Operation Deep Strike [CS attack on Carida NR]

[RC 212]

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MUSIC​

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Spoiler

https://youtu.be/NoFfgJbkl-o

It was that time again.

Less than 48 hours after the attack on Hex W22 Fleets mobilized. Leaving in their wake the carnage they'd wrought on the Republic in the first strike of a long war that was to come.

With an influx of the strange bug like aliens attacking the Commonwealth Systems from Duros, the Council of Admirals had decided it was time to press their advantage. The next strike in the War against the Republic would be Carida, prized for it's military academy and as a central stronghold for the Republic Armies.

It was argued that if a blow could be struck here, it'd slow down the Republic War effort to expand. Something that was not in the interest of the Commonwealth. They could ill afford to face Bug, Pirates, and the Republic all at once.

With a wounded, but battle hardened 1st Battle-group, Admiral Katarine Falcon pushed deeper into the core. All speed was made towards Carida, in an effort to beat Republic Forces re-balancing from hex W22 back to their own home space. Aboard the fleets the Officers and higher Non Comms receive their briefings.

Somewhere in the void hyperspace beacons are going off, alerting the watchful of a large mass passing through the area. The war machine rages on, eager to deliver souls back to the Nether.

Friends would be lost, souls would be broken, Heroes would be born

POI:

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Commonwealth

• Penetrate Orbit
• Overrun Carida Military Academy
• Capture Intel and High Value Targets
• Demo Infrastructure

Republic

• Hold the line
• Repel all attackers
• Capture Enemy Personnel

Both

• Inflict Maximum Casualties on Republic or Commonwealth Fleets

 

[RC 212]

1st Battle-Group
Hyperspace
CSS Arbiter




Another mission came down from HIGHCOM. This one a follow on from the attack on the Republic Station. All the fleet had been accounted for and sent underway at a moments notice. Around the cramped briefing room the rest of the Chiefs and other Officers milled, some clutching cups of caf, others nursing bloody bandages. War never slept, and neither did the 1st Battle-group. They were shaved down, bloodied, but unbeaten.

"All right listen up. Lt. Errol has the battle plan drawn up," She barked.

He posted and they exchanged salutes, before the holo tank whirred to life.

A short but stocky man, clad in a ruffled blue uniform took the fore. Lt. Errol, her newest XO, sent to the fleet to get his feet wet.

"Alright then. Here we go.

Mission: Break defenses of Carida, Destroy as much of the Republics war materiel and Infrastructure as possible, as well as Capture any High Value targets.

Situation is unknown. We may have beat the Republic back to their home, and we may not have. Either way we are anticipating heavy defenses. A large home defense fleet will definitely be a factor, as well as tough ground defenses. No AA has been reported by initial scouts.

Method of attack will consist of Admiral Falcon's fleet dropping in, punching through their lines, and the standard hot assault with drop pods. We'll be providing precise Orbital support for the first thirty mikes, after that any support will have to come in the form of Close Air Support. Combat Air leaders, that'll be you and the Controllers once we get the Marine Battalions on ground. Sequence to the ground will receive armor first, then boots.

Command and Control will be Admiral Falcon, Myself and the next lowest in the event we fail.

Signal will be normal comms, encrypted. Backup will be tight beam. Failing that signal with whatever you can, in flash dot code.

Time to mission Start Point, thirty mikes standard galactic. Any questions?"

There was one. Master Chief Varas, someone she recognized as Praetorian Guard.

"Chief."

"Yea what about extract?"

"Exfil is still being decided."

"So we're going in with no guarantee of coming back."

"Yes."

[member="Bug'ares'vemmosk"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Kell Lane"] | [member="Marx Zinder"] | [member="Jackson Mills"] | [member="Adrik Morgan"] | [member="Andrew Grayson"] | [member="Richard Campbell"] | [member="Tirtus Vex"] | [member="Jocelyn M'koor"] | [member="Connory"]

 

[Tirtus Vex]

Location: Battle Group 1, Hyperspace, CCS Faith
Objective: Destruction of New Republic assets

Tritus stood at the bridge of the CCS Faith, watching the briefing along with the other captains within the battle group. He was surprised that he was standing at the bridge of such a ship in the first place, being essentially a freelance captain. However he would not complain, he had spent too long away from a position of command, and he intended to make the most of it. As the briefing went on, Tritus looked over a hologram of the expected defenses. Heavy warships were likely, and knowing the New Republic, a lot of starfighters. Hopefully The Commonwealths own pilots could beat them back, but who could really know. As the briefing ended on the note of no return, Tritus' ears pricked up. He was planning to survive this assault, no matter the cost.

