Crossing A Line (NR Dominion of Hex W22 Redux)

[Alexander Sannes]

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Wakeelmui System​

Alexander walked through the hallway of the deep space outpost that rested south of the Republic's borders, an experiment to expand the Republic's reach without worlds joining the republic and relying on them and their worlds to expand the Republic's reach. That was why he was here with Tobias Dracks, looking over the station and seeing if the Republic's funding into this project and the defenses for it were worth the time. They were VIP guests to the installation, one which held a fleet around it in protection and soldiers on the station itself, meant to act as rapid response troops, though a number were here today to put on a show for the DVs.

As was part of these displays, was the fleets that sat in the emptiness surrounding the station, commanded by those few who found themselves standing between the outside galaxy and the entryway into the Republic itself. Things had been quiet for the fleets, so most stood at their positions with relaxation crawling over them. After all, the Republic had few expressed enemies and did not expect an attack at an outpost that had been kept quieter and was not expressly mentioned in the news sources throughout the Republic.

This was not a military outpost with all that said, a few Jedi able to be found in the halls of the station itself and civilians or trade ships docking to get repaired, refueled, and their crews rested. It was meant as an outpost to protect and expand the interests of the Republic after all, and that meant the people of the Republic. It was defended and watched over though, and those that entered would have a careful eye kept on them, just in the off chance they meant harm to the station.

And yet, with everything as calm as it was, Alexander couldn't help but scratch at the back of his neck. The nervous tick more often tipping him off when something was about to happen that did not work out well for him. He could not see anything wrong though and continued on the tour he was being given with his other Political officials, wondering why he felt this way.

Not knowing that in a few short minutes, everything would change, and he would be a target alongside those with him.

After all, what better message to send, then taking out a senator or two.

And it was that message that a force of pirates, anti Republic Volunteers, and Local Warlords wished to convey. Bringing a small but powerful force to the Station and the Manufacturing planet it rested above, intending to strike at the Garrison on the ground as well as the station above. Its fighters and the small fleet intending to hit the strategic sector that the planet resided in.

(Objectives)

Republic Forces

Fleeters - Defend the Station and the Sector from the attacking forces, rout their fleet and send them running!

Ground Pounders - Defend the VIPs and the Station itself, repel all infiltrators and boarding parties seeking to destroy the station or assassinate the senators. In addition to the Station, the Garrison and Manufaturing centres on the planet's surface need to be defended and protected. (VIPs are Alexander Sannes, Tobias Dracks, Noah Corek)

Jedi, Civies, and Others - Help the Ground Pounders and Fleeters where you can, rescue those that you can and get them out of there, or if necessary, evacuate the station should the damage become sever.

Have fun all, and make sure to make it a good time!

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Manage the Jedi

Jedi were not what they had been. The New Republic looked at Jedi much differently than the Alliance. And while Coren was working with the Shattered Jedi, he was doing his best to provide figureheads for the Praxeum and Academy Networks. But that didn’t mean his reach was limited, no the Jedi Master was a card carrying member of the Silver Jedi and hoping to assist the New Republic Jedi. Today, he had issued a call out to all the Jedi who were interested to make their way out to the border of New Republic space, the system of Wakeelmui. He had heard a call that there was a station under distress. The YT-2000 Tachyon Rising landed on the station, and Coren lead a few Jedi and Alliance-in-Exile support teams into the main hangar.

Porter, the white-and-orange astromech that was Coren’s constant companion followed the Jedi. Wearing a combination of Jedi robes over the dark Alliance armor. A Jedi general, Coren was using this trip as a training exercise as well. Not everywhere in the galaxy was a fan of Jedi, and the Alliance was one of those places. Sure, before Endgame, the Alliance was friendly to the Jedi, now… it depended on everyone individually. The Republic was accepting but they weren’t rolling out the red carpet.

“Alright folks, we need to get moving, check the stations systems, weapons, and the rest of the ships. We’re here to help stabilize the situation, and help those injured. And if you are up to the task, the Republic soldiers can use our assistance. We can shield the soldiers, and advance our own call.”

The Jedi Master nodded. “Let them know who you are, and where you’re from, show them what you can do.”

