Menzine
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Post by Menzine on Oct 12, 2013 20:05:27 GMT -8
"All was perfectly well until you allowed most of the fleet to wander off on a wild Shenzbit chase!"
She replied tartly, arching a scarred eyebrow at him.
"I thought your grand plan was to capture and hold this system, consolidate your forces here, and provide a means for me to seek to the replenishment and nourishment of our craft. Need I remind you that our biots fail, our last remaining Worldship is dying. We can ill afford to keep darting this way and that due to you Warriors and your misguided impulses..."
She sighed as if trying to explain a concept to a difficult child. Her headdress twitched and writhed again in annoyance, looking like a garrulous bunch of snakes nesting atop her brow. She leveled a long, pointed finger at the Villip, her tone mocking and obtuse, distance making her braver than she would be were she in his presence.
"You need to learn to control your urging's, Tzu Shai. Work out or masturbate. Find an outlet for your angst."
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Tzu Shai
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 12, 2013 20:12:05 GMT -8
"If the fleet is not intercepted, and they relay that there is Yuuzhan Vong this deep in the Infidel's universe we would be without this world." His voice more guttural than usual, and his eye sacks wildly inflamed. "The planet is secure, the infidel's subdued and any that are not will not receive word of our presence." The Slayer was confident in the attainment of this planet, he would not fail his people and he would not fail the Yun'o.
"Perhaps some time you can show me this masturbation, and I can see if it will ease me." He said, he detested jokes and anything that could be borderline humorous. His eyes fixed upon the finger that was so annoyingly being pointed at him. Considering the fact that his villip had been affixed to his neck he had no way of seeing what form her facial features had taken, but he hoped to have at least somewhat agitated the Master Shaper.
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Menzine
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Post by Menzine on Oct 13, 2013 18:59:40 GMT -8
Her eyes brows shot up, traversing half the distance up her sloping forehead towards her hairline where the headdress seemed to flinch uncomfortably. Had he just made a... joke? Her mind, far superior to most, struggled with a concept it was ill equipped to deal with, all the impressive processing power dedicated to scientific understanding falling way short of understanding the subtleties of social sparring. Where it came to interaction with others she was often socially retarded, finding difficulty understanding the most basic of carnal things. Her large, multi-coloured eyes blinked several times before she regained control of herself, staunchly sticking to the matter at hand and seeking to move past her awkwardness as soon as possible. The eagerness to continue her work put past to the irritation she had moments ago suffered, the light of passion burning in her eyes and childlike wonder inflaming her voice.
"What of the planet? Will it suit our needs? When can I begin my work?"
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Tzu Shai
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 13, 2013 19:49:34 GMT -8
"The planet is fertile, teaming with life, and a lush jungle planet. It will be very suitable to our needs." Tzu couldn't see her through his villip due to where he had it positioned upon him. She had dropped the jokes, much to Tzu's favour. The thorned words that came from the other classes, was something that Tzu himself never found solace in. His arms folded over his chest, and the amphistaff that had been curled about his left arm moved up his arm and finally came to rest wrapped about his waist in the manner similar to the belts that the infidel wore.
"Begin as soon as possible." Although his conversation with her was over, Tzu wanted to make her suffer a bit more for her fast remarks about relieving stress. "And when you are done you can show me these methods of relaxing my angst as you spoke of earlier Master Shaper Menzine." His words carried more venom than they had previously in their conversation. It was more of a way for him to say for her to tell him that to his face without actually having to speak it.
