Electrix
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Post by Electrix on Aug 20, 2016 19:03:08 GMT -8
A Lambda Class Shuttle, The Maleficent, exited hyperspace. It began to transmit First Order landing codes. Electrix seethed with hatred. Dantooine, a Jedi stronghold for generations. The fact it existed infuriated him, but it was not his place to question commands he was given...
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Aug 28, 2016 17:15:56 GMT -8
Cain's cloak distracted Xakire for a split second, just as it was intended. The terrible screech of sparks caused Xakire to wince in discomfort before quickly regaining his composure. Realising how vulnerable he was with his opponent behind him, Xakire spun around discharged a short burst of Force lightning with his left hand. Hoping this would distract Cain, Xakire threw his right-hand lightsaber using the force to guide it towards Cain. Xakire knew the odds were against him if this duel dragged out so was determined to end it quickly with his aggressive and offensive style of fighting.As the sabre left his hand Xakire charged towards Cain not quite sure if his sabre throw had hit its target Xakire used the force to catch his sabre again before unleashing flurry of his lightsabers as he began slashing and stabbing at Cain with both his sabres hoping the speed of his continues attacks would eventually overwhelm his opponent. Cain's distraction had the desired effect. It had served to divert his opponent's attention, even if it was only for a split second. It was enough time for Cain to spring to his feet several meters behind Xakire and prepare for the Sith apprentice's next wave of attacks. Holding his saber at the ready, Cain brought his saber to bear against the short burst of Force Lightning. The wavering red blade absorbed the energy and redirected it away from him. As the lightning ceased, Xakire's lightsaber was already well on it's way towards him. All Cain had time to do was lean backwards as far as he could, aided by the Force. The blade whizzed passed his faceplate, close enough that he could feel the heat from the blade through his helmet. As Cain righted himself, Xakire was pressing the attack once more. The lightsaber that had just been thrown at him was already back in the hand of it's owner and was bearing down on him. Beneath his helmet, Cain gritted his teeth and braced for the incoming attack. Bringing his saber to bear, he began countering and parrying Xakire's attacks, falling into the rhythm of battle. As the two moved, attacking and defending in turn, Cain knew he would have to do something drastic to sway the battle into his favor. Or he had to wear Xakire down, which wouldn't have been too difficult due to the ferocity of his attacks. That kind of speed and strength would give him the advantage off the start, but as the battle progressed, Xakire would wear down. And Cain knew he could outlast him. Cain simply went on the defensive, blocking and parrying Xakire's onslaught. It would only be a matter of time before he could push the offensive against him.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Aug 28, 2016 18:11:40 GMT -8
Sitting upon the Command Chair, Savage merely observed the fight, with a slightly deranged sense of humor.
Xakire's opening attacks were swift and strong, but that in itself was the flaw. Cain, being a more experienced duelist, would see the opportunity to wear Xakire down. And if Xakire kept pressing in such a manner, he would lose. Even with Cain's disadvantage of still recovering from Csilla, he could endure Xakire's onslaught for long enough to find the opportune moment to turn the tide. At this point, however, the duel was of Cain being on the defensive, while Xakire pressed the offense. Only time would tell who would emerge victorious.
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Post by Xakire on Sept 25, 2016 2:36:02 GMT -8
Cain's cloak distracted Xakire for a split second, just as it was intended. The terrible screech of sparks caused Xakire to wince in discomfort before quickly regaining his composure. Realising how vulnerable he was with his opponent behind him, Xakire spun around discharged a short burst of Force lightning with his left hand. Hoping this would distract Cain, Xakire threw his right-hand lightsaber using the force to guide it towards Cain. Xakire knew the odds were against him if this duel dragged out so was determined to end it quickly with his aggressive and offensive style of fighting.As the sabre left his hand Xakire charged towards Cain not quite sure if his sabre throw had hit its target Xakire used the force to catch his sabre again before unleashing flurry of his lightsabers as he began slashing and stabbing at Cain with both his sabres hoping the speed of his continues attacks would eventually overwhelm his opponent. Cain's distraction had the desired effect. It had served to divert his opponent's attention, even if it was only for a split second. It was enough time for Cain to spring to his feet several meters behind Xakire and prepare for the Sith apprentice's next wave of attacks. Holding his saber at the ready, Cain brought his saber to bear against the short burst of Force Lightning. The wavering red blade absorbed the energy and redirected it away from him. As the lightning ceased, Xakire's lightsaber was already well on it's way towards him. All Cain had time to do was lean backwards as far as he could, aided by the Force. The blade whizzed passed his faceplate, close enough that he could feel the heat from the blade through his helmet. As Cain righted himself, Xakire was pressing the attack once more. The lightsaber that had just been thrown at him was already back in the hand of it's owner and was bearing down on him. Beneath his helmet, Cain gritted his teeth and braced for the incoming attack. Bringing his saber to bear, he began countering and parrying Xakire's attacks, falling into the rhythm of battle. As the two moved, attacking and defending in turn, Cain knew he would have to do something drastic to sway the battle into his favor. Or he had to wear Xakire down, which wouldn't have been too difficult due to the ferocity of his attacks. That kind of speed and strength would give him the advantage off the start, but as the battle progressed, Xakire would wear down. And Cain knew he could outlast him. Cain simply went on the defensive, blocking and parrying Xakire's onslaught. It would only be a matter of time before he could push the offensive against him. Realising that his current tactics were failing and Cain was clearly more skilled than Xakire had hoped, he was forced to come up with a new plan. Xakire summoned the Force to push Cain back as far as he could to give Xakire a second of relative peace. Once Xakire had his plan worked out, he took a step back and began taunting his opponent hoping to coerce him into an attack. Although Xakire preferred to get the fight done quickly and aggressively, he knew how to be patient as well.
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Oct 7, 2016 13:26:32 GMT -8
The blast caught Cain off guard. He was hit by the invisible blast and tossed across the bridge. He hit the deck and skidded to a halt. Upon regaining his composure, he rose to his feet and reginited his lightsaber. Now a good distance apart, it was Cain's turn to push the offensive. Xakire was powerful and fast for his size. But Cain had a few tricks up his sleeve. He extended his left hand and felt the air crackle around him as blue-white lightning arced from his clawed fingers and shot towards Xakire at a blinding speed...hopefully to connect with Xakire and give Cain the opening he needed to finish him off...