 

[Tobias Dracks]

The senate seemed like they were on edge about this whole sector being brought into the protective shield of the Republic. It was of no real importants to the Vice Chancellor at the moment, he was more worried about securing the worlds like Alderaan, Corillia, or even Denon if they could. However, Senator [member="Alexander Sannes"] of Carida was sure the this was a good test for their new Frontier Space Outpost to also increase the range of the Republic Navy.

The Reforming of the New Republic Navy was still in the works, the rank of Grand Admiral was still difficult to fill as none of the other Admirals would listen to a singular figure like they did the Chancellor. However, the man was one of a kind as he had alliances to all factions in the Core and was really just a lucky draw of choice. Finding someone like General [member="Alyson Halle"] who could rally the many officers under a singular command. It did not help that much of the Republic was made up of mostly older model ships of which many still needed repair before being put in commission with a new crew. The new ships they had were small in number and without the help of planets like Mon Calla or Kuat it would be a slow roll out.

He only continued to follow the Senator, "Seems your project for expanding our borders thought these outpost is working out for the better, we could possibly get to Vortex sooner then expected, and create a wall for the Core Worlds of Republic Patrols."

He looked through the halls as he was followed by Senate Guards flanking him. Being a man of his rank required that any time leaving the capital would be accompanied by the elite protective detail.

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

The funding required to get this station up and running was quite extensive, the construct being similar to the wheel in the outer rim, but more higher class. His own governed planet, Balmora being the main contributor to construction with it's heavy industrial facilities and wealth being ideal for the outpost project to help expand into more open area's of space instead.

It was a project Harley had provided support to, even if it didn't turn any real profit, the business owner did have to play the part of the charitable part every now and then. Regardless, the whole event also provided an new opportunity to mingle with other VIP's from around the Republic and other important people from outside their borders.

First things first he need to meet up with [member="Tobias Dracks"] and [member="Alexander Sannes"] whi were making way to the large meetings area's, the Echani senator turning the corner, blue eyes falling upon the two individuals as they conversed with one another. It seemed Tobias was not skimming on a guard detail today, the man being flanked by a small entourage while walking through the hallways.

"Hmm perhaps I should invest in a small guard detail as well", even as a force user and competent fighter having a small elite force to keep himself safe would be beneficial, perhaps they could help out with the arms trading business.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Alexander Sannes"] | [member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] | [member="Giddean Kuat"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"] | [member="Kell Lane"] | [member="Marx Zinder"] | [member="Hannah"] | [member="Adrik Morgan"] | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Robert Praxon"] |

Space. The final frontier. These were the voyages of the starship Ayrix. It's continuing mission was to house the holocrons, books, memorabilia and paraphernalia of the dark side as it glided through the black abyss of the Outer Rim colonies, stopping only to collect fuel so as to continue it's endless journey through the cosmos whilst it's Lord and sole occupant, save for the skeletal crew of droids, rested in contemplation in search for answers to the Force.

Dropping out of hyperspace into the area of space of which the Republic station was located, the Ayrix headed on a bearing towards the station. It's automated crew of droids had already sent hailing messages to the station so as to request permission to dock and for fuel to be supplied.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

New Republic Ship Endeavor
| Paelleon-class Star Destroyer
| Tags: [member="Edward Thane"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Hannah"] | [member="Tilesa Seth"]

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"Who ordered the Blue Milk Run?"

Seriously, the Commenori and the Sith-Imperial Bloc were clashing just a few parsecs away and what were they doing? Waving the gorram flag in Wakeelmui System, that's what.

When he'd agreed to head up one of the New Republic's Starfighter Strike Squadrons, he thought that there might actually be some worthwhile things that they'd be striking. With the fall of the Galactic Alliance and the losses suffered by the Rebels and the Resistance, it seemed as though democracy was dying in darkness. The Kathol Outback had become even more of a wild frontier than it had been, if such a thing were even possible. And the youngling knight was still skeptical of the Silver Jedi's motivation in the wake of their sudden abdication of the planets in the Tingel Arm.

It had taken years, but the embers of the Republic appeared to still be burning. At least on a handful of worlds who had the will enough to try and re-create a new Galactic Senate. A new forum in which peace and diplomacy might have opportunity to succeed.

Now they needed to seize some initiative and instead they were...

...waving the gorram flag.