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Menzine
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Post by Menzine on Oct 15, 2013 14:14:37 GMT -8
She flinched slightly at the barbs in his tone, her cheeks flushing a little in embarrassment at his subtle scolding. The sensation passed quickly and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Gone were the times when the Warrior caste dominated their culture, bluntly forcing their will upon what they considered their lesser's. Oh she could say such things to his face alright. In his presence his biology would do her bidding, giving her the biggest advantage one could have over another. Everything that made him great, that escalated him in the eyes of the Gods, she could take away. She ground her teeth together, resisting the urge to voice her gainsaying. They needed each other in this endeavor for as much as she could shape their society she couldn't fight for it. Likewise, without her and the other shapers he would have nothing to fight a war with as soon all but the most self sufficient of their biots would wither and die. It was symbiosis at the highest level and a fitting situation for the Yuuzhan Vong.
She blew out a breath, letting her anger and indignant fervor go with the exhalation, using her reason rather than the base impulses that creatures like Tzu Shai thrived on. He would never back down so it fell to her to avoid allowing this fragile shard of their once great people to turn upon itself and fracture into a million pieces.
Her tone when it came was submissive, containing nothing of the derogatory thoughts she had been entertaining. Submissive and loyal as a good subalturn would be for her commander...
"Your will, Fearsome One."
She stroked the Villip, causing it to invert and break the connection, before she turned to the Villip mistress.
"Inform Commander Tarak Val to bring us down to the planet at the place Supreme Commander Tzu Shai landed. I will be in my chambers preparing to inspect the world below. Have him inform me when we are landing."
The Villip mistress inclined her head, mumbling an assent,before going about her business. Menzine cast one last galnce acorss the room to where her latest failure had occurred before striding from the chamber.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Oct 24, 2013 11:44:28 GMT -8
Receiving a request for assistance from the fleets, the other advanced Matalok turned away from the planet and jumped towards Alzoc III.
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Vua Jamaane
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Post by Vua Jamaane on Oct 29, 2013 5:46:03 GMT -8
The YT-1760 left the atmosphere with Vua and his slave pilot on it. Vua stayed far away from the infidel tech and just stood in the middle. He was waiting for his sneaking into Bespin.
He had been told many times that Nom Anor was the first to lead the Vong into this galaxy. But, he knew that Nom failed at his task. And, it was this time that a Jamaane would be an Executor. But, Vua was different, he was more of a zealot against infidel tech and wanting to glorify the gods of the Yuuzhan Vong. Soon the craft was in hyperspace.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Nov 13, 2013 13:13:58 GMT -8
Both advanced Mataloks under Esthh Krazhmir's command return to a protective orbit.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 23, 2015 18:07:07 GMT -8
A GR-75 medium transport escorted by two Carrack-class light cruisers, dropped out of hyperspace on the edge of the Varonat system. The convoy was avoiding the main space lanes, hoping to deliver it's cargo of heavy weapons and munitions to an isolated base with out being disrupted by republic patrols. They understood there was an increased chance of running into pirates, but so far they hadn't had any issues chasing the few ragtag pirate groups they'd run into so far, and they didn't expect anything challenge them here either. Varonat was known for being an abandoned vong stronghold, which was nearly as lethal as was prior to it's being abandoned since everything the vong used was grown. Thankfully sitting this far out, they probably wouldn't be harassed by the planet, probably.
Pirates were rumored to plague the region, but it was just the usual rabble, so the convoy moved confidently, slowly skirting the system to get to their next jump point. They moved in a staggered line, with the GR-75 in the middle, one carrack off it's dorsal port bow, and the other, the anti-starfighter variant, off its ventral starboard stern. About 500 meters of empty space lay between each ship and its neighbor. Figther escorts were on high alert, but didn't scramble, since they couldn't jump out on their own.
