Junction Allegiances - Empire/Enclave Junction

[Katja Javik]

THE EMPIRE
IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
ALLIES: Kav Canthar | Zorah Fel | Jorus Fel
ENGAGING: Shai Maji | Alora Vizsla | Todblaz Graker
Equipment: Sons of Mandalore Beskar'gam, other Mando stuff like whipcord and stuff

<It's quite literally my job to worry about you, or at least... pretend to.> She was unconvinced by his answer and so removed her helmet to get a closer look at him but no sooner than she had taken it from her head had her squadmate collapsed and the mood instantly shifted.

"Kav?!" She called out, dropping all formalities as she rushed to kneel at his side. The extent of his injuries soon became apparent. Grabbing onto his uninjured side, she rolled him onto his back and carefully touched his frozen arm. "Kriff..." She muttered to herself.

Still, she remained level-headed and set into action, getting back to her feet and grabbing the torso armour near his shoulders to pull him to the nearby ship. There was no painless way to move him but thankfully he wasn't conscious to feel it.

The medic diligently dragged her compatriot towards the ship. None of the nearby troopers dared to offer any assistance.

"You'll be ok." She told him, though she wasn't sure for whose reassurance since he was unlikely to hear her. "We're going home."

/exit thread​

 

[Braxton Holst]

KESTRI | TOR VALUM
ENCLAVE: Runi Kuryida | Romul Saxon | Vren Rook | Volo Dragr
EMPIRE: Marcus Bastion | Ignacious Korvan | Kanollic II Vethres | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Adera Vellas | Siyndacha Aerin | Zorah Fel

Braxton’s eyes shifted from one delegate to the other as they went through the motions. The Grand Moff deployed an energy shield and the Commissioner was trying to be brave against the one group of warriors in the galaxy that couldn’t care less about such actions. The black stormtroopers of Korvan’s guard force readied their weapons and the Mandalorians returned the gesture in kind.

Things were spiraling out of control very quickly and he wasn’t able to stop it alone. Not with these lunatics.

"Have you lost your wits?"

"Have you mistaken Kestri for Siskeen? Those that come in peace should depart in peace."

"For every Mandalorian civilian you kill, ten of you, the Mandokarla will cut down. Take your leadership to their ships, but I will not tolerate 'mistakes' in designating combatants."

His gaze shifted to Runi as a smile took hold. The woman had a way with words, there was no denying that. He also had the suspicion that her threat wasn’t exactly empty.

'First off - if any civilians are murdered, rest assured I'll have the culprits shot promptly. Collateral damage is not our doctrine.... Secondly - you might be onto something with the,"Leadership to their ships", comment.... Korvan can call off the Imperial fleet from his ISD, and Vethres can call off the infiltrations from his..... An' you know what? I'm just gonna stay right here until we come to a resolution.'

'Sound like a plan t'you, Brax?'

The Director’s gaze shifted back to his friend. He gave a nod as his eyes drifted from one to the other. ”I would say that sounds like a bloody brilliant idea, Erskine.” He agreed as he rose to pour a glass of tihaar for the Lord-Regent and hand it to him.

”Without a doubt a better idea than mister Saxon or Korvan could muster.” He continued as he sat down next to the man on the table. ”You can all go to your ships and call off this mess from your end, mister Saxon can do the same on his end, and we can all go home for a warm shower and a stiff mug of caf to calm down.”

His piercing gaze betrayed the smile on his lips as he looked at each person responsible for escalating the situation. ”There are better ways to get yourselves killed than this mess.” He finished as he picked up his own glass of tihaar and took a sip.

”You know, Barry, I don’t think you’ve seen our new ventures on Christophsis. I think you might enjoy the library we built on Chaleydonia.” He quipped with a more light-hearted tone as he wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulder.

 

[Shai Maji]

KESTRI | TOR VALUM
ALLIES: Enclave | Todblaz Graker | Alora Vizsla
ENEMIES: The Empire
ENGAGING: N/A
GEAR: In bio

Watching Alora remove her helmet, a warm smile etched onto Shai’s features. It was good to see her friend’s face again, despite the lacking circumstances. But at least they defended Tor Valum, so that likely counted for something. A chuckle escaped at Alora’s remark. ”Hey, can’t know about everything everytime, don’t worry ‘bout it.” She quipped as she stared up at the woman.

"So,"

"you gonna sit there all day and make me feel tall?"

Shai shook her head as she holstered her weapons, took her helmet and accepted the outstretched hand. Once she was back on her feet, she took hold of Alora’s head and lightly pressed her forehead against hers. ”Missed ya somethin’ fierce, Al.” She admitted softly as she pulled away. ”I, uh… had some stuff goin’ on. I’ll come swing by Gambit’s pad later when this mess is sorted, I promise. I’ll explain everything that’s been happening.” She reassured her before slipping her helmet back on.

”But for now, I wanna go pay a visit to those schuttas upstairs. Just to make sure they get the kark off our planet.” With that, the Wardog took off again, making her way to the landing pad…

/Exit Thread

 

[CS-4444]

Hal Vaiken Aisling Dvale Leandra Brax Minerva Fhirdiad Mac O Shenanigans Zlova Rue​

SPACE, EN ROUTE TO THE REDEEMER, IN THE CREW COMPARTMENT OF A RDAGx TRANSPORT​

"Channel 5, radio check. Sound off." CS-4444 waited until one by one, his squad members called in over their helmet integrated com links. When the last one had reported in, he continued. "Alright gentlemen, ladies, the objective is simple. As soon as we land on the Redeemer, squads Delta, Gamma and Bravo will move in with the Commander and a supporting command squad to reach the Redeemer's bridge. Alpha squad and Omicron squad will aid us in securing the hangar bay so that it may be used to extract our men afterwards and any imperial assets still aboard the Redeemer. We expect heavy resistance, and we'll most probably be coming in hot. ETA is seven minutes to landing, so you better be ready by then."

There were no questions. The situation was grim, and his troops knew it. He run another full diagnostic check on his armor's systems. Their armor hadn't been atmospherically sealed yet, since their Enviro filter had a limited supply of breathable air . The gunship's life support systems should be enough, the LT had argued. Yet he couldn't help but feel like an Loth cat floating on a wooden plank in the middle of the ocean. To take his mind off that thought, he looked at the countdown in his in built HUD. Five minutes. He switched his view mode, connecting it to the live feed from the gunship itself.

Just in time. He saw Omicron and Delta squad's Gunship get hit from a Mandalorian fighter, going up in flames and exploding in the void. He saw helmetless troopers scattering in silence as the void claimed them. "SEAL YOUR SUITS, NOW". His troops obeyed, even though they hadn't witnessed their comrades flail around in the emptiness of this cold and dead battlefield of titans.

