Ayden Cater
Grumpy Goat
[member="Prellon Adras"], [member="Maira Varan"], [member="Knight"]
You wake up to the sound of alarms ringing loudly. The entire room shudders and the lights flicker as the unmistakable sounds of feet stampede outside your quarters. Upon opening the door, you see dozens upon dozens of people running past. Many look terrified. They're the easiest to spot in their civilian clothes and lab coats. Others run with a purpose. They're the ones running in black uniforms with gold accents, weapons in hand. Above you, the station's intercom comes to life.
"All hands to battle stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Sith forces have broken through the outer system perimeter. Sith fighters are attacking the station. Their main fleet is five minutes out. I repeat, we are under attack. Get to your posts." You're one of dozens of recent transfers, and you haven't officially been assigned to any position yet. On a whim, you decide to head up to the station's bridge to talk with the commander and get your orders from him.
The hallways are cramped, but you manage to shoulder your way through. Panicked though they are, most of the civilians know well enough to get out of your way as you come charging through. View ports all over the station, designed to give a spectacular view of Corellia below, show a world in flames. The famous Gold Beaches, visible from orbit, were mere accents to the battles that ravaged the capital
Once you make it to the station's bridge, you come out of the lifts as explosions rock the station once more. Briefly you make out the retreating forms of a dozen droid TIE fighters as they scream past from their attack run. In the center of it all, still as stone, stood an instantly recognizable man. With his broad rim hat, long duster jacket, and signature cigar in hand, Ayden looked every bit the serious fleet commander he had come to be known as.
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ayden turned and gave a small smirk. "I was wondering when you'd get here. Thought I was gonna lose the betting pool on whether or not you'd sleep through the attack." Any traces of humor left his face as he turned to the holographic table beside him. Displayed in flashes of blue and red were the ships in orbit around Corellia. "The Sith vanguard showed up unannounced twenty minutes ago. They knocked out damn near everything in the opening attack; planetary shields, long range communications, power generators. So we're basically all that stands between Corellia and a fiery subjugation."
He brought the cigar to his lips and took a deep draw before continuing. "We've got fighters and bombers making passes at the station and the orbital shipyards. Most of our fleet is locked in an engagement with the bulk of the Sith forces at the edges of the system, but it's not looking good. They're outnumbered nearly four to one. We're already getting reports of Sith capital ships breaking off from the fight and making straight for Corellia.
Now we have some capital ships still in orbit. A lot of them were in drydock undergoing repairs when the attack came. Most of them are still unusable in a fight. The bigger ones that were usable have already been claimed by the other transfers." Looking over, Ayden gave a half apologetic shrug as if to say 'Be on time next time' but said nothing else. "We've got a Warden-class Heavy Cruiser that's still missing a captain, as well as an Incus-class Escort Carrier and an Excubitor-class Cruiser if you want to keep pace with things.
"We have the resources, I'll give you six Blockade Runners, three Nebulon B7s, and a Telum Mk II frigate for support. Remember; more Sith are coming so we need to clear these fighters out as quickly as we can and secure the space above Corellia. They'll likely get their reinforcements here before we do, but that's just the name of the game this time. Pick your command ship and get to work. Dismissed."
You wake up to the sound of alarms ringing loudly. The entire room shudders and the lights flicker as the unmistakable sounds of feet stampede outside your quarters. Upon opening the door, you see dozens upon dozens of people running past. Many look terrified. They're the easiest to spot in their civilian clothes and lab coats. Others run with a purpose. They're the ones running in black uniforms with gold accents, weapons in hand. Above you, the station's intercom comes to life.
"All hands to battle stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Sith forces have broken through the outer system perimeter. Sith fighters are attacking the station. Their main fleet is five minutes out. I repeat, we are under attack. Get to your posts." You're one of dozens of recent transfers, and you haven't officially been assigned to any position yet. On a whim, you decide to head up to the station's bridge to talk with the commander and get your orders from him.
The hallways are cramped, but you manage to shoulder your way through. Panicked though they are, most of the civilians know well enough to get out of your way as you come charging through. View ports all over the station, designed to give a spectacular view of Corellia below, show a world in flames. The famous Gold Beaches, visible from orbit, were mere accents to the battles that ravaged the capital
Once you make it to the station's bridge, you come out of the lifts as explosions rock the station once more. Briefly you make out the retreating forms of a dozen droid TIE fighters as they scream past from their attack run. In the center of it all, still as stone, stood an instantly recognizable man. With his broad rim hat, long duster jacket, and signature cigar in hand, Ayden looked every bit the serious fleet commander he had come to be known as.
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ayden turned and gave a small smirk. "I was wondering when you'd get here. Thought I was gonna lose the betting pool on whether or not you'd sleep through the attack." Any traces of humor left his face as he turned to the holographic table beside him. Displayed in flashes of blue and red were the ships in orbit around Corellia. "The Sith vanguard showed up unannounced twenty minutes ago. They knocked out damn near everything in the opening attack; planetary shields, long range communications, power generators. So we're basically all that stands between Corellia and a fiery subjugation."
He brought the cigar to his lips and took a deep draw before continuing. "We've got fighters and bombers making passes at the station and the orbital shipyards. Most of our fleet is locked in an engagement with the bulk of the Sith forces at the edges of the system, but it's not looking good. They're outnumbered nearly four to one. We're already getting reports of Sith capital ships breaking off from the fight and making straight for Corellia.
Now we have some capital ships still in orbit. A lot of them were in drydock undergoing repairs when the attack came. Most of them are still unusable in a fight. The bigger ones that were usable have already been claimed by the other transfers." Looking over, Ayden gave a half apologetic shrug as if to say 'Be on time next time' but said nothing else. "We've got a Warden-class Heavy Cruiser that's still missing a captain, as well as an Incus-class Escort Carrier and an Excubitor-class Cruiser if you want to keep pace with things.
"We have the resources, I'll give you six Blockade Runners, three Nebulon B7s, and a Telum Mk II frigate for support. Remember; more Sith are coming so we need to clear these fighters out as quickly as we can and secure the space above Corellia. They'll likely get their reinforcements here before we do, but that's just the name of the game this time. Pick your command ship and get to work. Dismissed."