Public Padawan in Peril: a Purgill-class Pirate Problem (Jedi-Open)

[Casaana]

Jadefire

The dissolution of the Galactic Alliance sent shockwaves rippling through the region. Almost overnight there was little enforcement or cooperation between the many planets that had relied on Alliance organization, funding, personal, and equipment. Individual planets and quickly formed treaty clusters had gathered what they could, but that mostly applied to the wealthier systems, those that could tempt security and navy officers suddenly without a paycheck to bring their ships and crews over. Into the sudden void, raiders emerged.

Swallowed in the furor of the changes sweeping the region, few bothered to notice when a shipping company at the end of the Rimma Trade Route lost a lightly crewed escort cruiser to pirates. Casaana's curiosity had been raised when she'd caught sight of it while laid up between hyperspace jumps, a sleek mon-cala design built for speed and half a kilometer long, not broadcasting a transponder code. Curious, the Padawan tucked her interceptor in next to floating debris and settled in to watch for a little. As she did, she pulled up the system info on the Jadefire's center display. She'd picked this system because it was right at the range of her single-jump ability and it held a miniature nebula offering some interesting views while her hyperdrive cooled and cycled. There were also a smattering of asteroids caught in the single sun's weak pull, not quite formed into a belt yet. Maybe they'd make the system's first planetoid in another hundred million years.

Her drive was nearly cooled and the light show provided by the nebula had fully drawn her attention when a beeping from her sensors drew her attention down to the passive scanner display. Another ship had translated out of hyperspace and immediately broadcast a message. Punching it through, all Casaana got were the squeals and warrks of encryption noise, and she quickly shut it off. This new ship was smaller, a Cumulus-class Corsair also without transponder ID, and Casaana shifted in her little fighter's saddle seat in excitement as she watched it move in closer to the light cruiser. Were they going to fight? Her comm picked up a few more encrypted transmissions before quieting. Neither ship seemed to power weapons or launch fighters. Seemed like they were friends. Smugglers waiting to make a handoff? Something worse? Feeling like spying a little longer, the young girl pulled out a nutri-bar and settled in to watch with her snack.

Hours had passed, during which Casaana had both napped and meditated while the two ships still hadn't done anything other than hang in space. "Come on, nebula isn't that interesting." She muttered to herself, thinking about giving up when she picked up another hyperspace translation on her sensors. This time the transponder came through loud and clear, MPO-14025, Rassa's Dream, Purgill-class star cruiser. A luxury passenger liner. Casaana's blood ran cold as the other two ships powered up and began closing on the cruise liner, this had been what they were waiting for. Bolts of light flashed out from the two pirates, turbolaser and ion cannon fire, which Rassa's Dream gamely began trying to return with her own guns even as her two attackers began launching a dozen snub fighters. Casaana's own systems flickered on almost without thought from the Padawan as she found herself powering towards the conflagration. She was a Jedi, she couldn't just stand by and watch.

As her home-made interceptor came up to speed, Casaana flipped on her own comm, setting it to at least five different Jedi Orders frequencies she'd had membership in along with another dozen enclaves and temples. "This is Jedi Padawan Casaana, I've engaged pirate raiders on my coordinates. Hostiles read one mon-cala escort cruiser, one Cumulus corvette, multiple fighters. Civilian star-cruiser is in danger. Any Jedi forces, please respond. I repeat, pirate ships attacking a civilian liner on my mark!" She'd done her best to keep her voice steady and her nerves out of it, but her hand was shaking as she keyed the transmission to send before her fingers tightened around the control yokes again. Lining up on the Cumulus Corsair, she plowed a stream of ion energy down its shielded flank with her underslung heavy beam cannon. She had to at least draw some of them off, buy some time for reinforcements to arrive or at least give the Purgill a chance.

 

[Aether of the Iron Order]

AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
Jedi Securitron Model Parts
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber x 6 | Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator | War Maul

TAGS: Casaana

The comm panel crackled back to life, as sound came from the empty static.

"Signal received. This is Aether of the Iron Order. Hold course, Padawan. You are not alone, help is coming..."
Aether tried to ping and hail any friendlies still logged in his registry who might be within range of the original distress coordinates. One by one, his pings vanished into static.