"Squad leads, this is the CO speaking. Omicron and Delta are down. Alpha squad will be joining my expeditionary force to supplement Delta's loss. The bridge of the Redeemer must be secured in order for the extraction to be successful. The timetable is thirty minutes, in and out. Epsilon squad is still on security duty. Over"

Right on cue, the first dropship reached the Redeemer. The dropship went silent, and any external sound was blocked from the environmental seals. His head started buzzing, as everyone's anxiousness to get to fighting created a cacophony of complete silence only broken by the respirator breathing. Then, a single sound was heard. CS-4444 saw the ramp light turn on, blood red. It flicked. Green.

The environmental seals broke. The doors opened. Hell broke loose.

One can say a lot about Mandalorians. There's been some inter barrack gossip about their hygiene, their manners and a most inappropriate affection to banthas. But no one can say they're not incredibly formidable warriors. CS-4444 led Epsilon squad in disembarking the transport, weapons at the ready, just in time to see Bravo squad cut down almost to a man, on their own ramp, by flanking Mandalorian fire. "TAKE COVER. SINGLE SHOTS. SIX TO NINE, FLANK FROM THE LEFT, THE REST ESTABLISH A STAGING GROUND FOR THE REST OF THE DROPSHIPS TO COME IN" he screamed to his troops, but they were already on it. Picking them off one by one, with his Z-6 rotary blaster providing suppressive fire, the mandalorian boarders were slowly pushed back, deeper into the depths of the hulking ship.

As the expeditionary force, now no more than twenty five troops strong along with the Commander and the LT, started heading towards the bridge, his squad of nine men and women prepared a defensive perimeter, sealing most of the entrances to the hangar and setting up machine gun nests on the remaining three. As he set up his Z-6 on a tripod to look down one of the corridors and held on to its grip, he grew more and more anxious.

"Thirty minutes" he thought.

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan​

Objective: I - Honor Bound
Location: Diplomatic Landing Pad - Tor Valum
Tags:

THE EMPIRE: Kanollic II Vethres | Marcus Bastion | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Open (Any Imperial dignitaries may accompany Korvan on his shuttle)

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THE ENCLAVE: Runi Kuryida | Romul Saxon | Braxton Holst | Volo Dragr | Vren Rook | Open

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"Have you lost your wits?"

"Have you mistaken Kestri for Siskeen? Those that come in peace should depart in peace."

“STOP!”

Korvan shouted once again, his hand raising to keep his Death Mask from executing the maneuvers they otherwise would have had Runi not intervened. At that point, all they had done was raise their blasters and prepare to react to the aggression the followers of Romul Saxon had nearly executed.

The Grand Moff remained standing, but also silent as the remainder of the delegates spoke their peace.

"For every Mandalorian civilian you kill, ten of you," the Death Mask, "the Mandokarla will cut down. Take your leadership to their ships, but I will not tolerate 'mistakes' in designating combatants."

First off - if any civilians are murdered, rest assured I'll have the culprits shot promptly. Collateral damage is not our doctrine.... Secondly - you might be onto something with the,"Leadership to their ships", comment.... Korvan can call off the Imperial fleet from his ISD, and Vethres can call off the infiltrations from his..... An' you know what? I'm just gonna stay right here until we come to a resolution.'

”Without a doubt a better idea than mister Saxon or Korvan could muster.” He continued as he sat down next to the man on the table. ”You can all go to your ships and call off this mess from your end, mister Saxon can do the same on his end, and we can all go home for a warm shower and a stiff mug of caf to calm down.”

“First of all--” Korvan spat out, with anger clearly laying thinly beneath the surface of his normally carefully maintained persona.

“No one in here, save for perhaps Mr. Holst, is a civilian. Especially given the level of armaments and... abilities...” His glance seemed to harden at Runi herself at the mention of ‘abilities’- “...that you all have. Second -” He glanced at Braxton, his eyes piercing enough to potential cast daggers into the man for his quite ignorant remarks: “My bodyguards have thus far remained compliant with the Enclave’s ‘diplomatic’ demands up until now, when it was clear your Warmaster’s lackeys were intent on illegally detaining us all. And even for... the Mandokarla as you so name them - you will find my bodyguards more than equal to the task of protecting myself, and those with me. The Empire was not going to start the hostilities, but by god - we would finish them. Decisively.” He fell silent for a moment before adding, with a bit more of a conciliatory - and daresay respectful - tone back at Runi. “It would seem cooler heads have prevailed. While I would defer to the Lord Regent now that he is present, I would be willing to remain once whatever this confusion is that has taken hold - has been resolved. From what I understand... unidentified Imperial ships have opened fire upon the Enclave fleet, and thus far our own diplomatic fleet has been fired upon by Enclave defense forces, likely due to a mistaken view this was a surprise attack on our part.”

His eyes would lock with those of Romul’s for a moment as he continued: “I will order my fleet to cease all fire upon Enclave forces, and redirect their efforts to these renegade Imperial ships. But not before the Enclave orders the same.”

Korvan would then turn his attention to Erskine. “As always, my lord - I stand at your command. I can depart at once, but I would be remiss if I did not say that, while I am currently uninformed about the status of the fleet above, I can restore order on our end immediately from here via my commlink should you wish for me to remain. In truth, while an emergency evacuation in a warzone can be done, it would be inadvisable for any shuttles to depart and attempt to dock upon our ships in the middle of active combat should an emergent situation be avoided. If the Enclave delegation is willing to believe us, and resume talks peacefully - meaning, your reinforcements remain outside. I take no issue with your bodyguards, as I'm sure you will not take issue with mine." The last few words of his statement were, in fact, a statement - bearing a silent challenge that they would definitively not have an issue with their presence if they wished for things to proceed. "...then perhaps that emergent situation can be resolved?”

 

[Volo Dragr]

HONOUR BOUND
OBJECTIVE : HONOUR BOUND
ALLIES : Vren Rook | Runi Kuryida | Braxton Holst | Romul Saxon
HOSTILES : Ignacious Korvan | Kanollic II Vethres | Marcus Bastion | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Adera Vellas | Siyndacha Aerin
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Threats were thrown like daggers, orders shot like bullets, insults levelled like cannons... and through all of it, the Karjr Guildmaster remained still as a statue, so still that his chest did not move, even as he breathed. Were he an older man, whatever carer his brother gave to him might've checked his pulse, just to make sure he hadn't relinquished the tenuous grasp he held on life in that very moment.

Tempted as he may have been, Volo couldn't die so soon. Even a man as overtaxed and grave as he could not ruin the poetic beauty of the circumstances by dying.