Oh well. Flight hours were flight hours. "Jerek, why don't you take the next CAP?" the boy remarked. Blue 8 and 9 had been out on patrol for awhile now. A quick glance at the status board showed that their fuel status was starting to dwindle.

Sor-Jan could launch Jerek with a wingman, then get 8 and 9 back on deck for refueling.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Two T-85 X-Wing fighters circling the perimeter.

Four hours patrolling the Wakeelmui system.

Seven ultra-violet radiation spikes recorded.

Eleven Republic Navy line and capital ships grouped in formation Delta-16.

Thirty-seven percent fuel remaining.

Fifteen passes around the station and its companion planet.

Zero unknown contacts on sensors.

Monotony was nowhere on the recruiting poster for the Starfighter Corps. Even among the Old Republic's Jedi Starfighters, the pitches involved words like daring or noble, and phrases such as control your own destiny or defend the Republic. What they should have included was endurance or boredom, and phrases such as spend hours in a cockpit or watch a panel of lights until the lights change. No one pitched the harsh realities when looking for young, enthusiastic recruits, and rarely was there anyone to counsel the graduated recruits into staying the course for a reason other than sheer obligation.

This was not to say that Jerek did not enjoy flying a starfighter. He loved it, he loved the thrill of flying in space with only a thin suit and hull between him and the harsh vacuum, he loved the adrenaline rush from encounters with enemy fighters or ships, and he loved the hardware serving as an equalizer of capabilities and turning the combat into a game of space dejarik more so than sabacc. And if he needed a reason to stay the course he had so willingly and eagerly chosen, it was simply that flying had become more of a religion to Jerek than the one he owed his verbal allegience to.

But if there was something Jerek did not enjoy about flying a starfighter, it was the monotony. Four, creeping on four and a half hours on patrol now, Jerek had catalogued, counted and coaxed every ounce of stimulation he could get out of the experience. Yet still there was more monotony, more to endure. He was supposed to remain alert, watching for any unknown contacts, for any anomalies, for any indication that the new Republic's interests here were being threatened. He was failing at that.

For one thing, the T-85's practically flew themselves. A slew of automated features, plus the addition of an astromech droid named S3-8C, meant Jerek's purpose at the moment was to be a pair of organic eyes attached to a brain stem, and that was basically it. The T-85 could handle its own maneuvers, unlike the J-1 interceptor he was used to, where all three axis were controlled strictly by him, the throttle pedals pushed in hard without the aid of algorithmic prediction, and the craft did not chide or admonish him for executing dangerous maneuvers, it merely did what he told it. The small computer aboard the J-1s were for managing the rudimentary life-support and sensor systems, performing the complex mathematics so its pilots could focus instead on flying and shooting. The T-85s, on the other hand, seemed to have a computer system for everything, down to maneuvers and predictive targeting based not only on a library of encountered enemy designs but a learning system that could find solutions for a new design on the fly.

If Jerek wanted, he could program the next dozen or so laps around the Wakeelmui's perimeter and meditate or do breathing exercises to pass the time. If he were truly reckless, he could even read a holonovel or nap instead. The fighter was just that automated, and it could even be programmed to alert him if it detected the activity he was supposed to be watching for. At some point, it was hard not to feel like a droid merely masquerading as a living being.

Instead, he was checking the ammunition stores for the sixty-second time, verifying that they still read 97.2%. They had read 97.2% upon his departure from the Endeavor, and 97.2% at the end of the reload sequence inside the hangar bay. Why the stores only read 97.2% instead of 100% was something Jerek wondered for the sixty-second time that day, sixty-third if he counted the moment after loading when the load crew double-checked and claimed the loading system confirmed he was full. It was something he would have to bring up with Hannah, the squadron's flight engineer, before the next patrol. Until then, the pilot expected he would check the stores another few dozen times, and each time wonder once more why the system was reporting an incorrect value.

Shaking his head to clear it, the heavy pilot's helmet that the Republic insisted he wear making his movements more sluggish than he preferred, Jerek reached up to thumb the comm system and set it to the shortband, intra-squadron channel. He had to break the monotony, and he could think of nothing else to do it with, even the cheery pattern of the computer's voice and the piped-in warble of S3-8C's mechanical responses had become rote and unremarkable. Perhaps the company of the only other living being for kilometers would help him survive the remaining patrol hours. "Blue 5 to Blue 7, you holding up all right?"

