B'arrrr, Leia - Republic Dominion of Borleias

[Kana Truden]

Borleias.

A world Kana did not really know much about but just like many other places it was one of the planets under the Republic that had been hit. She hadn’t been there herself, obviously, but there were still a few things of note in the dossier that had been handed to her and everyone else that was to partake in this relief campaign.

First off a known band of pirates had taken up shop in one of the old military bases. An old imperial base that had still very much been in use before a majority of all stationed men disappeared. The emergency transmission was garbled at best and the Republic has raised the flag. They needed help and they needed it sooner rather than later.

Down on the ground the men were all cheering. Happily descending into drunken stupors and petty arguments as their watch shifts ended. The local populace had learned to avoid the base by now and those who didn't were free to join the dead just like the few before them.

These men had terrorized the people enough and your instructions were clear on this.

First of you needed to work together in space to rid the pirates harassing the planet. Nothing serious, but they will certainly prove a nuisance.

At the same time you needed to reclaim the imperial base from said pirates.

Finally there was a severe need for repairs on the old planetary defenses. Primarily a set of ion cannons that can be used to help against the ships in orbit.

The Republic has faith in you and believes you can do this. Do not let them down.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Life had become complicated recently. There was a constant need of the Republic fleets to be everywhere at once, or so it seemed. Without hesitation, Kayleigh grabbed her gear and headed for the next assignment. The Republic was moving quickly to secure high priority targets after the galaxy was torn asunder by the cataclysm of recent events. The Caledonia had barely enough time to refit and refuel before the orders were given to depart Onderon once more.

Intelligence reports returned information that a small fleet of pirates had blockaded the planet of Borleias and were looting planetary resources in the wake of the crisis. Kayleigh issued a call to mobilize the fleets to meet at the edge of secured Republic space, to make the jump toward Borleias as a single, massive fleet. Pirates were nothing new, but they were certainly unpredictable, and the young admiral was interested in wasting no time, or Republic resources performing a long, drawn out tango with these bandits if it could be squashed sooner rather than later.

And so the Caledonia waited with its fleet shoring up in two rear lines behind the capital ship. cruisers just behind, with the frigates holding up the rear. She expected it wouldn't take long for the other fleets to mobilize and meet at the rally point.

 

[Orick T'ane]

Another run he was making for the Republic.

Why was he so stupid, sure they paid like they had said, and sure they were actually making the galaxy a better place, but why did he keep sticking his neck out for them. He wasn't officially a member of the Republic military, at least not anymore. Hell his ship didn't even have any weapons or armaments, yet here he was jumping into another planetary assault with vanguard forces. Once again carrying mission essential equipment. This time it was weapons components and spare parts. The Aimless Ranger, bucked again as tried to keep her in formation behind the fleet being deployed. No sense in geting shot out of the sky when there were perfectly good miliraty targets in front of him.

Settling into his chair, he toggled his comms, hoping that the higher ups were listening, " Fleet command, Aimless Ranger here, i have the parts and components for the ion cannons in the hold. I'm gonna sit back here and watch the fireworks, let me know when you need me."

He sat back in his chair and propped his feet up, this was the worst part. He was at the mercy of their guns to keep him safe. He really did need to negotiate a better deal, maybe the pub's had a spare gunboat or light frigate they could afford to part with. At least that way he could hope to get planet side alive. He pulled out a dried piece of bantha jerky and wondered if this place had an operating cantina.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"][member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Svarin Noimare]

Another day another credit. Or planetary dominion. Either works, really. It was still the same, chaotic day that Svarin had slowly adjusted to. Her roommate was gone. Her classmates were gone. Even the nice lady who she helped out in the gardens was gone. The plants on Ossus were going to get overgrown! They would run free, rushing through everything, taking up space meant for others! The ecosystem would become imbalanced! Alas, that was the least of her concerns. Things far worse were happening all over the galaxy. Perhaps even in other ones... other universes... maybe even in other dimensions. Just the thought of that sent a shiver down the Echani's spine!

