Let loose the Dogfight of War

[Gir Quee]

Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Redemption, Roche System

Admiral Quee strolled dwon the corridor and inserted his code cylinder into the bridge foyer's door frame. Lieutenant Lod mumbled something next to him, causing Gir's lips to crease into a grin. As the doors swished open in front of them, Gir briefly made eye contact with his aide-de-camp.

“It can't be that bad.”

“Sir, it is. I know your record well sir, and I know that you have never been anyone's aide-de-camp.”

As the two strolled onto the bridge, Gir glanced briefly at his wrist chrono.

“Your time with me is nearing its end,” noted the admiral, “and yet you still haven't told me where you want to go to next. You've earned the right to choose your next duty station or command, you know.”

“I need to think about it more sir...”

“Admiral sir.”

Gir turned his attention to the Redemption's captain, a homely cerean named Skeel-Odo-Ral. The alien gestured down towards the tactical station, which Gir immediately stepped down to overlook. He blinked. Those aren't Republic transponder signals...the Jackals...are here? He shook his head and turned his gaze to the communication's officer.

“Scramble all the ships we have,” ordered Gir, “and see if you can reach any of the Jedi onboard the stations. The Jackals are not to be lightly trifled with.”

“Sir, including the project ship?” questioned a mon calamari officer.

“Including the project ship,” affirmed the blonde man, “we'll throw everything that we've got at them.”

Across the asteroid belt, the ships of the Republic Defense Forces wheeled into formation even as starfighters jetted off their decks and those of the nearby asteroid hangars. In the rear of the asteroid belt, a large untested cruiser began to power up. But even as the Republic starfighters leapt out to surge towards the Jackals, he felt a little knot tense up inside his stomach. The raiders had managed to strike at an opportune time, with several cargo ships already set between the safety of the Republic fleet and the raiders. Hopefully the Jedi and Republic starfighters would be able to fend off the raider attackers until the cargo ships were closer to the safety of the belt.

Republic Fleet Manifest

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Roche Defense Fleet (3000 meter limit)
Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Redemption
Hammerhead-class Frigate Perlemian Paladin
Hammerhead-class Frigate Mid Rim Protector
Metellos-class Carrier Frigate Roche Diligence
Metellos-class Carrier FrigateVerpine Industry
Utopia-class corvette Scarlet One
Utopia-class corvette Scarlet Two
Utopia-class corvetteScarlet Three
Utopia-class corvetteScarlet Four
Halberdier-class Intersystem Patrol Vessel Sapphire One
Halberdier-class Intersystem Patrol VesselSapphire Two
Halberdier-class Intersystem Patrol VesselSapphire Three


The “Project” Fleet (1000 meter limit)
-unknown large cruiser

Tactical Map

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Tag List

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[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Kian Karr"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Zylah Dvale"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Major Domo Black of the Hutt Cartel. Man that had a ring to it. The Cowboy though, that had a better ring. Well, it would have a ring if he was feared, not just sat behind a desk crunching numbers and doing basic math problems and sorting out everything that went wrong with his ships. Well, no more anyway. He wasn't an idiot, he wasn't going to sit behind a desk anymore. The Cowboy was going to become a name again, and to do that, well he hadn't actually thought that far ahead. In the meantime he was flying one of the Jackal's fighters towards the republic in some battle he knew he wouldn't walk out of. Ah well, he'd done stupider things.

Waiting for Flannigan to give the order was like waiting for The Patriots to win the Space Superbowl. It felt like forever and a day of waiting, eyes rushing over those blinking panels, eyes trying to locate his fuel reserves. Lucky for him, he had enough to get through this fight, if he survived anyway. Going head to head with the Republic was like going head to head with a Krayt Dragon, damn stupid. Damn idiotic, suicide even.

"Mcnash, on your mark buddy"

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Kian Karr]

Location: Asteroid Station

Kian strode toward [member="Sressechka"] a smiling cresting his face beneath the mask. He had brought a number of Jedi here to the station to learn at the hands of the expert pilot, and they would begin their training runs soon. Kian, in conjunction with Republic Command, had begun work on reviving the Jedi Starfighter Corps which had lost activity due to loss of personnel throughout the war with the One Sith.

"Sressechka," Kian said waving as he approached. "I'm very glad you are willing to take the time to train us." Kian said bowing to the woman. Kian himself would benefit greatly from this lesson. He wasn't likely one of the most skilled of the Jedi present today. Kian had taken a few lessons on Carida as a young padawan, but these lessons had been cut short due to a One Sith Invasion and he really hadn't taken much time to perfect his abilities in the time since. Kian had learned as he needed to and as such his skills, while adequate enough to have kept him alive, were not what they could be.

