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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 21:10:32 GMT -8
"Of course. Please follow me..."
Admiral Draug then lead Jena Shaewe out of the hangar bay and along a number of corridors through the ship, before finally arriving to Draug's personal quarters. He closed the bulkhead behind them and ensured it was locked before moving behind his desk, facing Jena as he placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward a little to support himself. His expression and tone grew grave
"It is my great regret to inform you that the final Three Leo-class Transports failed to make it back from the Kuat Drive Yards... They were hit by torpedoes launched from the Mandalorian and GALSAF fleets. All hands were lost upon impact... I'm sorry Doctor... Video footage is currently being analysed to identify all victims" Admiral Draug
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Jan 18, 2014 23:09:09 GMT -8
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Nodding silently, Jena followed the Admiral through the corridors of the ship to his personal quarters/office. He closed the door behind them then walked around to his desk, placing his hands on it and leaning forward.
Finding the nearest chair, Jena sat down with her head in her hands, her mind processing what he'd just told her. All those lives lost, seven hundred and sixty eight to be exact, in the blink of an eye. Add that to the thousands, no, millions, that have already died during this whole war and it was enough to make a person want to give up any kind of hope. But no, if there was one thing the Mando's, or anyone for that matter, couldn't take away....it was hope. She'd seen hope in the faces of the refugees that had been rescued thus far - a kind of hope that couldn't, and wouldn't, be squashed. And even as the war still raged around them, even she had hope of better things to come.
After a moment or two, she stood up running a hand through her dark hair before folding her arms across her chest and meeting Draugs gaze again. "I am sorry for the personnel you lost, Admiral. They will be remembered with great honor."
She glanced away from him for a moment, gathering her thoughts and getting her emotions under control before looking back to him with concern showing on her face. "What do we do now? We can't send more transports down there, not with the Mandos and GALSAF randomly shooting at anything that even looks like it's going to move. It's too dangerous for the pilots and the people still on the drive yards to do so."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 15:55:28 GMT -8
Draug nodded in gratitude for the Doctor's sympathies with regards to those men he had lost, all of whom had managed to find a small place in everyone's hearts, he was sure. As for what their next move was...well there wasn't a great deal of options and he certainly didn't want to send any transports out until the fighting had subsided
"For now... We wait. The Transports that were hit were carrying the last of the civilians that had been on the Drive Yards. Until the battle subsides, I'm not sending any more tranports out, unless we can get adequate escorts for them" Admiral Draug
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Jan 20, 2014 4:06:17 GMT -8
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Inclining her head in agreement, Jena rubbed a hand across her forehead with a small sigh.
"Yes....waiting is our only option right now. Our hands are tied until this is over. We can't risk going to the surface of the planet for rescue missions, either, until it's over. As much as it pains me to sit by and watch, I don't want to lose any more of our people. We'll have enough to do when the battles are over and we have wounded to patch up."
Glancing away, she chewed on her lower lip for a moment while she thought about what they would be up against once the fighting stopped. The med ships would be flooded with the wounded, provided they could actually get transports to the surface of the planet after all was said and done. Looking back to Draug, she spoke again.
"With your permission, Admiral, I'll have all of the medical personnel prepare for casualties. We have all of the equipment we need on the ships so that won't be a problem. Getting some of my staff to concentrate on attending patients instead of....other things....is quite another challenge though. I want to make sure that everyone knows what they're suppose to be doing."
She had no idea that Nurse Sarah had already paid the Admiral a visit, but she did know about the young Chiss medical officer - and knowing Sarahs reputation around the RDMC, she had no doubts that the rather rambunctious nurse would add more notches to her stethoscope before they got back to Honoghr....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 17:20:06 GMT -8
Ularc tipped the nose of his fighter slightly upward to bring the lead TIE/LN into his sights, wincing slightly as emerald laser cannon bolts began to pepper his craft's forward shields. The two other TIE's had dipped below Ularc's wingmates, leaving their leader unprotected while they sought to reposition themselves behind the three XJ7's. "Fine with me," Ularc mumbled to himself as he squeezed the trigger on his stick, loosing a series of paired shots at the incoming TIE fighter. Orthib and Tell accelerated their fighters and cut inwards, loosing their own streams of deadly fire towards the lone enemy fighter that would criss-cross in the space just ahead of the TIE/LN. Ularc knew his shields wouldn't hold against a sustained volley from the enemy fighter, as he had adjusted his shields to a 25/75 displacement between the aft and bow of his ship, to account for the two fighters now zipping past the three X-wings. It would take a miracle for the lead TIE/LN to survive the sustained volleys his three fighters were pouring his way, but then again, miracles are what TIE fighter pilots all around the Galaxy were renowned for.
Staying just long enough to fire on the incoming TIE/LN, Orthib and Tell each displaced their shields to a 75/25 spread, protecting their aft ends more so than their bow. The lead TIE/LN was already firing on Ularc and they would be safe from forward-facing fire. Orthib attained a lock on the incoming TIE and loosed a torpedo, while Tell banked hard left to cross under her wingmate's approach vectors. Tell had already loosed her stream of fire and was breaking to meet the two TIE's that were already looping back around by now.
