From Ashes

[Junko Ike]

[member="Silver"] Jedi Order

Junko had helped plan it with her cousin, a chance for them to move in and while not claiming the world they could work and help it recover, they could push to restore the balance that had been taken away by others actions... and they would get to do something as the newly remerged Order of the Silver Jedi. A small thing, something so simple to many but it could give them a serious advantage before she tapped on a couple of the displays. "Are these accurate?" She was curious, she wanted to make sure they were not going into a trap and of all the worlds that the silver jedi themselves could roam onto to help liberate from the One Sith while they were fighting these rogue sith.... It gave them hope and some ideas.

The sound of her Yovshin as they were working with their blades and there were other Silver Jedi around them. Sticking with it and providing them a better level of comfort when she could see the starlines retract. A small fleet of ships from the Order of the Silver Jedi were here to engage the sith forces in orbit and Junko spoke. "Lady [member="Relina Zhan"] if you would clear us a path we will start landing down on the planet itself and bringing some of the changes about." She was bringing teams of jedi and ranger's with them so they would be able to provide here on the planet. She was looking to work with some of the others when they went after the temples on the planet themselves.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Junko Ike"]

Everything Goes (Ferry Corsten)

The Hapan and Gallinore/Paragon fleets blasted out of hyperspace above Tyhon, composing themselves in formation. There were two Wyverns, two Supernovas, twenty-two Gammas, forty-three Terminuses, Thirty-six Rlodnirs, and twenty-two Nova-Class cruisers. The Hapans were able to spare this much for this foreign affair while the majority of their military forces were busy mobilised in quarantine in the Transitory Mists in case of enemy incursions. Relina had not requisitioned the entirety of the Hapan Royal Navy, sadly. There was a part of her deep inside that would have preferred to just completely flaunt the might and grandeur of what the otherwise quiet Hapes Consortium had been cooking up for the last few centuries.

Each Hapan world within 5 parsecs of either of the two major hyperroutes that lead in or out of the Transitory Mists had blockaded the inner territories of emission-nebula no-man's-land. Incidentally, The Hapes Consortium was only ever able to maintain any degree of isolationism historically because of the mass shadow cast by a star-forming neblula, which choked the only two routes in or out, forming exploitable bottlenecks the Hapans were known to jealously guard. There were at least five full fleets at these choke points with pulse mass mines laid even deeper into the highly ionised nebluosity, primed to yank any would-be interlopers out of hyperspace prematurely and right into the Royal Navy's blitzkrieg range. The Queen Mother was no fool: She was working off of a hunch that perhaps some Sith may try to seek refuge in her realm... and this she could not allow. If they were fool enough to tempt fate, there would be blood. But until an incursion occurred, the Consortium's territory was under self-imposed quarantine; No one went in nor came out without military escort and Her Majesty's permission.

One Terminus squadron in particular seemed to be leading the pack; a unit of seven silver fighters lead by the Ducha of Gallinore herself. "Admiral, we are in position. All ships accounted for." she said, counting the sensor readings, knowing the numbers she expected to see.

"Proceed with the countdown. All battle groups assume attack co-ordinates." the Admiral, a seasoned veteran of advancing, but well hidden age, said. Like most Hapan women, she aged well, but her good looks did little to hinder her competence in battle. This was just another routine day at work.... and she loved her job. Turning from the view-port, she gave a wave of her hand and ordered, "Commence operation!"

"Firedrake to Angel Squadron, You are clear to proceed. We will provide tactical data and supporting fire for both space and ground operations. All fighters commencce operation."

The Firedrake was a Supernova battle cruiser that functioned as an AWACS as well as a battleship. Being Relina's assigned carrier,, it would also function as her squadron's de facto base of operations. "Acknowledged, Firedrake. Angel One, standing by."

"Angel Two, Standing by"

"Angel Seven, Standing by"

"Angel Six, Standing by"

"Angel Three, Standing by"

"Angel Four Standing by"

"Angel Five, Standing by."

With all fighters accounted for, Ducha Zhan turned toward the planet, arming her weapons in case her Angels were to be hindered during the decent to provide close air support for the Jedi and allied troops on the ground. "Angels, Lock and load. Weapons hot! Set s-foils to attack position."