"The others are eager to get started." Kian said turning back toward the other Jedi assembled on the other side of the hangar. "They haven't stoppe....." Kian was quickly interrupted by an alarm blaring and, like ants whose hive had been struck, the hangar came to life with the scurrying of military personnel. Kian had been on enough ships in battle to know that the alarms were calling attention to the fact that they were under attack.

Turning back over his shoulder, Kian called out to the others. "Man your ships!" Kian called to the Jedi who had accompanied him. Turning back to Sressechka, Kian shrugged. "I suppose we get to learn on the fly." He said bowing and turning to jog toward his Jedi-Class Heavy Starfighter, The Blade of Dorin II.

"Supreme Commander Quee." Kian said, immediately patching into the comm systems. "This is Jedi Master Kian Karr, we are prepping for launch now."

"Jedi Cotarin, Sovint, Dvale, Kenner." Kian said, addressing his fellow Jedi. "Once we are out there, Sressechka is in command. You will follow her lead and head her advice." Kian said, wanting to make it clear that she was the commanding officer of the squadron. "Sressechka, what are your orders?"

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[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Zylah Dvale"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"]​

 

[Evan Kenner]

Evan had heard a few different alarm tones before, but man, these Republic alarms were so annoying. Evan wanted to rip his hair out when they began to ring throughout the hangar.

This would be the third dogfight Evan would get to fly in his life, not counting simulated games he used to play often. It would, however, be the first battle Evan would get to fly his new Heavy Jedi Starfighter in. He's flown it a few times and gotten a feel for the maneuverability and guns, but has never had anything to shoot at.

I guess today's the day.

Evan quickly sprinted to his fighter and climbed into the cockpit. He pulled his headset on and punched a few of the controls to get the engine started. Firing up the comlink, he linked up the the Jedi Starfighter Corp's channel in time to hear Master Karr inform everyone that the flight instructor, Sressechka, was in charge. "This is Padawan Evan Kenner, roger that Master Karr. Waiting for your command, Sress." Sressechka was so difficult to say, so Evan shortened it. He trusted everyone knew whom he meant.

[member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[Dallen Thayne]

[member="Kian Karr"] [member="Xander Black"] [member="Gir Quee"]

Location: Republic Prototype Siege Cruiser Cloudbreaker, Axehead Cruiser

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Commander Thayne wasn't often a fan of newer ships off the line, especially as navies became more hodgepodge with too many single unique type ships as if a fleet had no structure. Although Carida did show the strength of ships with more funding by putting more power in a few, still there just seemed like too many were popping up nowadays. There wouldn't be enough to field a full military though, the Republic Officer wished to remind people of the need and effectiveness of mass produced ships. He hoped he had given a decent enough showing in the simulated invasion to get some of their prowess across. However, if he hadn't, then this new class of warship definitely would.

The new Republic Monstrosity, the Axehead Cruiser. Fresh off the Rendili Stardrive splinter shipyards at Voss out of Sith control, they were quite the intimidating sight if anyone got in close enough to see the array of weaponry lining the cruiser sized vessel. Bearing forty Heavy Quad Turbolaser Emplacements and over one hundred heavy laser cannons spread over the hull, with eight heavy concussion missile launchers alone the front, it was truly terrifying at the punishment it could dispense. And it had plenty more up its sleeves as well. Though perhaps people could get a clue about some of them just by looking at the ships exterior. After all, the huge engine block the ship sported probably gave away it was fast for its size. At the same time the profile also made it rather hard for the Axehad class to deal with any enemies behind it, though the structure of the ship generally allowed for all weapons to fire forward, a flaw the Empire had with their star destroyers that the Republic would not have with this ship.

The communications tower was probably an obvious target as well. Extending above the cruiser it stood out with its antennae, but it served a double purpose, capable of jamming communications over an area, except for a single frequency the Republic had setup to work within it. The second tower extending below probably was less obvious, maybe even mistakable for part of the comm tower, however, it was in fact containing a separate jamming device, this one meant to send incoming missiles haywire by messing with their tracking capabilities. It only affected warheads within firing distance of the Axehead though, since the ship already was running power to other systems, plus a generator powerful enough to create a bubble for a whole fleet would be far too expensive for a mass produced vessel.