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Post by Nemo on Oct 9, 2016 13:13:08 GMT -8
Much had happened on Dantooine recently. This usually backwater planet in the middle of nowhere had become a hub of activity for the birth of a new galactic conflict. The First Order had made their first show of force to the galaxy at large and more specifically, the Jedi. Since the collapse of the Republic the Jedi had been working hard to gather resources and restore democracy to the galaxy. The First Order seemed determined to undermine that goal. They had had initial success on isolated planets that had been overlooked by the wider galactic community. They would've even continued that pattern on Dantooine, if not for a small Jedi enclave located on the planet. The Jedi were nothing if thorough and despite the planets remote location and the small base, they were determined to meet this new threat.
Nemo was still stood on the bridge of the Triumph, the battlecruiser that was the flagship for the Alliance fleet. The Jedi had been busy, they have assembled the forces of several world to combat threats such as the First Order. They had committed a significant amount of that support in the counter attack at Dantooine. Something Nemo had his reservations about. Regardless of his personal feelings, he was in command of the fleet and he had been given his mission. The older Human was slowly stroking his beard with his right hand as he watched the swirl of hyperspace through the view screen.
“Ten seconds Sir!”
Let the battle for Dantooine begin, thought the Jedi, who knew his part would be small. He had given control of the fleet over to Admiral Tza'uax who was about to be very busy indeed. The Admiral had checked the fleet roster maybe six times during the hyperspace trip from the rendezvous to make sure he knew exactly what the capabilities of the fleet were. This was especially important since he had limited intel on the enemy fleet and would need to react quickly to their formation.
The Alliance fleet exited hyperspace with shields raised and weapons powered, standard posture for jumping into a warzone. The fleet was arranged in a spherical formation with the larger ships on the front edge, preparing to engage the enemy and the carrier ships furthest away from the planet. The smaller frigates and support ships filled the gaps between the large capital ships to complete the formation. Naturally this meant the Triumph was at the leading edge of the fleet and Nemo had the best view of the planet and the enemy.
The fleet's sensors began pinging everything they could detect around the planet and the reports were flooding into the command centre of the Triumph. As this was happening the fleet was launching the alert fighters as per the Admirals standing orders. Soon the fleet was swarming with fighters of all types waiting for further orders. Soon accurate sensor reports were streaming to Tza's command console and he had enough information to issue orders.
It appeared as if the enemy had a contingent of fourteen capital ships as a sort of rear-guard. They were ready for combat and closer to the normal hyperspace exit point that the rest of the enemy ships. The enemy appeared to still be in the process of transferring assets onto the planet, or having just completed this. Most of their ships were in stationary orbit of the planet around the capital city, though that would change as soon as they detected the Jedi fleet. Another report hit the Admirals console, it was the designation of the 14 capital ships in the enemy rearguard. They had been marked as hostile and it was up to Tza to prioritise them and issue orders. The largest ships were prioritised as the Admiral issued his orders.
“Target the two Pellaeon Destroyers with the entire fleet's arsenal and bring us closer. Order the fighters to begin their attack now. Move the leading edge of the fleet closer to the enemy for better accuracy.”
Every available directed energy weapon that was able to fire from the fleet's capital ships targeted either one of the large Pellaeon Star Destroyers for continuous fire. This was a considerable amount of energy being poured into these targets, not something many Admirals would commit to. Tza had marked the largest ships in the rearguard as a priority, followed by the Victory-class destroyers. He hoped to defeat the enemy rearguard swiftly and then move on the draw the main fleet away from the planet.
The Starfighters began their attack by flying out of the firing arcs of the main capital ships of the fleet. They would then be able to meet the enemy from the flanks and commence their own attack with their torpedoes. The fleet's missile compliment began the battle with their own style of volley fire. Over four hundred and fifty torpedoes and missiles were fired at the two enemy Pellaeons with all of their impacts timed to within a two second window. It was an impressive salvo, even if Tza had to admit it himself.
The Admiral was sent a report from the long range sensors on the status of the planetary forces. It appeared as if the shield protecting Garang had fallen. How long it had been down for was unknown but the enemy were more than likely pressing their attack on the ground. The fleet had managed to contact the forces on the ground so they were still operational but an exact status report had not been forthcoming.
“Shift Squadron two to the starboard side of the formation and continue the attack.”
Most of the Second Squadron of capital ships was on the starboard side of the fleet formation, only a slight change of positions was necessary. This meant they were marginally closer to the planet than the port side of the formation. Something that Tza hoped to use to his advantage later. In the meantime the communications team on the flagship contained to the and raise the defenders in Garang.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 10, 2016 7:12:24 GMT -8
Supreme Commander, we have hyperspace signatures approaching!
Nicademus awoke from his thoughts at the report from his sensory officer. The Imperial would approach the console, examining what the officer was indicating; seems the Jedi had more than he had anticipated. That unidentified ship from before... it must have been scouting vessel as he thought it was. His eyes continue to view the console as the signatures continued to multiply and converge onto Dantooine. The Imperial turns to his communication's officer as he began to feel this was the clash that the Supreme Commander was waiting for.
Send a communication to the Resurgence in the Dubrillion system. Give them a thirty minute countdown before jumping for Dantooine!
Yes, Supreme Commander!
Tighten our formation and prepare to break orbit if necessary. Send a message to the High Admiral-
The klaxons blared all of sound, drowning out Nicademus's voice as the Alliance fleet entered the Dantooine system. His eyes turned to the side of the viewport that allow his vision to see some of the fleet on approach. His rearguard was too small to hold against such a opponent without heavy losses. He had been too focused upon ground operations to peel more ships from the orbiting fleet to reinforce his rearguard. The Supreme Commander did not let his calm turn into anxiety nor anything to cloud his judgment as he spurred himself into action.
Order the rearguard to fall back in good order. Have High Admiral Savage link up with the main fleet. We will break orbit and move to intercept the High Admiral's command and regroup. Begin that countdown for the arrival of our reinforcements from Dubrillion! We hold here, men of the First Order! Today, we make the galaxy fear our Imperial resurgence and tremble before our might! Make every shot count!
The activity on the bridge surged forth as the main fleet orbiting Dantooine broke off and moved to rejoin the rearguard which had been ordered to fallback in good order and stay in formation. The Supreme Commander knew that the High Admiral would perform his duty well in ensuring the two sections were regrouped in order to move against the Rebel Alliance fleet. Orders were being shifted across the board as patrolling squadrons were put on red alert and more wings were deployed for battle.
