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

​

"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.>>

 

[Dankaia Virkenn]

[]

Sleep Tonight - The Birthday Massacre​

Location: Frego
Objective: 1 - Humanitarian Efforts
Tag: Open


Dankaia's ship pierced the muted clouds of Frego, the planet's surface stretching beneath her like a scarred canvas. From orbit, the devastation was already apparent, cities fractured, smoke coiling into the sky, and makeshift camps clustering across blasted plains. She felt the weight of the Force here, thick with grief and fear, pressing against her as tangibly as gravity.

The Sith had not merely conquered; they had unraveled the lives of countless innocents, leaving despair in the wake of their conquests, and Dankaia's heart clenched at the thought of the suffering she was about to face.

As she descended to the refugee encampments, the true scale of the horror became unbearable. Families huddled in tattered shelters, children's eyes hollowed with more knowledge of pain than any child should bear, and the elders carried the exhaustion of entire lifetimes compressed into months of violence. Dankaia walked among them, noting the vacant stares, the trembling hands clutching meager belongings, and the air thick with the odor of fear and malnutrition.

The Force whispered their anguish to her, a ceaseless echo of broken minds and shattered hearts, and she realized that what these people had left to give the galaxy was nothing but their desperation.

She moved through the encampments with quiet diligence, offering what aid she could while observing the countless small tragedies stacked upon each other like bones in a grave. Tents sagged under the weight of sorrow, makeshift fires barely warmed the shivering bodies, and the constant murmur of grieving voices formed a dirge that seemed to hang in the air. Dankaia's presence was a fleeting light, but even she could feel the almost tangible residue of despair, the echoes of lives ripped apart by the cruelty of the Sith.

These refugees had nothing left but the jagged shards of hope, and even those shards seemed sharp enough to wound themselves.

Yet, despite the pervasive hopelessness, Dankaia's mind worked through every task with purpose, attuned to the delicate balance of survival and compassion. She organized relief efforts, coordinated supplies, and used the Force to calm the most desperate, her presence a shield against the overwhelming tide of fear. Still, as she moved from group to group, she could not ignore the subtle, haunting truth: the Sith's violence had done more than destroy homes; it had fractured the very spirit of these people.

And in that fractured spirit, Dankaia understood the weight of her mission: not only to tend wounds and feed the starving, but to help rebuild the fragments of souls left behind, one fragile piece at a time.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Cybernetics / Bionics
  • Left Hand
  • Cybernetic Brain Chip
  • Cybernetic Heart
  • Cybernetic Spine
  • Cybernetic Rib Cage
  • Cybernetic Limb
• Weapon(s)
  • Lightsaber

 

[Ufsa'zekhn'narun]

Ride Zannon Anthony Gray Sun Feng Huang Ivory​

Azekh’s TIE scout was offset just enough outside of the formation. The cockpit felt calm; not silent per se, but ordered. There was no need to race ahead and announce their intent.

Noise is for those who wanted to be noticed, he thought calmly. Information is quieter..

He exhaled slowly through his nose when the private channel chimed in; though, nothing changed in the Chiss’ expression. The pilot waited a moment longer than necessary, letting their question simply exist beside all the data scrolling along his display.

<<It has two.>>

One slow inhale.

<<They tend to disappoint those who expect them to solve problems. So, they’re secondary.>>

The scout eased forward, but he wasn’t accelerating outright. Glancing sideways through the viewport, he tracked the TIE Interceptor pacing him. Something meant to look fast even if the thing wasn’t moving. Honestly? It looked like a coffin with controls. A cockpit made for dying quickly and no room to think. Peak Imperial engineering?

<<How long before yours stops screaming like it’s being murdered?>>

For all the stray thoughts.. he still hoped Vulture Three made it back in one piece.

Then he firmly grasped the yoked and eased forward, disengaging from formation. The picture ahead slowly sharpened. A ping slipped free.. lazily, one that was angled just off the most obvious vector. Like asking a question softly. A response came back immediately. Data began settling. Fortunately for them, conditions were still favorable.

There you are.

