Can't no preacher man save my soul (Rebels, CIS, Ask)

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles watched from the rear of the formation as something destroyed a few of his interceptors and he smirked activating his com "Examen alpha and beta break off and cover that area with some of those lovely Buzz Droid Discord Missiles." Aedan smirked cause he knew what those things could do an any fighter that flew into a cloud would have a VERY bad day. At his command the two leading examen squadrons broke off their attack run and came up above where their squadrons were flying and spread out quickly. The second they were in place they would all launch the Discord Missiles. Aedan smirked as he saw on his radar the 48 missiles flash outward and then as they moved they opened releasing their load of 7 buzz droids each even though some of his interceptors would be hit the majority of them would be fine. Taking this into account the rest of the fighters broke off to go around the cloud of 336 buzz droids that now filled space.
@[member="Garth Hummel"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Genesis Rostu"] @Nocturno

 

[Alleycat]

The micro jump got the Foxes in closer, but they still had a ways to go to hit their targets and time was running out with multiple distractions on their way.

"Copy Lead. Taking the south side tour with Four," Hutch acknowledged over the squadron frequency, then opened up a private channel to Lylin.

He had no idea really her capabilities, but they'd have to learn to work together real fast to exact the damage needed to succeed in their mission parameters. Though Dirks had to wonder if there was much more to this than just a 'strike a blow against the Confedies' for Thessa. She worried him now that he was back, a lot, and her 'babysitter' even more.

Since Lylin didn't have a call sign yet, Hutch just used her flight number. "Four, Seven… We need to get in, unload, then get out so make your shots count before we have intimate company. On me, sweetheart," the Major said, then he put his TwinTail up on it's starboard S-Foils and dove, setting up for a strafing run on the first set of structures.

"Lucky… Keep an eye on her for me. I got a bad feeling about this," he communicated with his astromech droid, then readied his approach, keying Lylin again.

"Four… Switching to proton torpedoes. Stay close. Good luck."

@Thessa Kai, @Judah Dashiell, @[member="Garth Hummel"], @Keela Nui, @Haven Pryde, @Noah Corek, @Lylin Osh, @Aedan Miles, @Myra Subach, @Jonathan Walsh, @Genesis Rostu @Arthos Vynea @Sophia Walsh

 

[Judah Dashiell]

@Thessa Kai @Aedan Miles @Dirks Hutchinson @Keela Nui @Haven Pryde @Noah Corek @Lylin Osh @Myra Subach @Jonathan Walsh @Sophia Walsh @Genesis Rostu @Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull @[member="Garth Hummel"]

Following Thessa's fighter, the microjump landed him immediately on her six, diving and banking hard in order to avoid a collision. Apparently he had misjudged the jump just slightly. Shaker chirped his displeasure in his ear at a rapid pace as the young salvager ignored the enemy hailing to stand down. No one traveled half way across the 'verse to merely ignore the request. The shipyard was going down. The only problem was the horde of fighters standing between themselves and the shipyard.

"How about next Festivus we have a quiet day at home gathered around the Festivus pole, huh?"

While CIS had many NPC fighters, who is to say the Rebels didn't as well? Ragtag squadrons of A-Wings, X-83s, Y-Wings, the list went on and on. If it was a starfighter there was bound to be one found in the ragtag group. While their numbers were not as numerous as the CIS, the Rebels also had a Dreadnaught Crusier titled Maid of War helping to fire down upon the small CIS fighters.

The X-83 was rocked and shook as he fought his way to the thick of the battle, keeping a close eye on Thessa at the same time.

 

[Delila Castillon]

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] | @[member="Noah Corek"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"]

In the rapidly descending vessel, Delila was growing concerned. They were being hailed and her back up was no where in sight. Using her fellow soldiers as support columns, the General made her way to the cockpit, sliding in the copilots chair to help the pilot out. She turned to him.

"Abort mission. We're not hitting the ground. Take us back to the flagship. We're going to give as much support to air as possible."

Keying the control to speak with air control as their ship climbed back into space, Dells tried to keep the strain out of her voice.

"We're fine...all's fine. Decides not to visit after all. No one wants to see Great Aunt Muriel on Festivus after all..." Shutting off her portion of the communication, Delila shook her head. Intel would have to wait. Air support was needed in taking down the shipyard, they were getting swamped.

 

[Arthos Vynea]

Arthos watched the ships do the quick jump towards the shipyards and shook his head. The interceptors were already pushing their secondary power into engines, and closing the distance. The immediate problem for the rogue fighters were the actual shipyards they approached. As the fighters got within firing range the turrets on the shipyards themselves let loose a rain of laser fire. The point defense systems actively searching for incoming torpedo. Within moments, the point defense systems located the torpedoes and opened fire. Both torpedoes found themselves exploding prematurely after being smacked with a number of defensive lasers.

