[Jedi/Sith Empire] Rock and a Hard Place - pt2 Jedi Rescue

[Coren Starchaser]

The worst of it was that they could have gotten more. The Sith were working to move quickly to get rid of the Jedi, and their forces were a bit overwhelming. The Unified Jedi Front, though, with members from the Silvers, Commenor, the Alliance in Exile, and groups linked to the Republic and the Outer Rim Coalition. The Jedi strike team had come in, removed some of the Jedi from the prison train, and others who had fled to the city. Now, the Jedi were on the run again.

Again. Why was it always like this.

Just for once, he wanted to make the first strike, he yearned for the time when the Alliance was still standing. But he knew it wasn't always going to be like this.

Moving from the hangar as he all but leapt from U-Wing. he was lucky to have gotten picked up, and ship all but threw itself into the hangar of the Star Cruiser Safe Haven. Guarded by a pair of corvettes and a frigate analog, the Mon Calamari cruiser was the mainstay of this evacuation fleet, having delayed fighters and other strikers from several other smaller transports who already jumped safely into hyperspace.

Anywhere in hyperspace, just not Jabiim.

Diving on the intercom, Starchaser gave a count before tapping it. "All ships landed. Go, go now!" He ordered. The darkness was not far behind, he could sense it. Just as he sensed the move to hyperspace. Stepping back into the hangar, he was helping to run triage, and to calm the maelstrom of emotions that was coming off everyone.

"We're in hyperspace. We're set for now. Medics will be here." He heard one of the newer Jedi calming a refugee. The General-Master walked through nodding to the scared and hurt until the medics arrived. From there he stepped out.

Making his way through the halls, he could feel the ship reverting to real space before

"Go for Starchaser..." The Corellian responded, already quickening his pace

"General, need you on the bridge..."

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Once he made it to the bridge, he saw exactly what was wrong. They were not at the coordinates for the meet up with the Sentinel Roving Line. He was hoping to see the Spear of the Alliance. Instead he was greeted by the Dreadnought Behemoth.

"Frak. how far are we? Can we jump?"

The ship's captain looked at Starchaser and shook his head. "We would lose the corvettes..." And this was a war of attrition, he knew that. Orders were already going out for the corvettes to get ahead of the Haven and Coren nodded.

"Get a message out to the Fleets. Get Spear, and whoever else we can, to join us at a new rendezvous. Keep shields up..." He shook his head. "Launch fighters in response to theirs..." Before he could continue, warning klaxons were going off as the ships were turning and setting a new trajectory, hoping to outrun the gravity well. And the time it would take? it didn't seem soon enough, compared to the weapons that were barring down on the small ships.

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OOC: Welcome to the second part of the Jedi Rescue... We are looking to escape the Sith Fleet. Sith will be boarding the Jedi ships. For fleeters, we're running on a similar scheme to the Last Jedi. We'll keep out of range, bring the fight to the larger vessels, and fighters.

Alliance-in-Exile, and SJO fleets will be arriving as back up shortly to break into smaller fleeting engagements.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="John Locke"]

Safe Haven - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/131328-mc42-mon-calamari-star-cruiser/
Behemoth - http://starwarsrp.net/topic/137385-behemoth-class-super-star-dreadnought-update/

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Daggers in the dark.

A gulf of blackness shrouding them as it passed overhead, a stabbing spear of savagery and oppression. It moved slowly, slovenly, through the empyrean void blotting out whole clusters of stars as it did. Pinpricks of light blossomed across its prow, growing larger and larger as those pinpricks turned into thin streaks, and then into corvette-sized, blurs of seething hot plasma that battered against crackling shields with enough force to cause the victimized ship to undulate under the pressure. Smaller shapes clustered in the shadows, great swarms of vultures that swam through the emptiness answering with their own scathing bite as laser fire saturated aft shields.

The wolves have come, greedy and hungry, snapping at the heels of the righteous with ever dogged persistence and unyielding cruelty. They did not view the lambs they chased as anything more than prey, meat to be ripped apart and voraciously devoured piecemeal.

Compassion was an ancient forgotten concept.