Azekh keyed the squadron channel. <<I’m getting coordinated effort beyond the clutter. B-Wings. The ugly ones. Too slow to hide.>>

The second ping was mistimed. A third followed, right at the edge of where it would be effective. Something to keep them checking or wondering. There was certainly a fine line between commitment and indifference. Anything to buy them an extra second or three.

Once satisfied, he shut down his active sensors and let the scout drift. A thrust drifted the ship forward into traffic, blending in with other signatures and distress beacons, as if to disappear.

Heavy ships, he thought coldly. Heavy mistakes just waiting.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Frego System
Tags: Zoro Igala

Aurelian watched the last of the starfighters peel away from the battlecruiser's hangars, engine flares scattering blue light across the viewport.

"Violet Phoenix is away," a controller reported. Feng Huang

"Copy," Aurelian said. His gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. "Keep her lane clear."

He moved as the bridge moved, hand on a railing here, a quiet correction there. A fuel transfer rerouted. An escort tightened its formation. Aurelian spoke softly, constantly, threading order through panic.

The sensor alarm cut through the rhythm like a blade. "Contact," someone snapped. "Multiple mass signatures. Hyperspace emergence. Close." Aurelian straightened. His smile faded, replaced by something sharper. Of course. He had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Red alert," he said. "All ships, hold formation. Fighters maintain screen."

Space tore open again. Not one ship. Not Sith either. A fleet spilled into realspace. For half a heartbeat the bridge held its breath. Then the refugee channels erupted. Relief. Cheers. Disbelief.

Aurelian frowned. "Why are they celebrating?"

A junior officer was already pulling data. "Sir. That's the Dawn of Hope. Wild Space relief fleet. They've got history here in former Alliance space."

Dawn of Hope. He rolled the name over in his mind. He hadn't heard of this Rebellion or this fleet. Though unexpected allies were better than none. He watched the new arrivals move with practiced intent, forming a wall between the refugees and open space.

A hail came through. Former Galactic Alliance Admiral Zoro Igla, the man said. Wild Space Rebellion Navy. A rebellion, Aurelian thought. Of course it was.

<<King Aurelian Veruna, Royal Naboo Fleet. You picked a fine moment to arrive, Admiral. Your help is appreciated.>>

He glanced back to the holotable, already recalculating routes. <<We're moving refugees out in waves. You're welcome to reinforce the perimeter. As for your Jedi, we would be happy to receive them.>>

​

 

[Feng Huang]

TAG: Ride Zannon Anthony Gray Sun Ivory Ufsa'zekhn'narun Aurelian Veruna Zoro Igala

Feng was almost lost in thought. She was analyzing enemy formations trying to pick out a weakness in their lines. She identified one TIE Scout that was moving well, she resisted the urge to mark it out. Feng had the habit of zoning in on a target, turning it into a competition like a competitive sport or a race. It left her vulnerable to attack or being lured into tight spots. Besides their mission here wasn't to wrack up kill points on a score board, it was to escort the refugees away from here as efficiently as possible. That meant tight formations in a protective screen around their shepherded charges.

Then Feng saw the presence of multiple signatures on her scanners coming out from hyperspace. Feng took a deep breath. Sith reinforcements? That would mean trouble. Feng waited a few tense moments for the new arrivals, wondering if they would come out of hyperspace blasting, requiring swift response. Feng was prepared.

The ships came out of hyperspace. They didn't look like Sith ships. There was a tense moment then cheering from the refugee fleet. Feng relaxed, after a few moments grinned. They were reinforcements alright. Their reinforcements.

Feng didn't pay a great deal of attention to galactic politics beyond a vague sense of which powers rose and fell. She was pleased that this Galactic Alliance Remnant was still keeping up the good fight. A whimsical part of Feng which still believed in somewhat silly childish notions of heroism, couldn't help but wistfully think fighting a rebellion sounded so much more glamorous than fighting on the behalf of a fully formed republic.

She knew what Master Wu would say. That maintaining peace was just as important as striving for it. Still, there was something dashing about being a rebel in Feng's opinion.

"Violet Phoenix, awaiting instructions." Feng asked for a clear set of orders through the comms getting a little impatient.

