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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 9, 2013 3:36:45 GMT -8
*Crystaall raised an eyebrow in question at Jud a few moments after his own question of her last battle. He had never truly used her name and she was almost impressed with his kindness, until he spoke of their enemy not caring if you were a female. She shook her head and looked at the Old Sith.*
*My last battle on Bespin. But if you want to get technical... I haven't been in a battle since the end of the Civil War."
*She sighed at this statement. Crystaall could only hope the leftenant she loved with all her heart wouldn't witness her rage, her anger.... with an enemy that threatened her existence. She looked at Jud'dayus with no emotion present on her face.*
"Kindness doesn't belong in war Lord Jud'dayus. Nor does it exist in any combatant that fights for their goals."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 9, 2013 15:47:40 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)...
"Civil War?" Jud managed, still watching the ships bombarding one another off in the black distance. "I suppose I'm unaware of which one you're speaking of..." He finished coldly, knowing it impossible that she could be referring to the Jedi Civil War, which he'd taken a key role in over three thousand years ago. Jud knew with almost bitter certainty that anyone from those days were now dead; Archanii, Soulless, and Sephious were the last known brothers he had from those forgotten days. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 9, 2013 17:54:31 GMT -8
"I participated in the Galactic Civil War, fighting with the Alliance as a teenager. Its been a long time since I've seen any of my fellow pilots. I haven't seen organized combat, unless you consider attempts of taking down a pirate organization on Bespin.... organized."
*She said this with a smirk on her face as she took her attention to the ships outside, firing against one another. If it was just for shit and giggles, she'd been smiling a bit more at the fighting around her. But this was not the case.*
"I suppose I am grateful to be by your side Jud'dayus. It will be interesting to finally see you fight."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 9, 2013 18:39:22 GMT -8
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"Ah..." The Sith breathed, feeling slightly reluctant to admit that he had never thought of the Galactic Empire's downfall as a Civil War, but more akin to a domestic spat. "Forgive my lapse, it's been a long time since I've heard that phrase coined for anything other than the Jedi Civil War. Truth be told, I never have regarded the years under Imperial rule as anything other than a rebellion, not a Civil war, but then again I was looking at it from the standpoint of a watcher, not a fighter." Jud shrugged, before tearing his gaze away from the battle beyond and starting off again at a brisk walk.
"Grateful?" Jud asked Crys. "I hope you will still be grateful when the Debase is set loose." Jud answered with a cautionary wagging of a finger.
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 10, 2013 12:50:53 GMT -8
"I think I can handle a more violent addition of yourself, but I would prefer to not be on the opposite end."
*She followed hm once more, keeping close, but not close enough to where an enemy could take them both in one swing. (Not like anyone is brave enough to attack Jud'dayus. Or even escape with less of a bruise should they think me of being an amateur.) She thought to herself. And then she backtracked. She swore she heard him wrong.
"Did you just say the Jedi Civil War? The Civil War that erupted between the Jedi of the Old Republic and the Sith Empire? I knew you were a wise old man..."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 10, 2013 19:21:00 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... "Well, then you're more insightful than I thought." Jud responded evenly. "Better to be the right hand of the devil, than in his path..." The Sith continued, saying an ancient proverb that he had heard when he was younger than Crystaall was now. Jud allowed himself a smirk under his deathmask, at the energetic question, before answering Crys. "Wise?" Jud scoffed. "That is yet to be proven. Old? Well, that is truer than true." |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 12, 2013 12:29:32 GMT -8
*Crystaall chuckled within her helmet as Jud scoffed at her comment of him being wise. She guessed he didn't care to give his own advice, unless asked.*
"Anyone can be wise. What determines your wisdom, is your own experience of the topic your discussing. I bet there is a lot you know about events in the past, few people know about. Of course you could not know others, which I'm going to take a guess and say you never had a hand in the Clone Wars era. But, like I said, its all based on your own experiences."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 12, 2013 13:26:26 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... Jud gave Crystaall an agreeing nod of his head. "Correct..."He stated, stopping to contemplate his answer, as he tapped a finger to the part of his mask which would have been his thin lips otherwise. "Wisdom is experience, plain and simple. The more experience one has, the more wisdom one would hope they have gathered." Jud nodded his masked face again. "Though this is not always the case." He shrugged, thinking on Nexus and his lack of respect for ancient Dark magics, or of his long lost friend Archanii, and his lust for absolute power. They had allowed the Darkside to blind them, and in doing so, their lack of wisdom in such matters shone through; destroying them in the end.