The Shard paused a moment in the dim light of his cockpit, considering his next course of action, before he suddenly diverted from his patrol route and aligned toward the signal's last known vector.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saram Kote Casaana ​

Braze was with Saram on a supply run, gathering parts and provisions for the Mud Duck's refit. The two had been moving through the open-air bazaar, bartering with vendors and checking over manifests, when the sharp chirp of Braze's hush-cuff coms cut through the noise.

He paused mid-stride, blinked once, then his eyes widened. He brought two fingers up to his earring.
"Azure Phoenix acknowledged. Enroute."

The line went quiet again, leaving only the hum of passing speeders and the chatter of merchants. Braze turned to Saram, a grin spreading slowly across his face, one of those looks that never promised anything peaceful.

"You in the mood for ruining a few pirates' day? Sounds like a friend's in trouble."

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Some time after Padawan's Casaana's distress transmission, a single azure Jedi Starfighter screamed out of hyperspace. Cronau radiation and gravitic eddies from reversion may have been initially detected, but as the deltawing began to flit about the periphery of the space battle now unfolding it became like a ghost to most sensors as an electronic veil blossomed over the nimble starfighter.

"This is Jedi Padawan Casaana, I've engaged pirate raiders on my coordinates. Hostiles read one mon-cala escort cruiser, one Cumulus corvette, multiple fighters. Civilian star-cruiser is in danger. Any Jedi forces, please respond. I repeat, pirate ships attacking a civilian liner on my mark!"

[Her report checks out! (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ It's not an ambush!]

Mykel initially found the transmission little fishy, no stranger to fraudulent distress calls, but his AI had confirmed its authenticity. Hecate now populated his cockpit's panoramic holographic display with moving icons of several bogeys. Meanwhile, Casaana's unique fighter was marked by a flashing green triangle.

"Padawan Casaana," Mykel started over the same encrypted comm frequency she had used to hail the NJO. "This is Knight Dawson of the Spare Fleet. I jumped ahead from my mothership for reconnaissance purposes, but now a quick reaction force is being routed here as we speak. I trust other Jedi will answer the call. Until then, we hold the line."

The Knight's voice brimmed with resolve, but it also carried warmth for his fellow Jedi, finding the Padawan brave for standing up on behalf of the beleaguered civilians alone.

His tone then took a frosty note as he addressed the attacking pirates directly over an open channel.

"Pirates, this is your first and final warning. Cease your attack, or you will be neutralized."

The warning was mostly a formality, but maybe some of the brighter ones would peel off and make his job easier.

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Tags: Casaana Aether of the Iron Order Braze​

 

[Vyn Ryder]

Padawan in Peril: a Purgill-class Pirate Problem
Gear: In Bio
Interacting With: Open

Vyn stood at attention aboard the Mon-Cala Cruiser, the sleek five hundred meter long ship quite different from the pirating ships he was used to. With its austere white aesthetics, panoramic windows, and armatured command chairs, the vessel was a top of the line warship - not some retrofit that had been cobbled together with black market parts. For all its glory, though, the sight of it made Vyn sick. Shifting back and forth on his feet, leather armor creaking, his hand idly drumming on his heavy maser pistol, he fought the urge to yell at his superior officer, the Dread Pirate Rohbur. He owed the wild-eyed man a life debt for breaking him out of prison for a crime he hadn't committed. Yet, even so...

"Sir, the Galactic Alliance just dissolved. Is now the time for -"

"Stow that talk, First Mate. The Pirate Nation has lurked in the shadows for far too long! Creeping in, like the void across the stars, we will blot out their skies! It all begins here, a single decisive victory, the first of many!" The wild-eyed pirate captain, his one cybernetic eye rolling, raised a fist to the bridge crew, who cheered in response. "Ye be questioning me again, on me own bridge, and I'll have ye spaced! I dunna care how valuable ye cybernetics are to us!"

Vyn stood straighter, and offered a pirate's salute. "The order is given! Sensorman, update on our status!" To the side, a scrawny looking human in mismatched clothing squinted at the sensor map. The viewscreens had mon cals in mind, and he had poor eyesight to begin with. "Aye! One sensor contact incoming...she'll be in our copes in one minute." Vyn nodded curtly, taking a place behind and to the right of the dread captain. Their target was a crippled Alliance warship; hoping to continue their streak of fortuitous acquisitions, the dread pirate had maneuvered to capture another warship to add to his small fleet, solidifying his power in the Pirate Nation. "She be on our scopes! Sensor profile...er..." The sensorman paused, unsure how to proceed. "...Er...she be a MPO-14025. Purgill-class."

