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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 17:23:15 GMT -8
Between the skills developed as a smuggler, and the remaining modifications to his ship, Kebiin quickly pilots his ship out of the gravity well of Brentaal IV and makes the jump to hyperspace.
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Oct 16, 2017 10:01:07 GMT -8
The large fleet exited hyperspace, bearing down on Onzerol’s fleet. The admiral immediately began issuing commands. ”All fighters, launch! We’ve got a squadron of Aerstrikers, and I want to use them to strafe the enemy. Clawcraft Group 1, protect them! I want the other Clawcraft in attack pattern Delta. Corvettes and frigates, screen for enemy fighters. Avenger and Discovery II, use your turbolasers to fire on that Star Destroyer, use your smaller weapons to take out those fighters. Focus on the K-Wings. Interdictors, seal the perimeter! I don’t want these cowards to escape. The Admiral turned to the gunners in the pits of the Resurgent-Class battlecruiser. ”You all may fire when ready. Torpedo gunners, I want you to focus fire those fighters. We can’t let them near the ship.”
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Nov 29, 2017 18:18:19 GMT -8
With the arrival of the new fleet the republic force made hasty withdrawal, since this wasn't an invasion. The raid had been largely successful, it had vastly weakened the local FO presence and put doubt into the minds of the citizens as to weather or not it could protect them as well as it had claimed. Still, things hadn't gotten so bad as to cause any further damage to the system's infrastructure which was rapidly approaching exceeding the FO arrival levels of growth. The new Moff was very interested in keeping things productive, and that meant keeping the economy moving. He was going to need a new fleet though... That was unfortunate but not entirely unexpected. It was rather ill suited to guarding a sector anyway. With the Republic raid repulsed things would a series of issues with smugglers and pirates trying to make use of the lessened FO fleet strength. Most of the trouble would happen at the edge of the FO's reach and influence but it would be felt all the same. Public safety advisories were issued, and a series of convoys were organized for traffic heading into the less secure regions, though participation on the merchants part was entirely voluntary. It was a simple thing that was arranged to provide as much safety as possible to as many people as possible, with the least amount of inconvenience to commerce.
Local defense were soon bolstered by orbital defense platforms, they would be used to guard the more trafficked areas of the system as it approached the planet Brentaal IV. Surface hangars were under construction to house the FO's fighter squadrons assigned to the planet's defense, and other local patrol craft. The new fleet would be in position soon, but until then older craft were temporarily re-commissioned. Meanwhile, salvage operations were in full progress reclaiming anything useful from the wreckage over the planet and removing the rest of the wreckage to areas where it could be better processed away from the traffic lanes and regular commerce.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Mar 19, 2018 23:10:01 GMT -8
The new sector fleet, well really planetary defense forces and sector patrol vessels, had arrived with and been very happy to make the most of the newest batch of FO recruits and and the few remaining veterans of Pellaeon's command. Many had retired, having served well for many years, and were building families and businesses of their own. As always Pellaeon demanded the utmost in precision from them, though he was less strict on how that precision was achieved, so long as the alternative methods were run by the necessary superiors first. Discipline was optimal, moral was high, and most the men and women were even competent at their jobs, at least while sober.
On the Civilian side of affairs, the reports, complaints, and appeals seemed absolutely endless. But Pellaeon was careful to select a competent staff, and to impress upon them the value of their work. It was these petty complaints and strifes that made or broke an empire, not in and of themselves, but in how they were treated. Some were too harsh, and the empires fell in upon themselves as their inner workings collapsed. Some were too lenient, and the empires grow fat and bloated only to be cut up like nerfs for the consumption of others. It was important to strive to find, and maintain, the balance between the two. Of course, that was far easier said than done. Still, Pellaeon believed he and his staff had to try, and that they were doing the best they could.
Trade was flourishing, here and throughout the sector. Some merchants requested that the convoys not be stopped, even with the arrival of the new fleets. Pellaeon compromised by allowing the convoys to continue, if the merchants would pay for the services of those guarding them since it was no longer strictly necessary. He didn't require they pay the entire bill of course, just enough to provide a nice little bonus to the enlisted men's pay that month. It seemed to be working out quiet well so far, though initially there were some grumbles at the added fee.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 22:23:09 GMT -8
After the Victory II-class Star Destroyer, the Suenja, accompanied by the Vindicator-class Cruiser, the Elke, have emerged from hyperspace and taken up their positions in orbit over the capital city of Cormond, a lone shuttle departs from the Suenja's hangar bay and begins descending towards Brentaal IV's capital.