"Yes, My lady!" They all said in unison. behind them, Gamma Class support ships were preparing to launch troops via orbital insertion to the designated landing zone while the bulk of the naval forces spread out into blitzkrieg position. All hell could break loose in a matter of minutes.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Reshmar"] [member="Lyth Meran"] (bring the walkers)

Junko could see it as she stayed int he fleet ready for a fight, wanting to work with them and oh damn Relina was bringing the heat and the fire. All of the work that they were developing was a dangerous thing on the planet. She watched most of it before she was bringing the ship about to head down tot he planet. Sending in soldiers, rangers, jedi, robots, ships and all of the noise they could to go after the sith temples that were there on the planet. They wanted to ensure that they would be able to secure part of the world and get anyone in terms of strike teams in there to help go after the other places and temples. Secure it section by section, area by area until the world was secured and they could use it to their advantage. The force storms created by the world when the alignment shifted was a possible and big thing that they would be able to use to their advantage. THe stealth ship heading down gave her an advantage while Relina got to lay in with the fire on all of them.

 

[Lyth Meran]

A tiny fighter sized ship appeared over head fallowed by two larger freighters
then a transmission popped up.

[ HO HO HO MERRRRRY LIFEDAY. this is Fairy claus and i bring heavy ordnance. ]
giggeling the fairy leaned back in her cockpit.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Lyth Meran"]

The Hapan ships Began scanning and selecting targets, what few there were for the moment. However, The Royal Navy wasn't fool enough to leave its backside unprotected. Long range scanners were deployed along with sensor drones to ensure they maximised their coverage of the operational area and to establish an early warning array in case reinforcements arrived, as expected. The small flotilla, the Hapan Command on station assumed, was likely calling for any available backup. This was surely a mere appetiser.

The Admiral gave the order to jam all communications not transmitted on allied frequencies, which would at best serve to negate comm-privacy. As for tactics of fleet combat, the orders were to cripple and seize the hostile vessels as primary priority, destroy if seizure was not possible or not practical. Boarding crews were assembled in full arms and armour and were loaded on the spare support ships, each given a hostile ship to target for hard-dock and hijacking. There would be three Gamma-class support ships to each hostile ship of of cruiser size or reasonably larger, less if smaller, more if capital ship size or larger. The rest of the Gammas on station would remain so until needed.

The Supernova-class Frigates and Nova-class Battle cruisers, being faster, more streamlined warships, would be ordered to take broadside positions, battle-blades and bridge shields extended, PDLs on stand-by, and ion cannons angled on target. Many squadrons of Terminus star fighters were launched with the bulk of Rlodnir bombers on stand-by until needed. The premier Hapan aerospace superiority interceptors would take formation-flight, weapons hot and on stand-by. This would be the backbone of the Royal Navy's control of the operational space. A portion of these ships would remain on stand-by, however, to face incoming threats from outside the system, using the early warning array of sensor drones as well as their own dedicated sensors to give them the ability to react when necessary.

The Wyverns and the Battle Dragons they dwarfed were there primarily for the eventuality of open combat from a larger force of larger ships. However, for the moment, orbital bombardment had not been forbidden of them, either. Such an order was not yet given however, with the primary focus being on what hostile ships existed in the planet's vicinity for the moment. One of the Wyverns, the Ouroboros, took aim at the largest ship in the hostile flotilla with his twin triple-link Ion Cannons with the intent of disrupting the ship's shields to start the party. At the order, Ouroboros fired two salvos at the ship; two salvos of searing, ion-dense plasma that would deal little in structural damage, but would wreak havoc on shield systems and, when the ship was exposed in short order, would go on to disrupt flight control, weapons, life support, and a host of other ship systems. The Hapan Royal Navy's ancient pirate roots were evident here.

The support ships, heavy with boarding crew, sped towards their targets.

Meanwhile, the support ships carrying drop pods and ground assault personnel followed the Angel squadron's planet-ward trajectory. When they reached insertion altitude, the voice on the comm advised them of their mission. "Lances First through Sixth, prepare for hard-drop. The orders are to secure a landing zone and sanitise the operational area. Take heed. Once you leave the ship, you are on your own until orbit is sanitised. Acknowledge."

