Battle of Balmorra [Corellian Confederation Dominion of Humbarine/Balmorra Hex]

[Dracken Pryce]

https://soundcloud.com/user-981212204-987651608/24-standing-on-the-edge-of-the?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse​

Location: CDF:2 Starchild
Current Fleet: Colony-II Class Battlecruiser, 2x Bothan Assault Cruisers, 6x Bador-Type Light Cruisers
Allies: Corellian Confederation

Balmorra. One of of the premier factory worlds in the Colonies and of both Post-Gulag Republics. It wasn't a shining jewel by any stretch of the imagination. It was heavily polluted, its city centers were plagued by Balmorran metal parasites, and the leadership was incredibly corrupt, taking cuts and checks from the large manufacturing companies that called the planet home. Despite that, its importance in the Colonies for the Core Worlds in the past could not be overstated and since the fall of the New Republic they had been relatively good on their own...But now the space surrounding the world had become a battlefield.

One of the neighboring systems, Humbarine had launched an assault on the world in an effort to claim the factory world and its new shipyard for their own. When Balmorra had reached out to the Corellian Confederation, it had failed to mention that its occupying force was such a large fleet. A task force from the expeditionary fleet was sent to the system which included the fleet's flagship, the Starchild II, two cruisers, and the Starchild's vertical compliment. The fleet would have been able to put down most system defense forces since the fall of the New Republic, but it seemed as if Humbarine had long been stockpiling ships as even with the Starchild their occupying fleet was larger and they had fully blockaded the world.

Pryce's eyes scanned the command table's display intently. They were on the defensive, forced to simply probe the enemy and lash out when they gave them an opening. Garvey was doing his own thing, sending out firing solutions and managing ship data as reports came in. Bridge crew shouted as a Corellian starfighter flew just a little too close to the bridge, its engine roar coming over the ship's aural sensors.

"Prow shields down to 80 percent!" came a shout from one of the techs.

"Batteries 7 and 8 have taken critical damage!" came another.

"How are the fighters doing?" Now Garvey piped up.

"Your Wildcat is doing just fine," he started which earned him a scowl from Pryce. He cleared his throat and began his assessment again, "No casualties from either Wildcats or Grim squadrons, but our Needler squadrons are taking a beating. Damn, what I wouldn't give to be on one of those Resurgents right n-" he was sucked into the tactical display before he could finish his sentence. The pessimism was getting on his nerves. But he was right. Even though the Starchild was nearly twice as large as a Resurgent, the First Order made battlecruisers easily outgunned the Colony-II's without question. Something to do with their turbolaser technology that even Naval Intelligence hadn't been able to replicate yet. Pryce sucked his teeth in frustration.

"Order the Bothan cruisers to move up, we need to make some kind of hole in their blockade before reinforcements arrive!"

He didn't really know how long the battle had been going on. He took a look at his chrono and couldn't believe it had been just under an hour.

OOC: Welcome to the second dominon of the Corellian Confederation, "The Battle of Balmorra". We're jumping right into combat in this one. The enemy is the navy of the Lord Admiral [member="Arage Bao"]. The Main Objectives are to rout the enemy and or capture Lord Admiral Bao to begin negotiations.

• Secondary Objectives: Lead a ground assault on enemy controlled surface to space Ion Cannons to turn the tide of the battle
• BYOO

Remember, Have Fun!

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: Balmorra System
Objective: Space Battle
Allies: Corellian Confederation
Squadron: Wildcat; T-90 X-wing
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Goldie's aiming reticule went red and a target-lock tone filled her ears. She tightened on the trigger and launched a torpedo at an approaching enemy fighter. Switching to lasers, the Ralltiiri linked all four, then picked another target. As Wildcat Leader's torpedo hit the first, she flashed into range on the second and let the ship have a full burst of laser fire.