[member="Tilesa Seth"]​

 

[Edward Thane]

A single Praetorian-Class Star Destroyer loomed a good distance away from the station, drifting idly through the void. Its captain stood at the helm, looking over his personal datapad routinely while also imbibing in his semi-private vice. Possessing a preference for fine Ariondight vintage the officer took any dull moment to partake. And this was one such dull moment.

Why such a ship would be required here is truly unknown, the massive weaponry and durable hull might deter the most aggressive of pirates, but not the most foolish. "Keep your eyes on the sensors, if something does appear I want to be the first to know," he called to an officer, using a thumb to swipe across the datapad.

Having Blue Squadron assigned to him was a more recent affair. They were unfamiliar, an untested element, and Thane did so prefer to know what was in his possession. Personnel files could only scratch the surface, providing a list of details, names, and information, but not their true potential. What perturbed him the most was the age of two of the squadron individuals. Age often equates to experience, but not always. The young can grow a lot in just a few years, for he surely did.

"Sir, a single ship has dropped out of Hyperspace," an officer spoke, causing Thane to turn his head toward the approaching ship. The datapad updated with their hail and request, causing the former Imperial to furrow his brow.

Opening a comm channel to the commander of Blue Squadron he spoke bluntly. "New presence, I need your Squadron prepped and ready in case more appear. Order those currently deployed to provide a distant escort."

With that he turned to those with command over the guns and gave a short nod. "Train weapons upon it, but do not fire." Perhaps he was being overly suspicious, but he would rather be caught prepared in the event of this going south than unaware.

For now he awaited word from the station as to how to proceed.

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Hannah"] | [member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Ella Nova"] | Alexander Sannes

 

[Tilesa Seth]

Always something liberating about space, or just the new line of work. Though Tilesa was pulled from her train of thought as her comms flared up, it was rare for the Arkanian not to answer her comms even if it seemed like the most minuscule thing:

"Holding quite fine, Blue-5."

Leave it to Tilesa to actually sound like she was enjoying herself just circling around the void of space doing nothing. Routine checks meant little to the Arkanian and were not but automatic to her now. Being able to have the freedom to enjoy space and not just be hauling around diamonds from the mines was something that made her always appreciate work like this. Those blank whites of Arkanian eyes looked out to void: always did enjoy just looking at the Universe, so wonderfully vast.

[member="Edward Thane"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Edward Thane"] |

Ella was playing with the ice in her Gizer Ale when the screen in front of her flashed red. Sat in the center of the bridge atop a throne that would cater to any Sith Lord, Ella had several relays and screens situated around it that updated her on the ships systems. The Ayrix's sensors had just picked up that another ship in the system had just trained weapons upon her. A flash of anger scarred the Sith's vision as she stared at the screen in front of her in disgust.

Checking that the Ayrix was still on course to dock with the station, who had accepted her transmission and had cleared her to dock, Ella then averted her gaze to another screen and begun to type. Sending a hail to Thane's Praetorian, Ella waited impatiently for her transmission to be accepted. She wouldn't accept her ship have guns pointed at it.

 

[National Extremist]

Location: Deep Space Listening Post
Objective: Prevent Republic Take Over
Time: 1032 Galactic Standard

-- "Commander, the "Independent Thought' has reported they have found the Republic Invasion Force." Stated one of the Bridge officers.

-- The Red Coated Officer was standing on the Bridge of the 'Neatherworlds Fire' only a jump away. This was a starship in the service of the Core Worlds Protection Armada. He knew this section of space was in threat, and the scouts were now confirming their intel. "Ensign, inform the fleet to hump to the scouts, inform the fighters to prepare for battle."

-- The bridge began to sound to an alarm and a red and yellow blinked while the crew began to scurry around the bridge to prepare. The small battle group got into position and sent the ready signal to the Captain of the lead ship. Once ready they jumped to the Republic Frontier Station that was their single secure station in the system. They vanished into the stretched out strings of light.

-- "FIRE!!"

-- Once out of Hyperspace, the small battlegroup launched their weapons system towards the station and the defending ships. They joined their Corvette in the system that was noticed by the defensive station.

