto the table.

She didn’t know what to make of this situation, and as much as she hoped there’d be a connection she suddenly wished that she’d been wrong. Things would be so much easier if her memory was faulty, images and recollections fuzzy from the blows to her head. Maybe then her hand with the hydrospanner wouldn’t be shaking in hesitation. Maybe this man wasn’t who she thought he could be, maybe he was just angry or disturbed or…

Her mother’s name.

An exhale left her, rib cage shuddering. Green eyes widened reflecting familiarity and an excited fear. Joza. He’d said Joza—her mother’s name. A well known name in certain circles. Maybe he was a frequenter of entertainment districts during his off time? Instantly she tried to come up with a thousand reasons as to why he’d called her by her mother’s name. Suddenly she was afraid of where this might lead.

“Not Joza,” She grunted, hissing as pain flared through her chest as she hoisted herself up to a better position leaning on the table, weight resting on her right leg. “I’m her daughter. Yula.” Did that mean anything to him? Had he been a friend of her mother? Enemy? Lover? Something about his eyes, his gait, his demeanor was reminiscent of her past. In the back of her consciousness lurked a grainy memory of her as a young child on a beach. Too young to swim by herself, startled by the waves and the strange sensation of the sand between her toes. Her tiny pink hand had been grasped by that of a faded figure and all that was left of the memory were wisps of warmth and security.

Yula’s teeth grit, mind at war with the inevitable question; do I really want to know? It could change everything or absolutely nothing.

Gambling was in her blood, after all.

Joza Perl · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Metrobig City Refugee Camp
Objective: Help reinforce [member="Tiland Kortun"] and protect the camp from a perceived attack
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Orvo Lekarz"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Leah Kaban"]

The agent’s spunky attitude, had they not currently been at war with eachother, would have been appreciated. At least she didn’t wilt at the first sign of danger or worse, detonate some hidden explosive implant. Oddly enough her first instinct was to send the young lady to her room for using that type of language—raising teenagers will do that to you.

“Have it your way.” She shrugged. While the Zeltron had no intent to harm the agent unless she made herself a threat, the FOSB operative didn’t know that. What happened to her depended on which power was victorious over Skor II.

Her face fell, eyes wide as her attention shot off into the distance. Something-many things—were happening all at once. Arcanus seemed to feel it too based on his reaction, kindly features turning grave. The shield had come down, imperial ships moving into position shortly before releasing a barrage of firepower onto the planet. A silent plea for help touched her mind, undoubtedly the work of a Jedi but she didn’t not recognize who nor did she try to read into anything further. Though the First Order ships were taking aim at the palace, there were simply too many for her to make an accurate assessment on what would hit where.

All she did was react.

“Everybody inside!” Her voice rang across the camp as medics, nurses and aides alike hurried to scramble everyone underneath whatever shelter they could afford. Children were crying, some were simply silent with fear but their comfort couldn’t be dealt with right now—not when their very lives were on the line. Sunstrider was already moving, ushering their captive beneath one of the tents. Joza’s attention was still focused in the distance, trying to discern what exactly was going on. She tried to radio Coren or Julius at the palace area but only received replies of static or dead air.

The agent made them an offer. Joza heard her, but she didn’t look at her. Much as Leah’s mission was not here, Joza’s was reminded of her top priority here.

“It’s your call.” She gave Arcanus a quick glance before eyeing the perimeter of the camp, the AiE soldiers who’d tumbled out of the U-wing fanning out. “Remember our goal, Sunstrider. Protect everyone here at all costs.” The Zeltron gave him a half-smile, weary and weirdly out of place. She seemed to pause, head lowering a bit before rising gently to meet blue eyes. “I’ve got two kids. Alan and Yula. If something happens to me, check in on them alright? They’re mostly grown but I want them to know that their mama loves them.”

Snarky and confident beforehand, she didn’t really care if the softer side of her was exposed in front of the enemy. Her children were no secret. Wouldn’t any mother want her children to know that she loved them, in this life and beyond?

Striding out from under the tent, Joza paced a few meters in front of the camp structures. Her eyes began to sting, clearly from the dust and dirt that had been kicked up by the commotion at the camp. No, not from the thought of her children and being lost to them—or worse, losing one of them. So much of her family was here today, laying down their lives in defense of Skor in the face of an imperial power who’d proven their grit in battle time and time again.

Steeling herself, Joza took a wide stance and inhaled deeply. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt the Force flow around her, though her, in her. It was a sensation that she’d been well acquainted with, throughout her Padawanship with the Silver Jedi, into her Knight days and now. Protective measures with the Force were something she’d grown to master in, even teaching classes at the Sanctum. Hands placed out in front of her with palms facing the direction of the palace, a bubble of Force grew from her core outwards. It would expand and expand again, seeking to cover the entirety of the refugee camp if she could and feed into the barrier that was currently settling over the city. It was a tremendous strain on her body and she’d likely pay the toll later if an orbital something or other didn’t kill her first, but this was the way it had to be.

Concentration etched deeply into her features making her appear almost angry, yet strangely at peace. This wasn’t just for Skor, though she’d grown rather fond of the Squibs and their thrifty ways. It was for the innocents huddled into what barely passed as a refugee checkpoint behind her, it was for [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Vaudin Miir"] and [member="Zef Halo"], her family somewhere out there in the city, hopefully alive. Was she displeased with the warmongering attitude of the First Order? Of course. But that paled in comparison of her drive to protect.

Coren Starchaser · Aug 13, 2018

Allies: Tagged in text plus [member="Vaudin Miir"] @Naast'ika
Enemies: First Order, and some starships
Objective: Evacuate.

His team was with him and he had the Force. Reaching out to [member="Tiland Kortun"] and [member="Vorhi Alestrani"], but relying on the meld from [member="Romi Jade"], the Jedi Master was not operating at 100 percent. Ideas were not coming to him as quickly, because he was sending a part of himself to help with the barrier. But there was so much else going on. He had to be wary of the ren, and had to get his Chief and the planet King off.

He had [member="Julius Sedaire"] with him, and that meant the Sword of the Jedi was going to have to take the brunt of any fighting, and Coren could watch any captives. But… that was when the commlink beeped. Pulling it up, the Jedi Master greeted the Chief but was called off by the message that was incoming. The Jedi Master was really going to need a day off after this. He was a man who enjoyed conflict, and being the defender.

“Roger that, Chief. Hangar has a ship with your name on it. You make your way there, I’ll catch you on the way.” He stated. He didn’t want to order his Chief of State [member="Jaius Sovv"], but being the General of the Alliance Army granted Coren a few war time powers. Being a Jedi Master? That gave him a bit more. “Romi, if it happens, I need you to get Jaius away from here. I need to stop the First Order if it comes to it.” He looked at his companion and nodded.
First they needed to find everyone.

“Dax, Mishel is at the ship, she’ll let you aboard. Goin’ to be tight quarters though. Until we can get to a ship.” Hopefully the Admiral [member="Mazik Stazi"] or [member="Silara Varis"] were ready to help out and pick up the ship. Aside from that? He wasn’t sure what the last play was. Lightsaber in hand, though, he continued on. The Confederates were with him, and he would get them out too, if he needed to.

Into the meld he pushed himself, giving his strength in the Force for the barrier, and reaching out to the Jedi he knew, the Jedi he rained and worked with. Letting them know the plan, to save as many lives as they could. And to anyone not in the meld, they would be feeling the Jedi Master, standing firm and ready, but knowing he was needing help.