So unfathomably literal of the nature of politics was the current circumstance, that he could not help but wonder if he was, in fact, in the throes of a lucid dream. Only a mind as concurrently pained and plain as his could compose such a hideous clusterfuck of events and still call it a dream. For all the foul actions and volatile tempers, not a shot was truly fired, not a drop of blood was spilt nor a scratch of harm done to any but the table; innocent as it was.

Had he the mildest inclination that any of the delegation, be they of the Empire or the Enclave, were truly endangered, the Dragr would not be sat as calmly as he was.

No doubt, the Warmaster would blame the escalation on the Guildmaster and demand he endure some arduous, spiteful punishment, or pass it to his accomplice, the Rook; no doubt, the Speaker would call for the punishment to be shared equally, as it was an equal failure. No doubt, no such punishment would ever be fulfilled, or even seriously considered, by the Guildmaster, nor ordered on his subordinates.

He was too good at his job to make such brazen mistakes, to lay such inflammatory secrets bare. Everything that had transpired had been calculated to an approximation; in layman's terms, a really educated guess. The Imperial Delegation would have, doubtlessly, received word of the incursion in space and turned it against the Enclave delegation.

Broadcasting the Wardog's message to the entire meeting had been nothing more than a strategic move to put the Empire on the defensive when news, inevitably, broke of the engagement in space. At best, the Empire was kept on the defensive; at worst, it would only level the scales.

Maybe he'd, pridefully, explain his seemingly preposterous screw-up to Vren over a drink when the Empire was good and gone from his planet; after he'd regained control of their circumstances.

"...then perhaps that emergent situation can be resolved?"

"I wholly share your progressive mind, Grand Moff. It would be a shame if we allowed stubbornness and distorted focus to create unwanted enmity between our great nations." The Guildmaster announced, his voice dropping its previous, good natured pretense as it cut through the tension. "It would serve for us all to return to our seats, and resolve our circumstances."

After casting slow glances to his left and right, sufficiently accentuating just whom he meant when he spoke of stubbornness and distorted focus, as well as a perfunctory glance across the room in its entirety, he raised his commlink to just below his visor and pressed his thumb down on the transmitter. "This is Guildmaster Dragr of the Karjr, to all Enclave Ground Forces, the Akaan'alor's orders are to be disregarded. All Imperial Personnel are to be peacefully escorted to the spaceport awaiting retrieval." Turning his gaze to the COMPNOR Commissioner, he released the transmitter button momentarily.

"I do this in good faith, Commissioner, that you will provide me with an exhaustive investigation and report on this incursion." Somebody had to treat the man as an individual of capacity and value, rather than a zealous fool. Turning his gaze back to the Grand Moff, Volo pressured the transmitter once more.

"This is Guildmaster Dragr of the Karjr, to all Enclave Naval Assets, you are to cease fire. The Empire will designate targets amongst their own ranks, combine your fire. I repeat, cease fire and coordinate." Taking pressure off the transmitter and lowering his metal arm to the armrest once more, Volo passed the duty of action to the Empire.

"Make good on your words, Grand Moff." The Guildmaster stated, his voice offering a modicum of trust to the man. Offering the man a moment to fulfill his end, the Dragr turned his authoritative tone directly to Romul Saxon, a man to whom he had spoken only indirectly until now. "As we have reestablished much-needed order and peace, it would be in the best interests of this committee, Warmaster, for you to match the Speaker's practical silence, or flavour your words with her virtuous selflessness."​

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[Kanollic II Vethres]

It would seem that everything calmed down within a relatively short amount of time. Speaker Runi Kuryida wanted to calm down the situation and have the delegation depart without incident. The Lord-Regent DECEASED Erskine Barran wanted him to become his "puppet" within the Commission. Kanollic was hardly interested in becoming just another pawn to the Regency but would hold his tongue for now. Barran then proceeded to insult him for wanting to leave here alive and well; the old woad clearly had gone crazy due to senility. Although he made it very clear to everyone present that he was not going to turn tail and walk out of the door.

His gaze towards Siyndacha Aerin was just for a brief moment as the Knight-Errant stood there like a brick wall and did absolutely nothing when the delegation was almost detained. Then followed towards Braxton Holst who was simply a glorified opportunist who would no doubt sell his own family if it meant getting a profit. Next was the Grand Admiral Ignacious Korvan who said a few choice words of his own towards the people within the room. Kanollic gave a subtle hand motion towards Korvan which gave the impression that he wanted to talk to him at a later date.

Korvan and Barran would stay here and let the meeting carry on. The Commissioner decided that it was best for him to withdraw from the meeting entirely now having accomplished his goal of presenting himself as a fool. COMPNOR would begin to purge the people responsible for the infiltration once the Commissioner returned to Harrsk Hall on Bastion. Turning towards Volo Dragr who was the only person within the room to give him some semblance of respect.

"COMPNOR will provide the Enclave with the redacted investigative reports regarding the incursion," Kanollic said before proceeding. "Since I am no longer required at this meeting I shall depart back to Bastion immediately to begin the investigation. I will personally apologize if my actions have caused any damage to the negotiation between the Enclave and Empire." He said with a slight bow towards both DECEASED Erskine Barran and Ignacious Korvan as they seemed to be able to handle themselves far better without his presence there.

He moved through the door without another word as CompForce followed him with their weaponry at the ready. His shuttle would begin entering the atmosphere and make its way around the Rogue Imperials currently attacking the Imperial and Enclave Forces in orbit. The soft glow of hyperspace would soon happen as the long journey back to Imperial Space would occur.

LAST POST​

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[Zorah Fel]

Allies: DECEASED Erskine Barran | Ignacious Korvan | Marcus Bastion | Kanollic II Vethres
Enemies: Runi Kuryida | Romul Saxon | Braxton Holst | Vren Rook

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< Fel… > She reached out mentally to Zorah, < …it’s Aerin. Do try to hold off on breaking the door down, hmm? The Lord-Regent is attempting to… resolve this. >

The Knight rose her fist and they skid to a sudden halt. The Death Masks itched to stride forward to where the meeting chamber was down the hall but a commanding glare from the Heiress of Fel planted their feet in place.

Jorus looked around before asking, "What's going on?"

"Aerin asks that we wait. The Lord-Regent is seeking a peaceful solution. Bursting into the room now would be ill-advised." She tilted her head, searching the currents of the Force. Tensions were high-- she sensed danger looming in the distance. "Secure the corridor for now."

She trusted the Lord-Regent, but the Mandalorians? Not so much.