Pushing his own fighter towards the action Arthos shook his head at the fools. What were they hoping to achieve once the weapon systems were all up and active. He'd have to come in sideways now instead of straight on, but luckily those turrets were laying own a tight field of fire. Either way he wasn't going through it, but hoping to ghost one of the fighters once they broke formation.

@[member="Judah Dashiell"]@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]@[member="Thessa Kai"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Emerging from the null entrophy chamber where he was meditating, Daxton sensed a familiar presence lingering nearby. Focusing his mind on the image of the blue skinned woman, he sent a powerful thought lance directly into her consciousness. Daxton's touch wasn't gentle nor was it subtle. The sensation would like someone driving red hot needles directly into her brain and then pour wood alcohol before setting it on fire, repeating over and over, until all you could see was Daxton's cowled face as he sneered dismissively.

"Running away AGAIN? Well what could I expect from such a WEAKLING?! Go ahead COWARD! Run while you still can because when I'm done with you, we will BEG for me to touch you." The silent promise was shot directly into her consciousness. No one else could hear or even know. The echoing malignant laughter taunted her. "Come to Grid 75-80C, come alone if you dare. or RUN and let me see that yellow streak of yours shine through."

Anyone would have a mind could see it was a trap, but Daxton knew she couldn't resist. Wild wookies wouldn't keep her away if she was anything her file indicated to be. Now Daxton only had to wait patiently for her to take the bait. A spider with a million webs patiently waiting for his prey before he struck.


@[member="Thessa Kai"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@Thessa Kai, @Judah Dashiell, @Dirks Hutchinson, @Keela Nui, @Haven Pryde, @Noah Corek, @Lylin Osh, @Aedan Miles, @Myra Subach, @Jonathan Walsh, @Genesis Rostu @Arthos Vynea @Sophia Walshhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1240-sophia-walsh/

Lylin banked hard left as she came out to the micro jump. The squadron ordered to split and she followed Hutch, rolling her eyes at his comments, but she quickly engaged the proton torps. She pulled along side his ship, the target acquired, she fired on the shipyard. The situation was starting to get hot with incoming enemy fighters, she pulled the ship up and around in preparation for a second run at the shipyards.

The alarms on the ship blaring, the scanner array showing a large number of enemy fighters, and a good number of Rebels.

"Hutch, we need cover if we are going to take a second run and take the target out. Or we join the fight". She said finally replying to him on private channel. They needed to locate a weak point on the shipyard and target that, something that would cause a reaction within it and aid them.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

UTAPAU SYSTEM, UTAPAU
AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL CENTER

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

Suddenly, it seemed, the rebel force multiplied exponentially. Not only that, but a Dreadnaught-Class Heavy Cruiser had suddenly appeared in the system as well. It seemed that the rebel forces had not only realized the Confederate Navy was very, very much a force to be reckoned with (if not acknowledged at the very least) but also that their initial forces were inadequate if they wanted to make anything even resembling a dent here today. How a Dreadnaught-Class had gotten into the system without being noticed and instantly tipping off the Confederate navy to their intentions here was beyond Hannibal. It was also somewhat of a mystery to Hannibal how the hulking cruiser had even gotten within range of the erupting dogfight to fire on it when there were a number of Confederate capital ships described to be in orbit.

Well, far be it for Hannibal to pick at the plot-shielding of the good guys. As long as they got their chance to massacre hundreds of dockworkers and destroy the livelihood of thousands of other people.

Hannibal banished any more thoughts on the matter. Irrelevant details, he supposed. What Hannibal instead focused on was much more important to the Fondorian. Namely, how could he do something incredibly cool and look totally awesome in front of everyone here. Watching a viewscreen that displayed the dogfight and the ominous dreadnought, Hannibal hatched his own plan. It was time to ditch this air-traffic control gig. Hannibal about-faced, marching purposefully towards the exit to the room with the intention of heading towards his ship. He brought up his wrist commlink to contact an old acquaintance of his.

"Heyo, Thaddeus. Meet me at my ship. I gotta plan."

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

Thaddeus had taken shelter in a makeshift bunker of his own creation where he began packing. It was turning to hell out there and Thaddeus was not going to be apart of it. At least up until Mr. Creed was contacted by a friend. "Damn it." he said to himself before replying. "Uh, be right there, Hannibal." Thaddeus grabbed is chaingun and hung it by it's strap from his shoulder. After a last check for anything he might need, Thaddeus exited the bunker and headed for Hannibal's ship, carrying his chaingun and equipment. Once Thaddeus was about a half mile away the bunker self destructed, leaving no trace of Thaddeus' presence there.