"You assume correctly." Jud continued, changing from the topic of wisdom and onto Crys' question of if he had any involvement with the Clone Wars. "During that time in the galaxies history, I was elsewhere..." It was as ambiguous an answer as one could get. Cryptic, an enigma to decipher if one wanted to, but Jud said no more on the matter. To him, letting the woman know anything at all was enough. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 13, 2013 14:54:15 GMT -8
"Let's skip the history lesson. I can hear your life story, after this battle. What I really want to know is what you know about the mandolorian seige on Force-users. And I would prefer information on the current war, not the past."
*Crystaall said this as serious as she could. She knew Jud'dayus would live through this battle, but herself was another matter. She was strong willed, but she couldn't think of how low her chances of survival could be if she lost one of her posthetic arms. She'd be at a less disadvantage then someone who lost an arm for the first time, but she'd still feel some pain... and be missing an arm. But Crystaall's mind wandered through thoughts, and she needed to know about the Mandolorian attacks on Force-users. She heard rumors of it back at the temple, and Ali had told her weeks before she signed on to help defend Kuat. But she didn't know much, and to hear from Lord Jud that even Lady Tanith possibly suffered... things seemed to be going worse than she thought. Crystaall wondered how Lord Nexus was dealing with this, but she shuddered at the thought of that man.*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2013 3:25:03 GMT -8
The first 3 Leo Transports flew low over the driveyards, using them as cover from incomingmissiles and laser fire from the fleets currently fighting around Kuat. They did a quick circle of the Residential Space Station, before descending lower and powering back their engines as they moved into the docking bays and landed. The loading ramps lowered as Chiss Troopers exited the transports to help the civilians board the evac craft. They would still have to do another two runs to get everyone, but it was unavoidable, too many craft at once would attract too much attention, and civilian casualties was the last thing they wanted
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 14, 2013 11:32:19 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... Jud's thin lips pursed as the terse comment from Crystaall, before he turned his masked face towards her's. His dark visor conveying nothing of his annoyance. "Do you know who Kad Ha'rangir is?" Jud started, his visor's stare not wavering from Crys', before continuing without waiting for an answer from the young woman. "Kad is the name the Mando's give to their God of war. He's a very powerful God, and the backbone of the ancient Mandalorian's and their most prided customs." The Sith stated, stopping for a breath before continuing again. "For a long time now, the old ways have been forgotten - some would say - even abolished." Jud smirked under his mask. "But such thinking is folly of the worst kind... There is a man, the Mand'alor- Ashrah Intalbo. His dogmatic approach to the ancient ways of the Mandalorians, plus his utter disgust for all Force sensitives has bubbled over into the conflict with has ravaged the galaxy for the best part of two years."
Jud turned away from Crys, and thought on the reports on the Mand'alor, and how most stated him as some kind of pariah; a freak in the fabric of the Force. He kept this hearsay to himself, but his interest in another such "scar" in the Force made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end with excitement. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 15, 2013 6:49:36 GMT -8
"He sounds like a reckless man eager to give vengeance to a number of people, when only one of them has caused him pain."
