Harvesting a Mask (Corellian Confederacy Dominion of Azbrian)

[Rimateen Riverwolf]

The planet of Azbrian is a lush agricultural world with a strong economy. However in recent times the people have been attacked by groups of pirates as they are being pushed out of the core by the new galaxy spanning governments who have cropped up. In an effort to stem and stop the attacks they have made an agreement to join the corellian confederation so as to gain it’s protection as well as gain new places to trade. In past years it’s government has held a masquerade ball for all of it’s people at the end of the harvest season. This is believed to bring good luck for the next year of harvests. This year they have invited all the governments in the core to come and join their festivities as they celebrate their newly given status as a member of the corellian confederacy.

Weeks before the ball.
The negotiator would smile at the governor as they shook hands. “Thank you again for choosing the corellian confederacy to be the government you have joined.” The governor would nod taking a sip of the corellian whiskey the negotiator had brought as a gift from [member="Lisza Starseeker"] herself. “No thank you for this wonderful whiskey gift as well as the protection and extra trading opportunities our relationship will bring.” They would shake hands ending the deal and sealing the pact that Azbrian would join the confederacy.

The Ball Night.
Invitations had been sent out to everyone in the core systems. Some had even managed to go out further than that as they set up for the ball. The theme for the masquerade was as per usual some form of animal. The people usual used harvest animals as their masks but since it had opened to a lot more people the government had decided to open the floor to more animals allowing anything from a nexu to a terentatek mask to be on show for the night. Fancy attire was expected and there of course was a bar on site that had recently received extra shipment of corellian whiskey for the party itself.

Objectives:
1 - Attend the masquerade ball. Listen to the music, dance and generally mingle with the people it’s their celebration night so don’t try anything to crazy.
2 - Stop the pirates. For those who don’t want to do something social and need their blood lust sated pirates have still been trying to attack the planet while under corellian protection. Show these scum that we mean business.
BYO - Bring anything you want to do on the planet. It’s a planet that currently having a harvest festival anything is possible.

 

[Rimateen Riverwolf]

Objective: 1 Wear a fancy dress​

Wearing: This number​

Tags: N/A​

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Rima felt so out of it having to dress for a party. She hadn't been to a party in and it took her a while to think how long it had been that she had worn a dress even. It had to have been several years ago when she first became a beat cop. Was it four years ago? It had to be didn't it. Still a long time for her. She wore the plain green dress the colour of the corellian confederation. She had yet to decide on a mask though. She had a few options from what she had collected but she couldn't be sure which to choose.

Eventually she went with a Corellian Sand Panther as her mask arriving shortly after the start of the ball the band was just warming up with a few different notes not playing a melody yet as she wander over to the bar and ordered a drink. As much as she was doing this of her own choice she would still need a drink to get through the night. Parties and social events weren't her normal thing but unfortunately her boss had almost ordered her to take time off and enjoy herself. What could she say, she loved her job.

 

[Yula Perl]

Objective 2: The Pirate One

Funny thing about the Core and the Outer Rim was, they both seemed to have a pirate problem. It was a good thing that the Corellian Confederation was more similar to the Outer Rim Coalition than dissimilar, at least for Yula. Plenty of familiar faces and tactics to go around.

The Zeltron was currently kickin’ it above Azbrian, patrolling the planet’s airspace as one of the many ships on pirate duty. Sure, there was a party on the surface, but she’d taken advantage of the Corellian’s hospitality on Balosar. Time to pay it forward, put in her dues, whatever analogy you liked. Even if it meant passing up free booze and flirting with rich guys for falling asleep in her chair, feet kicked up onto the console.

Until said console started beeping, abruptly startling Yula out of the beginnings of a nap. “Well, that was fast.” Mumbling to herself, she squinted at the large red dot blinking to life on her scanner. Setting the autopilot to the approaching ship’s perimeter, she rose from her chair and headed to the wreck of a storage unit at the rear of the ship.

“Keep an eye on that and let me know when we’re getting close.” Calling back to Emily, her spider droid companion, Yula disappeared further into the ship. “I’m gonna grab a few things first.”

