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Going to Arbitration (ORC Incursion)

Omega

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Arbiter Station

[member="Jorus Merrill"] @ORC Members

It was a day like any other at the KS1 Arbiter, the massive gateway station over Ka'Shebbol.

When yet another freighter sporting the designation Ochre Clay came in to dock, claiming it had a cargo of fuel for the station, it did not seem too unusual. The ship showed correct tags and registration for having been registered on Mon Calamari, a safe port but also one difficult to check the veracity of.

When the ship touched down a scrappy looking man emerged, looking for someone to deliver the fuel too. Nothing seemed out of place, just another contractor.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the system, any early warning sensors would start pinging that something big was coming….
 
Arbiter Station saw a ridiculous amount of traffic for a rimworld. Kal'Shebbol transit offered the cheapest, safest way into the Kathol Sector and thus the Kathol Outback. Crucially, too, nobody had attacked Kal'Shebbol in years. Oh, there’d been a scare when the Aing-Tii came calling, but visions and Sanhedrim ships were a far cry from today's @Incursion. The freighter Ochre Clay landed without incident.

Taking a fuel delivery, though, was another matter. The station hadn't been expecting this particular load. The hangar chief, a crag-faced Uukaablian from deep in the Rift, advised the pilot to sit tight while things got verified. In the meantime, an astromech droid went inside to test the cargo's lack of contaminants.

***

Kal’Shebbol, gateway to the Kathol, had a pretty solid array of starships handy. Local defense forces, passing tramp freighters, Judges, ORC capital ships - even Red Fleet was moored here, under [member="Thane Drexel"]. A combined defense group began to assemble in orbit. On the surface, hypervelocity guns and area shield generators warmed up to guard population centres and critical sites.

One freighter broke away from the swelling group and angled for Arbiter Station. The place began to go into lockdown, individual hangar shields protecting guests from whatever the station's defenses couldn't blunt.

OOC/ For any ORC folks who wish to join, I'd recommend starting on or near the station. Best chance of fun.

[member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Iron Giant"] @B'kik [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jim Pehico"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] @whomever else ORCy
 
Elaine was on station as she was officially looking at how her security guards, due to fact it was a space station they did not carry carbines around with them. As they have plenty of warning to get them, as if they came under attack boarding actions would take place later, so plenty of time to get them. They where in that event only to serve as an auxiliary, as they where not marines, so making sure civilians where put in secure locations. She was wearing a purple dress, nothing flashy and quite conservative in appearance.
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As she did her checks, making sure they knew their duty, with the civilian traffic on the station, she saw a new flash on her pda. Yutan had come under attack by the sith empire, she hoped [member="Viktor Alexander"] was safe, and the CSA and [member="Lady Kay"] would put their political differences behind them even if temporarily and help them. She hated the sith, and wished she was close enough to help. As she read the updates, she wiped a tear away from her eye, as she could not help it too far away. Though the attack made her decide she was going to advance Elysian military to make sure it had a fleet to defend it as well ground forces. Her housecarls where in dress uniform, though only a with her as she did not expect trouble. Though in her room she did have her armour, as a standard precaution. They had the main power armor on the spaceship she had docked in. The station was very important to her, as her goods passed through space station, as well as her troops when helping out as a mercenary force.

She then heard [member="Jorus Merrill"] was on the station, she decide after her tour of station checking her security guards. She would check in with him, she had not seen him since selling equipment to the CSA. The last time she saw him was at the planning meeting on Elysian, as he had helped rebuild her settlements.
 

Mia Monroe

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Mia clicked the panel back into place, wiping sweat from her face and leaving a greasy smear in its place. The Veil had been long overdue routine maintenance and arbiter station was as good a place as any to make port and run through some things. Plus it gave her an oppurtunity to listen to the stripes that moved through the hangars, news from across the sector. She ducked out from the stealth ships underside, giving it a loving pat as she did.