*This was what she could interpret, but of course it was only an assumption of the man. She had to think on the 'God of war' for a few moments, attempting to understand why the Mandolorians needed a god of war. They were already power hungry, not all of them, but most of them could be the Mando leader, be given the God of war title and call it a day. But she knew this couldn't be the reason, it was only what her mind wished it to be. Crystaall couldn't think about this any longer than she had to.*
"Two years, the Jensaarai have sat and waited. I may accept the leader we have and I may be his good friend, but we should have interfered when it started. And I know one person cannot turn the tide of a battle, but I hope that I can at least contribute to the Dark Tide's efforts, as well as others, and shut down the Mandolorian offense."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 15, 2013 9:07:11 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... "Reckless?" Jud questioned. "No, far from it... He's a visionary, like his forefathers - though - unlike them he's had the advantage of a galaxy too wracked with apathy to mount an offensive until now." There was a tinge of respect in the Old Sith's voice, as though he respected the Mand'alor in some unknown way. "As for eager..." He laughed. "One doesn't have to be eager in order to make war." Jud turned to Crys again. "You just have to know what you want out of it, and if that happens to be the eradication of all Force sensitives - so be it." Jud Shrugged. "Focus, he's a focused man. Ambition takes a back burner when there's an ultimate goal in mind. All great men have had a goal in mind, before setting out... And the greatest of those are able to have those around them believe in that goal just as fervently." The Sith nodded his head , thinking on his own goals, and on what he was willing to do to obtain them.
"Procrastination is the thief of time..." Jud answered to Crystaalls' confession, thinking on his own complacency in the matter. |
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 15, 2013 14:16:34 GMT -8
"In all honesty, it will always be the thief."
*Crystaall said this with confidence. She didn't want to speak any more. She was done talking, and for the most part, she wanted a fight. Crystaall was anticipating the attacks to come from anywhere, but she didn't want to lose her own focus. She expected Jud'dayus to either mute himself and wait as she wanted to, or he would continue on to another topic or continue with the current one. However she couldn't predict this man at all. He had more experience than her, and she hoped to learn from his combat, not his words. In a sense, she was hungry to learn more about this man, simply through watching his technique with open eyes. And his voice was just a bonus.*
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 16, 2013 10:53:11 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... They had been walking and talking for some time now. Jud's retinue of HK-J's keeping in step with them, as they continued from scaffolding to meshed parapet, before another stairwell.
The Sith was silent, his thoughts turning to the flux of the Force around him. The battle raging outside churning the miasma of the Force into noticable waves of turbilance. He looked towards the bay's vast viewing port again, seeing the first glittering contrails of assault shuttles destined for the yards. Despite its lethality and ominous telling of doom, the glittering made Jud smile. His husk of a body washing with the warmth of renewed vigor at the sight of so many pinpricks of death.
In their travels Jud and Crystaall where now high above the hangar bay, the defended shield generators thrumming to their backs a good 500 meters away, and a dozen of so levels below them. Jud looked around, nodding to himself before taking a seat. He crossed his legs and bowed his head, slowing his breathing, his heart, and all other trivial vitals that he really didn't need. In their place he allowed the Force to flow in, and take control, infusing his every fiber with its empowering embrace. His consciousness lingered for a time, before it expanded, following the treads of the Force; that binds everything. Like an electrical current on a wire Jud's mind raced around his surroundings. Instantly giving him vivid access to the world around him in real-time.1
Crystaall stood beside him, eagerly anticipating the fight, her hunger causing Jud's consciousness to chortle with an elder's knowings. The generators hummed, and the myriad of troops and Jud's personal droids hovered and patrolled the instillation tirelessly. The Drive Yards moved under him, turning in their lazy synchronization with the planet below. Beyond the durasteel and plaststeel Jud's mind followed the Force's threads. His mind flashing with images of the battle within the void of space. Snapshots of emotions and death flickered at unbelievable speeds. Jud's corporal body twitched at the rush of others thoughts; their fears, anger, and hate buffeting his mind like a hurricanes wind, yet he stayed the course. His mind wandering further, seeing the brilliant pinpricks off in the distance, and in doing so he left the battle, trailing the glittering engines intently.