Including the available ships of the rearguard, the invading Imperial Fleet numbered around thirty warships of various classes and a hundred of thirty-seven squadrons, that made up close to twenty-three wings of Imperial starfighters. Nicademus knew the scales should easily tip if the Resurgence arrived with an additional fourteen ships. Yet his eyes were glued upon the obvious elephant in the room; the Mediator-class Battlecruiser. The ship that could surely match the Resurgence in firepower and armor. The Supreme Commander thought for a moment where the Jedi had gotten such firepower?! The Republic had fallen and surely a number of its fleets were disbanded. Whoever led the Jedi was truly charismatic if he or she could assemble such a fleet on short notice.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 10, 2016 20:38:43 GMT -8
Dantooine. Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer Ironsword. Minutes before Alliance Fleet arrival.
Savage was still seated in his command chair, observing the fight progressing between his current and former apprentice. It was more or less a stalemate at this point. But both were displaying their strengths quite well. And covering their weakness adequately. But before he could focuse solely on the duel, Rampant Savage's avatar sprang to life on the pedestal near his chair.
"Forgive the intrusion, my lord. But our long range sensors have detected multiple hyperspace exit vectors several thousand kilometers ahead of us. They should be arriving within the next sixty seconds."
With this news, Savage's laid back, seemingly lazy demeanor changed instantly. He stood up straighter and looked more alert than he had a few moments ago.
"Prepare for contact. Have all stations report in and set condition one throughout the ship. I want all fighters that aren't out, prepped and ready. Make sure all shields are powered up and all weapon systems are hot."
The A.I's ghostly avatar bowed.
"Understood. I've already triple checked all stations, but I will run one more check just to be sure."
The A.I's avatar dissipated from the pedestal as klaxons rang and warning lights flashed. Savage rose to his feet, and hollered down to his apprentices still engaged in combat.
"ENOUGH! Lord Dracus, Lord Xakire, stand down NOW! Your little challenge will have to be postponed for the time being..."
Alarms sounded, alerting the rearguard ships of the incoming enemy ships. Savage glanced out the main viewport, feeling a twinge within the Force...at the enemy fleet exited hyperspace. He simply stared for a moment.
The First Order had managed to build itself up within the last few months. Conquering worlds and amassing a large fleet. And they had expected to move relatively unopposed, but this was a bad sign. Clearly someone had gotten wind of an Imperial resurgence. Because the fleet he was now seeing arrayed before him was a response to the First Order's bold invasion of Dantooine. An organized response. With the collapse of the Republic, he doubted there were many systems capable of assembling any sort of resistance on a large scale. Clearly he had been very wrong, judging by the size of the enemy's response. Just another sign of Imperial arrogance. Or ignorance. Either way, they had underestimated what sort of opposition the could potentially face. And now the true extent of it was staring him down.
Rampant's voice broke him out of his thoughts.
"Sir. The enemy is more organized then anticipated. They are launching fighters and preparing to fire on our position."
Savage's stomach churned.
The rearguard of the First Order fleet wasn't equipped to stand against a fleet that size. Not on its own, at any rate. Savage admitted he liked facing daunting odds, but this was suicide.
"Incoming attack! Every energy weapon on that fleet is firing on our position. The enemy has also launched a massive barrage of missiles and torpedoes!"
That was all he needed to hear to span him back into the present.
"Maintain formation! Divert all power from non-essential systems to the forward deflectors. Have all ships of the rearguard follow suit..-"
Rampant then interrupted.
"The Supreme Commander is ordering the entire rearguard to fall back and link up with the rest of the fleet. Orders?"
Thinking quickly, Savage thought of the best possible way to counter and retreat at the same time.
"Have all Vindicators under my command fire their point defense laser and ion cannons as a flak screen. See if we can reduce the damage those missiles and torpedoes can do. Have all other ships prepare to fire everything we've got in response, as we begin to fall back. And brace for impact. There isn't much we can do against the incoming turbolaser and ion fire. Anywhere you can commit some of your cycles to keep up our accuracy and regulate our shields, do so. Keep us pointed this way and have us move full reverse. Alternate our fire with the Damocles. Blanket these bastards as we cover our retreat!"
The A.I bowed and his avatar dissipated from the pedestal. Savage sat back down angrily and watched the countdown timer tick away the seconds until the enemy attack impacted with his ships...
The ten Vindicator-Class Heavy Cruisers were formed up in a wedge shape, staggered behind and beneath the two Pellaeons and Vic II's. This gave them a nice line of fire to blanket the space between to two fleets with point defense laser and ion fire, creating a screen to cut down as many incoming projectiles as possible. The ion fire would disable as many missiles as it could and the laser fire would cause both torpedo and missile alike to explode prematurely when hit. As the screen began to form, the missiles and torpedoes met the defensive measure. Explosions began to dot the space ahead of the First Order rearguard, somewhat shielding the ships from the incoming projectiles. The incoming turbolaser and ion barrage, however, would not be slowed in such a fashion. The lances of energy would pass through the screen unaffected and meet their targets. The shots would ripple across the shields of the rearguard ships, weakening them with each consecutive impact. Even as the First Order rearguard began to slowly fall back, slowly lessening the effects of the barrage, it still wasn't fast enough. With the two Pellaeons, Ironwsord and Damocles being the two ships further ahead of the rest, they were taking the majority of the punishment. Due to their narrower target profile from the front, the widespread barrage wouldn't cripple the ships as quickly, but the First Order ships needed to get out of the line of fire soon, because their shields wouldn't hold forever. As the barrage of energy weapons loosed from the Rebel ships hammered the rearguard, the A.I construct aboard the High Admiral's command ship, Ironsword was doing everything in its power to regulate and fine tune power distribution for the shields of the rearguard. Having linked with the entirety of the rearguard, Rampant Savage was managing the power flow to the shields as well as increasing the accuracy of the Vindicators defensive screen. As the ships fell back, the weapon batteries began to fire back towards the enemy fleet. With both Pellaeons firing the majority of their weapons, the two Victory II's joined in as best they could, while the Vindicators covered their retreat. Shields flared and sputtered. Shots began punching through, tearing into the hull plating. Hull breaches began to explosively decompress into space. Despite the best efforts of the High Admiral, the rearguard was going to be torn apart under the entirety of the Rebel Alliance's firepower, even if they were in full retreat...
