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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 19:55:40 GMT -8
Eralam seemed to consider the situation for a moment.
"Lemme grab my bag from my ship and I'll ride down with you. I'll just leave it in orbit so the suppliers can use it to drop the goods."
It didn't take long for Eralam to grab his bag, or in this case, bags. One held clothes, toiletries and the like, one was obviously a personal weapons case, and the other was a rucksack not unlike the one Gulliver tended to carry. It was clear that, whatever else they had been up to, they had discussed gear.
He had also been able to place orders for the requested equipment. In this case, it was for a sample shipment of ten blasters, custom built for insurgent ops. The modular systems were not unlike the weapons favored by commando units in the Clone War, but had been vastly improved in every way. Not only were they so badass that any group like the one Sin was dealing with would sell their souls to get their hands on, they were so expensive that their souls would only be the down payment. The crates of sabotaged gear were drab by comparison, but at first, second, and fifth glance, it would all be sturdy, reliable equipment. Any forensics examiner sorting through the pieces would likely conclude that the meltdown was the result of gross stupidity.
As far as Eralam was concerned, everything was in order. He might have preferred to spend some quality time with his love before the main event, but it was clear something was on her mind, and he didn't want to push the already fragile situation.
"I take it you'll be driving?"
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 3, 2014 15:03:33 GMT -8
The airlock sealed, the docking clamps released and they were on their way, with Dru behind the yoke of the old freighter. She hadn't put the helmet on yet but she would before the landing gear hit the durasteel docking pad.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 13:49:19 GMT -8
It took less than a day for the shipment to arrive. It was, as per instructions, loaded in the cargo hold of Eralam's freighter. The sabotaged crates contained enough ordinance to make a nuclear fireball bright enough to turn night into day down below, should it detonate prematurely. Fortunately, that wasn't likely to happen. The only people able to tell that anything had been done at all would be factory technicians, and they would have to strip the ordinance down almost completely to spot the booby traps. All that was needed now was for the team on the ground to do their part.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 18:32:49 GMT -8
Sinistra's freighter blasted through the traffic of the planet, spinning and swooping until she was barely clear of the planet's gravity well enough to make the jump to lightspeed. With a telltale flash, the Panola vanished.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 21:15:43 GMT -8
The stolen/borrowed YT-700 light freighter exited hyperspace over Brentaal IV, a long-abandoned Imperial world with little surveillance of arrivals as small as this one. Seeing no obvious military presence, Stryfe merely waited for a confirmation from the locals before descending toward the surface. Brentaal IV was an invaluable world to a plot like this. It was a Core World at a crossroads of many hyperspace lanes, and yet most of the major galactic powers seemed surprisingly uninterested in it. If you wanted to hide your tracks, and get somewhere quickly, the planet was one of the best places to change out your ship.
As she and her temporary ship descended to the planet's surface, Stryfe was awed by the view of the northern polar icecap as it swept beneath her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 19:51:37 GMT -8
Kebiin's personal freighter, the Ba'balut, drops from hyperspace and files a quick flight plan with orbital control. The ship is a registered tramp freighter out of Mandalore and a common enough visitor to any planet, even this far coreward. Receiving approval for decent, the ship begins its approach to the planet, with a course laid in towards the capital city.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 16, 2017 8:01:06 GMT -8
Aurel Pellaeon, arrived on schedule much to his annoyance. For him on time, was late, but this was out of his control entirely. Upon entering the system, his pilot began the necessary communique with local authorities to get them planet side. There were be a great deal of fuss about an Imperial Admiral coming to stay for a time, but since the Core ward expansion of the FO was still a week away, no one was overly suspicious. The First Order shuttle cruised through orbit in the assigned flight corridor, heading to its assigned berth at the space port on the surface.
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 27, 2017 4:03:26 GMT -8
A lone Lambda-class shuttle emerges from Hyperspace in the Brentaal system. Approaching the fourth planet, the shuttle sends civilian transportation IDs, logged as a passenger transport running a regular circuit around the Core Worlds. Any external scans would read the cargo bay as having just two passengers.
This shuttle had been outfitted with the latest in sensor masking technology by Clan Australis techs. The hold contained two life forms, to be sure, but also enough weapons and explosives to outfit a small army, including four of the latest model of YVH Combat droids. Sitting beside the Mandalorian pilot, Kaine Australis watched the planet swell to fill the viewport.