"Contact the Admiral, tell her I wish to speak with her." Tritus commanded, as an ensign salute and headed for the comms. Strategy was key, and losing as few ships as possible was paramount.

"You're patched through Captain."

"Good. Admiral, this is Vex. I wish to discuss the strategy for the assault with you."

[member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[RC 212]

1st Battle-Group
Hyperspace
CSS Arbiter

There was a beep on her wrist pad. She stepped out, to find herself facing one of the junior Officers they'd hired on.

"This Arbiter Actual, go ahead Cap'n Vex."

 

[RC 212]

1st Battle-Group
Hyperspace
CSS Arbiter
Lower Decks

Below decks the Praetorian Guard had their own briefing, with info passed on from Master Chief Varas, his senior. As it wrapped up he found himself contemplating the meaning of life, staring a blank TAC MAP on a holotank. Marines and Praetorian's moved out, some getting in their last bathroom break or good meal. Everyone had ritual before combat. Since the Carnage at Duros facing down the bugs, his was wondering why the hell he did it all.

He shook his head and moved to the mess, grabbing a quick field snack of muffin and cramming it down his face. Carbs were good for a fight, stored energy in the body helped you run long distance. It was a crappy muffin, because of course the Navy cooks were crap but whatever.

The next few minutes went by in a blur. Hit the armory, grab a rifle, side arm, gun belt, grenades, special gear for laying down airstrikes.

Then on to the ready room, where every brother Praetor was standing at long table, weapons laid out dress right dress, stripping off pieces, adding more. Constant clicks filled the room as he went to work, throwing on a Thermal and Night Optic, removing his fore-grip in favor of an angled one. The more control you had over the muzzle, the easier it was to shoot on the run.

And then the final part.

They rigged into their combat armor, arranged in neat racks against the walls. He clicked another Praetors breastplate on and gave it a punch.

"Come back in one piece."

"For Glory."

"For the Commonwealth."

With that he donned his red cloak, throwing it up and over his shoulders. His helmet slid on, and the seals locked as the servos in their power armor whirred to life.

The room grew silent for a heartbeat, and in that silence all the death, glory and times they shared were communicated between them by knowing glances behind face plates. Then Adrik nodded.

"All right, let's do this Chit."

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

(OOC I will be fleeting for this thread though my character is not actually present)

With the proposed threat of the Manadlorian Empire to the east, recent Sith incursion to the north and now the Commonwealth system going out of their way to attack them. It was still something strange to understand seeing as the New Republic had not emproched on their land or space, but as a military dictatorship of sort one could not be surprised by their forceful means.

As the capital of the restored democratic system Carida was one of the most well defended parts of the Republic, many of the military assets having yet to be sent out to other star systems under their control, a large navel fleet made up of the Republics largest ships orbiting the planet. Still despite it's size such a fleet was blissfully unaware of the Commonwealth attack, not believing the nation was capable to attacking their new capital. The current ships in lose formation, some refueling, upgrading and so forth, scanners not yet picking up the enemy fleet approaching the planet.

Fleet

Spoiler

1x Tenant-class Star Carrier
2xNunb-class Star Carrier
2x Billet II-Class Carrier Cruiser
2x Sovv Class Artillery Frigate
4x Hellion-class Heavy Frigate
6x Preserver-class Corvette
4xPartition-class Interdiction Frigate
6x Solace-class Picket Corvette
3x Yularen-class Shield Cruisers

Fighters
E90 E-Wings
Rapier-class Heavy Starfighters

[member="Adrik Morgan"] l [member="Tirtus Vex"] l [member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[Tirtus Vex]

Location: Battle Group 1, Hyperspace, CCS Faith
Objective: Destruction of New Republic assets

Tritus stood on the bridge when the response came in, and it was far more informal than he'd expected. For such a military focused government, it's leadership was far more open to relaxation than one would expect. Nevertheless, Tritus would speak his mind.

