I see fire [Episode 2, Kolene Arc]

[Forim Viridux]

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Flames burned without interference through several sections of the settlement on Kolene. Inside the streets chaos reigned filled with black smoke, angry chanting, blasterfire and explosion or two igniting nearby. A few rotations ago the colony erupted in full revolt led by the Forgotten Sons. Now they control most of Kolene, pushing the Corsec garrison into several isolated pockets of resistance.

[SIZE=11pt]Outside the colony, a dozen old warships and hundreds of fighters belonging to the insurgents blockaded the spaceport still stubbornly held by the garrison troops. Even so it was only a matter of time before the port is taken as well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]However, the Forgotten Sons’ online sensors detected a massive signal. It only gave the blockade half a minute’s warning when a large task force of Corellian vessels came out of lightspeed close to the colony from the east side. The true battle has begun.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Maracel Yorkell II"][/SIZE]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Kolene was, in a way, the heart of the Socorro Asteroid belts. It was the largest settlement in the Belt and had the most Corellian mining assets and financial interests in the system. Initially mining in the Belt had been seen as taboo, but with pushing and lobbying from special interest groups like the Directorate mining had opened up in a larger portion of the asteroids than most were comfortable with. Harsh business practices, limited support from Corellia herself, and a variety of other greivences had given rise to the "Forgotten Sons". They'd originally been an advocacy group for the disparate workers and settlers of the Belt, people who just wanted to go back to their homes and rebuild their lives in the habitation spheres and stations of the Belt. Pryce didn't much understand it, he much preferred solid ground, but he was sympathetic.

Or at least he was, until the Forgotten Sons began attacking Corellian shipments and became common raiders and pirates. And now they'd set Kolene, the Hope of Soccoro's Belt, aflame.

Kolene being an asteroid-based settlement buried inside an asteroid belt meant there wasn't much room to move large ships around. Corellia was thus forced to respond with a task force of smaller ships and carriers. The Corellian Navy didn't have the expertise and know-how to navigate anything bigger than 500 meters through the asteroid. A dozen or so warships aging all the way back to the Omega Protectorate floated before his task force. They had managed to get even a sizable cruiser to defend them.

Pryce as a result was commanding the light cruiser Sword 1, one of the light cruisers that usually sat in the underslung hangar of the Starchild II. A turbolaser blast exploded of their bow, their shields taking a direct hit. The vessel rocked and Pryce winced.

"How are the starfighters doing?"

"The screen is holding sir!" He nodded. Pryce looked up from his command console in the arm of his chair and grimaced as one of the rebel corvettes, engulfed in green flame, beelined for one of the corellian carriers.

"Collision imminent with the Concord!" Just as the bridge officer finished his sentence the burning vessel collided first with the carrier's shields and then with the hull itself, causing a massive green-blue explosion. Silence fell on the bridge.

"C-Concord...Lost with all hands. One squadron of fighters still aboard." Pryce let a loud Corellian curse slip from his lips. These terrorists had gone too far!

[member="Forim Viridux"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

"What are we going to do. What are we going to do?" These were the only words that left the worried Corsec agents mouth. Like a germ the negativity poisoned the air and infected the many others in the adjacent area. All but one. Me. I, The "Green" Jedi that was too high on spice to know what all the fuss was about. Meanwhile outside the local McYodas, The Forgotten Sons were on the hunt and it was only a matter of time before one of them hear or smelt something out of the normal.

" How can you sit there?! How an you call yourself a Jedi!" A female Corsec agent approached me in anger but dared not raise her voice more than a whisper. Blowing smoke her way I glared. " What? What is it? Hmm?" She asked.

" Green." I stated taking another puff and chuckled. " I am a Green Jedi, my sister. But dont be worrying. Everything is as the Force wills. It'll be OK" Im sure my reassurances would be taken with a grain of salt. " Stop freaking out. Your not helping anyone else by panicking. Yah?" I said making gestures with my hands as I sat relaxed in a booth. Inhale. Exhale. Smoke was expelled from my nostrils.