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Border skirmishes and pirate raids aside...Pryce was an Admiral now, and even if most of the First Fleet was still deployed along the the edge of Corellian and Imperial space his duties...were here. Officially he was the commanding officer in charge of the small escort and security force that was watching warily for pirates in the system while the ball happened and dignitaries. Unoficially this meant that he was in fact a part of the ball and various festivities that Corellia had agreed to as a show of good faith to the agriworld.

A recent producer of bacta on top of its previously valuable agricultural products meant that in the potential coming days of war the planet and its resources would be invaluable to the Confederation.

He still didn't like being at a ball.

It wasn't that he was wearing his uniform, he wore that nine times out of ten while he was on the job. It was the infuriatingly stuffy mask that he wore. Maybe stuffy wasn't the right word, but he hated the mask and not being able to truly tell who he was talking too. Commodore Faylen seemed to be enjoying their time though. Faylen was a new addition to the first fleet and the commanding officer of the First Fleet's Starhawk task force and even though they were small in number, counting only five starhawks total along with their escorts, they were easily one of the most powerful task forces in the fleet. Her flagship, the Rocinante hung in orbit now along with a few supporting ships.

Apparently noticing him from across the room she sauntered over to him, already a little tipsy.

"What's with the long face Admiral Pryce?" she said, barely withholding a hearty belly laugh. His mask was of course, a horse.

"Ha-ha, very funny." Pryce said, the furthest thing from amused. He turned away and started nursing his drink.

"What a bore this function is," she continued, even though Pryce was obviously done with the conversation, "And they even made me bring the Roci all the way out here! A shame really. I should be out there," she said perhaps a little more drunk than Pryce had thought earlier. She waved her arms in a big general motion, "Fighting pirates, sticking it to the imperials! But instead I'm stuck here, drinking this delicious wine and wearing this ridiculous mask."

Pryce shrugged.

"Could be worse. You could be on logistics." They both laughed.
[member="Yula Perl"] [member="Rimateen Riverwolf"]

 

[Anne Albright]

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LOW ORBIT​

SOUTHERN POLE OF AZBRIAN​

MISSION: SEEK AND DESTROY INSURGENTS​

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[Ship Specs]​

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[member="Zahara Myneto"] [member="Jek Tarson"] [member="Konan Sunracer"] [member="Forim Viridux"] [member="Rimateen Riverwolf"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

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OOC: Feel free to say you're aboard the Razor if ya wanna fight Pirates instead of the Ball.​

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While pleasantry's were ongoing, Anne was dealing with pleasantry's of her own. Most notably the fire that had broken out on their aft section an hour ago. Some poor sod had dropped a case of warheads from a height entirely too far. She found herself now facing her Deck Chief Petty Officer.

"So Chief, please explain to me why in all the nine hells of the void we had warheads stacked up that high?"

Chief now at parade rest hadn't much to say.

"Negligence Ma'am. I never check in the auxiliary arms bays."

She scowled and clasped her hands.

"We've been at a soft war with CIC for months. Active war with the Black Spire Pirate Band for two months exactly. Lives of people aboard this ship depend on everyone executing their duties to the Corellian Naval Standard. I need you more engaged with the entirety of this ships operations, or you will summarily NJP'ed and sent packing. Am I clear Chief?"

"Aye Ma'am"

"Move out."

Luckily the incident hadn't claimed any lives, nor breached their reactor. Arm's counts had taken a hit but they were good.

Currently they found themselves in lower orbit of Azbrian. With the crisis now abated she could turn her attention to other matters.

She pressed a button on her desk, hailing the intercomm.

"This is Richten."

"Lt. Richten, this Razor Actual, what's the status on Manpower?"

"Green on all boards."

"Start setting up a battleplan for close quarters Combat. Send 1st Squadron out to Scout the area. I'm forewarning the points of interest I've pulled from the Intel reports to your data pad now."

"How many Squadrons we need spun up?"

"All of them."

She cut the connection and began drafting her official incident report on the fire. Meanwhile across the Flight Decks the alarms were wailing, ordering all available fighters to standbye. Scouting Squadron's were launching, punching from the flanks of the Crusier likes bee's from an agitated hive....