Absentmindedly, Orthib noticed approaching vessels on the edges of his sensors, though he was too preoccupied with firing at the lead TIE/LN to take much notice at the moment. After loosing his own stream of fire, as well as his torpedo, however, Orthib broke hard right and came around with Ularc's ship above him and Tell's fighter below him, rejoining Tell to face the other two TIE's, which should already be angling towards them by then. Ularc would stay on a forward vector, whether or not the leading TIE/LN was destroyed, looping back around only after knowing the hostile fighter's fate.
Nearly 60 kilometers from the dogfight, a pair of GALSAF XJ7 X-wings from Zeta Squadron had recently downed a pair of enemy fighters, having lost one of their own in the effort. Catching the nearby fight on their far reaching sensors, the pair of ships broke away from their current position and began to edge their way toward the conflict. The two fighters spread out from one another, giving themselves over a hundred kilometers distance between them. Their job would end up being to harass any of the three TIE/LN's that might attempt to flee the battle, though from what either pilot had seen that day, Dark Tide pilots did not simply drop kit and run when facing harsh realities.
They hated the very fact that the Mandalorian scum had come to their world with a myopic anger in their eyes, fearing the power that the Dark Tide’s masters held sway over. Billions of lives were in danger; all because of a small cadre of sentient’s had some form of mastery over the force. While this war had started because of the hatred of a single man, it had spread across the stars in such a way that trillions of lives were put to the torch; be they sensitive to the force or not. In the minds of each and every pilot behind the flight stick of their TIE craft, the difference between the two was slowly starting to blur. It didn’t matter to them whom held the torch of the sensitive curse, for in the eye of their enemy it mattered little; and they slaughtered any that stood in the way of their supposedly religious ideals.
When the thirty six fighters had swooped within weapons range, a single squadron of TIE fighters had taken one of the enemy craft as their own. The belly mounted cannons of the TIE/LN’s had erupted in beryl flame, spitting forth twenty four bolts of emerald death in their first volley. Having split up as soon as they had come within visual range and garnering more freedom to fly unhindered by the presence of their comrades; each craft had taken an approach vector that spanned to the very directions of a horizontal compass rose. This tactic was used thrice over as each XJ7 pilots continued to harass the veteran TIE operators, stitching the very space were their craft would find itself with laser fire in the hopes their predictive algorithms had been correct. Twenty-four fighter craft had broken off from the main group and screamed towards the two craft hanging back at the edge of the escalating dogfight.
Erstwhile; ‘Howlrunner’ knew that his time behind the stick of this TIE/LN fighter had come to an end. With the crimson lights blinking upon the edge of his vision and the fighter’s structural integrity swiftly dwindling in the face of such superior firepower, the pilot unclasped his crash harness and drifted away from his seat. In a single motion the ball cockpit had been opened to space, leaving the pilot free to abandon his vessel as the torpedo and laser fire had streaked through space to eradicate its very existence. As time had seemingly slowed to that of bullet time, the man behind the stick of ‘Howlrunner’ pushed away from the ship as the first volley of laser cannon fire had impacted his armoured solar arrays; sending the craft into an uncontrolled spin towards the ever advancing proton torpedo. In a deed that seemed almost impossible for a man of his age, he kicked off the blued surface of the TIE fighter and swung past the straightened edge of the solar wing; as it spun with the unconscious attempt at taking his life. Determined not to die in the dark depths of space, ‘Howlrunner’ timed his jump as the wing spun towards him with deadly accuracy. Placing an armoured boot upon the enameled surface of the boxy wing, he forced his body backwards in a tight roll that saw him free and clear from the TIE fighter as the torpedo impacted with the cockpit section and detonated. Thrown further into space along with the scattered remnants of his TIE fighter, ‘Howlrunner’ spun wistfully as his eyes stared out into the vast expanse of space before him.
He knew not what happened to his wing mates, as they were no doubt victims of this conflict. Bereft of the hyper advanced fighters of the 181st, it was only a matter of time that their foes had garnered some sort of advantage over the antiquated craft. It didn’t matter anymore, not since the two hundred and eighty-eight fighters had arrived and engaged the enemy. Twenty four squadrons plus the remnants of the Imperial fighter wing that was stationed at the north, making up a triple digit number well over three hundred would easily see to the destruction of the enemy fighter wing thrice over. The small smile that had come across his face, when he realized the number of comrades that had swarmed into this section of the naval battle; faded as a small hissing sound echoed within his ears. A slow and creeping doom had come upon the man, as his mortality had become apparent. Letting out a sigh of resentful exhaustion, the man closed his eyes only to let his body drift in the invisible currents of the black ocean… |
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 22, 2014 16:47:56 GMT -8
Admiral Holland onboard the Orar answered commander Jethroe of GALSAF.
I am sorry Admiral, we are out of position and covering ships in atmosphere. Until they return I'm afraid you are on your own.
The Orar continued to move about, now just south of the equator, it still hung low enough to keep the planet between itself and the powerful dirt side turbolasers, unfortunately this also had the ship too far out of place to do more than catch the occasional glimpse of a far of Dark Tide capital ships, never enough to gain a firing solution or plot a track for missiles. The performance from the Mishmure'cya's powerful superlaser however did not go unnoticed, several of the optical sensors on that side of the ship being forced to reset themselves.