A lone soldier next to her noticed. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that things would be fine. But she neither heard nor responded. For her mind was to focused on keeping herself somewhat calm. Pressure was a horrid thing. Too many good people had fallen to it... Rin took a deep breath as the shuttle shuddered. They were on their way to the pirate-infested base- or at least a nearby zone. Though so many citizens were dead or gone... it was the Republic's duty to keep what remained safe. Somehow. Restoring order was a priority. Only when everyone was safe could they focus on getting the others back.

If they could.

Svarin Wolfbane was nearly thrown to the ground by another tremor. The ship had taken a hit...

[member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Orick T'ane"]​

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Time was of the essence to the Chief of Senate. Worlds were falling, and the Republic needed to aid in the reconstruction and rehabilitation of those that had lost their ties with the rummaging factions. Word of Balmorra's occupation by Sith forces was disheartening, and, for the first time in a long time, Lasedri was beginning to feel the effects of panic.

She was a year shy of thirty, and the galaxy seemed no better off than the day she had established the Rebel Alliance. Were her wars worth fighting? Her attitude about things had changed marginally over the past few years. She was softer on some things now, yet much more of a shrew when it came to other things. This was beginning to feel like her Republic, but it was unstable as it was. It needed to be rehabilitated just as much as the worlds they were rescuing.

Intangible had seen a lot of action lately, and Geneviève thought it might be wise to switch things up; give her ship a rest and keep it from becoming a common site for people to look out for. So she arrived in a rustbucket of a freighter--one that reminded her of her cousin's.

Maybe her cousin had gone the right route. Maybe her cousin was living real life. Or maybe Gen was just stressed.

Another day scurrying about the Core Worlds for the 'important' people meant another day without rest. Her hands shook as she placed her signature white sunhat on her crown once more and stepped off the old Corellian transport. People wanted a symbol before they committed to a nation. But she was feeling weary. Hold it together.

Was this the only way to rally the people? What did she need? Was it more power?

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Another day, another engagement. The Admiral was tired, but he pressed on, knowing it was vital to do so.
On this occasion he had substituted the Destiny and the Righteous for ships more useful for ridding the galaxy of pirates and imposing a blockade. Those ships would be resting, repairing and refitting for the next campaign.
To this end he was commanding in person a Justicar Command Carrier, the Star of Alderaan, with its massed banks of attack craft launch bays. Also in his arsenal was several Metellos class carrier frigates, Azalus flak frigates, some Redoubt cruisers and a rare Nudcha Heavy Cruiser, the Bright Nova.

To this end, as he arrived he had put out the message to Admiral Tyven to form on him as he attempted to drive through and allow Republic and Jedi forces to land on the planet.
“All ships, engage the pirates, but ensure you don’t get lured into ambushes. Stay tight with your wingmen. Watch for enemy reinforcements.”

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Sanya dropped out of hyper space right next to the Destiny. firefights had already broke out in space trying to drive the criminals out. skimming close to the Hull of the ship Sanya opened up a Cimabue channel to the admiral "this is Sanya Val Lerium with the Jedi order, what's your commands sir?"

the Inqusition was not the fastest but it could out gun the pirates star ship. as her ship reached the nose of the destiny she continued towards the firefights. other republic ships got into a formation to the left, she moved her ship behind the arrow that there ships made to provide strength and cover for them. it only took minutes before they had reached the center of the battle. by this point the formation broke into pairs to intercept the pirates ship.

she moved her ship into a hard right to tag one of the pirates, their ship may have been faster but the flying was sloppy like an amateur. the ship had been locked in her sights before it had gained to much distance, she fired a long volley of shots. the first few had mist but the others hit there mark sending the ship into a spiral and exploding.