"Hey." she called to a passing hand. "Can you get me clearance to go, in about an hour?" she asked. She still had to run preflight checks and check her supplies. To her surprise, the station hand shook his head.

"No can do, lady, we're going into lockdown."

"Why?" Mia's tone became sharp, the soldier creeping back. But he simply shrugged.

"Might be nothing, they like to run us through the routine from time to time. I imagine that's all it is."

"You imagine..." Mia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Look Lady, I don;t know. I'm just doing what I'm told. You want more detail go get it from people higher up than me." He went to walk away, but Mia's call halted him again.

"Merrill on board?" a shrug was his only response. So much for getting on the lanes for her trip to Mandalore. She grabbed a cloth, wiping grease from her hands, and snatching up her holsters, strapping them into place and she headed out of the hanger in search of someone who could give her more details.

[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
Janick was making another patrol around Kal'shebbol, where the Verdict was stationed, while once again being called into Judge duty. With the other Judges such as [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="Mia Monroe"] being stationed somewhere in the system, she knew exactly where her role lies. Flying around looking for suspicious activity, along with a wingman as part of a scouting element, with its weapons online as for a bombing run. And soon enough there was suspicious activity: one freighter began to break off from the convoy, on a collision course into Arbiter Station, so she promptly began to open a channel to the unidentified freighter, oblivious to [member="Elaine Thul"]. Perhaps the stray freighter's communication array was still operation but they are not reading any thrust vectoring problems on the freighter, but Janick is following in closely, matching her speed with the freighter's, where she stands ready to train the main guns at a relevant engine that could make the freighter veer off course. If the pilot did not comply, of course.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Alchemist Actual from the Outer Rim Coalition. You have 10 seconds to change course or to slow down, else we'll open fire on your engines!"

 
"That should do it," Aeshi commented, wiping her hands on her jacket as the last cargo shifted aboard the StarDream. They had a full hold this trip, from the Rift itself. That would sell well in the rest of the galaxy, far better than anywhere in this corner of space. She had heard rumors through the space lanes about an auction that would be coming up- some place called Far Harbor. Coordinates were remarkably difficult to track down, but she had a good feeling about the whole thing. Her hands rested on the hilts of her blasters as her co-pilot made her way up to the cockpit.

A message made its way to her comm system and she studied it. Lockdown? That was strange. She frowned and loosened the straps on her guns, fingers twitched, as she stretched out with the Force. She sensed presences, but nothing specific. She cursed and turned to study the other ships in the hangar.

Tapping her comlink, she got in touch with her co-pilot.

"Get the engines running, fast evac. Sensors ready to go." That would be the long-range scanners, very long range. Half a star-system almost.

"Roger that, captain."

She turned and strode through the hangar, picking her way into the rest of the station. She didn't know what was going on, but something was happening. And she had a nose for trouble, as well as profit. Perhaps that could work in her favor for this situation.
 
The Reaper of Won Shasot
The Marshall had swiftly returned to Kal'Sheboll as soon as he heard that a defensive fleet was amassing above the Coalition capital. The details were still unknown to him, but Dax knew that neither Merrill, Bantam or Perl would assemble a fleet without good reason. Whatever was going on, he needed to be there.

The Azalea dropped from hyperspace to face the masses of durasteel, all bristling with weaponry. "This is Grand Marshall Dax Fyre, can someone tell me what the kark is going on here?" the Rogue said into his comm unit, the signal directed towards both the fleet and the planet surface. His eyes watched the lines of vessels, eyes tracking a single freighter breaking off from the larger group to head towards Arbiter Station. Kumi looked out the view port besides him, "I got a bad feeling about this..."
 

Omega

Event Account
[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

The Astromech went aboard the freighter and emerged a few moments later. Tootling happily, it went over to a data jack to report its findings. There was nothing wrong with the fuel, though the crew had received a request from the station that they divert to here….

All this was rendered moot when, still beeping to itself, the astromech overrode the lockdown to this particular hanger bay and crucially, it lowered the shield net for just a moment….

