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Mission [GA | NJO] Interception

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I — Ambush

"It was Liberty Gate we first did this, right?"

There was a warble, a trill, and a flash of emotion. Iris chuckled, glancing through the transparisteel of her x-wing towards where Domxite was hooked in. It'd been a long while since she last actually piloted a ship in battle. Too long, in her opinion. It's where she excelled. And felt the calmest. No overwhelming colors, even in battle. Space didn't have the life in it to blind her.

"You got the S-Foils. Let's give them something to panic about."

Not that she needed to say it out loud. Habit at this point. The two were already deep in their meld. Her actions were theirs, theirs, hers. She pushed up the throttle, readied the turbolasers, and joined the battle. Hit and run tactics, weaving in and out of other dog fights to help those the most in trouble before just seeming to disappear. Two minds were better than one, especially when they could understand each other's intents.

-OPEN-
 


Outfit | XoXo
Location | Boarding Shuttle 1
Allies Tag | Hollis Orenn Hollis Orenn Yula Perl Yula Perl Silas Westgard Silas Westgard
Baddy Tag | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren

After covering the breach into the Maw cruiser, the team of Jedi was quick to act and spread out some, covering the various hallways and engaging the enemies within. She trusted those who separated into smaller groups to handle their part of the mission and focused instead on continuing the fight down the main corridor, where more and more Mawites appeared to engage the boarding party.

With Yula, Hollis and Silas still nearby, there was a considerable force to push forward, and Valery wasted no time doing so. With the twin blades of her saberstaff, she deflected waves of incoming blaster fire, until they had gained enough distance and could battle the enemy up-close. For this mission, it was crucial they acted fast, so Valery's plan was to keep up the pressure, and allow her allies to flank and find ways around.

Luckily, that plan seemed to pay off.

A familiar, dark presence reached out to her through the Force, and those around her would undoubtedly sense him as well. Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren was a rotten disturbance in the Force, a monster created by death and chaos. A monster, she knew she had to bring down.


"Valery Noble.... I see you came, and look you brought appetizers."

"Well, that explains the smell," Valery said, drawing up her weapon while he leveled his own towards her. But aside from the one quip, her expression and presence in the Force made it clear she took this very seriously. Kyrel was not one to be underestimated, but after fighting him several times, she knew a lot of what he could do.

"Yeah, and it seems your work has been reduced to desperate raids for supplies," she said in response to his comment about her election to Sword.

"We can't let him slow down the mission," Valery then added more softly, as she briefly looked over her shoulders at the others who were with her.

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”Come on, let’s move up!”

Miri breathed a sigh of relief. Since the others hadn't moved yet, and she was relying on them for cover, she had been unable to make progress. Her comfort was short lived, however, as she realized who had made the call. Ara Sheridan was leading the way, with Miri following her through the corridors.

The others were now engaging a Sith Lord. Ara meanwhile was attempting a stealth attack from behind the Sith. They'd have to circle around to reach his rear. Miri had a surprise in store for just such an occasion, but they still needed to get there first.

She didn't bother to reply to Ara, who was busy deflecting blaster bolts. There was nothing to say, unless she felt the need to remark upon how strange it was for them to work together, given their history. Miri just kept shooting, blowing through hordes of Mawites as Ara provided her defense.

 
To Miri's comment, Yula would offer a curt shrug. The real answer? Who knew. Maybe it was to busy herself from the palpable tension between some of the Padawans, which was nearly stifling to an empath in cramped quarters.

Some of that anxiety had heightened while they sliced their way through the Mawite guard, though it was difficult to pin down which emotion was coming from who. One of the jumpy kids had smacked face first into the intimidating form of the Mawite commander, a figure who's very presence caused both the battle and the Force to hitch for a moment. As the Padawn skittered away, the undead Master addressed Valery with familiarity.

"Appetizers? More like a snack. Heh." Yula wriggled her well manicured eyebrows, very aware that this guy could reach through the Force and attempt to wring her neck. He seemed like the type, and the Force thrummed in warning of his power. Valery's opponents were usually pretty tough, so no surprise there.