The glare of lasers against Goldie's shields hid the results of her shooting, but Squeak reported one enemy destroyed and another damaged. In seconds she shot past the line of enemy fighters, then hauled back on her stick, rolled, and dove back in at them. The enemy had been reduced, but they were still plentiful. As two started to circle around toward her, Goldie inverted, dove and came back up and around to go head-to-head with them.

She boosted power to her forward shields, then pulled a snap-roll that stood the X-wing on its port S-foil. That narrowed her profile and allowed the first volley of laser fire from the enemy fighters to pass on either side of herself. At the last second Goldie selected a proton torpedo and let it fly at point-blank range. Even though it never got a solid target-lock, it nailed the lead fighter dead on and tore it apart.

Goldie nudged the stick and shot through the center of the explosion, then joined back up with her wingman as he'd gotten the other fighter.

[ "Good shooting, Two. Glad you can keep up with me." ]

[ "Hey I'm learning from the best... Plus, the Admiral said I better watch your six or else." ]

[ "Oh did he now?" ] Ava replied over the ship-to-ship channel between the wing pair. There was a mix of both amusement and irritation in her voice. [member="Dracken Pryce"] would be hearing from her after this was all over. [ "Well then we better not disappoint him, hmm?" ]

A warning warble came from her astromech droid letting Goldie know to watch her fuel and armament levels. They weren't critical yet, but getting low on both. Wildcats had been fur balling for nearly an hour.. Fatigue and dehydration would start to factor in now too. Force knows the inside of her flight suit was sticky wet from the perspiration earned.

"I know, Squeak... On it," Ava answered her R9 unit, then flipped over to the main tactical frequency of the Starchild and keyed the comm. The rest of the squadron was about in the same boat as her.

[ "Flight Control, this is Wildcat Leader... Squadron requesting pit stop for more fuel and rearming, over." ]

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared was flying lately with one of the Corellian home squadrons. He would travel with the Tiburons if he was needed away from the world, but for now, he and his Clawcraft were placed in the one of the CorSec Sink Squadrons: Vortex Squadron. They would deploy within the Corellian Confederation by way of one of the FarStars that would accompany Starchild. Until then, though, they would base themselves from launch bays outside of Coronet. Jared’s fighter was black with Corellian green stripes, in a style similar to Imperial roots, but every bit Corellian here.

The fighters of Vortex were launching from Corellia and made their way out to where the fighters were ready to launch. Some of the lighter ones had to pick up their hyperspace sleds, but they were making their way to the next system. Hearing the calls on the comms, Jared checked in, flying as Vortex 5, Leader of Flight Two. Something his father had done for Warbird Wing’s Hawk Squadron decades prior.

“Three, two, one, mark.” The call went out and Jared pulled his fighter into lightspeed. A quick jump to Balmorra and as they pulled out, the squadron was given orders.

“Flight two, we’re heading straight ahead, One and Three have our flanks. Cats, this is Vortex, providing a bit of reinforcement. Better have fun for us, we got called off alert detail!”

[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Romi Jade]

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LOCATION: Bridge, CDF: 2 Starchild​

OBJECTIVE: Space Battle​

ALLIES: Corellia Confederation​

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On the bridge, she observed the holographic tactical readouts in their three-dimensional display. A highlighted sheen glossing over her skin, she peered into the projected models of targets and potential targets with her arms folded into one another. She was going to help coordinate and lead the ground assault, but they were having some trouble getting there.

"Order the Bothan cruisers to move up, we need to make some kind of hole in their blockade before reinforcements arrive!"

"So lets do it." She responded, shooting him a quick glance "I might be able to help accomplish that goal. I'll need some time, but if it goes through we'll need to push through quickly."

Romi had always had a propensity for forming links with individuals through metaphysical means, she was a master at melding and up until recently discovered she could take it to the next level. However, she'd never connected with more than a dozen individuals at once and the one time she did utilize the leveled up version she was using it on herself and was working off the energy of Coren's Force Light.

But she was someone you could bet on, she'd proven that time and time again.