Within seconds his mind hopped from assault shuttle to assault shuttle...
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 16, 2013 15:22:34 GMT -8
*Crystaall quietly sat herself next to Ju'dayus, but kept her distance as she watched him focus before closing her own eyes. She assumed a butterfly stretch as she sat down, the small pain in her thighs allowing her to concentrate. All she needed to do was focus herself, and clear her center. She needed her mind to be prepared for a battle that would force her to use every aspect of her power. She was prepared to unleash her rage, but she had to control it. And with control came her patience. She sat there and waited for the right moment. She waited for Lord Jud'dayus to move. She could sense the imminent attacks that would befall the drive yards. The military station they sat in would be a priority target for the Mandolorians. She let herself go, allowing the Force to flow around her, and never through her. She concentrated and she could tell that the Mandos were giving a good fight. War would engulf this station soon. Crystaall was ready for whatever came their way, and had faith that Jud'dayus would not allow a single man or woman to pass him. With Crystaall standing to guards this place along with him, she was certain they could do this.*
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Post by Ander Tagira on Dec 16, 2013 16:15:06 GMT -8
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LA-AT/i Gunship inside the Bow Hangar of the Basterd's Hand Ander gritted his teeth as Taung's voice played out in his helmet before the transmission was ended. Whatever the man thought of a "plan" hadn't consisted of any verbal communication he was aware of. The last Ander had worked out with the other commanders was to head straight for the surface as a single spherical formation, using the collective protection offered by their overlapping shields to bring their ground forces to a safe landing on the planet below. Ander brought up a brief scan of the area onto his HUD, searching for Shun's forces and swearing to himself as he caught sight of one of Taung's prize vessels, a Mishmure'cya-class Light Star Cruiser dubbed the Skira disappear from all existence in a blinding flash of sequential detonations. One of the Kuati Victory Star Destroyers had made a short hyperjump and scuttled itself against the Star Cruiser's hull, vaporizing both vessels. Taung's fleet remained the dominant force on the battlefield, but considering the number of Victories the defenders had at their disposal, and the number of such vessels that were likely to be brought to such dire straits, Ander didn't expect that to be the last suicide run to be attempted against their forces. Suddenly, he was glad Admiral Staton had jumped the fleet in on Taung's heels.
As the Mandalorian Clans began to orient their forces towards the Kuat Shipyards, Ander brought Staton up on the comlink and verified they would be following, dropping the Battalion off at the shipyards along the way to take good care of those shield generators. As the Basterd's Hand began leading the rest of their fleet forward behind Taung's, Ander double-checked their approach vector, ensuring they would be able to fly within the relative cover of the shipyards themselves to their respective destinations.
