Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Jan 3, 2014 15:19:05 GMT -8
*Crystaall continued to sit there in meditation. She could sense the anger, and she could sense the fighting, the battle...... getting closer. She tried to remember when she was involved back in the Rebel Alliance, and back when she fought with bounty hunters and the like. Her knowledge of battle had changed, and her skill in battle has improved, but she knew that if she was doing this on her own, she would be overwhelmed sooner or later. She stayed in meditation as Jud'dayus gave his commands and stood up. He wanted to be ready for the imminent strike the Mandos would make on the generator. She sighed and slowly stood up, and adjusting her HUD to recognize both the droids under Jud'dayus' command and Jud himself. She only nodded to Jud as he stretched and she took a quick inventory of her weapons. Sooner or later, the fireworks would be knocking on their door.*
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Mel Tervho
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Post by Mel Tervho on Jan 4, 2014 19:10:50 GMT -8
Sep took point and lead the commando teams skimming along the top of the drive yards until he signaled to those behind him and swooped down to the side and entered an open hangar door. The team looked around cautiously and Mel pulled off her helmet. It appeared to be a large machine shop (12) from the look of things. Vith was already checking power reading by the time they had all checked in and although she wanted to ditch the heavy armor, she figured another romp through space could be likely. She took off the safety on her assault blaster rifle and and moved towards the door Vith pointed at.
The power readings are stronger this way. There's a tram over there. Einen, slice the controls. Mel, take point and eliminate any hostiles in the way. We're heading for the Military Space Station according to these schematics. Let's get to the drydock in between us and it and see what we're up against.
Mel propped her rifle on the front end of the tramcar, her focus on the tracks before Einen got the controls set and the commandos zoomed off towards sector 3.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 4, 2014 19:53:04 GMT -8
Jethroe
Success/Failure Roll = 2
The last salvo of fire from the Basterd's Hand shows no gap in the shields, the hole has been plugged by increasing the output of the shield generator. There is no gap for the gunships to get through and impact with the shields is imminent. Ion cannon fire continues to pelt the ships that managed to slip through.
Becc
Success/Failure Roll = 6
Civilian evacuation efforts continue under the radar as the last three transports land to get the last personnel off the station.
ONCE AN INVADER LANDS ON THE STATION, I WILL NOT DM THE COMBAT BETWEEN THE DEFENDERS AND INVADERS. I WILL ONLY DM THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SHIELD GENERATORS.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 20:37:10 GMT -8
The 3 Leo Transport Pilots sighed with relief as they managed to avoid any incoming fire and touched down in the hangar bay aboard the Residential Space Station. The boarding ramps were lowered as Chiss Troopers went about helping the remaining few Civilians to board the transports. With any luck they would be able to load up the civilians without coming under attack from any of the forces that were boarding the station. Meanwhile the Pilots keep an eye on their battle feed data, plotting a departure route back to the Medical Fleet so they were ready once the civilians were loaded up
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Post by Jethroe Staton on Jan 6, 2014 17:36:36 GMT -8
Jethroe
Success/Failure Roll = 2
The last salvo of fire from the Basterd's Hand shows no gap in the shields, the hole has been plugged by increasing the output of the shield generator. There is no gap for the gunships to get through and impact with the shields is imminent. Ion cannon fire continues to pelt the ships that managed to slip through. Lieutenant Coronel Zed Mul
Battalion Commander, 4th Battalion, 1st Infantry Brigade Commando Team, GALSAF
Outside Kuat Drive Yard shield barrier Zed Mul gritted his teeth as they prepared for impact against the shipyard shields. Staton's last salvo had failed to penetrate them, preventing any of Mul's LAAT/i craft from making it through to the shipyards. They were still trapped outside the shields, subject to the dangers of the expanding battlefield. To complicate matters, his own craft, bereft of any real engine power, was heading for a collision course with the still functional shields. It was a collision that would claim the lives of his commandos and hinder GALSAF's ability to accomplish their mission. Mul called for his pilots to correct their course and abandon the cockpit. Within moments, he felt his stomach lurch as the gunship began to tumble forward, tipping so as to face its dorsal section towards the shields. With the activity inside the troop bay at a frenzy as commandos locked down their gear and weapons, the two pilots returned from the cockpit and sealed it from the rear bay.Ready to eject. Sergent Aferty reported, clipping her rifle to her chest and sitting down beside the forward bulkhead. Mul nodded and took his seat, buckling himself in and keying quickly for the ejection sequence. A moment later, Mul's stomach jumped again as the main fuselage of the gunship jettisoned the troop bay capsule of the vessel from itself, essentially tossing them away from the shield. The remaining carcass of the gunship slammed against the shields moments later, exploding in a cloud of vaporized hull plating and electronic systems. Soon after the fuel cells and remaining rockets detonated in the heat of the explosion, doubling the size of the expanding cloud. As quickly as it was born, the cloud began to die, fizzling out in the vacuum of space. Mul watched as the troop bay was bathed in dim red emergency lighting, and silence fell on the commandos inside. The troop bay had lost most of their velocity during the ejection they were still moving slowly towards the shields. Sergent Ni'karta touched Mul on the shoulder, getting his attention.We've got maybe a minute, minute and a half before we hit that shield, sir. Mul gritted his teeth for the umpteenth time since the battle had begun. If you let us die like this Staton, I swear you'll never hear the last of it.Admiral Jethroe Staton [GC-03]
