Old Bonds II: Retaliation [SJO ft. ORC & CC]

[Zef Halo]

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Prior...

After an eventful rescue by [member="Kinsey Starchaser"], Amon was able to transmit stolen One Sith Remnant intel to [member="Coren Starchaser"]. It pointed the locations of Sith Assassin operating covertly in SJO space. That was not the biggest issue coming from the intel.

NULL INSTALLATION.

The encrypted data of the intel pinpointed the location of a One Sith Remnant research station which was tasked with the development of PROJECT: DEVASTATION - a supplementary technology for a Sith superweapon. The technology's prototype was to be tested on the heavily populated SJO world of ZELTROS.

The Silver Assembly and Antarian Ranger High Command were quick to develop a plan and call on potential allies - the Outer Rim Coalition and the Corellian Confederation who currently occupied former OS systems and possessed valuable intel on movement and actions committed by the One Sith Remnant.

The plan was clear - strike NULL INSTALLATION to prevent the technology from reaching ZELTROS.

A race against time. A race against evil.

RETALATION.


Now...

As the fleets engaged in the vicinity of NULL INSTALLATION, dropships were released with the primary objective to board the research station and cripple it from within. Supplementary objectives were the gathering of further intel on the operations of OS remnant.

On the other hand, those engaged in the naval skirmish had the primary objective of preventing from any One Sith Remnant ships escaping to hyperspace due to fears of the technology reaching ZELTROS.

Clad in the familiar Katarn armor of Antarian Rangers, Amon Vizsla crashed out of the drop pod into a hallways of the research station where the One Sith Remnant troopers were already entrenched. A heavy blaster gun nest pounded down on the LZ and not a few of the rookies met their demise without even pulling their trigger.

"Portable shields!!" the Mandalorian yelled out an order and a dozen of small gadgets tumbled down before them projecting walls of energy to give them a temporary cover from the heavy fire.


Ooc: Some chill NPC enemy to kill or be killed by, just like the previous thread here. PvE.
En media res. Cripple the station. Acquire intel on the technology or the technology itself. Prevent any OS Remnant ships to escape to hyperspace. Do what you want. Don't die, maybe?

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Supporting the Corellian Confederation, Jared was the one Starchaser based full time on Corellia, but still his father and sister made their trips out there. It didn’t matter, not to Jared, but what did matter was the message he received. There was One Sith intelligence out there, and it provided information that the remnants were out around Zeltros. The Null Installation.

He was sending the message out to the Confederation, and he understood that the Coalition had received call. His father was on the way to the world, but Jared was going to be making himself known out there. The Corellian had launched his X-Wing and entered the system ahead of one of the smaller FarStar corvettes that were entering the system. But the fight was already running and the Corellian grinned.

“Vortex Lead coming through, heading to back up the station conflict. Corellian corvette heading planetside.” He wished he was heading there but he knew he was supposed to be in the cockpit. The man was an explorer, and a spacer, but he was raised to be a combat pilot. And there was the joy that being in the cockpit gave him. The man was already behind a fighter and taking a TIE down.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Null Station
Hi Guys: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"]

“Kark kark kark kark karrrrrkkkkk! Ugh.”

This place was an absolute maze. A maze with people shooting at you, which made it far more difficult to navigate. Not that there really was any basis for navigation—the One Sith had burned out long before her time, so Yula wasn’t familiar with their engineering. All she knew was that the Null Installation had to go down, one way or another.

Ironically, Yula had been headed to Zeltros when the call came through. An alert had crackled over the Coalition’s frequency, disseminating some patchy intel on One Sith plans. At first, she’d wrinkled her nose in confusion—didn’t they mean ‘Sith Empire’? Upon further recollection—thanks to [member="Coren Starchaser"]’s “Didn’t your mother teach you about the One Sith?”—Yula began to feel a sense of urgency. Soon the Corellian channel was spitting out the same message, the call to arms.

She’d managed to guide the Mariposa though the minefield and delicately crashed into the south end of the research station. She’d need a ride back home, that’s for sure. Mom was going to give her an earful for being late. Right now, her focus was getting her hands on anything mechanical to use her special skill in technopathy: heck it up. It would be hard to visit home if there was no home to visit.