Rosalina · Aug 13, 2018

Location: Tagge Survey Site
Objective: Investigate
Allies: ORC | AiE | [member="T-3"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Lyra Sunfell"]| [member="Cambria Zadira"]| [member="Sol Stazi"]
Enemies: FO | [member="Racosidae"] | [member="Castiel Moncrief"] | [member="Hatori Ikari"] | [member="Decima Fortan"] | [member="Rhun Trask"]

So much was happening all at once—such was the way of war. Though anointed in her own right as a tribal warrior on a backwards world, it seemed as though the rest of the galaxy fought in a more defined manner. Uniforms, blasters, heavy artillery and cutting edge technology. Alm was aware of it all by now, but that didn’t mean it didn’t take her by surprise.

Her hammer swung, the droid attacked and a lightsaber spiraled out of nowhere into the Graug’s gut. The droid had upper-cutted the reptilian beast through the jaw with it’s digits in a sickening display as a plasma blade seemed to simultaneously bury itself in the Graug’s abdomen. As their foe stumbled back and slumped into a lifeless heap, Alm’s hammer reached nothing but air. She stumbled a bit as the weight swung heavily to the side, her stance having prepared to hit solid bone and flesh.

“Uhh,” She hadn’t expected to provide an explanation, but she also hadn’t expected to fall through the roof. Or find an abandoned droid in an old junk heap. A lot of expectations were being busted today for Alm. “Me?” She pointed to herself, leveling the hammer to her side. She was a little taken aback by the cursing. “Hear big noises. So I check. Ahh, robot.” She gestured to T-3 and his questioning…digital output screen. “He help. Friend.” More like acquaintances, but the droid wouldn’t be able to correct her. For good measure, she gave T-3 a friendly pat on the back between comrades.

Alm flinched as the firefight began, instinctively adopting a low stance. Her garb allowed some minor protection from plasma based weapons, but only minor. As in, might stop a lethal shot once. Or not. She didn’t want to test what the Squib had told her.

“Uuh, no. No more me. Squib, yes. You One Order?” First Order, One Order...these galactic powers all had such different names. She noted that they were not alone, not that they ever had been. A woman had entered the scene, draped in purples and blacks and visually reminiscent of a Dathomiri witch. "Both?"

Mishka Larraq · Aug 13, 2018

Location: ~~Imperial~~ Squib Palace
Allies: ORC Soldiers and Squib ~~Bait~~ King (Also [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Jaius Sovv"], [member="Vaudin Miir"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Mishel Noren"], [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Darth Metus"])
Enemies: Sith, Sith Agents, People that shoot at Mishka,
Objective: Pick butt off the ground, run!

The blackness churned with swirls of half-visible colors and a half spoken whisper echoed through Mishka's mind. "Get up." The voice said, sounding impatient and familiar. Groggily, Mishka pressed her hands flat against whatever cold stone she was laying on and pushed off the floor. Her head and her shoulder ached. It took her a moment, but as she opened her eyes and stared at the floor, Mishka remembered what had happened. Sort of. Rolling over to her back, Mishka closed her eyes and pressed her hand against her head, trying to will the throbbing to go away. "Get your lazy butt off the floor." The voice called again.

Mishka's eyes shot open as she realized that the voice hadn't been a figment of her imagination, and that it was one she recognized. "But, you're dead?" She said as she tilted her head up to look at the figure standing by her head. "Yes, and if you don't get off your sheb, you'll be dead too." Said the spectral figure of Rygel Larraq.

"But... How?" Mishka asked as she sat up and grabbed the sword that had somehow managed to not get stolen. "The kark should I know? You're the space-wizard." Rygel Larraq said as he watched his little sister bring herself to her feet. "Good girl. Now you need to jump out that window."

Mishka stopped and stared at the image of her brother, silent for a moment. "You sure you're my brother?"

"Yes, I'm sure." He said in a tone that betrayed his exasperation. "I'm also sure that this place is about to become a crater."

"Fine I- Wait. Crater?" Mishka said, taking a moment to examine the walls and ceiling of the hallway in which she stood. Only now did she realize that the building was shaking, dust and mortar shaking loose from the ceiling with each tremor. Her ears rang and her headache suddenly felt oh so very far away. "By the Taung." Mishka said as she suddenly recognized the sounds of enormous explosions. "That way." Rygel Larraq's ghost said as he pointed to the open door behind her. Without question, Mishka turned and ran, the ghost of her brother running beside her. When she saw the open window on the far side of the room, Mishka didn't ask questions, she simply ran for the window and jumped. Granted, it was also only mid-jump that she realized she had been on the third floor.

"Chit." Mishka said as she fell, suddenly remembering that she needed to focus the Manda into her body if she wanted to survive the fall. Landing with a roll, her stupid shield still strapped to her left arm and her sword still gripped tightly in her right, Mishka came up running. All around her, the city streets and buildings adjacent to the Palace had already taken heavy damage. Sparing a glance upward, Mishka saw that the roof of the Palace was likewise heavily damage, though a thick internal plating of metal was exposed where each blast had struck the reinforced structure. Only then, with her eyes skyward and the damaged upper floors of the palace in her sights, did Mishka realize that whatever was causing the damage had been coming from orbit, and was still coming. The skies above Metrobig City glowed with a shimmering blue light, a light that Mishka instantly recognized as one of the Jedi's protective barriers. On the other side of it, the occasional beam of hellfire struck and bloomed with dazzling light. Far, far in the skies above, similar flashes of light filled the skies of Skorr Two with aurora-like lights as capital ship weapons exploded in the upper atmosphere. "What?" Mishka asked, taking in the sight and realizing that the rumbling she was feeling had been coming from earthquakes elsewhere in the city. Less than a mile away, another shot landed. Debris and heat filled the air as another shockwave shook the ground. "What do I do?" Mishka asked, in awe at witnessing such destruction through her own eyes and not through the memories of others.

"Keep running," Her brother said, his spectral form still running by her side. "Your friends are that way." He explained nodding in toward the approaching street corner.

"Ok." Mishka said between deep breaths as she ran. "And then what?" She asked.

"And then you do as you're told. They'll get you home." Her brother answered, his eyes on the sky above them.

"And what happens to you?" Mishka asked, a sudden pit of fear and longing pulling at her guts like the fear of death had failed to do.

"I don't know." Rygel Larraq said. "But for now... I'm going to go do something about this rain."

And then he was gone, once again becoming nothing more than a bittersweet memory.

As she rounded the corner, she came face to face with [member="Coren Starchaser"]. "Um... Hi?"

Natasi Fortan · Aug 13, 2018

https://youtu.be/016prZEQHZs

Natasi Fortan believed in ghosts.

A woman didn't go through the personal trials and tribulations that Natasi had experienced without understanding that tragedy left indelible scars. A woman didn't lead nations to victory in war without carrying the weight of the hundreds of thousands who died by her word. Natasi knew what ghosts were; they were the empty holidays without parents or siblings, the cold beds where husbands once lay, and the tidy rows of gravestones marking the sacrifices of young men and women for the First Order. Those were ghosts -- the bleeding wounds Natasi and the others carried around and encountered every day. So when the random specters of Squibs -- a race not at all intimidating in life and even less so in death -- appeared on the horizon, Natasi didn't flinch.

Nor was she able to muster much in the way of fear and outrage at the absurd eldritch horror -- [member="Mittens"]' space Kraken -- as it lunged at the FIV Wrath. The ship was solid and under the command of Grand Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]; if anyone would see it through, it was he.