And aboard the lead ship watched with rapt aversion, his desire to see the Light snuffed overriding all other wants and needs. The Emperor of the Sith seethed on his black iron throne, looking down upon his subjects and enemies alike with the same stoic glare.

"We've caught them in our net, Supreme Excellency. There's little more they can do now except move at sublight speed."

"Excellent, give chase to them. They'll run themselves ragged long before we will, and when they finally tire I will bathe the starways in their blood."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]​

 

[H3xle]

Iona moved forward from the hatch as soon as the last of the rescue craft touched down. She kept her breath steady, doing her best to not only exude a facade, but to exude a truly calming aura to the area around her. Her efforts hit upon various states of despair, fear, pain, anger, and a host of other heightened emotional states. Her training was excellent, but it was going to be an uphill battle to calm the refugees.

It always was.

"We're in hyperspace. We're set for now. Medics will be here." She said, a bright spot in the Force brushed past behind her as she spoke to a young family coming off of the first of the rescue craft. She recognized [member="coren starchaser"] only from afar, having never met the man. She pushed him out of her mind, hero worship could be saved for another time and place. She continued to focus on her calming aura. "Medics are on their way, we've set up the forward area of the bay as a triage station. If you are able to walk under your own power, please go to the starboard side. That is your right when facing that door." She said, motioning to the hatch that Starchaser had disappeared through and the medics were now coming in from. "Otherwise, we will have people assist you forward."

She smiled and moved to the next group as some moved forward and starboard.

"Once you've been checked by the medics, we have food ready in the..."

Klaxons sounded as the ship shuddered with its exit from hyperspace.

Darkness loomed.

Instinctively, her hand touched the hilt of her lightsaber. She felt the fear that had been subsiding rise again, and she bore down on her attempt to exude calm.

"Get these people moved to the mess hall, it's more secure." She ordered to a nearby soldier of the Alliance-in-Exile. He nodded and began issuing orders to get people moving into the ship. Iona turned toward the bay doors, crossed her hands before her and waited for the darkness to come.

[member="darth carnifex"] | [member="john locke"]​

 

[WolfMortum]

Starfighter: The Kal'vyshde'.​

Objective: Defend the Jedi Fleet, ​

("Safe Haven" Star-Cruiser, 2x Corvettes and 1x Frigate).​

Co-Pilot: "Chip" BB-Series Astromech Droid.​

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The Kal'vyshde' shot out of hyperspace alongside the 'Safe Haven', the Mon Cal' Star-Cruiser looming overhead of the Fighter's canopy. Behind Bekk, the two Corvettes appeared along with the sole frigate seeking to jump to safety and out of reach from the Sith Empire. "Chip, where are we?" Bekk spoke into his headset, the Astromech docked within the top of the fighter, his whistle coming back through the vessels central console, binary translated into written dialect.

While the little droid worked on determining their current co-ordinates, Chip also relayed the growing sensor readings of their pursuers. "Shields up, this is going to be rough..." he replied into the mic, turning his attention back to the monitor ahead of him and going over a quick systems check. The last thing he needed was for the Kal'vyshde's primary systems to go down while avoiding blaster-fire.

[member="Iona Pravice"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

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[Rick Kaloo]

Vesper - Harpy-class artillery cruiser​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], AiE, SJO
Enemies: Sith

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The cruiser was dislodged from hyperspace, ending up about a kilometer above the Alliance fleet, angled neither towards the Alliance or Sith vessels.

Rick had purposely drove into the gravity well, expecting to not be able to leave unless the enemy was disabled or destroyed. For now, the cruiser, and the rebel fleet in general, were out of range of the Sith. And as Vesper's radar reconnected, Rick realized just how lucky they were.

The Sith force was headed by a colossal dreadnought, possibly double or even triple the size of Pickle Rick. If Rick had brought it in, the massive Sith vessel would've demolished it in seconds. The Alliance Exile fleet wasn't much better equipped than Vesper, with only a cruiser, frigate, and two corvettes to spare. Rick had fought against insane odds before, but there would be no way to even scratch the enemy fleet with external force.