Admiral of GALSAF Naval Forces
Command Deck of the Basterd's Hand Admiral Staton grunted as the shipyard's shields held brilliantly against their previous onslaught, ordering for another salvo almost immediately. The gunships they had approaching the shields were force to pull away at the last second as the energy released by the Basterd's Hand dissipated. All but two of the gunships were successful in their evasion, the ones that weren't were the pair of disabled vessels that had been struck by cannon fire early into the assault."Double our fire power, we need the rest of those gunships to get through." Staton called to the Weapons Crew, who quickly began rerouting power from the mostly unused engines of the vessel to the weapon banks. The massive Long-Range Turbolasers began to gather energy as the Heavy Cannons likewise prepared themselves to fire. Twenty more Assault Concussion Missiles were launched with the strike, just behind the cannon fire. Staton began to check over the condition of the Hardpoint's survivors as his own vessel shuddered. The Basterd's Hand had fired again at the shipyard shields, with nearly double the strength of their previous salvo, hoping they would succeed in breaking through the shields a second time. Lieutenant Coronel Mul's words had run in Staton's ear over his private comlink, though he refrained from reminding the Battalion Commander that he'd been against their involvement from the beginning of the Yavin IV invasion.The gunships that had made it through the shields immediately dropped below the arc of the shipyard's ion cannon emplacements, opting for the slower, but safer route around and through the cityscape that covered the shipyard's surface. Of the gunships that had already been struck by ion cannon fire, all survived, though one had been forced to land within the dense cityscape and drop off its commandos short of their objective. The platoon of commandos were now working to force their way into the shipyards through several vented sections. They used two of the four composite beam cannons of the gunship in an attempt to cut out the vents and provide themselves with entry into the station's Sector 1.
The crashed gunship had forced its way into the side of a small building unit, and while the commandos within had escaped death, a handful were slightly injured and one of hte two pilots were dead. The commandos of LAAT/i gunship L-41J worked as quickly as they could to stabilize their casualties and strip the vessel of useful equipment and gear before the platoon abandoned the gunship and sealed themselves inside the station. There was no recovering the vessel, though a thermal detonator charge had been planted against the main fuel cells of the vessel. It would be detonated once the platoon of commandos were well away from the area and already deep within the shipyard, denying any scavengers the chance to salvage the gunship's upgraded equipment. |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jan 7, 2014 21:10:16 GMT -8
The power readings are stronger this way. There's a tram over there. Einen, slice the controls. Mel, take point and eliminate any hostiles in the way. We're heading for the Military Space Station according to these schematics. Let's get to the drydock in between us and it and see what we're up against.Mel propped her rifle on the front end of the tramcar, her focus on the tracks before Einen got the controls set and the commandos zoomed off towards sector 3. Millitary Space Station (3) Northern Blast-Door:Alpha and its strike team were within sight of the Northern entrance to the installation. With several curt hand gestures, Alpha issued orders to the remaining 4 HK-Js and the Droideka Mk.II. The Hk-Js fanned out; two towards what looked like a metal working shop, and the other two towards several large shipping crates (large enough to hold a shipment of blaster rifles). As this happened the Droideka ponderously marched forward, until it was about 5 meters from the blast-door entrance. As the Droideka stopped, it hunkered down, spooling up his shields and cannons. Both sets of HK-Js returned shortly after, carrying items such as the cargo crates and emptied tool cases to act as makeshift cover. It wasn't that they'd really need it, it was more of a software compulsion, a need to fulfill their preordained necessities as soldiers. Good cover equaled better opportunity for killing, plain and simple. The majority of the crates were arranged in front of the Droideka's turreted position, while the remaining HK-Js fanned out once more in a semi-circle to the door. Each unslung their T-21's and leveled them for the onslaught to come. Alpha stepped back behind the Droideka and took the DXR-6 disruptor rifle off its upper leg, mag-locking the T-21 to it instead.
Meanwhile... Southern Blast-Door:Beta's team reached the Southern entrance, and started to set up a defensive position as well. The Droideka took it's place as a turret 7 meters away from the door. There were no spare crates to use for cover so Beta improvised their configuration. The Droideka had direct line-of-sight, as soon as the doors would open its volley would be catostrophic. To either side of the blast-door stood an HK-J, their DXR-6 disruptor rifles held at the ready to atomize anything left. The remaining two HK-Js had been positioned elsewhere, both up a level on the ramparts that overlooked the door. They had been step up on opposite sides of the metal stanchions, with their DC-15A blaster rifle trained and able to lay down a dithering crossfire of blue bolts. Beta remained behind the Droideka, his T-21 eagerly gripped.