Terrorist Attack Fleet:

Spoiler

1x Quasar Carrier
3x Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser
2x NH18 "Blade Runner Corvette"
3x Katana Class Corvette

6x Squadrons of Sentinel

[member="Alexander Sannes"] | [member="Ella Nova"] | [member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Edward Thane"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

New Republic Ship Endeavor
| Praetorian-class Star Destroyer
| Tags: [member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"]

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The boy's comlink came alive as the destroyer captain called down to the hangar bay.

"I need your Squadron prepped and ready in case more appear."

"More appear?" the tow-headed youth uttered aloud, talking to himself. "More of what?" the boy asked, continuing to ramble even as he pulled a monitor around and punched up a feed from the Endeavor's current com-scan read-out.

New contact.

"Order those currently deployed to provide a distant escort."

The boy just gave a slight tilt of his head in silent acknowledgment. Blue-5 and Blue-7 were currently flying a combat air patrol of the carrier. Safe bet was, the two fighters were already headed out toward the contact even before Thane had called down. But, he'd definitely confirm. Because if they weren't moving in that direction, they needed to be.

Bringing his arm up, the boy tapped the wristlink as he spoke back to [member="Edward Thane"] and answered, "Yes, sir. We'll be ready."

Closing the comlink channel, the youngling knight gave a sharp whistle that resonated across the hangar bay with surprising clarity. As he got the flight deck crew's attention, the boy raised his right arm and gave the common hand signal to indicate roll out. As he did, the crew snapped into motion. Plane captain's ran to their starfighters, as fuel handlers and ordnance technicians darted under and between the various fighters.

Looking around the flight deck, the boy stopped a nearby technicians. "Find [member="Hannah"] and then get a shuttle loaded up as a refueling plane in case we need to top off on pa..."

The boy's words were cut off as a loud klaxon sounded through the ship.

General quarters.

Pushing the technician off to get moving, the boy gave another shrill whistle even as he raised both arms and waved them to signal that they should begin launching.

One by one, the X-Wings were launching off the deck, as the boy jogged over to where his own starfighter. A telekinetic assisted movement ferried the youth from the deck to the cockpit of the starfighter. The canopy closed down over him as the boy started cycling the systems and buckling himself into the flight harness.

Behind him, the BB unit was loaded up into the astromech compartment, signaling the final series of flight checks as the board started switching over from red to yellow. Even before the amber indicators had started to turn green, the boy was guiding the starfighter up off the deck. As the first couple of checks were completed, he was already guiding it out of the hangar in a steadily increasing velocity that continued even after he had shot out from the hanger.

The contact board was a bloody mess of contacts.

Whoever had jumped in had launched fighters. So, here's where the fun began. The boy keyed the comlink.

"This is Blue Leader. We are weapons free. Repeat: weapons free. Accelerate to attack speed and lock S-foils in attack position."

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Squad Mates: [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="Tilesa Seth"]


Hannah paced herself evenly, her bright red eyes targeted one of the Star Fighters and with an almost impossible reflex she ducked low and swung her body forward to get beneath and over to the other side. Her tail lightly tapped the X-Wing's belly and Hannah placed her tools down with a nod of approval. An intense focus rose within her, tools appeared in her hands and within moments Hannah already sunk herself deep into repairing the X-Wing next to her.

Parts loitered around her and Hannah's jacket laid hanging from her chair a few feet from her work bench. She slowly worked upwards through the hatch of where a Astromech Droid would had been fitted throug, but Hannah carefully maneuvered herself to fix one of the issues within that part of the fighter. The Cog girl's tail happily swung from side to side, nearly tapping the hull with each swing until Hannah finally lowered herself and moved herself to work on a different part of the fighter.

Even as an alarm went off, the poor Cog Girl was too focused on her work to pay attention to the sudden increased hustle from the rest of the crew. In fact it wasn't until a friendly technician had tapped her shoulder did Hannah stopped her repairs. Her tail nearly took out the poor Techie but she managed to harm no one and the technician explained to her that Commander Sor-Jan had requested for her.

Hannah bowed to her crew mate in thanks for delivering the message and quickly boarded the X-Wing she had nearly finished repairing to contact her superior. I need to test the Comms on the X-wing. Hannah reached for Sor-Jan's Commlink, "-Commander, this is Enginseer Hannah, reporting." Hannah chirped, her fingers fiddled slightly with the Comm's wiring to make sure it was outputting correctly.