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[Thalia Cruz]

Thalia wished she could be down on the surface. She wished in fact, that she was on the surface and NOT in the military, but just the 19 year old girl from a rich family that she was, enjoying the free alcohol, the drinking age on this planet was much lower as it was on most agriworlds, and dancing with one of the many fine looking military men of Corellia.

Instead she was standing in her uncomfortable military boots, in her stiff military uniform, watching two weapons ensigns and her own monitor with Captain Albright. It was relatively quiet on the bridge. Azbrian had seen some insurgent and pirate activity lately but even with most of the task force on the other side of the planet, two Star Hawk Battleships and an escort of corvettes and the Razor was more than enough to keep scummy pirates away.

Sure Azbrian had in recent years started to cultivate Bacta, and they were getting really good at it, but even three transports worth of the stuff wasn't enough to make the Belters or any other group attack while the Corellians were in the air...

At least that's what she thought...Until several ships dropped out of hyperspace. She blinked looking at the screen. Was she seeing things?

"Uh..." she cleared her throat and glanced out the viewport before her wish to be on the surface grew until the feeling turned to dread.

"Captain! Four ships just dropped out of hyperspace!" She didn't know who they were, nobody in the sector had this kind of man power and while the ships were dagger shaped she knew it couldn't be the CIC.

A massive Pellaeon III star destroyer led the enemy task force and it was flanked by a Quasar Fire cruiser carrier and two Dreadnought Mk IIs from the early days of the Core Imperial Confederation when they were still known as the Galactic Empire. The force in total was weaker than the entire task force deployed in system, but isolated from the rest of the task force save one or two small corvettes the Razor was in deep poodoo. This wasn't just a pirate group...

This was a full on assault force.

[member="Anne Albright"]

 

[Anne Albright]

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LOW ORBIT​

SOUTHERN POLE OF AZBRIAN​

MISSION: SEEK AND DESTROY INSURGENTS​

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[Ship Specs]​

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[member="Zahara Myneto"] [member="Jek Tarson"] [member="Konan Sunracer"] [member="Forim Viridux"] [member="Rimateen Riverwolf"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

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OOC: Feel free to say you're aboard the Razor if ya wanna fight Pirates instead of the Ball.​

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They hadn't even had to hunt them. The Pirates had fallen right into Anne's Lap.

Although she now found herself at a disadvantage. The Captains berthing was farther from the bridge than she liked. It was something she had been asking Fleetcom to retrofit, but they'd refused.

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Damn budget cuts​

Right now Halycon was soaking up almost all the creds. Green Jedi coming in at a close second. She exited the report with a few hard taps on the keyboard and stood. She straightened her uniform, slapped on her pistol belt and then nodded. A thumb depressed a switch on her wrist pad, and young Lt. Cruz would hear the Captains voice directly.

"Good Eye Kid. Take command of the Bridge until I get there."

She glanced down at the readouts of the vessels on the screen.

"Focus fire on the escorts. Leave the big one for now. We need to cripple their anti fighter capabilities so we can close and engage."

Her next message went across the intercom.

"This is Captain Albright, All hands to Battle Stations...now."

She didn't have to use the cliche that it wasn't a drill. She ran tight enough ship that when Captain Albright said jump, you did jumping jacks.

Moments later found her on the way to the bridge, closing in on the lifts at a steady pace...

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[Thalia Cruz]

“M-Ma’am?” To be given control of the bridge at such a young age. When she looked around the bridge though it was essentially a skeleton crew up top. Now with the ship on full alert she was sure she’d be relieved by a more senior officer…But for now, she was the most senior lieutenant with the most naval combat experience. Sure there was a senior logistics lieutenant up top chatting, but even now with him leaving the bridge.

She straightened up unconsciously and nodded even though Captain Albright wasn’t on the bridge yet. She regained her composure before the Captain had to tell her again and made her way to the command post and looked at the ensigns in the nearly empty pits below.