Elsewhere... Jud's HUD displayed two emblems, meaning his droids were in place. "Tick tock tick tock..." Jud mused, wagging his finger back and forth in amusement.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 20:39:57 GMT -8
Admiral Jethroe Staton [GC-03]
Admiral of GALSAF Naval Forces
Command Deck of the Basterd's Hand Admiral Staton grunted as the shipyard's shields held brilliantly against their previous onslaught, ordering for another salvo almost immediately. The gunships they had approaching the shields were force to pull away at the last second as the energy released by the Basterd's Hand dissipated. All but two of the gunships were successful in their evasion, the ones that weren't were the pair of disabled vessels that had been struck by cannon fire early into the assault."Double our fire power, we need the rest of those gunships to get through." Staton called to the Weapons Crew, who quickly began rerouting power from the mostly unused engines of the vessel to the weapon banks. The massive Long-Range Turbolasers began to gather energy as the Heavy Cannons likewise prepared themselves to fire. Twenty more Assault Concussion Missiles were launched with the strike, just behind the cannon fire. Staton began to check over the condition of the Hardpoint's survivors as his own vessel shuddered. The Basterd's Hand had fired again at the shipyard shields, with nearly double the strength of their previous salvo, hoping they would succeed in breaking through the shields a second time. Lieutenant Coronel Mul's words had run in Staton's ear over his private comlink, though he refrained from reminding the Battalion Commander that he'd been against their involvement from the beginning of the Yavin IV invasion.The gunships that had made it through the shields immediately dropped below the arc of the shipyard's ion cannon emplacements, opting for the slower, but safer route around and through the cityscape that covered the shipyard's surface. Of the gunships that had already been struck by ion cannon fire, all survived, though one had been forced to land within the dense cityscape and drop off its commandos short of their objective. The platoon of commandos were now working to force their way into the shipyards through several vented sections. They used two of the four composite beam cannons of the gunship in an attempt to cut out the vents and provide themselves with entry into the station's Sector 1.
The crashed gunship had forced its way into the side of a small building unit, and while the commandos within had escaped death, a handful were slightly injured and one of hte two pilots were dead. The commandos of LAAT/i gunship L-41J worked as quickly as they could to stabilize their casualties and strip the vessel of useful equipment and gear before the platoon abandoned the gunship and sealed themselves inside the station. There was no recovering the vessel, though a thermal detonator charge had been planted against the main fuel cells of the vessel. It would be detonated once the platoon of commandos were well away from the area and already deep within the shipyard, denying any scavengers the chance to salvage the gunship's upgraded equipment.
It was not long after the Victory II destroyers had opened fire, that the larger and considerably more deadly cousins had entered the fray. From one side, where the angled Imperial II Star Destroyer revealed its ventral hangars and belly, came the ‘Weeping Angel’. The vessels heaviest batteries, located upon the starboard section of the hull just below the command tower; having swiveled into position earlier, opened fire and unleashed a thunderous staccato of massive tubrolaser bolts, only to be followed swiftly thereafter by the brilliant azure of the warships heavy Ion cannon batteries. In addition to the turreted quad batteries, dozens of cannons arrayed throughout the starboard brim trench joined the chorus as the vessel advanced, nose first towards the northern pole. The dazzling fireworks slowly began to concentrate upon a single point, arcing up and down with a single point as its fulcrum. The lines of fire coming from the seven vessels began blurring together as they struck towards their foe, leaving one to wonder if there would be anything remaining once the Dark Tide cannons had subsided.
Arguably the most advanced warship in this sector of space, the Black Caisson made its approach with its port side guns aimed directly as the enemy vessels command tower. A score of ten heavy dual turbolaser turrets opened fire, spitting out streams of emerald death towards the stationary target that seemed more intent upon damaging the shields of the station rather than engaging the larger threat elsewhere in the theatre. Following the examples set by the larger guns, fifteen cannons let fly their deadly cannonade of standard turbolaser fire mixed in with that of the five Ion cannons. Adding their strength to the already considerable amount of firepower being poured into the modified warship known as the Basterd’s Hand, four of the eight turreted assault concussion missile tubes unleashed their deadly payloads. Capital ship grade missiles, the size of a large starfighter, burst forth through the energetic membrane of the Nebula, sent streaking through the ocean of stars with the intent of ripping their intended target’s hull open to the void. Each tube had an internal payload of thirty massive projectiles, and as they streaked towards their destination, it was made clear that sixteen in total were sent. Death would soon follow soon after, Captain Aximand was sure of this. Yet, as time has proven over and over again, things could change for the better or worse. He only hoped that the die would roll in his favour... |
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 17, 2014 21:37:10 GMT -8
Ander/Jethroe
Success/Failure Roll = NA
The shields have been adjusted where you are to cover the previous gaps. No amount of firepower thrown at them seems to highlight any perceived weakness to exploit.
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Mel Tervho
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Post by Mel Tervho on Jan 17, 2014 22:07:09 GMT -8
The tram car blew past a station as Einen pulled back on the controls and the scenery passed slower and slower until it creaked to a stop in the transit tunnel that ran through the ring. Vith motioned up the tracks where a faint light glowed in the dim tunnel.
The utility door up there leads to a ventilation system. Let's head up and see if we can get some eyes on the generator.
Mel's eyes swept the tunnel but there was nothing jumping out at her immediately but she didn't like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 2:10:37 GMT -8
The Chiss Troopers loaded up in the Leo Transports after the last of the Civilians were loaded up and safely aboard the ships, moments before the loading ramps were raised. The pilots engaged the repulsors, lifting the transports off the ground enough for the landing gear to be retracted, before they engaged the engines, causing the Transports to rush forth from the hangar bay of the Residential Space Station.