Four commandos, including Kaine himself, and four combat droids, were Kaine's contribution to the group that had hastily put together this operation. A call had come out for assistance, and rather than let one of his many capable vode take the job, Kaine had essentially pulled rank to get a chance to put boots on the ground again. Wars were few and far between for Clan Australis, and only one of those could get the General into combat anywhere near as much as he wanted. The Brentaal IV op was a fine chance for him to stretch his legs and ensure the cobwebs didn't get too comfortable.
Once clearance to land was recieved, the shuttle made a beeline for Brentaal IV's main spaceport. Kaine left the cockpit to ensure the two men in the hold were prepared, and the shuttle made its way into Brentaal IV's atmosphere.
As this operation was being treated as a black operation, deniable, Kaine and his three ori'rami'kade wore plain black Beskar'gam free of any clan markings or insignia of any kind. In addition, their personal effects had been left behind, so that if they fell it would be difficult to identify their origins. The galaxy was full of Mandalorian mercenaries after all. The shuttle had been bought second hand through a third party and refitted on Mandalore, and bore no record to link it back to Clan Australis. The navicomputer had been scrubbed, and thus the team would abandon the shuttle on Brentaal. They'd need to find their own way offworld after the mission was completed.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 3, 2017 19:31:20 GMT -8
With the success of Carida and other planets under their belts, the Imperial Combined Fleet, led by the Sol Invictus, exits hyperspace. Reports had come in, while Nicademus was still in order over New Carida, of the presence of an orbital gun in orbit over Brentaal IV. In addition to that, there was a heavy presence of Republic ships, now serving as a defense fleet under the command of the Brentaal government. Exiting hyperspace outside of the orbital guns range, Nicademus sends an encrypted message to Aurel and his mercenaries, indicating it was time to disable that piece of defense.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 17, 2017 10:24:31 GMT -8
Success would come through the Imperial channels as the mercenaries hired to do their specialty completed their mission. Sensors detected that the planetary shield and the orbital gun went off-line, causing a sort of disarray within the defensive fleet in orbit. The Supreme Commander turns away from the viewport of the Sol Invictus, gesturing to his communications officer who was on standby with the superlaser crew.
Prepare the superlaser to fire. Aim for the cluster of ships on the right flank, closest to the flagship.
Right away, sir!
Communications were sent to the crews below where the superlaser was powered on.
While this began, the Imperial fleet moved to engage the approaching warships in orbit over Brentaal IV. Once the confusion had died down, the enemy officers ordered their ships into attack formations. The experience and firepower of the Imperial vessels was rather overwhelming against the defending vessels. The Sol Invictus, seen in the background of the Imperial defensive line, was seen lumbering towards the right flank of the Brentaal's fleet formation. Crews worked tirelessly with the superlaser's generations, pouring in every ounce of energy to make it truly magnificent.
A crew member, upon a platform, reaches up, pulling a lever as the weapon sparked to life. Soon a green beam fires through the firing chamber, launching out of the tip of the Sovereign-class Super Star Destroyer. It ripped through several smaller ships before impacting upon a refurbished Imperial-class Star Destroyer. Its engines imploded causing thick debris to splash against its sister ships, which were also Imperial-class Star Destroyers. The twisted metal slammed against their hulls, tearing deep holes through them.
From the bridge of the Sol Invictus, Nicademus could not resist smiling. With the ongoing battle over Brentaal IV, and its likely victory for the Imperials, the First Order's coreward campaign would come to a close.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Sept 17, 2017 18:16:40 GMT -8
The battle progressed with speed, the devastating loss of the command ship so early in the battle, plus the sabotage of the ground facilities, meant that the defending force's other wise excellent chance of making the FO pay in blood for every meter of space gained, had suddenly been inverted. It was proving very difficult to maintain the discipline and formations necessary to hold out for any length of time against the FO armada. And there was simply no way to do anything about the fleeing saboteurs, with such a massive threat in front of them. The defenders held out for as long as they could, but their morale had been lost with their flag ship, and it was just a matter of time before the individual captains began to recognize that they were outmatched and couldn't win this battle. Few had any desire to die senselessly, most still had family on the surface, and the longer they resisted in orbit, the longer those families were at risk from stray shots and falling debris. Reason won out, and the fleet surrendered rather piece-meal and some ships opted to leave the system altogether rather than surrender out right.