"I'll get you your break, have your gunships ready." she shot back.

Spoiler

[member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"]

 

[Arage Bao]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSAMOBVncSg​

Location: Humbarine Flagship
Allies: [member="Mav Vohaloveer"] | [member="Julius Rhein"]
Enemies: Balmorra Fleet Remnants | Corellian Confederation Arrivals -- [member="Dracken Pryce"]
Objective: Crush the opposition

A figure watched the battle unfold in space.

Rigid, unyielding, her uniform crisp and clean without a single flaw. The expression she wore was carefully blank. Within? It was a different story altogether. Lord Admiral Bao was seething inward. Oh, the battle was going well for now. Even with the surprise incursion of the Corellians her fleet outnumbered the combined forces two to one. But it was unexpected and it was completely unacceptable. Arage knew better than most that a battle advantage could disappear within a moment's notice.

How many ships had been called in the reinforcements call, before Arage ordered the jamming of the Balmorra system?

It was a troubling development. The Lord Admiral had not expected the Corellians to get their ducks in a row this quickly. By all accounts they should still have been busy with their campaign at the Ebaq sector. Yet... yet... here they were.

"It is my hope..." Amber eyes glanced to the mercenary, grimy and dirty. "-prepared to get your hands more dirty. Lieutenant Commander Rhein will oversee your work today." Back to battle screen then. Watching curiously as the enemy admiral tried to punch their way through the blockade. This was the game, no? Trying to figure out just what the other side was doing. Planning. Were they stalling, until reinforcements arrived? Did they have an ace up their sleeve that Arage couldn't see?

Troubling.

"Re-divert the Senna, Magnificent and Alexandria, ensign." Arage calmly ordered, before switching to tight-beam communication with the Senna. "Captain, keep half your squadrons in reserve. Half to answer theirs should suffice for now."

It was a conservative approach. Safe for now. Usually the Lord Admiral preferred a more aggressive tactic, but right now she simply didn't have enough information available. The Corellians had truly caught them with their pants down here.

"By the way they are positioning their fleet I suspect the Corellian leader wishes to end this... quickly. Be prepared for boarding maneuvers." Back to Mav and Zef there.

 

[Hunter Blackburn]

Objective: Seize the Ion Cannons
Equipment: See Sig
Tags: [member="Morteg"]

Sitting in the drop bay of the shuttle as it took them down to the surface of the planet Ador felt every reverberation as the ship was rocked by explosions off to the right and left of it. One would perhaps have expected the padawan to be a bit more nervous than he seemed as they entered battle but at this point Ador had seen enough to not let such things phase him anymore. Taking a note out of his Master’s book Ador simply shut himself off from the physical focusing on the force, letting it guide him, soothe him. Head bowed low Ador repeated the ancient whills mantra beneath his breath. “The Force is with me and I am one with the force.” The mantra centered Ador in his belief and while not doing anything to truly bolster his connection to the force it was still said.

Without even opening his eyes Ador was aware of everything happening within the confines of the shuttle, aware of the mix of emotions radiating from the troopers and commandos housed within. Excitement, fear, confusion, so many swirled around in the force. Ador could see this as he was with the force. The dim red lights flashed a brilliant green and a klaxon within the vessel blaring.

Eyes shooting open Ador kicked off the solid metal floor of the shuttle propelling himself up and out the opening door. With the signature snap-hiss, the Jedi’s weapon came to life a silver beam of plasma the same height as Ador himself came to life. Right arm rising and wielding the weapon Ador almost seemed to be tracing figure 8’s in the air, tracing silver trails in the air where his blade moved. Blasterbolts were knocked off and away from the troopers that exited the shuttle behind the Jedi.