The three Transports then banked right, having been forced to travel to between the Generator's located in Sector's 1 and 2. As the gap opened up in the shields, the three Leo Transports quickly cleared the gap before it closed again. The only downside to this route was that it put them dangerously close to the attacking fleets.
The pilot's had been confidant they could dodge almost anything, considering that the nearest ship had been the Basterds Hand, which was still almost a quarter of the world away at the Andrim Shipyards. However, what they failed to account for was the ammount of munitions the Mandalorians and GALSAF were willing to unload upon KDY and the Dark Tide Ships. A fact they realized too late as several stray torpedoes, or perhaps not so stray, locked onto the Transports moments before colliding with the fragile ships.
It was a foul blow to a mission which had been almost completely successful. A few moments more and the Leo Transports would have been able to clear the Yards, evacing the last of the civilians and avoiding the torpedoes. But now they were naught but space dust, further wreckage adding to that which was already amassing around the planet
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Post by Jethroe Staton on Jan 18, 2014 16:17:24 GMT -8
Passing the elliptical curvature of the station’s shields, two battle groups of star destroyers of various classifications had garnered a target lock upon the stationary vessel designated as The Basterd’s Hand. Using the data drawn from the station itself and the various fighter groups currently engaged with the vessel’s fighter escort, their guns were already ratcheted into position; merely awaiting the chance to line themselves up for a clear field of fire. Six Victory II Star Destroyers, three upon one side whilst the remaining was upon the other, the first of the eight remaining Dark Tide vessels to open fire. Coming in at an angle perpendicular to that of the modified Imperator II, the six vessels unleashed a devastating mixture of emerald and sapphire light. Volley after volley of beryl turbolaser fire had been emitted from the staggered positioning of the smaller destroyers, followed swiftly after by the azure bolts of ion cannon discharges. Their guns began to swivel and track towards their stationary foe as the six vessels continued upon their path, pouring more and more firepower into the assault as they glided through space.
It was not long after the Victory II destroyers had opened fire, that the larger and considerably more deadly cousins had entered the fray. From one side, where the angled Imperial II Star Destroyer revealed its ventral hangars and belly, came the ‘Weeping Angel’. The vessels heaviest batteries, located upon the starboard section of the hull just below the command tower; having swiveled into position earlier, opened fire and unleashed a thunderous staccato of massive tubrolaser bolts, only to be followed swiftly thereafter by the brilliant azure of the warships heavy Ion cannon batteries. In addition to the turreted quad batteries, dozens of cannons arrayed throughout the starboard brim trench joined the chorus as the vessel advanced, nose first towards the northern pole. The dazzling fireworks slowly began to concentrate upon a single point, arcing up and down with a single point as its fulcrum. The lines of fire coming from the seven vessels began blurring together as they struck towards their foe, leaving one to wonder if there would be anything remaining once the Dark Tide cannons had subsided.
Arguably the most advanced warship in this sector of space, the Black Caisson made its approach with its port side guns aimed directly as the enemy vessels command tower. A score of ten heavy dual turbolaser turrets opened fire, spitting out streams of emerald death towards the stationary target that seemed more intent upon damaging the shields of the station rather than engaging the larger threat elsewhere in the theatre. Following the examples set by the larger guns, fifteen cannons let fly their deadly cannonade of standard turbolaser fire mixed in with that of the five Ion cannons. Adding their strength to the already considerable amount of firepower being poured into the modified warship known as the Basterd’s Hand, four of the eight turreted assault concussion missile tubes unleashed their deadly payloads. Capital ship grade missiles, the size of a large starfighter, burst forth through the energetic membrane of the Nebula, sent streaking through the ocean of stars with the intent of ripping their intended target’s hull open to the void. Each tube had an internal payload of thirty massive projectiles, and as they streaked towards their destination, it was made clear that sixteen in total were sent. Death would soon follow soon after, Captain Aximand was sure of this. Yet, as time has proven over and over again, things could change for the better or worse. He only hoped that the die would roll in his favour...
Streams of laser cannon fire from the Dark Tide battle group seared through the air where the GALSAF vessel had previously stationed itself, continuing onward into the planet's upper atmosphere. Several of the bolts struck the Hand's port shields, though they were few enough in number to cause no lasting damage. On the command bridge of the Basterd's Hand, Admiral Staton attempted to reach friendly forces over their secure comlink connection.Taung H'rel, this is Admiral Staton of the Basterd's Hand. We are being pursued by a battle group of eight Dark Tide vessels. I would much appreciate if you could lend us some fire support against those vessels. We are still attempting to board the station, but their shields are proving to be more difficult to handle than we previously expected. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.The Basterd's Hand continued its maneuvers, dropping down towards the upper edge of the inner ring of the station, which was now once more in between the two opposing forces. This tactic once more placed the lone GALSAF Star Destroyer within view of the three planetary turbolasers, as it was now snugged up against the shipyard's inner ring facing the planet. The maneuver would also greatly increase the risk that the turbolasers would strike the station itself, however, which might prove a strong enough deterrent to prevent the planetary cannons from firing on the Basterd's Hand.