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Oct 12, 2016 20:58:25 GMT -8
*So they had at last struck, this "First Order," revealing themselves and their new digs. Aerandir had been right to prepare, traveling between and contacting the most important systems in order to pull them together into this little Alliance. He'd had help, lots of it, especially in those areas outside of his own expertise. They had the systems, the people, the ships. And just in time. The Empire—or "First Order"—wouldn't know what hit them.
They'd chosen Dantooine as the stage of their grand unveiling. So, it would all start here, then? In a way, it was almost home field advantage for the Alliance. Except they'd lost contact with the Jedi Enclave there; and Aerandir had sensed their lights snuffed out, just like with Deralia.
Jacob was here. He could sense it. He had much to answer to.
Aerandir stood with his men aboard the hangar of one of the capital ships, the Republic-class Star Destroyer Sword of Rendili. Some three thousand troops were preparing for deployment into a war zone, troops that had for some time served under Aerandir; many here had even been present at the liberation of Kashyyyk. But unlike that conquest, they weren't diving into a battlefield with the enemy in disarray. No, this foe had the advantage, and much more organization; he would have known that simply by knowing Jacob pledged his support to them.
The Jedi marched through the hangar, adorned in his white, black, and gray robes, examining his men. Behind him strode his Padawan and sister Michelle, contrasting her brother's appearance by dressing in civilian clothing, as typical. Her blue eyes scanned the scene, occasionally peering out into the vastness of space, separated from them only by a simple shield. On the other end, she could see Dantooine looming.
It had been some time since the atmosphere of war hung over the galaxy. She had been involved at the battle of Kashyyyk, even found herself in the clutches of one of the Sith there, but the situation there had been quite different: The Jedi had basically been assured victory. This? This was uncertainty. Neither side knew much about the other. The assault on Dantooine had been sudden, and now they were here to respond.
In a way, it excited her, but at the same time she worried about the fates of those around her, those not present, and all those in the galaxy whose fates hinged on victory in the grand scheme of things. And herself... not for her sake, but her brother's. Obviously she didn't want to die, but more so she didn't want her brother to suffer the loss of another Padawan. But she was ready for battle. She'd pushed herself from a young age in her training, vowing not to suffer Jamie's fate. She was strong, agile, and sharp. She was here to serve in any capacity she could within her ability.
The two were not the only Jedi present: About thirty Jedi Knights from across the galaxy were on board, a counter to the First Order's likely repertoire of Sith, Imperial Knights, and these "Knights of Ren" they would finally get to meet face-to-face. They were divided amongst the troops, acting as defenders of varying units, hopefully to enable them a stronger fighting chance against whatever they were up against.*
"Men!" *barked out a commanding voice from the human male marching up and down the hangar: Commander Nad, longtime veteran of this particular military.* "A new enemy has shown their face: The 'First Order'! Their definition of 'order' must be a bit skewed. Today, we'll force them to reevaluate not only their name choice, but their devotion to this 'cause.' We'll show them that we will not sit by and allow them to tarnish and subjugate the galaxy! We will be there every step of the way until they fall!" *All troops present, even a handful of the Jedi, offered up a unanimous cheer. Nad continued,* "We may have lost the Enclave, but we have not lost the planet! An animal is most dangerous when cornered! They will learn this the hard way!"
*The crowd let out another cheer. Even Michelle felt fired up, but she'd had quite the fire within, ever since learning that this "Soku Ren" was a fallen former Councilor of Deralia... and that he had led the charge to level the Temple there. She was not happy about hearing her old home had been ravaged, and people she had known all her life suddenly murdered. Nothing would bring them back, but they had to prevent this from happening again.
And she'd do everything in her power to ensure that.*
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Post by Nemo on Oct 14, 2016 9:37:44 GMT -8
Tza'uax watched the effect of his initial attack, half through the viewport and half through the sensor data. He smiled as he saw the response from the enemy. The nearest group of ships were reversing away and returning fire as the fleet near the planet was moving to join up with them. The Admiral had been looking forward to giving the so-called First Order a good kicking, ever since he heard rumours of their activity on Agamar. That out of the way, Agri-world meant more to Tza than the planet he was currently fighting for. It had given him his first commission, first fleet and first reason to fight. He would find out what was happening on Agamar eventually. For now he only had sketchy reports and a battle to fight.
The enemy rearguard commander was clearly capable as he organised the best defence he could. Unfortunately he had been put in a disadvantageous position and the Alliance would take full advantage. Shields across the fleet flickered as the scattered return fire hit back from the First Order destroyers. This attack was little more than a distraction for the fleet Captains and did little to stop the advance of the fleet.
“Take the fleet to optimum firing distance and then hold us there until further notice.”
The enemy was withdrawing in reverse and had no hope of being able to outrun the Alliance fleet with their rear thrusters. There wasn't a ship in the fleet that wouldn't be able to match or exceed the rearguards full reverse speed. Tza was conscious of the rest of the First Order fleet that was currently peeling away from the planet to join their comrades. They would be late!
“Order the interceptor squadrons to target the enemy starfighters with extreme prejudice and divert all the bombers to begin targeting those Vindicator Cruisers. Fire another missile volley at the Pellaeon's.”
“Admiral, may I make a suggestion?”
Nemo spoke up for the first time since entering the system. He had been quietly contemplating, almost meditating while standing near the starboard side of the bridge viewscreen. He had broken his silence and turned to the Falleen Admiral and walked closer to emphasis his point.
“I always have time to hear your suggestions Master Nemo, go ahead.”
“I believe you should focus your attached on the port-side destroyer. I am getting a dark feeling from that one, it is likely the command ship of this little flotilla.”
“Belay my last order, have the fleet target the next missile volley on the Pelleaon Destroyer marked by Master Nemo.”
Tza nodded towards his friend and mentor as he marked the 'Ironsword' as the sole target of the next volley of missiles and torpedoes. This volley was slightly reduced in number, only four hundred and thirty two missiles and torpedoes as the Retribution had experienced a slight malfunction in her torpedo fire control system and they had to reboot the system. Tza doubted this would be much consolation for the crew of the Ironsword. The fleet's main battery fire continued with only the loss of one turbolaser from the Bloodhawk, a victim of a penetrating hit from the enemy.
“Sir, you have a priority message on your console.”
The Chief Communications Officer drew the Admiral's attention to a message marked as urgent that the ship had received from the Revenant. The frigate was equipped with an advanced communications system and had been monitoring the enemy since the fleet had entered the system. The message was a priority call from Commander Miri Stoma.