Confident in himself and both the force Ador moved to place both hands on the hilt of his saber and began to spin it creating a large silver shield that continued blocking blasterbolts. “Any time you’re ready Master.” Ador said hoping that Morteg wasn’t too far behind as he didn’t know how long he could bat away the blasterfire.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Humbarine Flagship
Allies: [member="Mav Vohaloveer"] | [member="Arage Bao"]
Enemies: Balmorra Fleet Remnants | Corellian Confederation Arrivals -- [member="Dracken Pryce"]
Objective: Crush the opposition

Julius observed with a hint of satisfaction the rightful re-colonization of Balmorra by the Humbariners through the viewport of the flagship which stood behind the neat and tide uniform of Lord Admiral Bao. The slight smile on his face disappeared, replaced by attentive features befitting that of an intelligence officer.

The reason?

Corellians.

Their unexpected arrival raised alarms in the Lieutenant Commander's mind but they would be regarded later. Now was the time to act.

"By the way they are positioning their fleet I suspect the Corellian leader wishes to end this... quickly. Be prepared for boarding maneuvers."

"Very Corellian." Julius commented before he took a glance at the man standing beside him. Mercenary. Dirty, grubby and very Outer Rim-y. He wasn't very fond of employing hired guns, especially those of Corellian heritage if the dossier read right, but the situation necessitated it and Julius hoped to use the man's expertise to clinch a victory against the enemy. Beggars can't be choosers, really. As shameful as it was, these were the circumstances. If there was anything to hope for, a Corellian knew another Corellian's weaknesses best.

"Ready to get paid, Vohaloveer?"

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

Location: Capitol Building/HCLI headquarters
Allies: *Shrugs*

Harley stood at the end of his balcony, head looking to the flashing sky, not doubt the battle up above getting really heated, but he was not really focused on the wonderful fire works. Though the mans eyes were focused above his mind contuined to ask one question, over and over again, 'how the kark did this happen'. After the fall of the NR Harley had chosen to stay on Balmorra and semi-rule the planet with many of the factory CEOs in a council styled government, his main reason being that the world acted as an ideal secondary station for HCLI. Over the last few months he had absorbed one company into his enterprise and had landed several new contracts with other companies, greatly expanding the business.

Now though it would seem their neighboring planet had gotten envious of the profiting world and wished to take it for themselves. Now through some unknown events the Humbarine had obtained a massive fleet out of nowhere and was now fighting with the CC in orbit around the factory world. "... I should have just stayed a CEO, why did I get involved in politics"? Was it the force screwing with him? or just how things worked in the core worlds, he'd probably never understand.

 

[Kahne Porte]

Objective: Ion Cannons
[member="Ador Horn"]

Kahne was always had a soft spot for Corellia, as did most other people. It was just a place that no matter what Corellia would get brought up somehow. Kahne had been to Corellia many times before. As the years passed and major events had happened he hadn't stopped by in a while. But know that the Corellian Confederation had sprung up and made themselves known, the Jedi felt it was his duty to help them in their quest to ensure security.

As long as they held the values that made the good, well good.


Balmorra was the place to be today. The Jedi Master stood leaning against the back steel wall of the shuttle as it made its way towards the surface, soldiers and Green Jedi that were present. Kahne himself closed his eyes for a moment and centered himself with the force, feeling his strength with the force and the light ever strong.

They were nearing the surface and the Jedi opened his eyes and began to move up towards the front of the group. They hit the surface and the battle had already begun as flashed of light and bolts of red and green and blue were sent forwards and back at them. The Jedi' reached for his blade and with a snap hiss the blue blade came to life and he began aid in deflecting the bolts away from the group.

"I hope you don't mind the company." The Jedi said aloud towards the other Jedi.

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

The Battle of Balmorra.

He supposed it was only a matter of time before the Core Worlds turned on one another in the absence of the New Republic. With the Core Imperial Confederation knocking at their doorsteps it only made sense that other systems and sectors would begin amassing resources to defend themselves or make the CIC a bargain they couldn't refuse. It made Morteg's stomach turn. The Dark Side had corrupted the hearts and minds of the Galaxy, turning them even more selfish than in centuries past and was slowly turning the Galaxy against itself.