However, Rick had come prepared. He knew the Sith were determined and well-equipped, so he had brought along special weapons of his own. Vesper was equipped with twelve boarding guns, each one with an impressive range and speed. If the Sith starfighters could be distracted sufficiently, a group of specialists could breach the dreadnought's hull.

From the command bridge, Captain Seth Palli, Rick's second-in-command, relayed Rick's orders. "Start moving away from the Sith fleet, we do NOT want their guns to get within range. Prep the boarding cannons, ensure they are filled, and focus all remaining power on engines and rear shielding."

In the meantime, Rick stood defiantly in the hall directly behind the left row of boarding guns, wearing only his typical white clothing. However, on his belt lay Shieldbreaker, a unique and extremely powerful sniper rifle. Combined with his abilities in the Force, Rick was a highly accomplished soldier.

"In just a few minutes, all of you will enter a pod, and be launched directly at the enemy." lectured Rick. "While these pods are shielded and accelerate rapidly, there is a chance that they might not make it. But as long as at least one pod hits home, we stand a vastly greater chance against the Sith fleet."

"So, let's get moving!"

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Late to the party. Damian wasn't an admiral with a fleet, or a captain with a great warship, nor was he a general of an army or even a soldier. He was barely a Jedi, at least by his own estimation. Still [member="Coren Starchaser"] was family, kind of, and that meant something. He had received his uncles message while in a meeting negotiating the price of cloth of all things, and the truth was Damian was glad to be out of it. No great fleet or ship accompanied him, just a personal shuttle designed more for luxury than combat. Still it was fast and he was able to quickly arrive at the rendezvous point seeing the Safe Haven and requesting docking permission. It took a few requests before he was finally granted access to the ships hanger, it was almost like they didn't believe he was related to Coren.

Docking wasn't difficult and soon he found himself highly over dressed on the flight deck of a warship. Loosening and then taking off the tie he began to trek out of the bay, a droid following behind him catching the tie and later his jacket. [member="Iona Pravice"], a Jedi he didn't recognize; he recognized so few, was directing the line of refugee's. Evacuee's were being taken to the mess hall with medic's checking them out and tending to the injured. Damian wasn't sure where he fit in, and had an urge to simply leave until he saw the line of refugees.

The man's master had been a healer of some note, and he had aspired to match her skill. He failed. No natural aptitude and an inequity left him wanting in the department of force healing, still he knew a few tricks and his paltry skills were quickly put to use. First aid of course didn't require the force and he was more than proficient in basic medical abilities and took a spot in line tending to wounds and checking on general condition.

Anxiously he looked at the people, when battle started he'd have to get involved, jump in a fighter or fight off boarders... whatever was required of him.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Safe Haven
Allies: Jedi and friends
Enemies: Sith

Corso, a mid aged Jedi Guardian, was posted at the Starcruiser's bridge as security. He wore dark blue leather tunic with a right shoulder guard with the insignia of his house upon it. He wore a black Cavalier hat and a elegant blue shoulder cape that draped off the left shoulder. Calfskin high boots with his black trousers tucked into it would complete the tapani noble's attire along with his rapier styled lightsber secured to his belt. Klaxons blaring, crews scrambling and Master Starchaser at the very center of it with the sith nipping at their heels and all Tyro could do was inwardly laugh at the ironic naming of the very ship he was on. 'Safe Haven'. This was the least safest place in the galaxy and yet the guardian found humor in it all. What was the point in life if you could not face death with a smile on your face?

Ty stroked his beard with a gloved hand, was all he could do to resist reaching for the flask of corellian whiskey he had hidden in his tunic's inner pocket. His tongue longed for the wood and spicy flavor to ignite his pallet but drinking on the job was frowned upon. He also had the urge to go for one of his Dihlnlexan cigars but smoking on a ship was also not prohibited. Sides from the imminent risk of death that was chasing them, this post was dull in his opinion. He was anxious, like everyone on that ship and possibly the fleet around him. Was not one for just standing around waiting, but that was what his job entailed on this tour and it certainly was his turn. So, he just stood their, waiting while keeping his hand occupied with the thickness of his beard.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

“Again, insects, you ask what am I? What I am is angry. What I am is insane with rage.”​

In the endless vacuum of space its darkness was bathed in the light of an endless firestorm.

