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Naboo Incursion [IR vs. GA]

Travis Caalgen

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"We have entered the Naboo system. My fleet will revert shortly as well." Rear Admiral Dorien mentioned, walking up to Director Caalgen who was clad in his usual white uniform. "Excellent, General Sunrider is marshaling her troops at the moment. She'll be arriving at a moments notice, then we all can begin this joint-operation." Travis said, faintly smiling. "I hope you're right about this battlestation, the Grand Moff would be furious if the Alliance were to destroy it, or worse, capture it." The admiral warned, a dark look casting over his features. Caalgen scoffed "I assure you and your starships, this battlestation is fully armed and operational; the Alliance won't be able to stop our test".

Caalgen and Dorien turned and strode together into the Overbridge, their eyes moving over to the main viewport where a magnified view of the planet of Naboo could be seen. "I expect that we will be able to get into orbit around the planet before the Alliance's fleets can mobilize to counter us. Though I wonder if they have the means to destroy a space station such as this?" Dorien pondered. Caalgen shook his head, unsure of how this battle, if there was going to be one, was going to play out for the Imperial Remnant.

The prototype Relinquishor-class Orbital Battlestation approached Naboo, along with a handful of Imperial Star Destroyers. Will this prototype battlestation bring triumph for the Remnant over the Galactic Alliance, or would it bring defeat, destruction, and death to the station's crew and Caalgen's ambitions?

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Imperial Forces
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'Objectives'
I. Destroy the Battlestation

OOC Note: It's not a superweapon, just a battlestation with tons of turbolasers and a proton beam cannon.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
[member="Travis Caalgen"]

Naboo, oh so many times in the last two decades, had come under attack from forces large and small, audacious and cowardly. The Relinquishor represented a significant threat, true -- but in many ways a foreseen one. Many years ago, His Majesty's Office had tasked Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering Corps with evaluating options for the system's defense, and Theed Hangar had delivered in full. The station's bulk proved advantageous to the defenders: long before it reached Naboo, non-mass hyperwave transceivers with cross-channel hyperspatial radiation emission/detection functionality had noted its passage and speed. Immense silhouette, approximate Class Four rating: battlemoon or command ship. The Class Four hyperdrive rating also meant it took four times as long to get anywhere as a military-grade hyperdrive, giving Naboo plenty of time to scramble its long-prepared defenses. Due to the scale of the threat, extreme and well-drilled measures were authorized under the command of Assistant Director Amari Shambleau.

The operation received the code word PEPPERSPRAY.

The last bit of the Imperial Remnant's route was known: the hyperroutes in this area were few, well-travelled, well-mapped, and pretty much unavoidable. It wasn't hard to extrapolate the specific vector that they took coming into the Naboo system. At that point, S-3 scout fighters from Theed Hangar patrol flotillas deployed TRUL and INCIS probes at two specific points along that vector.

Time mark: 00.00.00

Point Aurek was one hundred astronomical units outsystem, and around it, a cloud of TRUL probes engaged their unique low-power gravimetric fields into a single contiguous region of subtle distortion. When the Remnant vessels passed through it, nothing happened...except that their courses were adjusted infinitesimally, decant points thrown off by a few dozen or hundred metres.

Time mark: 00.00.01

Point Besh was just outside extreme capital weapons range of Naboo high orbit. Two solid convex walls of INCIS tactical interdiction probes, dozens of them, created overlapping gravity wells to snare the Imperial fleet and battlestation out of hyperspace well in advance of their intended decant points.

Courtesy of Points Aurek and Besh, when the Imperial ships dropped out of hyperspace, they would do so roughly, early (at Point Besh), and out of position relative to each other. Collisions might result, or surprise, or really whatever. The confusion wasn't the main idea. The main idea was to use specifically tactical interdiction to keep the assault force from getting any closer to the planet.

Time mark: 00.00.03

And then, about a heartbeat later, before the tiny, nimble Point Besh INCIS probes could get targeted by the fleet's starfighters, a single Naboo ship exited hyperspace right up against the back of the interdiction field. It was a precise and risky maneuver, but Theed Hangar had been training in Naboo-system microjumps for the better part of a decade. Interdiction fields could only help.

On the bridge of the cruiser RNS Ferryman, AD Amari Shambleau tightened her fingers on the arms of her chrome command chair. The tiny tactical interdiction fields had brought the heavily shielded, lightly armed Ferryman out of hyperspace about three hundred metres behind the obscene bulk of the battle station.

Time mark: 00.00.05

Four Imperial Star Destroyers hit Point Besh and forcibly exited hyperspace just behind the station, more or less around the Ferryman but a couple of kilometres away. They wouldn't be caught in the Ferryman's upcoming effect; pity. They'd just be facing down the Naboo fleet, which outpaced them for meterage by a factor of roughly three -- plus the massive defensive stations that Naboo had purchased from ArmaTech.

"Engage," Shambleau rasped. On one of the monitors, the nearest convex wall of Point Besh INCIS probes deactivated, and the viewscreen grayed out.

