Drop Your Socks and Grab Your Throttles [OP-ACA Raid]

[Ayden Cater]

Tensions along the Protectorate-Authority border were at an all-time high thanks to the recent invasion of Naboo. Reconstruction efforts were still underway, though had progressed considerably farther than Druckenwell. Tensions elsewhere kept the Protectorate from committing a large military force to any attacks as of yet, but that didn't mean they were keen to sit back and do nothing in the interim.

Protectorate intelligence had discovered the date and location of a convoy that was carrying TibannaX and other valuable military supplies to an Authority base. This was an opportunity they could ill-afford to miss. So plans were quickly drafted. Four convoys would pass near Druckenwell on the Corellian Run. It was the perfect spot for an ambush.

Near an unassuming nebula, the Protectorate task force lay in wait. A single Stalwart-class Heavy Interdictor was in the projected path of the first convoy. Within it were several gravity well projectors, prepped and ready to pull the Corporate Authority convoy out of hyperspace. Of course the convoys were protected, and with some serious firepower. Intel reported that they would have at least a Gunray-class Star Destroyer and two Sickle-class Heavy Frigates; pretty serious firepower for cargo held in Subach transports.

But that was why the Stalwart had escorts. A single Antilles-class Star Defender was flanked by two Unyielding-class Command Carriers, their small statue belying the considerable firepower they brought to bear. Other ambush groups of similar composition lay in wait to snag the other three convoys. Once the convoys were brought out, the Protectorate capital ships would engage the escorts while fighters jumped in to disable the transports before they could flee the perimeter of the gravity well projectors.

On the signal, the interdictor activated its gravity wells. A split-second later and the Corporate Authority convoy was forcibly jerked out of hyperspace. They did not have any time to gain their bearings before the attack began. The Antilles opened fired on the enemy Star Destroyer with its massive Javelin hypervelocity cannons. Twin explosions came from its bow, sending six slugs out to kiss the hull of the disoriented Star Destroyer. Their shields were fluctuating from the sudden drop, so the slugs tore into the hull to devastating effect. Great holes were ripped into the ship, atmosphere forcibly blown out and set aflame before the void of space consumed it.

However, despite the surprise attack the Corporate escort ships were quick to get their bearing. The two Strike corvettes immediately set out to engage and distract the Antilles while the Gunray rotated its damaged portion away from fire and sent an returning volley of turbolaser fire. The Protectorate cruisers moved to intercept the frigates. While this was happening, the convoy was attempting to make a break for it. And that was when the call went out for the Protectorate fighters to jump in.

[member="Lydeck"], [member="Riley Stryker"], [member="Miles Varden"]

[member="Irys Arist'lar"], @Any other ACA folks that want to hop in

OOC: If any ACA folks want to board the Antilles to try and blow it up, just lemme know ahead of time and I'll work out an opening for you to board.

 

[Miles Varden]

Sitting in the cockpit of his Paladin, mikes had been waiting for the green light to take his squadron into action for the first time. Then there it was, the convoy was ripped from their travels and the first strike was given, that's where the rest of them came in. Punching the throttle, the Paladins screamed into the void as the enemy frigates made to defend the transport. Dodging incoming fire from the wounded enemy destroyer and seeing friendly fire screamed overhead, out to meet the frigates with unfriendly fire.

"Valkyrie-1 to all wings, aim for the engines, disable that transport before it escapes the gravity well."

The Paladins locked into attack formation and punched the thrusters to maximum to start their attacking runs.


(http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30358-os-g3-paladin/) - Paladin


[member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Lydeck"] [member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Barkt Melan]

Well, that was interesting.

It happened that two of the ships in this particular convoy, a pair of Subach-made pieces loaded with Tiabanna and some other gasses, were here. He had been sitting quietly in his Holepunch when they dropped out of hyperspace. He knew something was wrong as the Protectorate ships opened fire. Leaving the cockpit to the pilot, he left for the rear of the ship. The cargo bay only held one thing: a Longarm-class. As he ran the few checklists before launch, he listened to the comm chatter. Noise from the ACA fleet, other sounds he didn't know. Switching to his company's he called into the mike. "Angel 1 to transports. Talk to me."