"You…do feel kind of familiar, though." She'd never faced Kyrel Ren when he was alive, but knew his name well back when the Outer Rim Coalition and the previous iteration of the Alliance had clashed with the First Order.

The Zabrak padawan was right; moving forward gave them a chance to surround this opponent, which would give them a better chance at bringing him down. Yula sent a pointed, two-handed Force push directly ahead of them. The intention wasn't to stop Kyrel's advance, but to scatter the weaker Mawites that had gathered to either side of him. Leaping against the wall, Yula diagonally ricocheted, sailing over Kyrel's shoulder with her blade held close to guard from any potential strikes.

Valery Noble Valery Noble | Giselle von Ascania Giselle von Ascania | Ara Sheridan Ara Sheridan | Hollis Orenn Hollis Orenn | Shem Spinner Shem Spinner | Silas Westgard Silas Westgard | Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren
 
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Padawans. It was always Padawans.

They charged ahead, disregarded order of battle, and generally got the job done in the hardest way possible. That's why he was here. To make sure they came back alive. Even though Jedi weren't a part of the GADF 'officially', older units like the 222nd, especially 'Tin Man Company', had a long history of working with the laser sword-swinging warrior monks. Which meant that High Command simply assumed that when there were Jedi involved, the 222nd was on call.

A blaster bolt pinged off the wall. He hated spider cruisers. Only 50 meters long they were a miniature maze of tight hallways and open decks. Perfect for small individual raiding parties, one of the worst kinds of ships to board. Their crews were tight-knit and battle-hardened by dozens if not hundreds of raids and no two Spider cruisers were ever alike on the inside, their leaders modifying the space to better suit their style of raiding.

A grenade landed at Marcus' feet and he recognized it instantly.

"Gas! Thermals on, filters maxed!" He clicked a switch on the back of his helmet as he barked the order. Not a moment later, green gas exploded from the canister, rapidly filling the hallway. One of his squad didn't turn on his filters in time and quickly fell to the floor unconscious. Luckily Tin Man company was mostly made up of Evocati Battle Droids, or Evos as his men affectionately called them. Marcus reached out and clamped his hand down on an Evo's shoulder and nudged it forward.

A blaster bolt pinged off its shoulder as it marched forward with two others, their blasters firing in semi-automatic bursts. Their vision unimpaired by the smoke they turned the hallway into a slaughterhouse, dropping thug after thug. Marcus looked down at his wrist monitor. The Padawans were in a hallway just on the other side of this maintenance block. He hoped he could get to them in time.


 


EXPLORATION
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Revenant Squadron
En route to assist call via hyperspace from Fondor
Revenant Eight "Tinks" |
X-wing
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: BotM

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Revenant Squadron had been scrambled to respond to an assist call from the ANV Tython. It wasn't the full squadron as some had been tasked with other missions, so those available would carry on with this new sorte.

Addison jogged across the hangar deck in her rebel-orange flight suit with purposeful strides to her snubfighter, then ascended the ladder and dropped down onto the SS02's pilot couch, attaching her crashwebbing while the transparisteel canopy closed.

"Are we good to go, Gizmo?" Tinks asked her R9 unit that was secure in his socket just behind the cockpit. A series of beeps came back, and of course, there was a bit of snark in the response.

"The pre-flight is complete, my lady. All systems are green."

"Why thank you," the Taanabian just chuckled and shook her helmeted head, then toggled the comm unit to the squadron's channel. He was always changing things up. Gizzy was quite the hoot.

<< "Rev Eight is ready for our date," >> Addy quipped ever so, then her brown hazel gaze looked over to the starfighters closest to hers on the line. Kaul "Joker" Emos Kaul "Joker" Emos was to port then the new pilot, Zeven Malo Zeven Malo directly to starboard, and then onto Kelly T. Perris' ship giving them all a gloved thumb's up.

<< "This is Ouroboros Control. Revenant Squadron you are cleared for launch. May the Force be with you." >>

And with that said, the flight officer gave a double click in response, then feathered the flight controls and sent her bird out the Startide-class Star Defender's hangar bay mag-con.