These thoughts and many others rolled through the young Jedi Master's mind as they neared closer to the battlefield, but as U-Wing transport landed and disgorged its Corellian Shock Troopers his mind became like a still pool of water. He looked up at the accompanying Jedi Master and gave him a nod, the beads in his long locs clinking against one another.

"Grateful we are for allies in this fight," he said, pulling out his lightsaber and igniting its green blade in one fluid motion. As his padawan moved to defend the shock troopers as they got off the shuttle, Morteg moved forward, his green blade a brilliant lightshow as the little creature leaped and flipped through the air, disarming organic soldiers and utterly destroying any droids that fought against them.

"The role of a Jedi was never to be a tool of war, but time and time again the inaction of the Jedi had plunged the Galaxy into Chaos," the lesson of his own master echoed through his mind. A compromise had to be made and Morteg's was that he never wounded to kill, even in as dire straights as these. His skill with a lightsaber and intense calm in the face of any storm steadied his hand and allowed for the compact and precise movements needed to achieve such a task.

"Come Padawan Horn, pave the way to the shield generators we must. And quickly."

[member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Ador Horn"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"Should've been a simple bust. Balmorra is a gun planet, more blasters go 'missing' from their manifests than most of the Core combined. We'd tracked an operation on Coronet back to their suppliers and the trail led us to Bin Prime. As soon as the tactical response team moved in, a gang of Humbarine tough guys showed up. Now we got bigger problems, bunch of CorSec agents trapped in the middle of a kriffin warzone..."​

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 856 ABY​

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"I'm empty!" Antilles called out from the floor below him.

"Last mag!" Inspector Venture shouted back, dropping his remaining power cell so his fellow officer could catch it.

They had loaded up for a breach and clear, not prolonged guerilla fighting. Myk check the reading on his own blaster, and his lip curled when it read half dry. They needed to keep moving, these ambushes were starting to draw attention. A bolt streaked in through the hab's window as if to enunciate his point, grazing the inspector's shoulder. Sparks flew, casting a ghostly pallor over the abandoned residence. He reeled backwards, stumbling out into a corridor.

"Cade! You still with me?"

"Right here, Myk," Cade Antilles was his partner, for lack of a better word. He was TRT through and through, but in a galaxy this fethed inspectors like Myk often relied on CorSec commandos for muscle. Cade saw that he was wounded, damaged was a better word for it, and took Venture's weight without complaint even though the HRD weighed several hundred kilos more than a man.

"We're just burning fuel," Myk said. He gestured around them, "None of this matters. I saw an ion battery outside the city, still firing. Humbarine has everything else around here locked down, so there must be someone up there looking out for us."

"Right," Cade nodded, "what's the call?"

"Let's be bad guys," he gave Antilles a wan smile, lighting a cigarra and passing it over, "I don't think Balmorran security will mind, considering."

[member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Ador Horn"] | [member="Morteg"]​

 

[Romi Jade]

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LOCATION: Bridge, CDF: 2 Starchild​

OBJECTIVE: Space Battle​

ALLIES: Corellia Confederation​

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War is chaos.

No matter how well planned the battle, or how disciplined the troops, all comes down to red chaos.

War exacted its price not only in the destruction by -- and of -- the engines of war, but in the minds and souls of those who fight the battles. Looking inward, Jade knew serenity in chaos. After all she had been through...she knew how to find the light in chaotic and twisted scenarios.

Deep in her trance, she sees the battlefield shimmering in the force. Visualizing the battle's outcome, she knows that victory can exist; it can. She released the tension in her fingers -- they'd been stiff when she was previously trying to force her concentration. This was all still new to her, and in some facet she was uncertain of such power.

If the force wills it.

Centering her being, she reached out with her mind, deep into the empyrean. In battle meditation, she'd know where to strike -- with a lightsaber or an army -- to finish her opponent. Serene, she can strike without anger, hate, or remorse. With a calm mind, she can lead the the Confederation to their goal.