“I have the bridge,” she announced shakily for the record. Marathon-Class cruisers like the Razor were far from defenseless. They had an exceptional armament that would make Star Destroyers of centuries past blush. Her main weakness was her armor and shields, and if it was a one on one fight they could probably take down one of the Dreadnought-Class heavy cruisers in a close range brawl. Though even then they’d leave with a very bloody beak. Against two AND a new Pellaeon III and all of their combined fighters? Well…It would be all they could do to wait for reinforcements.

Almost as if they were reading her thoughts the small enemy task force began to accelerate forward with the two dreadnoughts probing the Razor with their long-range turbolasers.

“Helm! Move forward, but we need to try to avoid as much damage as possible until we are in engagement range with our turbolasers! In the mean time. What was the first scout squadron launched?” she asked, glancing down at the tactical readout of the Razor.

“A scout squadron of T-90s,” came the quick reply from fighter control. She nodded, thanking the Force that they had T-90s out there and not Needlers.

“Tell the squadron leader to pick two of his best pilots and tell them to get a message to the main task force. We’re being jammed by their flagship so we’re limited to line of sight. And launch one of the Needler groups!”

~Hangar~

The needler group was large. Being so small and compact they could fit a little more than two normal squadrons worth in the same space it took one. Technically they fielded squadrons of 14 for this reason and a squadron group was considered the entire 28 fighters. Jun had only been on this squadron group for a few months. He’d seen a little combat here and there, mostly just pursuit. But today…Today he flew this hunk of junk fighter against other hunk of junk TIEs. As his fighter screamed off the hangar rack and into the inky black of space, he hoped he came back.

[member="Anne Albright"] [member="Rimateen Riverwolf"] [member="Yula Perl"]

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

Aboard the Ice Spear, Pellaeon III-Class Star Destroyer
Captain Sieg Ganon

They were here, just as the Admiral had said. A small force, token really, deployed to the far side of the planet. Opposite to the world's capital city there was little even on this side outside of a trade station and a few farming settlements below. And standing between them and the trade station were a single Marathon-class cruiser and its escort of two Ire-Class Corvettes and a Bador-Class frigate. Puny in comparison.

"Launch the fighters from the Quasar," he said coldly, "And have one of the Dreadnoughts move on their position along with us. We advance and crush this force quickly."

The Star Destroyer lurched forward and its turbolasers fired on the Corellian vessels. Green lances of energy reached out to destroy their foes. A few bolts struck one of the corvettes before its shields could come up and cracked the thing in two, illuminating the sky for a moment.

First blood had been taken. The Frozen Hand was knocking.

OOC

Spoiler

Frozen Hand Forces:

• The Ice Spear - Pellaeon III-Class Star Destroyer
  Lead Ship - Captain Sieg Ganon

[*]Quasar Fire-Class Carrier
[*]x2 Dreadnaught-class MKII Heavy Cruisers
Reinforcements: ???
Objective: Destroy the Trade Station
Corellian Objective: Reinforce the Razor and defeat the new Enemy!

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Ballroom entrance [Objective 1]
Wearing: Dress | Mask
Wielding: 2 Nozhi Blades | 1 Czerka knives | 1 Nastirci Combat Knives
Tags: [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | Open!

There was no mask that could hide the glow of her eyes. Not one that did not come with specific eye coverings. For a handful of minutes, she had attempted contact lenses, but those had itched and so she tossed them into the nearest bin. Scherezade deWinter, clad in a golden dress, wielding a mask of partial Chaos, smiled as she entered the ballroom.

With her was another Agent of Chaos, [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]. After the events of Morcanth, many of the Agents had begun to grow more accustomed to not only going on missions together, but also hanging out. Kamryn was a new contact for Scherezade, and while she refused to speak of it out loud unless it was only her and her sister, she was glad for the opportunity, eternally grateful to be in a place where the initial reaction wasn't mocking or a very strong will to get away from her.