The GALSAF Naval Fleet began their approach, 2nd Battalion's LA-AT gunships at the ready for their orders to deploy. Ander waited until the last possible moment as they made their approach before giving the order. The Basterd's Hand dipped down slightly, bringing them within several hundred kilometers of the shipyards over Sector 7. Second Battalion would have to deploy over that sector of the shipyards and split off into their respective companies before heading towards their insertion locations. Ander didn't expect them all to make the drop perfectly, though he had their MAT-TE's deploying also to provide heavy firepower on the shipyard's surface. Modified shielding systems and anti-aircraft weaponry mounted on these vehicles would make them a formidable asset to the companies Ander had deploying on the station, and could assist in extraction if necessary. Hopefully, 2nd Battalion and their accompanying Mandalorian assets would have the shipyard shields down before their fleets were redeploying into orbit. If not, then there would be no way save their Larty craft to extract the Commandos on board the shipyards.We're on approach, folks. Pilots at the ready... Ander spoke over the comlink, checking and rechecking their approach vector and distance from Sector 7. Steady…steady…GO! GO! GO! Ander almost shouted the order over the comlink, calling for 2nd Battalion's entire LA-AT force to make the jump between the bow hangar bay and the shipyards. All at once, streams of gunships began to launch from the hangar, covered by the powerful cannons of the Basterd's Hand and her sistership, the Hardpoint. Point-defense laser cannons, turbolasers, concussion missiles and baradium-tipped proton torpedoes began to pour out of the Imperial-II class Star Destroyer, all aimed for the surface of the shipyards where their gunships would be closing in. Sector 7 of the Kuat shipyards would soon become embroiled in plasma energies and missile detonations, all to proceed the arrival of the quickly closing dropships. |
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Post by Jethroe Staton on Dec 16, 2013 16:16:12 GMT -8
Captain Kale had found herself upon the command throne of the Imperial vessel, her face disfigured as she contemplated the course this battle had taken. Not long ago they had been preparing themselves for the worst to come, waiting for the Mandalorians to make their move. Now she found herself struggling to combat her grief over seeing two of her fellow comrades in arms die within the blink of an eye, though one had been through her machinations. Sure, she had sent many men to court with the realm of death, but there had always been something to bury. This time, there was nothing left of the man she had known, nothing but the memories they shared. A cryptic smile came across her lips as she dropped her gaze to her feet, listening to the chaos of the bridge in order to stifle the horrid regret festering within her heart. Biting back the despair, Captain Kale looked at the forward viewscreen and the violent silence of the void beyond. They were in a better place now and, she could not deny them the grace of eternal rest by mewling like a child over their sudden disappearance from the mortal plane. They had chosen their path, and there was little else she could do for them now. Her comrades had chosen to live by the sword, it seemed fitting that they had died by such elegant weapons. Be they proton torpedoes or superlasers, each weapon was a metaphorical extension of the simple sword sentient beings had used to protect what was theirs and take what wasn’t.
The Captain smiled slightly as she watched the battle unfold from her command throne. Ever since the concept of war had been encoded within their genes, the acts of atrocity and genocide had never changed despite the clear difference of the tools being used. Instead of warships of massive size, she viewed regiments upon regiments of heavily armed soldiers sitting proudly atop their steeds. All about her were the well trained men and women drawn from the village situated upon a rocky plateau below them. Kale knew that her men had no chance of securing victory against such odds, as the suicide run the ‘Ursla’ had made would be the last time that tactic would be used. There was no doubt in her mind that the man that stood at the command pulpit of his flagship, would allow her to commit such a grave act of desperate heroism again. In fact she had expected it. With laughter starting to broil within her belly, she withdrew herself from the command throne and moved towards her tactical display table. There she flicked the command console and watched as the two-dimensional image her second in command had be glaring at turn into a real time representation in three dimensions.
Her formation of Victory II’s had been loosely scattered about the North Pole when the opposing fleet had arrived. While from an overhead view the battle line they had created seemed like a flying chevron, though as the three-dimensional image before her came to life such a standardized pattern didn’t even come close to fully defining what the formation had been represented as. The ‘Ratigan’ had been at the forefront of the shambled formation of loosely organized vessels, and was the target of the newly arrived Mandalorian reinforcements bearing IFF tags that forced the laughter from Captain Kale’s belly. Galactic Security Assistance Force? That had to be one of the worst faction names she had ever heard of, and she had heard of many. In the time it had taken the long range turbolasers of the vessel designated; The Basterd’s hand, to fire their great beams of condensed super-heated plasma, she had learned much of their so called farce. They were men and women pledged to the defense of innocent lives and sought to lock those touched by the force behind bars. She scoffed as she watched the ‘Ratigan’s shields take minimal damage from the two bolts of emerald energy. The marker representing their shields had dropped to seventy-five percent, for the effectiveness of long range turbolasers had put them on par, if not in a higher class than the standard template of heavy shipboard weaponry. The four parings of proton torpedoes had fared little better than their turbolaser counter parts, missing the target as the bolts had struck through the air.