As soon as the squadron reached their jump point, the brunette pulled back the X-wing's hyperdrive lever, and the stars elongated into a streaming blur of white and blue; leaving behind the rest of the 5th Fleet and Battle Group Kenobi as they continued to resupply at the shipyards above Fondor.

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Ewan "Raider" Isaacs

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SHIP NAME: ETHEREAL
SHIP CLASS:
CARRIER
SHIP CAPTAIN: ROGER POWELL
COMMAND STAFF
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

AIR COMPLIMENT: "ARES WING"
CALLSIGNS: Admiral Angellus "Maverick" is and will always be "Angel 1", Captain Rojuh Pouil "Starlight" is "Angel 2" Captain Scoht Pouil "Meteor" is "VOODOO 1". Captain Ewan Isaacs "Raider" is "SCAR 1" and in command of the Jackals primarily for both ships. Each Squadron leader makes up the remaining "Angel" callsigns, their individual squadrons and make-ups are named below.

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.

SCAR WING (7 Squadrons)
  1. SCAR 2-10 Jackal Class Starfighter
STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 1-6 Azazael class Stealth fighter
LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 7-12 Archangel class Fighter/Interceptor
MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER (5 Squadrons)
  1. Ares 13–17 Ashera Class Fighter
SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
  1. Ares 18 Cherub Gunship
  2. Ares 19-20 Cherub Transport

SECTOR: Open Space
ORDERS: Backup GA fighters and ANV Tython
WINGMATES: OPEN


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In a flash of light, the heavy carrier “Ethereal” dropped out of hyperspace. A valued member of the “Nirvana Fleet” of the Silver Jedi Defense Force, the carrier was not escorted by her battlegroup, she was alone and that seemed to do everyone just fine. On the bridge, with Captain Scott Powell was Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor. He was there not to “take control” as this was Scott’s command, but he was here to help coordinate and jump in the fight if he needed to.

The “Ethereal '' was here because Admiral Liram Angellus, Caltin’s friend, great x8 grandson (it’s a long story, look it up if you don’t already know) and business partner outside the Silver Concord was unable to send more ships. Captain Ewan “Raider” Isaacs pushed hard and even managed to get the carrier’s Captain into getting them to show up. It was Master Vanagor, he never asked for anything like this, so when he does, it is clearly important. Isaacs knew this, which is why he pushed, and Angellus knew this as well which is why he okayed the move with the battlegroup. Powell though ordered the escorts to stay out of the system and be ready to come in “just in case”.

Ewan was talking to his Air Boss, as well as deck crew powering up his Jackal Fighter and closing up the canopy as the Tower made their procedural contact.

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[1:1 this is Tower]

[1:1]

[Tower reports heavy enemy presence. Advise conservative weapons approach.]

[Acknowledged.]

Of course he was prepared for the person who was about to contact him. Nora “Peppuh” Saulter. The wing’s XO.

[Are they for real? We’re about to jump into the soup!]

[They’re just trying to look out for us, “Pep”. Remember, The Tower is not the cockpit.]

[I suppose.]

As the fighters were moved into their catapults, each pilot went through their normal “powering up” routines to get the fighters ready for launch. That is when someone unexpected got on their frequency.

[Everyone, this is Master Vanagor. I just wanted to wish you well, and thank you for coming here with me. This is an important action for the future of the galaxy, and an important gesture for a better partnership with the Alliance. May the Force be with you.]

[That was surprising.]

[Never thought a Jedi would do something like that. Cool.]

[Let’s kick some ass.]

[Cut the chatter.]

[SCARS this is Tower, prepare for launch in 3…2….1…]


In a flash 1, 2, 4, 8, 12 Jackals launched at once and entered a patrol pattern as 12 more, then 12 more. Soon all seven SCAR squadrons that were available were out.

[Alright SCARS… I want 3’s 4’s and 5’s running mid range with 6’s and 7’s running cover. 1’s and 2’s we’re going in.]






Example - 1:1

The first number signifies the squadron number, the second number signifies the fighter number.
In this case 1:1 is the first fighter in the first squadron, a number usually reserved for the Commander Air Group or “CAG”. Each “1” is the squadron leader, normally the “2” is the XO.