The pirates waiting for them were not the usual rabble. They didn't show up immediately on scanners, because they had done the unthinkable, putting all systems on standby. Well almost all, a simple passive scanner was left online and it was sufficient to detect the entry of the three new arrivals in system. The pirates were waiting at the desired exit point from the system, and upon confirming that the three ships were in fact the convoy they were hunting, returned power to all systems, life support and shields first, weapons and auxiliary systems next, and engines last, as they gave off the most radiation. Waiting for the convoy was the Ugly Dancer, a heavily modified Neutron Star-class bulk cruiser, two light freighters, a YV-929 and a VCX-820, as well as a squadron of assorted uglies, most armed primarily with ion cannons. As the pirates powered up their systems, the Imperial convoy responded by scrambling the carrack's TIE fighters, ten in total. The GR-75 hid a squadron of TIE fighters in its bow, these remained hidden, though pilots moved to their fighters and prepped them for immediate launch, should they be deemed necessary. Varonat watched with interest the conflict brewing beyond its reach, but didn't see any reason to risk its diminishing resources to interfere... yet.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 24, 2015 8:38:45 GMT -8
The Ugly Dancer was not the only ship lying in wait in the system. The Yellow Skull, an Ardent-class fast frigate, and the Cursed Pearl, a Corona-class frigate were also idling in the system with their systems on low power. They had not gone as far as to totally shut down their systems and as such they had a greater chance of being detected. This is why Captain Kobayashi had positioned them further away from the planet and from the convoys route.
The Captain was stood on the bridge, very close to the sensor station making the sensor operators very nervous. Truth be told some of them didn't have much to do with the sensors operating in passive mode but some had their hands full interpreting the data being received. There was a fuss being kicked off at one of the stations as the target convoy entered the system, someone didn't believe these were the right ships. The Echani operator was arguing that the readings were more typical of larger warships and that revealing themselves now would mean they would be destroyed. The Captain slowly walked over and looked at the readings.
“That's them, prepare to launch fighters!”
“Sir, I'm getting some other readings, more ships!”
“What!? Where did they come from, identify them immediately!”
The human sensor operator was right, the sensors were picking up the Ugly Dancer powering up and the convoy launching their fighters. Soon they could see the Dancers freighters and fighters too, quite the little welcoming party these “others” had arranged. Kamui Kobayashi looked over the complete sensor report and he could tell what was happening, they were doing what the Pirates had planned themselves, only better. The Captain cursed himself for not thinking of this, these other raiders were closer to the prize than he was. There were now two options open to the pirates, sit back and wait for the convoy escorts and these new raiders to weaken each other or to pounce now and try to sweep away the prize during the confusion. Both options had their ups and downs but Kamui came to a conclusion very quickly.
“Mark these new vessels as 'Raiders' and work on identifying the ship models as quickly as possible. Go active and signal the Pearl to do the same and launch fighters. Bring engines up to full and plot a course for the target transport.”
The pair of capital ships powered up and would soon be able to be seen by everyone in the system. They powered up their engines and had a course set to intercept the GR-75 that was dead ahead of them. The pirates were approaching the convoy from behind the Ugly Dancer but their direct course would allow them to pass by the port side with about fifty kilometres of clearance.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 25, 2015 15:21:26 GMT -8
Duke Gaëlle! Unexpected contacts aft of us, two frigates!
What bearing and class are they? Fighters screen the Dancer from the convoy's fighters, Bog Hag and Star Sorceress be ready to engage fighters from the new contacts.
One Ardent-class and one Corona-class, potentially carrying four squadrons of fighters, plus a half dozen gunboats, though only the frigates are showing up on scanners. Confirmed their vector is our target, and will pass us on the port side by about fifty km give or take five km. Convoy re-vectoring, they appear to be turning around, with the carracks moving to screen the transport from both raid groups, and their fighters doing the same, but staying close to their parent ships, probably for a rapid re-docking.
Cut them off, give me maximum acceleration, and don't waste time skirting the planet, cut straight for their exit point. Prioritize the capture or destruction of the transport, if we can't have them then we're not about to lose them to these scum. Little ones, engage the convoy at your discretion. Try to avoid unnecessary losses, as it appears we have two battles to fight.