If the Force wills.

Through her probe, she encounters a wave of self-oppression, anguish, and despair that assaults the minds of those on her side. However, intensely focused on the life energy floating through the stars around them, she begins to dissolve these mere illusions.

Her figure began to glow in an alabaster hue...

She envisioned an opening...

From the perspective of a naval officer:

"Commander Pryce order for the Bothan cruisers to move up. We're going to engage the enemy once more. I suspect we'll try again to force an opening...​

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Jedi Knight Romi Jade has said that a path below will be revealed. I don't know. I can't see it -- can't feel it -- myself. It's all just chaos. But she says we will know the opening when we see it."​

 

[Krystal]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Ground Assault[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Wearing and Wielding: Custom armour, Sith Blade, Verpine Shatter Rifle, DL-44 Pistol (modified), and KC-95 Ace of Spades Blaster, as well as various knives and small explosives. [/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Tags: [member="Morteg"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Ador Horn"] [[tried to tag those in the ground objective, apologies if I’ve made an error]][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]~~~[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Krystal’s vision exploded in fireworks as she veered instinctively to avoid the explosions not meters in front of her. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat as she spiralled down -- not uncontrolled, but simply trying to clear the area before her ship went up in flames, too. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Mistake mistake mistake[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] -- [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]she had been close enough to the system that she had registered the call for reinforcements before the system went silent, but hadn’t realised what a mess it would be. Her knowledge of the Correllian Confederates was limited at best and her knowledge of their fighting style nonexistent. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]She wouldn’t be of any use to anyone up here, any more than she would be dead. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Continuing her plummet towards the surface of the planet, she tried her comm but found the signal jammed. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Dammit. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Surely, though, there was some kind of surface assault in place -- with the ion cannons still firing and the planetary defence activated, there was no way this would end in any other way than the explosions that were still streaking across the sky. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]Krystal hit the autopilot on her shuttle and readied herself for the chaos that would certainly be ensuing on the surface. Armed and prepared, her knees buckled nonetheless as she slammed into the surface. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]“Sharon,”[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she called to her ship, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]“Remind me to fix the landing gear next time I’m not in mortal peril, please.” [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]She stepped out to survey the area. Unfamiliar colours and figures ran amok -- she couldn’t tell the Correllians from the Balmoral forces. She tried her comm again -- now that she was on the surface, she was hoping she could at least get a local message out to an open channel. [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]“Krystal Estain, just landed on surface, making my way to ion cannons. Anyone heading that way?” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She spun and unloaded a round into a droid that had come to close to her. She watched as it exploded, sending parts into some organics around it. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]“Over.” [/SIZE]

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[SIZE=10.5pt]She didn’t bother waiting for a response, but rather simply began forcing her way to the battery. She maintained a weak force bubble around her as she moved, pulling it down when she needed to clear some forms. Cutting down another droid, she broke into a run across the battlefield. [/SIZE]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

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https://soundcloud.com/user-981212204-987651608/24-standing-on-the-edge-of-the

[member="Romi Jade"] [member="Julius Rhein"] [member="Arage Bao"] [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Ava Cartwright"]

In the distance a Bothan cruiser light up the inky black of space as a Humbarine cruiser cracked its hull and lit up its core like a lifeday tree. The shockwave didn't reach the Starchild, but the bridge crew felt it just the same. First blood went to the great Lord Admiral. Pryce cursed under his breath as quietly as he could but the loss had shocked the bridge into silence which made his whisper sound more like a shout. How many Corellians had been on that ship? These were the realities of battle and though he knew it wasn't the first nor the last ship he'd lose under his command the blow felt heavy all the same.

"Sir, CDF Golden Royal is sunk, all hands lost," finally came the official report from one of the bridge officers. Garvey crossed his arms and floated anxiously above the command table before casting a look at Pryce. With another sigh Pryce looked at the little blue ghost-like collection of pixels on his table and posed a quesiton to it.