Rounding a corner straight into the blaster fire of Remnant troopers, Yula switched on the orange beam and fell right into the tight blade work of Soresu. Plasma bolts sizzled against a plasma blade, but a few ate a burning path through her armor. Incensed by the pain, she lunged forward and curved her blade into a vicious strike at the trio of foot soldiers.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

When word reached him, the trick to Coren was that he wouldn’t stop alerting people. The One Sith was sort of a trigger situation for Coren. The Alliance was designed to fill the gap the Republic had left behind, and for Starchaser, Nemo Ven, and Omai Rhen, it was to remove the One Sith from the galaxy. But to hear that they were nearby? And to hear that his niece was at risk of running into them? He knew what had happened to [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] at the hands of Sage Bane. That was not going to fly with him. One didn’t mess with the Starchaser clan.

And with the Sith involved directly, it was going to be a lightning rod for Starchaser. Contacting the ORC Peacekeepers and Alliance Pathfinders, hopefully backed by ORC Judges and the Covenant Jedi. The Jedi Master had to leave his ship back supporting the Sullust fleet. And that was the team he was working with today. He and the team had been fighting their way into the station, and they had taken over one of the hangars. Additional shuttles were landing, and the Pathfinders and Peacekeepers were taking point and making moves into the hall, and with the Pathfinders breaking the computer system.

“General Starchaser, we’ve got Judges inbound. Hangar is secure.” The General nodded.

“Patch me to the Silvers.” He ordered as he got given the green light. “Antarians and Silver, Coalition has taken the Starside hangar. Where are you?” He knew what they were doing if Raider was involved. They were going to be taking landing pods. The shuttles and evac team needed a way to get out.

[member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Yula Perl"]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Where's the kriffin' rocket launcher, Trenor?!" Sidon yelled out from behind the portable shields which were beginning to give in.

"Target locking, Sarge!" Trenor's high pitched voice came through amidst the chaos of the firefight.

"Hurry up, damn it!" Sidon yelled back and hurried towards Amon. "We're gonna tear the nest to bits-"

"Yes, I will take point." the Vizsla stated coldly staring at the enemies from behind the shield. His finger twitching to activate the darksaber.

"FIRE!!" Trenor's voice screeched and with a loud thud and a hiss a rocket was released. It shot upwards and then sharply turned downwards towards its target - the machine gun nest. The explosion rocked the ground beneath them and threw debris of steel all over the place. Immediately after, Amon shut off the shield and kicked in the repulsors hard. Artificial gravity slung him forward straight into the enemy lines and he took to doing what he did best.

Killing.

The darksaber slit open armors, flesh and bone with each swing. Behind Amon the rest of the squad charged onward to press the broken line of the Remnant. It didn't take long before the Remnant were either slain or retreated further into the depths of the Null Installation.

“Antarians and Silver, Coalition has taken the Starside hangar. Where are you?”

"Maintenance bay entry, headed to the reactor core." Amon replied. "What's your status, General?"

He looked up ahead where an orange lightsaber (Yula) made quick work of a few Remnant troopers heading around the corner. Amon frowned at the sight, he had no knowledge there would already be Jedi up ahead of them.

"General, would a Jetii with an orange blade be of any familiarity to you? Looks like a Zeltron." He called back over the comms to Coren. "Are they lost?"

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Yula Perl"]

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Ship: StealthX-I
Wraith Squadron: [member="Loske Matson"], [member="Cuan Kunn"], [member="Petir Soont"] [member="Duke Dyson"], [member="Tera Highwind"]
Area of Operations: [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Yula Perl"]

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WRAITH LEADER​

PHOENIX WING​

NULL INSTALLATION​

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"Alright I'm with him," Rayf murmured into his comm link, one eye on the X-Wing's targeting computer and the other on his short range sensors, "just ease up a little."

"He's on me good! I can't shake him off!"

"Break break break! Bandits inbound vector zero niner!"

"I'm hit! Navigation is offline, losing main power-"

"Krypter krypter krypter, repeat am declaring an emergency."

"Almost there..." he ignored the chaotic comm chatter in his ear, "Bank right!"