Y-yes Ma'am
The pilot stuttered slightly with fear at the thought of passing so close to the planet rumored to be alive. Luck for him, his actions were prompt and precise as ever, so he didn't earn a lashing this time. The Ugly Dancer's engines lit up to a painfully bright glow of white-blue light as it began moving forward and to port. It would cross the new contact's vector, but should do so before they got too close, do to it's own impressive acceleration. Gaëlle only wished she'd thought to have the ship drifting towards their contacts instead of sitting still and dormant at their proposed exit point. It was a mistake she would not repeat. She ordered shield shifted so that they were slightly stronger on the side facing the two frigates, while slightly weaker on the side facing the two carracks, clearly the lesser threat here. Her fighters raced ahead to strafe the transports vulnerable bow and ventral surfaces. If the magnetic system holding the containers in place was disrupted they would be able to pick up the containers later, if their new contacts didn't see them and grab them first of course. The two light freighters were close behind the fighters, hoping to tag any loose containers and maybe disable the transport with a few well placed shots and torpedoes.
Gaëlle considered her options this was more a proving mission for the court and not something that they needed, so she could withdraw claiming it had been a set up, and not be openly mocked for cowardice, but the damage would be done, and she would forever be a minor player in the court despite her title. As her ship crossed the projected vector of the two ships closing on the Dancer and the convoy, she hailed the imperial convoy, offering a trade. Knowing that he was heavily out gunned, the Imperial commander decided to hear what she was after, mostly so he could better deny her the pleasure of getting her hands on her prize, the impetus b**h. She offered to trade favors, she would call back her fighters and let them leave the system unmolested if the commander would do the same for her later on, though that still left him dealing with four squadrons of fighters and two frigates by himself. Or if he wanted to up the ante, she would even be willing to defend his transport today, if he would be willing to defend one of her shipments later on. He considered taking her up on the latter and then double crossing her later, he might even get lucky and if the two other frigates focused on the larger threat, he could just watch her burn while he finished off whatever she didn't. But his second thought they could get the transport out without her help, and she didn't know about the extra squadron of TIEs stowed in the GR-75. So he declined her invitation to trade, citing insufficient profit on his side of the deal and terminated the communique.
Gaëlle sighed, but she hadn't expected the pompous fool to accept so she ordered the fighters to be very careful and to watch for any surprises the Imperials might have waiting for them. The commander's smug confidence unnerved her slightly. She ordered the Dancer's starboard gunners to target to the nearest carrack, not the anti-fighter variant, and to knock out it's engines, if it couldn't keep pace with the transport it would be left behind and only one ship would lay be tween them and their goal. The starboard guns lanced out in a volley of emerald green light splashing on the Carrack's reinforced aft shields.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Oct 26, 2015 9:43:42 GMT -8
Captain Kobayashi saw the Raider's cruiser cross into their path. Was this tactical genius or a desperate move? The Raider's fighters and support ships were still on course to engage the convoy, the cruiser was clearly trying to buy time. Kamui had to think quickly, the pair of frigates was on a collision course for the enemy cruiser and that would end the mission quite abruptly.
"Sir, the enemy cruiser has been identified, it's a Neutron Star-class bulk cruiser, though the sensor readings for the engines seem way off."
“The Neutron Star's always had strange engines, I'd not be surprised if those were normal readings or if these Raiders have modified the thing. Hold the fighters in the bay and prepare to launch the Mantis on my command. Once we get within ten kilometres of the enemy cruiser we'll split from the Pearl. The Skull will plot a course under the ventral side of the cruiser and the Pearl will mirror us on the ventral side. Not too close, stay at least ten clicks away from it. No weapons are to be fired yet, I want them as confused as possible. Once around the cruiser, have the Pearl continue on towards the convoy and our prize. We will engage the cruiser.”
"Captain, what to you aim to achieve at that close range!?"
The Captain moved his head ever so slightly to look at the chief weapons officer. Kamui valued the opinion of his bridge crew but disliked the tone and un-helpful nature of this latest comment. Rak, the weapons officer in question, met the Captain's gaze briefly before returning to his work.