"Try to look more… Neutral," Scherezade tried to offer with a comforting smile that… Did not show, considering her face was covered by a mask. She was not about to say happy or friendly when someone was obviously sour about being here. Remember, the party is just a cover up. We're here to see what we can discover about these Corellians… And who the important people of note are, so that we can use them as leverage later. Those last bits had been sent through Telepathy. The Sithling had served as spy and assassin for long enough to know to never trust a room when she didn't know where the little microphones and other forms of surveillance were.

Her gaze darted all around the crowd, looking for any faces that might have been familiar.

There were none.

Perfect!

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Location: Ballroom entrance [Objective 1]
Wearing: Dress | Mask
Wielding: Rin's Lightsaber
Tags: [member=Scherezade deWinter] | Open

Not a single bone in Kam's body wanted to be here, the dress made her uncomfortable and it was one of the better ones. Looking at those that gathered in the ball they seemed to enjoy messing with themselves by wearing some of the most exotic and interesting things even if they lacked any comfort. Turning to look at her partner in crime [member=Scherezade deWinter] she felt the she was no better with her golden dress. It was not like she could not handle the situation she was in, but in no way did it please her. Which must have been very noticeable by Scherezade's comment. Giving her a side ways glance and a look of annoyance she simply passed her hand in front of her face, muttering a couple words of encourage for herself. If anything to draw strength and simply get through with the night.

As her hand finally passed back down she had a smirk on her face and a more happier look than she had been wearing only second ago. Her posture and movements changed with it too, she had trained for enough years to handle nobility and she knew how to control her....disdain to a certain extend. The fact she had also spoken a few words directly into Kam's mind, sent a noticable shiver down her spine. She might have trained a little in the ways of the force but in no way was she comfortable with it yet. Not to the extend that Scherezade was, though she had been taught to a greater extent in it from her past or the little Kam knew about it.

As she scanned the crowd looking for possible people to approach or even people she might know she whispered to her partner. "Happy now, got a smile on my face and I'm ready to handle the situation." Though her whisper came out more as a growl of displeasure, though she caught herself half way through. "Speaking of covers, what might we be using this night? or we simple going the figure it out as we do it route?" Though they could also simply be themselves, but she was not sure to what extend her partners reputation might be or her own in this situation. None of it would link back to the Agents of Chaos, but it might link back to other histories that could cause...annoyance.

Checking her hair and dress before she fully entered the scene she also checked the location her lightsaber was hidden, in a nice large bow that went well with the dress...and was about the only place she could hide such a thing on a curse thing like this. To the final words that Scherezade had not spoken, Kam simply nodded, that was better left unsaid.

 

[Hanna]

Hanna
Post 1
Objective: 1
Wearing: Black Stiletto Heels, Loth-cat Mask, Dress
Location: Ballroom
Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | Open

Hanna had never quite considered herself to be a spy. However, she viewed herself as a servant of Discordia, first and foremost. As such, she was eager to serve the dark mistress in whatever way her superiors saw fit, even if it was slightly out of her comfort zone. Nevertheless, her unimposing yet comely appearance, history (or lack thereof), and burgeoning skills as a hand-to-hand fighter made her uniquely suited for the job. Although the sapient population of the known galaxy was estimated at hundreds of quadrillions, there were times when it seemed to be much less. Given her lack of known history and the extremely short period of time she had been alive thus far, Hanna had been selected partially because the chance that she was recognized by someone was almost completely nonexistent. Although there was another Agent with her who had built a considerably larger reputation than herself, Hanna surmised that she was powerful enough to kill everyone in the room if things took a turn for the worse. Unfortunately, that was not the objective of the mission, but there was no reason to not have a quaternary plan in the unlikely event that all other options were exhausted.

It came as a pleasant surprise to Hanna when she found out that she would need to select a gorgeous dress for the mission, along with a cute mask. She had taken a girlish delight in browsing through the selection of dresses and shoes presented to her by her superiors. After some time, the Qilin had settled on a sultry black dress and black stiletto heels.

When she entered the ball, Hanna could hardly restrain her bright pink gaze from the beautiful dresses and sleek suits that the Corellian nobles wore on their haughty frames. Regardless, Hanna knew that she had an assignment to execute. For her cover, she was the youngest daughter of a very minor noble. In essence, she was a debutante for the evening. The first part of her job was to look pretty in order to attract the attention of a suitor. Once she did that, Hanna had been given an outline of questions to ask in order to uncover the identities of the most influential figures in Corellian high society.