The GALSAF gunships that had remained trapped outside the shield now began to arrive beneath the Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer, which was just now unleashing a series of attacks that would strafe the shields of the station's inner ring, searching for yet another weak point to exploit. |
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 18, 2014 21:44:18 GMT -8
Chaos.... yes that was a good word for it. Despite the claustrophobic and almost quiet feel of maintenance shaft we were in I could still feel the fight going on around us. The four yard workers that I had found would have seemed oddly calm, at least to anyone who couldn't feel the waves of calming force energy coming off of me. Sure it was a mild form of mind influence and would probably be frowned on by Jedi custom I didn't really care at the moment. I needed them as calm and quiet as they could be. I had been caught out on my own when the attack had come. After the bulk of the evacuation had been accomplished I had gone off on my own to look for stragglers that, for one reason or another, hadn't gone rushing for evac points as soon as they possibly could. I had found three of them working on erasing a few hard drives and had picked the fourth up when we found him hiding in one of the maintenance shafts we were crawling across the station in. Now we had almost reached our destination.
I fought back the feelings of rage, fear, and sadistic glee that seemed to fill the entire Kuat system. Creating my own little bubble of calm in this chaos was not easy, especially when I had every reason to feel the same feelings. My home had been destroyed, the Mandos had taken friends from me. If anyone deserved rage it was.... Wait... No. That's not the way. Taking a deep breath, I bring back the calm. I am no different from them if I can't control myself. I am here not for vengeance but to help the civilians and to do my part in preventing others from suffering what I had. I am a Jedi, suffering doesn't matter. I have my past as does everyone else, but I will NOT let it control me.
As I find peace with myself once again my bubble of calm expands, creating a beacon that any nearby force user would have trouble ignoring for the shear contrast to the chaos all around. That was the good thing about facing force hating zealots, you didn't have to hide your presence. You could let you allies know where you are without worrying about your enemies tapping in and finding you out, the Force is no computer and so can't be hacked. I drag myself through the maintenance shaft, following a powerful dark presence. One that although familiar, still gave me chills to this day. The Dark Lord who had nearly killed me years ago on Bespin was here in all his glory, and I was moving toward him for safety, now how's that for irony.
Pushing out a hatch after determining with the force that there was no one behind it I pull out my flask and take a long swig of the liquor inside as I let my customary half-smile cross my face and head toward a blast door that seems to be not too far from my ultimate destination. I'm about to plug in a datapad that I had produced from on of the many pockets of my tattered tan jumpsuit that hid under my equally tattered and oil stained blue robes when I realize that there is something else between here and there. Something that a force user without the affinity I have for machines might notice. An almost empty feeling in the force, like something should be there and isn't... Droids. Likely battle droids since... well this is a battle of course. Reaching out with my presence I expand my bubble of calm forward to intersect with the almost overpowering raw will coming from the dark lord. Despite my relative weakness in the force I pour my willpower into my breakthrough, forcing my calmness to mix with his danger, making it obvious who I am and letting just a brief message pass between us before dropping the hard fought connection, not wanting to let myself get caught up in his particular brand of chaos... Let me in old man.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jan 19, 2014 21:22:52 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3) Jud's head shifted towards the South entrance seconds before the emblem within his helm started to pulsate that his droids were about to make contact with someone or something beyond the blast-door. He gave the feeling of familiarity a smile, and the tidings in his mind a haughty laugh aloud, before he addressed his droids. "Allow the Jedi access..." Was all the Sith said into his vox-system, before jumping from his elevated spot above the bay.
He fluttered to the ground, nimbly landing on his feet, before straightening up and smoothing out his robes. "Nothing happens by chance..." The Old Sith reminded himself, as he made his way towards the Southern entrance. Meanwhile, at the Southern Blast-Door...
Beta put his metallic hand up and all the droids eased into a ready stance. One of the HK-J models walked over to the door-panel and put in the code to deactivate the mag-locks to allow this Jedi entrance. As soon as the Jedi was in the door would be closed and sealed.
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Taung H'rel
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 20, 2014 14:46:13 GMT -8
A brilliant blue beam of light washed across the machine shops to the east of the Andrim Shipyards and across a portion of the shipyards themselves. a long continuous explosion violently ripped away from and into the shields, the massive energy shockwave expending its fury into the vacuum of space, for a long drawn out few seconds outshining the planet's primary as matter normally only found in hyperspace or in the reactors of certain space faring vessels. Weapon signatures like this usually werent seen outside of superlasers, and that is indeed what appeared to have struck the station from the large Mandalorian vessel that had just appeared in open orbit.
While the station's shields shivered, they held, no gaps appeared. The combined reactor power going into the shields held, the weapon was not powerful enough to penetrate, perhaps it was poorly aimed. Perhaps it was the angle, the shields being able to fend off the explosions set off across a large surface of the shipyards, or perhaps the Mandalorian Superweapon had depleted a large amount of its power jumping through hyperspace. Whatever the reason the massive damage that was directed at the shipyards, did little more than cause the power to flicker for a brief second as the shields automatically compensated for the massive pulse of radiation and some near bulkheads to heat slightly and others to quake as if a large vehicle had just traveled nearby. Some people who had remained on the station looked up at the ceilings and bulkheads with trepidation and then each other. On the outside, the explosion tore through space taking with it a stripe across the Andrim Shipyards and the Machine Shops immediately to its east as the shockwave would have the same power as a medium sized ships reactor exploding, along the intersection of the blue beam and the shields.
