Public Flight from Tapani [Jedi - Rebels - Heroes]

[Emissary of Strife]

Sith have attacked the Tapani Sector, throwing many worlds into chaos and forcing refugees to flee towards the Southern System. Desperate convoys filled with thousands of innocent lives hang in the balance, many without even the basic supplies to survive on their own for very long. Numerous distress signals and calls for help flood the holowaves.

FREGO SYSTEM

Hundreds of ships - most of them light freighters - have arrived in orbit of Frego. The wealthy, independent world has refused to provide more than token aid, leaving many of them stranded low on fuel and essential supplies.

To make already dire matters worse, a Sith Covenant frigate has been nipping at their heels, escorted by Vulture Squadron, an elite starfighter force responsible for acts of piracy throughout the Tapani Sector, and now beyond.

Without much-needed aid, thousands of lives may be lost...

Spoiler: OBJECTIVES

Objective One: Provide fuel, food, and medical aid to the refugees; help them find safe passage to sanctuaries across the Southern Systems and elsewhere. [No PvP]

Objective Two: Thwart Vulture Squadron and drive them out of the Frego System. [PvP - dogfighters]

 

[Ride Zannon]

OBJECTIVE TWO
Tags: Ivory | Ufsa'zekhn'narun

A TIE interceptor zipped in the distance, flanking two other TIEs.

At its helm was Ride Zannon - stunt pilot, acolyte. Jedi hunter.

"Vulture Three to Vulture One, I am on your flank. Carry us in." She could barely hold her excitement. Until now, Vulture Squadron had been picking bones from stragglers while the rest of Mercy's armada took the steak.

This attack was finally to be their own, and no one else's. Or at least, that was the plan. Ride kept their senses open to the Force. There was life aboard these vessels, some of sensitive to her calling, but no Jedi... Her hands squeezed the controls, and she pushed the starfighter a little faster.

On the corner of her monitor, she saw Vulture Four at the rear. An odd duck of a vessel, those TIE scouts. RZ wondered why he would bring a recon ship here of all places. Wasn't it obvious? The freighters were stranded, open to attack. There was no helping them. Frego kept their defense forces at bay if they had them.

She opened a channel to Vulture Four, private, so Ivory wouldn't overhear.

"Does that thing even have guns?"

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Tags: Ride Zannon Ivory Ufsa'zekhn'narun
Objective Two​

The Vuto Class Carrier silently exited hyperspace, right on the edge of the Fergo sector, away from the convoy, away from the sith. The Wild Space Rebellion had kept their distance from the Core, but Anthony couldn't let the sith go uncontested.

As he went over his own flight checklist, he looked to the rest of the hanger, watching as the two squadrons of B-wings prepped for takeoff, to intercept the frigate.

It's escort?

A squadron of one.

Anthony's Fighter.

<Gray Sun to Flight Command, prepped for take off. Waiting for the green light.>

<Copy Gray Sun. Flight deck is clear. Kick the tires, light the fires,>

With that, he flicked the ignition switch, and activated his repuslors. Lift the landing gear, stir up the engines, and...

The Bokken Class fighter shot out of there like a meteor. For a good few minutes, he kept his engines burning at full power. He needed to close the distance. As he got closer, he flicked a switch. His ECM suite came online, sending out signals that not one fighter, but a full squadron of 12 were on their way to engage the Sith squadron.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Frego System

Hyperspace tore open and released the Republic fleet into the Frego System.

Aurelian stood at the center of the battlecruiser's bridge, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed only in appearance. Two aid frigates flanking him. The stars resolved into chaos. Hundreds of civilian ships crowded the orbital lanes, transponders flickering weakly. Too many heat signatures. Too little movement. Fear hung in the silence between sensor reports.

So this is what abandonment looks like, he thought. Polite refusals and empty coffers. Frego would hear from them soon enough.

"Bring us over the densest convoy cluster," he said, voice calm and carrying. "Aid frigates, break off on my mark. Prioritize fuel and medical transfers. No one jumps alone."

Acknowledgments snapped back at once. The bridge moved with him, not around him. Officers anticipated his needs, relaying data before he asked. He barely noticed.

He keyed the fleet channel. <<All refugee vessels, you are under Republic protection. Hold position and follow escort instructions. We are not leaving you here.>>

The relief that followed was immediate. Voices cracked. Some wept. He shut the channel before it could slow him down. Aurelian turned as warning tones flared. Long-range contacts. A frigate on an aggressive vector. Sith Squadrons fanning out like carrion birds.

Of course they followed them here.

"Launch Rogue and Jedi Squadrons" he ordered. "Screen the aid ships. I want this Squadron busy and blind. Do not pursue beyond the perimeter."

His jaw tightened as pilots acknowledged. Too young, some of them. He recognized a few callsigns. Tapani-born. Same worlds now burning. The thought sharpened him. He stepped closer to the holotable, fingers dancing through projected lanes and jump routes. "Frigate Aurek, take point on the southern corridor. Frigate Besh, shepherd them out in waves. If anyone falls behind, we slow the whole line."

​

 

[Feng Huang]

Feng positioned her starfighter The Lightning Bolt into formation. Prepared to do her part to take on the enemy squadrons. Feng checked to make sure her modified engines were responsive to system check. As always she felt a detached acknowledgement as the system check confirmed she'd stripped some of the defences such as Flares, 29 L ECM Package for standard Jammer and the Burner Deflector Shield. This was to give her the extra speed she preferred in the engines.

Most fighters felt apprehension going into a dogfight, not Feng. Feng felt giddy, nervous yes, but the sort of excitable nerves one gets when they're about to do something fun.