With a deep, yet inaudible intake of air, Essia Twilight strode into the ballroom and let a nervous expression crease her features as she took in the swaying figures around her...

 

[Revlen Jonnar]

Location : The Phantom ( Starhawk II-Class Battleship )
[SIZE=9pt]Mission : Reinforce the Corellian Task Force and help them in their mission [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]----[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As his ship traveled in Hyperspace , John Lewis was on the bridge thinking about the plan for Black Squadron’s Intervention in the Conflict in order to help their Corellian Brothers and fend off the Frozen Hand and possibly the Agents of Chaos. Upon hearing of the Frozen Hand Surprise Attack and Arrival of the possible arrival of the AoC , their superior , Maracel Yorkell II had ordered John Lewis to take a small Task Force composed of 1 Battleship , 1 Assault Carrier , 3 Escort Frigates and 5 Corvettes and to set course for the Azbrian System in order to reinforce the Corellian Task Force under attack by the Frozen Hand. For Lewis , he knew that this mission was crucial as it would help increase the popularity of the Directorate. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As his small Task Force exited from Hyperspace they were greeted with a small but intense Battle with the Enemy Force having already destroyed a Corellian Corvette. John Lewis immediately moved forward to counter the enemy force “Launch all Fighters” He said out loud “Have those fighters target those Dreadnoughts and keep your distance from the enemy Fleet”. As he gave those orders the first wave of Defender-II StarFighters charged against the enemy Dreadnoughts. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Despite their low armaments , Lewis’s Task Force had nearly twice the amount of ships then the Enemy Force with 20 Fighter Squadrons at their disposal while the enemy had 11. With this Lewis was confident that he could decimate the enemy’s Escort Ships. The Fighters targeted the Dreadnought farthest away from the Star Destroyer and began their first attack run against the Dreadnought. Meanwhile the Rest of the Task Force stayed at a distance from the enemy Fleet. [/SIZE]

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jared was definitely much more Corellian than he was Outer Rim, but lately his father had been doing work out of the home ship, the Dawn Treader and keeping guard around Sullust, and that meant Jared was out there, catching up and seeing where he could be of assistance. With his father and his father’s new life partner working on exploring something the elder Starchaser had seen in a dream or vision, it left Jared to be the one to come to the Core. Part of that could be his father’s own… he didn’t want to call it fear, but… when it looked like a duck? Of the Core. After Endgame, and the loss of Coruscant, Jared couldn’t blame his father.

But the Starchasers still had a stake on Corellia, with the estate, and that came to become Jared’s own little County. His father had a world, his sister had whole space lanes, but he had a planet. While he was a wanderlust, it didn’t stop him from coming home to roost. And the pilot was doing just that. He had taken the time to work on an old Naboo N-1 and work on restoring the little hot rod. His was not yellow, however, and was a blazing green, the same as any good Corellian child would choose. Flanked by a pair of TIE Exalts, two Alliance X-Wings, and two Coalition … well, he called them Uglies. These fighters were flanked by a pair of DP-20 Gunships, straight out of Corellia and coming home.

“Well, it wasn’t our fault it took time to get the crew together… after the Alliance was meeting with Sullust…” called the captain of the DP-20 Firelight. The real speed that cost them getting here as fast as they could was that the two larger ships needed to pull out of dock around the Alliance Remnant’s new capital. The fighters were ready to go, but Jared knew it wasn’t a smart move to go without support.

His astromech was working with the sensors operator. The pirates were out there and it seemed like a bit of a hairball. “Why are they even coming here… it’s an agri world…” One of the pilots, one of the Exalts mused. “Just get in and steal…”

“No reason, but we can get them. Firelight, Eruption you follow the fighters in, we’ll line p shots for you. Think we can take the smaller craft off the larger Corellian cruisers.” Jared gave out an order as he pushed the throttle forward. “Corellian Command, this is Captain Jared Starchaser, bringing in some light craft support. You focus on the bigger ships and we’ll occupy the smaller craft.”