What would be lost in the battle, is the fact that a number of cloaked super missiles, had detonated their payloads of hypermatter containment vessels, and hypermatter reactors as they contacted the Kuat Drive Yards shields, timed to coincide with a massive beam of holographic light.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jan 20, 2014 17:07:37 GMT -8
The shields hold tight, there is no inkling of a weakness nor does the station seem to even notice that anything has impacted them as the fighting in and around the ring continues.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 18:13:22 GMT -8
The remaining GALSAF Star Destroyer had been tracking the movements of the various hostile and friendly elements since their arrival in the system, and Admiral Staton had taken note of the approach of the eight Dark Tide vessels. Comprised predominately of Victory-II Class Star Destroyers, the vessels had begun their maneuvers around the curvature of the station, hoping to bring themselves within a proper firing line of the Basterd's Hand. Staton had already issued evasive action orders after their last salvo failed to penetrate the shipyard shields. As their gunships looped around the station's ventral sections, the Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer had shifted its position, its engines propelling it over the shipyard. By the time the oncoming Dark Tide battle groups had crept around the curvature of the station, the Basterd's Hand was already rising out of their path of fire. Staton ordered firing solutions on the incoming battlegroup, targeting the lone Imperial-I Class Star Destroyer and launching a payload of 70 Assault Concussion Missiles ahead of the vessel's approach. Just as the Weeping Angel came into view of the GALSAF vessel's previous location, the missiles would be closing their distance from around the station's shields to strike at their foe.
Streams of laser cannon fire from the Dark Tide battle group seared through the air where the GALSAF vessel had previously stationed itself, continuing onward into the planet's upper atmosphere. Several of the bolts struck the Hand's port shields, though they were few enough in number to cause no lasting damage. On the command bridge of the Basterd's Hand, Admiral Staton attempted to reach friendly forces over their secure comlink connection.Taung H'rel, this is Admiral Staton of the Basterd's Hand. We are being pursued by a battle group of eight Dark Tide vessels. I would much appreciate if you could lend us some fire support against those vessels. We are still attempting to board the station, but their shields are proving to be more difficult to handle than we previously expected. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.The Basterd's Hand continued its maneuvers, dropping down towards the upper edge of the inner ring of the station, which was now once more in between the two opposing forces. This tactic once more placed the lone GALSAF Star Destroyer within view of the three planetary turbolasers, as it was now snugged up against the shipyard's inner ring facing the planet. The maneuver would also greatly increase the risk that the turbolasers would strike the station itself, however, which might prove a strong enough deterrent to prevent the planetary cannons from firing on the Basterd's Hand.
The GALSAF gunships that had remained trapped outside the shield now began to arrive beneath the Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer, which was just now unleashing a series of attacks that would strafe the shields of the station's inner ring, searching for yet another weak point to exploit.
A small smile came across Logan’s lips, as he watched the Imperator II move into direct line of sight with the planetary emplacements. It was an admirable ploy to draw upon one of the most powerful weapons the Dark Tide had at its disposal, but with reports of hostile troops landing upon the planet’s surface the Captain doubted the three cannons would be able to fire. Whoever decided that the localized planetary shield protecting the estate should cover the entirety of the planetary turbolasers, was clearly an unthinking dolt. To fire such powerful weapons, the protective bubble of the shield would have to be lowered and risk the chance of infiltration of orbital bombardment. Either option was unacceptable in the long run, yet that did not stop the Captain from entering in such grievances into his engagement log. He would be sure to have words with his superiors when the battle was over, as the efficacy of having such precious weapons heavily guarded and unable to fire; made them nothing more than expensive ornaments waiting for the enemy to pick them from the life day tree.
Tossing his dataslate onto the edge of his tactical display, Logan’s eyes wandered to the other battle group that had been sent towards the inner ring of the drive yards to inhibit the movements of their wily foe. The Imperial-I had reported minimal damage from the assault concussion barrage launched by the heavily modified Imperator II, leaving Logan wondering what other enhancements these Mandalorian sympathizers had added onto the craft that forced them to change from the standard template. Combining the action reports sent over Dark Tide controlled channels, the Captain scrolled through the data as it played out upon the hololithic projection before him. The firepower from the three Victory II’s had been diverted to intercept the heat signatures of the concussion missiles heading towards the ‘Weeping Angel.’ Cutting down the missiles in a swathe of combined turbolaser and ion cannon fire, the seventy capital ship grade projectiles sent towards the Imperial-I were reduced down to four. They impacted the particle shields and detonated with such force that several capacitors about the port-aft section of the ship were damaged, thus reducing the quality of the shielding protecting a portion of the brim trench.