And yet, cooler heads won out in the end. She sensed a pivot in the rising tensions-- moments later, the doors to the meeting room hissed open and Kanolic Vethres exited with his bodyguards in tow, sweeping past them with nary a word. She turned to Jorus in his wake, eyeing her brother with new eyes.

She hadn't ever seen him in action before. Though brief, he had comported himself admirably enough. "It seems our services are no long required...but we'll wait here, just in case, until all the Imperial delegates have vacated the premises."

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[Romul Saxon]

W A R M A S T E R
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Objective: Treat with the Empire
Enclave: Runi Kuryida | Braxton Holst
Imperial: Marcus Bastion | Ignacious Korvan | Kanollic II Vethres | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Adera Vellas

"Mind your tongue, Dragr," Romul growled. Know your place, were the words that remained unspoken. The Warmaster remained standing, his helmet in hand as he sized up the Imperial delegation and the shock troops that had appeared out of thin air, seemingly. He fumed on the inside. The smooth talk of these Imperials did nothing to assuage their slight against the Mando'ade. Were that this a battlefield that he could hew them down himself.

But this was not, and he had responsibilities that included trying to find a peaceful solution to this mess, however much it angered him to do so. "This is the Akaan'alor, to all Enclave forces. Stand down." He ordered briefly before turning his flaming eyes back once more to the Guildmaster. Dragr had overstepped his bounds b belaying the orders of the Akaan'alor to Enclave military forces, an overstep of authority that demanded rectification. But to do so here would only further expose how disjointed Enclave leadership had become in the wake of the Quartermaster's death. Volo Dragr would be dealt with in time.

For now, the Warmaster turned his eyes back toward the Imperials. "The word, the honor, of the Empire has been stained by this attack of which you claim ignorance. I am not a forgiving man, but fortunately for you and your people, it would appear that others in the Enclave are. I will permit the talks to continue, but keep in mind the next surprise will not be met with such mercy." His words were ground out of his mouth, the Warmaster visibly restraining from using some much more choice words. But he would play the part of the diplomat today if that was what was required. "Take your seats, stow your blasters away. And someone get a damn medic in here."

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Onboard the Redeemer​

Tag: Mac O Shenanigans Zlova Rue CS-4444 Aisling Dvale Hal Vaiken

Mac must be new to the enclave to be unaware that the boarding pods are a one way trip. Before she could reply back on the comms the force wielder with them caught her attention. The Mandalorian bit her lips underneath the helmet in confusion at the Twi'lek. Judging by the behavior and words she can take a good guess that is no Jedi but surely the Enclave wouldn't allow a Sith in their ranks, not given their general policy.

Probably just some renegade. Still…

Regardless of her concerns and questions about Zlova means the latter is right they do need to get off this ship. Calling to Mac the young warrior declared as klaxons continued sounding off.

"That's right Mac we can't use our old ride anymore. We've have to take our chances finding a transport in the hangar or the escape pods."

"New Imps here! They have taken back the hangar." Another Mandalorian reported in the comms.

As that happened the Imperial crew from the other end of the hall charged, again blasters blazing. Taking cover once more on the side of the door, Minerva reloaded her weapon, preparing to lay down covering fire for her vode. Then suddenly Volo's message was broadcast on their frequency. Minerva froze, trying to comprehend what she just heard over the hostile barrage. Similarly many Mandalorians paused, mystified by the message while others continued to shoot as the Imperials charged them.

However, only when the Warmaster's order to stand down was announced did Minerva believed it to be genuine.

"You heard the Warmaster cease fire! Cease fire! I repeat cease fire!" Taras the unit‘s leader bellowed through the comms to the remaining Mandalorians onboard the Redeemer.

Soon they stopped shooting and took cover but the Imperials from the hall still pressed on. Once everything registered she knew the bloodshed must stop…for now. Pulling out a flashbang Minerva tossed it toward in front of the charging Imps. A bright light ignited that would temporarily blind those Imperials in front.

That should make them pause long enough to realize what's going on or hopefully their commanders sent their own orders to stand down.

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

Grand Moff Korvan​

Objective: I - Honor Bound
Location: Diplomatic Landing Pad - Tor Valum
Tags:

THE EMPIRE: Kanollic II Vethres | Marcus Bastion | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Open (Any Imperial dignitaries may accompany Korvan on his shuttle)

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THE ENCLAVE: Runi Kuryida | Romul Saxon | Braxton Holst | Volo Dragr | Vren Rook | Open

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"This is the Akaan'alor, to all Enclave forces. Stand down."

"Make good on your words, Grand Moff."

True to his word, the Grand Moff pulled out his holo-commlink. The voice of the Rear Admiral echoed through: “Yes, my lord?”

“The Enclave Leadership down here have conveyed orders for the Enclave fleet to stand down. You will do the same. Transmit the ident codes of all loyal ships within our diplomatic fleet, then together with the Enclave defense forces - commit all of our strength against the rogue Imperial elements that started this. Capture any you can for questioning - preferably a few ship commanders.”

“It shall be done, my lord.” At that, the hologram of the Rear Admiral dissipated and Korvan slid the device into the folds of his uniform. He then cast a glance at the Mandalorian delegation before him. It was then that the Warmaster had deigned to speak again:

"The word, the honor, of the Empire has been stained by this attack of which you claim ignorance. I am not a forgiving man, but fortunately for you and your people, it would appear that others in the Enclave are. I will permit the talks to continue, but keep in mind the next surprise will not be met with such mercy."

"Take your seats, stow your blasters away. And someone get a damn medic in here."

Ignacious took a seat as he was invited to do, then after a brief pause began anew: “I would imagine the stain the Empire has suffered on its honor is no less shameful as the stain on the Enclave over Ilum, considering your earlier explanation the Enclave did not officially dispatch military forces in the first place... yes?” A coy smile lined the Grand Moff’s features. While it was true that he neither knew about, nor arranged the debacle that unfolded in orbit, he was not about to allow the irony of the situation to pass without comment.

But he was also not going to be as combative as he was before. Much of the vitriol that had arisen before had cooled, and he did not believe it prudent to stoke it any further. “A similar state exists with these extremists who clearly wished to provoke a conflict while our delegation is here, meeting with you all. Although I have said it already, at blaster-point I might add - I will state again categorically; I knew nothing, nor did I plan in any way, the assault that occurred in orbit.” He locked eyes with each person in turn, taking particular care to do so with Erskine as well.

He then continued: “I will take this opportunity to assure you all that a full investigation will be conducted, and the responsible parties involved will experience the full measure of Imperial justice. Just as I’m sure... we can expect the same report and assurances from the Enclave regarding these agitants on Ilum?” The smirk returned, breaking his previously cold and stately expression.