"What?" Snapped the dread pirate, making the man cower in fear.

"The warship must have diverted. With the collapse, fleet patterns are erratic. Weapons, stand down. Helm, take us back into the nebula." Replied Vyn, inwardly relieved. With nods, the bridge crew began to carry out his orders. What came next chilled Vyn's blood.

"Belay that! Weapons - target that ship! We shall try out our new cannons!" Crowed the dread pirate, eye glowing menacingly.
A murmur went about the bridge. A luxury liner had no sizable loot beyond chronos and datapads - it wasn't like it was a casino ship, stuffed full of credits. Attacking civilians went against the Pirate Code, and was a taboo. They could attract some very unwelcome attention. Fleet remnants, for one; or worse, Jedi. Vyn, paralyzed in shock, barely registered the order.

"First Mate! The order has been given." The dread pirate growled ominously, his cybernetic eye fixed on Vyn. Vyn snapped out of his stupor, awkwardly turning to the man. "We will be respected, and we will be feared. Give the order First Mate. I not be asking again."

"Captain...the Code." Stuttered Vyn. Captain Rohbur had never held steadfast to the Code, but he had never abandoned it either. Vyn had expected the Captain to turn back into the nebula and seek better prey. But as his power was growing, Rohbur's true colors were showing, his ruthlessness and need for blood outweighing any and all common sense. "Sir...Captain...I must refuse. I cannot give the order."

"Space the Code!" Snapped the Captain. Hidden in his sleeve, a pocket blaster spat out a ring of stunning energy, the ring enveloping Vyn and sending him to the floor. "Quartermaster! Take this traitor to the brig! Weapons - target and fire on the liners engines! Anyone else who disagrees will be spaced alongside traitor Vyn after the battle!"

There was a chorus of aye-aye from the bridge, some more enthusiastic than others. A burly gamorrean, the quartermaster, grabbed Vyn by the heel and began dragging him away. More than a few on the bridge looked at each other uneasily, some making gestures to ward off bad luck. Dimly, Vyn was aware of the Mon Cala's guns thumping away.

Mykel Dawson / Braze / Aether of the Iron Order / Casaana

 

[Casaana]

Jadefire

The first loops of her dogfight with the pirate snubs had been easy, they were still feeling her out and their numbers hadn't closed in. And as much as she hated to do it, she was leaving the cruiser to its business with the passenger liner, instead luring away and using the Corsair as a shield from its many guns. Craning her head around to track one of the fighters through her bubble canopy, she flipped power from her main thruster to the Jadefire's maneuvering jets, tightening her turn and letting her get the heavy beam cannon on target. It's brilliant blue-white beam chewed through the snub's shields and disabled the craft in a shower of sparks as power arced across its surface.

Then she cut into a turn before rolling out of it as another strafed lasers through the space she'd just been. Her transceiver kicked on, relaying smooth, if robotic sounding reassurance that brought a grim smile to her face. It was good to know someone had at least heard her. Cutting her main engine, Casaana put her interceptor into a flat spin, her four wing-tip blaster cannons raking across her pursuers before she kicked the drive back on and executed a snap roll away. Then a voice she knew spoke up, and all the tension she'd been carrying released in a burst of pent-up laughter. Braze was coming! A pair of bolts streaked past and blackened her wing's finish, yelping, she was suddenly refocused on her evasion while hoping he made it in time. Glancing down at her controls, she also sheepishly turned her shield on and hit the shield booster to quickly power them up. She'd remembered to activate the multispectrum targeting jammer when the furball had begun, and that along with the number of pirate fighters kept her alive as they jockeyed for position to get the kill on her, but she'd been so focused on everything else she'd forgotten she'd turned it off to keep her signature down while lurking.

Clear blue energy wrapped around her little interceptor as she snapped around again, trying to pull another pirate into her sights. Though this time another had gone wide and turned in on her. His four lasers spat red energy bolts her way and she tried rolling through them, taking a hit to the Jadefire's lower hull. She gasped, heart in throat before she noticed, full charge on the shields. The Mark III's had saved her life again, absorbing the shot to recharge themselves. Grinning again, Casaana flipped around on the pack pursuing her and charged them down, evening out her power distribution for more speed, her wing cannons spitting fire as she lined up the heavy mount again, taking out another two in the pass and breaking through for a run on the Cumulus corvette. Sure it had anti-fighter guns, but it wouldn't be able to fire on her without risking its own fighters coming about on her again. And that was a risk she was willing to take to break the pack apart some more.