Aboard the shuttle, First Order Planetary Governor Ivo Prinz idly scrolls through intel reports and briefings from First Order Civil Affairs and Psychological Operations forces that have been operating on Brentaal IV since it became a member world of the First Order, catching up on things he supposes he should really have devoted time and attention to before now but could not bring himself to dive into until it could no longer be avoided. Appointed to his new position by Grand Moff Ishild Sauer due to a combination of his military achievements and an uncanny ability to skillfully delegate tasks to those best suited to do them and save him the time and effort he might otherwise be forced to spend so doing, Ivo is not so much lazy as he is simply inclined to pursue more leisurely pursuits and interests than others in his position often manage to enjoy on a regular basis. Ivo's policy director, a brilliant young Socorran woman named Atieno Elhassan, is also aboard the shuttle, and Ivo knows that she will have already read through all of the reports and briefings that he now slogs through; just as he knows that with Atieno at his side he need not worry overmuch about missing anything vital to his job since she has always ensured that he stays on task and is as well informed as one of his position should be.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2019 20:56:07 GMT -8
On the bridge of the First Order Victory II-class Star Destroyer, the Suenja, Captain Vinzenz Lorenz rises from his command chair after the TIEs of the latest CAP to be sent out have left the hangar, turning to his XO and telling her that she has the bridge. The day has been a long one, Vinzenz thinks to himself as he leaves the bridge of the Star Destroyer and heads for his quarters, though it was no more eventful a day than most. Perhaps, Vinzenz thinks as he enters his quarters and unbuttons the top button of his tunic, it only felt long because he has only a week to go until the first leave he has had in what feels like an impossibly long time begins.
Sitting at his desk and pouring himself a drink to enjoy whilst updating the Star Destroyer's logs, Vinzenz glances at the holographic portrait of his wife and twin daughters sitting on the corner of the desk, smiling and taking a deep breath to prepare for the routine and dull task ahead of him.
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Post by Salvatore Kasalle on Apr 8, 2020 3:23:45 GMT -8
As the weeks after the occupation of Coruscant passed by, several trade ships could be seen within the Imperial systems as it was usually the case. Alongside the regular freighters, two more unusual looking trade galleons in the shape of Venator-class Star Destroyers would eventually approach the system, the small convoy being followed by 2 Imperial Nebulon-Bs and 4 Raider II-class corvettes. Compared to some of the other trade ships, these freighters had barely to worry about the threat of piracy as they slowly approached the system. Loaded with a lot of luxury goods, food and Caf, which they had traded on Garqi for minerals, both ships carried plenty of goods, which would please the needs of Brentaal IVs upper society once more. ::Here is Commander Salvatore Kasalle of the Salvatore speaking to Brentaal Security, we're entering the system. Identification code will be sent swiftly, we're waiting for your permission to enter the trade port.:: For the Household Commander and heir of the Kasalle family it was mainly usual routine, as he knew the ports of Brentaal IV too well. In all these years he had prepared himself to eventually overtake the family buiseness from his father, Baron Cassio Kasalle, in order to continiue the family's legacy. Although unwed, Salvatore isn't too worried about the future, given that his sister Jenia had apparently found her luck within the Imperial Military by being recently appointed to Grand Admiral and Grand Moff at the same time. Given this position this was even more confirmation to Salvatore himself, that there was barely any rivalry between the two siblings when it came to overtaking one day the family buiseness. Thus both Trade Galleons, the Salvatore and the Jenia waited for their time until they would be granted permission to land.
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Post by Vilim Ju'oda [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 3:34:43 GMT -8
Golan platforms, in a very significant amount, protected all entries and routes in and out of Brentaal IV. At the center of everything was a skyhook, housing the quite large numbers of bureaucrats and officers responsible of overseeing and regulating all trade within the system. Patrol craft bearing the crest of the IEA were often seeing around the place and the planet itself was defended by a sizable fleet, headed by a threatening Resurgent-class.