The fighters and gunships moved forward.

[member="Yula Perl"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]
[member="Anne Albright"]
[member="Thalia Cruz"]
[member="Corellian Muse Fuel"]
@John Lewis

 

[Thalia Cruz]

Thalia could only watch as an ion blast from the enemy star destroyer lanced through one of her corvette escorts, disabling it entirely. She could only imagine the screams as the lights and engines cut off, power unable to cycle fast enough as the turbolaser blast cracked through the hull and melted durasteel. She cursed and looked away. Their fighters had finally met and were clashing in a dance of light and death. Luckily it seemed the Corellian pilots held the upper hand, but that wouldn't matter soon.

"Ma'am, one of the Dreadnoughts is moving on our position. So is their star destroyer!" They had been lucky. The Razor's shields had been up as a precaution and as a result one of the turbolaser shots that hit its mark was absorbed by the shields. The kinetic force of the explosion though still rocked the bridge.

"We can't keep taking hits like that."

"Ma'am I'm reading several more ships coming out of hyperspace!" More? Her heart sank as a familiar form in unfamiliar colors dropped out of hyperspace. How did they have a StarHawk? But then her board's display changed the unknown ships' affiliation color to friendly.

"Its the Directorate!" Came the cry of one of the bridge crew. A low whistle came from another.

"I didn't know they had a fleet this big." Neither had Thalia, but she wasn't going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

"Hail the captain of the StarHawk!" Thalia said. "And pull back our corvettes. What's the ETA for the First's Hawks to arrive?"

"Just under 10 minutes." Another group of friendlies dropped out of hyperspace behind them and she knew that today wouldn't be the day she died.

[member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="John Lewis "]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

His com pinged just as a new set of guests entered. Pirates were attacking? Now? His eyes locked with Faylen's who was already waddling her drunk shebs towards the door. She needed to sober up quickly. He on the other hand was moving to begin mingling again.

"So what brings you to this wonderful little world?" He asked, sidling over to one of the new guests as he took a sip of his Corellian whiskey.

[member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]

 

[Revlen Jonnar]

As the Defender II Fighters began their attack run they completely decimated the enemy Dreadnought with Squadron after Squadron launching attack runs in which the Dreadnought could not handle. Within minutes the first Dreadnought gave in and was destroyed through a series of successive explosions. Soon Lewis decided to make his next move

[SIZE=9pt]“Fire the Ion Cannons and disable that Star Destroyer and in the meantime get me Commander Appelo” He said. Acknowledging the strength of the Pellaeon-III Star Destroyer and the usefulness of the Quasar Carrier. John Lewis planned to capture the ships and add them to Black Squadron as a means to expand the Fleet. When he would report Maracel of his progress he was sure that he would get a promotion. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Then Commander Appelo , the Commander of the Marine Commandos onboard the Phantom Arrived “Sir you wish to see me?” He asked. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Yes Commander , I need you to assemble a Platoon of Marine Commandos and board that Star Destroyer understood?” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Yes sir” The Commander replied and he turned away in order to gather his men. For John Lewis a Corellian Victory would mark the rise of the Directorate and make him a hero to the populace. Then at that moment the Defender-II Fighters had just overwhelmed and destroyed a Second Dreadnought while the Starhawk-II Battleship began pounding the enemy Star Destroyer with it’s Long Range Heavy Ion Cannons soon disabling it within minutes. [/SIZE]

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Location: Ballroom entrance [Objective 1]
Wearing: Dress | Mask
Wielding: Rin's Lightsaber
Tags: Scherezade deWinter | [member=Hanna] | [member=Dracken Pryce]

Walking a little into the ballroom, she was looking around alongside Scherezade when she heard a voice behind her direct to her. Well in her mind hoping so very much she was wrong and mouthing a curse at Scherezade surprised, she was the first to be approach and giving a look of annoyance hiding it from who ever stood behind her. As she turned she found herself face to face with a man that looked to be around her age maybe younger, the mask made it hard to identify. What she could identify was the man's uniform, she had gotta a brief prior to arriving and knew the Corellian Confederation naval officers would be present. Though she was very surprised to find herself the one approach, instead of having to hunt for such a person, let alone it looked to be a higher ranked officer from what she could tell.