"Send word to the Pearl of the plan and let them know that Skull Squadron will be under their command soon."
"Sir, the enemy Cruiser is talking to the convoy, Imperial encryption."
"The plan does not change, the convoys allegiance is irrelevant."
The Pirates soon had the answer to the questions in the back of all the bridge crew's mind, were the raiders in league with the convoy? The ugly Dancer opened fire on one of the Carracks, perhaps conveniently but the captain accepted this sign. Soon the Pirate frigates closed to within range of the enemy cruiser and the manoeuvres began. The Skull quickly vectored the bow "down" to pass beneath the ventral surface of the cruiser, plotting a course to stay at least ten kilometres away from the larger vessel. The Pearl began the mirrored move only she increased speed to hasten the approach to the convoy. No weapons or ships were launched and the pirate shields remained balanced to cover both ships equally from all sides.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 30, 2015 0:47:05 GMT -8
The Convoy continued to move towards their previous entry point, the Carracks imposing themselves between the pirates and their goal. The squadron of varied uglies skirted the cruiser's effective range, putting the transport between them and the carracks, and began peppering the transport with ion cannons though the initial volleys had little enough effect against the well maintained imperial transport, they would soon become a problem if not dealt with properly. The transport returned fire as best it could, though the ugly pilot had little difficulty avoiding the fire lines. A torpedo salvo from the light freighters temporarily buckled the forward shields, but they were brought back up before any significant damage could be inflicted by the fighters. The Convoy's Commander elected to hold his reserve squadron for a little longer, and sent the two Carrack's compliments to engage the enemy uglies. The Carracks considered their targets, the Neutron-class was the biggest, but also probably the slowest threat, the ardent the smallest but fastest threat, and in this, the commander deemed speed to be the greater danger, and ordered all available cannons to focus their fire upon the ardent, as it came around the bulk cruiser. The Corona and Neutron would have to wait their turn. Ten heavy turbolasers, ten ion cannons, and ten laser cannons all fire upon the Yellow Skull.
Varonat looked on eagerly as events unfolded, conflict was promising, it meant that little tid bits and bodies would be left behind for it to feed upon still, it didn't get involved just yet, though it began preparing to start cleaning up the system, of the new detritus that would soon be filling it.
The Ugly Dancer continued on it's previous course gaining speed and starting to push the boundaries of what a normal Neutron-class could achieve in terms of acceleration and top speeds. Uncharacteristically, it rolled bringing a broadside to bear on each of the frigates moving around it, the pilot having suggested a delaying the enemy raiders as a more sure fire way of preventing them from acquiring the prize, due to the Carrack's superb tactical coverage of the transport. The duke saw the validity of the man's argument and ordered that he maneuver to make it so, and that the gunners focus on their new targets. It's weapons charged and ready to fire, the Ugly Dancer lashed out again, this time at the competing frigates. Each was sent a salvo of 12 heavy turbolasers, 13 heavy laser cannons, and, not wanting to be left out, the tractor beam operators try to ensnare a ship a piece. The cruiser's point defense systems eagerly await a physical response to shred, while shields are evened out across the cruiser. The massive energy output was taxing the aged systems, and several primary conduits began sparking, threatening to short out completely. Gaëlle cursed as the report began coming in and ordered engines cut back to 3/4 throttle, and hoped the rest of the ship would hold together long enough to make it home again.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Oct 27, 2017 8:31:42 GMT -8
A CR-70 Corvette descended from hyperspace, and angled toward the surface of Varonat. Aboard the newly-christened 'Blasphemy' Captain Harvelle and a small remaining crew of twelve were manning the bridge stations. The ship was a shell -- empty of anything not bolted down, and much of what had been. There was no way to know for certain, what with the extra framing and structural reinforcements added to the interior, but the ship was estimated to be 3X torsionally stiffer than before her refit, and in the neighbourhood of 20,000 tonnes lighter. Still, it was like flying a ghost ship. The ship's soul, a crew, was forever gone. And Harvelle was perhaps the only one aboard who knew the Blasphemy's eventual fate. It made a cold sweat run down his spine. They picked a spot on the surface that would suffice, as far from any inhabited settlements as could be, and set the big 'Vette down. Just before entering atmosphere, the two medium shuttles detached from the Blasphemy's dorsal columns, and flew escort to land either side of her.