The Captain of the ‘Ratigan’ was pleased that the theatre commander Kale had seen to his ship, ensuring that his craft had continued to soar through space. The man had been worried that the proton torpedoes would’ve torn through his shielding and damaged one of his ship’s vital systems. When the swift text based transmission had been sent, Captain Kale had assured the man that such weaponry was not meant to be used in anti-starship warfare but rather designed for orbital bombardments and the nimble starfighter based warfare. Though a small frown had appeared upon her face as she watched the massive proton flares turn upon their axis and make another pass at the ‘Ratigan’. She had to say she was impressed at such blind sellswords could employ such weaponry. Though her frown had dissipated as the proton flares had their advance arrested by several of the tractor beam projectors activating at a reverse polarity. The relentless charge into the maw of the beast had been halted, only to have several of the starboard side guns turn their wrath upon such vile weaponry. The sight was beauteous to behold, and signified that the defenders were not so easy to kill. Captain Kale grimaced as she thought of what was to come should they halt their own advance, for she knew that when the guns of the True Mandalorian fleet had locked onto their stilled warships, death would surely follow.
Mere minutes after the data had been transmitted to the planet below; three superheated and condensed beams of energy were spat from the surface with a violent abandon. Soaring through the silence of the void with a threatening lions purr, they sought to strike against the unsuspecting hide of a Nebula-Class Star Destroyer bearing the name of the ‘Basterd’s Hand.’ The ship wasn’t as much of a threat as the True Mandalorian warships; however the attack was justified as it fit within the scope of Captain Logan’s generalized plan for the defense of Kuat. When and if they had struck their intended target, they would do so with the power that was needed to supply energy to a large city for an entire day. Should they strike true, death’s embrace would soon follow... Admiral Jethroe Staton
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Command Deck of the Basterd's Hand
20 Minutes into the Assault on Kuat Admiral Jethroe Staton gripped the armrests of his command chair tightly with his webbed fingers as he watched the Hardpoint's belly turn luminescent. The Nebula-class Star Destroyer took the brunt of the attack along her bow shields, which buckled in a flare of blue and white energy under the pressure of the first immense blast of energy from the w-165 Planetary Turbolasers. A report from the vessels Captain, Ardolf Hayse stated their bow shields had been breached and their mid-ship shields had been struck down to fifteen percent strength. Hoping his gamble had paid off, Staton could only watch as the Hardpoint to continued onward, moving to press itself into safety within the shroud of the shipyards themselves as he waited for the triangulation data on the shots to confirm the locations of the three turbolaser fortifications. Just as the third massive turbolaser bolt struck the Hardpoint's aft ventral shields, the w-165 Planetary Turbolaser batteries below surpassed their ten second recharge time, and Staton knew to expect another volley. The Hardpoint's aft shields collapsed in a plume of vibrant, explosive energy, the heavy armor hull plating beneath cracked and splintered as fires raged in deadly spiderwebs across the vessel. Fumes and debris burst forth from the battleship's innards. Electrical systems flickered and died out all across the Hardpoint's structure, replaced with death and disorder. The bow of the vessel fared no better, the nose of the Nebula Star Destroyer was blackened and burning. Reports from the vessel's crew began to stream automatically across GALCOM's communication channels, and Staton's mouth tendrils quivered in anger. The only shielding that remained on the Hardpoint remained on the midship and aft-dorsal portions of the ship's structure. The reactor core had been severed from a large portion of the vessel's supporting systems, stripping the engines of nearly 70% of their power and reducing the number of functional DBY-827 Heavy Dual turbolasers from eight to one that retained only 60% functionality. All but eight of the Hardpoint's forty laser cannons were destroyed or disabled, cut off from their failing power sources. Shield strength for the aft-dorsal shields was reduced to 40%; they're recycling capabilities reduced to 35%.Through his anger and self-loathing, Admiral Staton had the planetary turbolasers marked. Another volley was bound to be on its way and Staton did not expect the Hardpoint to fully shroud herself behind the bulk of the shipyard in time for their arrival. He continued to watch the battlefield display as the Hardpoint maintained its drastically sluggish approach towards the shipyards, now forced to swing much closer to the immense orbital structure than had been originally planned. A following volley from the Kuati turbolasers would likely miss as the Hardpoint's bow, though the way it was forced to swing it's aft end towards the shipyards, the aft end of the vessel would still be in targeting range for the planetary defense weapons. Were the Hardpoint to be successful in aligning itself well within the shadow of the superstructure it ought to be adequately protected from the weapons after a second volley. The Nebula Star Destroyer was already in the process of recycling its remaining shields, though it would be several long minutes before they were back to even half of their reduced strength. The Mon Calamari design they had been modified with were more than capable of holding off damage to the vessel's structure, for the time being, though the planetary turbolasers were not the only threat on the battlefield. Until the shields were cycled through again, the Hardpoint's dorsal sections would remain vulnerable to missiles and rockets, though Staton hoped the vessel's remaining point defense systems would provide adequate defense until the cycling had been completed.