  1. “Fives” - How well you are receiving a transmission.
  2. “Angels” - Planetary Altitude in thousands of feet. (“Angels 3” is 3,000 feet.
  3. “Cherubs” - PlanetaryAltitude in hundreds of feet. (“Cherubs 3” is 300 feet.)
  4. “Bandit” - A known bad guy.
  5. “Bogey” - An unknown radar contact.
  6. “Bent” - If a piece of gear is inop it is “bent.” (“Giantkiller, be advised my radar is bent.”)
  7. “Bingo” - Low fuel status or direction to head for the divert field. (“Lobo is bingo fuel,” or “Ghostrider, your signal is bingo.”)
  8. “Blind” - Wingman not in sight.
  9. “Delta” - Change to a later time, either minutes or hours depending on the context. (“Delta 10 on your recovery time” means the jet is now scheduled to land 10 minutes later.)
  10. “Firewall” - Push the throttles to their forward limit. (“I had that queen firewalled, and I still couldn’t get away from that SAM ring.”)
  11. “Buster” - Direction to go as fast as possible. (“Diamondback, your signal is buster to mother.”)
  12. “Bug” - Exit a dogfight rapidly. (“Gucci is on the bug.”)
  13. “Fragged” - An indication that the airplane is loaded weapons-wise according to the mission order. (“Devil 201 is on station as fragged.”)
  14. “Grape” - A pilot who’s an easy kill in a dogfight.
  15. “Naked” - Radar warning gear without indication of a missile threat.
  16. “Punch out” - To eject from a fighter.
  17. “RTB” - Return to base. (“Big Eye, Eagle 301 is RTB.”)
  18. “Spiked” - An indication of a missile threat on the radar warning receiver. (“Rooster has an SA-6 spike at three o’clock.”)
  19. “Tally” - Enemy in sight (as opposed to “visual,” which means friendly in sight). (“Nuke is tally two bandits, four o’clock low.”)
  20. 22. “Visual” - Wingman (or other friendly) in sight (as opposed to “tally,” which means enemy in sight). (“Weezer, you got me?” “Roger, Weezer is visual.”)
  21. “Winchester” - Out of weapons. (“Maverick is winchester and RTB.”)
2 Squadrons of SCARs moving in towards the "soup" and five staying behind in defensive formations.
"Ethereal" available for long range weaponry, as well as carrying a compliment of Marines for Boarding action.
 
Alex pulled up short as he felt a rather disturbing presence in the Force, and Seku face planted into his back.

"Alex, keep mov..."

The same feeling of dread that caused Alex to stop slowly crept up Seku's spine like an icicle forming.

"OK...Is it just me, or did it get considerably colder in here all of a sudden...."

"No, it's not just you..."

"Valery Noble.... I see you came, and look you brought appetizers."

"Who the hell is that?"

"I think the real question here is...What the hell is that," Alex replied.

TAGS- Open
 


[Luric's Soundscape: The Battle Moves Forward]​

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The Force.

It guided them all in every way imaginable, sometimes a gentle nudge, other times a rather hard shove. But it always had a say in everything they did, even if they chose not to listen. Luric, however, he was always listening to it's subtle whispers. He'd been heading up the rear of the group, watching their backsides, and keeping himself attuned to the the Force's little suggestions, it's minuscule ebb and flow. This was what he did best. For while the greatest of swordsman wielded their weapons with grace and mighty ferocity, a true master of the craft knew the best option was the one in which they never needed to draw the blade at all.

This day, however, was not that day. Silently moving like the wind, the young atrisian Knight would find himself near to Master Valery Noble Valery Noble , and their comrades-in-arms. As they began to move forward, pushing back against the Mawites, he could feel the dark stain that was Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren near. He knew not the man, but he could feel the hatred, the sheer anger and violent rage pour off him like a mighty waterfall. For just a moment, Luric had but a single thought; he felt sorry for this man, whoever he was. For no one should have to endure such an existence.