Still, it didn't need too much fancy tech like that. The Axehead wasn't meant to be an E-War ship after all. It was a siegebreaker, and a siege maker. With a large broad head shape, the ship was designed to be the near ultimate ship to break through a blockade or to lay siege to an enemy planet. With the passenger space and cargo hold expanded the ship could carry nearly five thousand extra people along with equipment or belongings as well as supplies. Designed to plow through a fleet to take an army planetside or sit in orbit and drop troops with orbital support, the Axehead would be a spearhead of Republic Fleets, or at least that was what Commander Thayne hoped.

It was a surprise then when the communication officer informed him of the report from the Admiral. Someone was attacking Roche? They were being ordered to join in the Republic defense of the civilians as well. It certainly wasn't the first mission he had expected the Axehead class to undertake. "Right, well you heard our orders. Helm plot us a course out of the asteroid field. Get us between the hostile forces and the civilian fleet. Weapons control have the gunners on the ready to blow apart any asteroids that drift too close, and bring shields to full. I want our engines pushed to the red line once we clear the asteroid belt understood, we'll need to make up for lost time while the Cloudbreaker is bogged down. Keep the squadrons in the hanger for now until we're clear of this hazard."

Roche was a horrible place for large warships, even a cruiser had room to be concerned since a large enough asteroid could do massive damage. Which was why Commander Thayne was very thankful for the amount of firepower at his disposal, and for the fact the Axehead had very powerful defenses. After all, meant to crash through an enemy blockade it needed ample protection. Protection which came in the form of four shield generators, essentially generating a shield as strong as two layers in one. Something much needed when passing through hazardous environments if one were to ask the Republic Commander in charge of it. Its engine block was a huge target and could really criple the ship if taken out, and its bridge was fairly obvious as well.

Those were problems he was fine with dealing with though as the six hundred and fifty meter Cruiser came to life and began to surge forward through the asteroid belt. "Inform the Admiral we are making our exit of the field shortly."

 

[Beowoof]

"Master Jedi," the rutian squadron captain saluted, noting Master Karr's accompanying entourage of the Jedi variety, robes and all. It was quite the contrast to her won presentation, black tanktop still visible while her orange flightsuit was not yet zipped up all the way, hanging on by the suspenders. Was she supposed to bow in return? It went against the typically casual manner flyboys and flygirls were known for, but she might as well, what with being in the presence of a Jedi. She dipped her head in mutual respect.

"It's an honor to be able to train you. Though I hope you won't outclass me after we are done." The Blazing Angel offered a quirky smile as she stood back to full height. "Flying is my job. So, might as well have fun at it." Funny, it had been the other way around only a few years back. She had started out as an aerobat; a barnstormer and decided to make a job out of her fun. No regrets there, but this war thing could be nightmarish at times.

Just like now. The alarms sounded a little too early for her taste. She wanted to hang out with some Jedi. For many, it was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of experience. The twi'lek ace quickly secured what was left to zip up of her g-suit and began counting heads of her 'students' before they all dashed off, sprinting to her own fighter, an X/A-66 christened the Fairweather Friend. Wheezer, her astromech droid, was already secured in the socket behind her seat before she began clambering up the ladder.

Springing into her seat, the twi'lek pilot strapped herself in and donned a lekku-friendly helmet before tuning into the radio. "Thank you, Master Kenner," Sressi responded over the comms. She had no idea what a the Padawan title signified. "You mates are gonna be Silver Squadron for the day. I'll need a number to each one of you so we can keep track of who's alive and who's dead." She switched off her mic for a moment so they did not hear her chuckle. Maybe it was a little cruel, but jokes were a way many of the pilots coped with the fact that they were in the business of killing people--and sometimes being killed.

"Oh, and my designation is Angel One." With that, she gave the thumbs-up for the flight personnel to close the cockpit canopy make the lane clear for takeoff.

[member="Kian Karr"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Evan Kenner"], [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbRHTmVr9bQ&index=7&list=RDta-Z_psXODw[/video]​

A dark blanket, contrasting with blacks and yellows, and the occasional white, which is shaped as a circle and sometimes a crescent. There are stars which dot the blanket in a intricate patterns, and than there are the ships. Sharp geometric lines that zigzag there way straight, sineway and diagonal, metal beams crossing hatches and the round pointed valves of smoking guns. This was space, and it had no master only estranged friends, and they were the ones with the biggest ship at any one given time.

The ships were scattered over the sparse of space like fall leaves in a pond. The colours were beautiful, random, bringing forth echoing memories from old shipyards long since past their due. He rocked back on his pronged toe's, hands deep on the surrounding control-board, as he cast weary eyes into the black of space. The ship's bobbed on the waves of movement, turning a little as they did in their chaotic dance. The pirates were arming their station, he wanted it to be his present for a while longer, to fill his senses before the battle became all-consuming.