"Permission granted, Salvatore. Proceed to the set coordinates"
Said a formulaic voice in the comm.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 31, 2020 15:12:02 GMT -8
Brentaal IV traffic could only be outshined by that of Coruscant. With the integration of Ralltiir, business practically boomed between the two planets that shared the Perlemian Trade Route. For a merchant to even remotely pass through, on his or her way to Coruscant, they were always stopped by officials of the Imperial Economic Administration that ran from planet's surface. It made it a hot bed of traffic, as a result, for traders that came from beyond the Empire's boundaries from the Rimward direction in all directions. And yet, given the skill and expertise of Moff Ju'oda, it was a controlled chaos that was profitable and acceptable. One had to barely wait a day before moving on. Cargo was thoroughly inspected, passports issued and stamped, contraband confiscated, and so forth. Certainly, the officials of the IEA loved this sort of busy work.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 1, 2021 18:36:03 GMT -8
It is only recent that Bentraal IV's traffic resumed with its normal incoming and outgoing merchant, financial entrepreneur, and well-off noble. Given its proximity to the new frontline forming, and the fact of its juncture position along major hyperlanes, a flurry of Imperial vessels and transports moved through on their way to the Kuati and Coruscanti staging areas. It wasn't till recently that this activity slowed down significantly, in which the coin began to flow again like spice.
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Aug 8, 2023 8:52:56 GMT -8
Two Raider Eye class corvettes approached the planet and launched a number of stasis probes and a pair of hyperspace orbiting scanners before dropping out of hyperspace several light hours from the planet on non hyperspace lane approaches, and deployed their large sensor systems and started passively scanning the planet, staring at it unblinkingly, gathering all kinds of intelligence and building a picture of the system.
Closer in six LightStealth-18s dropped out of hyperspace with their passive stealth systems running. Far out from normal traffic, they too turned their passive sensors onto the planet. Staring at it from the direction of each pole and each of the four sides of the ecliptic plane. They tracked the coming and going of transports, freighters, tracked the planets moons and looked for installations on them, plotting the orbiting Golan IIIs positions and defensive ships in orbit.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Aug 10, 2023 11:38:34 GMT -8
The freighter dropped out of hyperspace on a typical commercial vector, there was nothing special about it, and was registered to a shipping company that was frequently in and out of Brentaal IV and specialize d in bulk equipment transport. The ship was carrying mining and construction equipment listed as being ordered by a frontier mining company in the outer rim. Brentaal was simply a layover point for pickup by another transport ship that would take them closer to their destination. A common occurrence, shipping companies in the core were large and could move huge amounts of cargo, and had to in order to remain competitive, smaller companies saw less demand further from the core and thus handoffs and layovers were required as cargo was passed further and further away from the core to the outer rim, finally down to usually single bulk freighter, small, like an Action IV or something similar for the final leg to some dead end planet or rock that someone thought they could make money from, and all too frequently failed at.
The men that accompanied the shipment were competent technicians and engineers, specializing in mining and construction. The fact that they were all human and male was nothing out of the ordinary. They all had their new employee ID cards which would pass muster if they were ever questioned. They were going to the same place as the equipment, they were in fact the operators and if truth be told, knew their equipment and supplies far better than even the designers of such equipment.
The ship formed up in orbital lines and received the customary clearances, joining the orderly inbound traffic heading for Cormond, one amongst thousands of such ships that came and left the planet weekly if not daily.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Aug 20, 2023 11:51:18 GMT -8
From the infinite depths of hyperspace a fleet was vomited from the alternate dimension which allowed effective superluminal travel. The fleet was made up of ships reminiscent of thousands of years ago, their use now indicating that the designs themselves were so good that someone would revive them again and again. The ships were arrayed with the smaller vessels in front, with a larger shadow behind them, nearly half again as long and wide.
Terrh had ordered his fleet to decant from hyperspace far enough out to be out of range of the planetary defenses. The weapons that the Starbolt type Harrowers carried kept the planet within range, but the trade off was rate of fire, not that the commanders or troops on the planet would know that, but range was not the name of the game in this battle plan, no, opportunity, followed by hammering destruction if necessary.