[member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] Ξ [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] Ξ [member="Svarin Wolfbane"] Ξ [member="Orick T'ane"] Ξ [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] Ξ [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

Orick watched with amused interest, the pirates were putting up a good fight but they were getting pounded. Republic forces were just too well trained in situations like to for a band of pirates to do much damage. maybe if they had a capital ship of two they would stand a chance, but snub fighters and a gun ship or two were just more meat for the grinders. He checked his sensors again, making sure he was still where he was supposed to be, The Ranger was a flying bantha at the best of times, he didn't need to become anymore of a laser magnet. He noticed something odd and he check the sensors again. You, the pirates were trying to flank with a few bombers. Interesting.

" Admiral, you've got two flights of bombers coming up on the starboard. " He said as he moved The Ranger up and into a blocking position, hoping to keep them from finding an opening on the flank of the formation. He really hoped that someone noticed something was wrong.

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Kana Truden"]

 

[Kyrana Gould]

[member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]

And so to battle they went. The pirates had sprouted here, like so many places, in the wake of the chaos and disorder. The disaffected, the lawless, the under-employed, all of these had tried to take advantage of the chaos.
Now they would be punished.

To their credit, the pirates did not stand around thinking about things for long. Seeing multiple capital ships, a half dozen escorts and hundreds of attack craft bearing down was enough to make one pause. For the pirates especially with their very limited heavy firepower, they had little chance of standing long.

Yet, when the time came, they were unable to fully get away, and the battle begun.

It was an odd sort of battle. Fighters clashed, bombers strafed, ships fire at each other, but it was always done in a somewhat tentative manner. Neither side wanted to fight to the death, yet was doing so simply because the other side was not yielding.

Frowning, the Admiral put out a message to his ships. “Press the attack. If they do not surrender then destroy them!”

They had pushed their ships and men hard in this campaign to emerge from the chaos, but more was needed. They could not rest, not yet.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Hyperspace was the most boring part of space travel to Kayleigh. It was uneventful, redundant, and simply made her anxious to reach the destination each and every time. The young admiral had received the instruction by [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] and had plotted her coordinates to drop in within a few hundred meters behind his advancing fleet. "Ma'am, the battle has already begun. Admiral Stahlmann has already engaged the pirates blockading Borleias and are in the process of breaking through."

Kayleigh sat down in the captain's chair, crossing her left leg over the right as she habitually bit the lower half of her lip. "Looks like I am late to the show this time. Let's hope he leaves some stragglers for us to clean up."

The fleet dropped in beside and slightly behind the Star of Alderann, which was under Stahlmann's command on this day. Observing the current layout of the battlefield as it was now, Kayleigh watched momentarily as the pirates recalculated their movements, now that an entire second Republic fleet had joined the fray. Things would look grim for them from this point on.

"Lieutenant, scramble our fighters. Order them to fall in with Stahlmann's fighters and engage the enemy. Bank the Caledonia 45 degree and provide cover fire with all guns. Order four of our cruisers to advance on our flanks, pitch 30 degrees to protect from advancing bombers, and fire all available guns on the pirate fleet."

[member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] |

 

[Long Gone]

An Aegis Class Heavy Dropship would depart one of the capital class vessels within the fleet - a Stealth variant no less.

Upon this vessel would be a contingent of troops, including November Sinclair. She wouldn't be leading anyone down to the Imperial Base to rid it of pirates - no - she was just hitching a ride herself. She enjoyed these sort of fights, base cleanings and such. It allowed her to truly be herself without having any type of moral accountability. Non-uniformed thugs barely had any accountability when it came to their own actions, so she allowed herself the pleasure of not having the same. She'd pull a small sharpening stone from her breast utility pocket, and then the knife from her left inner thigh and begin to sharpen it. With each flick - sparks would fly - just tiny ones. With each stroke and set of sparks - a creepy noise would emit from the blade, some called it the cries of the ghosts who had befallen the blade, November just said it's the normal noise it made when you sharpened it.

It made for an interesting tale to say the least.

[member="Kayleigh Tyven"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] | [member="Orick T'ane"] | [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] | [member="Kana Truden"]

Spoiler

OOC - Feel free to hop in the ship!