Pirate ship closing in, a blessed third voice hailed her over a reciprical frequency, "Padawan Casaana. This is Knight Dawson of the Spare Fleet. I jumped ahead from my mothership for reconnaissance purposes, but now a quick reaction force is being routed here as we speak. I trust other Jedi will answer the call. Until then, we hold the line." Her own targeting pulled him up as a blue delta, recognizing a fellow NJO member. She was yelling at him even as he was broadcasting his warning to the pirates. "I left as many as I could for you, so anytime you want to jump in!" She rolled inverted and gave the Corsair a long burst of the Ion beam as she strafed its gunwales, all guns blazing. "Nice seventy-two by the way!" She added chipperly, appreciating the Silver Jedi era fighter as she out raced the tracking of the corvette's guns before 'diving' behind its block of engines and hopefully into a blind spot for a bit of a breather.

Aether of the Iron Order Braze Mykel Dawson Vyn Ryder​

 

[Mykel Dawson]

​

In the brief pause he allowed for the pirates to relent, he caught glimpses of the Padawan's dogfighting. Firstly, the peformance of her fighter was suburb, quite agile, and sporting a powerful beam cannon that she wielded with a marksman's precision. It reminded him of the Jehuty's composite beam cannon. Even more impressive were her tactics, like using the corvette as a roving shield, pivoting off its bulk to break up lines of fire from the pursuing snubs and the larger cruiser. Even solo she was effectively shaping the battlespace to her advantage.

Such a promising Padawan.

As expected, the pirates didn't heed his warning. Every bogey signature on his holographic display promptly shifted into crimson diamonds for bandits.

"I left as many as I could for you, so anytime you want to jump in!" She rolled inverted and gave the Corsair a long burst of the Ion beam as she strafed its gunwales, all guns blazing. "Nice seventy-two by the way!"

"Thank you, and that's quite gracious of you," Mykel murmured as he lined up his interceptor to strike. "From here on out, you can refer to me as Dagger-1."

Still maintaining his distance from the ensuing furball and the envelope of the capital ships' point defenses, he unleashed a full-powered shot from one of his Tenjins, using it as a standoff weapon. The torpedo of pure ion energy surged forward at ludicrous velocities, nearing fractional lightspeed, and then slammed into one of the snubs trailing Casaana less than a second later. The craft's hull shimmered with arcs of ionic energy for several moments before it careened wildly off course. His wingman, startled by the sudden strike, also veered off his pursuit vector, creating a bit of breathing space for the Padawan.

"I can keep the other fighters off your back if you can focus on disabling that corvette's shields. Then we'll knock it out of commission with a concerted ion strike."

Ironically, the Jedi's focus wasn't on outright destruction, but on capture of the corvette. The Spare Fleet, still largely relying on donated vessels, always sought to add to its numbers by all sort of creative methods.

Meanwhile, the luxury liner was left to trade blows with the Mon Cal cruiser alone; there was only so much two Jedi pilots could do. Mykel, however, had one card to play that could tilt the odds.

"Hecate, start slicing into the enemy's battlenet, and also get us into direct contact with the Rassa for coordination."

[Way ahead of you! ╰(▔∀▔)╯ Decrypting enemy transmissions now...currently at 37% Now contacting Rassa's Dreams charter company to share a channel. Stand by.]

Even the military grade encryption and pyrowalls being used by the well outfitted pirate crew was no match for the dedicated slicing AI. With an array of dense hypermatter processors that operated as superluminal speeds, it was only a matter of time before the network was cracked, and then that's when the real fun began.

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Tags: Casaana Aether of the Iron Order Braze Vyn Ryder​

 

[Saram Kote]

​

Tag(s): Braze | Casaana | Vyn Ryder | Mykel Dawson

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (1 active and deployed, 1 stored)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (3 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

Saram had naturally pestered both her ori'vode for access to company supplies and company suppliers to help Braze out with the Mud Duck's refit. They had both complied, with her birth vod Nyles complaining that it was for a 'Jetii ship', butr eventually relenting. Shuklaar had long given up questioning her requests and was quick to acquiesce to her requests.