"Scramble the fighters, have IG 99 commence 'Belt Of The Astroid'. Arm the cannon have us lightly pepper the opposing cruiser, I want them to understand that coming close to us is a danger to them, if they get too close signal the Fallen Cruisers to fire their buzz cannons." he addressed the pirate, and he gripped his sword with only three fingers and his thumb, waving it about signalling the rest of the crew. He had one empty eye socket and a lopsided grin. His nose was as beaky as that of a parrot. "For the Cartel, for the Jackals!" he called.

He opened communication with [member="Cadan Tazi"], his right hand and most trusted man. "Scatter your men, have the fighters scatter out among the asteroids. I want to bait the fighters close to us, I have a plan." He spoke with a rasp and a long pause past between the two, before it was broken like the surface tension of lake before the coming of a storm. "May the Solar Winds ever be in your favour [member="Cadan Tazi"]!"

He fixed an open communication channel to [member="Gir Quee"], all could hear but only he could reply. "We meet again, this will make the second time you've lost to me, how many men are you willing to lose this time." There was a pause to build tension, a cruelness and sharpness that could only be described as malevolent, the voice spoke. "How many wives will you make widow, how many children will you make orphans today.." He built tension, adjusted and played his crowd, he'd allowed all to hear to build fear in his men, and inspire his own. He was a showman and this was his stage, he prided himself on prestidigitation.

"[member="Thraxis"], [member="Ka-Aver"], take your men and get yourself on a turret. I want to see the splinters of the sky, do what you do best."​

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[member="Xander Black"], [member="Flora Burn"] "Get yourself on a fighter, let me see why I hired your pirate ass, show these Repubs what for!"​

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[member="Tiali Orazio"] "Hunter it's time to hunt in the stars!"​

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Fleet:

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One Kebechet v1 Crusier
Two Half fallen class Cruiser
Two Crusader class Corvette
Two G9 Rigger Freighter

OOC:

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If you've been tagged here's the OOC thread for the Cartels side, and hey just want to wish everyone luck, and that we've been looking forward to this.

Note: Most of these won't be joining, but it's just easier that I tag them all.​

[member="Vindicta"] [member="Spook"] [member="Tadietti Tann"] [member="The Upright Man"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Varg Euronymous"] [member="Zanders Darkstrider"] [member="ZERR"] [member="A.D.A.M."] [member="Airal Thamne"] [member="Alatar Istari"] [member="Gorteko Graye"] [member="Maanis Vizla"] [member="Noni Starroy"] [member="Norjung Ordo "][member="Nyx"] [member="Paislee Armandé"] [member="Uriel"] [member="Bsssk"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Maete Noelv"] [member="Aranov Alore"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Warren Century"] [member="Sere Reene"] [member="Octavian"] [member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Xander Black"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Momma the Hutt"] [member="Goros the Hutt"] [member="Tiro"] [member="Foebacca"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Aranov Alore"] [member="Lendo Dral"] [member="Maete Noelv"]​

 

[H3xle]

Dair followed close behind Master [member="Kian Karr"] as they began to walk toward their fighters to begin their training. He knew how to fly, and he had the force, but he wasn't bull headed enough to think that meant he could dogfight in a fighter. He welcomed the training, it would help him to further thwart the Sith who had taken Telti from the Republic. He was listening to the Jedi Master and the Master Pilot speak, until the claxons started going off. He paused for a moment, looking directly at Master Karr and @Sressechka.

"Man your ships!" Kian called to the Jedi who had accompanied him. Turning back to Sressechka, Kian shrugged. "I suppose we get to learn on the fly."

Dair nodded and ran to his personal fighter, it was a Jedi-Class Heavy Starfighter, painted ice blue with fractals drawn on in lines of slightly lighter blue. It's name was Blizzard, and Dair was proud to call it his. He climbed in, connected the appropriate inputs to his flight suit and pulled on his helmet. He closed the cockpit, sealed it against the vaccuum of space and ran through the preflight checks quickly and accurately. Once he was ready, he signaled the asteroids tower and was promptly catapulted out into space. He made sure to quickly take his place in formation.

"You mates are gonna be Silver Squadron for the day. I'll need a number to each one of you so we can keep track of who's alive and who's dead."

"Angel One, this is Dair in Blizzard. I'll go by Silver Two. I'm in formation and ready to go."