Thaddeus waded through the village towards Hannibal's hangar. Once there, he greeted his old friend with a firm handshake and a nod. "Someone call for some destruction?" Thaddeus said followed by a hard chuckle.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Nocturno's ship turned to face this Maid of War and locked onto it with the Proton Torpedo bays found on its Portside. Again, all 50 of the Heavy Turbo Lasers took aim at the incoming capital ship of the rebels and began its assault. The Turbo Lasers fired relentlessly at the Maid of War and within a few moments of the assault, two Proton Torpedoes soared off into the void of space and directly towards the Maid of War. There would be no escape of the wicked, Nocturno would see to that.

@Thessa Kai, @Judah Dashiell, @Dirks Hutchinson, @Keela Nui, @Haven Pryde, @Noah Corek, @Lylin Osh, @Aedan Miles, @Myra Subach, @Jonathan Walsh, @Genesis Rostu @Arthos Vynea @Sophia Walshhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1240-sophia-walsh/

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

"Yep. That'd be me." Hannibal replied, meeting Thaddeus' for the handshake. Thaddeus was a walking tank- a paragon of destructive power all wrapped up into one cyborg. The perfect co-conspirator when it came to what Hannibal had planned for these terrorist-folks currently stirring up a fuss in orbit. Festivus day, huh? Well, he'd give them a Festivus day. He'd give them a feat of strength they wouldn't forget about any time soon.

"So, these rebel guys are tryin' to blow up the shipyards 'a something." Hannibal explained, turning away from Thaddeus briefly to direct a squad of heavily armed Confederate battle droids up the boarding ramp of the Negative Perspiration. "They brought this warship. Big 'ol thing. Problem is, since they're rebels 'n whatnot, they 'aven't been keepin' up with their payments on it. How's you'd like to do some repo work?"

Crazy? Perhaps. Boarding operations seldom weren't. In this case, they were going to be undertaken by a dramatically smaller strike team than usual. That would make it insane. Hannibal knew what he was doing, of course. He was going to crash land his ship in the War Maiden's hanger and, Thaddeus willing, mow through legions upon legions of mooks before eventually assuming direct control over the bridge and thusly the entire warshp.

And it would be totally cool.

 

[Kara Avoyos]

Kara had been heading to her ship when the attack started, about ready to fly off into the wild blue yonder is search of adventure and ancient relics. Now she was still headed towards the Like You Stole It, but with a much more immediate destination in mind. Without a crew of gunners she wouldn’t be able to help out with the actual fighting, and she doubted the CIS would appreciate untrained intervention anyway, but she could at least help evacuate civilian from the building below the combat zone.

There were others already present when she arrived in the hanger. While she couldn’t claim to know Hannibal Oryen or Thaddeus Creed well, she knew them to be skilled fighters who currently acted in the interests of the CIS. Wherever it was that they were planning to go, destruction would certainly follow. The Templar paused long enough to listen to the pair speak. A rebel warship and some repo work? She needed to get in on this.

“You’re hijacking a ship?” Kara asked, her excitement clear. “Can I come?” Seekers weren’t as good as Infiltrators when it came to precision destruction, but unless one of those wandered into the hanger in the next few minutes she was the best they were going to get. Besides who could pass up the opportunity to play pirate for a good cause? Every little girl grew up secretly wanting to hijack a ship at least one in her life.

@[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

 

[Varus Ren]

Buzz Droids, kark. Garth yanked on the stick and jerked back and forth rapidly trying and succeeding in shaking off most of the droids. But it wouldn't be enough. They were splicing through and important function of the ship. The canopy release. Sealing his helmet, he beat the droid to the punch, detaching the cockpit and exposing himself to the void.

His suit gave him oxygen and kept him alive as he piloted the now canopy lacking fighter through space. He could sense darkness, something twisted and evil, @[member="Daxton Bane"]. It was a trap for @[member="Thessa Kai"]. Kark. "Thessa, don't do anything stupid." He warned.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Kara Avoyos"] | @[member="Thaddeus Creed"]

Hannibal turned away from Thaddeus a second time, though this time it wasn't to direct around more droids. Someone was asking to join up- a Templar by the looks of it. Well, Hannibal got Templar vibes from her, anyway. The cyborg wasn't familiar with the Templars aside from knowing they were in service of the Confederacy, truth, justice, liberty, and that sort of thing. They weren't Jedi. Or some of them were, but others weren't. Or they acted like Jedi, but simultaneously were not Jedi. The intricacies of it all were not something Hannibal readily bothered to understand or familiarize himself with. Whatever the case, he wasn't about to pass up any kind of assistance.

"'eyo, toots. Ain't you a sight for worn photoreceptors..." Hannibal trailed off for a moment, adjusting an invisible collar. "Yeah, we're reclaimin' some hardware, and far be it from me to deny some extra help. Me an' Thad 'ere were just about to shove off, dig?"

Doomtreaders were not very pretty ships, but they were fast, armored, and spacious enough to be suitable for Hannibal's present designs. Between himself, Thaddeus, a Templar chick, and a squad of battle droids, the crew and security personnel of that dreadnought were going to have a bad day.