Onboard the Mishmure'cya the glow in the bow of the ship had gone dark and the ship waited, the vastly reduced crew full of anxiety waiting for something to pounce out of the darkness, not knowing what shape it may take but many were conjuring up space monsters in their imagination rather than powerful ships of war.
The Type I Star Monitor held position. It was a waiting game, and so they would wait.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jan 23, 2014 7:47:18 GMT -8
TAUNG
"Captain, take her to full speed."
The captain of the Crete did not even need to ask where, the information was sent over from Khars large controlls to the mans display. They would make a slightly bent arch to come up behind the larger vessels in the Mandalorian navy. The relatively little 100m ship put itself on said arc and was closing in on the ship with normal battle speed for a Corellian Cruiser.
-The Crete-s bridge-
"Make ready for full speed. - Lifesupport shutdown in causeway four and six.- Disengaging Ion cannon, reverting powermain - Shields at sixty percent, reverting power to main. - Required energy levels reached sir, we have full speed. - Full speed engage. - All hands all hands, we have full speed in five... - FIRST COUNT TWENTY SECONDS! - ...Four... - SECOND COUNT ONEHUNDREDTWENTY SECONDS! - ... three... - Massive sensors contact, heavy class battleship of unknown classification.- ... Two... - Its shields are up and... weapons are uncharged, I repeat, uncharged. - ... ONE... - MASSIVE ENERGY FLUCTUATIONS ON NEW CONTACT! - ... Full speed engaged."
The forward set of ion engines activated with a roar that shook the ship. It accelerated fast, and rocketed towards the mandalorian lines.
"Sensors two, Put the new arrival on my six."
The display crudely named "six" showed a far away picture of the Mishmure'cya just in time to see the beam erupt. Khar had to smack his head to the main monitor to see it hit the Kuat Drive Yards. Seleevan Khar blinked once. Seleevan Khar blinked twice. Then, a third time. He was VERY impressed.
"New arrival is the main target, Captain, arc us in behind it. Dont care about the shipyard, get me a sensory analysis of that ship."
The Crete changed its arc of attack to arc around to the back of the Mishmure'cya, comeing in fast and using all their sensors to find the shield generators, main generators, engines, bridge, comm array, sensors arrays and get an assessment of its weaponry besides the "KILL-DEATH-MURDER Cannon" as it at once got nicknamed on the Bridge of the Crete be the sensors officers. They had to designate it SOMEHOW...
DARK TIDE (EX- Sith Empire Frequency and Coding)
Since Seleevan himself never got the DT secure encryption and frequency information, he had to rely on something he KNEW(or hoped) they had and the mandalorians didnt. The old Sith Empire communication codes, the Empire whos emperor got murdered by Khar himself, or so he claimed.
This is Seleevan Khar with the NEMESIS TRITON to the DARK TIDE. I need friend or Foe designations and a status report. How many more ships with the capability of the ship that just fired at Kuat Drive Yards are sighted? I also need to know what else the Mandalorians have fielded thus far. Destroyed vessels included.
Dark Tide, you have 20 seconds to answer.
Khar needed the information about fielded and destroyed vessels to decide if the enemy had reinforcements or not. Also if he had shown up mid battle or just at the start. If this was just the start and the Mandalorians pulled in that KILL-DEATH-MURDER Cannon that might just mean they had shown all their technological cards, and all they had were support ships and normal battleships. With estimations from intelligence, one could estimate the size of the enemies fleet to a couple flotillas accuricy. This wasnt exact sience, but at least this kind of information helped to guide a commander to his final decisions. Also, the Crete is going to comm silence in ninety seconds, and seleevan didnt want to loose connection with the DT before he was shut off. He had to take in count the chance that nobody actually is listening to this frequency...
Seleevan sat in his throne and using two pens specifically made to work on Holographic projections, he was trying out the effective turbolaser ranges of a ship with the size of the Mishmure'cya and a Victory-class Star destroyer, and vise versa. Every time he tapped a button on a pen, a red dot would show up at its tip with coordinates and a red radios globe would engage around it. Linking different kind of weapons showed different kind of effective ranges, and Seleevan noted down some coordinates, and went on with his planning. What was interesting is that most of his large range-globes had both the Mishmure'cya and the closest meteorite barricade in their ranges.
Also, The Turbolaser effective range of the Victories were much larger against a large vessel like the Mishmure'cya, then the Mishmure'cya had against the Victories... which the mandalorians will soon find out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 10:37:41 GMT -8
DARK TIDE (EX- Sith Empire Frequency and Coding)This is Seleevan Khar with the NEMESIS TRITON to the DARK TIDE. I need friend or Foe designations and a status report. How many more ships with the capability of the ship that just fired at Kuat Drive Yards are sighted? I also need to know what else the Mandalorians have fielded thus far. Destroyed vessels included.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 28, 2014 18:37:33 GMT -8
The Orar remained on station, waiting for the three Mandokar class ships to return to orbit. It had not been engaged and remained below the horizon for the powerful ground defenses that Kuat still had to offer.