“Admiral, we have been monitoring the enemy communications, nothing out of the ordinary so far. Just coded messages passed from ship to ship. However approximately three minutes ago the enemy sent a long-range transmission out of the system. We were unable to jam the frequency in time and due to the nature of the message we are unable to decrypt it. I can tell you it came from the Imperious-class Destroyer near the planet and I will soon be able to give you a list of possible destination systems.”
Tza gritted his teeth and clunched his right hand tightly around the armrest of his chair. He had taken a risk not jamming all communications when he entered the system. However most good commanders would have planned for their communication to be knocked out and the fleet really did need to establish contact with Garang. He had hoped the crew of the Revenant would be able to jam any long range hyperwave transmissions but this was clearly his first mistake.
“Thank you Commander, continue with your standing orders.” Tza disconnected the transmission as the Commander saluted. “The enemy have signalled for reinforcements, we must press our number advantage for as long as possible. Signal the reserve group to move towards a polar orbit of the planet and stand by for reserve plan B.”
The Reserve group currently comprised of the three fleet carriers, two Warrior Gunships and three of the ShaShore-class Frigates. On board the carriers was the majority of the fleets reserve fighters and the workshops that would allow the fleets fighter compliment to continue to operate during a prolonged battle. Tza did not want to lose these ships, they would be crucial for his post-battle plan. The eight ships of the reserve group began moving behind the main fleet, away from their hyperspace exit point towards a point several million kilometres above the north pole of the planet. If they continued unopposed they would establish an extremely high orbit of the planet at that distance.
Tza sat and began to plot his next big move as he watched his fighter formations. Having already moved to the flanks of the Alliance fleet, the fighters further split to intercept their enemy targets. The interceptors began scanning for enemy fighters and began hunter-killer manoeuvres. The heavy starfighters and bombers began their missions, targeting the two Vindicator-class Heavy cruisers on the flanks of the enemy formations. Tza silently wished them the best of luck as he gazed at the ever approaching planet.
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Post by Electrix on Oct 18, 2016 10:43:10 GMT -8
The Maleficent stayed in orbit, awaiting further orders...
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 25, 2016 16:43:26 GMT -8
Dantooine's Orbit. First Order Rearguard currently engaged with enemy fleet. Pellaeon Class Star Destroyer Ironsword.
Sitting on his raised command chair, overlooking the rest of the bridge, High Admiral Savage gripped the armrests of his seat tightly. The massive Star Destroyer shook and shuddered under the barrage it now endured. He was deep in thought, running through every single battle plan he had ever concocted, trying to find a way to counter the enemy barrage that now hammered away at his beleaguered vessels. That was when the ghostly avatar of the ship's A.I popped up on the pedestal next to his chair, breaking him from these thoughts.
"Sire, initial damage reports. All ships have sustained damage, though we are still operating at 95% efficiency. The enemy's initial salvo of missiles and torpedoes fell victim to our flak screen. Only a few dozen made it through. And of that few dozen, only a handful cause any lasting damage. All weapons of our rearguard are cycling energy at 110% operational capacity, much greater than original tests indicated. And so far I am managing the rearguard's power distribution, targeting and overall operational efficiency. Under this much strain, I have sacrificed several of my non-essential sub routines to compensate for any lost computing cycles...."
The A.I paused for a moment, then spoke once more, having received new intel.
"It would appear as though the entirety of the enemy fleet has directed its focus more specifically to the Ironsword. Sensors indicate a 32% increase in enemy fire deliberately directed towards us..."
Savage held up a hand, silencing the A.I, as his eyes fluttered closed. He began to delve through the Force, tuning out all of those around him and directing his mental focus towards the enemy fleet. As the ship continued to shake and shudder under sustained enemy fire, his eyes fluttered open. Savage's lip curled into a sneer.
"There are Jedi among the fleet..."
The A.I then posed a question.
"Jedi, sir? What is the relevance of this discovery?"
Savage smiled, surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.
"There is no relevance...yet. But if the Jedi are here, that means they are desperate to stop the First Order from spreading. This battle is about to get much more interesting. Tell me, Rampant, do you have a copy of comm package Zhaboka still stored in your databanks?"
The A.I thought for a moment, then grinned.
"Of course sire. Would you like me to beam it to the enemy fleet?"
A smug look of satisfaction crossed the High Admiral's tattooed face.
"Prep the package and prepare to send it. But wait for my command..."
As the Ironsword became the focus of heavy enemy fire, the Damocles along with the rest of the rearguard, seemed to face less focused fire. As the enemy fighters made their way towards the Vindicators of the rearguard, First Order fighters greeted them, having been prepped and sent out before the enemy fleet had arrived. With the fighters intercepting the enemy fighters and bombers, the Vindicators were saved, though only momentarily, from the bombardment by the enemy. It was truly a sight to behold. Fighters danced back and forth, exchanging bursts of laser fire as the larger capital ships exchanged blows. Though the rearguard was outmatched in both numbers and firepower, High Admiral Savage was a devious individual when it came to evening the playing field. And all he needed to do was to buy the rearguard enough time to link up with the rest of the First Order fleet. Back on the bridge, the High Admiral continued to issues orders, even as the ships under his command were beginning to buckle and burn under the enemy's onslaught.
"Rampant, is the comm package ready?"
The A.I's response was swift.
"It is ready to be sent at your command."
Savage steeped his fingers together, either elbow still resting on the armrest of his chair. He nodded in acknowledgement, then spoke.
"Keep sweeping the enemy fleet for anomalies once the package is away. Once the enemy fire falters and lessens while the virus takes hold of their systems, have the rearguard ships come about and make best speed for the rest of the fleet. Full reverse will not get us there fast enough. Once our ships come about, I want all reserve fighters sent out to cover our retreat."
The A.I bowed in acknowledgment.
"Of course sire."
It was a risky gamble, but a gamble that would ultimately pay off for the rearguard if it were to succeed. And if it failed, they were no worse off than they currently were. Savage sat up straighter, watching the flak screen outside the main viewscreen light up with explosions as the enemy fired another salvo of missiles and torpedoes at them, more specifically directed at the Ironsword. The flak screen being produced by the ten Vindicators under the High Admiral's command, compensated their firing solutions to match the shift in firing pattern against them. Shields were being managed more directly by Rampant's subroutines, though even that was only a delaying tactic. Another heavy barrage from the enemy and several ships would become extremely vulnerable as shields failed completely. But for now, Savage issued the command to Rampant.
