Public Piracy Operations: Nivek Sector

[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

The scanner lit up. Captain Marrick looked from his spot on the bridge, standing over the tactical table of the modified Raider Corvette. they'd gone a long way up the Corellian Run, sinking a plundering any smaller prey they came across. This was the first time Captain Marrick had dared venture too close to Galactic Alliance space. But the prizes here were flush with food, tech and more importantly credits. Every score of creds was flipped to platinum and added to the war chest.

"First Mate, bring up scanners. Gunnery prepare Ion fire."

His First Mate, another former Imperial Stormtrooper Officer nodded. With a quick radio call, Pirates beagn to load into small boarding pods, clad in matching black plated suits. The suits were scavenged Imperial Darktrooper and Stormcommando pieces. Each man built his own powered skeleton, giving them advance speed and ability to close with the enemy quicker than normal. Marrick required his crew be specially trained by the Master at Arms, drilled in Imperial tactics, and recruited for their ruthlessness. A few Mandalorians had also found their way into the mix, and they were placed as advanced warparty.

Outside flashes of white ion ripped into the boxy, S.S. Atlantis, showering her sides and stern with blue pulses. As her shields fell another salvo was fired, tearing deeper into her wiring. She went dark, yellow lights extinguishing like candle blown out in the darkest of night.

"Tally. She's limping Sir. Permission to board?"

"Fire all tubes, lets strip her and be gone before the Alliance catches wind...."

Dark blobs detached from their black and green hull, corkscrewing down towards the disabled vessel.

"Capture what crew surrender. We could use a few more skilled hands. Kill the Captain. We don't need ships officers either...."

There was silence and then a comm blurp from the nearby pods.

<Aye Sir. Hard Copy>​

 

[Tragic Writer]

A distressing signal was sent from a ship in trouble not a few lightyears away. The Captain of a arquitens was meeting up with two Patrol Corvettes for help aiding a nearby asteroid mining station that has had trouble with pirates in the past. Dorian was there to speak with the head captain of the station. However a distressing signal would temporally stop this goal.

"Pi-----attackin--------3----sector----ne-d help----Pir----boarding"

While not alot of info was gathered from the message, it was clear that help was needed. Dorian's Droid who was onboard of the arquitens would the quickly Communicate with dorian

"Master, I think we got another one of these pirate raids, you should hurry back to the ship"

"No C.O.L.E I think It would be best if you stay behind, Keep my ship out of this send in the two corvette, I'll be in my fighter"

"Yes sir right away sir"

As Dorian made his way to his fighter, the two corvettes would jump into hyperspace. Dorian Having the faster Fighter would get there first.

Jumping out if hyperspace Dorian would Immediately hail the command center of the Pirates ship Waiting for their Response, as the two corvettes came right in behind, waiting for the orders. Dorin would give them only a minute to respond

 

[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

As Damion's forces arrived he was viewing a live feed from inside the vessel. The boarding vessels made solid contact with the hull of the Atlantis, sealing down with magnetic force. The crew of the Atlantis would feel a thud through the bulkheads, like a drum beating beneath their feet.

Explosive charges caved the bulkheads, allowing the lead pirates through into the hallway. Before them they launched shiny silver cylinders that smoked up the halls in noxious pumpkin orange haze. It was a special tear gas they used, laced with the hottest peppers this galaxy had to offer.

As the crew clutched and clawed at their eyes, dark clad troopers in full mask and helm made their way, either detaining of executing as resistance demanded. They were only in the halls, but quickly pushing for the lifts....

Meanwhile on the helm of S.S. Shadow Serpent the first mate glanced up.

"We have company."

No sooner had the enemy corvettes arrived then their scanner clocked their design.

"Those are some heavy armaments. Think we can pick one off?"

His First Mate, code name "Valkyrie" nodded,

"Maybe, at least cripple them to escape. Two v.s. One were toast. We can scuttle the Atlantis and use her for cover as we jump away. Just have to exchange some broadsides first."

"A fairly accurate assessment. Open a channel."

When they had established comms between the helm, he nodded towards the screen.

"I'm afraid you are outside of your jurisdiction Galactic Alliance. This is a trade dispute in neutral space. Turn around and go home. This is your one shot. The Atlantis is lost. It's ours now."

 

[Tragic Writer]

He responded to these words

"My name is Damion Dorian Tarkin, Heir to the Throne of Zakuul. You have consistently Attacked many trade allies, and planet territory in the sector, And I shall give you this one chance to call your immediate surrender into Custody, you have one minute to make your choice"

Dorian Spoke calmly, yet commanding to the raiders. He knew that the two ships behind him could take on even a modified Raider class corvette, and he himself could be dispatched into the ship's main docking tube and deal with the raiders already inside.