[member="Kian Karr"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="sressechka"], [member="Nefertari Sovint"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Evan Kenner"], [member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[Tentoa]

"You are my hand, my hammer. Do not disappoint me IG 99"​

-Mongo​

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The Droid IG 99, had a task and he would comply. The synaptic eye's buzzing with the radiate red hues of his altered vision, light discoursing and leaking from them in pale red beams. He entered the ship called the Blue Shadow, but there was little blue left in the flaking paint, the rusty ironwork, and the dirty, oil-covered decks. The ship was about thirty yards long and very square with a single cabin in the centre. It was lying low, one might have guessed that the living quarters would be underneath.​

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He left first out of the hangar, gaining speed but not enough to draw attention hiding behind asteroid and debri alike, closely flanked by another ship called the Red Shadow, they were twin ships and were both piloted by droids, once a distance away and a proximity that the fighters would engage, they did their terrible deed.​

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They were setting up Proximity mines, it was a trap. The plan was to bait the fighters towards the area, fall back and watch as the world was painted in reds and yellows, flames.​

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Only time would tell..​

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[member="Kian Karr"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Gir Quee"]
[member="Sressechka"]
[member="Nefertari Sovint"],
[member="Zylah Dvale"]
[member="Evan Kenner"]
[member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[Evan Kenner]

"Angel One, this is Dair in Blizzard. I'll go by Silver Two. I'm in formation and ready to go."

Evan didn't realize they were to call out their own numbers, so he quickly secured his own. "Angel One, Evan Kenner here in...er..." Evan hadn't really given his ship a name, so he skipped that part. "I will be Silver Three tonight, I suppose." He chuckled to himself softly, almost excited to get to fly in a battle again, only now a real, full-scale space battle! Oh, this is ridiculous, Evan, you shouldn't get excited over this. It IS still war, after all. Even if it is pirates. Thank the Force it's not the ones dad used to work with.

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"We meet again!
"This will make the second time you've lost to me!"
"How many men are you willing to lose this time?"
"How many wives will you make widow?"
"How many children will you make orphans today..?"

Though his voice quiet on his comlink, it made Evan grip the joystick in his fighter harder. It was one thing to go into battle with your allies beside you with words of encouragement, but to go in hearing the voice of the enemy trying to...taunt you? It infuriated Evan. The other jedi might even have been able to feel the passion Evan now felt to turn these pirates into space dust. "You'll see soon enough, you-" Evan then started to murmur huttese curses at the enemy, thankfully quiet enough that his mic did not pick them up.



Evan tried his best to look around and see the mass of fighters around him and looked back at the Republic Cruisers. It felt inspiring to him. Yes...an organized military against some thugs in spaceships. We'll annihilate these karking scumbags!

[member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan burst from hyperspace in his Fallen Cruiser, Cadan had recieve some orders and he planned to follow them. He navigated his way around the back of the asteroids. He stayed just out of weapon range, but within seeing distance.

He looked towards some pirates sitting at a computer. "I want the shields brought up now!" With that said, the ships shield would be raised and the weapons would spring to life.

Cadan waited here for anyother orders.

[member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Kian Karr"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Everyone Else"] who needs to know

 

[Tiali Orazio]

Air sprays from the air lock connection into the vacuum of space disconnecting from the corvette. The D15 mantis patrol craft spins off speeding towards the mine field. Its flickering engine illuminating the dreary devoid of space "R9 mark it out for me." His hud Begins to shine with different colours leading the way through mines.

Making his way through the mines he readies the weapons. his objectives was to be bait for the enemy and drive them through the mine field "R9 ready up for evasive maneuvers."


[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] And the rest

 

[Ka-Aver]

"Manz the turretz you filth!" Ka-Aver whiped the cartel thugs with harsh orders reminding them that if the opoosition did not recieve a warm welcome Ka-Aver had no issues demonstrating what happened to skulls of pirates not doing their job.

Ka-Aver then slid into the chair of a turret himself. He slowly started to flip some buttons and the turret control panel lit up. By grabbing the turret fire control the turret quickly turned 160 degrees giving Ka-Aver full sight on forward sight. There were republic ships on the other side of the hidden mine field.
He squeezed the control and the double guns blasted away. They were probably to far away to cause any damage but maybe it would draw some of those pesky frigates closer to them, and the waiting mines.



[member="Tiali Orazio"][member="Cadan Tazi"][member="Evan Kenner"][member="Mongo Booshi Mella"][member="Dair Cotarin"][member="Flannigan Mcnash"]@Sressechka@Dallen Thayne[member="Kian Karr"][member="Xander Black"][member="Gir Quee"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"I want two fighters in formation behind me, we'll engage those fighters, time to clear a way for those cruisers. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], don't break my damn ships" Xander told the comlink. Okay, technically he was telling everyone, but the comlink was the relay and science and stuff, yeah.