"Transport X to Angel 1. We're alive, but coming under fire from Protectorate forces."

"Transport C to Angel 1. We are currently safe and behind screen."

Sighing, he honed in on the transport currently in danger. A stream of laser fire flew past as a Protectorate fighter missed it's shot. "No you don't." he muttered, letting the ship's repeating blasters light up one of the ships in [member="Miles Varden"]'s squadron.

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles' HUD lit up as Wing-4 blinked off the list in his dash. Another letter he'd have to write home to the family. Miles turned to see an incoming fighter, spraying the formation. Miles banked left, followed by the other ten in his squadron, they all made for the single fighter...

"Wings-2-6-8 and 10 break formation on my mark and head for the transport. Use your boosters to get there ASAP. Aim for the engines like before. The rest will come with me against the enemy fighter"

"Affirmative" came a chorus of responses from the squadron.

Miles lead the charge, all wings began firing as soon as his Paladin began spitting laser fire. They made for a passing run at the fighter, and as they zoomed by, "Mark."

Four of the Paladins broke formation and hit the boosters, launching off into the void after the transport. At a sunlight speed rating of 1, they were the fastest star fighters around. The break-off squadron reached the transport quickly, and began their attack.
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"Wing-2 to Breaker, use MESG-1's to stop the engines. We want it in one piece."

The breaker squadron launched 8 of the subduing missiles right for the engines of the ship. As the first impacted, the transports shields flared, but the other missiles then began to overwhelm them, sucking the power out of the ship and slowing it to a crawl. The gel dispensed from the missiles coated the engines and surrounding aft portion of the vessel, draining it's systems and allow the fighters to take aim with their laser cannons and Proton cannons.

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Miles and the remaining Paladins turned every-which-way to reorient themselves on target with the single fighter. They would come from every angle the enemy pilot could see, 6 on 1 and with better weapons and shields, the Paladins would soon dispatch the craft and move passed him onto their original target.

[member="Barkt Melan"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Well, this was going to be very interesting, and quite amusing for Riley. He had piloted a fighter before in his life, but that was when he was in the process of training to become a soldier. And it had been a long time since he took a fighter for a drive because he was only focused his energy and time on the ground. Was much more easier than be in space, in his opinion it was. But, he volunteered to join a Protectorate Raid against an Authoriry convoy that contained supplied for a military base, or so said the Intel covered by Protectorate Intelligence.

"Let's see if I can remember how to drive," he said to himself as he entered the cockpit of his Paladin Fighter and started the engines and systems of the vehicle. He, like Miles and other pilots began exiting out of the carriers and other Protectorate ships from their respected fighters, interceptors, bombers, etc.

Exiting out of the Unyielding Carrier he began heading towards one of the four convoys which was an order for pilots, and it was up to the Antilles to direct its attention towards the escorts of the convoys. "All right, boys, aim for the engines of the convoy so it can be a sitting duck,' Riley began ordering his squadron, " after that we head on to the next one. And fast!"

After orders were given his squadron and Riley formed into an attack formation and accelerated towards the convoy they were targeting.

[member="Barkt Melan"] [member="Miles Varden"] [member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Xalus]

While the two major governments duked it out in the void of space, Xalus sat contently in the Cerberus. Aside from the explosions, the screams lost to space, and the light bustle of the droid crew working behind him, it was pretty peaceful and serene. He didn't like that, especially not on a mission. Although the droid crewmen could communicate through verbal means, it was more efficient and wasted less time for them to merely use electronics or the signal system in the Cerberus.

"Take that one," Xalus commanded to nobody in particular, jabbing a gloved finger at a Tyzzeph-class ship near the rear of the formation. He was sure that one of the officers had heard his orders and they were silently being completed immediately.

He was right.