Saram's reading of one of the messages from one of the company's suppliers was interrupted by Braze, who seemed to have received a message of his own. Of shabla course she wasn't listening in to his own comm traffic, that would be extremely shabla rude. Her buire had taught her better than that.

"You in the mood for ruining a few pirates' day? Sounds like a friend's in trouble."

"A friend? Someone I know?" she asked first before it hit her. These were pirates, to haran with that. She could scarcely ask for a more perfect activity. Not enough of a threat to make her really put in the work, yet not too little of a threat that she would be bored to haran. "Forget that, sign me the shab up, ad'ika. Now what the haran are we waiting for? We've got some pirate shebs to kick."

 

[Braze]

AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
Jedi Securitron Model Parts
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber x 6 | Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator | War Maul

TAGS: Casaana Saram Kote Vyn Ryder Mykel Dawson

A flicker of distortion rippled as the SS Phantomray slipped out of hyperspace with barely a flash, its stealth plating swallowing the light as it coasted into realspace. For a heartbeat it was only a shadow among stars. Then its engines bloomed as it joined the fray.

Aaether drove straight into the swarm of pirate snubfighters, the Phantomray banking hard and leaving a streak of blue ion wash across their formation. His cannons lit up in controlled bursts, precise and clinical, cutting down the first two fighters before they even registered a target lock.

The stealth interceptor broke through their line, rolled over Casaana's position, and pulled half the pack away from her as he accelerated into a tight pursuit turn.

"Arclight on station. Target acquisition underway." Aether of the Iron Order had entered the fight, and every pirate fighter in his path now had a very real problem.

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"No... I do not think you know her. She is a friend of mine. Her name is Casaana. She has a real passion for ships," Braze said as he moved to adjust their course aboard the Mud Duck keying in what he had to at the navicomputer to get them on the scene.

It would not be long before they dropped out near the edge of the battle, the old freighter barely visible against the sea of black that was the void of space. [Mud Duck Upgrades WIP] | [Old Sub - Mud Duck]

Sensor pings sprung to life as they closed the distance. They dropped in to find the Mon Cal cruiser firing on the passenger liner, the Cumulus corvette strafing around it, and pirate snubfighters swarming Casaana while Mykel picked them off from range. "Alright Captain Night-stalker what's the play?"

 

[Vyn Ryder]

Padawan in Peril: a Purgill-class Pirate Problem
Gear: In Bio
Interacting With: Open

The world turned to static and, dimly, Vyn was aware of the deck plating sliding against the back of his head. With a surge, like snapping awake, the world came back into focus as his neural regulator implant reasserted his brainwave patterns, purging the stun effect.

"Hrk hrk hrk, squeeee!" Lifting his head, Vyn took in the burly gamorrean dragging him by the heel, the porcine alien apparently humming to itself in its own language. Vyn let his head thunk back against the floor as he sighed inwardly, watching the harsh sterile lights pass by overhead.

Well...this was a pickle. He could shoot the quartermaster, but then he was on a ship full of fellow pirates, albeit many seemed no too keen of Rohbur's current heading. He could jump ship, steal a fighter or a shuttle from the hangar, but he didn't like his odds of escaping so long as Rohbur had tractorbeams and ion cannons.

His odds of sparking a mutiny were rather low as well, unless he could find something solid to point at and show that Rohbur's decision was already having repercussions. Yes, Pirates followed the Code...but it was also a dangerous galaxy. Many here had a quaint desire to eat and have a relatively safe space to sleep at night. Many had families to feed, and people dirtside out in the rim depending on them. Rohbur represented safety, but, more than that, he represented prosperity.

//Cannon control, alter firing vectors to 270.45 negative. Repeat, firing vectors to 270.45 negative.//

Through the intercom chatter, that message alone cut through Vyn's thoughts like a knife. 270 degrees relative meant port-side, 45 degrees negative meant slightly below the cruiser. That grid belonged to the Cumulus that the Second Mate was captaining. Why was Rohbur firing on his own ship? Vyn sensed opportunity, as sure to him as if it had a neon exit sign hovering over it.

Vyn whipped his hand down to his heavy maser pistol - in a single smooth motion he sighted the pistol, dialed it to a lighter setting, and squeezed the trigger. The actinic blue bolt pulsed out and hit the gamorrean in the hand, who squealed like it had been set on fire. Dropping Vyn's heel, it hopped away from Vyn, cradling the injured limb against its chest as it glared at him angrily.