Besides, Natasi couldn't spare the extra emotion, not when she was watching her Concordia slowly succumb to the mechanical equivalent of a medically induced coma. System by system it dropped away and Natasi watched from the center of the all-but-deserted auxiliary bridge. "Thank you, Special Agent Kordova," Natasi said to [member="Val Kordova"], who had finished purging the systems with a speed and professionalism rivaled by none. The only systems that would remain online were auxiliary life support, emergency power, and communications. When the jamming stopped, perhaps a slave signal could be uploaded, allowing the ship to be brought back to safety. Until then, thanks to the quick thinking of Captain [member="Kou'ha Escala"], it would be protected by an array of fighters, corvettes, and other ships of Battlegroup Nebula. "This isn't your fault, you know," Natasi told him as she approached the command station. "Sometimes you can do everything right and things just happen. All we can do is move forward." The Grand Moff leaned over the central computer and entered a series of secretive commands until a password prompt appeared. She tapped out the elaborate 48-character passcode, interspersed with numbers, letters, punctuation, and symbols. It would lock down the system until the code was entered again. Any attempt to brute-force the code would result, after the second incorrect entry, in the ship's computers being bricked and the ship impossible to move under its own power. "There's nothing more you could have done, Captain Escala." She finished her work and locked the console.

It was a desperate move to prevent the Concordia from falling into the wrong hands, but she refused to reward them for their poor behavior. Even in wartime, there were standards -- or at least, there were when gentlemen were involved. Not for the first time, she thought of [member="Jaius Sovv"]. The elderly Sullustan was a cheater at chess and underhand when he felt he needed to be, but at least he had principles. At least he had integrity. Her eyes searched the battle, but there was no trace of him. And now there were other more pressing matters. Her thoughts were interrupted by the pounding of stormtrooper boots on the deck plates; she turned to see a FIST Corporal approaching, and he snapped a salute as he came to a stop. "Your Excellency, our recovery team reports that Director Shepard has been freed. She went in pursuit of the intruder."

"My order was that she be evacuated," Natasi said coolly, fuming internally at [member="The Major"].

There was a delicate pause. "Director Shepard has, ah, countermanded that order." Natasi frowned. The Corporal paused again before inclining his head towards her. "Ma'am, it's time for you to go."

Natasi knew it was true, but she bristled nonetheless. "In a moment." She turned back towards the bridge and wrapped her arms around her trim frame. Tears stung at her eyes that she stubbornly refused to shed. "Are you evacuating, Corporal?" she asked thickly.

"Not yet, Ma'am," said the Corporal. "A few squads are staying behind to defend against salvagers and, you know, rebel scum. We can't have her falling in the wrong hands."

"I wish I could stay," Natasi said stiffly. She blinked finally, breaking the surface tension of the tears in her eyes. Streams of hot tears raced from under her eyelashes, over her cheeks, along her jaw where they dripped into the black expanse of her collar. "But," she said, her voice gravelly as she struggled to maintain control of her emotions. "I am told my safety is paramount, and so I must leave."

"It's true, Excellency," said the trooper, his voice somehow soft despite the modulator in his helmet.

"What's your name, Corporal?" asked Natasi as she discretely brushed at her cheeks with the back of her gloved hands.

"It's Collins, ma'am," he said proudly. "Corporal Abrix Collins, at your service."

She turned and examined Collins for a few moments, eyes searching the inscrutable black visor plate for what felt like minutes. Then: "Thank you, Abrix Collins. Please inform the hangar crew that I will be along presently. I just need one more moment."

"Aye, ma'am," said Collins, snapping a neat salute. Then he was gone.

Natasi put her hands on the edge of the command console, her fingers tracing over the smooth surface. "This isn't how I imagined this going," Natasi told [member="Kou'ha Escala"] with an embarrassed chuckle. "I always thought I would decommission her myself. Grey-haired, stooped over, and old. Concordia should have served for a generation. But -- " Her thought was truncated by the violent tremor racing through her ship under the attack of [member="Cathul Thuku"]. The twi'lek's mania was well-documented, and her lust for blood was equally well known. Nevermind that assaulting a diplomatic vessel -- and a disabled one, at that -- was a serious war crime under any civilized government. There were no lengths to which Thuku's wild superiority complex would not go, it seemed. For a moment, Natasi wondered idly whether the irony occurred to Therapist Actual that she was a walking, talking demonstration of the psychological phenomena known as the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

On the whole, Natasi thought as another status alarm began to sound, it seemed rather unlikely.

The alarms became more insistent as the systems continued winding down. Soon, it would be impossible to leave and keep the hangar secure. The ship lurched under Thuku's continued attack. "Enough now," Natasi said to Escala. Like any honorable officer, he was the last to leave the bridge with Natasi and [member="Val Kordova"]. "The important thing is we live to fight another day, Captain. We live to bring vengeance upon these savages."

The trip to the hangar was short, and Natasi found that the bridge crew was waiting aboard her vessel; the Allegro-class Stealth Corvette responded to Natasi's touch, firing up when her hands found the biolocked controls. The ship lifted off with a youthful energy that Natasi herself couldn't quite muster. Even with her limited piloting skills, the Grand Moff was able to lift the ship out of the Concordia, its subtle movements proving a challenge to the novice pilot. Natasi brought the ship in a loop around the front of Concordia, dipping the wing of her shuttle in a silent salute to the wounded ship, and then burned hard towards Wrath. They got within short-range communication, enough to circumvent the jamming, and Natasi tasked [member="Val Kordova"] with sending over the boarding request signal. When they had landed, Natasi shut down the ship and sighed deeply.

"Captain -- "

Natasi's voice fell off when she felt the most peculiar sensation -- not unfamiliar, but peculiar in how long its absence had been felt. "I need to get to the bridge," Natasi told [member="Kou'ha Escala"] and [member="Val Kordova"]. "You will accompany me. The rest of the bridge crew will stand by for assignments." Natasi unfastened her crash webbing and stood, moving off the ship with a singular sense of purpose, her heels clicking at a faster and faster pace as she moved towards the turbolifts. She did not pause to check that her two charges were behind her; she trusted that they would comply.

A few minutes later -- Wrath was much larger than Concordia after all -- Natasi emerged onto the bridge. It was chaos, but controlled chaos, and the best of Imperial efficiency in the face of crisis. "Grand Admiral Tregessar -- I've never been more pleased to see you," Natasi announced as she strode up the command deck. "You are a sight for sore eyes. I -- " Again her voice faltered, and Natasi half-turned, dark eyes widening in shocked disbelief.

Could it be?

Sayd-Jai · Aug 13, 2018

Objective: Kill FO Forces
Enemies: Nearby: [member="Kyrel Ren"], Engaging: [member="seto du couteau"]
Gear: SPECTRE Armor, SODD, Teki no Sairensā, Dissuader

A whirlwind of motion.

The attack was coming, but he already had the advantage. His opponents armor was heavy, slowing him. His Spectre Armor was light, but durable. It afforded him movement and protected his vital regions at the same time. A difference in ideology. His foe prized greater coverage, believing it would keep him alove longer. He, on the other hand prized speed and stealth. The two had their merits, but speed often won against brute force. Every armor had its weakness and he felt certain he would find this ones as well. Provided he stayed focused.

That split second afforded him by the slower opponent allowed him to draw his Dissuader and fire a shot right at the Stormtroopers face. Being a projectile against the troopers armor it wouldn't likely go through, but it wasn't meant to anyway. The Dissuader fired rounds loaded with a powerful acid that would eat through most armors and through what lay beyond it. It was not a civilized weapon, but war wasn't a civilized venture. He was in it to win, not to maintain honor or some silly notion like it. The enemy had to die.