 

[Tilesa Seth]

Weapons free

That word usually had come to mean it was time to stop enjoying the stars. It wasn’t like Tilesa didn’t notice the fighters coming in, her white eyes had glanced down at the impressive amount of fighters and craft swinging their way the second they had shown up. Now came up the problem of seeing how quickly she could burst her fighter to the rest of the Squadron.

“Blue-Seven reporting, trying to swing around. Designated meeting point?”

Tilesa had taken the opinion of hitting them at once would be best: always quick to jump on an idea, of course she simply was eager to get started on some of the more exciting parts of flying.

[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Edward Thane"] [member="Jerek Zenduu"]

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Blue-7 signaled back, and it was hardly the stimulating conversation Jerek had been seeking. He sent back a quick acknowledgement, but it was half-hearted. He was so new to the squadron that he wasn't sure if their coldness toward him was the result of something about him, or just the squadron itself. It was always awkward interacting with adults, as a padawan he was better trained than some of them, but rarely ever acknowledged for it, treated instead based on his age rather than his skill.

As he flew onward into the darkness of space, Jerek's gloved hands tightened around the controls of his T-85. His entire body itched with the desire to prove himself, to show the others that he wasn't just a kid; he was one of them. What were they doing here, anyway? A million more patrols wouldn't expel the First Order thugs from Commenor, wouldn't smash the raiding fleets of rogue Mandalorian clans, so what was the point?

Jerek's answer came swifter than he might have hoped, as the panels inside his cockpit lit up. Nine new contacts appeared on the screen, big contacts. Entering the system behind Blue 5 and 7, way behind them in fact, which made the boy grip the controls even tighter in frustration. The contacts were close enough, however, for his sensors to catch the pouring of fighter squadrons out from the invading fleet.

Definitely not someone who dropped in just to say hi.

Before he could open the channel again with Tilesa, Jerek could see her fighter swinging around. Good, she'd seen them, too. He executed the same turn, bringing up his speed once his vector was aligned with the invaders. It was only then that the orders from Blue Leader came across, confirming what the boy pilot had already known. This was a combat situation, and the gloves were officially off.

"Blue 5 to Blue 7, I'm eyeballing a squadron of TIE Sentinels. Marking them for you, let's get an appetizer before the rest of Blue Squadron steals our lunch."

His T-85 wings opened up, forming the iconic X shape for which they were named, as he barrelled towards the incoming ships. Jerek spent a moment readying the other components he would need on his fighter, and checked the ammunition stores one last time. 97.2%. Good enough, thought the boy as he aimed for the TIE squadron he had marked for his wingmate.

Twelve TIE Sentinels, bundled in a rough formation, streamed toward the Republic's station and defending fleet, who even now were mobilizing to meet the hostiles' advance. Approaching from a flank angle, Jerek aimed his fighter across his marked squadron's vector, timing it so his closest approach would cover the maximum spread. And when he was close enough, he fired, four laser canons blasting magnetized balls of plasma'd Tibanna gas towards the enemy fighters.

The walls of Jerek's T-85 rattled with the kickback of his weapons, the thrust of his engines, and the war cry spilling from his mouth.

[member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="National Extremist"]​

 

[National Extremist]

-- A large array of Fighters left the carrier and zipped around the empty void. The Fighters were quick to their surprise attack on the New Republic Ships. The Cruiser and Corvettes made a direct attack for the larger star destroyer that was protecting the station. Long Range Missiles and Laser Cannons were let loose from the vessels and were sporadic at best. They were quick however, moving in to take up positions closer to the battle to have their closer ranged weapons into their preferred area of attack. The Terrorist Fleet was here to make it not worth the Republics attention.

-- Fighters were able to get the jump on a small patrol of fighters that were near their Hyperspace Jump point. Green lights were greeted by the blue haze of Shields and then the fireworks of the destruction of two Fighter Wings. It was at this point that a squadron made a curved swing as they turned to make an attack run on [member="Jerek Zenduu"] and [member="Tilesa Seth"] marked in their blue fighters. Even before they were able to get a lock on the enemy fighter pilots they let loose and fired their light fighter cannons.