" And how are you helping the situation any more than we are." She asked. Her eyes seeming to fall on the cylinder between my fingers. My focus.
" I am..." I managed to blink several times while holding the inhalation of spice in my lungs. Exhaling I continued to answer. " Meditating. Yeah..meditating. So be quiet."

I held a finger up to my lips.

Sssssshhhhhhhh....

 

[Dion Pembell]

Location : The Ghost (Assimilator-Class Star Destroyer)
Objective : Defeat the Pirate Blockade

Directorate Fleet

Spoiler

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  2 Assimilator-Class Star Destroyers
  
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  1 Majestic-II Class Heavy Cruiser
  
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  2 Sachenn II-class Light Escort Frigates
  
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  4 Nagata-class Heavy Corvettes
  

Kolene. Located in the heart of the Socorro Belt , this Settlement quickly became known for it’s mining facilities and quickly became an important asset for the Directorate due to it’s important mining assets. Maracel Yorkell even purchased a Space Station to move it near the settlement in order to oversee his operations and establish a base of operations for Black Squadron. However with the daring and bold pirate attack the Directorate had to move quickly. With their main forces fighting the Frozen Hand over Azbrian , the Directorate had only a skeleton task force and hesitated to make a move that is until the completion of a new Star Destroyer for the Directorate.

Using the Graveyards of Giants on Jakku , Yorkell Industries was able to begin the construction of Wraith Squadron and Shadow Squadron by using the wreckage of old ships and the minerals from the Socorro Belt to build new ships such as the Assimilator-Class Star Destroyers. By the time of the attack on Kolene , the Directorate already had 10 Assimilators at their disposal but Maracel wanting to speed up to build up of Wraith Squadron only sent 2 Assimilators to Kolene along with Reserve Ships from Black Squadron that had not been sent to Azbrian.

Under the command of Dion Pembell this new Fleet would set course to Kolene in which was not even that far from Space Station Alpha in which Pembell’s Fleet had been assembled. Arriving at the Battle , Dion Pembell onboard of one of the Assimilator Star Destroyers could see the Ships of both the Confederation and of the Forgotten Sons engaged in an intense Battle. “Deploy all Tie Enforcers and Tie Phantoms. We shall crush these Pirates and show these criminals the might of the Directorate”.

As he gave the ordered 28 Tie Enforcers and 14 Tie Phantoms emerged from the hangars and began their assault against the enemy. With both ships possessing advanced deflector shields and having more range then the enemy fighters the Ties was able to destroy a sizable amount of enemy starships before they even entered in range. With the Tie Enforcers and Phantoms mopping up the enemy fighters while taking limited casualties , Dion Pembell gave the order to his Star Destroyers open fire against the enemy at maximum firepower intending to shred the enemy to pieces and demonstrate the resolve of the Directorate.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Not his father, and not technically an enlisted pilot with the Corellians, he was doing the best with what he could. A Force Adept and a crack shot pilot, he was working with what he could. A small mercenary Force, the Warbirds, his father’s ‘family’ among the Unknown Regions had made it more to the center of the galaxy, still head quartering off of the Dawn Treader, their little outfit was taking missions and sorties for hire. Not quite a mercenary band, but it helped to bring a sense of community to the galaxy. Many of the people were trained in the more Living Force aspects, but it didn’t make them outright dark.

Especially if his father had anything to say about it. Recently welcomed back to the fold.

But the pair of DP-20s flanked the Liberator-class Cruiser, one of the three larger ships in the small wandering fleet. This one was captained by Jared and used for his missions. This being one of them. The Liberator, known as the Golden Shore, for its golden paint, was launching fighters, a squadron of Preybirds and a pair of late model Alliance X-Wings squadrons. Captain Starchaser was on the bridge and keeping watch.