Once the missiles were destroyed, the three Victory II star destroyers attached to the ‘Weeping Angel’ as escort craft had diverted their turrets to target the enemy once more. Dozens of cannons swiveled into place as the targeting computer fed the gunnery control the predictable flight path of the vessel. Like the Imperator I their prows had been pointed towards the northern pole, thus as the enemy moved above the station and maneuvered more towards the planet, more and more weapons became available to fire as the enemy craft moved into their firing arcs. Without waiting for the Imperial-I to deliver a devastating broadside from its portside guns, the three destroyer escorts opened fire; filling the speckled black ocean with a thunderous cannonade of turbolaser and ion cannon fire. Erstwhile, the ‘Weeping Angel’ had not taken the time to lick its wounds, for the man stationed within the Captain’s chair believed that such an act would cost them precious time in the midst of this engagement. As his vessels escorts began sweeping the space along the prow section of the enemy vessel (In which would result the full firepower of the three pocket sized destroyers stitching their firepower along the polarized hull plating of the enemy craft, focusing heavily upon its command section as the second volley was unleashed seconds later.) the Imperial-I began swiveling it’s turrets to compensate for the movements the enemy craft may take.
The thunderous but silent roar of the heavy quad cannons stationed below the command tower blasted at the enemy vessel, sending volley after volley of deadly turbolaser fire at their opponent. They had been marked by their foe; the least they could do was repay the incurred debt by giving better than they had received. In addition to the main portion of the deadly broadside, the weapons located within the brim trench had followed their larger cousin’s example, firing into the depths of space and seeking to destroy the threat arrayed before them with hundreds of combined bolts from the standard turbolasers and Ion cannons. Seeing all of this transpire before him, Logan barely missed the massive azure flare off his ship’s port bow. Something above and beyond the reach of his weapons had flashed in the darkness of the void, forcing his vessels view screens to polarize to dampen the damage it would inflict upon the irises of the command crew. Blinking the spots from his eyes and reacquainting himself with the decking of the bridge, the Captain stared at the tactical display before him; trying to see what had just happened. He shook his head in disbelief as the transports that carried the last of the innocent citizens from the Drive yards, were suddenly gone. It was if they vanished into thin air, and holding onto the sudden outburst of hope he had garnered just moments before; Logan desperately wished that flash of sapphire light was the three irregular vessels making the jump to hyperspace. That notion was quickly squandered as the sensorium suite picked up traces of particulate debris, matching the molecular structure of a durasteel hull bonded with several atoms noted to be a part of the human genome.
Logan’s heart instantly sank as he read the information slated before him. Seven hundred and sixty-eight innocent people were atomized within an instant. He had witnessed the supreme firepower brought to the fore by the Mandalorian warlords and their sympathizers, but this… this was something completely different. Despair threatened to overcome Logan’s thoughts, as these people whom had nothing to do with the conflict at hand, died wordlessly screaming for someone to save them. It wasn’t possible, he told himself, defying the odds that such a powerful superweapon was used against the citizens of Kuat. It was the Dark Tide military they should have targeted! At least then the captain could have eased the pain of their passing. Now this Mandalorian, nay this fiend had mercilessly slaughtered innocent lives in the pursuit of his goals; whatever they may be. Anger slowly started to well within his belly as his hands tightened about the grip surrounding the hololithic display. He wanted to see this man dead, stripped of all the supposed honour he had won in the name of the Mandalorian Empire. Logan wanted to see this warlord’s corpse strung from his vessels bow, forever more to endure the violence of war and remain a hapless spectator to the chaos of war. The Captain would personally staple this warlord’s eyes open as he crucified him the bow of the Black Caisson, so that he could witness the seeds of despair that he had wrought. It was then that he would allow every family destroyed by this senseless conflict carve their name into his flesh, so he would enter whatever hell he called his own, unable to forget the sins he had committed against the living. When such a gruesome task was at an end, only then would this bastard have Logan’s permission to die.
Biting back the sudden urge to scream, the Captain let the hatred swell within his stomach; quickly washing away the tides of regret. Finding himself long past the swirling hurricane of fury, Logan was gripped by an odd sense of serenity, one often found within the heart of a storm. He could feel his muscles tense, reacting almost violently to the whispered shouts echoing in the backdrop. While primitive beasts lost their sense of control when the blood began to boil, Logan had found himself fueled by the flickering fires within. His hate had become unto him like bread, and the Captain feasted heartily upon the freshly baked meal. With red rimmed eyes, Captain Aximand looked back at the tactical display and had found himself staring at the beryl representation of the Black Caisson, and the listed range between the visible enemy Imperator II. Knowing that his turbolaser bolts and ion cannons were well within firing range, the captain nearly bellowed as the order was issued to open fire. Streaks of emerald and sapphire had filled the skyline above Kuat, turning the void into a brilliant show of fireworks. Oddly enough the Victory II Destroyers had joined suite, firing at the target arrayed a few planes above them; intent upon turning the foe into a heap of molten slag. Combining their fire with that of their escorted Nebula, the second battlegroup unleashed a series of volleys that would result in devastating damage if they struck true. Like the first flotilla of warships before them, they stitched the space before the Imperial II’s bow with a thunderous cannonade of extremely heavy laser fire and compressed charged ion particles. As if the hundreds of bolts were not enough the targeting computer had achieved missile lock, and at the nod of the Captain, the turreted assault concussion missile launcher had spat fourth a two score volley of massive capital ship grade projectiles.