Smirking lightly, Xander brought his ship up to full speed, dead towards the fighters. "Mongo, keep this one going. Ratz, do not shoot me, do not shoot me. Hutt people, lets uh... fight stuff. FOR THE HUTTS!" he shouted, smiling. He wasn't dishing out the best orders here, but it was better than nothing.

"Lets do this"

[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Evan Kenner"]
[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]
[member="Dair Cotarin"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Sressechka"]
[member="Dallen Thayne"]
[member="Kian Karr"]
[member="Gir Quee"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Redemption, Roche System

As he listened to Flannigan's speech, Gir watched the tactical screens, eying the little triangle icons of the launching Republic starfighters as they leapt out towards the Jackals. He found the man opposing him interesting. While it had once been common practice, few Republic fleet commanders gave out speeches before a battle these days. Yet he could see the pirate's speechcraft was top of the line, and he could easily see it emboldening his men and intimidating many of those they had crossed, especially lightly armed civilians with little appetite for a real fight. But Gir had no family now, not aside from his adopted brother. He had even picked his successor commander if he was to fall in battle, though he was certain that many of the Republic crew did. Because of that, while he himself was not a great orator by any means, he couldn't let that pirate get away without a response. He clicked a button on his headset comlink, allowing him to broadcast back to the defenders.

"Defenders of the Republic, today we fight for the things immaterial. We fight for every citizen, whether our spouse, our kid, or our neighbor. We fight that they may live lives of peace, even if we may not know them. Never forget that we are the line between the innocent and these monsters. Every citizen of the Republic expects us to do our duty. Let us not fail them now in their moment of need. That is all."

He turned it off, becoming far more mentally embroiled in the studying the enemy and their movements than to continue composing a speech. As he watched the pirates move their vessels about, he was beginning to regret having ordered the Cloudbreaker kept deep inside the belt as it went through its final test stages. But the man hadn't wanted the ship easily spotted by One Sith spies or any kind of probe droids before a Republic patrol would have a chance to spot it. He began to rapidly type in commands, even as he gazed upon the Jackal's new vessels. He had never seen any of the larger vessels, nor were the Republic's databanks providing any information on them. He decided to play it safe, guessing that the largest vessel on their side was likely also packing the most firepower. he flipped a switch on his headset comlink.

"Captain Nebo, have your Erebus array turned on their largest vessel," said the admiral, "Let's see if we can weaken any long-range firepower they might have on that ship."

A disembodied voice replied, "Yes sir."

Gir turned to Lieutenant Lod, "What do you think we're going to do next?"

"Uh...wait for the Cloudbreaker?"

"Yes," agreed the admiral, "that is certainly one of the things. In the mean, we will attempt to pelt them with what long-range fire we have. We'll have to be careful not to fire into the dogfight. We don't need to be incinerating our own pilots and ships after all..."

The Republic warships under the admiral's direct command came to a halt in front of the asteroid belt, letting the starfighters of both sides fly forward to draw the first blood. Seconds later, the frigates Perlemian Paladin and Mid Rim Protector began to lend their firepower to the staccato salvos of the Redemption as they targeted one of the distant Half Fallen-class Cruisers. Long-range turbolaser and ion cannon fire combined with energy torpedo fire and mass driver rounds to batter away at the pirate cruiser's shields.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Redemption, Perlemian Paladin, and Mid Rim Protector fire on a Half Fallen-class Cruiser
-Sapphire One targets the Kebechet cruiser with its Erebus Array, hoping to lessen its long-range weapon effectiveness

Tactical Map

Spoiler

-Some Republic vessels removed from the last map to keep the fleets more balanced

[member=Ka-Aver"] | [member="Tiali Orazio"] | [member=Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"] | [member="Kian Karr"]

 

[Elijah Black]

Jedi Padawan Zylah Dvale was part of Master Karr's Jedi entourage. Flying was one of Zylah's passions, so when she had caught word of the revival of the Jedi Starighter Corps, she had been quick to voice her interest. One of her tutors on Ossus had mentioned that the greatest wielders of the Force were those that maintained some grounding to the more physical realities of the universe. Some mastered the ability to repair and build, others politics. In her case, piloting was the relevant skill. She contained her excitement, desiring to project the image of a calm and collected Jedi. When Kian met up with the expert pilot, Zylah mimicked Kian's bow, but said nothing, fading into the background. Then the stationed roared to life. Zylah's concentration broke, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Was this a drill? Man your ships! This was not a drill... Everyone were rushing to their stations. Zylah broke into a run, hurrying towards her ship. Well, technically it wasn't her ship. Details.