-- The rest of the Fighters made a run for the Hanger Bay as [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"], and the rest of Blue Squadron were being launched. [member="Hannah"] and the other in the ship would feel their feet shake. The other fighters moved in to taking a strafing run they were greeted by the Destroyers more powerful shields that protected the Hanger Bay. They could only pull off as they attempted to get into position for another attack on any that could attempt to leave the safety of the larger vessel.

-- From the Carrier as well while the attack on the Destroyer made for a good distraction and the fighters were keeping the others busy a small detachment of 3 stolen Commuter Freighters made a rush for the Station in an attempt to board the New Republic Frontier Station.

Terrorist Attack Fleet:

Spoiler

1x Quasar Carrier
3x Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruiser
2x NH18 "Blade Runner Corvette"
3x Katana Class Corvette

6x Squadrons of Sentinel

[member="Alexander Sannes"] | [member="Ella Nova"] | [member="Edward Thane"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Tilesa Seth]

Gritting her teeth Tilesa quickly banked with her fighter to avoid the incoming barrage: unnecessary, but she'd rather have been safe than sorry. Besides...the Arkanian had gotten an idea. Rushing through the possibilities of what could result from it she had deemed it the best course of action. Launching out a hand she quickly flicked the comms right back on, not the most protocol compliant action, but she'd rather keep the young pilot informed.

"Blue-7 reporting, I'm going to try and hit them from below. Think you can still hold them at the front still?"

Her own little less than proper pincer move, she had enough trust in the boy despite their few meetings: he was in the squadron, so how bad could he be? Though....considering she was already moving beneath them it was very much up to debate how much choice she was handing to the matter. Eagerly she hoped for [member="Jerek Zenduu"] to actually be enough of a hothead to keep front heading. Probably knock out a few of the little eyeballs too.

@National Extremist [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

Location: Inbound to aid Blue Squadron
Allies: [member="Tilesa Seth"] @Jerek Zendu, [member="Hannah"], [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

Fleet: Second Relief Force

Spoiler

The Skyfall - Infernus Class Heavy Cruiser - 900m
Apollo Class Interceptors - (5)
Rendili Starfighters - (12)
Scurrg H-7 Bombers - (12)
Umbra Class Dropships - (16)
Shard Class [SIZE=12pt]droppods[/SIZE] - (16)
Glaedr - Hapan Battle Dragons - 500m
Rendili Starfighters (24)
Aurek Class Interceptors (12)
Shield of the Core - Hapan Battle Dragons - 500m
Rendili Starfighters (24)
Aurek Class Interceptors (12)
Nebula - Cluster Class Heavy Frigate - 400m
Quasar - Cluster Class Heavy Frigate - 400m

Aithne impatiently paced on the deck of the skyfall, put there by her father to oversee the operation due to the more intensive need her father was placed in these days. Sending a small relief force to help the ships at Wakeelmui was necessary though which is why she had been sent. To tell the truth, she was not fit for large scale engagements, knowing that her place was only where it was due to her heritage. She could do as necessary, but she much preferred working in the shadows, knowing this was more her brother's speed.

But he was busy with ruling a planet and preparing to become a father, leaving Aithne to take up the slack on aiding their father until the Republic Navy had a collection of captains and admirals that could operate and work without inefficiency. The captain of the praetorian in orbit was one such individual that was under the eyes of her father, a man named [member="Edward Thane"]. She did not know how the two had met, not knowing of the Dark Hand, but Solan showed interest in the individual.

That cause her to pause knowing how fickle Solan was about trust.

The thought was cut off when the captain of the flagship spoke up, breaking her focus and bringing her back to the moment. The ships of the task force leapt out from hyperspace and right into the thick of it as she observed what was going on from the bridge. She could tell that there was already a handle on the situation but also that her ships needed to get into the thick of this quickly.

"Cut off those freighters now, we can't let them board the station. Have the Glaedr and Shield of the Core launch their fighters alongside our Cluster class frigates, and move them into position to protect the station. After the fighters are launched, have the Glaedr and Shield of the core retain their position around The Skyfall. I want us right up beside those ships holding in defensive actions against the enemy fleet."

She paused, watching the squadrons moving.

"Get me in contact with the leader of blue squadron, and prep my fighter to be launched. Apollo Squadron will be joining the fray. Divert the communication to my personal comm set once established."