And as his opponent reached him. he did indeed bring his sword up to catch the incoming blade, but he also saw the motion of the other hand and knew full well what was coming. As such, the arm holding the dissuader had been rising ever since he fired the shot, and when the second blade inevitably activated, it met the phrik plate gauntlet on his forearm and glanced off harmlessly to the side, though the force of it did push his hand back down and away. Such was to be expected from a powerful strike.

But that wasn't all. As his opponent had come forward he had shifted his feet subtly and was positioned in such a way that as he blocked both strikes, he could twist with the momentum of his pushed away arm, twirl his sword about his opponents, and come around to attempt to hook his leg around the back of his opponents in an effort to knock him to the ground in a compromised position. The move would take him to the ground as well, but that was the price to pay and he would be in the position of advantage anyway.

It was a small risk and he was willing to take it to kill and Imperial swine.

Mazik Stazi · Aug 13, 2018

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBB5_JJHozw[/youtube]

Command Deck

ANS Nemo's Revenge

Alliance Core Fleet

"Metrobig's main deflector is out!" Commander Bashir, the Revenge's Mon Calamari XO, cried out despite his usual professionalism, "Imperial sabotage?"

"Possibly," Mazik mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. When the same energy signature reappeared around the massive beast now being hurled towards the FIV Wrath, they had their answer.

"What is the Coalition thinking?" his first officer mumbled softly, eyes wide in deep concern for those innocents now undefended on the surface below.

"They've underestimated the depths of Imperial hypocrisy and depravity," the admiral knew Bashir hadn't truly expected an answer, but he gave one anyway, "Its a gamble, predicated on the assumption that the First Order wouldn't dare make the same mistake twice. What they fail to realize, is that for all their moral posturing the Empire would rather slaughter millions than risk further embarrassment."

"But all those people..." Bashir trailed off, devastated at the thought of another bombardment. He had been here for the last one, and that day never left him.

"A terrible price to be paid for such knowledge," the duros agreed, and then in a most uncharacteristic gesture of something approaching empathy, he clasped his executive roughly across his shoulder, "Let's save as many as we can."

"Aye, sir."

"Status on AIAS array?" Admiral Stazi called out across the bridge.

"She's almost there, admiral!" a junior officer poked her head of from one of the deck's many scattered system panels.

"Activate on my mark," he said, staring unflinchingly at his shield crew until the same young officer flashed him a thumbs up, "Mark."

It was the first time the Revenge's AIAS array had ever been activated, and to Mazik's knowledge the first time one had ever been used anywhere in live combat. The First Order had long known of their older model Protectorate era shield cruisers, a design which was fundamentally similar, so he knew that even just powering up the array had given his foes a bevy of clues with which to make some educated guesses at what his star cruiser's power surge was about, even before an extraordinarily durable deflector bubble erupted all around the Core Fleet's main battle line.

A diameter of ten kilometers, it was big enough to stand toe to toe against the likes of the Invictus and Wrath. Powered by a battlecruiser of the Revenge's comparatively modest size, they could not stand up for too long against a concentrated bombardment, but it would last long enough they all hoped for as many innocents to evacuate as possible.

"Admiral, we're too late," Bashir breathed in, his voice sounding crestfallen, "They're preparing to fire."

"Better late than never," he replied, striding over to his flagship's main helm controls, and brusquely relieving his senior navigator, "All hands, brace for impact."

Admiral Stazi ramped the Revenge up to full sublight himself, keeping one hand on the controls while another fished around in his uniform before retrieving a cob pipe. One eye on his sensor display, the other on tapering out some tabacc into the pipe, the duros motioned a member of his bridge crew over with a jerk of his head to help him light it. Now puffing away quite pleasantly, he locked in a course that would place them perpendicular to the Invictus and Metrobig below.

They could not hope to make it in time to stop the bombardment, but the AIAS array might be able to catch its tail end, and prevent any further strikes from the reinforcement fleet with which they were now engaged.

"What are you doing, sir?" Bashir asked, standing now at his side near the front of the bridge and gazing out their main viewport at the energy barrage they were now on a collision course with.

"Resisting."

Alliance Core Fleet

ANS Nemo's Revenge | Modified MC85 Star Cruiser
AIAS Shield: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: AIAS Shield Array Online. Projecting 10km diameter Extreme rated deflector bubble. Flanking course to put hull in between FIV Invictus and Skor's surface.

ANS Absolution | Citadel-class Star Defender
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Faith Organa | Endurance II-class Fleet Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Javelin | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 70%
Hull: 96%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Beskad | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Bulwark | Scythe-class Heavy Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Aggressive Negotiations | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 0%
Hull: 85%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Timeless | Dreadnought MK III Escort Cruiser
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge. Indiscriminate fire on First Order attack craft trapped inside AIAS deflector.

ANS Thyferran Dawn | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 93%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on FIV Dragoon. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Mon Cala Forever | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 82%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on FIV Dragoon. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Free Voss | MC42 Star Cruiser
Shields: 86%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on FIV Dragoon. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Byllurun | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Slime Sea | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Mount Keff | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Dragon Guard | Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Remember Eriadu | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Bloodstripe | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Dulvoyinn Hymn | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Socorro Spirit | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Gus Talon | CR-37 Corellian Carrier
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Flanking maneuver alongside Nemo's Revenge.

ANS Rivers of Arbra | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Twilight Horizon | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 56%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Loth Cat | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Rancor Claw | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Deciever's End | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 71%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Lightkeeper | Nebulon-D Escort Frigate
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Cavalier | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Shogun | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 36%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Tantive IX | CR112 Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Goliath | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Calypso | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 50%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Titan | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Spirit | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 33%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

ANS Indomitable | Hammerhead Corvette
Shields: 100%
Hull: 100%
Actions: Continuing to fire on Vindicator escort cruiser 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Intercept Aurek | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
0 / 93
100 / 100
Actions: Continuing to fire on Velox Gunship 'Aurek'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Intercept Besh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
100 / 100
~~0 / 0~~
Actions: Continuing to fire on Velox Gunship 'Besh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Intercept Cresh | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
0 / 72
100 / 100
100 / 100
Actions: Continuing to fire on Velox Gunship 'Cresh'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Intercept Dorn | Dirigible-class Corvettes x5
100 / 100
100 / 100
~~0 / 0~~
93 / 100
86 / 100
Actions: Continuing to fire on Velox Gunship 'Dorn'. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Total Meterage: 20,090m

Starfighter Command

Attack Wing One
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Beginning attack run on FIV Dragoon. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Attack Wing Two
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Beginning attack run on FIV Dragoon. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Attack Wing Three
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
4 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Beginning attack run on FIV Intrepid. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Attack Wing Four
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
1 Squadron Sprite X-Wings
3 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
Actions: Beginning attack run on FIV Intrepid. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Attack Wing Five
1 Squadron X-83 TwinTails
1 Squadron Sprite X-Wings
3 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
1 Squadron Preybird Heavy Starfighters
2 Squadrons D-Wing Fast Bombers
3 Squadrons BB-2 Fighter Bombers
1 Squadron SF-17 Heavy Bombers
Actions: Beginning attack run on FIV Intrepid. [member="Gromm Cardan"]

Defense Wing One
5 Squadrons A-Wing Interceptors
3 Squadrons Preybird Heavy Starfighters
Actions: Hunting down Imperial starfighters inside AIAS deflector.

Defense Wing Two
5 Squadrons A-Wing Interceptors
3 Squadrons Preybird Heavy Starfighters
Actions: Hunting down Imperial starfighters inside AIAS deflector.