"Order acknowledged. GET TACTICAL, MARINES!" A female officer, likely a Cyborg Warrior from Charubah, replied.

"You're going to be dropped in behind enemy lines on the surface of an alien world while the rest of our fine Navy, including your fellow jarheads, get to fly around above the clouds in clean, air-conditioned comfort, sipping wine and nibbling on Virgilli shrimp. Later they will go down to the planet in a similarly luxurious manner. But not us. Oh no, not today. Pray tell me, ladies and gentlemen, how will WE go?" Came the witty, half-sarcastic response from another lance-leader, a male whose voice, despite his Hapan accent, had a distinct mannerism of speech reminiscent of a drill sergeant

"WE GO FEET FIRST, SIR!" Was the reply from the many, in unison, three separate units as one.

"Some of you wanted to see Sith up close. Well, this is your lucky day, isn't it?" Another female lance-lead asked, continuing the rousing of the warriors. "Am I right Marines?"

" Ma'am, Yes Ma'am!"

"Mmmmhmmm. Damn right, I am."

"Over the insertion point in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Launch!"

​The support ships launched their cargo of Hapan soldiers in drop pods, dropping them over the temple complex... behind enemy lines. Right behind them, The Angel Squadron was on course to follow them in to provide close air support. Streaking through Tython's atmosphere like artificial meteorites, the troops were on their way.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Arisa Yune"]

Junko could hear the orders from the others around the fleet com as she was listening in for problems that might arise. The sith could have made orbital cannons for defense of the world and hidden them... Unlikely but possible as she was moving with her attention on some of the swordsmen around herself. Junko stayed there prepared to duel as ranger's were dropping in from the skies, their aerial gear letting them HALO jump to converge on locations from all angles and dala transports beginning the operations until she developed a very impressive part of it. She was looking at the information and feedback about the Hapen's battle tactics and she a little flush in her robes while she was walking in the immersion area she had made. To keep herself concealed from them until the moment arrived.

"Start tagging the buildings that are not from the je'daii, the bendu or the jedi." Okay so there was a lot but if the sith had built it the jedi could get rid of it... with cleansing fire from a really tall woman with legs for days. Junko was not afraid to admit she was flustered with the idea but the Hapen had captured her interest at the part and now she was giving the jedi princess she dind't normally have. Tactical fleet experience to go with her whole new and awesome designs. Wanting to push forward with a few more ideas here and there as she spoke presenting it. The Yovshin were getting themselves ready for the task as they spread out with beacons and orbital strike rifles. To tag the areas. "Relina we are designating targets now here with beacons, bombers you can spare will have smoke targets with coordinates and orbital stikes will be marked."

Junko was ready for all of it and to give herself even more fun and interesting things now here, with all of it she dropped the immersion and her blade activated with a snap hss and amber light showing the blade as it deflected a shot back at one fo the soldiers. Her hair moving, the princess robes catching the glint of the light from the sun and from the blade. Casting off nicely the aurodium and silks of the outfit with the beauty and grace of it all. Her hairpiece was gleaming so that she looked more pretty and regal then many would expect when she slashed under one fo the blades and disabled the sith apprentice with his severed hand nearby. Junko moved ducking into cover before she kicked away from the wall gliding into a position of cover before some of the ranger's were shooting into the enemy troopers.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Reshmar"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Lyth Meran"]

With what could only be described as an angry, whooshing, whistling sound, the drop pods touched down in a clearing within sight of the temples Junko had been marking with satisfying thuds as the repulsorlifts strained to counteract the inertia. The soldiers inside emerged from their pods, the pins holding the hatches firmly to the pods blowing apart. Both Cyborg Warriors and Space Marines, fully armed and armoured, picked up their gear and moved out; six lances moving as one unit. Each lance was composed of two squads of six soldiers. Junko's forces were't far ahead and already they could hear the sounds of fighting.