The diverting freighter began to speed up. Naturally the defences would kick into gear and fire. They’d hit. Ion shots would short out the shields, fighters and bother cannons would tear into the ship.

In the end though, in space, momentum is everything. In that brief window the shield was open the errant freighter smashed into the hanger bay. The hanger bay which held a ship containing several thousand tonnes of top grade starship fuel. The errant freighter just happened to have a cargo of warheads and munitions aboard.

The explosion, when it came, would be severe, but not crippling. Arbiter station was a big station with heavy defences and a mostly intact lockdown.
It was a fantastic distraction though!

ALL

As the explosions and fires raged aboard the station, a sudden signal was broadcast, and for a moment the droids aboard the station stopped…then returned to their duties. If anyone had been at, or heard reports of Rishi, they might know what this portended….
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
Poodoo! I couldn't prevent the freighter from reaching the station! Janick cursed, after firing her craft's hypervelocity cannons at the engines in hopes that it would divert its course. She felt guilty for not being able to prevent the freighter's explosion inside the hangar bay. Luckily she was able to stay out of the explosion's range, because she fired from a rather long range, at the edge of point-defense range. Or a little farther away than that. Also she was the lead pilot; she pulled hard against the yoke of her craft to get out of the way until she was safe, and the rest of the four squadrons arrayed from the Verdict followed suit soon thereafter. Janick wondered how many people were killed as a result of her failure to intercept the rogue freighter as they were ordered back to the mothership. With that said, the four squadrons split up in space so as to reach for their respective hangars where they would be refueled, repaired (for those few craft that received shrapnel from the freighter's explosion) and rearmed.

"Abort the mission and return to ship!" the captain of the Verdict ordered Janick.

"Copy that"


[member="Incursion"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
The station lockdown was not going over well with a certain Zeltron who had somewhere to be. She’d been allowed to dock on Arbiter given that Heartbeat worked closed with the ORC (that and her corvette didn’t take up too much space) to refuel before making the last leg of her journey.

It didn’t look like she’d be getting to where she needed to go on time, so a frustrated Joza took to the hangars to try and find someone who could help—furiously tapping at a datapad in one hand to try and contact whomever she was going to meet for a presumed business deal.

Looking up from her device, she caught sight of a woman holstering a pair of blasters who looked like she’d just finished repairs on a ship. “Excuse me!” Joza called out to her, jogging a bit even in her heels. Mia might recognize her as her mirror-version, the Zeltron slaver who’d captured Mia’s own mirror and Jorus. The woman before her, however, was dressed sharply in business casual clothing and devoid of unabashed anger. “Do you know what’s going on? I’ve got a very important meeting to get to and—“

She paused, an odd look coming over her face as something tensed in the Force. A heartbeat before the explosion rocked the station, a defensive response triggered in the Zeltron. Her pulse quickened as her body hunched forward, arms crossing in front of her as a spherical barrier flared into existence almost as if on instinct.

[member="Mia Monroe"]
 
As the explosions happened her housecarls grabbed her, and forced her to run to her room. They did not know what was going on, but their duty first and foremost was her safety. They knew the way, and just kept her running. They ran down corridors, and moved people out the way as they did. They managed to move despite the lockdown, as they had some of the codes to doors, thanks to training the security guards. She was soon their, as soon as she was inside her room they began assessing the situation. As they may need to pull her off station, one grabbed her armour and said Put this on. She then head to bedroom to get change, she did not notice the mouse droid in the room.

Meanwhile as explosions happened, a squad of security guards got caught in the explosion. Two of them where killed, and another three where injured. The members of station security forces rushed to the area, they had been trained to fight fires. They began getting under control, using a halon gas fire extinguisher, they formed a chain so new extinguishers could be used as they were spent. The light armour they wore, was flame retardant making them very useful. As they fort the fire, the cctv footage was being analyzed by the some other security guards, though it was only up to when the fire started. Though at the moment they had not noticed the droids, stopped and started again. They where concentrating on where fire was, they wanted that under control. Though the carbine where starting to be issued, as the station came under an attack. Though the main job of security detail,was only to assit the stations marines, by getting civilians out of way and into safety, and fight if need be.