The Mishmure'cya saw the corvette slipping in behind them, it was difficult at best to hide a fast frigate under full power, let alone the powerful sensors that were trained at the massive ship. The bridge was more than safe, buried deeply underneath the main armor, lacking anything that created a head that could be destroyed easily, its reactors and engines were likewise buried deep underneath the many meters deep armor and protected by heavy redundant shielding. The ship was not unprepared to get attacked. It was the biggest piece on the Mandalorian side of the board, and had all shields and weapons charged and gunners waiting to pounce. While it lacked the heaviest armament of its sister ships, it still retained the majority of its other sets of weapons batteries set along its sides and mid lines of the ship, its overall weaponry was still many times that of an second generation Imperial class Star Destroyer.
The two LightStealth-18s remained on station, monitoring the battle and the Type I class Star Monitor remained on station. If the captains gamble succeeded then he and his men would have done their jobs. If the gamble failed, that was the was the fortunes of war.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jan 30, 2014 19:46:35 GMT -8
Black Caisson, I suggest you get ready for the final assault. Tell your friends.
You have.... 98 seconds.Its a big galaxy, so it wasnt Logans fault to know that Nemesis Triton was not a ship. It was a strike force of many powerfull ships. And they were.... 93 seconds away. How time flows by...
Seleevan Khar finnished the planning, and gave the orders to his two assistant strategists onboard. They would specify the tactic and digitalise it for the fleet to use, refine it."Lets wrap this up. Captain, fly evasive and go full tactical. I want to get to optical range of that mandalorian battleships back side. Communications, send the orders to the fleet. I will be in the cargo hold." Seleevan squeezed himself out of the throne, and then past his command crew, and down to the cargo hold where his force sensitive Vor battlepriests awaited ready to show what they have learned.
The Bridge sang from voices still.-Crete bridge- "Rerouting energy from causeway two, three and four. - Fighters exiting Hyperspace in Three... - Whinding up sensor scrambler - ...Two... - Rerouting energy from sensors - ...One... - Sensor scrambler at Thirty percents efficiency - Fighter squadron timer up, fighter squadrons reporting in. All squadrons are accounted for. - NINETY SECONDS FOR FLEET ARRIVAL!-" 52 TIE DefendersThe TIE defenders entered through the Coruscant hyperspace lane, the same way the Crete had entered. They were in groups of four, with three fighters flying in triangle and one lacking behind as the tail. Kite formation. As soon as they got out of hyperspace they fired engines and flew towards the Mishmure'cya direction, but not at it, over it. They were still far out, but they closed in.
About the same time, The Crete (seleevans ship) wanished from sensors. It didnt give out a sensory feed itself (with sensors shut down) and even comms were dead after a longer transmission. Everyone knew what they were supposed to do. The Crete itself was painted black. One needed really good eyes to find it. It started flying in random directions and drew the arc closer to the Mishmure'cya hind side, getting closer. Now, it was way inside the effective Turbolaser range of Mishmure'cya. It was still outside effective optical range, witch was the maximum zoom of the Cretes hullside cameras. Inside this range, the cameras could give a good view of nearly any subsistem of a ship.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 1, 2014 18:33:46 GMT -8
The Orar received word that the Mandokar's had finished landing their troops and were on their way back up to rendezvous and continue taking the fight to the Dark Tide Fleet. Admiral Holland was pleased that he could get his ship on the move again, he hated waiting in one general area to get jumped.
The Type I Star Monitor continued its patient hidden vigil, watching the battle continue, the captain following his explicit orders to keep his ship hidden from all observation at any cost. The captain wasnt exactly happy about his orders, but this was a new kind of warfare, and it would be a shame to have it destroyed before flowing into fruition and beyond.
Onboard the Mishmure'cya the sensor operators took note of the corvette spiraling in behind them. The ship was under heavy power which left a plainly detectable ion trail, especially with the amount of engine power that corvette was under, it was definitely overpowered for its size, at least in terms of engine power. There was some kind of jamming field working, which had an interesting effect due to the distance they were at. The Mishmure'cya hadnt been actively scanning to its rear, but it was getting a signal from sensors nearer the planet and the warships and other sensors based there. Those same signals were bouncing off of the corvette to the Mishmure'cya's stern as well. The issue with jamming was that it was a complex thing, and with the corvette sending jamming signals, it didnt take hardly anything to simply look at the sensors that were in passive mode, and see a powerful sensor readings popping up from a single place. It was simply a type of sensor broadcasting after all. The captain detailed four batteries to keep the corvette honest and four stern heavy octuple turrets swung in on their target, the gunners checking for some kind of pattern to the ion trail and picking likely locations that the randomly shifting ship might end up by the time the turbolaser bolts reached there in a few long heartbeats. Blue fire pulsed from the ship and streaked out across the heavens, seeking to stab a small piece of dark colored material in the cold emptiness of space.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Feb 6, 2014 8:48:16 GMT -8
Khar listened to the bridge through his earpiece as he walked, and gave orders through a mic in his centurion like helmet.
"Scrambling to Sixty. Broadside Assault Speed."
-Crete Bridge-
INCOMING! Energy bolts, propably turbolaser, finding source. - Engines B2, B4, B6, B8 down, thrust down to Brodside Assault. - Four Batteries of unknown specification. - Approximate position upploaded to visual sensors. - Sensorscrambling up to Sixty Percent.