MEANWHILE...

The two patrols would start to move in the open space. One of the two ships that went by the Downed ships to protect it from anymore of the invaders's drop pods, with order to fire on any that even dared to make there way to the ship or back. The other simply moved closer and closer to the raider's ship, lining up a broadside.

Both sides were reading "weapons red" and each side waited. Dorian was already making his way to the docking tube of the downed ship, and have ordered the caption of each vessel to make appropriate responses to each maneuver and action the raider made

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[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

"Stall." Valkyries voice said from inside his helmet.

One free minute was on free minute. He regretted the loss of the boarding pods. His troops were already aboard, if they could restart the damaged ships reactor he could most likely jump both out. Failing that they'd recall their people and bug out.

"I'll have to confer with my advisors."

He closed the link and nodded to the helmsman. The crew exchanged terse, excited looks. their lips were pressed thin. It wasn't the first time they'd taken a beating, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Gunnery stand bye."

All solutions were locked. Now it was a just a short wait.

Meanwhile within the Atlantis the armored Pirates poured into the lift. They blasted, they slashed and put down crewmen like mad dogs. Despite their swiftness, they kept perfect formations, covering every inch of the halls with interlocking sectors of fire. When they got the order to restart the reactors a squad and half were split off towards engineering.

The Alliance would soon be out of time to save the Atlantis....

 

[Tragic Writer]

The Minute Had quickly passed. Dorian had only just made his way on the ship as it did.

The Patrol ship immediately upon receiving nothing from the raider's had open fire will all of its weapons that were able to hit the target, keeping it's engines on so that the patrol Corvette was always moving in a circle formation around it's target

The second patrol corvette did not open fire of the raider's ship, but would instead fire light barrage's at the already downed ship's engines preventing a quick hyperdrive out to escape. This was draconian Standard procedure. Do destroy the means of escape for those that wanted to get away with most of their prize. While it was possible that the light barrages would kill crew members, seeing that the raiders had boarded the ship, and were likely still sent on their task while the minute lasted, the fleet made the choice to keep their "Prize" in open space

MEANWHILE...
Dorian felt the destruction of the engines, bracing himself on the wall, or anything he could grab to prevent himself from falling to the ground. He held his lightsaber in hand as he recovered and continued to make his way to the bridge, knowing he would meet with resistance on the way.

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[Plikh'ala'niu (Khalani)]

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It was rather unfortunate that the Fortitude had been far away from the distress call, but Captain Fostu was about to exit hyperspace in a minute. All the status displays showed green, and the crew was combat ready. His patrols of the Corellian Run had been full of adventure and combat, and this call was not an exception.

Kailani fully intended to destroy the pirates. And to test the capabilities of his relatively new ship, showing High Command that he deserved this post, and maybe another promotion...

Finally, the cloud of hyperspace stretched out into lines, then individual stars as the Fortitude exited into realspace. A battle was raging a kilometer or so off the bow of the Star Defender. "Helm, bring us in. Comms, open a channel to all parties."

"Channel open, sir."

Kailani cleared his throat, then said, "This is Captain Fostu of the Galactic Alliance. To all parties involved, please stand down, and we can talk about this like civilized people."

Not that he believed they would actually talk, of course. He just wanted to possibly identify friend from foe.

Tragic Writer Vex Marrick

 

[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

Another contact appeared on the scene. Passive sensor pinged the IFF tag, and reported a red blip before his eyes on the tacmap. Valkyrie glanced down, reading the sensor sweep herself and then grimaced. Vex ignored the incoming call, expecting them to join the fray and open fire at any second. This changed the calculus of his game....

"Games up Cap'n. Three against one is suicide."

"Agreed, though we don't need to win, we just need to last long enough to strip the vessel. Order all crews to begin Delta 9 battle drill. Helm bring us in for the pass. Systems, reroute weapon power and aux full shields. Do not engage."

The ship whirred, lights flickering as her shields powered up to maximum, taking the slew of bolts and projectiles, converting them to blue starbursts. Their shields were falling fast, but she had a few more tricks up her sleeve.

"Shields at seventy."

"Hold course. Helm, hurry up with the close pass. Do it now."

"Aye Sir."



On board the Atlantis the push had slowed. The Pirates had felt the thud of the engines going dark. They knew it was only a matter of time before the call came. And when the call did come, they sprang into action. Battle drill Delta 9 meant they were to strip and scuttle the ship. The masses of armored bodies began to fall back in a cool methodical fashion. Each team covering the other as they bounded for the hangars.