The disgracefully modified Imperial-II Star Destroyer would only last so long against such a relentless assault, and as Logan watched each of his vessels open up simultaneously at their intended target, by some will not of this earth he felt the passage of time quicken. Fueled by his anger alone, the Captain suddenly believed that the rage he had felt unlocked something deep within his soul. A power that had remained hidden until now, leaving him panting for air as his blood thickened within his veins. Death would soon come for anyone found within a uniform here upon the tainted soils of Kuat, Captain Aximand assured himself that he would be one of the last one’s standing; or there would be no heaven nor hell to bind his wrathful soul... |
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Mel Tervho
The Vegemite Enclave
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Post by Mel Tervho on Jan 20, 2014 19:51:03 GMT -8
Mel and her team activated their armor's cloaking as they busted the lock off the door leading into an electrical room off the tram tunnel. Vith checked the bearings and signaled the rest of the team through their HUD that they needed to proceed up the maintenance conduit ahead of them and to head right at the first junction to enter into the Military Space Station designated sector 3 on their maps.
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor
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Affiliation: Galactic Empire
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Post by Taung H'rel on Jan 20, 2014 21:21:40 GMT -8
The five other Taung Airborne Commando teams that had gotten onboard the station when Mel Tervho's squad had also managed to slip through the shields had split off to make their own separate ways towards their objective. They had cloaked immediately upon splitting up at the insertion zone. Three teams had taken various maglev trains that ran through the massive complex. It had been an eerily quiet trip with the lack of almost anyone on the massive shipyards. Now they neared the point where the squads would leave their faster transportation and try to sneak into section three and go after the reactor itself. The other two teams had taken completely different routes, one even going out an airlock and taking an open vacuum worker skiff that was usually used to ferry welders and plasma cutting crews to the hulls of ships under construction, especially given the large amount of cutting gas containers still on the craft. This method was slower, but it did give a spectacular view of the space battle.
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Mike Frantz
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That Guy
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jan 21, 2014 7:43:44 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3) Jud's head shifted towards the South entrance seconds before the emblem within his helm started to pulsate that his droids were about to make contact with someone or something beyond the blast-door. He gave the feeling of familiarity a smile, and the tidings in his mind a haughty laugh aloud, before he addressed his droids. "Allow the Jedi access..." Was all the Sith said into his vox-system, before jumping from his elevated spot above the bay.
He fluttered to the ground, nimbly landing on his feet, before straightening up and smoothing out his robes. "Nothing happens by chance..." The Old Sith reminded himself, as he made his way towards the Southern entrance. Meanwhile, at the Southern Blast-Door...
Beta put his metallic hand up and all the droids eased into a ready stance. One of the HK-J models walked over to the door-panel and put in the code to deactivate the mag-locks to allow this Jedi entrance. As soon as the Jedi was in the door would be closed and sealed.
Surprised to see me again so soon? I say with my usual half-smile brightening my bearded face despite the situation we are all in. Pulling out the seemingly never ended flask of Sto I take a nice long swig and then extend it in my hand toward the old man. Care for I drink? I ask and continue on without waiting for a reply, although the offer is still open. What's the situation? I'd heard nothing but a bit of comm traffic since the battle started so I was a bit out of the loop so to speak. |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
Retired High Councilor
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jan 22, 2014 14:22:19 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3) Beta redrew his T-21 and leveled it at the four unclassified people behind the Jedi. The squad around the new arrives did the same, their wetware only acknowledging the fact that their Master had specified only the Jedi should pass. It was only a seconds time, but it might have played out much closed to an eternity to the deck-workers. As they watched in mute disbelief at the guns swiveled towards them. The reassurance that they were safe had gone out the window, and in it's place the bright eyed panic of a trapped animal took its place.
"Enough!" Came a stern voice from behind the droid contingent. "Seal the door, and continue your duties..."
Without missing a beat Beta's squad lowered their armaments and redistributed to their prior locations around the Blast-Door. Jud silently went up to Beta, the droid dwarfing the old Sith as they stood side by side. Beta was at least two heads taller, the Sith had to crane his masked head up slightly as he was undoubtedly speaking to the droid via vox-comm. After a short exchange of curt finger wags from the Sith. Beta gave Jud a nod and returned to his post.
Jud then turned his visored stare to Mike, as the Jedi made his witty remarks. "Surprised? No. Like I said on Tatooine. Nothing happens by chance, Jedi." Jud gave Mike a respectful bow, before continuing. "You're late. As for the situation..." Jud pointed out to the debris field now orbiting the Driveyards. "We're holding, but that doesn't mean much against Mandalorians. They like a challenge, and they really haven't gotten one yet." Jud shrugged, thinking on the space battle beyond the plast-glass, and on the man behind this invasion. "Taung... Their admiral has been quite effective in destroying whatever is thrown at him, and a short time ago I felt landing parties on the yards." Jud pointed a gloved finger towards the Blast-Door. "Hence the guards. Though I know that it's more than likely possible that they will come in through other means, but sometimes taking the obvious entrance is better than trying to find another way into a trap." Jud smirked under his mask.
"They will be coming enforce, be sure of that..." Jud nodded his head. "And I'll drink when this is over... No use dulling my senses now, and I'd advice you do the same." The Sith continued with a sarcastic tinge to his voxed voice. "I don't want you to owe me after this." |
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