::Imperial Commanders of Brentaal IV. I am Admiral Othin, and I order you to stand down and accept my command in the name of Empress Ren, or in the least to surrender honorably and preserve both lives and Imperial equipment. Your response is expected immediately or I will be forced to take control of the planet by force.::
From the Starbolts and the Shield Leviathans starfighter squadrons started launching, TIE Avengers and Missile Boats slipped out of their protective motherships and formed up behind the ships that they launched from. Together the fleet started slipping slowly towards normal combat range...but not in a hurry to do so.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Aug 25, 2023 16:53:09 GMT -8
::Admiral Othin, this is Imperial Knight Garros Ritannan. By the authority of Emperor Octavian, I hereby refuse your request, and demand that you surrender your traitor forces to me, the representative of the true emperor!::
Terrh sighed inwardly. He had hoped to avoid this, but it was clear that loyalty and duty was strong in the Imperial ranks. A source of both pride and regret.
::All First Order troops and commanders on Brentaal IV, know that my offer of honorable surrender stands, and when the dust settles I will stand in your defense as having discharged your duty as expected of you. If I end up on the losing side of this sad situation we find ourselves in, I would hope that you would speak for me and mine.::
He keyed off the comm and signaled for the attack to begin. The fleet started moving towards the planet at a greater pace as he watched the sensors show the alert fighters starting to launch from the Golon III Defense stations. Each only carried a dozen fighters, a paltry amount, not even a match for one of his smallest ships, but that was for another time. He stared out the viewport for a few minutes longer before the blast shields were lowered and a high definition hologram display came alive in its place. It wasnt the same and he stepped away to the combat information center to watch the battle and interfere if necessary.
He found himself staring at the holographic battlefield, ten minutes after his last transmission and right on the edge of the Golon Defense Platforms range when beams of ionic energy stabbed up from the surface striking the immobile defense stations from behind. Electrical interference snarled across their surfaces and through their systems. The unexpected attack and the brutality of it was devastating and the fleet leapt forwards rapidly closing the gap with the stations even as more ion cannon fire from ground based installations leapt up to wreath them a second time, and a third.
The ships engaged their tractor beams, four ships working in tandem to roll the massive stations away from them, turning their weapons towards the planet, their repulsors that kept them in stationary orbit turned away from the gravity field that they needed to function. The stations started sinking. The damaged circuits alone over time would have doomed the stations had they not been allowed to restore enough repulsors to keep the stations up, the fact that they were turned away from the direction they needed to function sealed their fate. Terrh watched as the ships continued to push the stations and allowed his ships to slip through, two Shield Leviathans broke off and used their tractor beams and engines to hold the defense stations up away from the greedy gullet of the planet’s gravity, their weapons stations turned away from the fleet. The Shield Leviathans kept up their shields and kept their distance should someone decide to be suicidal while they started to precision strike the weapons that could hit their fleet, while the captains continuously demand the surrender of the stations, warning that if there was no surrender they would start to breach the stations.
The six remaining ships of Terrh’s fleet left the Shield Leviathans with their captives in all but name and moved into the atmosphere of the planet.
The stations commanders had little choice. They had been promised honorable treatment if they surrendered. They were seething of course, their stations literally been shot in the back by those that they thought were their allies. What had happened on the surface? A coup? A rebellion? A betrayal? They didn’t know, but they knew they had been betrayed. The only way to get revenge now was to surrender and find out who didn’t arrive at the prison camp. Oh true they could detonate the stations and try to take a single ship with them, but the trade was hardly worth it. There were more crew on the defense stations than even the small interdictors that were keeping them from death. They could try to evacuate their men and destroy the station...but no. It wasnt worth it. Even if they could get enough systems could get back online again… The commanders signaled their willingness to surrender. They followed orders and started gathering weapons to be launched into space before Terrh’s troops would board the station and secure the station and organize the handover.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Nov 15, 2023 19:39:43 GMT -8
The Golon III Defense platforms were moved back into place and Terrh's ships now sat behind them anchored in orbit, waiting for new orders.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Nov 21, 2023 19:17:04 GMT -8
Terrh had received word of a battle at Ralltiir and things had not sounded good. He was confident though that Brentaal IV was secure enough to leave it in the hands of his troops and the reestablished Golon III's, at least to hold off an invading force long enough.
The eight ships moved towards a jump point as the LightStealth-18s powered out of the system and leapt to hyperspace, moving to Ralltiir first to get precious intelligence packages ready for the follow on fleet to act upon.
With a flicker of psuedomotion the large vessels leapt into hyperspace for the relatively short hop to Ralltiir.
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