With that she turned and made to leave the bridge, ready to get down to the hanger and join the fray in her own fighter while the captain maintained the fleet combat that her father's forces were familiar with.

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

As a small boy, Jerek had watched Dash and Elias bother a hole in a tree, from which a bee would emerge every so often. They challenged each other to dropping in successively larger objects, watching the bees fly out from the disturbed nest. Eventually, Eli found a stone that stunk of something rotten, and as he tossed it in, pulled on it with the Force to drive it deep into the beehive. The tree erupted, bees streaming forth with their buzzing wings bent on revenge, sending the boys sprinting for safety.

Like then, the TIEs buzzed angrily towards him, and Jerek felt the urge to run to safety once more as they spit green fire out towards his starfighter. Instead, he held fast, letting the Force guide his instincts where necessary to spin away and weave out of danger. He didn't need to put much effort into it, the TIEs had shot blindly and were counting on painting the boy's flight path with a spray of laser cannon fire rather than anything precise.

The TIE maneuver was not unexpected. But his wingmate's was, Tilesa's voice crackled over the channel with her intentions. Jerek called back to acknowledge with a, "Roger, Blue 7."

He didn't have time to map out her intentions in his mind, as the TIEs ahead of him closed the distance. They were down to half strength from his earlier strafing run, but the squadron still had enough bite to be a threat. Keeping his rudder stick moving, Jerek's fighter weaved and bobbed, sending lobs of red laser fire towards the enemy fighters as he drew their fire to him. Two fighters exploded from his efforts, but the realize prize was those laser cannon beams that lanced upward from Telisa's fighter below.

A whoop sounded from the boy's voice, celebrating the small win. One enemy squadron down! But it was small, there were several more wings of fighters swarming the station and fleet, and it was only a matter of time before Blue Squadron was overwhelmed. Until then, however, Jerek was determined to keep up the Republic's defense of the system, so he re-tightened his grip on his control stick again and turned his fighter in an arc back towards the defense fleet.

"Blue 5 to Blue Leader, one bandit flight is Krayt Orbalisk. Coming back in on your point six five."

Just then, the space before him lit up with the flash and blur of color that signified ships emerging from hyperspace. The boy sucked in, waiting for his systems to alert him to more bandits on his scanners, his heart beating loudly in his ears. Then their IFF indicators turned colors and all was quiet. He glanced at the screen, his breath held, to confirm what he already knew to be true. He let out his breath as his shoulders slumped from the release of tension at the realization. That the four ships that had just entered the Wakeelmui system were Republic Navy.

The cavalry had arrived.

[member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] | [member="National Extremist"] | [member="Aithne Charr"]​

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

New Republic Ship Endeavor
| Praetorian-class Star Destroyer
| Tags: [member="Tilesa Seth"] | [member="Jerek Zenduu"] | [member="National Extremist "]| [member="Hannah"] | [member="Aithne Charr"]

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The BB unit gave a whirling chirp behind him.

Pulling up, the young Anzat rolled the starfighter as the S-foils deployed. Then, reaching over to grab the throttle, increased the power to the engines. He felt his body pressed back into the flight harness as the X-Wing accelerated. Taking his hand from the throttle back to the yoke, he used his other hand to reach over and cycle the shields.

"Blue 5 to Blue Leader, one bandit flight is Krayt Orbalisk. Coming back in on your point six five."

As his eyes scanned the various read-outs before him, the boy saw where the BB unit was cycling the power to the weapon systems. Returning both hands to the yoke, the boy flicked the safety off the blasters.

"Here's where the fun begins."

Red bolts flew across the canopy as the boy strafed across the incoming barrage of enemy fighters. The stars were spinning in a dizzying array as the small Jedi performed a tight corkscrew maneuver. Several shots skimmed across the shields, eliciting a shrill screech from behind him.

"That was too close," Sor-Jan muttered under his breath, pitching the fighter into a tuck-and-roll that brought him up from behind several of the enemy fighters.

The sudden arrival of a whole host of new contacts on the targeting computer distracted him for a moment. Then the IFF lit up with the familiar encoding of Republic forces.

Keying the open comlink, the boy greeted the new arrivals. "Glad you could make it! Please make yourself at home."