Operation "Gale Warning" - Levantine Liberation! - ORC Dominion of Hex K-58

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]

Jorus' fighter arced away from the wreckage of the flanking interceptors. "Solid shooting, bud. Those Ta'jar can fly."

Beyyr yowled polysyllabically, and Jorus spun the old Levantine Terminus to the named vector. He whistled under his breath. New ships had jumped in, one of them deeply familiar. He eyed the comms panel, the sensors, the battlefield as a whole, and angled for a relatively safe vector. Pull over when you make a call, his dad always used to say.

"Libita, this is Sundance. Gorram glad to see you, Sanya." He meant it, too. Once upon the time they'd had a serious grudge against each other. Funny what a little growing up could do, and some hard times shared. "I'll send you the tactical data I've got. Rip'em a new one and I'll owe you a drink."

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

On my six: [member="John Shepherd"]
In the tin can: [member="Wyatt McLaren"] [member="Joza Perl"]
some where: [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Jared Starchaser"]
The bad guys: Ta'jar Blood Gang


Sanya waisted no time boarding the lambda shuttle she had stolen from her short time with the empire. A temporary alliance that benefited her at the time. She was soon met by her guard clad in their armor. It was a uniform to be feared by the enemy's of the feline queen and a symbol of safety by those she protected. With a loud bang on the side of the ship, the woman looked towards the cockpit. "OKAY TAKE US OUT!" She shouted towards the pilot. The shuttle would lift from the cold metal floor of the hanger and slowly move forward before turning to face the exit. Before it could go into full motion sanya had strapped herself in. Seconds after the click of her harness the green light flashed. The Gforce made the woman slide in her seat a little as the shuttle left the hanger with speed with aid of the catapult pressor. It was only a few minutes till the shuttle came close to the ship Joza and Wyatt was aboard. Sanya couldn't tell what was happening on the outside although she could only imagine the barrage of fire the Ancoran navy was dishing out. No matter what happened the Taj'ar was out numbered and out gunned.

The back of the shuttle would open up once it had landed in the hanger of the Enemy lead ship. "Okay you four, take the port side. You four take the starboard. Leathal force is authorized but if you can subdue for arrest do so, the objective is to create a distraction. The rest of you are with me we'll hit the hyperdrive." The first two groups of her guard was to divide the enemy enough that Sanya and her group could slide through the ship with as little of resistance as possible. Her target was to disable the hyperdrive by shutting it off. As everyone exited the shuttle the Ancoran gurards lightsabers would ignight with bright white blades.

Spoiler

Libita-class command ship

• x6 B-wing's
• x6 B-zero's

Udarnik assault frigate x1
Sekallien runner x2

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Fight pirates
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Wyatt McLaren"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="John Shepherd"]
Enemies: Ta'jar Blood Gang

"Sanya used the holes inside the Xo'Xaan in an attempt to disable its hyperdrive" Wololo reported in.

"Let the Xo'Xaan go: its remaining firepower is not a big threat"

"I've got one on my six, you see it?"

"Yes, I see it, Enchantress Actual"

With the enemy cloud of fighters down to half its original size, and the timely arrival of Sanya, there were five enemy squadrons left to fight. In an attempt to chase a troublesome TIE fighter that was going after Griet, Janick got hit, and is now without shields. Which meant that she had to take precautions to ensure that she is not getting hit until the shields are back up at sufficient strength again. With a well-placed three-second volley, and a direct hit, the enemy fighter off Griet's back is exploding in a ball of flame leaving only the radiators alive, if a little crumpled, with Wololo shooting down the fighter on Janick's tail. This is an enemy that can actually fly, she thought. Meanwhile, with one Sadow left to go port and starboard, closing in on standard turbolaser range, and the third one attempting to dive, it was just too big a target for Janick to miss at that range. So she gave the order to fire proton rockets at the central Sadow, sensing an opportunity to badly damage the enemy cruiser, and maybe even destroy it if enough proton rocket hits are scored.

"This is Alchemist Actual, fire proton rockets at the central Sadow"

Spoiler

Capital ship: Verdict moderate shield damage

Attack craft: 50 Alakaha elite fighters

 

[Joza Perl]

She stifled a snort at the mention of getting shot in the ass. Maybe she’d tell him the story about the slug to her groin that nearly broke her hip but was of amusement to the nurses once they saw her tattoo there.

Anyway…

They seemed to be at a standstill, peeking from the open door at the Trandoshan with his group of hostages. He was an ugly scarred beast, battle torn from harsh pirate life. Joza’s face hardened in concentration as she scanned the alien’s form with a mix of disdain and curiosity. They maybe had a good minute or so until Swift boarded and the cavalry arrived, but this had suddenly turned into a more delicate operation.

The Other Rim didn’t quite do delicate but right now they had to manage.

“I’m savin’ mine up” She muttered. “Gonna spend a whole damn year on a tropical island ‘stead of dealing with this chit.”

She leaned forward, green eyes locked on the brute’s head and noticing a slight depression in his skull. The skin there was looser, indicating that he’d likely taken a heavy blow there at one point.

“See that dent in the left side of his head?” She murmured, never once taking her eyes off of their new target. “Weakened bone structure. Aim there and it’ll take him down.”

Arterial brain bleeds were no joke.

[member="Wyatt McLaren"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Joza Perl"]

McLaren set his jaw.