Dropship Wave
40 U-Wing Transports
12 U-Wing Gunships
2 Squadrons Sprite X-Wings
2 Squadrons CF10 Crossfires
Actions: Continuing orbital search and rescue operations, half of U-Wing and starfighter complement redeployed to surface for evacuation. Gunships continuing to patrol city limits for targets of opportunity.

Total Squadrons: 80 (960 craft)
Total Transports: 52

Summary of Actions

ANS Nemo's Revenge activates AIAS Shield Array. A 10 kilometer deflector bubble rated at Extreme defense is projected around the battlecruiser's hull, enveloping the main Core Fleet battleline. (Note: this bubble is impassable from the front, but at its rear starships are able to fly through in either direction like a Gungan shield.)
Core Fleet follows Revenge on full sublight as it attempts to position its AIAS deflector in between FIV Invictus and Skor's surface.
Main battle line fires indiscriminately at any Imperial attack craft trapped inside the 10 kilometer bubble.
Attack craft on outside edge of the bubble continue to fire on targets in FIV Invictus' support group. ([member="Gromm Cardan"])
Starfighter attack wings disengage from Imperator Command and Task Force Orion's fighter screens, begin to line up bombing runs on FIV Dragoon and FIV Intrepid. ([member="Gromm Cardan"])

Robogeber · Aug 14, 2018

Rausgeber watched as the gargantuan titan, the FIV Colossus now fired upon the palace. This would hopefully shift the power dynamic of the system. It would liquidate the King of Skor, and allow a new leader, far more amicable to the First Order's line of thinking to replace the relic who occupied the throne. The Coalition could not feasibly resist for too much longer. Two elements proved this thesis. The first being the shambolic manoeuvres across the battlefield as Coalition fleets now scrambled to combat the new threat. The second? The shattered remnants of Therapy Command proved that as Imperator Command now shifted into the wake of the Excubitor. Despite the cityscape of the Pellaeon, having turned into an inferno, Rausgeber felt pride. It was too little too late now. The Mandalorians ill-fated assault could do nothing to turn the tide of the Empire. "Press unto the carriers." Rausgeber barked, his voice an artificial grizzle, "Make sure the enemy has no carriers to return home to."

The droid now watched as the veterans of the Sixth Fleet rushed forth toward the poorly built carriers, and began to smash them. The rush of corvettes and frigates, was then supported by the full might and power of the Pellaeon. Even in its weakened state, the monstrous vessel would not yield, and continued to unleash devastating fighter. Although Rausgeber conceded, the attack had no real purpose. No primary objective. It was if anything, a statement. A symbol. One to rob these rogue Mandalorians of their home. The First Order would not forgive. It would not forget. And even now as they asserted themselves on Skor, in what seemed to be a moment of triumph. "Admiral, sir, we're experiencing, some....Peculiarities, sir." Captain Brosse informed him. The droid turned from data analysis, and the spectacle of the Wrath's arrival, to watch the stars.

Ghosts. Spirits and spectres, littered the void. From the slain purgills, whose bodies sat, not even an hour in deaths embrace, to the cartoonish squib. The droid tried to rectify this in its mind. Tried to understand what was happening. And not for the first time today, sank into an understanding of bitter acceptance at the bizarreness of the spectacle. The droid drew from the memories of Rausgeber. He had never been a spiritual man. He had, for a time, never believed in the supernatural, until the Omega Crisis. But for that, he just classified it as guilt. As his own way of punishing himself for the deaths of his crew. But those, seemed to be internalised within his mind. This was a far more visceral experience. There were no sensor readings to come off of, nothing technology could do to explain what was happening.

"Are they, affecting us?" The droid quietly asked, still confused. The Sensor Officer sat, dumbfounded, and shook his head. That answered the question evidently, in the affirmative. "Then they are immaterial." The Grand Admiral glowered, "Continue upon assault vector." The droid mused. Before turning to his data console. It seemed today, would be yet another turning point for the First Order. In Rausgeber's mind, it seemed that this, was a second Kaeshana for the Order. But this time, they had been ready to do what was necessary, and again, beneath overwhelming odds, the First Order would rise to the occasion again.

The show of bizarre technological prowess, and horrific scientific advances made Rausgeber twinge. And he knew, with the Wrath here, word would spread. The reclamation of Skor would become a great point of military potency, in exposing the depravity of the Coalition. They were a far larger threat than what any of Central Command or even the Grand Admiral had imagined. And now, the time would come. Whether to allow this hive of scum and villainy could stand toe to toe with the First Order.

If they could withstand the type of war and devastation which would be visited upon them by the First Imperial war machine? Would they be ready for a type of war as ruthless and destructive as any other seen in this portion of the Galaxy in over eight hundred years? Because if a war with the First Order it was, then it saw the mobilisation of the greatest army in the Galaxy to fight them. An army, hardened by a near decade of relentless expansion, and now primed to prosecute the type of rogue militia and lonesome Jedi the Coalition used. Could they stand against the proud stormtrooper corps, and the navy? Or would they have the political will to continue? A determination and stubbornness surpass and even deny Grand Moff Fortan her prize?

But all these questions, there lay one key and critical one question. One question which superseded all else. And it was one that landed squarely at the feet of the Outer Rim Coalition's leadership:

Do you want total war?

Jaius Sovv · Aug 14, 2018

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpNCuMRurmc[/youtube]

They moved as quickly as possible for a contingent of Alliance special forces and elite Squib guard herding a bunch of terrified civilians, an old Sullustan hobbling along on a cane, and a King who looked as though any moment he might make a dash for the nearest rampart, scooping up a tensor rifle on his way. Adegabaydee wanted to fight, but Chief Sovv knew that with Metrobig's shield down the time for that type of fighting had passed, at least for now. First, they needed to survive.

The heard of essential personnel had made it as far as the palace's ground level when things first started to shake. The quaking was barely noticeable at first, faint and terrible precursors heralding a much greater disaster soon to come. Even when the city's deflector had collapsed, Jaius had not been certain that the First Order would fire. It did not seem like the type of judgment call their Grand Moff would make. They sought to cow the people of Skor into submission with shock and awe, but the greater the rumblings grew the more certain he felt that their callous attack would have quit the opposite effect.

Stand or fall, Metrobig would become a symbol to them all. A shining beacon of hope in the Outer Rim, its legacy of defiance would draw fresh recruits for their cause out of the deepest shadows. For too long the galaxy had been forced to endure the consequences of Imperial crusades, and where at least their war against the Galactic Alliance had been one of ideology, this assault on Skor and the world's new Coalition protectors was just a thinly veiled pretext for oppression.

"Your majesty, we need to keep moving!" Sovv called out behind them, the first to notice that King Adegabaydee had come to a halt.

There was an ornate window in the marbled corridor, half blown out from the fighting that until recently had consumed these halls, and the Skor King was gazing up at a crimson hued sky. With what little time they had left, Adegabaydee was using it to shake his fist at the heavens above. The royal Squib was trembling in rage, and Jaius could not conceive of what this latest turn must feel like for the planetary sovereign. This was the third time his world had been bombed in recent memory, and if they didn't get a move on it could very well be the last.

"Your majesty, look out!"

A hefty ornate statue was violently quaked off balance, and began to topple over, headed directly for Adegabaydee. Chief Sovv tackled him to the floor, succeeding only with the element of surprise, and not due to any real feat of physical strength. Heavy stone narrowly missed crushing them underneath, and before either of them had time to process this near death experience, they were being hauled back to their feet and dragged the rest of the way down this final corridor to the open hangar beyond.