Job done. All that remained now was to secure the ship, and return the crew via shuttle to the fleet. Harvelle, and and Lieutenant Brusiir would be pleased to see her go. The ship had an odd, uneasy quality about her. Moreso for those who knew her mission parameters.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 16, 2017 12:47:41 GMT -8
Varonat - a small jungle world in the Bespin system. Few knew the significance of this little planet - it housed the only substitute for Tibbana Gas.
Gulch himself had discovered it from a smuggler long ago, but had been prevented from exploiting it by the unfortunate presence of a Yuuzhan Vong battlegroup.
They were no longer a problem. And their Imperial opponents had long since vacated the world leaving but a few corvettes to defend the planet.
Gulch's fleet dropped out of hyperspace, and within minutes the void was filled with vulture droids, streaming towards whatever enemy remnants were here. The battle ended swiftly, and Confederate troops began to land on the planet.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 26, 2017 17:48:52 GMT -8
The ancient border patrol craft 'Spear,' a D5 Mantis of indeterminate origin, emerged from Hyperspace, with Melia Tervho at the controls. The flight navigation had been the difficult part -- a feat she was still wondering exactly how Fel performed exactly, without an astro droid or an interface of any kind... but true to his reckoning, here they were. Only about forty minutes behind schedule -- which was, Melia figured, as much to do with the age and peculiarities of the ship as with Galdaart's mental math. She glanced over her shoulder, out the open flight deck door, at the short hallway that connected the avionics lab to the only real bunk aboard the ship, where Fel was fitfully sleeping. She worried a little as she angled the ship toward Varonat's surface. It said a lot that Melia -- by all accounts a merciless killer with over a hundred to her credit -- should be at all concerned for anyone. But they had suffered together, a long time now.
Fel had programmed landing coordinates, which was odd, as they didn't seem to correspond to any particular city or hub. Still -- now wasn't the moment to start questioning his judgement... he'd never steered her wrong before. The Beacon was certainly something... something, with a significant mass, but the scanner couldn't identify it at once, and so Mel busied herself with the notion of flying for the moment.
In the half-reflection of the canopy, she saw herself, and wondered after so long, if Taung would even recognize her, or what she had become. She often wondered where he was, if he had survived. It was another life, lived long ago. The computer's heads up display identified the beacon -- a CR-70 corvette? Out here? In the middle of...
Fel. You bastard.
The 'Spear arced gracefully over a rise in the terrain and there she was. Old, battered, patched and multi-coloured, but unmistakable against the lush green of Varonat. Mel nodded, and set the landing grid, activating the internal comms. Touchdown in ten!
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Post by Harnan Ren on Mar 22, 2020 5:44:20 GMT -8
The great hulking Resurgent-class Battlecruiser known as the Resurgence exited hyperspace without warning above the world of Varonat. The local defence force acquiesced as the giant Battlecruiser moved in to a closer orbit of the world. The handful of cruisers were outgunned almost 100 to 1, so they had little choice else to do. Harnan stood aboard the bridge of the Resurgence, his gaze set on the forward viewpoint as Varonat continued to grow and fill the space. Captain John Smith strode along the command walkway and came to a stop behind the Master of the Ren Local authorities have stood down...
Good... Deploy the scouting forces to locate the ruins...