Truthfully Feng was itching to get a shot at this famed Vulture Squadron she'd heard so much about. It sounded like a challenge! A real challenge. Not just swarms of TIE's she could shake off and dive through cutting a swathe in her wake. Though Feng knew that she didn't have much hope of taking on an entire elite squadron on her own without support.

It was why she was staying so close to her own fleet's ships. That and she reminded herself sternly... well halfheartedly… well reluctantly… that this was an evacuation mission. It was easy for the flyboys and girls to forget that once battle was joined to be lured away to forget to protect the ships they were supposed to protect. Feng couldn't afford to go chasing kills when there were lives to protect. There were children on those ships.

It was this last thought that came over her like a wash of cold air.

"Don't get distracted Feng, forget the prize protect the lives."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Objective 1

While usually mobile, the Spare Fleet often patrolled old Alliance space near the galaxy's core, so they were quick to pick up on the distress calls flooding out of western Core sectors and respond with a flotilla led by Mykel. By now, the GA's fall was old news, but it still troubled the former Alliance citizen to see how horribly the situation had deteriorated, Sith marauders now free to penetrate as deep as Fondor's backyard with impunity.

Ever hopeful, Mykel couldn't deny that the pendulum seemed to have swung toward the dark.

Acting as pathfinder for the flotilla in his personal fighter, he navigated in real time to forge a new route to the Frego system, both to cut transit time and avoid dangerous gravitic anomalies still present in the wake of the Planeshift. With his senses attuned to the Macroverse of celestial bodies and astronomical phenomena, the Consular could sense the violent rifts the Sith had just ripped through the fabric of space-time for their incursion, leaving him queasy with the sensation of great disturbances being unleashed as bridges between life and death were forced open in nightmarish fashion. He was certain of awful consequences to come of this, just like the other aberrations that came about as the Sith continued to warp reality on a galactic scale. However, that was problem to deal with later with a dedicated effort. Right now, these refugees needed him more.

In short time, the flotilla reverted in realspace far away from Frego's outer orbit and any vessels in the area, giving Mykel the space the appraise the situation.

Almost immediately his AI Hecate began to parse comm traffic and transponder signals in the system, populating the holographic display of his cockpit with various formations. There was the Frego home fleet (noticeably full of former Alliance warships), currently arrayed in defensive screens to ward off potential attackers and prevent refugees from reaching planetside. Then there was refugee convoy itself, a mass of freighters and civilian liners joined by both Republic and Rebel relief forces. He smiled at the positive development, pleased to see that the Spare Fleet wouldn't be alone in providing aid and guidance.

Finally, at the fringes lurked a small attacking force of Sith, but for the moment they seemed to be held at bay.

Mykel began transmitting a message through known High Republic and WSR channels to announce the arrival of his flotilla and begin to coordinate to maximize their collective impact.

"Attention to all friendly forces, this is Jedi Commander Dawson of the Spare Fleet. We've arrived with tenders and tankers to assist in ensuring all refugees make a successful transit to their final destination, and we have combat squadrons on standby to provide escort duty as required. We're now maneuvering toward the convoy's rear."

A brief microjump brought the flotilla within lightseconds of the refugees while remaining safely out of the collision envelope, then proceeded to close the remaining distance by sublight.

"Hecate, analyze each distress call and prioritize based on severity. We'll take the worst cases. If anyone's beyond immediate aid or repair, then direct them to await shuttle pickup a direct ferry."

While the Spare Fleet lacked much of the technology and firepower of the High Republic Navy, the civilian led force was exceptionally well suited for the humanitarian mission, chocked full of repair ships and experienced crews well accustomed to making repairs on the fly at scale. As long as they were around, no refugee needed to fear being stranded with the Sith...or abandoned by the misers who called Frego home.

___________________________________________________________________

Aurelian Veruna Feng Huang Zoro Igala Dankaia Virkenn Oskar​

 

[Lord Ki]

Objective I:
Give Help, Pay A Debt

Fleet:
Guiding-Stone Civilian Dreadnought "Trahentium"
"Leodardo" Factory Command Battlecruiser
Lictor-class Ordinance Cruiser "Ord Redemption"
"COB" Moritat Cruiser Carrier​

"Lord Ki, have you even done this before?"