As this was going on Elaine was getting changed in her dueling armour, hers was purple of course. She contacted station security, whilst getting changed, no holo images of course. This is Elaine Thul, permission required to get my housecarls, back to ship so they can get their power armor and weapons, and permission to deploy them. She had some more on the ship getting ready, as a result of the explosion. She did not have all hundred housecarls with her, as that would been overkill for a walkabout a space station, though she did have ten here, two of whom where with her.

[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Incursion"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
Stumbling out of the stations bar, Thane placed his hat atop his crown, assessing the shenanigans that had occurred. The station was rocked and the bar Droid "stopped" serving him whiskey long enough for Thane to walk away.

He pulled up his datapad and comms, <<What's with the racket? Get the fleet on standby. Tell the Shields to rendezvous nearby and prepare the surgery bays. I'm gonna investigate.>> The sound of inebriation on his tongue.

Walking around, crewmen and emergency personnel were going this way and that, making the drunken rebel away in confusion. He pulled a blaster from his hip, priming the hammer, he trudged along...


[member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Incursion"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
[member="Joza Perl"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Dax Fyre"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Incursion"]

The Wretched Hive’s ramp hissed down, and Jorus met an Uukaablian Judge on the hangar deck. The crag-faced alien fell into step beside him.

“What's the noise, Crenth?”

“Multi-prong. In a few minutes, something big will hit the system. Didn't show up on Karideph's hyperwave monitors, or the Kathol net, so they used an unknown route. We've got a solid defense force blocking their vector. Problem two is a collision, just as you were landing. Other side of the station. Fuel hauler plus a load of private munitions. That hangar's shredded but contained, and there's some fire being fought. Problem three is a strong, encrypted, wide-channel signal, source unknown.” The Uukaablian paused at the hangar's exit. “I'm thinking station security is going to need backup one way or another.”

“What I'm here for.” Jorus toggled his lapel comm. “You get all that, Darr?”

“Clear as day, Captain. Locking down and gearing up.”

“Lotta people running around, lotta potential bad things today. You see anyone in real need or a familiar face, crack the hatch. You're my fallback point, but not just mine. Start broadcasting your location in this hangar bay on Underground channels. Let's see who we can bring in.”
 

Mia Monroe

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Mia did recognise the zeltron that approached her and for a brief moment she was taken aback by the boldness of it, her hands slipping automatically to the bolters now strapped to her hips, but a second harder look, acknowledgement of the different air about her and recollection that all the had happened on that desert planet wasn't quite what it had seemed. Her hands dropped again.

She'd opened her mouth to respond as the woman paused, but the prickling warning rose up her spine a beat behind Joza. Where the zeltron rose a protective barrier, Mia stepped towards the danger as the explosion rocked the hangar next to them belching fire into the corridors and towards them. The wave of heat that pushed before it singed the hairs on her arms as she raised them towards it, curling the fire back onto itself and away from passengers and crew alike.


As quick as it had come, it died, eating its way through the fuel that had powered it at a phenomenal rate. Mia dropped her hands and exhaled a sigh, looking back at the zeltron. "If i were to hazard a guess, I'd say we were under attack." she replied casually. Her comlink chimed, she glanced down, noting the location before looking up again. "If you want more answers, Jorus is our best bet. he's on the other side of the station."

She began to walk away, catching site of a buggy ferrying people away out of the hangar and waved it down. She glanced back at Joza as it drew near them. "Coming?"

[member="Joza Perl"]
 

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[member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

In space no one can hear you scream.

They can however hear the ominous drone of a very large ship entering the system.

This ship, a full Destroyer sized ship 1500m long and supported by other escort ships, seemed prepared for battle. They held off though, assuming position in the orbit of an outer planet.

On board the station, as the fires raged, the rescue crews soon found they had other problems.