Ever since she dropped out of the military academy she tried expunging any ranking system from her mind, plus the fact almost every world had their own system made it a little harder to tell. Giving the man the best smile she could, one trained over years of dealing with nobility and numerous business ventures and a slight laugh. Waving towards Scherezade behind her, in less she had disappeared on her.

"Enjoying the night with a friend and handling some much needed business ventures, nights like these can bring some enjoyments along with a great deal of connections. Networking is the best thing for any business minded individual, my question is what brings a Corellian officer to a small world like this?"

Raising a eyebrow behind her mask and nodding towards a waiter, whispering for some Merisee spirits and watching the man disappear as she turned back to the officer. She knew the planet was joining the Confederation but she rather play herself off as a klutzy noble than someone of major interest. Though it did conflict with her business mindset but never less it could be explained away in a method she was already figuring out as she spoke.

"By the way I had not caught your name sir? Mine is Dutchess Gyvolis from Hapes through I prefer to be called Rin."

Looking out of the corner of her vision towards Scherezade deciding she would just run with her own name and hope it did not cause any issues. She could always play it off as her sister, but given she just said Rin she had a slight feeling of annoyance at her mistake. Curse it that she was approached so quickly, before she could figure out the situation herself. But keeping such issues internal she looked back towards the man, realizing he was a little bit taller than her and had to look up a little even though it was maybe a 3 inch difference? Maybe? Was unsure, but seeing the waiter from before with a tray and her drink and several others, she picked hers up and gave her thanks before proceeding to take a sip.

Giving the man a smile once again as he responded.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

A duchess from Hapes? What was she doing all the way out of the transitory mists this far in the Core Worlds? This agriworld probably felt like a backwater to whatever palace she was used to. He shrugged at her question and gave his drink a swirl before taking a sip.

"I'm Admiral Pryce, second in command of the fleet that's being paraded through the system right now." He gave her a weak smile, "If we're being honest, I'm only here because I'm on orders." He didn't elaborate on what he'd rather be doing as that would probably be deemed inappropriate and he doubted [member="Ava Cartwright"] would appreciate it if he was so open about their limited time together.

He gave a low whistle and took another sip of his drink.

"But Hapes, we're a little far from the Transitory Mists! Is your 'friend' also Hapan Rin?"

His com clicked in his ear and he grimaced, tilting his head to the right. The Rocinante's VI had contacted him and was chatting in his ear. He nodded twice and mouthed something, the com picking up the jaw movement and transmitting the message. The Rocinante and a small escort were attempting a micro-jump slingshot to get to the other side of the planet quickly. Hopefully it didn't rip the battlecruiser to shreds and hopefully it got there before more Corellians died...

[member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Everything was going just as planned for Maracel Yorkell II. As he had arrived at Ball with his fiancé , Jewele Hemsworth another Corellian Aristocrat whom he knew since they were just kids. Maracel had ordered Black Squadron to position itself near the system as a contingency for if they were to be attacked. And just as he anticipated it an attack occurred and Black Squadron was there to save the day. Then Maracel spotted a familiar face , Admiral Pryce who was the second in command of the Fleet parading through the planet. Without hesitation Maracel and his fiance walked towards the Admiral and the figure he was speaking too.

“Admiral Pryce is it? I’m Maracel Yorkell leader of the Directorate and the CEO of Yorkell Industries here is my fiancé Jewele Hemsworth who is the CEO of Hemsworth Incorporation. So what brings a Military Man like you to a Party like this” Maracel began as he greeted the Admiral.

Meanwhile Maracel’s Fiance was focused on the women Pryce was with. Jewele knew through memory all of the Wealthy Aristocrats of the Core Worlds and neighbouring regions but she had never seen this woman’s face before. Though she remained silent she continued to keep an eye on her.

Dracken Pryce