Up above, The Angel Squadron had breached the atmosphere and were descending. The transmission was received loud and clear. "Affirmative, Jedi Ike. Angel Squadron on approach. Transmitting attack co-ordinates to the fleet." Relina replied. Just as she was about to transmit the co-ordinates, however, her fighter's proximity alarms sounded. Her R9 unit chimed in.

"Proximity warning. Hostiles approaching, vector 285 degrees."

Looking in the direction of the vector, her Terminus's sensors were picking up a flight of fighters not transmitting a valid IFF signal. She wasn't sure if they had a visual on her yet, but at the current distance between them, the Angels shouldn't be immediately detectable. The low profile, sharp, geometric edges, and graceful bevels of a Type M-808 Terminus tended to not send sensor pings back to its source. Strike raid tactics took full advantage of this passive stealth feature by blitzing a target area and then disappearing from radar again.

"One to Command, we have incoming and they don't appear friendly. Eight fighters of unknown model bearing vector 285 degrees. They look like they are flying top cover and are turning toward the site of our orbital insertion."

​"Acknowledged, Angel One. Data transmission received. Transmitting new IFF data. You are clear to shoot down those fighters, then assist with demolitions if you see an opportunity." The Firedrake replied.

Relina then looked at the one in command, turning to engage. "Acknowledged. Angel Squadron will prosecute." she said and accelerated. It wasn't long before she and her Angels had tone. "Angels, we are red and free." she said, her thumb gently descending upon the missile launch button. "Angel One, Fox three."

"Angel Three, Fox three."

"Angel Seven, Fox three"

The Seven Angels launched their concussion missiles together in union, each one tracking its own target. Expecting evasive action, Relina would then issue her next command. "Break formation. All weapons authorised. Keep them busy until we have an approach vector on the temples."

"Yes, My Lady!" The Angels replied, peeling off gracefully, yet with a hint of aggressive professionalism. The high-speed aerial battle was on.

****

In Orbit, the boarding actions were well underway. Support ships full of fully geared and trained troops were vectoring to hard-dock with their target ships. Seizing these vessels might yield a little information about Sith order of battle, strategic strongholds, weapons research, troop deployment, who knows? Further, their capture would, for what it was worth, swell the allied naval ranks and provide prisoners to interrogate.

The Firedrake would begin launch procedures for a flight of Rlodnir bombers. It would be ten minutes before assault bomber reinforcements arrived on station. The Angels were on their own until then.

 

[Lyth Meran]

Lyth landed om the plannet

Spoiler

" ROLE UP ROLE UP I GOT GIANT WALKERS I GOT SMALL WALKERS I got em you want em. "
she yelled ever wearing a small straw hat.

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Lyth Meran"] (just bring your walkers to the surface) [member="Relina Zhan"]

Junko could see fighters and drop pods coming in as she moved ducking under a sith as his blade came at her with a nod of her head. Prepared to work and protect herself before Junko twirled to lash out with the small stun grenade throwing it into a small area and protecting herself with the force letting it go through her body. She could feel the robes themselves empowering her when she pushed down into the one drop pod using it as cover to get behind one of the marines who was going at the sith troopers. She could help and protect them where they needed it so they would have some surviverability but she wasn't going to say that she was going to be better but there was always a benefit to having someone who can deflect back those shots at soldiers or sabers."Press forward."

 

[Lyth Meran]

(edited sorry.)

" I goy your walkers 4 Bantha's and 7 Dewbacks. you need anyrhing else? i even added a racing stripe. so they will go faster " she joked.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Lyth Meran"] | [member="Junko Ike"]

Edge of Glory (Lady Gaga)

"Splash one, Kill confirmed." Relina said, confirming her missile struck and destroyed an enemy pilot. Two more hostiles erupted into flames as two others confirmed their kills.

"Angel Three, Splash one."

"Angel Two, Splash One."

"Angels, split off and string them along. Don't let them regroup." She ordered as she banked sharply away from the remaining hostiles.

The others mirrored her manoeuvre and once the hostiles spread out, trying to get a lock on the Angels, the Hapan fighters would take aim and fired. Angel Six lit one up with her blaster and ion cannons, destroying him. Angel Seven disabled another with a relentless Ion cannon barrage, sending him falling out of control to the planet below. Angel Four fired a concussion missile at her target, vaporising him as he tried to outmanoeuvre. The remaining two split off, trying to escape the battle.