"Send comm package Zhaboka out to the enemy fleet on all unencrypted channels. Disguise it at a plea for surrender. As soon as they receive it, they'll be in for a surprise..."
The A.I acknowledged the order.
"Aye sir. Sending out Zhaboka on all unencrypted channels to the enemy fleet, disguised as a surrender plea."
And with that, Zhaboka was on it's way to the enemy fleet, disguised at a surrender plea from the ships of the rearguard. Though it was much more sinister then a simple plea to surrender. Zhaboka was comm package that contained an infiltrator virus algorithm designed to mutate upon being received. It was specifically designed to corrupt and alter any subsequent system it came into contact with after being received. Though it was a short lived virus, it was capable of slipping past most firewalls and light encryption systems. Once received by the enemy fleet, it would disrupt comms, sensors and target acquisition protocols. And it would work quickly, disrupting, and even in some cases, corrupting enemy firing solutions, allowing them to fire upon themselves for a time. Though only viable with a ten minute lifespan, the virus would serve to temporarily cripple the enemy's abilities to speak, see and fire upon the rearguard. And if it did its job correctly, that was all the time the High Admiral needed to turn his ships around and link up with the Supreme Commander and the rest of the First Order fleet. Though, only time would tell if this one-time-only tactic would work...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 30, 2016 20:31:08 GMT -8
The Supreme Commander moves away from the viewport as the battle over Dantooine begins to ensue. A communication's officer reports that their long-range transmissions are being jammed, but the transmission to the Resurgence was successful. Nicademus could only hope that Harnan gets the transmission soon and brings their reinforcements to spring the necessary trap. He takes a seat in his command chair as the holomap of the battlefield surrounding his flagship unfolded. Grips appear and the holo-images of various ships appear as well. The Supreme Commander is surrounded by his senior staff, veterans of various campaigns within the Imperial Sector and the Unknown Region. They were entirely comprised of Humans and Chiss, men and women who had done their duty to the First Order and were graded as top-ranked strategists and advisers for Nicademus.
The Supreme Commander reviews their position, noting three major groupings. The rearguard, which Viox Savage commanded, was situated to the left of his flagship, making up one flank of their battlefleet. To the right, aboard the Star Destroyer, Nemesis, was Admiral Titus, who commanded some ships as a sub-battlegroup. With things set up the way they were, the Supreme Commander felt confident in the ability of his commanders and his crews. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, as all eyes from his senior staff were upon him, even a holo-image of Admiral Titus, who stood to the right of him. Nicademus keys an open frequency throughout his fleet.
Gentlemen and Ladies, this will be our finest hour. We will show this rebel scum the true might of our war machine and strike fear deep into their ranks! You have all gathered experiences and trained ceaselessly for this very day, for this very moment! You are the pride of the First Order, the cream of her ranks and true Imperials. The First Order is you and you are the First Order! Forward to victory! Forward to glory! Forward for the First Order!
With a simple speech made to his crews, Nicademus settled into his command chair and began to plan out his approach for this battle. He remains calm and quiet for now, letting thoughts roll through his mind without delay or hesitation. He examined previous tactics and traditional ones, pondering on the best way to counter the oncoming threat and hold out till the Imperial reinforcements from Dubrillion.
We will focus our turbolasers on the forward ships of the enemy fleet, try to punch holes through their lines. If we can break apart their offensive, we can utilize our bomber squadrons to sneak through their gaps and strike hard at their vitals. Order the fighter squadrons to be alert of any torpedo salvos and respond to their launch. Keep their fighters at bay with our defensive capabilities and our pilot's skills.
It was too early in the battle to attempt certain tactics. Nicademus would see how the initial engagements went with the Rebel Alliance fleet before changing his tactics and adjusting his strategy. Best to start this out easy before getting too complex.
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Post by Aeryn Morningstar on Jan 12, 2017 2:43:57 GMT -8
* Aeryn was behind the control of the Imperial Shuttle as it broke orbit and entered space over Dantooine. He quickly sends orbital command his security codes and the reason for his departure. After receiving the green light to exit the sector, Aeryn activates the hyper drive and the ship is out of sight in the blink of an eye*
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Post by Electrix on Jan 28, 2017 11:05:16 GMT -8
The Maleficent jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 13, 2017 17:56:50 GMT -8
Nicademus sits within his command chair upon his flagship. At the moment, his eyes were closed, but not because he was asleep, but rather the Imperial was thinking. Mentally exhausted from the recent and enduring clash with the Rebel Alliance fleet, the Supreme Commander had used as much of the book of strategy as possible, only to achieve heavy casualties upon the foe, with heavy losses to his own fleet. What began as a dynamic battle over Dantooine between the two fleets ended in a war of attrition before the Imperials were ordered to back off and regroup. The Imperial's eyes would open as a cough was heard, indicating the presence of an officer with a report in his hands. Nicademus quietly takes, examining its contents.
We lost the Resilient and the Intrepid as well as the Goliath and the Dominion...
Yes, Supreme Commander. A number of ships are heavily damaged as well, most of them do not even have shields or online weaponry. What ships we do have remaining at a remote operational status wouldn't last more than a few maneuvers before being rendered useless, Sir.
Thank you, Ensign.
Four Star Destroyers and at least another ten to fifteen support ships were lost in the engagement against the Rebel Alliance fleet. It was a heavy price to pay, yet as Nicademus looks out at the once beautiful Dantooine to see great fires where settlements once were and a planet scarred by total war, he knew it was just the right price to deprive the Rebels of this planet. The Jedi Order upon this world was reported to be extinguished, Garang was in ruin and leagues upon leagues of farm were scorched and charred. It was a Pyrrhic Victory at best; the First Order's fleet was rendered unable to counter with another offensive. Yet the Imperial Army was still able to conduct its own operations and achieve its goals for Dantooine.
As Nicademus relaxed his mind, an alert went off as his flagship was hailed. An officer examines the transmission before turning to the idle Imperial.
Supreme Commander, we are getting a transmission from a rebel ship. The communicator is... Jedi Master Nemo. The message states; to the Imperial Commander, we wish to offer you a truce and a ceasefire. The damage done to us is great and we must end this fighting. If you agree to this, we will allow your soldiers to depart Dantooine and your fleet to leave the system without harassment.