There was a part of Feng, a small part that may have been slightly ever so slightly worried. Not out of fear for herself, at least not her physical self. Feng accepted the risk that came with a fleet battle to her physical self. It was part of what made things fun. Like a race with stakes.

What worried Feng was herself. She didn't quite trust herself to feel the rush the thrill of up close combat yet. She was hoping that in the almost meditative state she got in the cockpit she would be able to distance herself from the rush, the thrill, the power, the allure of the dark side.

Master Wu said she needed to find balance, her own kind of balance that would see her through her path in life. To be able to enjoy the fight without giving into it. To experience it without immersing in it. To maintain enough discipline and composure to follow orders.

Feng took a deep breath and calmed her mind. Dwelling on her fears before a battle was never a wise move. Instead she let the rumble of the engines sing to her reminding her of her place in this fight. Right here in this cockpit. She felt a small flicker of her smile, as she relaxed.

"Violet Phoenix standing by."

 

[Oskar]

Above Fergo (Objective I)
Tags: Open

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"Oi! Are you dead, son?"

An elderly man, an old Duros, prodded at a tall, gangling human man who sat on the floor in the corner of the refugee vessel's main passenger area. That description of the space was generous. It was just a cargo hold. The old man was certain that the man was dead. He didn't look like he was breathing at all, and his eyes were sunken. When a pair of piercing blue eyes opened to look back at him, though, the man jumped back.

"I am alive," Oskar assured in a calm tone. "Apologies. It seems I've dozed off again."

"Hell," the old Duros muttered. "How in the blazes can you sleep at a time like this... Doesn't matter. Chit went to heck in a hand grenade. Bastards on Fergo ain't offering nothin but pleasantries for good PR. Apparently someone is supposed to be getting us, but we're also just as likely to get blown to the next life. If we pulled off this piece of junk, your ass needs to be awake. Ya hear?"

Oskar stood and picked up his staff, revealing his true height. The old Duros had to do a double take, just to be sure he was processing how strangely tall the man was.

"Would you enlighten me on who we are fleeing?" he requested. "I've slept here since... mmmm, what was that planet called. Calipsa?"

"Bloody hell," the old man huffed. "You slept for that long? Doesn't matter. It's the Sith, yeah? Big shocker there. Now don't go back to sleep, ya hear?"

The tall man nodded, his mind retracing his steps. He had, in fact, boarded this ship before the Sith Covenant rained hell on Calipsa. His sleep was so heavy he had slept through the raid and several days after. It was not uncommon for Oskar to do so, and he hardly seemed bothered by such a thing. The Force would protect him, so he had little to fear. He strode through the vessel and passed by the various refugees with a soft smile on his face. When he passed a crying child seated in a mother's lap, Oskar withdrew a flower from his robes and placed it in their hands. It was dead, of course, having been in his pocket for so long. Even so, the action was so jarring that the young girl was stunned into silence.

Oskar continued on his way, locating the nearest viewport so that he may look out into space. His smile only grew as he looked out into the inky void, his gaze almost looking through any chaos like it didn't exist. A soft exhale escaped his chest.

The stars were beautiful in this system.

 

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Objective One
Tag: Aurelian Veruna​

Fleet Comp:

Spoiler

• Composition:
  • Lead Ship: The Dawnbreaker II ~ Inexpungable Class Command Ship | Command Center/Designated Emergency Room
  • Lifeline ~ Lifelight Class Battlecruiser | Secondary Command/Fighter Command/Primary Hospital
  • x2 Restored Venator Class | Bulwark/Tertiary Hospitals/Escort Carriers
    • Blazing Dawn
    • Shining Dawn
  • x3 Avaduu Class Medical Frigate
    • Hand of Fate
    • Love of My Life
    • Ryothian Rhapsody
  • The Tenacity ~ Consular Class Cruiser | On the Ground Command Center
  • x5 Tenacity Class Cruisers | Hospital Escorts
    • Grand Entrance
    • Storm of Friendship
    • Old Reliable
    • Hard and Fast
    • The Wall II
  • x5 "Predator" Heavy B-wing Squadrons

It had been a long while since The Dawn of Hope had been deployed to do it's originally intended role, let alone seen the core again. Relief was such a strange concept to Zoro, at least in the sense of using military doctrine to do so. Then again, the woman who had set it up was a strange woman.

But while she prepped her ship down in the hanger bay, Zoro was busy dealing with command and control.

The fleet ripped out of hyperspace, to the sight of Aurelian Veruna 's battlecruiser.

It would seem they were finally getting the chance to meet.

Zoro didn't even need to call over comms, as the sight of the Dawnbreaker illicited a response from the refugee fleet.

<Holy chit the Dawn of Hope!>

Zoro, admittedly, cracked a smile at that. For all it's time away, the fleet still had a reputation among former Alliance space.

"Comms officer, send a relay to the Dawns, push forward and create a bulwark between us and any additional outside vector. I trust Gray Sun's squad can deal with the sith Frigate, I don't want any surprise attacks. Have our B-wings create a quarentine zone around the refugees. Nothing leaves unless we want it to. Relay to the Lifeline and Avaduus to get our Roc crews ready for emergancy boarding. We're gonna have to coordinate with the Republic Vessels."

"Aye sir."

Zoro turned to his bridge crew, nodding. "Push us in Salana."

The Dawnbreaker II pushed forward, as a show of Force to any hostile vessel. At the same time, Zoro pushed his datapad to call up the other friendly battlecruiser in the area.

<<This is Former Galactic Alliance Admiral Zoro Igla, Head of the Wild Space Rebellion Navy, hailing High Republic Battlecruiser. Good to see a face not so eager to shoot me on sight for once. I've got a jedi on board happy to meet you, if you'll let her on board.>>