A speck of light found itself on the receiving end of a monstrous foe, a ship ten kilometers in length its hull so dark it seemed to suck in the light from around it. Its decks glowed with dancing lights as thin blades of superheated plasma were set loose to slam into the rear shields of the fleeing ships. The righteous vermin had set loose an angry giant, a Goliath whose very size darkened clusters of stars. The demons were hot on their heels now a swarm unleashed as if they had triggered its hive. They didn't see their enemy as a worthy adversary, a respected foe, they were mongrels whose lives were worthless. They were the overly ambitious Jedi who punched far beyond their weight class and for their defiance everyone would die, and everything would burn.

For their pursuers cruelty was boundless.

Deep within the honeycombed hull of one of the two leading ships atop a massive throne sat an armored giant, a behemoth that radiated an aura of pure void blackness. The darkness throbbed like a beating heart around this Dark Titan the amalgamation of pure evil, an entity more than an actual person stained with the unmistakeable taint of the demons from the Great Beyond. Darth Prazutis the Lord of Lies, Supreme Commander of the Sith-Imperial Military, Shadow Hand of the Sith Empire. A legendary figure of infamy from the Zambrano Family who stood as the word and will, the hatred and rage of the Sith'ari, the Immortal Sith Emperor [member="Darth Carnifex"] manifested. A dark figure who could be seen all throughout history at the side of the Black Iron Tyrant orchestrating some of the most vile atrocities ever witnessed in both this age and those prior. Some said he wasn't a man at all, others claimed through sheer resemblance that he was the brother of Emperor Kaine Zambrano. One thing was true about who Darth Prazutis is.

Annihilation.

"It won't be long now your majesty. They can only maintain sublight speed for so long. We are overlapping a security net over the entire area with the Behemoth. They are trapped."

"They will not be afforded the luxury of such peace. Prepare my vessel we move to board them. None will be left alive by the time the lead vessel slows."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"It's truly amazing how many of you think you can escape the Emperor's Wrath."​

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A single booming voice echoed throughout the Jedi's hanger, assaulting the very minds of the refugees with it's venom. Unnatural fear. Atop one of the passageways above the gathering group a portal of darkness suddenly expanded. Through it a number of figures stepped aboard, lead by an armored figure towering at near nine feet tall. The expressionless mask stared down at the gathering of people.

"Go forth, sow despair. Remind the Jedi of their place." The figures around him went into action, leaping down into the now surely panicked crowd below. The armored Zambrano remained above, overseeing the destruction of his father's hated foes.

[member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Tyro Corso"] [member="Iona Pravice"]

 

[Viviana]

"Master Starchaser, I can sense him." The large and imposing form of the Beorni stepped up beside [member="Coren Starchaser"] as he stared out at the Imperial Dreadnought. Even from this distance Calder could sense that aura of death, where the spirits of the Force dared not dwell less they be reduced to ash. Already he set a hand down upon his hammer out of instinct. There was little hope for those rescued if they couldn't get away from the ships.

"If we're going to escape, we need to head them off. If a strike force can pull the attention away long enough by directly assaulting the Emperor, do you think the ships can pull together enough to jump?"

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

"Strike force? Who needs a strike force when you have me and Coren here?"

The overly-boisterous voice boomed from across the bridge, its owner quickly being sighted as technicians and Jedi moved out of the way to accomodate his path towards Calder and Coren. Contrary to the worried looks of most of the people around him, Cotan's face was cheery, with a grin plastering itself across his features. Of course, anybody who knew him well enough would know that it was fake, as was the aura of calm and joviality he seemed to be projecting, but that was a rather small number of people on the ship.

"We need to keep as many people back to guard the ships from boarders as possible, and we don't have enough to form a good strike force for that as it is, without trying to press some of our newly-rescued friends into immediate service. Besides, I've still got a score to settle, and I'm not going to let six other Jedi try and take it from me." Cotan reached out, clapping Coren on the shoulder.