Nicademus props his chin up with his fist as he pondered. Well at least they found out who the enemy commander was, a Jedi Master apparently. His abilities must have given the Rebel fleet an edge throughout this entire engagement, but not enough of an edge to prevent the devastation of Dantooine. The Imperial knew he could not continue with this campaign. Dantooine was a failure and success; the planet was thoroughly devastated, but his fleet had failed in securing the supremacy over Dantooine's space. He was a smart man and knew this was a good offer.
Relay a message back, confirm this ceasefire and send out an order for our army to withdraw. We are pulling out of this system and returning to Imperial Space!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 22:54:50 GMT -8
Nicademus sits within his command chair upon his flagship. At the moment, his eyes were closed, but not because he was asleep, but rather the Imperial was thinking. Mentally exhausted from the recent and enduring clash with the Rebel Alliance fleet, the Supreme Commander had used as much of the book of strategy as possible, only to achieve heavy casualties upon the foe, with heavy losses to his own fleet. What began as a dynamic battle over Dantooine between the two fleets ended in a war of attrition before the Imperials were ordered to back off and regroup. The Imperial's eyes would open as a cough was heard, indicating the presence of an officer with a report in his hands. Nicademus quietly takes, examining its contents.We lost the Resilient and the Intrepid as well as the Goliath and the Dominion...Yes, Supreme Commander. A number of ships are heavily damaged as well, most of them do not even have shields or online weaponry. What ships we do have remaining at a remote operational status wouldn't last more than a few maneuvers before being rendered useless, Sir.Thank you, Ensign.Four Star Destroyers and at least another ten to fifteen support ships were lost in the engagement against the Rebel Alliance fleet. It was a heavy price to pay, yet as Nicademus looks out at the once beautiful Dantooine to see great fires where settlements once were and a planet scarred by total war, he knew it was just the right price to deprive the Rebels of this planet. The Jedi Order upon this world was reported to be extinguished, Garang was in ruin and leagues upon leagues of farm were scorched and charred. It was a Pyrrhic Victory at best; the First Order's fleet was rendered unable to counter with another offensive. Yet the Imperial Army was still able to conduct its own operations and achieve its goals for Dantooine.
As Nicademus relaxed his mind, an alert went off as his flagship was hailed. An officer examines the transmission before turning to the idle Imperial.Supreme Commander, we are getting a transmission from a rebel ship. The communicator is... Jedi Master Nemo. The message states; to the Imperial Commander, we wish to offer you a truce and a ceasefire. The damage done to us is great and we must end this fighting. If you agree to this, we will allow your soldiers to depart Dantooine and your fleet to leave the system without harassment.Nicademus props his chin up with his fist as he pondered. Well at least they found out who the enemy commander was, a Jedi Master apparently. His abilities must have given the Rebel fleet an edge throughout this entire engagement, but not enough of an edge to prevent the devastation of Dantooine. The Imperial knew he could not continue with this campaign. Dantooine was a failure and success; the planet was thoroughly devastated, but his fleet had failed in securing the supremacy over Dantooine's space. He was a smart man and knew this was a good offer.Relay a message back, confirm this ceasefire and send out an order for our army to withdraw. We are pulling out of this system and returning to Imperial Space! An unknown number of days before...Over a week ago, the battle had waged in Naboo orbit between the Rebel Alliance and the First Order, shattering the relative peace of the neutral system. Out of that horrific battle, only several hundred sentients had emerged alive on both sides - among them, the pirate Jashin Rau, who had managed to escape with a vital piece of intelligence. He couldn't have known that the battle would thrust him - a truly unknown figure - onto the greater galactic stage. Nor could he have foreseen the intense scrutiny he would be put under as both sides of the war effort sought to find him. Understandably, he had left his friends with due haste, reluctant to ask them for help, or to drag them into what was quickly becoming a truly dangerous affair.No, he would bear this load himself. And, though he didn't know how to contact the Alliance - safely enough for him not to be killed anyway; he WAS a pirate - he did know that the Jedi helped the Alliance. And so, he had headed for Dantooine, thinking that if he simply left the memory crystal in the hands of the Jedi, that they would relay it to the proper hands. So, acquiring a second-hand Stalwart-class freighter by, shall we say, less than legal means - he had promptly made the jump to hyperspace, heading for Dantooine, the only world within range that he knew of to contain a Jedi presence...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The hyperspace exit alarm beeped insistently, startling Jashin awake in the pilot's chair. He had slept fitfully, having wrestled with the decision to leave his new friends on Naboo (and his life debt) - and already he was doubting whether or not he had chosen correctly. But it was too late to turn back. Wiping sleep from his eyes, his hands ran over the controls of the unfamiliar craft. With a needle-like hull and dagger shaped wings, the freighter was only nineteen meters long, and, to Jashin at least, handled far more like an oversized assault fighter than a proper freighter. Still, the ship was wickedly fast, its twin wing mounted engines and class one hyperdrive getting Jahsin where he needed to go at speed. And that, was all that mattered; the sooner this was done and over, the sooner he could relax and stop looking over his back for a Knight of Ren or some Alliance Operative. Kark, he could handle Zordo the Hutt and the gangster Al Massat - but karking empires? That was too much heat for this pirate.Reaching out and pulling the lever for the alluvial dampers, Jashin fought to stifle a yawn as the swirling blue of hyperspace disappeared, the Stalwart exiting into realspace with a flash...