Luric waited a moment, and then spoke aloud, letting the Force carry his voice so that it would indeed be heard over the growing commotion of battle. "Try as you may, with all your hate and anger, but I promise you that this day you shall indeed go hungry, for we will not let you have even a single taste."

As his orange lightsaber burned brightly, Luric focused upon the Force, letting it permeate him, speaking to it as it would whisper back to him. As he did, he focused upon his allies with him in the corridor, and focused upon their will, determination, and resolve. He would use the Force's influence to bolster their spirits, and to erase any doubts they had within their own minds. As blaster bolts flew by, he simply mouthed the Jedi's mantra silently as he kept himself centered with the Force, letting it's light guide him as he guided it to his allies, his Jedi brothers and sisters, his family.


 
The Attack

The Jagged Smile
Bridge
"Time to exit Hyperspace?"

"T-minus ten seconds, Captain."


"Weapon status?"

"Weapon is fully charged."

There was a silence that filled the Bridge of the Jagged Smile which only the Officers dared to interrupt. All of the crew prepared themselves, everyone was at the ready. The Hyperspace lane looked brilliant from the transparisteel viewports that lined the bridge and then that brilliance faded in an instant.

The War between the Brotherhood of the Maw and the rest of the Galaxy had taken attention away from the furthest reaches of space. For to long the barbaric and fanatic Maw had captivated the constellations with their brutality. The Galaxy had forgotten the Sith, the true Sith and not this new pretender, this New Sith Order. Now it was time for them to remember.

The Jagged Smile exited hyperspace on the starboard side of the ANV Tython at a distance its powerful engines flaring to life within a moment as it meant to cover distance on the larger vessel. The Frigate was half the size of the Concord-Class vessel, neither affiliated with the Galactic Alliance or the Maw it came with its own purpose in mind.

The Bridge stirred upon coming out of hyperspace, the Officers and crew coming alive in what seemed like an instant...

"Alliance vessel at our fore!"

"Maw raiding vessels also detected!"

"Fighters! We have fighters on the scans!"

...this was but some of the information that was called out and with some urgency. In response the Captain of the vessel would have commanded...

"Prepare to launch squadrons to engage the Galactic Alliance starfighters."

"Order is given, Captain."


"Fire the cannon. Fire it now."

No confirmation would be given. The Officers on the Bridge knew what to do.

The Jagged Smile, a Frigate of the 'Legion' Class was retrofitted with an armament in opposition to the standard load out of the ships it was based off. Primarily a vessel capable of defending against Starfighters, etc it did have one powerful weapon; the Fusion Accelerator Cannon.

There had been reports that such Cannons were capable of destroying classic Star Destroyers, literally splitting them in two. No one expected that to happen here today. In fact the Bridge Officers and Crew were commanded not to destroy the ANV Tython.

The Accelerator Cannon, powered and ready to fire would unleash a horrendous amount of firepower after the order was given. Ideally it had hoped to catch the ANV Tython cleanly on its starboard side and rip into its hull though reports indicated the vessel was well protected. Still the Concord-Class Vessels were not known for their maneuverability of speed.

"Shots fired, Captain."

"Good."

...a paused...

"Your orders, Lord?"

"Take us in. Prepare for boarding."

...a massive figure stood from where it had been seated in the 'Command Chair, on the bridge, dwarfing every other individual on the bridge. Clad in heavy 'Blackstar Armor' it had turned to exit the bridge by way of the turoblift after its command had been given.

Nodak, the Ironbreaker preferred personal and close engagements compared to the distant conflict of ships.

As the Jagged Smile advanced on the ANV Tython it launched fighters, two full squadrons to engage enemy fighters while point defense lasers primed themselves. The Frigate moved like a ship possessed, especially for something its size. It was nearly as fast as an X-Wing, easily capable of out pacing larger vessels.