The FO let them go with the warning that if they ever returned to FO space, they would be required to submit to FO authorities immediately or be branded enemies of the FO and hunted into extinction. The Supreme Commander of the First Order had more than enough problems on his plate, and if could encourage some of them to go and bother his rivals, well so much the better. The Armada lingered long enough to absorb the Brentaal defense fleet, to help off set losses from the campaign, light as they were. Mostly it was done to help the men of Brentaal resist the urge to rebel or cause trouble int their home system by deploying them else where. With the loose ends mostly tied up, the rest being left to the regional Moff, who was as yet unnamed, at least officially; the FO armada dispersed once more, returning to their home ports and their other duties. It was time to build the FO's economy and infrastructure as much as possible. Empires might rise on might, but they rarely thrived on might alone.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Sept 25, 2017 19:05:31 GMT -8
Three weeks later...
The FO broadcast was received and transmitted to the other Core worlds within the Core Oversector. Aurel Pellaeon was a Grand Moff now... Truth be told he wasn't really looking forward to the next week in particular. He rather liked working with his men and women in the fleet... alas, he was now needed as an administrator and governor, more than as a fleet officer. He would continue to serve the FO loyally, though he wasn't certain he had the skills necessary skills to perform as well as he would be expected to perform. He'd do his best and learn whatever new skills he needed to for the new office. Interestingly enough, his time as a warlord would serve him well as a Grand Moff.
Command of the fleet passed to his second in command, a rather driven woman keen to see the fleet continue to grow in it's precision and accuracy in both maneuvers and tactical solutions. Now Pellaeon would be giving indirect orders and objectives to the fleet as it worked to keep the over sector a bastion of Order in this chaotic galaxy. Pellaeon gave the bridge of his latest command vessel one last wistful once-over, setting the image into memory. He turned and haded the command over to the waiting officer, and moved to collect his things for his quarters. His new offices would be located planet side, here on Brentaal IV. He wasn't sure if that was a good idea just yet, but it would serve his purposes for the immediate future. If he needed to move, he would. He sent a transmission to the mercenary that had proved instrumental to the capture of Brentaal IV, inviting him to come and close the deal at his soonest convenience.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 3, 2017 12:15:00 GMT -8
Two days later...Admiral Kinley stood at the bridge of the Lestari Warlord Command's new flag. It had previously been the Slammet, Lestari's sister ship, but with the change in command Breann had requested that the command structure be shifted slightly, to ease the transition for everyone. Aurel had agreed and it was made so. Now she was over looking the space lanes, while running lists through her head, cross referencing everything she could. The repairs and replacements for the damages and losses in the expansion push had been completed or arrived and been assigned appropriately. Soon the ships would be sent on patrols through out the region. For now they were scattered about the sector, either guarding routes or patrolling the less traveled portions of the sector. Only the Lestari, Slammet, Gen, Márcia, and Valéria were in formation over the planet's capitol. Respectively, they are a Victory-II class SD, Victory-II class SD, an Immobilizer-418, a DP20 friagte, and a DP20 frigate.
The rest of the fleet consisted of three Vindicator-class cruisers, three more DP20-class fraigates, and the appropriate fighter compliments for the afore mentioned vessels, which totaled to 12 squadrons of twelve fighters each. The fleet was on alert, with things still cooling down from the expansion efforts it would be imprudent to expect smooth sailing, but things were moving along in the right direction and progressing as smoothly as these things could for now. Admiral Kinley needed to finalize her orders for the fleet before the end of the shift so they could make the necessary arrangements and plot their courses through the assigned territories. Most systems by this point had a few older model ships that could serve as home defense forces and would for the duration of Aurel's command, but that left a lot of "empty" space to be patrolled and searched for illegal activities. Probes were wonderful things and would be used extensively to supplement the limited fleet under her command in the months to come. She only hope that patrols would all she had to plan.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 3, 2017 12:42:41 GMT -8
The stars were a blurred mosaic. The ship, like an arrowhead, was swiftly crossing space in lightspeed. Admiral Ostrenis stood on the command walkway, calmly, staring through the bridge’s windows. The crew pit, once only manned by humans, was now brimming with a dozen different species, from MonCals to Ithorians. His first officer, an albino MonCal, crossed the walkway:
“Sir, we’re already close to leave hyperspace. We’re reaching destination, only few minutes away”
The Duros admiral nodded, pensive. The domed, pale, spotted head of Lieutenant Jehangir nodded in turn.
