Friendly Units:
NF-01 Nano-flares loaded in countermeasure launchers fleet-wide.
-
Subvessels
-
-
Subvessels
-
-
Subvessels
-
-
Subvessels
-
-
Subvessels
-
Units in Reserve: The entire might of Strill Securities' naval assets. All too far to respond.
Ally Tag(s):
Domaric Mordane
|
Odria Kaelthron
|
Zethran Cott
|
Aldo Garrick
|
Remus Adair
Enemy Tag(s):
Marlon Sularen
|
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
|
Ronhar Tane
|
ADM. Reshmar
|
Solan Charr
|
Squesha
-
Equipment
-
[/slide]
There would have been a brief moment of silence as the Empire's massive super laser equipped battlestation vaporized one of the Alliance's vessels if everything wasn't going to haran as it was. They had underestimated the threat of those Imperial fighters, and now they were paying for it. Shield strength began dropping across the fleet's corvettes and drone sentries were registering damage from the sheer weight of fire. Were those TIE models trying to engage them better armed,, a lot more than the sixteen that detonated due to sheer combined fire would have been lost.
Unfortunately for the enemy fighters they were now well and truly within tractor/pressor beam range. Nyles could see targeting solutions appear as short thin white lines connecting the
Araniik mounts and the fighters. They turned red almost immediately. Tractor/pressor beams fired at the Imperial fighters while APFSDS rounds from the two dual mass-driver autocannons on the emplacements across his ships, the sentries and his corvettes. Launchers dipped into the last of their loaded ammunition reserves and fired
Tra'beviin-B-class Brilliant Missiles and
T'barsr-B-class Guided Cluster Missiles into the ideally immobilized imperial fighters.
"Launch fighters," Nyles spat, disgusted at his own lapse in judgment as he issued the order to do so for the rest of the fleet to do so over the 'Manda' battlenet via the tactical display's interface. Squadron icons began appearing on the display until there were twenty two squadrons of
SMF-04 Kyr'galaar-class Stealth Multi-role Fighters and twenty two squadrons of
SMFD-02 Gar Oya'karir-class Stealth Multi-role Droid Starfighters. Strill pilots wasted no time in engaging the enemy fighters with AP rounds from their repeating heavy mass-drivers,
Tra'beviin-B-class Brilliant Missiles and
T'barsr-B-class Guided Cluster Missiles.
Just when he thought he could breathe in a sigh of relief, an alert flashed in the corner of his HUD, 'Alert, collision vector detected!' On the main tactical display, he could see two missile cruisers that they were currently attacking increasing their velocity in a vector that would indeed put them on a collision course with the
Gra'tua. The
Gra'tua's
alo'rad had already put in a firing solution he was requesting permission to execute. Nyles didn't even hesitate when he hit the holographic button marked
dumcyir.
Nyles saw the escape pods launch from the incoming cruisers about the same time as they began firing salvos of missiles. Missiles which didn't end up being long for the world. Most of the incoming missiles were jammed by the
Gra'tua's elctronic warfare suite's
guidance jammer.
Anti-ordnance EM Probes disabled most of those the remaining incoming ordnance, leaving hundreds of
NF-01 Nano-flares slammed into what was left with considerable explosive force for ordnance of their size. Another collision alert went off in his HUD, this time alerting him to the new development of enemy fighters attempting to pass under their shielding.
"What are those dini'la di'kute doing now?"
"They're trying to pass through our shields," said Nyles looking at the predicted flight vectors. Emri's blank
buy'ce expression told him enough.
"Never correct your enemy when they're making a mistake." The shields on pretty much every ship bar their corvettes could have taken the impact of even a thousand fighters that size impacting at their top speed, and these fighters were at what Nyles and the 'Manda' battlenet had both presumed were the fighers' attack speed. He wasn't worried, and from the traffic on the battlenet and the fleet-wide comm net or rather the distinct lack of on the latter, neither were any of his
alor'ade.
Two large explosions concurrent with those of a cruiser sized capital warship exploding registered on the tactical map. Nyles didn't know why the crews had tried firing off their missile payloads, or evidently set the automated fire controls to do so. More missiles in the magazines would have resulted in a larger explosion. The
Gra'tua's magnite enhanced tractor/pressor beams had kept the cruisers far enough that the enemy ships' explosions were absorbed by the kinetic capacitance shields without much complaint.
Dha Werda-class Countermeasure Gas Rocket containing
Anti-laser and
Dampener aerosol had been firing almost non-stop from the CL-02 launchers across the fleet to intercept bursts of incoming energy weapons fire, which was the majority of incoming fire. It hadn't stopped the maser fire coming from Sularen's fleet or the bizarre sonic weapons his artillery star destroyers had fired. Shields held, absorbing the energy released from the shots to keep the overall integrity from dropping too far.
The other Imperial fleet was in even less luck, almost all of their weapons fire was traditional energy weapons fire and barring a scant few bursts, the quickly dissipating clouds of gas left behind by the countermeasure rockets had dissipated most of them. The missiles from both sides that didn't have their targeting systems affected by the
guidance jammer were smacked out of the void by the fleet's networked point-defense and countermeasure launchers and the few that slipped through were almost all neutralized by
point-defense cluster munitions. It was going to take a lot more than that to kill them.
"My turn," growled Nyles as his hands danced across the tactical map, issuing orders over the battlenet with practised ease. With the electronic warfare systems now likely affecting the Imperial fleet that had managed to close to close-range, it was time to finish this little skirmish with them with a decapitation strike. If this fresh Imperial fleet wanted to die so badly, then who the
haran was he to deny them? 'Main batteries charged, radiation sheathe set, APFSDS rounds loaded,' flashed the 'Manda' battlenet's alert in the corner of his HUD.
Jate.
Keep up missile fire on Sularen's ships, same targets as before. Since this other Imperial fleet commander had done him the courtesy of putting their ships in front of his ships in an attempt to overwhelm their defense despite being severely outgunned and outweighed, all main batteries were going to be directed in their direction. The
Morut and her escorts would direct their fire at the apparent flagship while his other ships would deal with the remaining star destroyers. Missile fire from their corvettes and bombers would likely finish what their guns did not. All that remained was to finish plotting and let the battlenet handle the computations and manual directing of fire he didn't miss having to do himself in the slightest.
With the sequence of orders complete, a series of acknowledgement signals flashed in the corner of his HUD. Nyles noticed another Imperial fleet vectoring toward them, survivors of the initial attack based on the state they were in, they would just have to wait. They were teetering on the edge of being overwhelmed. He saw the squadron symbols and identifiers for the 20 squadrons of
SB-06 Ram'ser-class Super-Heavy Bombers he had ordered to be deployed fleetwide flash into existence on the tactical display. Moments later, firing solutions appeared as white lines connecting his ships and their targets. No words of exhortation nor inspiration were needed, war was a craft they were all skilled with.
-
Action Breakdown
-
Koda Fett
|
Nero Drake
|
Velis Arden
|
V1-L8
|
Tohu
|
IG-44
|
Razmir Tezhyn
|
Diarch Reign
|
Tiber Septimus
|
Ayra Lowe
|
Marek Bancroft
|
Gavin Vel
|
Ryu Jung
|
Spirit of Defiance