Vyn wasted no time flipping onto his own feet, leveling his pistol at the alien as he did so. "Your choice porky - run back to the Captain, or die here. But we both know who the better fighter is. I wasn't First Mate for nothing." The gamorrean squealed in response, beelining back the way they came, and Vyn wasted no time putting a pair of stun rings into the creature. "Good choice - and they say gamorreans are stupid."

Walking over to a nearby wall display, Vyn tapped through the menus to bring up their current position and vectors. There was the Mon Cal cruiser, there was the Cumulus, and there was something...else. The Mon Cala was trying to fire at something on the other side of the Cumulus, the Cumulus continually trying to maneuver out of the way. The Cumulus itself was firing at something. Several somethings, actually. "No..." Vyn tapped through to sensors, pulling up IFF pings. "No, no, no! Bugger it all!" Single starfighters of unique design? Impressive flying capabilities? Mowing down their forces four and five to one?

It was Jedi. It had to be.

Who else would be stupidly suicidal enough to go into a fight with a cruiser nearby in just a starfighter? And for every Jedi that was visible, that meant there was another hidden somewhere, rallying reinforcements, waiting to strike some critical system. It was just how they operated. Vyn spun on his heel, taking off at a dead run. He couldn't save them all, but maybe he could save some of the ones who thought like him. Maybe, at minimum, he could convince the Cumulus to turn its guns on the Mon Cala. "I'll have your head for this, Rohbur!"

Mykel Dawson / Braze / Aether of the Iron Order / Casaana

 

[Casaana]

Jadefire

Casaana was on board with Dagger-1's plan, preferring not to kill when avoidable herself. The Jadefire was aft of the Corsair when the Padawan felt a killing intent from behind, and she toggled the Jadefire's thrust reverser before laser fire could light up her rear shields. The clamshell of the reverser dropped, redirecting the interceptor's thrust to full-reverse in an instant, throwing Casaana against the webbing of her crash harness in spite of her tuned inertial dampner and leaving the pirate snub frantically banking away as it passed her suddenly reversing fighter. Swinging the beam cannon around, she dispatched the pirate with a shot of ion energy before working the yoke and throttle to flip her little ship around on its new vector back towards the pirate corvette.

Lining up on the Cumulus' engines as it came about to bring its own flanking guns to bear on her, she let loose with her wing-tip blaster cannons and ion beam as it came off its cooldown. An explosion backlit the curved warship as the Mon-Cal cruiser hit it with an errant shot, it's maneuvering not enough as its ally tried to shoot past it at the agile fighters. The shields of the Cumulus flashed and dropped, letting Casaana's blaster cannons rip into one of its engine banks. Pulling out of the attack, she strafed a line of the heavy beam cannon's ion energy across the bubble enclosed turrets of the corvette's gunwales, hoping that the pirate gunners had a way to retract them manually, and that she hadn't just condemned seven beings to asphyxiation in their transparent coffins.

Circling for distance, trusting Dagger-1 and the new arrivals to keep the few remaining pirate snubs off her back, Casaana toggled on the Jadefire's single missile launcher and launched an ion pulse warhead at the stricken ship. She envisioned the ion warhead sailing through one of the open hatches the belly turrets were extended out of and detonating its disabling pulse in the Corsair's belly where it had no defense. If it did, she didn't see, pulling away to avoid more fire from the cruiser, hoping her jamming held and kept its targeting inaccurate along with the range as the blue light of the missile's detonation filled the rearview mirror.

Aether of the Iron Order Braze Mykel Dawson Vyn Ryder Saram Kote​

 

[Aether of the Iron Order]

AX-01 Vanguard Mark I
Jedi Securitron Model Parts
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber x 6 | Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator | War Maul

TAGS: Casaana Saram Kote Vyn Ryder Mykel Dawson

A bright blast that splashed over the Jadefire flared to life like blue lightning on Aether's threat display, a sharp spike cutting through the hum of his cockpit. He tagged the offending snub with a hard lock, its icon turning in to a pulsing red diamond, and rolled Phantomray through Casaana's engine wash, skimming the ragged trail of ionized vapor as he cut across the pirate's firing line at a shallow angle.

The bandit never saw the interceptor sliding in from its high quarter, a dark shape gliding along the Mon Cal cruiser's glow. Aether feathered the yoke, lining up the shot until the pirate's silhouette sat perfectly framed in his sights, then squeezed the trigger once.