 

[Sabena Shai]

On board a gunship, Sabena and plenty of other Republic personnel rushed toward the pirate base planetside. They sortied as soon as possible once ships exited Hyperspace above Borleias. A small army flew toward the objective. Sabena followed a group of Jedi Knights in this engagement. This would have been the first open battle she would participate in - the rest of the battles she was in were small skirmishes that were a small part of the big picture.

In this fight against the pirates, she was a part of the vanguard after having proven her combat prowess on other planets that the Republic recently attempted to secure. Each engagement made her stronger than before as she learned via experience. The lack of heavily using the Force also made Sabena relied on her own physical abilities more than she was used to - thus rounding off a weakness that had plagued her for a long time.

The vanguard Sabena was in would allow for those taking the stealthy approach - such as [member="November Sinclair"] - to make their insertion onto the site and achieve their objectives. Sabena would arrive in a few minutes.

 

[Svarin Noimare]

Panic.
The ship was shaking, alarms blaring within, the pilot doing her best to regain control of the vessel. One of the few soldiers inside starting hyperventilating. Rin could only hold onto the railing as she watched the woman flail. They had spoken earlier. Of what had vanished. And of what had been left behind... What had her name been?...

"Silvia... you'll be okay. I'm here. Just breathe. For little Eridan." It hurt to speak. Talking wasn't something the Echani did- not often, at least. But she broke her silence for the warrior besides her. The one who had just returned from maternity leave. Her child had disappeared along with half of the galaxy. But promises had already been made. When their duties were over, Rin and Sil were going to find him, one way or another.

"We're going to die..." One last tremor shook them before it stopped. Previously dim red lights switched back to normal, changing the atmosphere completely. It took a few moments for the relief to set it. When it did almost everyone present let out a sigh, the two women included. "T-Thank you... We'll make it. We're going to make it!"

Svarin cracked a smile, trying to ignore the hideous doubt gnawing at her stomach.

 

[Kyrana Gould]

“Sir, Admiral Tyven has arrived on our six.”
“Excellent, she can have control of that flank.” He reached for the communicator. “Nice to see you again, Admiral. These pirates haven’t got much of a stomach for a real fight. If they want to run away, let them go…we need to secure the planet and prevent blockade runners and raiders.”

The pirates were not stupid. Already jittery, the appearance of a new Destroyer, more escorts and more squadrons of attack craft made up their minds. No way were they going to try and fight that! There were easier pickings elsewhere.

“Enemy ships breaking contact and heading for hyperspace jump range.”
“Push them, make sure they really do leave, then assume blockade stations over the planet.” the Admiral ordered.

 

[Svarin Noimare]

"We're approaching the landing zone now. ETA five minutes. Prep for exit."
Unsurprisingly the announcement came with mixed reactions. A few people checked their weapons one last time. Others shuffled their feet awkwardly or simply stared at the door, waiting for it to open. Someone could be heard praying quietly. It was, quite definitely, impossible to tell who. But the person seemed to be going full out in their efforts. Half of the names they said were ones that neither Svarin or Silvia recognized. Hopefully at least one would hear... and give a sheb about them. They were going to need divine assistance- or luck. This was a small group, one that, perhaps, shouldn't be going in towards the start. Originally the unit had been full of semi-elite operatives. That was good. But after the disappearances... most of them had vanished in an instant.

Seemingly random soldiers had been pulled in to fill as many gaps as they could. Rin was the only Jedi in that particular shuttle... and she was a recent addition to the order. A Padawan, at that. Either they had a lot of faith in her swordsmanship or they were desperate... or both. At least Domino had given her some combat training before releasing her. It would (hopefully) be enough to keep her alive.
Hopefully.

 

[Kana Truden]

A stealth ship. In a sense it felt rather ironic, or perhaps coincidental that Kana ofall people would be aboard one. [member="Kian Karr"] of all people could speak for her aptitude for stealth. Well, clearly aptitude would be an overstatement or exaggeration. In fact it could quite possibly be an outright lie.