  • -The Jagged Smile comes out of Hyperspace
    -Fires its Fusion Accelerator Cannon on the ANV Tython
    -Sith Starfighters launched
    -Closing distance to initiate 'Boarding Action'

 



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Revenant Squadron
En route to assist call via hyperspace from Fondor
Revenant 15 | X-wing
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: BotM


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The X-wing's canopy closed with a loud thump and a quick hiss of the vacuum seal, securely locking the rookie pilot within the starfighter's cockpit. The droid module screen beeped alerting Zeven to the message from his R9 unit. "Thank you Nines!" The Corellian responded, acknowledging the droids efforts in the pre flight checks. Zeven took a deep breath, an attempt to calm his nerves for this was his first mission. No amount of simulation and training flights could prepare a new pilot for the anxiety of one's first mission. The evil inner critic, that invisible voice that tirelessly plots you're downfall, begins to whisper louder when stress levels rise making the anxiety worse. 'Pull your chit together' he snarled inwardly, His eyes glued to the main system interface doubling checking his astromech's pre flight data. All GOOD.

Zeven could hear Flight Officer Porte and the others sound off over the comms prompting him to relay his own status. " Rev 15 Good to go!" His stomach sank deep, it was go time. He gave the thumbs up to the ground crew. Zeven gripped the defaced aurudium coin that hung around his neck with a simple string. He brought the coin to his lips and gave it a ritualistic kiss for good luck before powering up his ion thrusters. He would depart the hanger following behind Rev 8 and once clear of the ship he quickly took up formation on Her starboard side.

Zeven could visually see Porte pop a thumbs up and the others. Zeven nodded taking one more deep breath as his astromech droid calculated their jump. Fek, here we go........ He could see a couple of the X wings pop into hyperspace and with a blink Zeven and his own x-wing hurled into the abyss of space after the rest of the squadron.

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"I see them."

Someone else had joined. A whole new threat. Firing on their command ship? Iris's eyes narrowed as she pulled on the controls, turned her own Xwing towards the invaders. She didn't recognize the ships. She didn't recognize who might be behind it.

She recognized they weren't friends.

:: All forces be advised. Unknown hostiles targeting both Maw and Alliance. Any available squadron with me. If they take down those Tarantulas it'll be our people dying. :: With that, she pulled her controls and immediately darted right through the first squadron she came against. Weaving through their ships. Getting a headcount, trying to scatter them. Picking off the ones that did.

Nodak Nodak | @Other spacers who want in.
 
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Ambush
Tags: Iris Arani Iris Arani , Nodak Nodak , Open​

Jasper had been asleep when the initial force was put together to Ambush the Maw. When he woke, he came to the information that the Maw forces had already been engaged. Jasper wasted no time firing up the engines of his vessel and setting off to assist the ambush. Fortunately, he had been getting used to flying a larger vessel, and had even found some success in dogfights as of recent. Soon, his YT-7990 B had come out of hyperspace, immediately finding himself amidst a very chaotic battlefield.

"Woah," Jasper noted, taking evasive maneuvers. "They didn't waste any time."

Jasper slipped on a headset, setting his comms to an open GA channel just in time to hear a familiar voice.

:: All forces be advised. Unknown hostiles targeting both Maw and Alliance. Any available squadron with me. If they take down those Tarantulas it'll be our people dying. :

Jasper got a good look at the incoming ship, an SF-13 "Legion" Class Star Frigate. Already, he was beginning to get the idea that this wasn't factory standard.

< This is Lonestar 1. I read you loud and clear. This SF-13 doesn't look standard model. Armaments on these are usually low, but they have something strapped to the nose of that thing. Keep your distance from their face if possible. >

He quickly located Iris's X Wing, flying in behind her and picking off a few ships as he went. The Lonestar 1 wasn't the fastest, but it's maneuvering jets made it slippery, allowing him to weave through Mawite formations despite the vessel's size. Jasper did his best to pull up along side Iris and try to maintain some sort of formation.

< Sorry for the late entry. No one came to wake me when the raiding party set off. What's the current situation? >
 
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SPACE | SPIDER CRUISER
TAGS: Giselle von Ascania Giselle von Ascania | Bayaz Bayaz | Yula Perl Yula Perl
GEAR: In bio
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Miri said nothing in response, but she quickly fell in line beside Ara as the Zabrak steadily pushed forward. The constant focus to combat the unrelenting barrage was exhausting, not something she was used to. Not with this kind of magnitude.