“Gunships, cover the Shores and see if we can’t distract some of those fighters. Vultures, you’re linking into the Corellian battle net. Lets see if we can even the score.” They’d been fighting at the blockade off to the side, hoping to see if their smaller ships could break through. They were having some trouble with that, but Jared wanted to stay at the helm here, see what he could do.

“Pryce, Jared Starchaser. We’re coming around to your flank. See if we can’t help you break through.”

[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Forim Viridux]

Once out of lightspeed with the rest of Mynock Squadron Forim behold the sight before him. The Duros had never been to Kolene before until now but he already had a feeling it’s interesting place despite the crisis if nothing else.

Funny way to look at things in the middle of a battle. He thought to himself sitting in the cockpit. Situated second to the right in the line formation that flew forward toward the enemy Forim checked his X-Wing’s systems one more time with Pal, his astromech commenting in the back with the usual banter in droidspeak.

“Yes good job little buddy. Just keep your focus.”

The droid fired back that caused Forim winced briefly.

Pal swears worse than a smuggler. Good thing he is good at his job and honestly there is no one else I would rather have at my side.

Thinking that the immigrant saw enemy fighters and bombers coming in a massive swarm up ahead. Soon Garvin, his squadron leader spoke up in the comms.

“Lock s-foils attack position.”

The X-Wings formed their wing in their trademark shaped and increased thrusters to meet the enemy with their fellow Corellians.

“Let’s get these slime balls!”

Cathy, his comrade soaring next to him on the left proclaimed. Many of the others acknowledged the words one way or another. After losing three of their own in that last ambush no one in Mynock Squadron had any sympathy for the Forgotten Sons.

Moments later both sides opened fired and began their dance of combat with each other. Forim twisted his fighter to right before squeezing off a short burst that missed a hostile only by a few inches. Swearing under breath he dived away before the Concord was destroyed by an insurgent corvette via kamikaze.

Gritting his teeth at the sight and feeling a new sense of hatred he had not expected the flyer turned around, looking for a new target. Meanwhile more Corellian forces and allies joined in the symphony of warfare against the insurgent warships.

[member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Malcolm Oro"] @Dion Pembell [member="Jared Starchaser"]

 

[Bayaz]

Then - Aboard the Fancy - Ire-Class Corvette

The ship rocked as the battle raged around them in space. CorSec police and the Troopers that were stationed were having a rough time with the insurgents. It was beginning to look like someone had not only tipped the Forgotten Sons off but sabotaged Kolene's defenses. They'd already gotten their speech from the Commander and were about to leave in their U-Wing. Marcus took one last drag of his cigara and flicked it into the the path of a mouse droid who stopped, beeped angrily at him, and then sucked it up.

"Don't complain about doing your job droid," he muttered as he slipped the helmet over his head. It sealed with a soft click and he sat down beside one of his comrades.

"Let's go bust some heads!" he shouted as the loading doors closed. Normally they'd have been launched via drop pod, but the goal was not to damage the colony or its environmental dome. Within moments they were flying with a fighter escort down to the surface of the habitation sphere...

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Now - Kolene - McYoda's

He didn't know what happened. One minute they were flying through the city and the next an anti-air cannon had ripped the wing off of their U-Wing. The blast had taken half of the cockpit and the pilot with it. He cursed loudly as a chunk of shrapnel the size of his fist flew past and lodged itself into the chest of one of the other Shock Troopers. He let out a gurgling scream and Marcus knew he wouldn't make it. He cursed again as another shot clipped them and they started spinning. He felt like he was gonna lose his lunch.

The U-Wing wreckage crashed into several speeders before landing on the ground and sliding into a group of resurgents, crushing them beneath the vessel. The sound of metal screeched in his ears as his head bounced around his helmet like a bolo ball. The crash webbing kept him stable somehow but as the U-Wing tumbled through the permacrete wall of the Mc Yoda's he lost all consciousness.