Inside the hangar quartermaster crews were hitching cargo to the two TIE Fighters they had scrambled, using tow hooks and steel line. The work was quick, as the hangar was right next store to the storage. They had a quota of boxes and time limit.

"Ten minutes, get ready for a close pass hop!"

A crew mate pulled a laser etcher, leaving the Red Skull on the bulkhead. It was the crews own ritual they had cooked up, a calling card meant to strike fear into the heart of all whom came after. They were to know, these here were killed by Pirates, Reavers, Red Skulls from the S.S. Shadow Serpent. Psychological warfare was a cornerstone of their myths and their legend.

Suddenly a lightsaber ignited down a further hall, casting its garish glow upon the walls. The fire teams fell in behind cover, black plate sliding as servos on their power-armor whined.

"Seal the hangar, fall back!"

They stepped back from the breach, as their comrades filtered in, then the blast door slid closed...

 

[Tragic Writer]

Dorian's Purple Blade was ignited, the lights were failing so there was little more they could see in the failing ship. A few blaster bolts were fired from the hanger down the hall Most of which were dodged, the few that his the blade would come flying back to their shooters with expert precision.

The blast doors were closed and shot from the other side so he would need to use his lightsaber to open it, which would take some time...Unless.

For a moment Dorian would think, looking at the panel that was likely damaged from the other side. He would use force lightning to shock the electrical panel Which would take a moment to open 1 of the 4 doors with a loud SLAM Nothing could hold him back forever.

MEANWHILE...

The two patrol Corvettes would receive the message from the 'Fortitude' and would reply back in kind, not stopping their barrages. The patrol that had just now stopped firing at the disabled ship, and intended to get in the way or the raiders had the Con.

"This is Captian Dormot, Of the Stargazer, We come as patrol craft from Draconian space, after raiders had attacked and raided many of our smaller installations, Our investigations have led us here, and we are responding in kind to the distress signal from the 'S.S Alantis'"

The captain (Random NPC) Replied to the larger vessel, while turning their guns to fire upon the raiders to try and drop the shields faster.

The second Patrol craft had gotten within view of the raiders engines and would focus fire them to attempt to prevent the raiders from getting away

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[Plikh'ala'niu (Khalani)]

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Kailani nodded after receiving the Draconians' message. He made the decision. "All batteries, open fire on the pirate corvette. Mark the Draconians as friendlies on the IFF. Also, launch a boarding party to enter the disabled trade frigate through its main hangar. Send a dozen men."

Immediately, space lit up with the blasts from the Fortitude's main cannons. The pirates would fall...with time. But time was very short.

Tragic Writer Vex Marrick

 

[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

"Shields falling to fifty percent. They're going for the drive cores."

There was no panic in the voice that made the statement. It was a matter of fact to the Pirates, who's blood ran cold with the ice of the stars. They feared death nor pain. They were perfectly drilled and trained for these type of situations. All fears and anxieties were shoved into a box that was pushed deep down. Their razor sharp instincts guided their hands, making them a lethal and terrible foe.

"Keep with our maneuver Helm."

"Aye Sir, no doubts from helm."

Valkyries voice cut the chatter, stern and strong.

"Keep your pants up Helm. Coming in close, line us up."

"Aye, aye."

The Raider Corvette surged ahead, coming in full speed to line up their hangars with the Atlantis' own. Under the hands of his superb helmsman they drifted close, cutting speed and reversing. One could reach out and touch the bulkheads from the other ship if they wanted to.

"Now lets see if they fire on innocent civilians that are left, with the aim of "justice.""

The crew laughed, a short but terse wave of humor cutting the tension.

"Execute Delta 9 on my mark..."


Meanwhile, aboard the Atlantis crew that still alive fled for any hiding spot they could find. Bodies and shattered crates were strewn about the deck. The last of the cargo for their quota was loaded. Tavor, their Mandalorian raid leader, glanced up just in time to see the sleek black hull of the Shadow Serpent match their own.

"Dustoff boys," he remarked, voice like gravel and stone.

"All up! Up! UP!."

It was a maneuver they'd practiced thousands of times. They began to disengage mag boots. The blast doors slid open with a WHUMPH, just as the first pirates left the deck, rocketing through the sliver of space between the two hangars and re engaging mag boots on the other side. Two fire teams lowered their weapons. One let the lightsaber wielding maniac have twin forty millimeter gas grenades. The rest switched to stun, so as to not have their blaster fire deflected and began to blast his area with teal energy rings.

"You want a piece of me boy!" Came a shout through the din....

 

[Plikh'ala'niu (Khalani)]

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Kailani sighed as he watched the pirate ship dock with the raided vessel. "Belay the order for boarding shuttles; instead, have them on standby. The pirates have already grabbed their prey. Do your best to hit their engines so they can't escape. Launch all fighters and have them target the pirates' drives."