"Starchaser!" he called out to Coren when the two finally laid eyes upon one another, "You're late."

The Jedi General explained that he would be escorted aboard the Princess Leia by Jedi Knight [member="Romi Jade"]. Jaius knew her well by her reputation during happier days, but it was the first time the two had met in person.

"Miss Jade," he gasped, still breathing heavily from all the running, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Without further ado, Jaius was hauled away again by his honor guard, following the small crowd of VIPs over extremely unsteady ground as the impending orbital strike grew closer and closer. As he passed by Coren, he called out over his shoulder.

"As many as we can, General! We've got to save...as many as we can..."

Both he and Adegabaydee stubbornly insisted on remaining at the transport's loading ramp until the rest of the bunker evacuees were safely aboard, waving their hands in encouragement for each to pick up their pace. Taking one last lingering glance at his trembling surroundings and up at the sizable barrier the Jedi still nearby the palace were erecting together, Jaius willed his tired legs to carry him up into the freighter. Gently shoving his way past their plethora of passengers, he made his way up to the cockpit.

"Miss Noren," he waved at the Leia's pilot and Coren's padawan Mishel, "Interesting to see you as always."

In the final moments before they took off, Jaius found himself thinking once again of [member="Natasi Fortan"]. Her face sprang unbidden in his mind's eye, and all of the sudden instead of a ravaged Squib palace on the other side of the cockpit's viewport, she was sitting before him. They were back on the Concordia, a chess board lay between them, their match in its later stages. It was a vivid memory, despite the building red glow of proton beams casting a crimson shadow across her visage that had not been there when this had really happened.

"Well, Jaius. Your move. Will you finally relent?" she had asked him, lips quirking up into a mild smirk at his latest strategic quandary.

"Never," he had replied, dewflaps jostling as his lips parted ways for a toothy grin.

It was an odd recollection, considering these dire circumstances and the comparably cordial nature of their past exchange. But for some reason, her words resonated with him now far greater than they had in that moment. Here she was, sitting again right in front of him, asking the same question. Her eyebrow quirked up just as it had before, in expectation of his response and seemingly oblivious to his actual present surroundings.

Will you finally relent?

Coren's voice crackled over the ships comms, ordering them to blast off. Whether that was because he had finally made it on board, or it was simply too late and he was ordering Mishel to leave without him, Jaius had no way of knowing. The freighter's engines roared to life.

He whispered to himself, "Never."

Vestille Thumahra · Aug 14, 2018

Vestille Thumahra

Skor II, Royal Palace

Objective III: Fight To The Death

Friendly Assets: First Order ([member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Primat Ren"], [member="Varas Ren"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Marriskcal Lati"]) | Nowhere nearby

Opposing Force: ORC ([member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Dax Fyre"], [member="Mishka Larraq"], [member="Jaius Sovv"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Mishel Noren"]) | Directly Engaging [member="Krenis Skirata"]

A weapon born against a weapon forged.

Vestille had very limited contact or ties to the Mandalorians, the only having been Koda Fett during the time of the Galactic Empire and even then the interaction had been short and brief as introvert stood side by side with introvert on the battlefield. What knowledge that the Colonel did have was through briefings, data packets sent through from his superiors yet even those were lacking yet in that heated moment of battle, Vestille allowed every sense to latch onto the Commando and study his form and approach to battle. In the midst of burning wood and the destruction left in both of their wakes, the conflict between a warrior born and raised into a society that thrived and built themselves upon war and a man turned monster with an ever-lasting addiction to writhe in the mud and blood of the battlefield raged on; coiling with one another like snakes, one trying so desperately to gain that upper hand to sink its teeth into the other but alas this cycle of attempts and failing would seem endless, resulting in not a swift defeat to either side but a long, bloody slog as punches were thrown and both sides became equally degraded as the seconds turned to minutes.

It was with the attempt to grapple and bring the Commando was met with no resistance and instead the Commando attempting to play it into his advantage rather than allowing the Colonel to follow through with any sense of disarmament or potentially stunning blows. As the Colonel played into this, it was clear that both himself and his opponent had similar thoughts and movements when it came to playing the next card up their sleeve and the further it became apparent that the Commando was trying to remain three steps ahead; that simply couldn't be allowed to happen. As the struggle for power continued, the range had at the very least been made so that utilizing weapons would no doubt be a difficult venture but not entirely impossible. As it stood, the Commando was in a much better position than Vestille; having suffered hit after hit as he ran the gauntlet to reach the Commando and get into the position that they now found themselves in but the achievements that had led to him still breathing at this moment had been significant; barely avoided death upon entry of the palace, surviving the reaction force sent to deal with him and now dealing with the final opponent before he could make his exfil; the numerous brushes of shoulders with death should have been worrisome for some but for the Colonel? This was a daily occurrence for this is what he did and where he thrived; on the brink of death.

He wasn't about to give in just yet.

And so it was that when the Commando aimed to land the neutralizing shot upon his target after finding enough space to maneuver his blaster and swap to a stun bolt that the Colonel made his play of desperation, something that'd either give him the second wind he needed to carry on or else he would fall to the hands of the enemy. The grapple that his opponent had twisted and used against him was suddenly dropped as did the Colonel as he rolled to the side, hoping to narrowly avoid the shot that would have brought him to his knees and bring the fight to a swift and decisive end. With this, it was a chance to get back to his feet but recuperation or respite were a distant dream. One thing that was certain about Mandalorians was their extensive arsenal and Vestille knew all too well that given the chance this Commando would use it against him; straying too far away would resort in a flamethrower or other ranged attack but staying too close would present the opportunity for a blade to slip through the cracks. In his decisiveness, Vestille knew that a blade could be disarmed, a blaster bolt could not and thus he acted upon this; taking to throw himself at the Commando once more with a hand reeled back, ready to send the augmented might of the Sith Empire's grim reaper right for the head; from a knockout to even just a concussion that'd give the Colonel a fighting chance, he had little ground to stand upon regarding expectations or assurance for things to go as planned.

Death stood ready to guide him to the abyss. He needed to live to fight another day.

He needed to retreat.

Kou'ha Escala · Aug 14, 2018

Captain
Equipment | Uniform, Code Cylinder, Blaster Pistol
Location | Command Bridge of FIV Wrath, Local Space
Objectives | Observe
Allies | [member="Natasi Fortan"], [member="Sieger Ren"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Val Kordova"], [member="The Major"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Karl Von Strauss"], [member="Gromm Cardan"], [member="Morro"], [member="Cynthia Alucard"]
Enemies | [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Mazik Stazi"], [member="Mittens"]

[SIZE=11pt]Despite its young untried Captain, Battlegroup Nebula was a veteran fleet that has endured a great many challenges throughout their faithful service. They were Natasi Fortan's shield, first and foremost, and her sword when all her attempts at negotiation and reconciliation fell apart. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And the Concordia were the pride of their fleet. Seeing her so beleaguered and weakened stoked the flames of anger in the hearts of every member of Nebula Command. Their love and loyalty for their mother of the nation sharpened their resolve. The craven attempts of their enemies to further harm her ladyship only fuelled their desire to retaliate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]With Warmind directing their trajectories and vectors, its three main sentinels formed a protective circle around the Concordia and began its barrage of laser and missile fire that formed an effective screen to counter the enemy’s wave of starfighters and bombers. And if that were not enough of a deterrent, all of the Bastion Cruisers of Nebula Command has its tractor-pressor beams activated, stopping some of the much smaller vessels from getting through its defenses. Waiting behind the safety of its net of fire were the rest of the warships.