Khar traversed the narrow corridor to the cargo hold witch he made into his personal command post and headquarters with a nice desk in one end, a wall dedicated to one huge display. This nearly wall to wall display was bordered by many small displays, these framed in the larger display. The smaller ones were numbered, and showed all the outter hull cameras showing the view from the ship in all angles. In front of it, a large holoprojection showing the proximity of the Crete including the Mishmure'cya, and a "minimap" of the entire Kuat scene.
Beside it, a console looking exactly like the large wall to wall display with the small displays around it, but a miniature version, a command console. From here, he could controll camera angles and zoom, tap into comm channels to command his ship and fleet, and confer information with visual means to his underlings.
And finally, before all this, standing in attention, 30 Triarii Auxillia Vor Battlepriests. Unarmed, just in their kilts and capes.
Khar took position at the controlls, and gave out the orders on a broadside strike on the four batteries. He added the gunners communication line to his left earpiece.
"Ab-P Black Rounds. Twelve shots, four targets, equal fire. Range 11 click 475 meter. Load and ready."
-Ab-P Gunnery Channel-
-Corrigating- -Black loaded into one to Twelve- One to three ready - Four to six ready - Seven to nine Ready - Nine to Twelve ready-
"Stand by. Brace for incoming."
The main display showed light beams closing in from the distant warship and flying buy. THen suddenly the ship shook.
-Bridge Comm channel-
"GLANCING HIT GLANCING HIT! Shields down to 82.-
Seleevan looked down at the counter that counted the arrival of the fleet. 75. If they arrive on time, analyse rudimentary sensors enough to target larger ships in 6 seconds, fire up the jamming modules three later, he would be on 84 seconds total, at that given time. His missiles needed 70 seconds to reach the target. So, when the timer showed 63 (giving the gunners two seconds they needed to accuretly fire the rockets), seleevan demanded only one thing.
"Fire."
Twelve small rockets fired from the Ab-p rocket launchers strait at the four turbolaser batteries fireing at the Crete. They were dumbfired, going strait forward. Both ships speed and heading was counted into the shot. These operators could hit a beer can from 20 clicks.The rockets still had some time to reach their destination though.
-Ab-P gunnery channel-
Rockets away. Inpact in 67, rewired countdown to command console.
The sensor scrambler field had not reached the mandalorian ship yet. It shouldnt by his estimates, so no change should happen on their front. Not at this range and this power in the subsystem.
With that, seleevan Khar started zooming in on the three port thrusters of the mandalorian ship with three different cameras. While working, he opened a channel to the Mandalorian ship. The mandalorians would hear the heavy breathing inside Khars helmet... and for a long while... nothing.
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Fighter Swarm
The fighter swarm of Tie Defenders flew strait to a point a couple dozen kilometres above the Mishmure'cya with full speed. They were still long ways out from the battleship and if it started shooting they could still easily scatter before it became dangerous. They should get there just about the time the fleet pops out.
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Post by Taung H'rel on Feb 7, 2014 20:38:25 GMT -8
Seleevan
Onboard the Mishmure'cya the sensor operators noted the flaring flash of turbolaser impacts, followed rapidly by the flare of rocket launches.
Main battery impacts. Target has launched missiles. Impact suggests eleven point five kilometers range.
The captain frowned, apparently the ship had gotten far closer than he had intended to allow it, the ship was actually close enough that he could extend his shields on the opposite side of the attacking corvette if he so chose. The energy weapon bolts would cover the distance in less than an eye blink. The corvette was literally inside point blank range, not even 3 of his own ships' length! That was a threat that needed to be dealt with immediately.
Aft batteries destroy that ship! Shields, are all shields ready?
Aye sir.
All shields are fully charged sir. Main shields are up, offensive shielding units charged and on standby.
Defend the ship.
Aye sir.
Tractor beams do your thing.
Aye sir.
The operators set their orders giving the individual crewers assigned to the fighting parts of the ship their tasking orders.
The ship shivereded as twenty superheavy proton torpedoes leapt out of their tubes on all four angled surfaces of the ships shape, each arcing in a different track chasing towards the near corvette. Half of the torpedoes were active homing, the other half, were set to home on jamming signals. Stern weapons batteries that were previously silent now spun towards the corvette, their fast track modes enabled as their emitters locked in on their target's position. 64 heavy ion quad batteries on either side of the stern started pouring ionic energy into the void at and around the corvettes position, the blue white streaks reaching thier targets range in the blink of an eye. Alongside them 40 DBY-827 heavy turbolasers added heavy blue bolts to the ionic storm of electrically based energy, and the 4 heavy octuple batteries firing again, and again, everything keeping up their fire until they were ordered to stop.
The ranged shield generators on the stern were the next items to come into play, one on the aft port throwing up a wide wall eight kilometers out from the ship in front of the rockets, allowing the projectiles that were many times smaller than the shields design stopping ability slam into the particle shield far from their intended target.