But Miri’s pistols were steadily making her life a lot easier. The tension was thick between the two of them, but for the moment that didn’t matter. What mattered was the two of them gaining ground in the flanking hallway. Though her heart sank at the sound of echoes in an adjacent hall they passed. Demonic growls, barks and snarls. The Force grew heavy and dark as she spared a glance back at the entrance.

A pack of demonic hounds emerged with fire bellowing with each bark and breath drawn. ”Watch out!” She practically yelped as she shoved Miri towards another door and brought her lightsaber to bear. Using the Force, she pushed the hounds away for the moment as she moved back to join the woman.

But her push did little to keep the hounds back. Now they circled to cut them off from the rest of the hallway and their team. Ara slashed at a few but turned to move back, hoping that Miri would be able to cover her-

”AH KRIFF!” She cried out as a searing heat bit at her back. Flames poured from the maw of one of the hounds. The Zabrak writhed as she tried to drop the top of her robes, her lightsaber extinguishing for the moment as she was left wide open. The flames licked at her neck and head, burned at her back, drawing a slew of pained curses and cries from her as she crashed into a wall.

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CRUISER TWO - Ichika Masudo Ichika Masudo Jand Talo Jand Talo

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Padawans.

His eyebrow rose with some discomfort and an unshared look between himself and the crimson-accented astromech that instead continued to remain on task amid the electronic chirps and whistles. The young Jedi was not too recently removed from his own learner days, left unable to comment in earnest, but the unfamiliar role as a superior to someone else eanred some further discomfort. The same to be said for the younglings on Coruscant in all of their endless curiosity, a perfect pair for his limited answers.

Rakaan was interrupted by further whistles from the astromech unit that crashed into him as softly as a metallic tube could. He sucked air between his teeth in response, only to be shown the blue-lit display of the layout of the Mawite cruiser. His finger extended out from underneath the sleeve of the robe and trailed a series of hallways, "You two take the men to reactor control and see about that. Sync to this comms-frequency," the wave of his hand over Arfour seemingly triggered another sharp whistle and the sudden protrusion of a much smaller display on the end of one of the several front-mounted arms. "Contact me when it's all set." He continued effortlessly.

He tread backwards towards the closest two doors, "I'll head to the bridge and see what I can find in the meantime." Rakaan snapped his eyes across to Arfour with a pointed gesture, "Stay with the ships, you're my eyes in there."

The Jedi Knight then made his effort to continue further into the ship.
 

Hollis found herself pausing momentarily as the corridor seemed to darken.

And her eyes widened as a dark-clad figure killed one of his own soldiers with a spear. The stench -- and aura -- was that of blood and decay: death. It made Hollis want to turn the other way, to run -- but she realized quickly that was probably the point. The one radiating this presence wanted them to be frightened.

It seemed that Master Noble was familiar with the cloaked presence as well -- they exchanged words, even.

Without the battle experience to know what to do -- Hollis found herself looking to Master Noble. She watched as Yula made a move, and Hollis would be ready to deflect more bolts that came once the soldiers re-gained their footing enough to shoot.
 

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I N T E R C E P T I O N
Ambush

FINAL DAWN

CORE WORLDS




CRIMSON LININGS
VENGEANCE FLIGHT

"Remember, show no mercy"

As the battle raged all around the Mawite Spider Cruisers, sixteen TIE/fdT Terminator Clawcrafts emerged from hyperspace arriving at a considerable distance from the Twin Cruisers. These Clawcrafts however were no ordinary vessels piloted by the typical faceless TIE Pilot, no. They were a well-known force of destruction, dreaded by many within the Galactic Alliance, these sixteen Clawcrafts represented the arrival of none other then the Crimson Linings, the first wave of Final Dawn Reinforcements sent by High Regent Sularen to provide assistance to Kyrel Ren and his Raiding Force and as usual, the pilots of the Crimson Linings were eager to bring death and destruction upon the Galactic Alliance as to complete their vengeful quest against the spiritual successors of the galactic government that had once betrayed them.