[member="Malcolm Oro"]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Aboard Sword 1 - Bador Type Light Cruiser

"Sir! Several more vessels are exiting hyperspace! They aren't Corellian sir!" Two huge Star Destroyers of an unknown type crashed through space, narrowly dodging asteroids by only a few hundred meters. He wondered if the Forgotten Suns had managed to get their hands on Star Destroyers somehow and realized that they weren't vessels made from KDY at all.

From the viewport he could see the colors.

The Directorate.

He cursed through his teeth. The Directorate definitely had a stake in Kolene. In fact they were probably part of the reason the Forgotten Sons had become so violent. As TIE variants screamed out of their hangar he wondered if the people running that place got off on imitating the dictators of the past.

"Stand down," he said calmly. It was a wonder they'd managed to get such large vessels into orbit around Kolene to begin with. "Its the Directorate." This was a new development. Corellia herself was a titan of industry, he knew that most of the people in charge encouraged companies to expand and grow.

He wondered how they would feel about a company fielding its own private star destroyer fleets. With the dozen or so Battlecruisers in the Corellian Navy he knew that even a conglomerate as large as theirs wouldn't be able to stand up to the Corellian Navy...But it was still disconcerting.

"Sir, we're also getting a transmission from those Privateers." Finally, something he didn't have to worry about.

"Put it through," he said. A familiar face lit up his holoprojector. The Prodigal Son of Corellia. "Starchaser," he said, ignoring the young captain's disregard for military rank for later, "Its good to see you. We'll make some room for your boys then!" He nodded to the com officer who then began sending out orders to pilots and ship captains.

He smirked as several preybirds and Alliance era X-Wings flew past the viewport, some still flying Alliance colors. How long had it been since the GA had fallen? Far longer than it actually had been he knew.

"Fire!" came the shout of the weapon's officer. Green energy lanced from overhead as the turbolasers fired into a nearby enemy corvette's engines. The engine housing shattered, causing the engines to flicker before the vessel stopped moving.

"Prepare a boarding party for that ship," Pryce ordered, "I want the crew alive. They'll answer for their crimes here today."

 

[Myri Bastra]

The most frustrating thing about being trapped on a ship in the middle of a space battle was how helpless it made you feel, your fate was in teh hands of a handful of men and women on the bridge and no matter how capable and prepared you were there was nothign you could do about that. There was no way you could reach out and punch a ship after all, these battles were fought from hundres if not thousands of meters away. Well out of her range, well out of her ability to make a difference in the fight, Myri and her fellow commandos were left with no choiice but to wait in their readyroom, watching the screens and the space battle borne out on those screens.

All that was about to change though, the call for a boarding party had been issued, and Myri wasn't about to pass up this opportunity to take her fate into her own hands, or at the very least to risk being shot by a real person not a gigantic ship thousands of meters away...she really needed to punch something.

"Move, last on on the shuttle's going to clean the readyroom with their toothbrush...after the after party."

There was always an after party, always a celebration of a mission well done. The commando hefted her rifle, fingers running down the side to check her ammo, all she had to do was make sure they all came back.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The small fleet of Warbirds was getting ahead of itself. They were making the move towards the rest of the fleet. Being spread out they’d be easier targets, it was the downfall of a flanking maneuver. But what Jared was hoping for, was when they got closer to the Confederation’s fleet, they’d be able help defend the larger fleets and his own team was a bit different than the homeworld’s. They could place themselves into a position that the Corellians were not able to. It was a bit riskier, but that was why the Warbird Privateers were here.

“Roger. Glad to be of service, sir.” The fighters being launched were a mix of Home Guard Preybirds and Alliance X-Wings, the Alliance Remnant state of the Coalition here to assist their compatriots. The X-Wings were circling around to help provide a screen for the shuttles that were going to be launched. The Corellians were going to be taking the fight aboard the ship, but the Warbirds?