Yeah, he could hit that target, no problem. It wasn't the hit that worried him- it was what would come after that. One wrong move and all these people would die and that wasn't something that Wyatt wanted on his conscience.

They didn't have any alternatives though. Nothing that Wyatt could see anyway.

"Yeah." He mumbled, before breathing out softly and letting the Force take over. Everything shifted in his mind-eye. Breath slowing as did everyone else, as if they were all moving through jello. The image in front of him crystallized. He could see every scale, the ragged nature, he could see the claws and the dents in them. Could see the tears on the hostages' faces.

Difficult situation.

Best not to think about it too much. "Boom." Wyatt simply said and squeezed the trigger. Bullet came out and the gunslinger was already running, two steps in it had already penetrated the weak spot on the Trandoshan's skull.

Wyatt leaped and just before the dead lizard could lose its grip over the switch... his hand curled around the claw tight and kept the pressure on. "Feth. Never again, go check on those people, yeah?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Coren was that pilot, the one flying and being all sorts of a hotshot. But he had something to defend here. His fighter was ready and armed, and he was making his way straight for the station. If he could knock out fighters in the hangar, the ones flown by the enemy, or get them to chase? Then he could assist the evacuation crafts. Once that was done, maybe he and Jorus could get in there and move the station. Still, first things first.

Gripping the control yoke the pilot grinned. Firing blaster shots at the ships on guard duty was always a crap shoot. When they turned to engage and fired at his fighter, he shook his head. “Oh no.” He laughed, almost over the comms and dove his fighter, a quick spin and he was oriented proper for what he needed.

“So, step two was what…?” He looked into his rear sensor screen and saw the fighters chasing him. That was the plan, after all. Just… what to do with them.

 

[Joza Perl]

Trigger was pulled and McLaren was off almost as fast as the shot, tackling the lizard beast in time to negate any damage to the room. Lizard beast excluded, of course.

Still tense with adrenaline, the Zeltron darted over to the confused slave, terror mixed with a sliver of hope emanating from them as a whole. For all they knew, these two were a part of a rival gang or pirates themselves here to claim their prize in blood and flesh.

“I am glad you didn’t die.” She grunted in response, focus creasing her face as she checked out the collars rigged around the slave’s necks. Pulling a device from one of her pockets, she keyed something into the Chain Breaker and held it up to the slave’s neck. A beep sounded from the machine after a few second and the collar fell off and clattered to the ground. “Heh,” She let out a little triumphant noise before moving down the line. Luckily these guys didn’t use anything too complex, typical of pirates. High grade slavers and those with a lot of credits were the ones she had to worry about.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? First drink's on me.” She turned back to look at Wyatt.

[member="Wyatt McLaren"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Jorus bit back an exclamation and pounded his fist on the control panel. Out there, all across the starscape, Sanya and the Coalition forces hammered the Ta'jar forces. Ancoran starfighters slashed in to shred Starchaser's chasers. Far as memory served, this might be one of the largest displays of firepower in ORC space. Though Jorus wasn’t one to find glory in combat or beauty in destruction, the Ta’jar had taken serious effort to subdue, and that kind of emotional payoff hit hard. He let the victory roll over him as he listened to the fabric of comm chatter throughout the system - as strain turned to relief. He almost fancied he could sense that transformation in the Force, impossible though that was.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Libita, Sundance again. Thanks for the cavalry charge. I’m receiving a transmission from Oswaft Station - they’ve cleared out most of the boarders and spooled up the hyperdrive for a safe point closer to our borders. They’re requesting formal asylum and all that jazz. Shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll stick around-”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Oswaft Station, the Levantine Astronautical Academy, leaped to hyperspace. Jorus found himself grinning. Of all the things he’d left behind, the LAA was the one he regretted most. Well, maybe apart from [member="Chloe Blake"]. ‘You can’t go back’ had been his mantra more than once, but this time, it didn’t come to mind.[/SIZE]

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Objective: Fight pirates
Allies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Jared Starchaser"] [member="Wyatt McLaren"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="John Shepherd"]
Enemies: Ta'jar Blood Gang

"Watch out: the Sadow is gonna blow!" Wololo warned the surviving pilots.

And the sheer amount of proton rocket hits inflicted on the last Sadow killed it outright, and, between this battle and the other, it was clear that the Verdict's fighter complement was going to be under good hands. Of course, with the Xo'Xaan now left without any firepower whatsoever, they could leave it alone, more or less; it was stripped of any remaining firepower by debris taking out what hardpoints remained. Yes, Janick was satisfied with this sortie, getting a handful of kills, just that the Ta'jar Blood Gang was competent, perhaps at least to the level of those Imp pilots she fought on Bothawui. But now was the time to return to ship: in time she will realize that, while several of her fellow pilots, such as Wololo, preferred the thrill of combat sorties over the remaining parts of the job. Which were more than unpleasant to many, especially those who logged some kills. She knew some of those pilots, like Wololo, the CVW chaplain, or even herself as one of the people who ran the Verdict's investment portfolio, were OK with assuming extra responsibilities outside of combat sorties, while others abhorred it.

"You may now want to take your craft to maintenance and not simply of the refueling variety"

Spoiler

Capital ship: Verdict moderate shield damage

Attack craft: 49 Alakaha elite fighters