Over Kuat
the Orar was rejoined by the 3 Mandokar class Star Frigates that quickly formed loose and manuvering line behind their larger brethren and started looking for targets of opportunity.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 3:06:19 GMT -8
Draug nodded solemnly as Jena asked permission to prepare the medical personnel for the expected influx of mass patients that would be left over by this conflict
"As you wish Doctor. I am sure when the time arises all hands will be at the ready..." Admiral Draug
Draug's attention was suddenly caught by a message that appeared on his computer screen, informing him that Captain Drept's vessel had fallen and that the 1st Battalion had sustained casualties, along with the fact that the GALSAF forces were retreating and that Rebecca was inbound with the Rebecca's Whip to pick up the Chiss forces ground side
"...Looks like we will have a few extra hands... Lady Rebecca will be here soon" Admiral Draug
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Post by Jena Shaewe on Feb 14, 2014 2:43:30 GMT -8
Aboard the Acclamator, Medical Zero-One (RDMC medical ship)
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Jena gave Draug a short bow before turning on her heel and heading back to the hangar bay to prepare the medical personnel for any possible incoming wounded. If they received none then they would just continue to administer to the needs of the rescued civilians of the KDY. Once she was back in the hangar, she proceeded to coordinate and assign tasks to the rest of the medical team in the area. With the battle winding down, hopefully it wouldn't be long until they could gather the wounded and get them patched up so they could all go their separate merry ways....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:57:26 GMT -8
Hours after the Battle of Kuat, the Rebecca's Whip exited hyperspace over Kuat before co-ordinating with Kuat Defence Control to guide it through the various wreckages and defences that surrounded Kuat's orbit. The Hope-class Medical Ships were returning from the planet, as the transports from the Whip made their way to the surface to pick up the Chiss forces there, before returning not long after leaving.
Rebecca could only look on and seethe with rage over what had happened at Kuat, of the failure of the Jedi and the Republic, of the damage rought by the Mandalorians and GALSAF. She would be conversing with Ice, Jena, and Zion with regards to the appaling lack of support that the Jedi and Republic had supplied after promising so much more.
For now though, the Medical fleet formed up behind the Rebecca's Whip, before the ships carefully treaded their way back through the defences and wreckages and made the jump back to Hyperspace once they were safrely away from Kuat
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2014 12:00:01 GMT -8
= Captain Logan Aximand = ~ Personal Quarters Aboard the Black Caisson - Several Weeks after the Battle of Kuat. ~ Sequestered within the metallic confines of his stateroom aboard the Black Caisson, Captain Aximand stared out into the sea of infinite black; searching for the serenity he had lost during the Battle of Kuat. Before the engagement had begun, Logan was a man of sound mind and body. He had been acclaimed to keep a level head upon his shoulders in even the most arduous of times. In the dust cluttered skies of the throne world, such words were laid to rest. Nearly a hundred men and women bore witness to the tension adorning their Captain’s face, and none would ever place the blame upon his shoulders. He had risen to the challenge in the absence of his superior’s immediate authority, taking personal command over the gathered flotilla of warships. Nearly twenty combat hardened veterans, with thousands of lives subservient to their direction, had all looked to the Captain of the Black Caisson for his commandments. Each and every single one of them were more than willing to lay down their lives, should the clash between two factions demand it. Ten noble commanders and their honourable crews had heeded the clarion call, dying with whatever scraps of dignity they could find; under the thunderous crackle of the Mandalorian guns. Nearly an entire generation of soldiers were obliterated from the face of the galaxy, in the span of mere hours. While it may not have been the bloodiest of conflicts during the Second Mandalorian Crusade, or the most destructive, the Battle of Kuat resulted in a costly victory for the forces of the Dark Tide.
The official word from the Galactic Republic, their supposedly benevolent neighbour, was that they were to supply medical aid to any and all non-combatants that were able to withdraw from the sector. Yet several taskforces from Republic Admirals and their Jedi compatriots that held hearts of gold, arrived to shore up the defenses in this pivotal last stand against the Mando’ade menace. However as the battle became joined and the Sons of Mandalore showed their sharpened teeth, these taskforces tucked tail and fled towards the Heart of the Republic. When the Dark Tide had needed their newly acquainted allies the most, they had withdrawn from the battle to live and fight another day; leaving the Captain and his assemblage to die in the bleak silence of the void. Through channeling his anger at such a blatant betrayal, Logan was able to turn the tides in his faction’s favour. He had forced several battle groups of Mandalorian warships and their follow-on troopships to retreat after taking heavy losses, leaving what remained of his armada to turn their attentions toward the greater threats lingering about the planetary system. It was not long after of the tactical withdrawal of the GALSAF command ship – The Basterd’s Hand – that the word of Mandalorian surrender had passed through the flotilla. The Dark Tide had won the Battle of Kuat, but at a price that would never be easily forgotten.