 

[Thaddeus Creed]

Thaddeus adjusted his equipment and supervised the droids boarding the ship. Out of the blue, a soft feminine voice came from the darkness. A force user by the looks of it. Tiny little thing compared to Thaddeus. From under his dome, he looked down at her and smirked. "I hope you don't mind a little bit of destruction. I'm tearing a hole in that warship's ass. Try to not die, youngin'." Thaddeus stated before nodding to the girl and proceeding onto the ship, armor clanking and thudding with each step. Once on board, Thaddeus checked inside of his sack to ensure he had the right equipment for a job such as this. "Ammo? Check. Thermal detonators? Check. Incendiaries? Check. Plasma Bomb? Umm..ah, check-a-roony. This is gonna get messy." Thaddeus checked before chuckling darkly.
@[member="Hannibal Oryen"] | @[member="Kara Avoyos"]

 

[Thessa Kai]

If she was force sensitive, she would've felt it. Instead, the squadron captain endured seeing the quickly disappearing indicator lights of fellow rebel squadrons as they blinked out of existence on her control screen. Flashes below lit up the shipyards as her comrades took major hits, destroying their salvaged variations of x and y wings, among other crafts. Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-nine...

There were just too many.

"Retreat," her own voice sounded alien as she muttered the command that came too soon. "Now!"

White-knuckled hands gripped the controls as enemy squadrons came in from all sides. Spinning, diving, and rolling, she knew her shields wouldn't take much more of this. She kept the enemy fighters between herself and the ground missiles as she brought her craft out of range and back into the chaos of space, firing at any enemy that got too close. It wasn't any worse than Roche, than Alderaan, than Corellia. That's what she told herself...

Those lucky enough not littering the shipyards with their ashy-remains quickly jumped. Red lights flashed in her orange-tinted canopy as she held out so the last surviving members of her squadron could go, those still with her and following orders.

One...two...

Index finger slammed down and the crowded stars streaked into long lines just as Daxton's image seared across her mind. Garth's words sounded muted and far away...so far away. Shaky hands managed to cut the comms as an animalistic scream ripped through her throat and filled the solitary cockpit.




@[member="Aedan Miles"]@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]@[member="Judah Dashiell"]@[member="Delila Castillon"]@[member="Arthos Vynea"]@[member="Daxton Bane"]@[member="Lylin Osh"]@Nocturno@Garth Hummel @[member="Genesis Rostu"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

@Aedan Miles@Dirks Hutchinson@Thessa Kai@Delila Castillon@Arthos Vynea@Daxton Bane@Lylin Osh@Nocturno@Garth Hummel @Genesis Rostu

The little X-83 had been rocked and swayed around due to explosions from each side. No matter their situation or how it turned now they were clearly out numbered and out gunned. With Thessa giving the call to retreat, Judah kept back with her, watching the six of his favorite pilot along with keeping a clear sky for those trying to exit before him. It barely stemmed the tide, with their salvaged and hard to acquire fighters dropping like flies.

Punching into hyperspace second after Thessa, there was no want to contact her or any of his fellow Swamp Fox pilots. It was only himself and Shaker.

"Lets head home..."

 

[Daxton Bane]

A thousand voices echoed silently in her skull as Daxton taunted her, confident that no one else could hear, much less detect what was going on. This was the by product of the Sith's mastery of mental disciplines combined with the raw power of his half of the Heart of Darkness. If he continued, the sensation of relief would only come from tearing out her own brain and stomping on it just to shut up the voices.

"All your efforts, all you are, all are for nothing. A puppet on a string, to dance as I command. Come, face me if you dare or run like a coward. There is no escape. Your life and that of your loved ones belongs to me now. Can you keep me entertained enough or will I end your lives because you bore me. You are POWERLESS! YOU ARE MINE!"

Cruel, malicious laughter floated through the mindlink, raking her consciousness like long nails across a fresh slate chalk board.

@[member="Thessa Kai"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

@Thessa Kai, @Judah Dashiell, @Garth Hummel, @Keela Nui, @Haven Pryde, @Noah Corek, @Lylin Osh, @Aedan Miles, @Myra Subach, @Jonathan Walsh, @Genesis Rostu @Arthos Vynea @Sophia Walsh@[member="Dirks Hutchinson"]

This thread is being locked and marked non-cannon for a couple reason.

One, while NPC's alone will not win you a fight, they can help you to do so, if used properly. So they cannot be ignored as they blatantly have in this thread.

I'd ask for a bunch of edits, and such, be nice but it's too many people and stretched too far.

Secondly, If you didn't walk into the thread with an army, you don't have it. Retconning to do so, is not right. It is rude, obnoxious and flat out disrespectful to your fellow writers.

That said, do not do it again.