“Given the recent experience we have all shared, let us do away with niceties and be direct with each other. It is obviously the Lord Regent’s prerogative to spend his immeasurable wealth as he sees fit. If that means... paying you, then so be it. But perhaps this unfortunate series of events presents us all with an opportunity to ensure further... incidents are avoided in the future.” His neutral expression returned. “You stated rather correctly and plainly Warmaster, that currently the Enclave and the Empire do not have any formal Alliance or pact to speak of, whereas the Galactic Alliance does.” His eyes drifted casually to Erskine, then at his fellow delegates who had thus far remained rather silent.

“I think we all can agree that a similar alliance, at this stage, is far too premature given the lapses in trust both of our nations have experienced with each other. But, there is an alternative that comes to mind.” He paused, allowing his words thus far to sink in before he added: “A non-aggression pact. Secured by the stationing of mid-level diplomats between our nations and on our capital worlds. The truth is, the Empire can no more hold the Enclave accountable for what happened on Ilum, as the Enclave can hold us accountable for what occurred here today. But with a non-aggression pact in place, that dynamic changes.”

His gaze drifted to Dragr, then back to Romul: “Both the Empire and the Enclave has demonstrated that neither power shyes away from defending itself against aggression. This pact will provide surety that neither side will provoke the other. The Empire will pursue the source of this unmitigated embarrassment within our ranks regardless of the outcome of these talks, you already have our word on that front. But should the Enclave provide a similar guarantee, and no longer involve itself in our conflict with the Alliance... that can only lead to a further strengthening between our two nations.”

A smile once again cracked Korvan’s features. “What say you, Alor?”

Clearly the Grand Moff was more well versed than he had let on previously.

 

[Madlyn Sol]

BOARDING THE NIV REDEEMER w/ CS-4444
RESCUE MISSION
ALLIES: Hal Vaiken | Aisling Dvale | Castor E-196 | Leandra Brax
ENEMIES: Minerva Fhirdiad | Mac O Shenanigans | Zlova Rue

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This was the part Madlyn Sol hated most...being the sitting duck inside a windowless dropship in the middle of a space battle en route to one's latest mission objective.

The Bescani didn't fault the pilots as they did the best they could to give their passengers the smoothest ride, but with every juke and jive, updraft, downdraft, and explosions all around them shuddering the small troop carrier, well it was unnerving, to say the least. But as a stormtrooper one was trained to endure and overcome their fears and anxieties... Yeah, bullchit, but okay. It was what it was so deal with it, huh?

Mads swallowed the bile that had wanted to come up on that last evasive maneuver.

"SEAL YOUR SUITS, NOW!" CS-4444 shouted.

And just like that, two of their squads were snuffed out apparently when their gunship took a direct hit from an enemy starfighter. The combat medic didn't hesitate and pulled on her helmet, making sure it was secure and everything was working within the normal limits with the HUD. She also doubled checked her weapon and the advanced med kit that was worn as a fanny pack. Good thing the redhead was long-waisted so that kit along with her standard loadout stormtrooper utility belt worn didn't limit mobility.

A hush came over the troopers as their RDAGx transport made its final approach to the Redeemer. The status light on the hatch went from red to green, then it was go-time with the ramp lowering inside the hangar bay of the frigate. Mads hustled out of the ship with her blaster rifle at the ready following the rest of the Epsilon squad led by their sergeant. Immediately they took fire Mandalorians.

<< "TAKE COVER. SINGLE SHOTS. SIX TO NINE, FLANK FROM THE LEFT, THE REST ESTABLISH A STAGING GROUND FOR THE REST OF THE DROPSHIPS TO COME IN." >>

<< "Copy that, Sarge." >> Epilson Five keyed over the squad's comm channel, then the medic yet soldier first made for a stack of heavy crates on the hangar deck a few feet away from their ship.

Mads took cover, then began adding suppression fire with her blaster rifle, taking precise single shots best she could as Six through Nine flanked from the left and the sergeant set up his Z-6.

Thirty minutes wasn't a long time to mount the rescue, but too it would be a long thirty minutes to keep the beskar-armored Mandos at bay.

 

[Runi Kuryida]

Runi was compelled to regard the Lord-Regent himself, of course, in the wake of her guarantee to the Death Mask that seemed geared up to respond without the Emperor's command. While the granite nature of her features did not instantly melt, some of the tension in her body eased. She was prepared to believe the man for the time being that the Empire eschewed collateral damage as he called it.

Unexpectedly, the man also invited himself to stay despite recent events.

While Erskine and Braxton continued their act of social familarity, the Grand Moff Korvan seemed more troubled by recent events -- perhaps her own in particular. Her hazel eyes slowly slid in the man's direction. What he had to say regarding the quality of his men didn't warrant a response from her, however. This was not a contest. Her statement had been delivered clearly and concisely. What they chose to do with it was on them. Runi was not prone to making hollow threats -- nay, she was not prone to making threats at all.

Despite Volo's concerns about the Shaman's disposition, she was in truth satisfied that both parties were trying to reconcile and de-escalate the situation. Volo's own words were contributing to that in biding everyone to take their seats, as had Korvan's suggestion to disarm the delegations. Much as one could claim a room with a Force User was disarmed, but Runi was not prone to flailing the powers of the Manda about frivolously even in battle.

Runi did lower herself back down into her seat to leave the on-going matters of diplomacy to the representatives present once more. So long as the proverbial referee was not needed to keep the fighting outside of the negotiating chamber, there was little need for her to lord over those present. Not even Volo's remarks to the Warmaster or his response required her intervention.

When the Warmaster called for a medic, however, the feather-cloaked woman slowly rose to her feet and nodded in Romul Saxon 's direction. With that, she drifted off to the side to begin tending to those that had been afflicted during the blessedly brief skirmish. Some gauze and bandaging emerged from a concealed pocket for wounds that were not life threatening. The Mandokarla did pride itself on being able to survive without the luxuries of modern civilization; they did not forego it entirely, but the skills of using one's own hand or the resources of the land were of interest to them. She would tend to the wounds until bacta or whatever other salve could be provided by medical staff.

In the midst of her treatments, the Shaman did spare a look over a shoulder back at Korvan and Romul when the Grand Moff seemed inclined to use recent events to his political advantage. Thus the reason she did not like politics. Opportunism was an affliction of those that waded in that pool too often. Not righteousness or the good of the whole, but the ability to turn disaster into benefit with a few 'choice' words. If Romul or others thought the Shaman would rather bandy words than fight they were only half right. She preferred doing whatever was needed for the greatest good and the Mandalorian people. Whether Romul and Volo decided to accept or reject the proposal of non-aggression there would be no outburst from Runi on their decision.

