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Blazing Skies: Siege of Crina

Crina
2315 Hours:: Local
Royal Expeditionary Fleet
On Board- The Seraph
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The Iron Angel. That's what the men and women on board her fleet had called her. Tahiri stood with arms folded surveying the bridge form her catwalk. She could read every system and track every battle space assessment as it was sent directly to her retinas by way of her helmet.

She'd only been in command of the Exiled forces for a few months. After abandoning the mandate and screwing the royal families she’d set off into the edges of space, going after a world that housed some kind of potential.

Crina

Word had come of a siege, a scrambled relay drone had stumbled upon her fleet with the info. The encryption was weak. Level 2, indicative of Provincial Military rather than a professional Defense force.

It was only one of many they'd dispatched, which meant they certainly weren't the only ones on route.


Crina used to be bastion of one of the Imperial Remnant factions. As such it still housed quite a few wares and vessels that could prove useful. As of right now her fleet was in hyperspace fast approaching the outer edges of the system.

"Commo, have we unravelled the rest of that drone yet?"

"Aye Ma'am, sending what was left to you now. The rest of the memory chip was slagged, we only got a few bits and pieces from it."

"Send it."

Servos whined in her power armor as she flexed her fists, and then clamped both hands on the railing. From below a signal streamed to her faceplate and she blinked once to activate the packet.

From above the skies fearsome blobs of orange and red rained down upon the Capital city. Smoke rose in giant pillars as the fusillade impacted, disintegrating buildings and turning the surface to glass in some areas.

Then the image cut away to another relay in space, showing a large Axehead frigate with an entourage of shorter oblong cruisers. some of them she'd never even laid eyes upon.
Are these experimental Craft? Stealth attack ships?

"Commo can we identify any of these vessels?"

"Negative Ma'am. The only hit comes of the Axehead. Fake transponders but I've run it through the Shadownet. Found a match, belongs to Rach Sur Salvan. Some kind of big wig Blazing chain."

"How do the blazing chains have....what I assume is plasma cannons?"

"No Idea ma'am."

It was a dumb question. She hardly expected the Ensign to know it any ways.

"Ma'am we are on target for reversion, t-minus ten. Shall I alert the ship and call battle-stations?"

"Negative hold off. Helm bring us out right at the edge of system and then cut sub lights. Commo, be prepared to initiate long range scans. I want all the info we can get on these scum before we slag their fleet."

The deck rang with a resounding sound of ayes.

Ensigns and Petty Officers typed away on their pads, immersed in the moving data streams and symbols. As the clock counted down in her visor she stood there, immersed in the battle unfolding in her HUD. She replayed it, fast forwarded, stopped, started and replayed it again. Space battles were like chess.

Before you take the master, you must learn his moves....
 
[member="Tahiri Veya"]
Imahalyan
Stardusts' home

The queen of imahalyan was setting at the main council center, lots if things had come over that the council wished to bring to her attention. These included the amount of people signing up to join the first order military, the planets economy and different people wishing to meet her and blah blah blah

However a man burst into the council chamber panting, she looked at him in surprise a hand going to her saber as he spoke quickly, something about that a freighter due for crina had not gotten back within a few weeks, but had suddenly sent a level five distress signal to them. Stardust frowned, the man said it had a small video attached. She had him played it and watched as the men recorded what appeared to be red and orange glow before the camera suddebly cut

gentleman...women...it appears that I need to go and visit this place immediately, a attack on a freighter with my people on it is unacceptable...and there is other people in need...i shall be away for a little, I trust it in your hands

She stood and bowed as she walked out of the room, she was flanked on both sides by her royal guards as she entered her speeder and sped off to her house immediately

After about a hour she flew to the space port as she got into a cruiser, it lifted odd and into the cold of space, it entered hyper space

3 days later....

On the imahalyans light, stardust had the crew exit slipspacefar from the planet, she sat the ship outside and started to scan as she waited for the info to come back...the emerald dragon of imahalyan was in the unknown here...only that this place needed help
 

Poe

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​With the planet of Bastion firmly in the grip of the Sith Ascendancy, resources and other military weapons of war were no longer required for the campaign, thus were being shipped off world. A select few warships from the naval fleet had been assigned to safeguard and blockade the planet from any outside threats, the remaining warships were dispatched to patrol the surrounding regions. The warship I had been reassigned to had the misfortune of having their Captain fall ill, and since this was nothing more than a simple routine outing; I had been given temporary command of the vessel. I knew this was a test of my leadership skills, and despite being only a Sith Acolyte, their judgmental eyes would undoubtedly keep a close watch on every minute decision I made; good and bad.

​Passing near the planet of Gallos on the left side of the Braxant Run, we were drawing to a close on our initial route when the ship's communication officer, a rather pudgy fellow named Thul, swung his chair around signaling me and my assigned XO from the bridge's lone catwalk. ​"We picked up what appears to be a rely drone signal. It's weak but functional," ​he said upon our arrival. ​"It appears to be a Level 2 signal, which is usually Provincial Military than your standard Planetary Defense Forces."

​"Have we deciphered the message yet," ​I inquired.

​"No mi'lady, but the encryption is weak so whomever wanted us to find the drone wanted us to crack the code easily. I'll inform you when I have more information."

"Very well. Compromise a message of what we discovered and forward that to the fleet at Bastion."

"What do you think," ​I asked the XO, Lt. Jonesy, as we walked through the bridge. ​"Since we now passed Gallos, that leaves one of three possibilities where that drone could have actually came from. Korath, Crina, and Kalee are the likely trio of suspects. Rysil II is to far out and I highly doubt the drone came from there due to another patrol picking it up, leaving us with those three options." ​I wasn't familiar with those planets, or most planets currently. I directed our walk to the navigation station prompting the nav officer to bring up a map of the region.

​Ten Minutes Later


​The images on the bridge's holoscreen had a familiarity to it. It was almost like watching the assault on Bastion all over again, except this time it wasn't the Sith Ascendancy but some rogue element; whom appeared to have massed a small armada of ships. Before the image winked out, I ordered the communication's officer to relay this to the fleet at Bastion. ​"And notify them we are moving to red alert but will maintain an observational stance when we arrive at the outskirts of Crina," ​I added quickly.

​"Navigational officer! Set a course for the closest sector near Crina that does not put us in the thick of battle."

​"Let it be known that I think this is a bad idea for us to get involved," the XO stated. ​"We are not fully equipped to take on even that small of a fleet. Our laser and turbo batteries are only at half strength, we are short on proton torpedoes or any torpedoes for that matter, and we currently only possess a third of the capacity of starfighters this warship normally is outfitted with."

​"Your objection is duly noted, Lt. Jonesy. But let me remind you that we are the only eyes and ears the Bastion Fleet has out here. If you do not wish to follow my orders, Lt, then perhaps I should look for your replacement before we reach Crina."

​"No, no that will not be necessary."

​"Then we are in agreement, we are headed for Crina."



[member="Tahiri Veya"]
 

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