The Arkanian Offshoot dropped into the J-1 Class Interceptor. It was the same ship she had loaned from the Jedi Order to get to both Mimban and Telti. She came back from Telti with her very first battle scars. Zylah hadn't expected to be called into action so soon. If she survived this, she'd file a request to have the ship assigned to her on a more permanent basis. She was gonna need a name for it as well...

As the cockpit sealed shut around her, she opened herself to the Force. For a moment she merely sat there. Her eyes closed, letting lessons of past wash over her, clearing her mind. The Force surged through her, depraving her of doubts and insecurities, filling her instead with confidence. The small ship's engines roared to life. "Silver Four, standing by." She had no problems taking orders, and as Kian instructed, Sressechka's word would be law. "Coming up on your six. Awaiting further orders." She was new at this. While she could fly a ship alright, she was not formally trained in dogfighting or squadron formations. She would rely on clear instructions, and she would execute them to the best of her abilities.

[member=Kian Karr] | [member=Dair Cotarin] | [member=Sressechka] | [member=Evan Kenner] | [member=Gir Quee] | @ProbablyForgotSomeone

 

[Kian Karr]

The Blade of Dorin II settled into formation as before him the chaos of battle began to show before them. Kian had engaged in combat such as this only on a small scale in the past, so while he had the nerves necessary to keep a cool head in combat, he didn't have the expertise to recognize the goings on of the battle before them.

"Silver 5, awaiting orders." Kian said, his voice deep and calm coming out over the comm systems. "Remember your training Jedi, there is no chaos, there is harmony." Kian said, reminding the Jedi present that even amidst the craziness of the battle before them, they could still find the harmony....they could be the calm at the center of the storm through their training and the force.

Kian ran a hand over his controls and prepped his weapons systems, checking the readouts to ensure everything was operating at full strength. The Blade of Dorin II hadn't seen combat since shortly after the Netherworld event and was at maximum efficiency. One of the flaws in the design of the Jedi-Class, was its lack of an astromech droid compartment, meaning that much of the diagnostic work was done by the pilot via the console....not a major issue, but just one other thing to worry about.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Dair Cotarin"] | [member="Nefertari Sovint"] | [member="Zylah Dvale"] | [member="Sressechka"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Dallen Thayne"] - [member="Ka-Aver"] - [member="Xander Black"] - [member="Tiali Orazio"] - [member="Cadan Tazi"] - [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"]​

 

[Lok Jorunn]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfQgTz_znn0​

Working for the Republic was a whole lot different than your typical milk run. Lots of discipline, spit-shined boots, smart salutes, and enough yelling to make the quiet guy's voice quake. However, for Lok and the Dirty Dozen, it was just another day and another paycheck. Getting paid to drop bogeys and annihilate Sith was always the best part of the day. While fighting was one thing, waiting for a fight was probably the most excruciating thing any soldier could experience.

As usual, the boys and gals of the Dirty Dozen were busy hangin' with the off-duty Republic soldiers and sailors. These guys were losing almost terribly to the infamous Alai and his seemingly endless string of fortune in Sabacc. Lok watched with a wry grin as his best friend snatched up a quick two hundred credits from some marine who was bragging about his luxury speeder bike and the staryacht his uncle owned back on Naboo. It was always such a shame when men couldn't walk the talk.

Sirens and alarm klaxons rang out the moment the match had ended. In all of his years, Lok had never seen men jump on their feet and respond so quickly. The Dirty Dozen had been left in the dust by those servicemen. "Aw, hell." The privateer grumbled, "Lets roll boys, we gots shootin' to do."

The eleven other elite pilots answered with hoots and hollers before donning flight suits, prepping their T-65XJ3 X-Wings and shouting pre-flight commands to their R8 astromech droids. In a minute, all twelve of them were off and into the vastness of space.

[member="Kian Karr"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Xander Black"], [member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Tiali Orazio"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Evan Kenner"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Sressechka"], [member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0[/video]​

At first the table rattles like a freight train just passed, the surface of rum covered the adjacent tables as pirates scrambled to save their precious elixirs, men looked to their captain, eyebrows raised and wearing a half smiles. Then all at once the unprepared are sent sprawling over the floor, falling heavily to the grated floors.