Romul Saxon | Braxton Holst | Vren Rook | Volo Dragr
Marcus Bastion | Ignacious Korvan | Kanollic II Vethres | DECEASED Erskine Barran | Adera Vellas | Siyndacha Aerin | Zorah Fel | Jorus Fel

 

[Hal Vaiken]

501st LEGION
IMPERIAL SPECIAL FORCES
SCAR SQUADRON
Allies: Leandra Brax Aisling Dvale CS-4444 Madlyn Sol
Enemies: Minerva Fhirdiad Zlova Rue Mac O Shenanigans

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In the tight-knit quarters of a vessel, any exchange of fire was brutal. The smaller the vessel the worse it was. Without much cover to use, a stormtrooper was taught to rely less so on his armor and energy shield but on the skill that defined him -- a shock trooper made to break enemy lines and conquer their positions.

There was only one way for a stormtrooper to go.

Forward, only forward.

Blaster bolts tore through durasteel tiles and plates and wirings were cut loose further damaging the ship and producing unforeseen consequences for everyone. A red bolt caught a dead trooper's ammo pouch sparking an explosion that took both a charging stormtrooper and his Mandalorian counterpart into a blazing death. The SCAR commander nearly missed the order funneled down through the chain of command -- all units were to immediately cease fire. At the first sight of a similiar order running through the Mandalorian lines, Sarge's words were boom through the comms:

:: CEASE FIRE! TO ALL IMPERIAL CALLSIGNS -- CEASE FIRE! REPEAT--CEASE FIRE! ::

He waved his hand in the air signaling his order through a gesture, while his gun remained pointed in the direction of the Mandalorians. As the blaster fire abated, replaced by the sporadic explosions of the quickly capsizing ship resounding somewhere from the bow.

"Mandalorians! You're on an Imperial ship -- lower your weapons and stand down!" Hal called out through the vocoder of his helmet before switching to comms to CS-4444 , :: Keep your eyes and aims trained on the Mandos, Sergeant. :: a moment later an explosion from above forced him to instinctively half-duck and glance behind to a large piece of the hangar's roof collapsing right in front of the force field largely obstructing the conventional entry and exit point of the frigate.

:: Captain, this is Commander Vaiken. The Redeemer's hangar is... barely operational. We're going to need the Harkenfang to extract us. Please advice. :: he sent a transmission to Captain Leandra Brax , realizing a moment later that drawing the Harkfengang near the Redemeer given its critical state was a large risk for the Captain's ship. Tsk, he grimaced before opening a line to the survivors of the frigate's crew, :: Redemeer Crew, this is Commander Vaiken -- we need another way out than the hangar. Any airlocks, vents or minor supply docks? Any other point of exfil? :: ​

 

[CS-4444]

Hal Vaiken Aisling Dvale Leandra Brax Minerva Fhirdiad Mac O Shenanigans Zlova Rue Madlyn Sol

The counter on CS-4444's HUD let him know thirteen minutes had passed. Some minor engagements with Mandalorian skirmishers had injured two of his men, but thankfully his Corporal Madlyn Sol , had done a great job patching them up the best she could considering their situation and limited supplies. Now engaging another Mandalorian party, his rotary cannon roared as it spitted out a huge volume of plasma shots. A moment of hesitation from the Mandalorian fighters led him to believe that they were faltering, breaking finally. The next moment, his helmet's optical and hearing sensors were momentarily fried as a flashbang went off next to him. He stopped firing, trying to avoid friendly fire, and dodged into whatever meager cover he could manage. Effectively blind and deaf while his helmet's systems rebooted, he stared into his dead HUD. The ground shook with an explosion close by. "WORK YOU FETHING THING" he screamed within his blind durasteel shell. He hoped his squad was out of the explosion range. They were already three men down. Three good men.

System restart complete. All systems online.

>>"...PERIAL CALLSIGNS -- CEASE FIRE! REPEAT--CEASE FIRE!"<< Commander Hal Vaiken 's voice through his reactivating comlink hit him like thunder. He looked around him to see the two sides staring at each other, weapons raised. "What the feth is going on?" he thought to himself. He gripped his Z-6 tighter for whatever comfort and familiarity the cold death machine could offer him. It worked somewhat, surprisingly.

>>"Keep your eyes and aims trained on the Mandos, Sergeant."<<

>>"Full copy, Commander"<<
He switched to his squad channel. >>"Stay alert, everyone. Corporal Sol, see if there's anything that can be done for our injured"<<

Like he needed to tell them. Everyone was clearly on edge. A wrong twitch, and the two sides would break into another firefight.

Almost lost in his thoughts, he was violently brought back to reality by part of the hangar collapsing on itself. Their way out was cut off, and that meant problems.

>>"SOL, TAKE SOMEONE AND MAKE SOME STRETCHERS, WE NEED TO GET OUR INJURED TO SAFETY"<<

Although not currently getting fired upon, the situation was definitely going to shit. They needed to leave this wreck, and to do it as quickly as possible.​

 

[Leandra Brax]

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Post Count: Seven
Tags: Hal Vaiken CS-4444 Aisling Dvale Jaida Tess

The shooting had finally stopped, though it felt a little too late for that. With a barely audible groan of pain, Leandra pushed herself away from the still smoking ruin of the communication terminal. It gave a final few sparks before it died out completely, and she waved her good hand through the air as smoke wafted up. The order to cease fire had come through the communication system just seconds before, but already, the illuminating tracer fire of turbolaser shots had vanished from the dark void of space. Turning away from the station, Leandra glanced around the bridge, assessing the damage for the tenth time in just as many minutes.

Mandalorian saboteurs had briefly taken control of the Harkenfang shields, and in the split second it had taken the crew to rest control back, a glancing turbolaser shot had hit the bridge. Dozens of terminals had been destroyed, showering their crew with debris. Their bodies lay where they had fallen, and crewmen worked to try and repair their stations. A large hole had been torn in one section of the bridge, exposing them all to space. It had gotten hard to breath for several moments before emergency forcefields had sealed off the breach. She had watched two crewmen sucked out that opening before then. Most of her bridge crew sported injuries of one form or another, but they had stood at their posts. Leandra herself had not been spared injury.

A shard of transparisteel had been blown free when the bridge briefly decompressed, and found itself in Leandra's right arm. It had cut a several inches long gash from just above her wrist to her shoulder before getting stuck there. A combat stim lay nearby where Leandra had discarded it after slamming it into her shoulder, dulling the pain while the shard had been removed. She refused further treatment, only taking another stim from the ship medic, before returning to her duties. Her right arm hung by her side, useless, and she did her best to ignore it.