Time mark: 00.00.10

Approximately nine seconds after exiting hyperspace, the battlestation and the Ferryman vanished utterly, loosely wrapped in the deactivated half of Point Besh's haze of INCIS probes. That was what the two fleets - Naboo and Imperial - would detect: not a hyperjump, not a cloaking field...disappearance, and some utterly bizarre sensor readings. What a pity the Empire didn't have much respect for scanning.

From Shambleau's perspective, she was still staring at the massive station, which could now attempt to swat the Ferryman like a fly. It would have to do so alone, however, because what surrounded them wasn't space, nor hyperspace. Instead it was a matte gray void, dotted with dark spots. A few kilometres away, a small Laureate-class science ship was broadcasting something indecipherable on an odd frequency.

Time mark: 00.00.12

The haze of INCIS probes began interdicting again. Trapping both the battlestation and RNS Ferryman, tail to nose, in Otherspace.

So far, Naboo forces had yet to fire a shot.

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"Sergeant Rohn, Sergeant Rohn!"

He reached up and touched his timepiece on his wrist. It wasn't his watch again for another thirty minutes- being stuck on guard detail sucked, but had to be done. He rubbed his eyes as he turned to the younger soldier, coming into the barracks in a hurry. He was fully armored and kitted up. Kaiden quickly donned his kit as well.

"Send out a distress signal. And make it a good one."

The soldier inquired to who he would be sending it out to, as he raced to the comm station. Kaiden paused and turned his head.

"Friggin'...everybody."
 
Desmond C’artyom raced through the metallic halls of the space station. They were attacking Naboo. A chance Desmond relished. A chance to once more prove himself to his superiors. He gathered his squadron and they coalesced in the locker room. Desmond changed out of his casual attire and into his black Imperial jumpsuit. As his squad finished changing they left the bleak grey locker room. They entered the Hangar and discovered it bustling with life as TIE pilots approached their craft or engineers got the TIE’s battle worthy.

Desmond climbed the rungs attached to his TIE wing and entered the cramped cockpit. He hit the ignition and flipped a few more switches. Weapons optimal. Engines prime. The cockpit took on a red hue as all the systems fully came online. The metallic harness that fastened the TIE to the stations wall detached and Des’s craft began to hover freely. Purge squadron raced out of the hangar and flew in standard formation around the Imperial station.

Something was off. It took Des a moment to realize it, but soon he figured it out. Space was off. The whole entirety of the star studded void that usually filled his canopy was replaced by bleak grey. Nothing was right about it and it sent a chill up Des’s spine.
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
[member="Travis Caalgen"],

Naboo System,
Aboard the Knight of the Eclipse,



HK and his team of Greycloaks were preparing their equipment and battlearmor, looking through the viewport of their stealth ship at the ominous battle station that arrived in Naboo's orbit, reminiscent of the numerous devastating constructions of similar size and purpose they witnessed over their life times, the Death Stars, the Star Killer base, many other super weapons hundreds of times over. They were all doomed to fail sooner or later but usually they tended to take out a planet or two in the process.

It seemed that the Imperial Remnant managed to get their hands on one of those resource sinks and Naboo was their target, thankfully HK and his Greycloaks were nearby on a patrol and managed to arrive soon enough to intervene before the base fired, unfortunately they did not brought any army with them, at least just yet. However it was not destruction of this station that was their goal, machines had a different aspiration when it came to these beasts and it was to own one.

"Alright, here is the plan."

HK explained to the Greycloaks,

"We will run the blockade in stealth cloak, infiltrate the hangar or air filtration vent closest to their major weapon systems, disable their firing mechanisms, go for the bridge and assimilate their computerized systems into our control."

The Greycloaks nodded,

"Got it."

HK grabbed one of the nearby magnetic revolvers, arming the pistol,

"Set the course then and ahead fu-"

Before he could even finish the sentence the whole station suddenly disappeared, it wasn't a hyperspace jump, he knew what those looked like, and while he knew very little about phasing into Otherspace he had a general idea that what he witnessed may have been that or some sort of similar phenomenon, perhaps the folding of space on grand scale,

"Astral fething sorcery."

He muttered before giving out another order,

"Set the course for the closest Star Destroyer, we will steal that instead."

The Greycloaks nodded as they moved into their battle stations,

"Yessir."


And so the Knight of the Eclipse moved towards IRV Pallaeon with their stealth systems up and engaged.
 
[member="HK-36"]

This was supposed to be your run-of-the-mill munitions run to Naboo.

Why does nothing ever go the way it should?

Vishkar's mind reeled as he spied the fleet of Imperial Star Destroyers beyond his cockpit. He had just come from Hyperspace to a buzzing of comms interruption and demanding voices, something he was not used to; he was being paid to make the run to the planet, not get caught up in the battle that was to ensue. A demanding call for help came from Naboo itself, a Distress Signal from [member="Kaiden Rohn"] of Havoc Squadron.