The Basterd's Hand, however, still remained completely vulnerable, too large to hide completely behind the shipyard structure from its current position. Staton issued attack orders on the Victory-class Star Destroyers they had previously fired on even as the vessel made its way towards the protection of the shipyards themselves. Hopefully the underwhelming attack Staton had initially incited will have left the enemy Victories unsuspecting. His strategy was simple, and similar to their enemy's: Cull the weak. Unfortunately for the Dark Tide defenders, "weak" was a broad definition of their forces."Overcharge the cannons. Off-set each volley. Aim for that first Victory. I want it destroyed."Staton's orders were obeyed by the Weapon Crew almost immediately, the previous targeting solutions recycled to accommodate for the repositioning of both vessels.
The eight massive cannons of the Basterd's Hand gathered energy within her bowels, angling their barrels towards the first Victory-class Star Destroyer. The turbolasers and missile systems unleashed a full first wave of ten assault concussion missiles, the type suited primarily for use against enemy capital ships. He watched the missiles fire, then called for turbolaser fire from the Hand's DBY-827 Heavy Dual batteries to cover the missiles' launch. The overcharged cannons fired, the energy bolts speeding passed the fired missiles and helping to mask their approach. The tactic was intended to confuse or distract the enemies' anti-missile defense systems, allowing the assault concussion missiles to strike uninterrupted and unleashing nothing short of death. The Hand fired and immediately began shifting power to recharge the cannons as they discharged, likewise reorienting its Long-Range turbolasers for a shot at the second Kuati Victory, though it refrained from firing for the moment. Staton watched the battlefield display as their attack was initiated, in full force this time around. The Kuati Defenders would not find GALSAF so easily turned away.Staton quickly ran through his other options, sending forth 1st Flight to chase off the seventy-eight TIE Fighters that were on approach towards 2nd Battalions LAAT gunships. The eighteen gunships had deployed close enough to the shipyards to escape the brunt defensive fire from the station itself, though they would remain vulnerable until they had dropped off their passengers. Jig and Love Company's twelve gunships angled low as they approached Sector Seven, turning sharply through the various structures that bristled along the spine of the shipyards as they shot for their own insertion point at the drydocks in Sector One-Zero-Four, or the fourth drydocks counted clockwise from Supply Space Station. King Company's six gunships struck directly for their insertion point at Sector One-Five, the Commercial Zone attached to the Residential Space Station where the second shield generator was supposedly located.
Green bolts of cannon fire lit the space around the gunships as defending TIE fighters made their initial approach. Lucky for the Commandos on board the gunships, their vessel's hulls and shields were enough to deflect most of the damage from the light attack fighters, though sustained fire would eventually punch through the shields and damage the hull beneath. Thankfully for the close deployment, the gunships were already well on their way to their insertion points, though the defending TIE's would quickly return for a second run.