Angels Three and Five turned too pursue while Relina surveyed the new IFF data... and the marked Temples. "... How long until our assault bombers can demolish these buildings?" she asked the Firedrake.

"Six minutes until Meteor Squardon's estimated time to arrival."

"Six minutes? And by what method of demolition?" she asked further.

"Meteor Squadron is carrying proton bombs. It should be enough ordinance to... Requesting a sitrep on the ground assault, Angel One."

Relina checked her instrumentation and her visual scanning. She also listened to the comm chatter from both the allies and her own military's troops. ".. Things are starting to get densely mixed up down there. A proton bomb run could result in hundreds of friendly casualties." she said, with evident concern. "As for us, we are not weaponised for that kind of assault. Repeat, we are not weaponised."

"There IS an alternative, Command." Angel Four, Lieutenant Taritha "Archer" Schiff spoke up. A Cyborg, she had cognitive enhancements that improved reaction time and combat judgement.

"Firedrake to Angel Four, I'm listening. Please advise."

"Ducha Zhan is armed with GAM-120 Shockhammer missiles." She began, but was cut off by a tactical analyst aboard the Firedrake.

"So are Two and Seven. If you're suggesting a tri-lateral vector, it will not work. GAM-120s don't have the velocity to achieve the necessary penetration for complete demolition."

"Negative, Firedrake. I am suggesting that a descent dead-vertical at 3,833 kilometres per hour will increase missile velocity sufficiently." Angel Four said. "Shockhammer WILL penetrate the temple roof."

".... One to Four, what's the blackout rate at vertical thirty-eight thirty-three? Please advise." Relina asked.

After a brief pause, likely crunching numbers, Archer replied, flatly, "... seventy-three percent."

"Negative, we'll find another way. We can get a droid to fly a spare Terminus and plant the Missile. There's no blood in their quantum veins. they can't black out..."

Relina wasn't going to trust something this delicate to a droid. This was difficult and risky in a serious way, but only a Human could ensure it was done correctly. Droids simply didn't have the judgement that organics did, nor did they have intuition. "Negative, Command, Negative, Mission critical, One will prosecute." Relina said, pushing her throttle forward and pulling up to gain altitude.

"Go, My lady, go...." Angel Six said under her breath. She'd turn to defend along with Angel Two.

"Two, to One: You know I know you can do this, Major. But if you can't bank fast enough at that speed or if you black out, you could kill yourself and alot of other people down there." replied Holland "Lance" Roc, Angel Squadron's number two.

"I appreciate your concern, Holland. I didn't get this far relegated to the seventy-third percentile. I like my odds." Relina said confidently. "R9, give me maximum distance from the ground at release velocity." she added, addressing her astromech.

"Acknowledged." Came the translated voice of her driod co-pilot.

Relina rose in altitude sharply and quickly, her forward--swept wings folding inward to reduce atmospheric drag. She could see a flash off in the distance, that of a concussion missile hitting its target and an IFF indicator with Angel Five on its label. Five would soon announce a splash over her comm. Once Relina got the edge of Tython's stratosphere, she would flip the fighter around so that she was in a nose-dive position before throwing her throttle forward.

"Mach one...." The astromech droid said, counting up the sound barrier thresholds as Relina reached them. She'd have to reach just over Mach 3 to achieve this feat successfully. "Mach two...."

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Relina Zhan"]

Junko was looking at it and the walkers came, from Lyth here on the ground while there was fire raining from the skies and she was impressed with many of the things. Staying with it, staying with a few more of the ideas before she was marking a few more targets and speaking into the comlink. "Relina we are painting targets down here for you and it looks like they are starting to send up transports." She was looking at it and transports were going to get away from the walkers. More troopers to other areas where they were wanting to fight instead of trying to repel with smaller numbers here. A smart play and if they could get Relina to send some fighters to intercept them so that the numbers could continue to deplete when they were attacking everything. "Lets mop them up and bring this thing down peoples." She was rather liking the idea of working with it.

 

[Zak Dymo]

She gave two things: Chits and feths.

And she was all out of feths.