Formidable even without guidance, Wrath’s AI only increased their efficiency in further defanging their attackers. The frigates, corvettes and starfighters worked like a pack of wolves, tearing into its remaining quarry.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This isn’t your fault, you know...”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They were the words Kou’ha wanted so desperately to hear. While they came as a much needed balm for his psyche, the still raw wounds inflicted by the reality of their situation dulled her kind words and he continued to bleed internally. Each gentle tap of the keys as her ladyship entered her own final commands were akin to a stab. Though his heart swelled at the graciousness of his Grand Moff, this sense of failure that pervaded his person was something he would have to resolve on his own.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“There's nothing more you could have done, Captain Escala.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“And perhaps one day, I will allow myself to believe it.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Kou’ha knew that her ladyship’s concern for him were sincere and he would never ever disrespect her compassion by uttering lies and platitudes. He knew himself well enough that he was not fine now, perhaps not for a long time. But there will be a day in the future where he will be able to accept and believe in the words his grand lady has imparted.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The accusing eyes of the apparitions that surrounded them on the bridge were nothing compared to the ghosts that will walk beside Kou’ha from this point onwards. What haunted him was nothing as ephemeral as the shades of the once living, but his failure of being able to do more, protect more, save more. From the waitstaff to the members of the FIST division, and his officers to the individuals the Concordia hosted, they were all under his care. The lives he failed will be the only ghosts he answered to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Not these cheap facsimiles of life.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]This time, the Epicanthix averted his gaze when he caught sight of tears trailing down her features, allowing her some privacy to gather herself. Kou’ha knew that if he felt as though he has been cut open and his body hollowed out when he has to shut down the heart of the Concordia, it had to be worse for her ladyship. While he maintained a stoic demeanour, Kou’ha only had the most tenuous hold on his emotions and seeing the Grand Moff this vulnerable reminded him that he has to stay strong. Just for awhile longer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“This isn't how I imagined this going…”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Captain himself has assumed that he would serve the Grand Moff and Concordia for years to come, and that he would be a witness to her ladyship’s unyielding steel as she fought her own intricate battles with her quicksilver wit and clever words many times over. Kou’ha glared out of the viewports as the beleaguered ship began to creak and groan, its klaxon’s wailings growing stronger and closer. While the hull of the Concordia still stood up against the abuses raining upon it, it was only a matter of time because it gave way. The auxiliary bridge were fast beginning to be awash in bright red as the Star Destroyer’s structural integrity continued to deteriorate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“The important thing is we live to fight another day, Captain. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]We live to bring vengeance upon these savages.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“We shall.” And vengeance will be so very sweet when the Coalition and all that they have built and worked for was in ruins. They shall taste the same helplessness and despair when their homes burned.

Within his heart laid a krayt dragon whose wrath has been roused. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His heart ached as he viewed the darkening form of the Concordia from the windows of the corvette, knowing that the grand ship was sleeping far before her time. He also worried about Director Shepard, whom he has yet to be acquainted with, and Corporal Abrix Collins, who may or may not survive the battle. One was just a name, another was an individual he has never even spoken to, but they were people whom Kou’ha was responsible for. He could only hope that they, and the rest of the crew and military stationed on the Concordia will survive the day.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Etching the final moments of the red and grey form of the Star Destroyer into his mind, the Captain shifted his gaze to the ongoing battle of attrition between Nebula Command and the hostile forces trying to decapitate them. He watched as the frigates and corvettes of the fleet he was in directly command of shifting and moving to repel and blunt attack after attack, while their starfighters weaved between them to further shield their evacuating crew. Truly, there was not one honourable soul within the Coalition if they could not even adhere to the rules of engagement and basic decency. Further away, each of his naval contemporaries were still engaged in their own battles. Despite the challenges they were facing, Kou’ha had faith in them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Outer Rim Coalition has proven themselves a threat. And today, they have declared their stance. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Breaking out of his thoughts at the gentle bump as the corvette landed in the vast hangar of the Wrath, Kou’ha was about to get up from his own seat when her ladyship addressed him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And as always, he acquiesced with her request.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Of course, Your Excellency.” Even if the Grand Moff has asked to him accompany her through a live battlefield, it would be something that the Captain would comply with. In their short time together, she has only risen higher and higher in his esteem. Natasi Fortan, he decided, was an individual that was worth him dedicating his life to. And until they parted, he will continue to serve her faithfully and to the best of his abilities.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While this was the first time that he has set foot on the Super Star Destroyer, Kou’ha contained his curiousity and remained focused on the slight form of the grand lady, walking slightly behind her along with the special agent as she led them into a waiting turbolift. But unfamiliar with the aura of the Supreme Leader, it was not until their small group of three entered the command bridge of the Wrath did he feel the foreboding presence weighing down on him. It warned the Epicanthix that he should tread warily, that he was standing before a predator. It was with some difficulty that Kou’ha remembered that he was in the presence of a superior and saluted Grand Admiral Tregessar, before he stood back to allow her ladyship to lead the conversation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Edits made: Spacing and typos[/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10pt]• Nebula Command's 3 Bastion Cruiser is defending Concordia within a protective circle and is screening and using tractor-pressor beams to push back the attackers.
• Nebula Command's remaining frigates, corvettes, and starfighters are all supporting the Bastion Cruisers from behind its screens and is picking off bombers and starfighters that make it through.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• Task Group Orion returns its attention to the remainder of Therapy Command. 90% of its fleet are destroyed.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Fleet Summary:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Battlegroup Nebula[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Commanded by Captain Kou’ha Escala,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Under the auspices of Grand Moff Natasi Fortan.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]FIV Concordia[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], Flagship o[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]f Gran[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]d [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Moff Natasi Fortan[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Resurgent[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Battlegroup Nebula Fleet Composition[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Predator[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (1 x 922m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]•[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent II[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (1 x 2904m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (1 x 2904m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (7 x 527m; Total: 3,689m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (6 x 380m; Total: 2,280m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (6 x 270m; Total: 1,620m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (6 x 250m; Total: 1,500m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (3 x 200m; Total: 600m) [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (12 x 126m; Total: 1,512m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (12 x 90m; Total: 1,080m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (24 x 80m; Total: 1,920m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]• [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] (14 x 64m; Total: 896m)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Total fleet meterage: 21,809m[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Nebula Command[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]CO Captain Kou’ha Escala
XO Commander Deeran Vert[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Fleet Composition: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 3x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 8x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Task Group Helix[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]CO Captain Teru Sern[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]XO Commander Eloise Marak
(Assigned to Grand Admiral Rausgeber of Battlegroup Imperator)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Fleet Composition: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Predator[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] , 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 8x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Task Group Orion[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]CO Captain Seth Christner[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]XO Commander Ainz Meren[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Fleet Composition: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]1x[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent II[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 1x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 2x[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 3x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] 4x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 8x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], 6x [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Fleet Status:[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Nebula Command:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Defending the evacuating crew from Concordia.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Concordia[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Reactors are shut down. Ship inert.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Minerva[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening, using tractor-pressor beams on attacking bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Brynhildr[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening, using tractor-pressor beams on attacking bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ajax[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Screening, using tractor-pressor beams on attacking bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Longinus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Using particle lance on bombers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Rhongomyniad [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]| [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Using particle lance on bombers.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Damocles[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters using its fast-tracking ion and turbolasers. Using anti-ordinance EM probes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Tyrfing[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters using its fast-tracking ion and turbolasers. Using anti-ordinance EM probes.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Durandal[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters. Using anti-ordinance EM probes[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hauteclaire[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters. Using anti-ordinance EM probes[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Almace[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Caladborg[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Mistilteinn[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Angurvadal[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Goswhit[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Tarnhelm[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dyrnwyn[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Solais[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Pisces[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Serpens[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vulpecula[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Asterope[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cetus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Betelgeuse[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Libra[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Fornax[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs; firing at bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Virgo 1-4 | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Conducting EW on bombers and starfighters; sensor jamming, interfering with enemies’ targeting and fire-control systems.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]TIE/fo Mk III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: ~~408~~ 360[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]TIE/FO-SK[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 16 10[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Task Group Helix: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Under Grand Admiral Rausgeber's direct command. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hera[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Predator[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Pridwen[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class : [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ancile[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Gungnir[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vajra[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vorpal[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nothung[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cortana[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dainsleif[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Hrunting[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Skofnung[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chrysaor[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Jokulsnaut[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Morallta[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Orna[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nagelring[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Adylok[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Leo[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Lyra[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cygnus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ursa[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Corvus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cepheus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Auriga[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Aquila[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Pegasus 1-4 | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]TIE/fo Mk II[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 336[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]TIE/FO-SK[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 16[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kali[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent II[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Unable to move due to gravity well, shields completely down. Hull integrity is at 80%. Firing, deploying all proton torpedo, concussion missile and gravity mines at Skors[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], Krayiss and Mustafars.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Morrigan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Resurgent III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Unable to move due to gravity well, firing on ANS Execubitor, shields gone. Deployed all Concussion Missiles & Proton Torpedos.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Evalach[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Shields down, taking damage. Screening Therapy Command's attacks on FIV Kali. Using tractor-pressor beams against bombers and starfighters.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Svalinn[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Falchion[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Battlecruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Shield down. Last ditch attack by unleashing all its 36x missiles at ANS Execubitor well as creating a final screen to protect FIV Morrigan before it goes down. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ascalon[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Heavy Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sky Piercer[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Halberd[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Artillery Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Escort Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Joyeuse[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Heavy Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Caliburn[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Sabre[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Escort Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Fragarach[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Heavy Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Arondight[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Dagger III[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Escort Frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Heavy Frigates[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Malach[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Attack Wing Four, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Oracle[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Attack Wing Four, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Emissary[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vigilance[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Attack Wing Four, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Clarent[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Picket Corvette, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Forseti[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Attack Wing Four, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Tizona[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Escort Frigates, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Chasseur[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Pack Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Firing on Escort Frigates, Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Madhu[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Gambanteinn[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers on Therapy Command[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Refil[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Picket Corvettes.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Vasilis[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Blitz[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Picket Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Picket Corvettes.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Acamar[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV Achemar | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Achird[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Acrab[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] |[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Eridanus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers on Therapy Command[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Cassiopeia[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers on Therapy Command[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Scorpius[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Picket Corvettes.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] FIV [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Crux[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Uhlan[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]-class Hunter Killer Corvette[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Picket Corvettes.[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Ship Name:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Nereid 1-6 | [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Ship Class:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]FIPV-9 '[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Kerunos[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]' System Patrol Vessel[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] | Conducting EW ; sensor jamming, interfering with enemies’ targeting and fire-control systems. Supporting Chasseurs, firing on Starfighters & Bombers on Alliance Core Fleet. 2 Kerunos left[/SIZE]