The Ithorian rolled his large eyes over the sight before him, then looked back to the munitions in the rear; crates of explosives that no other pilot had been stupid enough to transport. His orders from his customer was simple: "These things can level towers and leave craters the size of asteroids. Its chemical substance will melt through your ship if any of their cases crack! Do not screw this up!"
Whatever its use, it probably wasn't legal, but the reward was astounding.

Credits, or a kick to the Empire's pants?

Nothing was ever easy.

Vishkar corrected his flight path and hit his thrusters towards the closest Imperial Star Destroyer, the IRV Tyranny, with the Spirit of Rothana's on board stealth systems kicking in to knock him off the Imperial scanners. He wasn't going to get the explosives to the awaiting Cartel owner on Naboo; he was going to deliver the explosives to the Tyranny's flight deck, and hopefully disable a few craft. The explosives would eat away at it from the inside out.

The Ithorian checked the comms headset by his side, and clicked his translator on, a mechanical contraption set about his two mouths and throat to make him easier to understand. He was making any sort of comms connection to any nearby craft, including the Knight of the Eclipse, to ward off any other wannabe heroes or docking parties, and hopefully get some news of the situation. "This is Spirit of Rothana of the Galactic Alliance, come in any allied craft in the surrounding system, come in; Imperial Remnant fleet sighted off of Naboo, possibly an invading force. Will require filling in and backup. I repeat, the Emperial Remnant is invading Naboo!"

Vishkar maneuvered his custom Space-ready LAAT Gunship towards the Hanger of the Tyranny, still miles away, and hoped somebody would pick up; he needed a distraction, or else this was all going to Hell for him.

"Come in, any allied craft! I have a load of unnamed, highly dangerous explosives on-board, and I plan on shoving them right up the Empire's Hanger hole! I'll need covering fire, or at least a distraction of sorts! Anybody?"

Vishkar waited and listened.
 

Silara Varis

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[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Amari Shambleau"] [member="Vishkar"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

Aboard the GA Resolute Vengeance
En-Route

It had been a busy week for the Captain. She was in the gym, right in the middle of a three hundred pound bench press when the new hit. Sweat was rolling off her forehead like drops of rain as she grunted and heaved the bar up and into the rack. Then she snapped up and panting grabbed her commlink. It was beeping red.

Urgent Message?

They were not too far from Naboo, helping train a planetary Militia to conduct patrols on their own space lanes. The Joint Mission was a time suck, and she was becoming more irritated with the Allied Fleet commanders by the day. they were incompetent, undisciplined and ran their ships like smugglers.

She pressed the button, bringing the commlink to her face.

"Captain Varis."

"Captain, XO. We got a situation, you're needed at the CIC right away."

"Copy, en route. Ten mikes."

The Captain rose, collected her things and hit the refreshers. Ten minute later in true Naval fashion she was walking through the doors of the bridge in a crisp blue uniform. Both hands were clasper behind her back.

"Attention on Deck."

"As you were, XO Sitrep please?"

"Ma'am we just got a distress call from one of our Commando Units on Naboo. Some kind of attack is imminent. I haven't been able to reach them back and see what the issue is."

"Are they being jammed?"

"It's a possibility Ma'am."

"Kark."

She was only one Ship, with a handful of escort fighters. But the Joint Training fleet had a Pocket carrier with half a dozen Z-95 Headhunters and a few old Y-Wing bombers. She was struck by an idea and small smirk crossed her face.

Let's see how far we can get these fools to go. Time for a real training exercise. Blood the militia, get their heads in the right place.

"Very well, Comms open me a line to the Militia Commander."

"Aye, Ma'am, lines up."

A picture of a dirty unkempt man came into view on her holo screen. Silara moved her hands apart in front of her, magnifying the image and nodded.

"Commander Varis."

"Commander Quin."

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"We have a situation at Naboo, a distress call from one of our Commando Units there. I'm afraid we'll have to come off station and make all haste. Whats the operational readiness of your fleet?"

"We're fully prepped for the exercise, I don't know about combat though."

Commander Quin scratched his chin, rubbing his stubble with a nervous tick.

"Commander if you truly want to train your men, come with us to check this out. A little combat could do your Fleet good. After action reports and practice are always better than Theory and Static training scenarios."

"I don't know."

"You have twenty minutes to decide."

She moved her hand down, snapping the screen closed.

"Helm, begin plotting Hyperspace Jump to the Naboo system, shortest route. Weapons load all ordinance and standbye."

"Aye."

The XO stood beside her, hands on the railing as he watched them work.

"Do you think it's serious?" He asked.

"I don't know, but either way, we are duty bound to check it out."

She grabbed the Comms system and handed it to the XO, nodding. He grunted and then hit the button. The stern steely voice echoed over the Pa system of the ship as he watched the countdown to the jump tick down.

"All hands, all hands. Brace for Hyperspace jump, set condition two through out the ship. I repeat we are now at condition two."
 

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