Thus, the Crimson Linings would initiate their hunt soon splitting up into four groups of four Terminators each, with each individual group looking for new prey to eliminate and add them to their ever-growing list of pilots they had terminated throughout the Second Great Hyperspace War, in the name of Vengeance, the Final Dawn and their High Regent, Marlon Sularen. From his cockpit inside his Terminator Clawcraft, the Crimson Baron would smirk as he pushed his throttle, diving straight into the battle along with his three wingmen, Crimsons Two to Four in search of his first target to eliminate. Glory to the Final Dawn.


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Miri had paused to reload her guns when Ara suddenly shoved her away. A pack of cyborg-looking dogs were coming after them, breathing fire from their mouths. Well now. That was something she hadn’t seen before, and Miri had seen quite a lot.

The dogs breathed fire on Ara’s back. While she screamed and swore, Miri gave up trying to reload and instead pulled out another, bigger weapon she had slung across her back.

The hounds received the blunt force of the single sonic blast she fired at them and were promptly vaporized, splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling with fuzz, guts, and eyeballs. “Stop, drop, and roll, Ara!” Miri exclaimed, noticing that Ara was still on fire and crashing into walls.

 

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Allies: Wilhelm Vonreg Wilhelm Vonreg Nodak Nodak , Maw
Enemies: Valery Noble Valery Noble Silas Westgard Silas Westgard Shem Spinner Shem Spinner Hollis Orenn Hollis Orenn Yula Perl Yula Perl Alex StormWolf Alex StormWolf
Objective: Stop the boarders


The Wrath of the Maw was drawn in by the tasty Jedi before him. His black eyes would stare down the Sword of the Jedi, his known death scowl stared into her very being. There had been many encounters between the two, and now without her Husband she didn’t have help. He was wrong seeing the Jedi stand firm with her. He eyed every single one that stood with her, and a bloody smirk started to form. “Do you think you and these rabble can stop me…” He said arrogantly in truth Kyrel often enjoyed facing Jedi in packs, and as the Maw’s Warmaster and Executioner he was a target they couldn’t ignore in the slightest.

He enjoyed the verbal sparring with Noble. Years or months went by without seeing one another, but they would often talk like old friends. If one could compare friendship to Ren and Jedi locked eternally in conflict. His eyes would dart next to the Zeltron. “I know you… Perl isn’t it? Excuse me I’ve seen lots of you, and being alive and undead has a way with the memory.” He said barely recalling her. He watched excitedly as she jumped and now stood on the other side of him with her blade ignited. He watched to see another Jedi remark on how he would go hungry. The burst of light energy radiating to the group caused him to hiss. “Who are you to deny me anything?” He said looking back towards the Perl on the other side of him.

The Hunger would flash with its Sith Runes in blood red. The hiss of a saber had ignited in his free hand, and the crimson glow of his saber further bathed them all in red light. “Shall we begin?” He said towards Noble, and just as quickly as he spoke he struck. The forked tipped blades of the spear would make an overarching swing to try and divide some of the Jedi. Kyrel would shift his attention swiftly towards the Zeltron. With a savage growl he would attempt to strike in power blows. The undead creature would attempt to disarm her while both weapons worked to drain his energy to increase his power. Despite how powerful he was with two powerful weapons taking his energy he couldn’t fight all the Jedi indefinitely. His glances shifting to all of his foes he would have to strike fast and hard. His gaze slowed to Valery Noble of all Jedi he hoped to kill she would be first on his list today. Anyone that joined her would be a bonus to the Wrath of the Maw.
 

It seemed that Thelma had run off mid sentence, turning the corner and running right into the Sith. Had she actually been listening to what Oni was saying, she may not have done so. Fortunately for Thelma, the Sith seemed far to fixed on Master Noble and Yula.

"Wow," Oni muttered to himself. "I wonder where he came from. If only some one had pointed him out..."

Needless to say, he was upset that his logic had been ignored.

Oni, standing behind the Sith, only saw one reasonable course of action. As Kyrel rambled, preforming the obligatory "shall we proceed" monologue, Oni unleashed another shockwave, attempting to knock the Sith off his balance. Hopefully, it was the last thing he was expecting. Catching him off guard could quickly turn the tide of battle.
 
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