A portion of that debt had been the calm Captain Aximand was known for. Whatever had taken the lives of the innocent civilians, threw Logan’s fury into uncharted space. Never before had the man been pushed over the edge in such a way that he could barely return from such a darkened abyss. Defying the odds yet again, with the assistance of his second in command, the Captain was able to resume his station of authority and accept the notion of peace from the capitulated Sons of Mandalore. That had been a trying time for the man, as he nearly bit through his tongue in the vain attempt to be cordial with the formerly hostile Admiral. How casual the man was as he congratulated Logan in his decisive victory, nearly treading into waters that would’ve restarted the conflict; just out of wanton spite. Now that the battle had been put behind him, and that the reclamation efforts had begun; Captain Aximand could finally relieve himself of duty to grieve in the solace of his own quarters. With a cup of freshly brewed tea bound within his grasp, and the slow passage of time personified before him, Logan dedicated his conscious thoughts towards the memories he shared with the dearly departed. In the short time he had grown accustomed to their personal traits and persona’s, he had truly felt welcomed and admired among his newest peers. There was a certain emotion that filled the room when he spoke with the various Captains of their executive officers, something that Gideon tactfully lacked during their flight from the Deep Core.
He let a mournful smile creep across his lips as he lowered the ceramic chalice, letting the soothing blend of herbs and spices calm the sundering storm raging within his chest. There was nothing in the galaxy more balancing than a cup of gentle tea in the wake of a calamitous battle, which had the Dark Tide lost, would’ve spelled the end of the Galaxy as they all knew it…
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2014 15:06:17 GMT -8
This had been the first time he had ever set foot upon a vessel meant for war, and Gideon had to say he was impressed. Every corridor that the soldier had passed through had shown that each avenue was a defensible position in its own right. Alcoves and extendable barriers were placed at his feet, almost every five paces. It gave him an idea of how much thought and preparation went into the construction of Imperial warships, of how like him, they prepared for every eventuality. Smiling at that thought as he continued to walk towards the warships bridge, the Stomtrooper was amazed by the sight of the controlled chaos that was enacted out before him. Ensigns of varying specializations surged passed him with an almost avian grace, treating him as if he were an obstacle that was not even there. Surprised by such a reaction, Gideon stopped within his tracks to chuckle and shake the thought from his mind. He couldn’t blame these men and women for surviving the massacre played out across the skies of Kuat and the drive yards thereafter. It would be a temporary deed of respect bequeathed onto the crew by the untested Colonel, a sort of grudging admiration for having their fangs bloodied in the attempt to keep the enemy from making it groundside.
When the news had spread through the army upon the surface, Gideon and his stormtroopers felt cheated at first, and then as they recovered their wits the Navy’s victory was celebrated tenfold thereafter. He had drunk several pints with his soldiers and many others under the authority of the other Commanders, forging a bond of camaraderie that was rarely seen outside soldiers of a different stripe. Though he had failed his new Lord and Master, the Lord Walter Avius, by finding his boots stationed on the ground when they clearly needed him in orbit. The Stormtrooper felt pleased that his friend in the sky was able to blunt the orbital drops their enemies had made, but knew the battle of the right to command in this new army would continue well after they had secured the system from any lingering traces of hostile contacts. Which was part of the reason his old friend had summoned him to his newly assigned flagship, as there was only a single factor remaining in the sector that could ever pose a potential threat to the safety of Kuat’s citizens remaining. Knocked out almost as soon as the fight began, the errant Nebula star destroyer flying the pennants of the GALSAF from their signalling masts was cordoned off by what remained of the Dark Tide armada. Turbolasers and flights of TIE fighters trained their eyes upon the incumbent form of the darkened craft, waiting for the time when Gideon and his men would swarm through the sundered vessel, learning of and destroying anything that stood in their way.
Rapping his knuckles onto the durasteel frame of Logan’s door, the soldier watched as it responded almost expectantly. Swooshing into its housing and revealing the stateroom thereafter, the Stormtrooper entered his friend’s quarters with an almost silent grace. The serenity of the room was shattered as he entered the chamber, by the sounds of the jets of pressure shooting into the empty space about his helm. Having unlocked the environmental seal and pulling his helm free, Gideon stood resplendent in his armour as he tucked his head covering beneath his shoulder. His silver threaded sapphire eyes looked towards the man standing beside the pane of transparisteel, trying to see what his old friend was staring at. Upon moving closer to the viewport, the stormtrooper had seen that the corpse of the Hardpoint was what drew Logan’s attention. Gideon’s intended destination, and possible tomb. “I am sorry, my friend, for what you had to endure. Had we more time...” His voice trailed off as he planted his gauntlet atop the Captain’s shoulder. “Perhaps then we could’ve stemmed the tide of casualties. Removing the citizens from harm’s way, to focus solely upon the enemy rather than dividing our attentions.” Gideon’s voice had become mournful in a way that his accent seemed negligible. “My only hope now is that Republic; though cowards in battle are honest in keeping their word. So many families were sundered by this needless conflict; there need not be another to secure the safety of Kuat’s people.”
Scoffing lightly, Gideon’s hand fell from his friend’s shoulder to rest at the soldier’s side.
“Now, you have summoned me to discuss details of the mission to the Hardpoint, shall I give the vessel the death it did not claim during the battle, or does Fleet command have other ideas as to this GALSAF vessel’s fate?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2014 21:19:32 GMT -8
Kuat system
0831 Standard time
Aboard the Baltazar
The Sentinel class shuttle dubbed “Baltazar”, dropped from hyperspace into the Kuat system, expectantly waiting for a passing patrol to request their authorization. When the only ships that could be found in general scanning range were Crews cleaning up debris from a recent space battle though, MK-8167 was called to the cockpit by the Platoon’s CO to double check that they were in the right place
“MK-8167 reporting sir.”