They’d remain in space, and do their thing.

The gunships were moving ahead of the Shore and keeping the fire coming at them, the shields protecting the turbolasers, but the fire was getting sent right to the gunships. The enemy knew to take down where the fire was coming from first.

[member="Dracken Pryce"]
[member="Forim Viridux"]

 

[Forim Viridux]

Pal shrieked out a warning to Forim as their X-Wing’s shields reached critical. From behind a Guardian fighter hot in pursue, firing short bursts at them. “Blast it all!” The Duros grunted in desperation. It was in that moment the young pilot noticed from the sensor how close the hostile was from him.

Making a split second decision Forim slowed as the shields were gone and committed a barrel roll at the last second. The hostile obviously not trained for dogfight maneuvering for she flew surprised at her move. Forim however, did not hesitate, locking on target from above and fired a torpedo. The missile shot forth, following the now panicked insurgent who tried to shake it.

“You’re not getting away.” The Durosian whispered, squeezing down the trigger. A volley of laserfire aimed in front of the Guardian craft who evaded it by diving away in response. However, the insurgent had let her focus off on the torpedo that moments slammed into the center mass of the craft.

Forim did not stayed to watch the explosion that destroyed his unknown foe and instead turned away, searching for new targets.

[member="Marcus Rail"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Myri Bastra"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] @Dion Pembell [member="Malcolm Oro"]

 

[Dion Pembell]

As their Corellian Allies engaged the enemy , the Directorate Fleet moved into range of the enemy fleet as the Ties swept through the Blockade eliminating any Fighters they found. As the Battle continued Dion Pembell observed the Battle on the bridge of his Star Destroyer. “Sir , we are in range of the enemy. Orders?” With his Fleet in range , Pembell wished to demonstrate the power of the Directorate to the Allies and Enemies of the Directorate. The Pembell gave his order. “Open fire on the enemy Fleet , destroy every single Pirate Ship. We shall demonstrate everyone who is present what the Directorate is made off and that they are a force to be reckoned with.”

With Dion Pembells order , the Directorate Fleet opened fire and soon within seconds they destroyed the enemy lead ship , a hijacked EF96 Nebulon A Frigate as the ship was split in two shortly after the Directorate Fleet opened fire. In addition to the Frigate and 1 enemy Corvettes were also destroyed within seconds with others sustained damage from the fleet. Then something unexpected happened. One enemy Corvette broke off from the Insurgent Fleet and headed straight for the Ghost in an attempt to ram it’s bridge. However the rapid intervention of a nearby Squadron of Tie Enforcers took down the Corvette in which crashed on the top of the Star Destroyer with the shields taking most of the impact.

On the bridge of his Star Destroyer , Dion Pembell ordered the Fleet to slowly press forward in their attack with the Star Destroyers continuing their attack despite the crowded space and the Tie Enforcers and Tie Phantoms engaging with the enemy. With the Leadship gone there was only a Flotilla of Corvettes and Freighters left to engage with the Corellian and Directorate Forces and Dion Pembell was certain that victory was near and that the Directorate would triumph against it's enemies

Marcus Rail Dracken Pryce Myri Bastra Jared Starchaser Malcolm Oro Forim Viridux

 

[Samantha Solo]

A bit longer she counted in her head. There was a rumble and a sound that sounded like the shredding of metal. Her orders were simple get passed the front lines and take out the defenses or make it possible for someone else to take them out.

Kolene she studied what little they had. She had requested a couple of probe droids be sent down they barely made it to the surface before they were taken out. She was going in blind, learning as she went, and prayers to the goddess that she'd find what they needed and save lives.

The escape pod rolled and Sam could take it no longer, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as much as gravity has changed when they shot her out of the ship, the abrupt stop that came after all the rolling took her by surprise. "Oh my god" She breathed ok ok she popped the door crawled out and looked around. She wasn't as close as she hoped and she had not gone unnoticed for sure. off we go. She got up and began a slow jog.