The gunships crews began returning fire from the bow and aft cannons of their gunships, which were modified versions of the stock anti-personnel cannons usually found on the craft. These cannons, however, boasted more power and much faster repeating fire, which served adequately as anti-fighter weapons. The green lasers of the gunships' composite beam weapons likewise struck for whatever targets they could identify, and while their targeting systems provided advanced vectors for firing on their attackers, TIE's were notoriously nimble and capable of flying with twice the speed at which the LAAT gunships were.
Their approach was made easier however, as 1st Flight cut through the space behind the attacking TIE Fighters, the XJ-7 X-wings capable of outmatching TIE's in almost any way that mattered. 1st Flight's 32 X-wings lanced towards their allies' would-be assailants, firing torpedoes when locks were attained and peppering the space around the TIE's with linked cannon fire.
Despite the sudden attack, the gunships did not escape without their share of damage. Jig Company's First Platoon was struck with a cannon bolt on the port engine, bringing their gunship to a crash against the station's shields, just three-hundred meters short of their insertion point. By sheer luck, the gunship struck belly first, protecting the Commandos within from otherwise certain death. The gunship's pilots however, both died in the collision, and the vessel was damaged beyond recuperation. There were three injuries amongst First Platoon's Commandos, one broken arm and two puncture wounds. First Platoon's CO, Captain Edd Yult, reoriented his attention to care for his Commandos while the rest of the force continued forward to their insertion points. First Platoon's gunship was left to float among the various debris spreading across the battlespace, its engines inoperable. Captain Yult pulled the pilots from their seats and sat amongst the controls, shutting down the gunship's systems to preserve their location and vulnerability from being identified by enemy forces.
King Company, which had the furthest to travel to OB-Two, sustained one damaged gunship during their initial approach as they swung past Jig Company's deploying Commandos. The gunship trailed off and crashed against the face of the Kuat Drive Yard Office buildings, the shipyard's shields collapsing the bow fuselage and killing nearly half the Third Platoon Commandos held within. The rest were able to organize their wounded and stabilize them inside the damaged troop bay, hidden for the time being from any enemy forces. Third Platoon's Leftenant, Adan Ikkers, organized the section into two squads. Both Captains sent up text-based reports on secured com-channels updating their fellow leaders regarding the position and circumstances of their respective units. |
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 17, 2013 11:01:28 GMT -8
Supply Space Station (1)
*Gavin opened his eyes. The battle had been raging for quite a little while. So far there had been no attempt to to invade the drive yards, no doubt the fleet keeping the invading forces at bay. But he could feel that the fight would soon be coming to him. Standing to his feet he stood just a ways off of the generator and waited for them to make attack i this area.*
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Dec 17, 2013 20:15:44 GMT -8
Taung's ships spiraled down from the northern hemisphere until they came level with the Kuat Drive Yards Main Offices where they pulled up and to starboard and entered an orbit well outside of the shields, but close enough to the massive yards complex that it shielded them from most fire from the surface. The ships shifted into a plus formation with the Orar and Ram'or sandwiching the three in line Mandokar class Star Frigates as all the ships started scanning the stations shields, looking for a weakness or a hole, something to slip some troops into to try to take the powerful shields down from the inside, or the generators that powered them. The ships angled slightly to put their starboard flanks facing to the south as the ships orbited the yards, their weapons positioning themselves to fire on Dark Tides Reserve Fleet when the orbital move revealed them from the bulk of the planet. The Mishmure'cya class ships draped their recharged ranged shields on either side of the formation, protecting the exposed space side of the formation, and the side that faced the shipyards from whatever weapons they may have in store. Each of the five ships had their heavy tractor beams ready for use in case something was physically tossed at them from the yards or if the yards screened some attacking craft until the last moment.
Taung put his troops on notice for combat drop and called Mel on a private channel, telling her to report to the drop station.
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