"Captain, the Redeemer is going down. The Mandalorians caused extensive damage and Commander Vaiken is ordering a full evacuation, but their hangar bay is out of commission, and ours..." The crewmen did not need to finish his statement. Leandra knew what he had meant to say. The hangar of the Harkenfang was still infested with Mandalorians. She had to resist the urge to order the stormtrooper detachment onboard to wipe out the remnants of the boarding parties. Resist the urge to simply vent the worthless, butchering scum into the dark void of space. Their armor would keep them alive for some time, and she relished the thought of the slow, agonized death they would experience. It was so tempting she found herself about to issue the order to do so, when another communication from Commander Vaiken came through the auxiliary communication station.

"Helm, adjust our heading to match..." Leandra's words trailed off as she glanced towards the command station, and saw two deck hands pulling the body of the Harkenfang's primary pilot away. Letting out a strained, frustrated sound deep within her throat, Leandra stalked across the bridge and shoved her way to the command console. With one hand, she began to input the controls to carry out the order she had been about to give, while turning slightly to issue other orders.

"Lock on to the Redeemer with primary and secondary tractor beam emitters. Hold it in place and stabilize it. Lieutenant Miranda, send all available medical personnel to the starboard docking tube." As she was speaking, the Harkenfang was beginning to turn, moving from its 'flat' position to a ninety degree orientation from its original place. It came parallel with the smaller frigate, and Leandra began the careful, risky dance of maneuvering the two ships together while only able to control one of them, and having to rely entirely on instinct and gut feelings to keep the ships from colliding into each other. The process was made far more difficult by the fact Leandra had but one arm to do it with, but both the helmsman and back up helmsman were dead. No matter the risk, Leandra would make the operation succeed. Some of her crew was onboard the frigate, and she would be bringing them home.

The docking tube from the Harkenfang began to extend outward as the tractor beams locked on to the frigate. With careful, last second adjustments, Leandra was able to bring the two Imperial ships within meters of one another. Sweat dripped down Leandra's face as she turned towards one of her officers. "Get word to Commander Vaiken that the Harkenfang is in position to dock with the Redeemer, but we need someone on the other side to activate the magnetic clamps to lock us together. Once we are together, he has five minutes to get everyone off that frigate before we disengage."

Glancing out through the transparisteel section that was still intact, Leandra began to issue other orders. "Get word to Flight Leader Tess. I want her to vector one of her fighters to the position those unknown Imperial craft came from. See if they can't secure any debris that might be able to identify who they were, and get it back to the Harkenfang for examination." One of the crewmen, looking over the communication officers shoulder as he issued his Captains orders spoke up.

"Would you like me to have those orders put into the official log Captain?"

Leandra did not look up as she spoke, before falling silent and focusing on the myriad of tasks ahead of her.

"No."

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[Madlyn Sol]

ABOARD THE NIV REDEEMER w/ CS-4444 IN HANGAR
RESCUE MISSION FOR THE RESCUERS
ALLIES: Hal Vaiken | Aisling Dvale | Castor E-196 | Leandra Brax
ENEMIES: Minerva Fhirdiad | Mac O Shenanigans | Zlova Rue

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Mads made her way from one injured stormtrooper to another, some more daring escapades to get to them as the squad had come under fire by the Mandalorians who welcomed them in the hangar bay.

The wounds were mostly minor to moderate blaster burns treated with a bacta patch, stimshot, and pain med. One trooper though had gotten hit by a projectile from a slugthrower and was in dire straits having taken the hit in the exposed spot between armor plates on this thorax.

When the flashbang went off followed by another round of enemy fire, the combat medic instinctively covered the vulnerable trooper with her own body; feeling something ricochet off the posterior side of her shoulder pauldron but there was no pain per se so it was just ignored and she carried on.

>>"...CEASE FIRE! REPEAT--CEASE FIRE!"<< came the order from Hal Vaiken , the commanding officer in charge of the rescue.

A little late, thank you very much... Madlyn mused after shaking the cobwebs out of her brain post-blast.

>>"Stay alert, everyone. Corporal Sol, see if there's anything that can be done for our injured"<<

>>"Copy that,"<< Madlyn responded simply to CS-4444 as she was already in mid-action and trying to stabilize her severely wounded squadmate, then the worst case happened... The damaged hangar roof collapsed down blocking the rescuers' way to exfil.

Mads bit her lip to keep a snark other than a curse from being verbalized in her frustration at the scenario. I mean, why the hell send them in the first place to rescue those on a ship already destined to expire? Were the lives spent for the few worth it?

>>"SOL, TAKE SOMEONE AND MAKE SOME STRETCHERS, WE NEED TO GET OUR INJURED TO SAFETY"<<

The young Besani pushed her disgruntled personal musings away and reverted to doing the ordered task at hand without further thought other than duty.

>>"On it!"<<

Before leaving Epsilon Eight's side having done all she could at this point for him, Madlyn squeezed the young man's gloved hand in an encouraging manner. <<"We're getting you out of here, Arty. Hang in there, buddy. Be right back with your ride.">>

Mads motioned to another trooper nearby and they quickly broke down hanger crates, using the long side panels for mag-shift stretchers, thankfully most of their injured were walking wounded.

>>"Sarge, Sol... Ready to move out with wounded on your mark."<<

 

[Balt Vizsla]

BALT WAR
OBJECTIVE : STAND OFF
GEAR : ENCL-12 Repentance | Mandalorian Cuirass
ALLIES : Vemric Keldra | Verin Oldo | Zlova Rue | Tae'l Vizsla | Venari Krayt | Minerva Fhirdiad | The Enclave
HOSTILES : Ignacious Korvan | Velran Kilran | Leandra Brax | Aisling Dvale | Jaida Tess | Mattali Omenza | Hal Vaiken | Castor E-196 | The Empire
FORMATION :

Spoiler

UES Adate'aden -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Beskaryc'bavar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Ca'galaar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tuur'galaar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Ne'ta'kal -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Prudii'kal -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tra'orar -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Parjai'tracyn -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

UES Tal'aka -

• Shields : 100%
• Hull : 100%

- - - - -

Three ceasefire orders, and most Enclave ships had waited for the third. A damn shame it was that so many were happier to exact death than they were to be yelled at by their superior officer. From the moment the Karjr Guildmaster first called for a ceasefire, Balt had exacted the order across his entire formation. There wasn't a weapon firing by the time Keldra finally relayed the order.

He could empathise with the man for being complacent, old as he was, but only to an extent. If such uncaring brutality was the nature of Enclave Naval Deployments, then you may as well call the Vizsla Tyatr'alor a deserter now.

Not a moment later, one of his crewmen spoke up about the state of the NIV Redeemer and the NIV Harkenfang. Neither in splendid shape, which was no good for their people aboard. He gestured to his comms officer to start a transmission.