"Admiral, might I suggest that we avoid committing our entire fleet to a forward assault? There are ways of getting behind their defenses without sacrificing more ships than needed." It was a bold thing, questioning a commanding officer, but Tritus had spent years doing it under the Chiss, and it had served him well in the past.

[member="Katarine Falcon"] / [member="Adrik Morgan"] / [member="Harley"] Fenstermacher

 

[RC 212]

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1st Battle-Group
Hyperspace
CSS Arbiter

[member="Tirtus Vex"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

OOC: Harley no big deal. Welcome to the fun

He wasn't so wrong. Katarine remembered a suggestion by a Junior Lt. not too long ago to split the Battle-Group into pods, thus allowing them more flexibility. The way she had them now, they'd be operating as a unified command, and the structure was better suited to a two or three pronged attack from all three Battle-groups. As fate would have it, 2cnd and 3rd Battle-group were fending off a slow but menacing xeno invasion near duros, blocking them from getting to Nubia.

They were quite alone so far as she understood it. High Command was none to keen to send extra assets, so this was it.

There was an old maxim she;d learned as Priate Captain, and later as Nubian Defense force. The top sees things in the broad strokes, but the lower guys, they see the ground truth and know every detail.

"Very well Captain. A sound observation. Take what assets you require. Use my authorization code, and broadcast me your final attack plan encrypted. Leave me the bulk of the Heavy Hitters though."

She glanced at her watch.

"We have approximately twenty minutes till SP. Make your plans and re-org quick. Admiral Falcon out."

She was needed elsewhere, notably the CIC. With a grin she moved off down the hall, walking double-time...

 

[Tirtus Vex]

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Location: Battlegroup 1, Hyperspace, CCS Faith
Objective: Destruction of New Republic Assets

As the transmission cut, Tritus smiled. Finally he was being given substantial command again, with all the expectations that came with it. Quickly leaving the bridge, Tritus ordered a hologram of the fleets composition to be displayed on the main command terminal. Looking over it, he began noting down the ships that fitted his plan, while also thinking how risky the plan would be. A precise hyperspace jump was possible, if they could hit the planet's gravitational field at the right point. Usually an interdiction field would be used, but they were lacking any ships with that capacity.

"Establish comms to the CCS Runner, CCS Wrecker, CCS Justice, CCS Hold, and CCS Shield." He barked, before he started to draft a battle simulation.

"Comms established sir!"

"Good. All ships, this is Captain Tritus Vex. I have been given authority by Admiral Falcon, and am now commanding this section of the battlegroup. Our objective is to disrupt the New Republic, however a frontal assault will cost us dearly. Therefore, we are to alter our hyperspace route slightly, so that we're pulled out of hyperspace by the planet behind the enemy. We shall then launch fighters, while the CCS Shield disables their communications and slices the systems of their command vessel. Our mission is dangerous, but we can reduce the amount of damage done to the main force. You have your orders. Captain Vex out."

The transmission closed, and Tritus felt an odd sense of doubt. They could easily lose all the ships with this, but the main force would survive.

"Send a copy of the battle plan to the admiral."

[member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

A lone comm officer looked over the sensors, nothing interesting had happened in the last few hours, his shift slowly grinding to a close. The fleet had been on alert ever since the small Sith attack and other issues in the northern sector of the Republic, but for the moment things seemed all clear, most believing that the Commonwealth or the Mandalorian Empire had given up any military action for the time being.

Leaning back in he seat the man started to spark up a stim-stick until a sudden blare came from the counsel, catching him off guard. "Wh- of crap". A small crash sounding from the room as he fell over, climbing back up with a new bruise on his forehead, eyes quickly scanning over the reading from the screen. "Uh oh".

Reaching to the side he picked up the ships comlink he quickly counteracted the bridge of the flagship, "admiral, the scanners are picking up a large formation approaching the planet". "An enemy fleet? here? no it can't be, attacking a capital planet is suicide... unless that was what they suspected". "Prepare for combat, get the ships in maintenance up and operational, they have caught us with our pants down".

[member="Tirtus Vex"] [member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[RC 212]

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1st Battle-Group
Hyperspace
CSS Arbiter

[member="Tirtus Vex"] | [member="Harley Fenstermacher"]

They had arrived. Katarine with folded arms and hands clasped behind her watched as their fleet reverted one by one into real space. There was brilliant flashes, and some smaller vessels in the shipping land careened into their hulls, exploding and breaking apart on impact. They were civilian freighters, but simply, they were collateral.