“We must be ready for an eventual battle, leaving hyperspace prepared. We don’t know which kind of surprises has Brentaal saved for us”
“All systems ready, sir. Deflectors, turbolasers and fighter wings”
“Good”
He wavered a hand, dismissively, the lieutenant leaving to resume his duties. The bridge was in a buzz of activity, from the communications officer to the helmsman and the gunners. Renzo had decided to strike Brentaal. Caamas’ allegiance remained undecided, like some of the nearby systems, and a victory on the sector could be instrumental either in gaining the sympathies of those planets or in the negotiations’ table. Breental itself sat in two important hyperlanes and was an important trade hub. If its defenses were weak enough, the action carried over by the fleet under his command could prove to be invaluable.
“Closing by…”
Said an officer. Suddenly, the blurred stars were replaced by the black nothingness of space, the darkness only broken by the shimmering stars in the horizon. The fleet left hyperspace in unison. The flagship, ISDII Oathkeeper, was surrounded by five Corellian corvettes, three Nebulon-B frigates, two bulky transports and two new additions, the Scythe battlecruiser Crix Madine and the ShaShore frigate, the Lawgiver. The flagship, the imposing Star Destroyer, was dramatically painted in red, and it was a sight to behold.
“Battle order, everyone ready”
The bridge remained in perfect order, despite the excitement over a possible encounter.
“What lectures provide our long-range scanners, officer?”
Said the admiral, asking an officer on the pit nearby.
“There is armed enemy presence on the system. We are gathering more intel, sir”
“Good. May the Force be with us”
The same words were muttered by many individuals across the bridge, while the admiral stared through the viewport, seeking the enemy holding the planet’s space…
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 3, 2017 15:02:30 GMT -8
A sudden twinkle in the space between the stars made her stiffen, still it was probably just an older freighter that hadn't updated it's local nav charts recently. Still, she called into the crew pit for sensors to ID recent arrivals past the edge of the system, and then returned to her previous considerations. A sudden burst of swearing and motion in the pit, drew her attention back towards the sensor stations.
"Visiual on main screen now! Do your jobs and stop squawking like a bunch of mynocks!"
She could tell by the crews reactions that she wasn't dealing with a freighter anymore. The image on the view screen shifted from the open space, to an Imp-II surrounded by Corellian Corvettes and nebulon-B's and further escroted by a pair of GR75s a Scythe-class and a Shashore-class, she quickly surmised by their shape, the white and red paint schemes really reflected the light, making IDing them visually much simpler. A moment later the ship's sensors verified the visual scan, and began filling in IFF data as it found in the FO databases. She had to consider how to proceed quickly.
"Alert the rest of the fleet and the Grand Moff, in that order! Bring all vessels to Brentaal IV's immediate vicinity. Let them come to us, we have the advantage with the surface defenses here. I just hope that Turbolaser is operational in time... Deploy fighters but them close, no point in letting them get picked off at range. Targeting get me a bead on that Imp deuce! Have all ships move to our position under full sublights, and lets send that group a welcome they won't soon forget!"
A jr. officer rather timidly steps foreward and Breann turns to glare at him, but waves him ahead, he wouldn't interrupt without a valid point, she hoped. He wondered if it was possible that, since the fleet left hyperspace so far from the system, well within the average band, that they might not have hostile intentions... She considered it, looking back at the view screen, but sensor were getting high end power readings indicating that all systems were active or charging, not just collision shields and senseors like a passive visitor would have, especially a visitor so well armed. Still, best to have it on reccord that she tried right? Then the flag-ship was identified as she opened her mouth to give further orders, the Oathkeeper one of the GA's prized spoils of war, and the flag ship of one it's leading commanders. That answered that question.
"A good thought son, but today we're not facing an unknown, that's the Oathkeeper, alone it might have had less than hostile intentions, but with the full armada? Not a bet I'm willing to make, to many good lives on the line. I want every gun that can reach firing on the Oathkeeper ASAP!"
A chorus of yes ma'am's greeted her orders as ships began move through the system. The rest of her fleet began moving towards Bretaal IV while commercial traffic was directed to the far side of the system. Fighter pilots began manning their fighters as gunner crews began to shift the aim of their guns to the new target. The range was well beyond max effective range for any of the defending vessels but they weren't beyond max range. And the while the smaller corvettes could probably dodge most of the barrages at these ranges, the much larger and slower Oathkeeper would have a very difficult time trying to evade the fire without drastic measures. Still the weapons, even from standby, took a moment to charge and rotate to the appropriate firing angles so it didn't have to dodge anything just yet.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 3, 2017 15:55:29 GMT -8
The results of the scans arrived soon enough. Two Victory cruisers and Immovilizer and minor ships. Not an imperial fleet of entity.