"What do you say? Seems like our second-favourite Sith Lord has also come out to play. You go after Prazutis, and I go after Carnifex, sound like a good deal?" He squeezed Coren's sould playfully, his grin growing wider. "Because if it doesn't, then I call dibs on the Emperor anyways. I've still got to pay him back a broken rib or two after Coruscant." He turned back to Calder, nodding at the much larger Jedi.

"Based on previous experience, the two of us can provide a decent distraction on that front. If you do decide to get a strike team or two together, send them off to try and break the gravity well projectors holding us down. That'll be the best bet for us all to get out of here."

[member="Calder Icehammer"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Jerek Zenduu]

Flying: Flashdance
Equipment: Gravity Hurts, Lightsaber, Hololink, Utility Belt
Nearby: [member="Bekk Mag'ra"]
Engaging: No one (dance partners welcome)
Objective: Defend the Jedi Fleet!

The inky blackness swallowed the red-striped starfighter as it blew out of the hangar bay with the rest of the Safe Haven's complement.

The raw speed of the Flashdance quickly pulled Jerek ahead of the others, causing him to dial back the power for the moment. It would have been better if the other squadrons were made up of J-2 fighters like his own, but the fleet's rag-tag nature had forced them to be comprised of whatever could be loaded in the moment. After having flown with the crisp, mint-condition forces of the New Republic, it was almost comforting for Jerek to be hobbled once more by the force of circumstance that created such unique solutions.

He grinned with glee at the thought, at the feel of the starfighter's power around him, the ease at which it glided through space, and the urge to shout in excitement was strong.

This was not the time for shouting, though. Ahead, he faced a giant of a starship, a black wound against the multitude of stars. His fighter's computer wasn't showing any enemy starfighters yet launched, but the dreadnaught loomed as a large symbol on the sensor display. "Cresh, get me a breakdown of the specs on that thing," the youth ordered his starfighter's computer system, and his face went pale as the ship listed out all the information it could pick up from its enhanced sensors and visual targeting scanners. "Well, thanks, I guess?"

It felt very odd talking to a computer, but [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] had assured him he would get used to it eventually; at least it wasn't a droid.

Coming up alongside one of his fellow Jedi Aces, the boy opened up a comm channel to the fighter, "This is Padawan Jerek Zenduu, callsign 'Chatterbox', need a wingman?"

 

[WolfMortum]

Starfighter: The Kal'vyshde'.​

Wingman: [member="Jerek Zenduu"].​

Objective: Defend the Jedi Fleet, ​

("Safe Haven" Star-Cruiser, 2x Corvettes and 1x Frigate).​

Co-Pilot: "Chip" BB-Series Astromech Droid.​

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"This is Padawan Jerek Zenduu, callsign 'Chatterbox', need a wingman?".​

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Bekk turned his attention to the starboard side of the Kal'vyshde as [member="Jerek Zenduu"]'s voice came in over the comm's and his Starfighter soon appeared alongside the Zabrak's own. The Flashdance looked liked an impressive fighter, especially for a Jedi Padawan to be flying, though Bekk had a fond love for the old-school (even though he put time into modifying the Kal'vyshde himself).

"Padawan Zenduu, this is Bekk Mag'ra".

Bekk responded through his headset, offering the young man a wave from within the canopy.

"Two sets of eyes are always better than one my friend, by all means join me!".

He said with a smile, despite the fact Jerek would never see it to appreciate the welcome response.

The Astromech whirled out an approving sound, the screen translating Chip's sense of relief in having another high grade fighter alongside them. "Yeah no kidding bud" Bekk chuckled under his breath as the droid relayed the friendly vessels stats to the primary terminal in front of him. Tapping the touch screen a couple times with his left hand, the Zabrak diverted power from the weapons to the engines in order to keep pace with Jerek's fighter. He'd switch back to prioritize fire-power once they were in range of the Sith Armada.

"Don't engage unless they come in range of the Safe Haven".

Bekk instructed the Padawan, though it was less of an order and more of a suggestion as he wasn't entirely familiar with who Jerek was, nor did Bekk belong to any particular branch of the Order specifically.

"We don't need to go making their job easier for them. Once our ships come under flak, we'll do what we can to be a thorn in their side...-Hopefully we can buy our people some time to get the hell outta dodge...-Maybe even hit something critical if we're lucky".