Twin lances of ion fire tore forward, as pale blue spears stitched across the fighter's nose. Shields flared, shattered, and the shots bit into the hull, crawling in jagged arcs over the cockpit and power spine. The snub's cannons guttered and died, as its engines began stuttering to black as the craft rolled helplessly away, tumbling end over end in the cold light of the nebula.

"Bandit off your six is neutralized. Continue your run, Padawan," he said over the comm, voice calm and clipped, already flicking his sensors to the next cluster of hostile pips.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

By now, more reinforcements had arrived and were now covering Padawan Casaana as she prosecuted their new plan to cripple the smaller corvette. They appeared quite capable themselves so he felt comfortable shifting his focus toward picking off the other flights of snubs still harassing the Rassa in the midst of its desperate duel with the larger Mon Cala cruiser.

"Welcome to the party!" He called to the newcomers. "Dagger to Jade, shifting to direct interdiction for the Rassa. Gunships from my flotilla have just crossed into local sector bounds and will be with us shortly."

Long contrails of plasma exhaust spewed from Amphrite's primary engines as he accelerated toward the Rassa and her harassers.

"Hecate, how are we doing with that decryption?"

[It's...done! ┗(｀O´)┛I'm now in their networks making a mess.]

// Telemetry tap established.
// Piggybacking on their rangerfinder refresh loops.
// Injecting GHOST.PULSE packet.

While the enemy pilots could still see the Rassa directly outside their viewports, his AI was putting their instruments on the fritz, removing the aide of computer guidance for targeting as false signals were injected into their telemetry. It was still more than possible to aim manually, but that was a difficult prospect during high speed interstellar combat, with a Jedi starfighter now directly hammering them with ion torpedoes no less.

[We now have contact with the Rassa!]

"Good, inform them that they can now focus all their firepower on the enemy cruiser. We currently have the attack craft subdued."

Momentum was building for the Jedi with the addition of reinforcements, snubs being whittled down and enemy capital ships hammered. Soon they may be able to put a bow on this fight and call it a day over drinks.

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Tags: Casaana Aether of the Iron Order Braze Vyn Ryder​

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Casaana | Vyn Ryder | Mykel Dawson

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (1 active and deployed, 1 stored)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (3 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

"Alright Captain Night-stalker what's the play?"

Saram pondered on just that question. She was no naval tactician, that was her ori'vod, but boarding operations, now that was something she could do in her sleep. Getting there, however, was not her forte. Figuring the best way to ruin the crew's day once she was aboard, now that she could do half asleep with a hand tied behind her back. She thought hard on the matter till her eyes fell on an all familiar display. The Mud Duck had the company's CL-02 countermeasure launchers! That meant she probably had countermeasure gas rockets loaded, provided that the system's loadout hadn't been altered. A quick glance at the display confirmed this. She'd seen Rav do this on some of their approaches when the enemy had stealth detection equipment, there was no reason this shouldn't work for them.

"We blind them with nagnol gas countermeasure rockets," she said, gesturing at the Mon Calamari make vessel on the ship's display. "Sadly, the Mud Duck doesn't have any boarding craft, so we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way, or at least I think it's the old fashioned way." Her recollection of oral history of the Mandalorian clans was spotty at times, and that history was spottier still. "That is, the Mud Duck, gets close and we leap out the airlock onto our target vessel like shabuire without a care in the galaxy. You've got atmo-sealed kit, right?" She glanced at Braze, both to ascertain whether that was the case as well as to gauge his response to what was quite frankly, a dini'la plan. Sometimes though, dini'la worked.

 

[Braze]

Tags: Saram Kote Casaana Vyn Ryder Mykel Dawson ​

"I can pop into my armor in a minute and be set to jet," Braze chirped. "Speaking of... you know anyone who makes jetpacks?" He asked, already imagining how useful one would be, or even a rig with a repulsor lift like Jacen had, which he quietly envied.

He hopped out of the cockpit and into the weapons cache, where he pulled on his armor and snagged a tool belt lined with several fun throwable devices. He was fairly quick at strapping into his armor and helmet, since he usually already had his shin guards, gauntlets, and belt in place.

 

[Casaana]

Jadefire

The guns of the Corsair fell silent, and Casaana breathed a sigh of relief as she arced away. The threatening corvette had been more fragile than it'd looked, and the concentrated ion attacks she'd been unleashing had finally disabled it while her rescuers finally cleared out the last of the snub fighters. She was grateful for that too, all three of the Jedi pilots had been using ion weaponry to finish them off, and there'd hopefully be few casualties from the dog fight.