"How long until reinforcements arrive?"

"Well we don't make hyperdrives like we used to," Garvey started but quickly saw the looks he was getting and decided that humor wasn't going to win him any favors this time, "ETA 5 minutes. Last I heard we're getting a Battlecruiser, not sure from which Task Force." A whole battlecruiser? Corellia was making moves, but they weren't making THAT many moves. Battlecruisers were a luxury they couldn't afford to lose, which after thinking made sense why they would send one to save the Starchild's shebs. Pryce nodded approvingly as turbolasers near the bridge fired, sending a rumble through the bridge and casting it in a red glare for a moment.

"Commander Pryce order for the Bothan cruisers to move up. We're going to engage the enemy once more. I suspect we'll try again to force an opening... Jedi Knight Romi Jade has said that a path below will be revealed. I don't know. I can't see it -- can't feel it -- myself. It's all just chaos. But she says we will know the opening when we see it."

A naval officer shouted something out causing a few to look at him as if he were crazy but it just made Pryce chuckle and smirk. Taking a look at the ship positions on his table it was a sound idea and he didn't punish men for giving good ideas.

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"Feeling? When did you become a Jedi Rodriguez?" Pryce leaned over the command table and gave the holodisplay another solid look, noting all the positions of both enemy and Corellian cruisers and gave a solid nod. "Then we push forward, spread out our formation and give that battlecruiser room to drop in. Move Swords 1-6 into the formation to offer the cruisers some more cover and get more power to our Turbolasers, I wanna see them bleed."

"Yessir," Garvey said with a smirk and began sending out orders. "Jenkins, you think you can get me more power to our forward shield generator?"

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Really Jared, it was time to keep up. Being born and raised in the stars, well, that was why he was here. Returning home. And that meant assisting on the expansion, even if he was much more ready to defend the homeland. And sometimes that meant cleaning up the neighborhood. He could have called out to the Dawn Treader and gotten some Warbirds, but he felt they were a better call when the poodoo hit the fan. His fighter squadron had boosted up to combat speeds as they hit real space. Rolling and juking from lasers that turned on them as the new arrivals, Jared was not really white knuckle gripped.

Rolling as the squad was moving to the front of the line, Flights 1 and 3 were taking down enemy fighters as they were approaching. Jared moved forward of his flight, performing a really close shield quadrangle. It was going to help the fighters keep shields up for the front of the fight.

“Starchild, this is Vortex group, got a target for us?”

They were a squadron of some Green Jedi and some of the more … arrestable pilots, but still too good to turn down. Hopefully the Jedi would rehabilitate everyone. But for now? They were a group that didn’t mind breaking rules of engagement. Not that any were being watched during a furball with a ship already going down.


[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

The ebb and flow of battle was chaotic, like a raging river. The Humbraine forces were entrenched and the defense force of Balmorra was weakened but not gone. Corellia couldn't get many troops to the ground with the blockade, but the few that landed were a welcome reprieve to the local forces. That being said, drop pods and shuttles were being shot down. What was supposed to be a show of overwhelming force to make the Humbraine forces back down was turning into a full out battle for the planet.

Beside him several drop pods crashed into the soil releasing its shock troopers and their massive battle droids. An unfamiliar voice came over his com, coupled with an unfamiliar presence in the Force.

“Krystal Estain, just landed on surface, making my way to ion cannons. Anyone heading that way?” She spun and unloaded a round into a droid that had come to close to her. She watched as it exploded, sending parts into some organics around it. “Over.”

Morteg leaped into the air, his emerald blade cutting through two soldier's arms, disarming them and removing them from the fight. The sizzle of his blade mixed with their scream of agony which brought a grimace to the Master's face. When he landed he deactivated his lightsaber, allowing the Corellian soldiers to pass by him, giving him a chance to catch his breath and return.