At once my lord... Atmospheric Assault Landers launched from the Resurgence a few moments later, filled with Purge Troopers. But instead of heading for the planetary capitals to begin invasion operations, the AALs were destined for a number of locations scattered across the planets terrain. Harnan had learned of the existence of a number of caches the Ren had created over the years. They were purported to contain relics and tomes of knowledge. Things that would be useful in preparing the Ren to fight against, and defeat, the Jedi and Sith throughout the Galaxy
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Post by Eain Erso [RETIRED] on Apr 8, 2020 3:21:57 GMT -8
The massive MC80 Home One-type Star Cruiser known as the Grange emerged from hyperspace flanked by the 8 Ranger-class Gunships and the 4 Raider-class Corvette's that belonged to the 8th Coalition Fleet. Their insignia emblazoned proudly upon the hulls of each vessel. Eain approached the command table as a holo view powered up to display the battlefield. In comparison to the Resurgent-class Battlecruiser that hung before them, the 8th Fleet seemed a little out gunned. But the Rear-Admiral was not daunted by the odds, certain that they would walk away from this victorious even as a scan identified the ship before them as the Resurgence.
Eain had heard the stories of this ship. It was one of the first Resurgent-classes ever made and had been gifted to the Knights of Ren. An order of dark side force users that believed the First Order was capable of bringing, well, Order to the galaxy. At least, that were how the stories went. The mission reports, on the other hand, had shown the Ren to be ruthless killers. As far as Eain was concerned, they were little better than the Sith they professed to hate All hands to battle stations, begin the countdown for the Gannon Cannon's arrival, and open a comm line to that ship...
Right away Rear-Admiral! A general call to arms was sounded. Sending pilots scurrying as they rushed to their ready rooms and started suiting up while the hangar crews began the system preps. Gunners began acquiring their targets as the shields were raised. A comm operator gave Eain a nod then, indicating a link had been established Attention Resurgent-class Battlecruisers, this is Rear-Admiral Eain Erso of the Corellian Coalition's Eighth Fleet. While I understand your First Order... Empire... What ever it is calling itself now, believes it owns everything, you are currently trespassing upon Varonat Sovereign Space. Leave now, or we will forcibly remove you... At that moment, the pair of MPO-1400 Star Cruiser Missile Boats exited hyperspace a few moments before the Aggressor-class Star Destroyer known as the Gannon Cannon appeared. The Star Destroyer's massive fire-linked Ion Pulse and Plasma Cannon were pointed directly at the Resurgent-class You have five minutes to comply...
Further out in the Varonat system, the Shadow of Corellia had dropped out of hyperspace without the rest of the fleet and engaged its sensor stealth systems. Thanks to the Comms and Sensor array that the Dorn-class had been equipped with, Captain Lendix was able to easily monitor the unfolding situation and could respond to any orders to deploy the Delta's. The Hangar bay of the Shadow was a hive of activity as engineers refueled the Delta's and loaded up munitions. Nalah sat in the bombadier seat of Delta-Five, logging each bomb as it was loaded and connected to the payload controls. She didn't even turn her head as she addressed @soraya then Reyes... You think you're ready for this first flight? I know you've been in an engagement before, but this... this is real combat. A lot of good people are probably going to die today no matter what happens...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2020 13:34:15 GMT -8
There had been little time for any simulations as the teams worked to become as familiar as they could with the systems. The moment they had entered the system, Soraya could see from her place in the cockpit the swirls of hyperspace disappeared. It wouldn't be much longer.
As she went about checking the systems and ensuring everything was good, she heard Nalah's voice behind her. Was it truly different? Training simulations might have been one thing, but engaging with an enemy firing at you to take you down? It all seemed the same to her. Each encounter meant putting your life on the line. The only difference was that this would be a much "busier" fight. It reminded her of what her mother used to say when she was a kid every time she asked. It was the reason for the way she saw it. "Every encounter against an opposing force is the same. Each time you launch comes with chances you'll never come back. The fear is ever-present, no matter the scale of the skirmish. I signed on knowing full well the risks that would come every day and the losses I would possibly face. But with those risks and sacrifices, I am able to do my part to ensure that others don't become the victims of those odds. I am but another piece of the wall meant to protect those that can't fight. To stay strong and fight and live as long as I can, but accept the reality that I may die this day or the next." She then turned her head back to look at her partner, a soft smile upon her face. "No need to worry about me."