"Action stations, Set Condition One."

Considering the Republic was just Rebuilding and had claimed this area for only a few months, she estimated they were not well fortified. In fact she hardly saw any ships in the area.

"Perhaps we've caught them by surprise."

"Aye Ma''am. We have readings on our scopes, some of their ships are firing up!"

"Very well. Set us in blockade formation. Line Command as the main battle line, Escort on the flanks. Keep our support elements to the rear. All Speed, Full ahead."

OOC: Will be slow till Hurricane passes.

FLEET

Spoiler

1ST:

FLEET

Line Command

CSS Arbiter: Jast Elite Destroyer:
CSS New Dawn: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Valiant: Jast Carrier Destroyer
CSS Rain: Jast Missile Destroyer:
CSS Thunder: Jast Missile Destroyer:

Escort Command

CSS Dawn: Jast 1st Rate
CSS Faith: Jast 2nd Rate
CSS Charity: Jast 2cnd Rate
CSS Runner: Jast Shredder:
CSS Wrecker: Jast Shredder:
CSS Vindicator: Jast Shredder:
CSS Blaze: Jast Shredder:
CSS Ezilyn: Jast Shredder:

Support Command

CSS Justice: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Vagrant: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Hold: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Rake: Jast Pocket Carrier
CSS Punisher: Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CSS Shield: Jast Blackout
CSS Razor: Longhammer Disabler Cruiser
CSS Mechanus: Reclaimer 1

MARINE FORCES

1ST BATALLION- INFANTRY- 1000X TROOPS
2ND BATALLION- ARMOR- 500X TROOPS- 50X VEHICLES
3RD BATALLION- MEDICAL- 300X TROOPS 50X VEHICLES
FLEET MARINES: 200 PER VESSEL

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

104x- J-96 Headhunter
104x- Jast Medium Fighter
104x- Jast Heavy Fighter


CO: Queen Admiral Katarine Falcon

 

[Tirtus Vex]

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Location: Battlegroup 1, Carida, CSS Faith
Objective: Destruction of New Republic Assets
Ships under his command: CSS Faith, CSS Wrecker, CSS Justice, CSS Runner, CSS Hold, CSS Shield

As the main battle group dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the engagement zone, Tritus and the ships under his command kept going, leaving hyperspace a few miles above the planets atmosphere, behind the enemy. Too close for comfort, and most likely detected by planetary sensors, they'd have to act fast.

"CSS Shield, disable their comms. CSS Justice and CSS Hold, launch fighters and target their engines. CSS Wrecker, move in along the CSS Faith, we're going to target their captial ships, focus on the shield generators. CSS Runner, protect the CSS Shield."

Connecting to the comms of the Admiral, Tritus spoke with firm determination.

"Admiral, we're in position and moving to attack."

[member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[Harley Fenstermacher]

The admiral looked on the incoming fleet, a scowl forming on his head, they had underestimated the small planetary power, most after suffering a defeat you regroup and rebuild, especially with other factions to consider. Never the least the Commonwealth was here to fight armed to a fleet of small but powerful ships. Were they obtained so many 'Jast' ships was quite the eyebrow raiser, seemed that company was getting quite the deal of business.

"Everyone to battle stations, have the larger capital ships form up in front of the unprepared craft, push the Yularen-class Shield Cruisers, hopefully that will buy us enough time to reform the fleet and push back". His order were put through before static engulfed the coms. "Sir we are being jammed". "Tsh... get someone up here to get through their jammers, launch fighters in a defensive stance and have all working".

The Tenant-class flagship along with the 2 Nunb-class pointed their prows towards the oncoming ships as the rest of the fleet scrambled to protect itself. "Sir several smaller frigates and supports are coming at us from our left flank", "have our star fighters seek to intersept and fire the kinetic spears at that Jast 2nd Rate (CSS Faith)". Several of the E90 E-Wings would close in to prevent the commonwealth fighters from flanking the large star cruisers, the Tenant lining up to fire it's kinetic spears as the small frigate sized craft. In the mean time to two Nunb-class hips along with the Shield cruisers would hold defensive positions around the fleet.

[member="Tirtus Vex"] [member="Katarine Falcon"]