"Two or three millenia ago...I still can do it. "

"You only got one chance at this."

"I know...standby."


In the "Trahentium", deep within the bowels laid a Sith Ritual Room, developed decades ago before his eventual near death from the Sith Order. Kneeling in the room, a very ancient book started to open up as he felt there was not enough here to complete the ritual...but he knew it must be enough, it has to be enough. With a breath in, he would close his eyes and focus upon the Force. Soon, the entire Dreadnought began to shake as the body of his began to age slowly before the very eyes of his comrades. They knew it was much to ask...but there was a lot at stake. A voice broke out as he opened his eyes, the eyes almost turning grey as the glimmer of space began to rip, bending the fabric of reality into two.

FREGO
Tags: Aurelian Veruna Oskar Zoro Igala Mykel Dawson




​

From afar, a large wormhole would erupt from one of the nearby moons, it was honestly hard to miss as subspace chatter would erupt for a brief moment and hyperwave emitters would go off the charts. Anyone who could feel the Force, even if half a lightyear away could feel the disturbance in the Force as the fabric of reality was bended forward and backwards. While the Dark Side would been known for this, it felt muted, as if subdued, as if something was forcing it to do something unlike its original intention. With a loud whine, the Force Wormhole would be formed as it gave an extremely large Nebula, comprising of large electrical clouds. Slowly, in a Tri-Force like Formation, the four ships, the Dreadnought in the middle, would emerge from the Force Wormhole as it was held up for only a few moments after the last ship had entered through before finally, shutting off completely. The trio of ships, the "Leodardo", the "Moritat" and the "Ord Redemption would soon give hails out as channels would become open one at a time.

​

"This is the Callum Saville, Prince of the Court of Blades hailing from the "COB" Moritat Cruiser Carrier. We are here to assist in mobile ground operations and asset retrieval. We are standing by for further orders and distress beacons requiring mechanized drop units."

"This is Alvis Hafey, Third Generation of the Hafey Family hailing from the Lictor-class Ordinance Cruiser "Ord Redemption", we are ready to assist in defense operations. We will not let any enemy starships slip on by, just give us orders if we got trouble is coming."

​

"This is Angelus Hafey of Angel Arms, the "Leodardo" is ready to produce replacement parts on command. Just give me a list of what you need and I will make sure the transports are filled and ready for repairing. Just give the word and my droids will come flying to you!"

"This is Haon Hafey, the Last of the Metal Lords of the Void. Commanding the Civilian Dreadnought "Trahentium", I will take in any people that need a home and assist in any evacuation efforts. This city ship has plenty of rooms and no occupants, let me just say, this is my large apology letter for being a pain in the ass in the past. The rooms are open!"



Chatter around the system would be a strange mix of whose who of characters, people and perhaps ghost of peoples past. A majority of them, most notably the Hafey Family, has not been in seen in decades. They would slowly move forward but have all weapons powered down, most notably though the Dreadnought had no functioning weapon systems. Inside, deep in the bowels, Lord Ki would give a rasp breath as he stood up in the middle of the room, looking out towards the planet as he gave a small gentle smile. Muttering something about having come home, he took a small step forward before collapsing onto the ground, echoing in the ritual chamber.

 

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Tag: Aurelian Veruna Lord Ki Mykel Dawson​

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

As the twin Venators moved into position, The Dawnbreaker II shifted, prepping for what came next. All the while, Zoro tapped his fingers on his armrest, listening to the chatter.

<<King Aurelian Veruna, Royal Naboo Fleet. You picked a fine moment to arrive, Admiral. Your help is appreciated.>>

<<Copy that, Your Majesty. Dawn of Hope will be prioritizing wounded, we've got three medical frigates and our Battlecruiser Lifeline on standby to receive. Other fleets can focus on refugees, we'll deal with the injured. I'll be sending you a data link to our battlenet AI, so we can coordinate patients. Our droid brains are going to be focusing on documenting everyone.>>

With a quick push for a few buttons, Zoro signaled his intel officer to send over the stream, a secure commlaser fired over to the Naboo Battlecruiser.