Seconds later, 8 squadrons of starfighters appeared around the bow of the ship, streaking across space towards the slowly passing enemy corvette. Slowly passing... Somehow, that thought turned into another thought, this one about using the Star Defender's tractor beams. "Weapons, aim all available tractor beams on the corvette, and pull it inwards so our ventral gunners can have some fun," Kailani ordered.

Tragic Writer Vex Marrick

 

[Tragic Writer]

Dorian from inside the Ship started to make his slow retreat calling oin the coms to the captians on his partrol corvettes

"Switch the Ventral guns to low ordnance, and open fire of selected targets inside the main hanger, aim for the fighters and any other transports in the area"

 

[Vex Marrick]

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NEAR NIVEK
S.S. SHADOW SERPENT
RAIDING CARGO FRIGATE: S.S. ATLANTIS

Fire rained down on the corvette. The ventral guns of the two Draconian corvette managed to score a few solid hits. A TIE fighter screamed as it careened away from the battle, panels severed clean from a heavy blaster round. Smoke and the screams of the pilot punctuated the cool stillness of space.

"We are under fire on hangar deck one."

"Recall the fighters and seal it."

"Enemy fighters scrambling, looks like they really want our engines out. Shields twenty five."

This was turning into a sticky situation. Not often was the Captain of the Serpent brought to a pause, but this was one such time. He had two trains of thought, escape or some kind of alliance. Either way they were running out of time themselves.

"Helm shift us, down under the Atlantis. Nav begin hypserspace calc. Jettison trash."

"Aye, Aye."

Streams of junk, parts and bales of half eaten food ejected from her sides with a violent lurch. The fighters and the tractor beam would have to contend with extra objects in their path, making their targeting a little more difficult. Luckily the tractor beam was grabbing the smaller masses objects, which helped him weaken its grasp on the serpent.

His helmsman fired the engines and attitude thrusters, dropping below the Atlantis in a swift maneuver, touching their ventral to its dorsal area. From this angle they were more vulnerable to the Draconian corvettes than the Alliance Stardefenders dorsal fire. They needed a few more seconds on the clock. The cover of the large S.S. Atlantis he hoped would buy him that time.

"Comms open up a channel. Let's parley with these fools."

 

[Plikh'ala'niu (Khalani)]

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Kailani grimaced as he watched the corvette shift its position so it was covered by the freighter. And then it released its trash. "Sir, we've lost our locks on the corvette!" yelled a junior officer.

Unfortunate. But not too unfortunate. The enemy could hide, but they couldn't run. "Have our tractor beams focus on moving the freighter out of the way. Preferably down, towards our bow, but anywhere will do. Meanwhile, have our fighters shift their attacks from port and starboard, to the corvette's bow. If there is junk floating in their path, they will only patrol around enemy, taking shots where they can. If there is no trash, they have an open line of attack."

Kailani could tell his first officer didn't understand his meaning, but she would understand in time. The junk was just as hindering to the pirates as it was to the Star Defender. If some trash did float in front of the enemy vessel, it wouldn't be the safest thing to go to hyperspace. However, if the garbage stayed by its sides, then the GA starfighters would still have a window of attack, and their concentrated firepower on the bow should be enough to cripple the vessel and revoke its spaceworthiness.

All the while, the tractor beams were making quick work of the corvette's temporary cover, and soon, they would be in the open. If they decided to stay under the moving freighter, Kailani would try his best to move it in between the Draconian vessels and the Star Defender, to limit the corvette's escape routes. Unless they were suicidal.

He would see in time.

And then he realized he was being hailed. "Put them through," Kailani ordered. They probably were going to boast about something, but it might be surrender. A slim chance, but a chance indeed.

Tragic Writer Vex Marrick

 

[Tragic Writer]

Both Dorian and his two captains would receive attempts for comms to be opened and a parlay enforced, However Dorian as well as his two captain denied all offers. They had made a fair but firm chance to surrender at the start, and they meant it when they stated it would be their one chance to do so.

Each Patrol Corvette would now once again lay full focus on the raiders vessel, trying to knock down the shields and engines so that the overwhelming fire would tear the ship apart

Meanwhile Dorian was back at it with his assault on the Hanger bay. The low ordinance fire into the Hangers surely would have done some damage, or at least disorganize the raiders inside, and stun them long enough so they they could not get away, if that was even an option now.

Dorians Purple blade would once again ignite as he deflected bolt after bolt, with perfect technique. His body flowed like water, and wind as he stepped forward, cutting down the raiders would would get close to him, slowly making his way to the center