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Apr 22, 2020 22:58:45 GMT -8
A general call to arms was sounded. Sending pilots scurrying as they rushed to their ready rooms and started suiting up while the hangar crews began the system preps. Gunners began acquiring their targets as the shields were raised. A comm operator gave Eain a nod then, indicating a link had been establishedAttention Resurgent-class Battlecruisers, this is Rear-Admiral Eain Erso of the Corellian Coalition's Eighth Fleet. While I understand your First Order... Empire... What ever it is calling itself now, believes it owns everything, you are currently trespassing upon Varonat Sovereign Space. Leave now, or we will forcibly remove you...At that moment, the pair of MPO-1400 Star Cruiser Missile Boats exited hyperspace a few moments before the Aggressor-class Star Destroyer known as the Gannon Cannon appeared. The Star Destroyer's massive fire-linked Ion Pulse and Plasma Cannon were pointed directly at the Resurgent-classYou have five minutes to comply... Harnan was still standing aboard the bridge of the Resurgence overseeing the deployment of the Purge Troopers, when the Coalition Eighth fleet dropped out of hyperspace. A scowl crossed Harnan's features as Captain Smith raised the alarm and pulled the ship to combat readiness. Of all the operations and times the Coalition could decide to rear it's ugly head, it just happened to be one he was overseeing. He leaned over the command desk as the Rear-Admiral's message came over the speakers, giving them an ultimatum to leave or be forcibly removed.
The Master of the Ren lifted his gaze to the front viewport as a couple more ships appeared from hyperspace. While some of the designs were foreign to him, he immediately recognized the MC80 Home One-type Star Cruiser and the Aggressor-class Star Destroyer. The rest of the vessels were smaller in design and less of a concern. If this Rear-Admiral thought he could take on a Resurgent, then Harnan was about to teach this fool the error of his waysDeploy all TIE fighters and get targeting solutions on their ships.As you wish sir...Also start recalling our forces ground side... I want them all prepared for boarding operations. I want those ships captured so we can show the coalition the futility of their resistance!Of course, it will be done... Shall we send a response message?Yes... Broadcast me on every video and audio channel...Captain Smith gave a nod before moving off to begin coordinating the crew and the recall of the Purge Troopers ground side. Meanwhile, a comms officer got to work broadcasting across all channels. The armoured visage of Harnan Ren would appear on all video links while his voice was cast to any audio device where video was not possibleI am Harnan Ren, and I could give two shits who you think you are and represent. Your Coalition is a sham, intent on spreading chaos and disorder! I will decimate your fleet and reduce it to atoms! And I will not stop there... I will see the end of your Coalition! We'll see if your pathetic fleet can stand against the power of the Resurgence... Hopefully your body survives so I can present your head to the Coalition as a warning! Run away old man or I will massacre you all!The transmission cut then. Harnan had delivered his warning and the Resurgence and its crew had enough time to get up to readiness. The shields were raised forward, while the TIE/fo's and TIE/sf's launched from the hangar bays. Gunners began sighting in on the two main vessels, while smaller battery's were focused on the remaining vesselsFire!The command went down the line and a stream of Turbolaser an Ion cannon fire started to streak across the empty void of space toward the Eigth Fleet. Rear-Admiral Erso may have given then a deadline to leave by, but Harnan had no intentions of honouring that time to allow the Coalition to fully prepare its forces. Purge Troopers were loading up in AAL's and boarding craft in the meanwhile, preparing for the order to launch
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