"Lieutenant, Are you sure we are in the right sector? This doesn’t look like Imperial space. Or at least what we were instructed that Imperial space would look like while we were at the academy on Kamino."
The Lieutenant took a look at all of the Instruments, the spacial coordinates matched the ones he and the Sergeant-Major received as orders out of the academy… in fact. save for the pilot, Most of the men were recent Academy Graduates.
“Sir, All reading indicate we are where we were instructed to report.”
“Fine then, Utchy, Hail them.”
A comm channel was opened Broadcasting on Imperial channel. IFF Credentials were transferred and posting orders were added in addendum. when the message was complete there was nothing left, but to wait.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2014 18:08:55 GMT -8
“Sadly fleet command has other ideas in regards to the Hardpoint.” Logan said, his gaze never once leaving the crystalline lattice implanted before him. “It seems our searches through local Kuati databases have revealed little as to why this band of mercenaries’ and miscreants enlisted with the Planet-killer during the Battle.” Logan paused for a moment, not to take a breath like he usually would, but instead to savour what was left of the steaming liquid within his cup. Letting out a sound of silent satisfaction as the Captain lowered his ceramic chalice, he continued, “This Galactic Assistance and Security Force is almost an enigma to our administration. Having the Hardpoint and her hopefully unspoiled databanks, is a boon we cannot refuse. If there is anything left aboard the ship, be it members of the organization or intact terminals, FleetCom would appreciate any and all items that can be recovered.” Washing his mind free of the fragmented remnants of the tragedy with quarantine dispositions and other such menial items, Captain Aximand slowly peeled his eyes from the viewport. Bright brown eyes, flecked with despair, turned towards the oaken desk bolted to the deck; that was situated within the centre of the Spartan stateroom.
Pulling out the seat and pushing it back in, once he had slipped into its comfortable embrace, Logan’s gaze fixated onto his armour clad friend. Gideon had changed under the pressures of his new station, for it seemed his promotion to Colonel had unlocked some of the man’s hidden talent. During the battle, he had ensured that his duty was followed to the letter, constantly updating himself with the battles in orbit and recovering any and all survivors that managed to reach their appointed escape pods. It was a menial task, usually associated with the common soldiery of the army, but idle thoughts and deeds were an anathema to the Stormtrooper. Gideon had to keep himself busy, be it with training drills or paperwork; as long as he was in motion he felt comfortable. Locking his fingers together and placing them upon the edge of the desk, the captain leaned back into his chair with a smile. That was one of the many things the Stormtrooper and himself had in relation, forging an inseparable bond as the best of friends. “You’ve done much for the Kuati Sector already, Gideon.” Logan began again, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone than before. “You’ve personally lead several boarding actions against fleeing Mandalorian cruisers, reaping a bloody toll against the withdrawing foe. I have to say that poor scouting party found in the terminus beltline didn’t know what was coming their way. The coroner’s report had detailed the high counts of Adrenaline in their systems, coupled with the rigor mortis looks of terror splayed across their faces.” Logan mockingly shivered at the thought of what his comrade had done to make a warrior-born son of Mandalore quake in his boots. Composing himself thereafter, the Captain continued yet again. “Other than the Hardpoint, any citizens remaining in the system can breathe easier now because of you. A feat not many soldiers can pursue with such religious zeal, are you certain you’re not trying to draw undo attention to yourself, or make up for the lack of combat action seen upon the throne world crust?” Logan would’ve waited for an answer, but his sub-dermal communicator vibrated against his jawline; signalling that a private channel was awaiting his attention. Turning his gaze away from the Colonel, the naval officer excused himself from their brief exchange of jests and truth. “Captain Aximand.” He responded, the sound of his voice was transmitted into the small bead surgically implanted beneath his skin, only for a message to be relayed to him in a way so that only the Captain himself could hear what was said. “A star struck Sentinel shuttle, you say?” Logan said, apparently to no one. “Bearing Imperial pennants from her signal masts too, eh?” His hand shot up to cradle his chin as he tried to piece together a theoretical story, as to why such a craft would remove herself from the azure realm of hyperspace in the skies above Kuat. From what his sensorium officer had disseminated to the bridge officers, this shuttle craft had transferred their posting orders from some unknown training academy and lit up their IFF transponders. While naturally untrustworthy of any variances in the norm, such a small craft poised little danger to the fleet; even as they licked their wounds and awaited berths to call their own. “Patch me through to this vessel, it’s time to erase the uncertainties with our newest… guests.” = Encrypted Imperial Transmission = :: Vessel identified as the Baltazar this is Black Caisson Actual, you are to halt your Ion drives and wait whilst we confirm your command codes and validate your posting orders. ::The channel went silent for several long moments, leaving nothing but the faint crackle of white noise. Within the span of a minute, the audible crackles of connection faded with the return of the voice.= Encrypted Imperial Transmission = :: While it is an older code, your vessel's permits still check out. Baltazar – proceed towards the Star Destroyer designated “Weeping Angel.” Black Caisson Actual over and out. ::
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