"Shields up, have the Fallen Class Cruisers return fire, use the long range turbolasers and put those ships out of commission." While they were out numbered these were cruisers, the biggest type of ship save that of the Flag-Ship. It wasn't uncommon for smaller ships to win through sheer number but cruisers could always hold out for a long time. "Have the Kebatch, return fire on that patrol vessel."

[member="Xander Black"] "Major Domo Black, you'll receive a star chart those are the locations of our mines. Lead the enemy fighters into it, draw their attention and than lead them, it looks like a safe place to station for a next assault. They'll use it to regroup, get out of there and we'll blow it."

[member="Tiali Orazio"] "Hunter, keep Black safe. If he fails resume his role, if he has any command follow them through to the letter. We cannot afford to slip up."

[member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] "Are you finished IG 99, soon as you are get out of there. We're going to need you for the next assault."

And with a prick of his finger he let something play, it was recorded footage rendered both in sound and form. It was of Flannigan Mcnash, a man who had been sculpted from living metal, he was about 18 inches taller than a normal human, and his features are grossly distorted from the human norm. His chest is overly large, with arms attached by thick knots of muscle at the shoulders, and he was strangling a republic soldier tossing him about like a rag doll, he crooned and taunted the republic. "You live as dogs you die as dogs." he said plunging a vibroblade into the muddled cadaver.

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances."​

- William Shakespeare's As You Like It​

​

It was a ploy, the diabolical cyborg commander had pre-recorded this, some of it was fake and some of it was real. It played over and over, to all that would see, it could make men's blood boil losing friend or what looked to be a friend, all the while being mocked. It wasn't live but someone might think it is, and in a space battle where inches can save lives it would wound more than any blade.

Fleet Actions

Spoiler

- Shields Raised
- Returning fire on the Redemption, Perlemian Paladin, and Mid Rim Protector fire with the Fallen Cruiser.
- Returning fire on the Sapphire One with the Kebatch.
- Taunting the Republic soldiers and leaders.

[member="Kian Karr"] [member="Zylah Dvale"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Xander Black"] [member="Ka-Aver"] [member="Tiali Orazio"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Evan Kenner"] [member="Dair Cotarin"] [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Sressechka"] [member="Dallen Thayne"]

 

[Beowoof]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." the twi'lek muttered as her Seraph fighter whizzed out of the hangar and into deep space, diminishing the volume of her comm system while Admiral Quee gave his little pep talk. She had never needed a speech before. In fact, now was a good time to give her Jedi students the run-through. Imagine her, teaching Jedi. None of her squadron mates would be able to top this on their resumés any time soon.

"Alright, Silvers. This is the part where you form up." And this is the part where her job became twofold. Hopefully they at least knew how to use their ships' controls at this point--otherwise some of these Jedi would be on very short flights. She noted [member="Zylah Dvale"] announcing her position on the rutian's tail, which was perfect for the wing sets Sressi had in mind anyway. "Copy, Silver Two. You and Four--you're my wingmen this round. The rest of you stick together and keep your heavies safe. They need to reach the flagship."

Sressechka listened to Master Karr remind his associates of some Jedi Code thing, and she could not help but smile. No chaos? Yeah, right. This was war. How could anyone believe there was harmony when opposing forces met with dead intent to kill each other before they were killed? She did not contradict him over the comms, though. She had respect for the Jedi, even if she found some of their beliefs to be silly. Anyway, now was time to begin this on-the-fly lesson. "Normally, we take the attack in three stages, with one spearhead run on the enemy capital ships before they get close enough to ours. That way, we beat the opening salvos and don't get caught in the crossfire." She twisted a knob on the top of her yoke to adjust scope range on her helmet-mounted battle display. "But we've got a bit of an uncommon situation here with the asteroids, so expect only a two-stage assault. Keep your heads up and don't smash into a rock. I expect each of you to at least engage someone before you die."

Angel One noted the flurry of snubcraft signals appearing on her display as one of the opposing frigates launched their fighters. "If you've got missiles, prep them. It's best to hit them at range if you can get a solid lock. I don't wanna see anyone screwing around, mates. If you don't have the odds, there's no shame in retreat. I'm here to make sure the Republic doesn't lose any fine Jedi today." With that, she activated the spreading of her fighter's S-foils and pushed on into the asteroid field.

[member="Gir Quee"], [member="Xander Black"], [member="Kian Karr"], [member="Evan Kenner"], [member="Dallen Thayne"], [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Mongo Booshi Mella"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Tiali Orazio"], [member="Ka-Aver"], [member="Zylah Dvale"], [member="Lok Jorunn"]