 

[Coren Starchaser]

There were always a few more tricks up Coren’s sleeves. From training to his cybernetics. But now? It was a bit of getting creative and doing what he was trained for. Hunting the Sith and fighting them back. But this time he had refugees with him, and his fighting force was already weakened. “Get the call out. We need reinforcements. Push the smaller ships ahead, we can take a few hits, to buy some time.” Turning, the Jedi Master took a deep breath. They had other issues, but the ships crew? They could handle part of it.

He could feel the Sith in the ships, and knew that more were coming.

As he stepped from the bridge, he heard the call that a second Dreadnought had shown up. He really was wishing he had been able to save the Vanguard at Coruscant. He was going to have to do this the old fashioned way. Hopefully Cotan was up for a fight.

He turned to Calder, knowing the Jedi Burr was always ready for a fight. “There are two. Carnifex… and Prazitus…” He shook his head. “Cotan’s right. I’ve got the call out to the Silver Jedi and the Alliance. We will have reinforcements, but we need to drag the Sith out. I’ll stall Praz, you two wanna go after Carnifex, unless you have another idea, Calder?”

“Lets get to the hangar.”

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Bekk Mag'ra"]
[member="Jerek Zenduu"]
[member="John Locke"]
[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
[member="Calder Icehammer"]
[member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Damian Starchaser"]
[member="Tyro Corso"]

 

[Viviana]

"I can assure you it would be better to send anyone else after the Gravitywell. Those need to be taken down, and sending someone as large as me will only bring attention to our plan." That, and the large Beorni wanted to fight the Emperor again. He too had his reasoning for wanting to cross weapons with this harbinger of death. Thankfully he didn't have to argue the point once [member="Coren Starchaser"] spoke up.

"I will gladly take the chance to bring justice for what Carnifex did to my people. If this can keep them distracted long enough, you have my hammer." He nodded his head to [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] , giving the Knight a rather toothy smile. "So let us show them the Jedi will not be so easily broken."

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Safe Haven Hanger

Damian was tending to wounded when he felt, and then saw, the portal opening up. He'd never dealt with such a phenomenon before in his life having only read about it in his studies, so he did what he did to most unknown problems. He threw a bomb at it.

In a steady fluid motion he dropped what he was doing and went to his belt un-clipping a small explosive package and letting it drop to his feet while continuing to his lightsaber. Seconds after touching the ground Damian kicked the package at the tall Sith who he took for one of the Zambrano brood by his outlandish height. The explosive ignited under the portal sending a wave of concussive force up and out sending troopers sprawling onto the deck. "I suggest you run," Damian said to the civilians behind him putting his saber up in a guard pose prepared to receive the enemy attack blocking them from striking at refugees.


[member="Kahlil Zambrano"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tyro Corso"] [member="Iona Pravice"] @Anyone at the hanger or on the way....

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Vesper - Harpy-class artillery cruiser​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], AiE, SJO
Enemies: Sith

A second Sith dreadnought appeared, as massive and terrifying as the first.​

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Luck was once again on the side of the fleeing rebels, as the armaments of both enemy battleships remained out of range. However, Vesper's boarding guns remained viable.

Onboard, power was slowly converted from auxiliary functions to powering the boarding guns, providing a greater speed and acceleration required for the boarding pods to impact the enemy safely. But, as more power was given to the boarding tubes, Vesper's engines began producing reduced thrust. Soon, it would fall behind the fleet and into the range of Sith guns.

"We have to fire within the next minute, or we're all dead." warned Captain Seth on Vesper's bridge. "Ignore the second dreadnought, if we can infiltrate the first, we might be able to turn the two against each other."

On Vesper's bridge, calculations were desperately made, as all twelve boarding guns tilted to face the first of the two black Sith dreadnoughts. The forward shielding on each boarding pod was activated, and their airlocks were sealed.

"Fire now!" yelled Seth.

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With Shieldbreaker in his arms, Rick jumped into the nearest boarding pod. He was joined shortly by eleven marines, making a total of twelve boarders. They were heavily armed, with a machine gunner and grenadier present, as well as Rick's own Force abilities and weaponry.