~~[SIZE=10pt]TIE Heavy Interceptors[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 16 10 5[/SIZE]~~
~~[SIZE=10pt]TIE/LN Mark IV[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 96 40 20[/SIZE]~~
~~[SIZE=10pt]TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 60 40 20[/SIZE]~~
~~[SIZE=10pt]TIE/fo Mk II[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 336 140 60 20[/SIZE]~~
~~[SIZE=10pt]TIE/FO-SK[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]: 24 12 8[/SIZE]~~
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Rekha Kaarde · Aug 14, 2018

grenades or two, nets. feathers, etc etc
Ship: YT Freighter, built for speed minimal weapons.

Thump

Thump

Pew

PEW

Good Lord

From her right came a quick fire of chirps from R3

"20 percent...ok we can handle that" Rear shield was taking some hits but nothing so bad right now that she was concerned about blowing up. She just didn't know why? Maybe it was latent purgill hate syndrome aka LPHS. She had brought some, and now she was trying to save one sooo...they were taking it out on her. More like her ship but her by association.

R3 acted like he was possessed as his head spun around Rekha didn't have time to look over and see what was making him act so. The chirps were coming faster, "slow DOWN! I can't understand you when get like this....just..." She was yelling at him like he really cared that she was yelling.

The chirps stopped as if R3 was contemplating something like what to say and then she saw it, the purgill was ahead of her drifting slightly its body moved in an odd angle. The way it moved had fascinated her but the gash running down it's side made her want to vomit. She could see the large eyes that seemed to take in everything around them compared to the massiveness of their bodies what a disaster.

In all this destruction there was still elegance to the movements though the way it swam through the black of space missing broken ships as it tried to escape. What a contrast one moment to the next.

The fighter behind her was now targeting the purgill. What the FETH! Wasn't bad enough it was injured this pilot wanted it dead.

Rekha was trying to figure out the best action she didn't think the purgill could protect itself in its weakened state. No sooner had the thought entered her mind when streams of light began to form and fracture all around the purgill. Ut oh!

Oh. She had seen this before, she tilted the yoke down and headed down away as fast as she could push the ship...in the time it took her to get out of the way the purgill disappeared pulling her ship slightly back she pushed the throttle got to keep going forward!!!

She looked back poof. Just like that...so cool and yet so disturbing. The firing on her rear shield stopped too she looked around and saw nothing. What had happened?

R3 bounced up and down explaining that as they had dropped down the fighter had crossed the path of the purgill into the field generated and disappeared with the purgill.

"Wow" There was still a lot going on, but she wasn't equipped to take anyone on, not really. For the first time in all the battles she had come into, she felt useless and unprepared. Her friends were out there fighting and dying.

Odds against her. Strong possibility of death. What are we waiting for?

"ANYONE NEED HELP?" She broadcasted.

Mara D'Lessio Merrill · Aug 14, 2018

OOC/ As it's been four days and the invasion is ending, I'm going to wrap up.

Location: Metrobig Interplanetary Blastport
Objective: Help infuriated Squints secure the port
Allies: ORC
Enemies: FO, [member="Azula Merr"]

The rumbling got louder. By the time Mara's countdown hit thirty seconds, the noise wasn't just physical. Hundreds of minds radiated unnatural and indignant fury, and they were getting closer. She spliced the last few wires and hefted the former turret, now a deeply awkward heavy blaster rifle. To replace the power line, she'd wired in the cell from her coat's comm/translator gear. It wouldn't last long, but 'not long' would be plenty.

Her first shot destroyed the security station's door. Her second was aimed to take out the control panels inside. As turrets and droids went inert, hopefully, she found she didn't have time for a third shot.

Her improvised weapon had just run dry anyway, but time was the critical factor. Because a tidal wave of enraged Squibs rolled down the halls, disassembling the security gear and droids that had been turned against them. She'd seen her share of good salvage and outlaw tech work, but the Squibs stripped everything down in what felt like heartbeats.

She dropped her weapon, ducked back into the interrogation room, and locked the door.

Someone disassembled the lock casually, looked in, snarled something, and carried on. The Squibs had retaken the bulk of their own starport. 'Restore order,' however, would have been a misnomer. Mara jammed a chair under the remains of the lock, and settled down to wait. Nervously.

Very nervously.

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