The Cerberus veered off of its course to strike the seemingly unguarded vessel. As the rest of the ACA escort vessels began to redirect their focus towards the Protectorate attackers, Xalus would have ample opportunity to snag a catch. This wasn't going to be an extremely hard one - but this little tug obviously had some fight in him. Its small amount of flak batteries began firing at the Cerberus, flashing red and blue as they made contact with its deflector shields.

As the armed freighter moved closer, the turbolasers and laser cannon batteries began pinpointing their fire upon the defense emplacements.

 

[Irys Arist'lar]

OOC/ Recapping to make clear our position. Sorry, you'll mostly be fighting NPCs!

"Roll us!" Irys screeched across the bridge. The Serenity was back in drydock following Naboo, and so she had taken the helm of her old ship the Majesty. And now, thanks to Omega hypervelocity cannons, it had dirty great streaks through its armour plating once again. Her fur bristled. The Gunray gracefully rolled and returned fire. Already her keen mind was going through data coming out of analytics: simulations, approach vectors.

"Slow spiral approach, keep our narrow profile towards the big guns, keep the pressure on that Antilles!" she ordered. The capital ships closed on the Omega vessels and started to exchange fire.

She sworn even more when the Omega fighters dropped into realspace behind them. She'd only left an escort of two squadrons of TIE Raptors to guard them. The droid fighters were brilliant at formation flight, with their exceptional situational awareness. However, once split up into smaller pockets they were no match for human pilots.

"Clever," she mumbled to herself, seeing that they'd used their own gravity well to perform such a precision jump.

"Admiral, we have another ship closing. Not identifying as Protectorate!"

"Unidentified frigate, state your intent!" she called out to the vessel over a clear channel. She was answered a moment later as it began to fire on one of the freighters.


[member="Xalus"]

 

[Xalus]

While these droid fighters that had diverted their attention to him were good, the droids manning his flak cannons were just as good. Their little formations and wedges were nothing compared to flak flying through space with nothing to stop it besides cold, hart durasteel. By the time the flak batteries of the Cerberus had began firing, the point defense emplacements and quad laser cannons joined their cascade of death.

"Shall we deploy our own fighters, Taz?" The mercenary cocked a concealed raised eyebrow to the tactical droid next to him.

"They shall perish, master."

And with that, twenty four Callan-class and another twenty four Cutter-class attack craft began dropping out of the hangar bay. All the while the turbolasers and ion cannons continued their pounding on this almost hapless freight vessel. Most of their defensive armaments had been annihilated by the precise accuracy of droids and the Cerberus neared even closer to them now.

[member="Irys Arist'lar"]

 

[Miles Varden]

Punching the throttle hard on the OS-G3, Miles and the other pilots raced for the first transport. The first team had dissabled the engines and now it was time for the next part of the attack. Miles armed his Proton torpedo launchers.

Wings 3-5-7 and 9 launch Proton torpedoes at your will. Immobilize that ship and so I may send word to the admiral to start the boarding party.

As fighters from the enemy escorts raced out to meet the Paladins, Miles and the four other fighters launched their torpedoes and broke formation to take on the incoming forces.

Wings 2-6-8 and 10 stay on the ship, ensure no one but us gets on board.

Miles arched high as two fighters fell in behind him, firing. The cockpit rattled as explosions from the incoming fire scrapped the shielding of the Paladin. He turned right, then decelerated rapidly, firing the reverse thrusters to send his opposition screaming passed him. Now behind and turned predators to prey, Miles lit up his viewport with laser fire. The first of the two going down in a fireball until the vacuum erased the life of the explosion in its void. THe secodn pilot was slightly more lucky, but only slightly as his wing had been clipped and he began to lose control. He banked hard right, snapping the wing completely, locking the pilot into the death roll. An easy shot, Miles added another to his kill list. H returned to his squadron as the other wings engaged the ASA fighters in the blackness of space...

[member="Riley Stryker"] [member="Ayden Cater"] [member="Irys Arist'lar"] [member="Barkt Melan"] [moving on from Barkt since its been over 24 hours.]