As Thane Drexel for instance was heading from the bar, several of the patrons started to choke after sipping their drinks. A pair of them fell to the floor dead.
“I do believe you have had enough,” the droid bartender said, deadpan, until an enraged patron blew its head off.

The firefighters suddenly lost pressure on the hoses and sprays. The culprit? A rogue labour droid designed to help shift debris deciding to smash the pumping array.

All through the station, droids were turning on their masters in a variety of ways.
 
The station shuddered under her feet, sending the young Warden stumbling in her boots. She barely caught herself on the edge of a crate as a roar echoed through the chambers. It was close, by the sound of it, followed by alarms. The klaxons resounded through her mind and she groaned, picking herself up. It must have been close. She could still almost feel the shockwave.

Then she got a comm signal from an unexpected source. [member="Jorus Merrill"], on Underground channels.

She sent back a quick reply- Captain Ash, present on station. She had no idea what the situation was, but she was going to find out. More alarms blared as the massive ship appeared and she paused, trying to reach out into the Force, to sense something about what might be going on, but her skill in the Force was too limited to sense anything.

However, she had a ship. A ship with a very high powered senseor suite. She turned and sprinted back to the ship, dodging a loader droid as it went crazy, throwing crates around the hangar. One slammed into the deck beside her- showering her in sparks and splinters of durasteel.

"Feth!" She hissed as blood trickled down her chin. The loading ramp was down still and, blood pounding, she sprinted towards it. Her boots echoed on the floor. The hatchway grew closer, closer. Then she dove for it- a barrel slamming into her leg as the door slammed shut.

"Shields to maximum!" She yelled up to the cockpit, and the ship hummed with the sudden burst of energy. Aeshi pulled herself to her feet and limped along the corridors. "Power up the sensors."

"Captain! We're still in the station. It may not be as effective," came back the reply.

"I don't care! We need guns and we need to know what's out there." She leaned against the bulkead to the cockpit, staring out the viewports at the madness taking place in the hangar. She leaned forward, to watch, before slipping into her chair. "Guns activated. Targeting largest droids."

The guns moved along the ship, locking onto the berserk loading droid. She squeezed the trigger and a quick blaster of lasers rocketed through the hangar, tackling it square in the torso, collapsing into a heap of molten metal.

Aeshi spun her chair around to the communication system, flipping to the hyperwave transceiver.

"This is Captain Tillian of the StarDream, currently on Arbiter Station," she spoke, broadcasting it across public channels at full power. "We appear to be under attack. If you are en route to the station, change course immediately. Do not come to the station. I repeat, do not come to the station."

She spun back to the controls, adjusting the scanners- trying to get a sense of what they were looking at.

[member="Incursion"]
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
Griet and Janick were angry: they had to re-arm their respective squadrons, while they failed in their mission to intercept the rogue freighter, screaming and cussing over comms and even into their respective hangars. The Verdict, the Coalition's flagship, detected a full-sized destroyer in the system, alongside escorts; there was no telling what escorts there were, or what would [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Aeshi Tillian"], or even [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Jorus Merrill"] or even [member="Elaine Thul"], much less [member="Joza Perl"], do in the face of these events. But Janick knew that such missions would call for the really large bombs, the heavy Deathballs, those she knew would take up the place of four standard proton bombs in those bomb bays on her craft, and also possibly on those new fast bombers the ORC may end up getting, possibly with Janick at their command. Of course, she realizes that the mission ahead of her, especially if the destroyer and escorts are hostile, will be much more difficult, and much bloodier, at least in terms of attack craft, than simply intercepting a rogue freighter. In the meantime, all the crews of the battlecruiser got ready for battle, while the bombs were loaded inside the Chiloons.

"Red alert, battle stations!" the captain of the Verdict blared over comms.

"All squadrons, attack formations, screen the Verdict until further instructions" Janick ordered to all four squadrons present onboard.