<<As for our Jedi, she'll be heading out ASAP, on the Consular Class Tenacity. It should be hailing you here soon. I'll let her introduce herself when she arrives.>>

"Attention to all friendly forces, this is Jedi Commander Dawson of the Spare Fleet. We've arrived with tenders and tankers to assist in ensuring all refugees make a successful transit to their final destination, and we have combat squadrons on standby to provide escort duty as required. We're now maneuvering toward the convoy's rear."

"This is Haon Hafey, the Last of the Metal Lords of the Void. Commanding the Civilian Dreadnought "Trahentium", I will take in any people that need a home and assist in any evacuation efforts. This city ship has plenty of rooms and no occupants, let me just say, this is my large apology letter for being a pain in the ass in the past. The rooms are open!"

Two more fleets, one with a ship that dwarfed everyone elses. As the comms chatter lit up, Zoro wondered how big of an operation this had become. A prime target for an ambush, that's what it was.

"Nayaka, send word to the Dawns to put up CAP, around the entire area. I don't want Imps or Sith popping in unannounced. Send coordinates for escape vectors on all ships, we need to get out of here ASAP if something hits us."

"Aye sir."

"Sir, hanger command is telling us the Tenacity has taken off. Master Si is heading off."

And there it was. Their jedi, prepping for her first real diplomatic mission.

Zoro let out a sigh as he watched the stars shift. This was gonna be a long day.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Aurelian Veruna​

There was a bit of a nostalgic feel as The Tenacity took off from the hanger of the Dawnbreaker. Her original ship, now doing what it was actually designed to do, for once.

While the approach was quiet, Jonyna used it as a chance to meditate on the Force, reach out and scan the intentions of every soul in the system. Who was hurt, who was just scared. While she couldn't sway the outcome, a quick headcount would do her wonders for her own peace of mind.

Soon though, they arrived. The Nabooian Battlecruiser was a sight to behold as they entered the hanger bay, Jonyna taking a moment to center herself, as she walked towards the loading ramp.

A breath, and she stepped down. Hopefully, someone was there to receive her.

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Location: Frego System
Tags: Zoro Igala | Feng Huang | Mykel Dawson | Lord Ki | Jonyna Si

Aurelian keyed the fighter channel as soon as Violet Phoenix settled.

<<Violet Phoenix, copy me,>> he said. <<Fly the convoy lanes. Any Sith craft harassing civilians, you engage and peel them off. Priority is protection, not pursuit.>>

<<Be advised. Rebellion fighters and former Alliance squadrons are operating in the area. Keep comms open.>>

He cut the channel before impatience could creep into his voice. The bridge had grown louder. New transponder codes bloomed across the holotable, layered and overlapping. More fleets. More help. Aurelian exhaled through his nose, something close to relief catching him off guard.

So they're still out there, he thought. Still showing up. A calm, measured transmission cut through the chatter. Aurelian turned toward the comms pit. "Route that to me."

He answered without ceremony. <<Commander Dawson, this is King Aurelian Veruna of Naboo. Your timing is excellent. Thank you for coming. Take the convoy's rear and assist the worst cases. We'll coordinate lanes.>>

He glanced once more at the tactical display, then straightened. "Commander Hanne," he said to his second, "you have the bridge. Continue evacuation protocols. Do not let this turn into a brawl."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Aurelian was already moving. If a Jedi was coming aboard, he wanted to meet them himself. Curiosity tugged at him. A rebellion with discipline. Jedi who traveled with them. Interesting ingredients.

The hangar bay smelled of fuel and hot metal. Guards fell into step beside him without being asked. He waited as the Consular-class shuttle settled and the ramp descended.

A Cathar stepped down, calm and composed, eyes bright beneath striped features. Jedi. No mistaking it.

Aurelian stepped forward, smile easy, assessing. "King Aurelian Veruna of Naboo," he said, offering a respectful nod. "Welcome aboard. I hear you're with this Wild Space Rebellion."

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