"Deploy the fighter screens"
Commanded the admiral.
"Place the transports in the arranged spots"
"Yes sir!"
The old Rebel transports, less valuable, placed themselves covering with their resilient hulls the larger flagship, while the rest of the fleet positioned itself.
"Everyone, follow the battle orders. Take positions"
Said the Admiral, orders being sent to the cruisers commanders' who both followed the pre-arranged battle plans. The Scythe covered a flank of the Star Destroyer, reinforced by the ShaShore, while three Nebulons guarded the other flank. The corvettes, in the meanwhile, arranged themselves before the flagship, provinding an invaluable screen of anti-fighter firepower, as their smaller weapons would target the smaller crafts easier than the large turbolasers.
"Everyone ready for combat, sir"
Said the well-known voice of Jehengir, who had taken position in the bridge. He was the main link between the admiral and the rest of the chain of command.
"Tell the Madine to open fire!"
The heavy batteries of the Scythe battlecruiser had a longer ranger than any other ships in the fleet. The ISD had also modern ordnance, but it was heavier. The Crix Madine started bombarding the closest Victory cruiser, while the fleet approached the enemy formation in good speed. The fighters screens had been deployed, led in the center by nimble Corellian fighter Restorer and the Red Eyeballs, a retrofitted TIE Interceptor squadron.
"Frontal deflector shields at full cappacity. Don't overheat our guns, fire when and only when at range. Then, we do a full salvo. Focus on the Victory closest to the Madine"
"Understood sir"
The admiral walked up and down the walkway, while the officers hurried themselves around him and in the pits.
"Let's bring hell to them. Brace yourself, this has just started"
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 4, 2017 15:15:17 GMT -8
Cormund's city shield rose behind them, stray shots wouldn't be burning the city at least. Work had finally finished on the planetary gun on the surface, but it would be some time yet before it was ready to fire, as the systems were starting up. At the system's sensor array was back on line, that would aid in gathering accurate firing vectors. The enemy fleet repositioned making targeting the enemy flag directly difficult, however the two ships before it would fall quickly enough, and then block the enemy flag's path. The enemy Scythe cruiser opened fire on the Slamet and it's shields shimmered under the blast, but the captain was already shifting shields forward, so the blast didn't cause any damage this time, though the next shots were likely to cause serious trouble.
Orders were rapid fire, but concise and specific, as the fleet began to form up over the capital city. Since most of the shots were now blocked by the two transports, they became the new primary targets. The fleet split it's fire hoping to earn several quick hits against the enemy for slight but significant shift in the balance of the engagement. The two Vitory-II's each picked a GR-75, they were each joined by two DP20s. The three Vindicators and the i418 all focus fire on the Scythe, while the remaining DP20 splits it's fire between the two GR-75s. The fighters, rush forward splitting into pair and advancing in semi-random patterns to minimize the effectiveness of enemy fire, until they are in range, then they open up with a full barrage on their pre-assigned targets. They would be targeting fighters closest to them, in pairs. That's one hundred and forty-four fighters targeting the 72 fighters closest to them, as they press the enemy's right flank, moving towards the Nebulon-B frigates.
The two Vic-IIs stay put, the three vindicators form a wedge over them, while the i418 sits below and between them. The five DP20's form an inverted five point star centered on the two Vic-IIs.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 4, 2017 16:10:25 GMT -8
One transport was quickly blown into atoms, the empty and scantly armed transport stood little chance against concentrated fire; the second transport duly attempts to retreat from enemy fire, as the fleets were now close enough to exchange full barrages. However, as it was trying to disengage a well-aimed shot brought down the engine, while a second blast detonated the reactor and blew the ship. The Crix Madine held the ground quite ably, only suffering moderate damage in the exchange of volleys, its turbolaser lateries hadn't been disabled.
Two nimble corvettes, which had seen their share of fighting, the Acrobat and the Mercurial, were sent to reinforce the flank, followed by the Pride of Duro and Dying Suns X-wing squadrons to beat the enemy fighters to splinters, joining the dogfight. The X-wings were fairly superior to what the enemy could have mustered and the corvettes were truly effective shooting down fighters with their fast-firing guns and flak cannons, and they would halt the enemy fighters' unrelenting advance towards the Nebulon-Bs.