The starship Nadesico was orbiting the planet Tython in a polar orbit, conducting com-scans of the region for any indications of rogue Sith activity. It was also an opportunity to support the Silver Jedi in addressing hostile actors on the surface of the world. Though, for the time being, the woman kept the ship's compliment of fighters and shuttles in the hangar. With the resistance they were facing, the ship's turbolaser batteries ought to be sufficient in addressing concerns.

For a sect devoted to peace and justice, though, Team Jedi seemed to be getting its kicks out of this.

Damn thing looked like ass-kick-o'clock from up here.

[member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="Lyth Meran"]​

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Relina Zhan"] @Aishia Marc

There was more chatter and she saw it coming in, a bomber at the target they had designated before Junko was moving back into cover with some of the Paragon droids and cyborgs who were coming to help them. It gave the jedi knight herself some work to do while they were working on more of the things there. She could see the royal guards as their energy output was designated to scanning and getting some of the designs. She had some fo the technicians with them getting itno the computers to open the hangers and expose them so the teams would be able to flood inside of the jedi temples that were being used and Junko watched them targeting the sith locations with orbital strike beacons for Relina.

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Aisha Marc"] | [member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Lyth Meran"]

"...Mach three." R9's translated voice in a Human-like feminine tone resounded. Relina was within reach of the prescribed release velocity. With the force of the planet's gravity and the steep angle and speed at which she was flying, her blood pressure began to spike as she flightsuit began to work its automatic compression response magic, trying to keep her conscious. So far, it was holding.

"Captian, her blood pressure is spiking!" a flight corpman said, watching the Angels Squadron's vitals. Relina's vitals were indeed showing the effects of high inertia, but she was holding. Inertial dampers kicked in, straining against the increasing first law of motion. The captain shook her head. "It isn't like I can court martial her anyway..." the captain said, barely audible over the open comm.

Relina continued her headlong dive above the targeted temple, one of the larger ones among the complex. Having passed the Mach Three barrier, Relina armed the GAM-120 "Shockhammer" missile, her eyes locked onto Junko's target beacon, her IFF showing a missile lock.

"... Release velocity attained. Maximum effective range in 10... 9.... 8... 7... 6..." R9's voice resounded.

One mistake and it was game over. The Hapan carpet bombing couldn't begin until the fighting could be moved away from the demolitions site. This strike raid, however, would have far less collateral damage... if Relina could pull this off. "Ike, fall back and get out of the way. MOVE IT!" she said gruffly, her voice strained a bit.

".... 5... 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..."

As soon as she heard "one", Relina pressed the launch button. The missile cylinder dropped down just enough to expose the Shockhammer long enough to launch it, just before disappearing back into the fuselage, rotating fresh ordinance into place. "Angel One, Magnum!"

As soon as a missile was launched, Relina pulled as hard as she could back on the stick, trying to pull out of the nose dive. The ship responded on cue, but the inertial forces overtook the damper systems, pressing right into the Hapan pilot. Her ship's safety systems and her flightsuit overcompensating, Relina's vision grew dark, first around the periphery of her line of sight, then progressing inward to form a rapidly closing tunnel of blurring light and colour. Her eyes closed behind her tactical visor and the Ducha fell unconscious.

"...warning! Pilot blackout. Initiating astromech safety override sequence." R9 responded, starting a brief series of code that allowed her to override the Terminus's controls... that is, until she confirmed the pilot was conscious again.

"DUCHA ZHAN!"

"My Lady! NO!"

 

[Lyth Meran]

" Look these things are not my size. any way to get your lot to pilot these fefing things?" Lyth shrugged
as she climbed in to her own custom mech armor.
" so whats the deal here? semes like every time i meet you guys some one shoots at me."

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Aisha Marc"]

Junko looked at the As-Aki and raised an eyebrow before she saw bombers come in. She went over to it with a nod of her head seeing the walker while motioning for two of the ranger's to climb in and she jumped up. "Alright we'll take it and yeah but people shooting keeps you on your toes doesn't it?" Junko laughed a little as it sounded like above them something was happening, something she should know about but she was uncertain about the inner workings of the walker before they were moving through into the one sith forces there. "Fire." She was prepared to work with it and the small As-Aki with her while move bombers were making runs against the transports they had going up bringing forces to other locations on the planet.