[member="Incursion"]
 
Elaine was getting changed into her dueling outfit, when she was attacked by a mouse droid. It was ramming her ankle, Ouch, what was that? She looked down, and realised it was the mouse droid was attacking her. She stood there in just her bra and knickers, ad having her ankled rammed by a mouse droid. As it got itself ready for another charge, she zapped it with lightning. The droid was fried, and smoke came out it's vents from it's burning circuits. She then quickly put on the armorweave undersuit of it, it had a silk lining that made it very comfortable. As soon as it was she used the force, to open the door. Housecarls the droids have turned on us, see one kill it! She told them, they just nodded and noted the smoking mouse droid.

She then started putting on her breastplate, and opened up a com link to [member="Jorus Merrill"]. Can you give me a route to my ship? She paused, and then realised that may of sounded like she was running away. She quickly add My housecarls armour on their, as well as their weapons. There's are only ten of them, but they will help make a difference. She knew once in them, they where basically walking tanks, and in this combat environment nearly unstoppable. She started putting on the wrist guards, as she waited for her reply. They got out their blasters, and waited to confirm a route. Though once their, all they had to do was step into them.

Meanwhile her security guards, where fighting the droids, and the fire found themselves trapped. They no longer had fire fighting equipment to help combat the blaze, and they where not trained to fight combat procoled dorids. The smoke also contained a deadly gas CO, which began to poison them. The heat of it, began to sap their strength. They moved from the fire, trying to get some respite, as they did they came up against the droids, labour droids, who engaged them in close combat. They where not ready for this, nor did they expect it. They all ready suffering from smoke inhalation, heat exhaustion made worse know by light armour. They soon where overrun by the droids, they destroyed a few in valiant effort, but they where no match for them. Then one by one their life sensor reported them dead, their lights have gone out.

The security guards where beginning to regroup around the station, and getting out their carbines. There job was clear areas of droids out, they where assisting the stations marine force. They had keep the civilians safe, but at moment they did not know where safe was, after all how many droids where on this station, and where the computer systems even safe. After all the droids where nothing more than moving computers, so what had affected them could start venting the atmosphere. This was very nervous time indeed, as they had no idea the extent of what has happened or why.
 

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[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Elaine Thul"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"]

Aeshi

Ash’s words were successfully broadcast out. Moreover, her efforts had destroyed all the large droids in the hanger, rendering them all neutralised.

Janick

The enemy Destroyer held off, not moving to engage. In this case it would not have been wise regardless due to the fact that the Verdict was a bigger ship by double. It was clearly monitoring.

If the ORC attack craft moved to engage they would find themselves facing a large swarm of fighters ready to defend the mothership.

Elaine

And so MOU-147 perished. It had been a good droid until the new orders it received suddenly told it that organics needed purging. That had made sense, and since the mouse droid had no weapons it had done what it could. Now it was destroyed.

ALL

The chaos on the station continued to escalate. Droids were running amok, and besides the efforts of some like Elaine and Aeshi, they were meeting little organised resistance.

Droids were even attempting to storm the control centre. If they could do that and take over the targeting systems….
 
To boldly alchemize what no one alchemized before
"Maintain a screen around the Verdict: we are not to engage until hostile contacts are confirmed"

The destroyer did not move in to engage but it was wise not to launch a pre-emptive attack since it did not belong to a known ORC enemy. She would remain patiently within range of the Verdict, not realizing that [member="Aeshi Tillian"] was attempting to fight off the rogue droids inside the station. No more than [member="Elaine Thul"] would do so either. Now that all four squadrons were in flight, they were ready to fight off any attack by the rogue droids in the vicinity. She would have come to realize that the worse is yet to come. By now the captain of the Verdict began to monitor the frequencies so as to ascertain which systems onboard the suspicious destroyer to jam, if it came to that, but holding off any action until any confirmed hostility has arrived. Meanwhile, they were also asked not to come anywhere near the station. Of course, not everything could pass through point-defense, even the best ones, and that's what the fighter screen is for.


[member="Incursion"]
 

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