Kana had never been one for stealth. Battle was made in the open and with honor. Perhaps such things were out of fashion. It seemed like these days it was all about out who had the best gear. Perhaps that was why she saw eye-to-eye with the few she had actually done battle with. They had been honorable enough to at least show themselves to her level.

But this wasn’t about remembering the past, it was about thinking of the future.

Borleias needed help and Kana was there to provide. Not alone though, the presence of [member="November Sinclair"] was welcomed. If instinct was to be trusted over the force -- as it had come to be so many time lately -- things were about to get dirty.

[member="Svarin Wolfbane"] [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Sabena Shai"] [member="Kayleigh Tyven"] [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Sanya Val Lerium"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

 

[Corvus Raaf]

The problem with military bases - as a rule - was that they were full of...well...military. And well defended. But that was second on her 'to-do' list. Firstly she had to get to it and that involved avoiding or - quite frankly - destroying the pirates that felt it appropriate to bar her way.

In her J-1 Light Interceptor she'd left the fleet and headed towards the surface of the planet. It was not a ship designed with stealth in mind but it had a GN-40 Twin Blaster Cannon - which she'd used to good effect. Three times now. And as she rounded a small cluster of asteroids, her sensors told her that two more pirates had decided to use them as cover.

So she kicked in the boosters and banked hard left. They followed as expected and as they closed she hit the reverse thruster and quite literally stopped in mid-space. With her Jedi reflexes added to her training as a pilot, she had caught them napping. So she opened up the cannons again, targeting the one on the left. "Sorry..." she offered as it exploded in a ball of flame. "Nothing personal." And she turned her attention on the other, who was not engaged in quite sophisticated evasive manoeuvres.

 

[Kian Karr]

Kian's J-1 Interceptor, lovingly named Dorin's Hope, speed forward trying to catch up to Corvus's J-1. He had arrived late to the show, not something he usually did, and now he was eager to catch up and aid in the recover of the military base.

"Nice shooting," Kian said over the comm system, "for a kid." He added with a wicked, mischievous smile and closed in on the second enemy pilot. When Kian had come to the Jedi Order he had little knowledge of piloting, let alone dog-fighting. But over the years and the wars, he had learned both through training and through the necessity of survival. He wouldn't win any awards for his piloting, but he could hold his own. Throw in his abilities with the force, and he had an edge over most non-force sensitive pilots.

Kian locked in on the engines of the enemy fighter and pulled the trigger on the stick firing the cannons. The fighter erupted in a ball of fire and Kian pulled up to avoid the debris, coming back down alongside Corvus. Kian felt the same tinge of guilt he felt with every kill, but said nothing. He would reflect on it later, when battle was pressing in around them.

"Where to?" He asked glancing out the view port toward Corvus. Kian's features were completely obscured by his HUD Helmet.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="November Sinclair"]​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

Corvus smiled when she heard Kian’s voice over her comlink. “Don’t worry, I won’t get cocky.” No sooner had she finished the sentence than the second pirate was downed by her fellow Jedi.

She pointed down with her hand - “We need to get to that military stronghold and take out the automated defences. It’ll give our ground boys a fighting chance to breach it. If we can open the door, so much the better.” She wouldn’t be able to see her smile, but he certainly would be able to hear it in her voice.

She angled her ship down and headed at a pace towards the roof of the building - in this case the safest place to land. It would be a tight fit for two ships - but then, they were Jedi!

[member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Orick T'ane]

The arrival of the Caledonia and her fleet allowed Orick to move his position in the formation to something a bit safer, not that there was a safe place burring space battles. He checked his sensor panels and saw that the pirates had vacated a large portion of the space surrounding the old base. He saw a number of open and empty docking rings. This is such a bad idea Orick, you're not getting paid if you get yourself killed. Surrounded by all of these Republic fleeties is making you reckless.

Checking to make sure that both of his blaster pistols, the open one on his hip and the concealed one under his shirt were at full power, he began to slowly bank The Ranger into a new heading, one that would have him docking with that base sooner than later. A smile played across his face, it had been a long time since he had be in a situation that was genuinely dangerous, and he was enjoying it way too much.