Right into an active warzone.Before him a squadron of TIE/FO fighters engaged X-wings in a dogfight, the actinic flash of lasers filling his viewscreen, their neon light casting a macabre light show before his eyes. Here and there, explosions thumped soundlessly in the void of space; and, like some vast behemoths, a pair of massive First Order Star Destroyers engaged a Mon Calamari Star Cruiser. "Karking son of a kriffing force using Gamorean loving - " Jashin cursed (quite literally) like a pirate as he spun the freighter into a dizzying spin, pressing the nose of the craft downward, and frantically hit the controls on his IFF comm emitter: not that declaring himself a neutral entity would do him any good. In battle, everything and anything was a target. Hell, even as he spun, point defense cannons oriented on his freighter, and a squadron of TIE's peeled off from the fight to engage him. "Oh, kark. Kark, kark kark kark!" The Stalwart shuddered as laser cannon blasts impacted across the freighter, the shields draining alarmingly fast - the sheer force of the salvo making the ship shudder under the fire. He had emerged more or less in the middle of all of it (of course, confound his bad luck!) with Dantooine proper about a minute at sublight away.Seeing no alternative he rerouted all power to engines - even weapons and life support - only leaving the shields untouched. The ship surged, and he felt himself sink into his flight chair from the acceleration, despite the inertial compensators. The freighter was lightly armed, with only a single double laser cannon mounted in a half turret on the nose; the ship relying on sheer speed to get it out of sticky situations such as this. And, for a long moment, Jashin thought that speed might be enough; the shuddering died down to a halt, the shields slowly regenerated, and the planet loomed ahead as the TIE fighters dropped behind.BEEP"Oh...ohhh no..." Jashin whispered, the beeping intensifying as he stared in abject horror at the sensor panel. The TIE fighters had dropped away for a good reason; one of the Star Destroyers had launched an interceptor missile at him. Frantically, Jashin juked and spun, trying in vein to shake the missile lock, the beeping only growing louder and faster all the while. Slamming a fist down on the countermeasures console, the freighter deployed its flares...all four of them. "Son of a kark! Who doesn't refill the flare dispenser? Huh!? You fill it FOR EXACTLY THIS SITUATION, KARK IT!" Screamed Jashin, diving towards the planet.An enormous crash - the ship tumbling through the atmosphere of Dantooine as a massive explosion sent the ship careening out of all control. The shields overloading, the consoles sparked and surged, filling the air with smoke and flames. Thrown against his harness, the last thing Jashin saw was his reflection in the viewport - before his head smacked against it.From below, the inhabitants of Dantooine, waging their war, would see one more streak of flame join the sky.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 22:03:01 GMT -8
Also an unknown number of days earlier...
The needle-like form of a Stalwart-class freighter jumped out of hyperspace with a blue actinic flash, the pilot pushing the engines and rerouting power from weapons to shields. Not ten minutes earlier the ship had contacted the Alliance and First Order fleets in orbit, transmitting diplomatic codes: in quick response, alternative flight vectors and jump coordinates were relayed, and, as a result, the Stalwart exited into a region of *relatively* safe space.
An astounding sight was to greet the crew of the freighter, though, easily seen through the ships viewports. A great battle took place not far by sublight, between First Order and Alliance forces. Great wrecks spun through space, radioactive fires burned, the motionless dead twisting in space - and still the war was being fought. Despite heavy losses on both sides, the Order and the Alliance fought a horrific battle of attrition, with reinforcements jumping in to refill the ranks of exhausted fleets even as their brethren died around them. Casualties were already estimated to be upward of eighty percent for both sides - guaranteeing that whoever won this world would do so in such empty and hollow terms as to be considered pyrrhic.
The source of these two forces struggle? Dantooine, a world of moderate strategic value - known more for its symbolic worth as a Jedi world.
Even now, the plain looking world of grasslands burned out of all control - it's atmosphere dark with smoke, unfathomable acres deliberately burnt, and a staggering number of its civilian population put to death. Settlements, farms, homesteads, villages - all had been targeted by bombers, missiles, and orbital bombardment alike in an effort to stamp out all support for the Jedi. What survivors and refugees who made it out of the firestorms fled across the plains - only to be hopelessly hunted down by TIE's and armored walkers. Garang and the Jedi praxeum itself were under siege, similarly burning - though not beaten - the Alliance, through sheer tenacity, managing to hold on by their nails to key military assets on the planet.
It was here, far below on the surface of the planet, that Jashin and a small band of Alliance soldiers fought to take Jarrak Base - a small and meaningless outpost in charge of evacuating civilians. Cut off from Alliance command, they worked to take this base back from the First Order to reinstate a comlink with the greater Alliance military; hopefully, so that they could be saved.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Mar 2, 2017 19:28:07 GMT -8
*Sin was eager to get down to the planet, the trip through hyperspace took far too long. She was able to think up way to many different possible outcomes, situations, and problems. Her imagination going to the worst imaginable places. She barely got any sleep, accomplished alot of pacing, and she'd tried not to snap at anyone, though she wouldn't have had luck with that everytime. She was at a point of pacing towards the cockpit when they exited hyperspace and she saw the planet. She looked out the viewport.*
Doesn't look that bad from up here...
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Mar 2, 2017 20:33:53 GMT -8
Zalor had opted to sit in the cabin area of the 'Rusty Rake' Stalwart-class freighter with Artoo when they made their jump to hyperspace from Naboo to Dantooine. Zalor barely had time to process the fact that this was his first trip off-world in over five years, and he had forgotten what it was like to be in a starship of any kind. He wasn't overly fond of space travel, although he usually made the best of it. As long as he didn't have to fly.
When they dropped out of hyperspace, Zalor unstrapped himself from his seat and made his way back toward the cockpit, where Jakk sat in the pilot's seat, and Tanara in the co-pilot's seat. Once again, Zalor made his way up behind Tanara's seat. He rested against it as he peered out the front cockpit window over Tanara's shoulder at the disturbing sight that met him...
There it was - in full view. Proof that the galaxy had once again fallen into war. Ships positioned against each other with turbolasers firing all over the place. TIEs and Alliance fighters flying everywhere. Explosions, debris, death everywhere. And behind it all, a planet he hadn't seen in over ten years: Dantooine. It was where Zalor met Chris Nial, Negue Ragnos, Master Vilor, Master Dash and many other Jedi who would later go with him to the Jedi Shadows, all those years ago. It was where his initial Jedi training had begun. Now, most of the planet had very obviously been ravaged. There were likely battles and skirmishes everywhere on the planet's surface. The entire planet was a death zone.
Zalor took a deep breath, taking it all in. This would not be as easy as he thought.
"It doesn't look that bad from up here," Sinina had remarked. Zalor shook his head in obvious disagreement, and without turning to face the Echani warrior, he quickly and solemnly replied. "This is the worst I've ever seen, actually. Even the War of Korriban against the old Sith Order wasn't this bad."
Zalor took a good long look at the Imperial starships and destroyers opposing the Alliance ships. He had seen some of their designs from the old holovids he used to watch back on Endor. He couldn't believe he was seeing them in action for real.
"The First Order - the old Galactic Empire reborn. With all the same tenacity and brutality that the old Empire had. I never thought I'd live to see anything like it. And yet, there it is."
Zalor shook his head in sorrow, then turned to face Sinina. "Now I understand why Master Raven came and sought me out. She and Loki were right - I belong in the fight. Not in an inn."
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