"Open fire. Full salvo on the Victory hit by the Madine. Blast them"
The heavy turbolaser batteries, including the octuple-barrelled ordnance, open fire, igniting the pitch blackness of space with red and green bolts of shimmering energy. The Star Destroyer was unleashing his impresive firepower on the opposing ship, expecting to disable or damage the ship significantly. In the meanwhile, the ShaShore and the Scythe return fire to their aggressors. The Nebulons start firing on their own, focusing their firepower on the opposing Victory cruiser, who hadn't yet be targeted by anyone. And the remaining three corvettes followed the Star Destroyer suit, unleashing their guns against the very same Victory who had already suffered some fire by the Madine.
"We have to relieve our cruiser. Send the Twin Tails and the Stormbirds. They have to hit the closest Vindicator"
"Orders sent, sir"
The bombers fearlessly crossed space, their wings deployed, their full firepower unfolded against a single cruiser. The Duros admiral was quite fond of the Twin Tails, which had served him in the Spirit of Neimodia, several years ago, before he was promoted to fleet admiral.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 7, 2017 10:49:40 GMT -8
Slamet's shields buckled under the concentrated fire, and as the pounding tore through the relatively lightly armored hull, the crew was ordered to evacuate the ship. Escape pods began their decent to the planet, careful to avoid the city shield directly below them. The derelict destroyer hung in space, venting compartments as chain reaction tore the ship apart. Lestari sent a communique to Imperial high command, they wouldn't be able to do anything about this skirmish, but they still needed to know what was going on. It added it's cannons to the barrage hammering the Scythe cruiser, as throwing anything at the Imp-II was unlikely to score any serious damage. The fighters were rapidly overwhelmed by the enemy's superior numbers and the few remaining fighters sought to take as many enemies with them as they could. The Vindicators and i418 continue their assault, though one of the Vindicator's is being targeted by a new wave of bombers. How did they have so many fighters? That's what happens when pirates band together, you end up with a large sum of fighters and stolen craft together in a fleet. And the fleet before them was indeed a rag-tag bunch.
DP20's turn their fire to the approachign bombers, since their light turbolasers and heavy laser cannons were designed with tearing fighters and assault craft to pieces, the five of them would have little trouble targeting the bombers flying on a straight path through their formation. Things were looking quite grim for Warlord command, indeed, this would likely end with it's utter destruction if something didn't change fast. Suddenly the planetary turbolaser opened up on the only ship it currently had a clear shot at, the ShaShore-class. It would have opened on the Imp-II but the two debris cloud from the two transports would have defused the lasers significantly. Thankfully the Imp-II seemed to be working to clear the debris for them. It would soon be a viable target for the planetary gun.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Oct 8, 2017 6:30:16 GMT -8
Some cheers erupted among the officers in the pits, promptly silenced by the admiral's stern, unforgiving gaze.
"We have much to overcome still, save your joy for later"
He said with a gesture of his bony hand. The ship being torn to pieces was quite a sight to behold.
"All fire to that target!"
Commanded admiral Ostrenis, pointing at the Lestari. The Nebulons moved forward, trying to flank the enemy ships from the left, while the Star Destroyer tilted its bow to better open fire on the remaining Victory.
"Send our corvettes against the enemy. They have to shield our own, as soon as possible"
The fire blockade runners swiftly turned their bulbous heads towards their opposing counterparts, openning a salvo of turbolasers against the closest ships. The Scythe cruiser wa badly mauled, but still managed to open fire on one of the assaulting ships, unleashing its potent forward batteries against the Vindicator assaulted by the bombers. The admiral looked as the holographic ships moved across the board, data and other lectures constantly appearing on the screens around the tactical holoboard.
"The Madine won't held much longer, order Commander Sundu to disengage. Tell the ShaShore to open fire against the closest Vindicator and cover the Madine's retreat"
"Yes sir! The Madine says their frontal deflectors can hold a little and their fighter compliment is still in good shape"
The admiral nodded. The bridge of Ostrenis' ship was a well-oiled machine, everyone knew their place and worked in unison. So many species working with the same goal and in a coordinated effort. Such was the beauty of warfare, the artistry achieved through collaboration, the many beings breathing in unison to man a ship as large as the Oathkeeper, from engineers to gunners. And everything was under Renzo's sole command. He looked at the blinking, holographic shape of the Interdictor. Renzo cried out a last order, before waiting for events to unfold:
"Ion fire on the Interdictor. Now"
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