 

[Lyth Meran]

[member="Junko Ike"]
" Hay i use it a a sound track to sleep. yeas im looking up a few new walkers

Spoiler

"

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Lyth Meran"] | [member="Junko Ike"] | [member="Aisha Marc"]

Iron Head (Rob Zombie)

In Orbit, two Gamma-class support ships slammed into the sides of the disabled hostile ship. Additional trading of gunfire continued betweenn the two forces, the Hapans using noticeably more ion cannons than anything else. They wanted those ships intact.

"Ouroboros, we have hard-dock!" One of the Gammas' pilots announced.

The soldiers on board primed their weapons, setting them to lethal. The Cyborgs checked their personal shielding, as well. A boarding laser took aim at at the sealed hatch. "Blow the hatch. Kill anything that moves."

The laser fired short bursts, melting down the magnetic locks sealing the hatch. It then fired a plasma burst to breach the hatch, at which moment, the soldiers would rush forward, Cyborg Warriors up front and Marines following behind. The corridors of the Sith ship erupted in a hail of gunfire with two groups of boarders arranged in a pincer formation on two different sides of the ship, to meet at the ship's bridge and seize it.

****

On the Ground the Hapan troops fell back, fighting defensively as the great temple Ducha Zhan just put a missile into collapsed from the inside out. The Missile's efflux trail could be seen as a pale blue point of light streaking downward from the inside of the Temple, the light escaping into view through any opening in the side of the building. There was a blue flash and PAAAAAAAAANNNNNG! The shattering vibrato of a collapsium-baradium detonation presceded the sound of stone and metal braking apart and falling to the earth below. The Temple cracked, rumbled, and then buckled, having lost the ability to support its own mass. The deed was done.

One of the Cyborgs looked up at the walker that Junko was on. "Ma'am, Fall back! Assault bombers incoming to blow this area to the hot place!" She advised, backing off from the area. Her charges would take potshots at Sith troopers giving chase.

There was one sabre-wielder who was rather intent to get even for his temple's destruction. Many blaster bolts from high-powered rifles were deflected and redirected, one of the Cyborgs taking a hit on his shielded armour. However, the Hapan troopers would try to surround the Sith and gun him down from all sides if they could. Of course, they wouldn't simply stop shooting him if he fell.

****

Relina inhaled sharply and her eyes flew open. She was alive and flying almost flat at an altitude of 1500 metres above the planet's surface. "Angel One to Command, to Squadron... I think I blacked out for a moment." she said gruffly. Quite frankly, she sounded hungover. There was a trickle of blood from her left nostril as well.

"Thank the Goddesses. Ground forces are falling back. Meteor Squadron ETA 1 minute and counting. And Ducha... don't do that again."

"Five to One, our sky is sanitised. Welcome back. We knew you could do it... but that could have been worse."

The Assault bombers were closing in, Junko's targeting beacons showing plain as day on their IFFs. The carpet bombing carnage was on. "Meteor Squadron, your path is clear. Friendly forces are out of the firing line. Blow the remaining temples to the three hells."

 

[Junko Ike]

[member="Lyth Meran"] [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Aisha Marc"]

Junko was liking what she saw, a wing came in and she thought for a moment she could sense Relina there and something had happened... her gut was telling her something had happened or that she ate to much rich food... both were entirely possible but she couldn't let her future Hapen Love Slave get hurt when the woman was helping her with things like this. It was all about the give and take and she was willing to give a lot more then the jedi princess was willing to take maybe. just maybe.... though she was happy to see the bombers come in and destroy the building that she was looking at from the cockpit of the walker as they started to turn away the One sith forces. The ships in orbit seemed to be disliking the way the fight was going and with a number of their ships pulled back to fight the rogue sith it gave a chance when Junko had a smile on her face speaking. "Ducha Zhan... find me in my quarters on the ship later I owe you something big for this help and favor." She was looking at it and everyone there with a grin coming up when they were bringing in more jedi to create a foothold on the ground to get more ranger's and jedi here able to get down.