With a click, the door behind the squad was closed and sealed. A loud thump suddenly resounded through the pod as it was ejected, soaring towards the enemy, joined by eleven more.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Save Haven Bridge---- heading towards hangar
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Sith

Tyro did not need acute sense in the force to realize there were intruders aboard. His security comms lit up relaying the events going on in the hangar. What puzzled the knight was the mere fact there were no sightings of boarding crafts what so ever. No reports of hull breaches accept for some kind of 'Hole' in the hangar, what ever that meant. Tryo would soon find out with his eyes as he would quickly follow Master Coren and his retinue. His hand would instinctively grip for his elegant lightsaber, fashion to resemble a rapier with knuckle guard and cross-guard made of songsteel for added protection and binding techniques. The weapon was customized to fit Tyro's preferred from of combat, Form II or also known as Makashi.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Supreme Excellency, our scanners are detecting boarding projectiles cruising through our perimeter. Shall I redirect fighters to intercept?"

The trajectory of the boarding pods could be seen on a three-dimension holographic representation of the surrounding space, indicating that they indeed were attempting to make a beeline for the Sith command ship. This was a tactic employed by almost every enemy that had gone up against the Behemoth, to try and destroy it from within to cut the head off the snake.

It happened with such frequency that the Emperor had anticipated it, and had prepared accordingly.

"Harry them convincingly, but do not commit too many resources into dissuading their advance. If the Jedi are so eager to come to me, then I will oblige them. In the meantime, don't let the main fleet forget that we are here." Massive turbolasers, the largest on any ship in the Sith Armada, swivel to turn their pair of gargantuan cannons towards the Jedi fleet. Streaks of emerald plasma soar through the black void, incinerating anything caught in their path as they slam into the aft shields of the largest cruiser. The Behemoth alone mounted five of these weapons on its superstructure, four along the spine before the bridge tower and one behind the bridge tower, each at different elevations so that they could all fire without fear of self-harm.

While that was going on, the Emperor had left the bridge in the capable hands of the Human co-Captain Godfris and the true Captain of the Behemoth, the hyperintelligent artificial intelligence known as AQUILA. Instead of directly commanding, the Emperor would be preparing himself and his trusted Crownguard to meet the boarders as they came.

To send them back into the abyss.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"] | [member="Calder Icehammer"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Allies: AiE, SJO
Enemies: Sith, boarding [member="Darth Carnifex"]'s ship

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The boarding pods continued to soar forward with increasing speed, uninterrupted.​

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But Rick knew it wouldn't last. Best case scenario, all twelve pods would hit the Sith dreadnought, and then Rick would have to fight through any number of Sith defenders. Worst case scenario, they'd be shot down midway, with Rick vaporized in an instant. Or onboard the dreadnought he could be greeted by a Sith Lord. Or the pods could land on top of a turbolaser. There were quite a few ways in which the boarding could go wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted as a point-defense laser impacted the pod, its shielding rippling. Thankfully, the pod remained leak-free and on course. Another thump from a defensive laser, yet the pod still held strong. And then there was a much louder thump as the pod hit something large and solid. The other pods, bruised but intact, also hit their targets, not too far away from each other.

The frontal armor of the pods pulled back, revealing a currently empty hallway. Rick took Shieldbreaker out of his belt and into his hands and switched its sight to reflex before warily stepping into the alien vessel.

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Vesper - Harpy-class artillery cruiser​

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With the pods safely delivered, Vesper began to refocus power to engines and shielding, slowly speeding up.​

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But just as Captain Seth let out a sigh of relief, a massive beam hit the rear of Vesper. The cruiser's rear shielding immediately became overwhelmed, giving out completely. Additionally, while the blast had been largely absorbed, it had still managed to create a few external fires with the remaining energy that had passed through. Overloaded, Vesper's shields could no longer function until time-consuming repairs were made.

"Put Vesper's remaining power into the engines." urged Seth. "The primary priorities are putting out the fires before they hit the engines and getting a mechanical crew down to the shielding drive. Go! Go! Go!"

Vesper rapidly sped up, its engines still fully functional. But until Rick either returned or died, the cruiser wouldn't be leaving the battlefield.

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