"All channels, crewman. I want the Empire to hear me as well."

"This is Tyatr'alor Balt Vizsla of the Enclave direct to Imperial Vessels Harkenfang and Redeemer, I'm currently dispatching fourteen squadrons of shuttles on humanitarian objectives. While Enclave personnel are our priority, it is my wish to relieve the strain placed on the Harkenfang."

"Shuttles will be equipped with excess medical supplies, Imperial Personnel are encouraged to take what they need."

The silence that followed was anxious, to say the least. He only hoped the Empire would overcome its pride, and accept his aid.​

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[Aisling Dvale]

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OBJECTIVE III - STANDOFF
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
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Ship: The Redeemer (frigate)
Allies: Leandra Brax Ignacious Korvan Hal Vaiken Castor E-196 Madlyn Sol
Foes: Minerva Fhirdiad Mac O Shenanigans Zlova Rue Vemric Keldra

The red violet lightsaber was the last thing Aisling wanted to see. To her credit, she stood her ground and kept firing on the boarding party. A foolish stubborness perhaps, but she'd be damned before she accepted death without a fight. Their numbers were thinning rapidly, the ship felt like it could blow at any moment… With so many things poised to kill you at any moment, there was little to do but open fire and aim for the red thing. «No quarter! Don't give them an inch-ah!» the sudden flash of white, the telltale sign a flashbang had been thrown their way overwhelmed her view…

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Moments before on the bridge

…The Reedemer was my first command. My first command! Lieutenant Commander Dar Syrus was spirling, and had been for a while. An unknown Imperial element had opened fire, and since then all hell had broken lose. His Redeemer had taken the brunt of it. «It's not my fault! Not. My. Fault» If not for his black leather gloves, his nails would've drawn blood from his palms.

«Shoot them! Shoot them all! Get me a firing solution on-» the ship shook, and Syrus fell. Lights had gone, replaced the red glow from reserve lights that powered up shortly after. He rose to see death all around him. Consols had shortened out, he could even see electrical flickers and sparks visible on some.

«It's gone… It's all gone» The view in front of him grew hazy. «Captain? Orders?» A voice came from the side but he paid it no mind. «It's not my fault» he felt so angry that tears began forming from the corners of his eyes. «Why us? Where's the Harkenfang? Why aren't they saving us?» «C-captain…»

«I was destined for greatness» Syrus continued ignoring the man to his side. The junior officer had almost given up trying to get through to his commander when finally Syrus seemed to calm his breathing. He stopped shaking, and wiped the tears with the back of his glove. «Long live the Empire. Die well» he lifted his pistol and pulled the trigger in one fluid motion. The lieutenant commander fell, dead, having issued his final order.

Smoke still rising from the barrel of the pistol, new orders echoed across the bridge: all ships loyal to the Empire are to stand down. Cease fire on the Enclave. Prepare to engage rogue Imperial elements.
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Aisling half expected falling victim to the flash bang would be the final maneuver before they got taken out. Yet the Mandos weren't firing on them… No one were firing in fact. Her orders came moments later than the Enclave's, but they came all the same. Stand down. Cease fire.

«Drop your weapons» Aisling was quick to her feet again, pointing her blaster at the Mandalorian and their Sith ally. «You're on an Imperial ship, and you will comply with Imperial decree»

:: Redemeer Crew, this is Commander Vaiken -- we need another way out than the hangar. Any airlocks, vents or minor supply docks? Any other point of exfil? ::

Aisling waited, keep her gun trained on the Mandalorians. No answer came to Hal's comm. She gave a sideways look to a man beside her, who merely shrugged in return. She decided in that moment. «Take over here» She told him, and started walking back where she'd come from. «Commander Vaiken, this is Ensign Dvale of the Redeemer.» highly irregular, perhaps, but no one else seemed to pick up the Commander's call.

«There are some airlocks we could use, towards the rear of the ship, starboard side. I can meet you there»

Aisling was halfway there when the next order came in, belaying that. Due to the Harkenfang's maneuvering, they now needed the Redeemer to activate its magnetic clamps for the next stage.The ship being in the state that it was and the comms on the Redeemer's end being quiet, Aisling once more stepped up «This is Ensign Dvale again. I am nearby» She needed about two minutes to get there. «I will have the magnetic clamps activated in one minute.» The Empire valued efficiency. Aisling transformed her powerwalk into a sprint. She would get it done.
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[Jaida Tess]

181st TIE FIGHTER WING | Red Devil Squadron
Assigned to the NIV Harkenfang | Space bound
Red Devil Leader/One | TIE/D Defender Elite
Allies: Empire Fleet Leandra Brax | Aisling Dvale | Ignacious Korvan
Enemies: Enclave Fleet Vemric Keldra | Balt Vizsla
Rogue Imperial Fleet TBD

Jaida's Theme #1
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Unfortunately by the time the 181st Red Devils were launched, the first Mandalorian boarding pods had already found their targets. Nevertheless, things could have been much worse if the elite TIE fighter squadron had not destroyed the majority of the rest sent. Still, the damage was done and now an emergent rescue mission was being undertaken by the Stormtrooper units of the Harkenfang to save those souls on the ill-fated Redeemer.

Ironically though, the rescuers now needed rescuing it seemed. How pathetic of a situation, but not Captain Tess' immediate concern. The Rogue Imperial Fleet was still out there, unknown what their true intentions were and if they would keep to the cease-fire agreed upon by the Empire and the Enclave.

When the Valiant-class Star Destroyer began to move towards the frigate, engaging its tractor beams and extending a docking tube, Jaida understood what Captain Brax was trying to do. The boldest move but a very risky one.

Red Devil One was just about to order her squadron to provide a protective screen while the rescue maneuver was being performed when a private communication came in for her ears only.

<< "Red Devil Leader, this is Harkenfang Control. You are to vector one of your fighters to the position of those unknown Imperial vessels. See if they can't secure any debris or other surveillance that might be able to identify who they are, and return for examination of the data ASAP." >>

<< "Roger that. Understand the nature of the mission. I will go myself," >> the Flight Captain replied back ending the unlogged communique, then toggled back over to the squadron's channel just in time to hear the Enclave's offer of aid assistance with shuttles being sent.

>>Devil Two, you have command. Set up a CAP around the Harkenfang and Redeemer protecting the docking tube. Mark the inbound Mando shuttles as friendly, but do not let your guard down." <<

With that order given, the Dosuuni veered her TIE Defender Elite away from her squadron and vectored towards the Rogue Imperial Fleet's location. On approach, she activated the advanced, high grain, long-range sensor package and began her recon mission.