Anticipating his moment, Vigil squeezed the trigger in time with his target lock, stripping away the TIE Predator's deflector screens. A homing missile from short range finished off his prey, and he could heard the relief in the Silver Jedi's voice when his fellow pilot thanked him for the assist. Under ideal circumstances a joint unit like Phoenix Wing would have had weeks or even months learning how to fly together. Rayf and his fellow Coalition pilots were having to adjust to both the Silvers and Confederation squadrons during the operation. There was simply no time to prepare.

"Wraith Leader to Paladin Actual," the Old Man tried to raise General Starchaser on comms, "These guys are really mad out here. Not sure how much longer we can keep them distracted. What's your status?"

 

[Romi Jade]

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Location: Starside Hangar bay​

Objective: Push further in Null​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Rayf Vigil"]​

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Spoiler

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Her shuttle landed. The lock popped, the hinges went through a cycle before the door actually popped open and the pressures of air filled the passenger bay -- there was a lingering and burnt stench that arose from an obvious firefight.

She allowed herself to float down, an obvious stand out for many reason: yellow jacket, long hair; and bodyglove...

There came almost a shriek of energy from the vessel as it powered down, and the ground burned where Romi had just been with the final expulsion of air. She floated on over to Coren's position, "Hey star-boy. You showed up early this time..." she teased, shifting her weight so there was a sway in her stance. Casually tilting her head, she smirked. Of course he did...she gave him crap for being late to the action last time.

“General Starchaser, we’ve got Judges inbound. Hangar is secure.” The General nodded.

She glanced over at his detail before whipping back around.

"Any word?" she mentioned prior to him reaching out via the comms

“Patch me to the Silvers.” He ordered as he got given the green light. “Antarians and Silver, Coalition has taken the Starside hangar. Where are you?” He knew what they were doing if Raider was involved. They were going to be taking landing pods. The shuttles and evac team needed a way to get out.

"Maintenance bay entry, headed to the reactor core." Amon replied. "What's your status, General?"

"General, would a Jetii with an orange blade be of any familiarity to you? Looks like a Zeltron." He called back over the comms to Coren. "Are they lost?"

Her eyes widened and her lips folded into one another as she paced away -- she had no idea about any of that.

Romi didn't wait for further instructions. She felt Coren's distant touch again, and a pulse of strength with it. Thanks, Starchaser, she shot back at him, with quick nod. There was a time for gratitude.

She moved into position. Now with the group prepping to advance, she had her lightsaber ignited before she eased to a stop, giving the conduit a quick and almost casual-looking glance she lashed out with the tip of her blade, slicing the conduit adjacent to the door lengthwise; and suddenly the entrance to the next hall was filled with a noisy spray of liquid, splattering against the ceiling and walls and showering down onto their location.


For a long moment nothing happened. Then, through the haze of smoke their group began to fire on the entrenched opposition.

Seconds later...

Snap-hiss

She moved from a standing start with surprising speed; she preceded the group like a cannonball.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

Ship: StealthX-I​

Wraith Squadron: [member="Cuan Kunn"], @Petir Soont [member="Duke Dyson"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Frielle Kinniak"]​

Area of Operations: [member="Amon Vizsla"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Yula Perl"]​

Operating with: Phoenix Wing​

Cockpit Jams​

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Blossoms of fire erupted in front of her pointer's nose, excited cheering occurring through the shared comms channel. The Wraiths were cleaning up the skies alongside their temporary compatriots. All of this had been short notice, but so seemed the rhythm with the recently banded Alliance Remnant group. To go with the flow was a major Wraith vibe.

In the meantime, she partially listened to the non response from Paladin Actual. "Maybe we should buy them some more time, keep this playground tight."

The problem of flying new, meant that some traditional formations that each of the teams were accustomed to on their own made things a little awkward when two pairs of shapes tried to fit together. It wasn't as bad as a circle fitting into a square, but it was close.
Loske nudged her stick to the left and pushed the throttle forward to bring her stealth up on Old Man's left. Seemingly following the intention to re-form and re-attach another Wraith dropped in back and starboard of Old Man while one of the Silver's pilots pulled their wings into the formation to the port and in back of Loske.

"Well look at this! We've got a little cluster now." Blue mused into the comms. "Let's draw them in.

Silvers, Wraiths, can you come in from behind and over us to any coming toward us?"

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