"Master Morteg this is, who are you?" He wasn't given much time to think however as

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[Kahne Porte]

"Master Morteg, a pleasure to meet you, given the circumstances. I'm Kahne Porte" The Jedi Master said with a small smile and a bow of his head. Kahne was happy to meet another member of the Jedi. While sometimes it seemed there weren't that many of them, in truth there was a large number of them out there.

The area around them became more allied territory more allied soldiers pushed through and then the arrival of another individual whom Kahne hadn't met before as her voiced came through their channels.

"Master Morteg, shall we meet up with her?" The Jedi said as he took a deep breath, relaxing his body for a moment before he was sure they would head back into the field.


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[Krystal]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective: Ground Assault[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Wearing and Wielding: Custom armour, Sith Blade, Verpine Shatter Rifle, DL-44 Pistol (modified), and KC-95 Ace of Spades Blaster, as well as various knives and small explosives.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]Tags: [member="Morteg"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Ador Horn"][/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]~~~[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=10.5pt]As much as she hated to admit it, Krystal was a little directionless. She couldn’t make any progress towards the damn cannons when she had to watch all around her, fearing attacks from the planet’s forces and the Correllians alike. She ducked behind a heap of scrap metal in an effort to catch her breath and pressed herself against what she presumed was recently a ship, taking easy shots at any forms that came too close. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She flinched as her radio buzzed to life. Static quickly resolved itself into a familiar speech pattern and Krystal was quick to respond. “Unimportant. I’m here to help take back the planet.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]And it would seem that this help is much more needed than was expressed, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]she muttered, off the channel. “Can’t make any headway to the cannons, though.” She was cut off by another explosion, a little too close for comfort this time. “Did you just land? I’m a little way into the field.” Pulling up her HUD, she rattled off her coordinates to the Yoda. “Let me know if you’re coming. Over.” [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Otherwise, she might need to rethink this plan. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She would remain hiding until she heard back from the creature, or something else came to find her -- whichever came first.[/SIZE]

 

[Dhalinar Greystar]

Morteg pondered the response from the mysterious Force user and nodded to the other Jedi Master.

"Find her we must. Hm! Still our objective, the Ion Cannons are." Without waiting for Kahne he allowed the Force to guide him and dashed back into the fray, trusting his feelings to lead him to the other Force User. The battle wasn't as fierce as it had been earlier, but blaster fire still filled the air and the smell of ozone and steel and flesh filled his nostrils. His lightsaber continued to disarm those in his path and he felt sorry for the soldiers. Once this conflict was over regardless of the outcome there would be bad blood he knew between the Corellians and the Humbarine militaries.

He'd long since lost sight of his Padawan, but he felt in the Force that the young Horn was still alive and well. His thumb pressed against the comm link in his hand,

"Wanderer, near you we are. In order to find you, a signal we need."
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[Jared Starchaser]

The Battlenet started to call out targets. The Starchaser when the choices came to him and the squadron started to call out targets. Fighters were incoming and the pilot knew exactly where he was supposed to go. Right down the center. He knew it was going to be time to update this fighter, maybe a Rassilon, like his father. It was a nice fighter, one of the best. That, blended with the AT-360 that he had recently purchased? It helped update what he was doing.

But that was when he got back. For now? He was out and charging into the conflict. Weapons to full, the squadron started to prioritize targets as the other flights were setting up for space superiority while Jared’s team set up for their concussion missiles. He was launching the missiles, 2 from him, 2 from each, there were 8 in total heading down the throat of the first cruiser. Fighters were taking shots but shields were keeping themselves boosted while they hit and were swapped by others.

“Missiles away!” He shouted as the missiles were hitting the shield. Rolling over the top of the ship and diving down to its bottom from the other side, he pulled and aileron roll and headed back towards the fleet. “Blastboat, its all yours, target and call the fire.”

The firing solution would be loaded up to the nearest cruiser and shots could be taken to knock this one down. It was a new style the Starchaser clan was using to use fighters to call in artillery shots.