Forgotten Sons would send someone to investigate. She would be an unfamiliar face in a settlement where everyone knew everyone else. On an asteroid no less she kneeled for a moment focus Sam She nodded to no one but herself. I got this. Sam rose up and set off again.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The Directorate destroyer was making quick work of the vessels before them and so the Admiral took the opportunity to move his forces. His eyes glanced over the tactical holo which displayed the strength of their forces. The fighters were still holding, and outside of the freak crash accident their forces were holding.

There was little he could do now, the Directorate's attack had seemingly cut the head off of the snake, though he doubted that was all they had. As if on cue the sensor officer shouted in surprise.

"Several more ships exiting hyperspace!" Two assault frigates dropped out of hyperspace along with a fresh crop of fighters and freighters. Where were they getting these ships? Dracken cursed under his breath. They were under the assault frigates, maybe a few thousand meters away, the assault frigate's shadow engulfing the smaller Bador frigate.

"Fire ion cannons. Target the shield blisters!"

[member="Samantha Solo"] @Dion Pembell [member="Forim Viridux"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Myri Bastra"]

 

[Samantha Solo]

Her ears were ringing and she wasn't sure her brains weren't scrambled from this hair brained idea of how to get onto the asteroid.

She couldn't help but kneel there a few more minutes, but in her mind she heard the words told to her time after time, wasted time costs lives. She got to her feet wobbly and undamaged.

She began a slow jog scouting a way in. And hopefully a way to turn off the weapons, without causing too much of a commotion. She so far did not see any patrols but then why would they be out here..no one was fool enough to do what she had done..right?

She didn't know but it was what she would tell herself to keep moving.

[member="Dracken Pryce"] | [member="Dion Pembell "]| [member="Forim Viridux"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Myri Bastra"]

 

[Anne Albright]

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LOCATION: NEAR THE ASTEROIDS ​

MISSION: SEEK AND DESTROY INSURGENTS​

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[member="Samantha Solo"] [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Dion Pembell"] [member="Forim Viridux"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Myri Bastra"] [member="Marcus Rail"]​

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[Ship Specs]​

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CDF Razor had taken her licks in the Pre Assault. She was hung back, behind the main line of fighting. As they watched on their scopes, damage control teams were scampering around their hulls dousing fires, and patching holes where munitions had punched through like bullets through cardboard. Anne was at the helm, hands crossed behind her back, up on the central catwalk overseeing the lot of her bridge minions.

"Whats the status on deck three?"

"We've a major breach."

"Deck four?"

"Rounds came in and went out clean. Three inches from the reactor though, another three inches and we'd be getting cooked right now."

Anne growled. She felt her blood boil hot and her face flush. Rounds through the hull were a badge of honor for a warship. Nonetheless this ship was like her child. She'd be damned if it died on her watch.

"Dispatch all auxiliary teams and keep our fighters on standbye to-"

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From behind the asteroids a single vessel slipped out. Matte black, coated in Reflec. The helmsman cried out in terror as he watched the sensors flare up to life. Twin obsidian ports came open from the oblong egg and disgorged two white hot orbs. There was no time to react. Before he could even get a cry off the shimmering space where the Stealth Ship had been vanished.

The scopes went dead, blue sparks arcing across the panels, scorching flesh and fabric alike.

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Anne felt it before she heard it. A massive blast rocked them as the rail-gun rounds pierced their armor, struck the rear port magazine and proceeded to open the gates of hell. Alarms blared, doors slammed shut, crew-members screamed. She herself found her face planted into the deck plates, the taste of copper mixing with the acrid smell of scorched durasteel.

Smoke filled the air so much she thought herself in a spice induced hallucination.

"Direct hit! Rear port! We're venting atmo."

She coughed, unable to make her muscles move herself off the deck.

"Were in Code Aurek, we're gonna sink! Code Aurek...."​