Reinforcements were coming in now, and Casaana slid the Jadefire in behind Braze's Mud Duck, using it to take a quick breather on the approach to the Mon-Cala cruiser. Checking the comm, she pulled her friend's ship into the network with Aether and Dagger-1. "Glad you could make it, Azure Phoenix. I was worried I'd have to tell you about all the fun back on Naboo." While she was chatting, she checked over the interceptor's systems, even extending her awareness out into the ship's frame. The spritely interceptor wasn't doing too bad for its first real combat since its rebuild, a few of the atmospheric controls were a bit singed, and some paneling along the wing would need replacing, but her systems were sound.

Reaching to an auxiliary control, Casaana keyed the adaptive paint over to pure black, with her jamming going and Hecate's own efforts to mess with the cruiser's targeting, she was feeling confidant she could get in close. "Okay, I'm heading in, that passenger liner can't take any more of this. My sensors are showing its shields are down and there's smoke coming from its engines. They'd probably be boarded by now if we weren't here." It'd stopped firing its few meager turbo lasers moments ago, either unable to continue fighting, or in admission of being outmatched and surrendering. Which was probably the smarter choice considering the large number of passengers they were likely carrying.

Rolling past Braze's freighter, she hit the sublight afterburner to push her interceptor up past extreme speeds to close the distance before the hindered gunners aboard the pirate cruiser could realize her intent. Hitting another switch, the Jadefire's own shields dissipated as they were replaced with a growing distortion field. "If they're using typical Mon-Calamari shielding, it'd take us ages to batter through. So I'm going to try and get under it." With the cruiser growing large in her view, Casaana hit the thrust reverser again, wiggling through a few last evasive maneuvers as her ship went from full forward thrust to redirecting it back in an instant, slowing her frenetic pace as, with a lurching shutter, she passed through the cruiser's shields.

Resetting her flight systems, Casaana opened up with her Ion beam as she skimmed the surface of the cruiser, raking the blue-white energy across the surface and guns of the pirate ship. She also let her shields begin recharging again, though at this range she was probably too close for much to have a hope of hitting her. "I'm going to work my way back to the engines, hopefully knock them and all the ship’s power out before entering through the hanger."

Aether of the Iron Order Braze Mykel Dawson Vyn Ryder Saram Kote​

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Braze | Casaana | Vyn Ryder | Mykel Dawson

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

• 
  
  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-P-class Brilliant Plasma Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Baradium Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Agol'ja'had'-R Medical Implant System
  • 'Ori'aal'briik' Nervous System Enhancer
  • 'Nejah Oya'karur' Full-spectrum Immunity Booster
  • 'Agol'gam' Muscle and Bone Enhancement
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (1 active and deployed, 1 stored)
  • 'Haa'yam'ika' Deployable Sensor Beacon (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SR Guided SLAP Magazine (3 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1 loaded)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-SAMR Guided APFSDS Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (2)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (2)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (1)

"I can pop into my armor in a minute and be set to jet," Braze chirped. "Speaking of... you know anyone who makes jetpacks?"

Saram was speechless for a moment as she considered Braze's words. "Do I know-" she stammered out before she stopped herself. "A few, you can try them out and decide which one you like." She had a spare, but it was back on the gunship she'd more than temporarily borrowed. She was really going to have to buy a ship if she was going to keep this up. A quick sideways glance told her that Braze had finished kitting up. Without asking him first, though it was his ship, she led the way to the nearest air lock and stopped.

"Gidget knows what he's supposed to do, right?" she asked Braze as she ran the plan over in her head. "My dini'l- crazy plan does require a pilot that isn't one of us." She waited for Braze's response before she added, "My armor's field disruptor should get us through their deflector just fine, It'll be a small opening, stay close, or just hold on. Whichever works." It was supposed to work in a case like this, but truth be told she had never tried it, and she was a little nervous.

"You ready?" she asked as she went through the routine of a final systems check. Her shields went offline as her field disruptor readied itself. Her rifle was a little awkward on her back in the tight corridors of the ship, but she needed her hands free when they got through the shields. As one of the final steps of preparation, she switched her armor's air feed to the self contained supply. She didn't need to do so manually, but the routine always helped ease her mind.