Mission Prisoner Retrieval [TIC]

[Marlon Sularen]

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P R I S O N E R_R E T R I V A L
A Week after the events of Prisoners of War

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BAROS, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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A Single Imperial Battlecruiser emerged from hyperspace above the Outer Rim world of Baros, soon followed by a pair of Star Destroyers. Onboard the bridge, Marlon Sularen sat calmly in his command chair, observing the rocky planet below. It was a densely populated world, home to billions of sentients, with rocky terrain and heavy gravity. It held little strategic importance for the Confederation, which already had little intention of staying here for far too long.

Approximately a week ago, the Confederation's Military High Command had received a distress signal coming from the Baros System from an Imperial Stormtrooper who was previously stationed on the portion of the Mon Cala Shipyards that had been stolen by the Wild Space Rebellion during their bold attack on the planet. According to him, they had dumped the entire Imperial staff from the stolen portion of the orbital ring-shaped space station on Baros before heading farther south-west, leaving them stranded on the planet, which was why they had sent the call.

What really caught the Confederation's attention, however, was what followed the Stormtrooper's message. An abrupt interruption from a distorted voice telling Marlon Sularen himself to pick up his men, taunting him with the dilemma of retrieving his men and facing a possible Rebel ambush, or leave them to their fate and remain safe within Imperial borders. Naturally, Sularen chose the former option, unwilling to leave his fellow soldiers behind nor allow a mere Rebel to impose some sort of moral dilemma on him.

However, the collapse of the Imperial Confederation mere days after the signal was sent forced a delay, as Imperial assets were recalled to a collection of designated fortress worlds, while also reducing the number of available assets that could be used to extract the Imperial personnel left stranded on Baros. Nevertheless, despite these complications, the Supreme Commander had arrived at the planet with the long-awaited Imperial task force, ready to extract the Imperials whose rescue was long overdue.

Now all that was left was to actually locate the 34th Stormtrooper Battalion and the other Imperials from Mon Cala, if they were even still on the planet, and then finally get them back to what was left of Imperial space.

Still seated in his command chair, Sularen turned to look at the senior communications officer and gave him a single order. "Send the message out. Let's see who will respond," he stated. The communications officer simply nodded and said the usual "Yes, Sir," then immediately got to work as a single message was transmitted across the system.

"TO SERGEANT COLLINS AND THE REMAINING IMPERIAL PERSONNEL LEFT STRANDED ON BAROS BY THE WILD SPACE REBELLION, THIS IS THE INV SULAREN'S REVENGE, FLAGSHIP OF THE IMPERIAL NAVY. WE HAVE ARRIVED TO BRING YOU BACK TO IMPERIAL SPACE. PLEASE TRANSMIT YOUR COORDINATES."

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Tags | Ronhar Tane | FN-999 (restored) | Jonyna Si | OPEN​

 

[Coltal Renth]

Encrypted burst transmission — origin masked
Cipher Designation: CIPHER-7

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"Supreme Commander Sularen."
The voice that cut across the channel was calm, precise—too controlled to belong to any stranded trooper.
"You are not speaking to Sergeant Collins."
A brief pause.
"You are speaking to the man currently ensuring what remains of the 34th Battalion is still alive."
Static flickered—then stabilized.
"Your transmission has been received across multiple vectors on Baros. If your intent was to locate your personnel…"
A faint shift in tone.
"…you have also successfully alerted every hostile actor within range."
Another pause. Calculated.
"Your soldiers are alive. Reduced. Mobile. And currently operating under conditions that do not favor open extraction."
A data packet transmitted—fragmented coordinates, partial, shifting.
"Do not attempt a direct landing."
The words came sharper now.
"The original distress signal was compromised. The interruption you received was not posturing—it was confirmation of surveillance and interception capability."
A beat.
"You are being watched."
Silence hung for a moment before Cipher-7 continued.
"The Wild Space Rebellion did not abandon your personnel out of convenience. They repositioned them."
A slight distortion—intentional.
"As bait."
Another pause.
"I have been embedded on Baros since prior to your arrival. I have observed three separate reconnaissance sweeps triggered by your fleet emergence. You are already influencing the board."
His voice lowered slightly.
"If you proceed with standard extraction protocol, you will lose ships."
A final packet transmitted—more refined coordinates, this time paired with terrain overlays.
"I will guide you to them."
A beat.
"But you will follow my instructions."
The calm returned. Absolute.
"You will reduce your presence in low orbit. You will cease open-band transmissions. And you will prepare for a controlled ground insertion under my direction."
A final pause.
Because this next part mattered.
"If you want your soldiers back, Supreme Commander…"
"…you will let me run this operation."
Transmission ends.

Marlon Sularen

 

[Amni Kazda]

Current Outfit
Kitty

To say that Amni wasn't pleased with Marlon Sularen leadership would be an understatement. The man was busy driving what's left of the Imperial faction to the ground picking fights he knows he can't win. The botched operation involving a High Republic Senator still left an awful taste in her mouth. All that time wasted and for what? The guy to be released to the Republic? Amni was already sick of Sularen and his incompetent troopers, if she had half the mind, she would decapitate the old bastard right now but there was no one worthy to take the mantle upon his death. So, like any good soldier, Amni held her tongue and followed Sularen. However, that doesn't mean she's not going to kill him. In fact, she is thinking of taking out the rabid bastard when the time was right.

Amni stood at a soldier's attention, feet spread apart and hands clasped behind her. She was on the bridge observing the nearest star system next to Marlon. They were supposed to conduct a rescue mission Imperial POWs being held under those rebel bastards. The Imperials may be fractured but they still hold a tenuous grasp on the Tingel Arm. The rebels at full strength still paled in comparison to the Imperials. Time to put them in their place.

"What are my orders sir?" Amni asked Marlon. "I can rescue those prisoners and take out the rebels faster than anyone on this ship combined. Let me lead the assault."

FN-999 (restored) Ronhar Tane Coltal Renth

 

[The Vulptex]

Tag: Marlon Sularen Amni Kazda Coltal Renth
Names: Lyra, Samantha, Alex, Beatrix​

The last week had been rough for the young man who had been tasked with sitting as part of the crowd.

Eating nothing but old MREs really didn't endear him to the idea of being a stormtrooper, but it was the cover he had taken. A survivor among other survivors. The remains of the 34th didn't exactly have the chance to take a full inspection of every soldier, and plenty of men were just happy to still be alive.

It was sort of telling. Plenty of the troopers believed they would've been killed on sight by the rebels. Plenty of the leadership were sort of surprised when the rebellion just...left them.

The Eagle had slipped in pretty easily as a result. Just another trooper in the bunch. Steal someone's armor, get the info you needed from him, then ditch him in a hole somewhere.

It probably also helped that he had a direct feed with his guy in the chair, feeding him any info he might need.

For now, he looked among the survivors, and couldn't help but pity them. They were running out of good food. If the Empire didn't arrive soon, they'd all starve.

 

[Coltal Renth]

Encrypted burst — narrowband, line-of-sight only
Cipher Designation: CIPHER-7

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"Eagle."
The voice arrived without warning—quiet, precise, already in control of the conversation.
"You're noticing the wrong problem."
A brief pause.
"Food scarcity is not an oversight. It's leverage."
Static flickered for half a second, then cleared.
"They weren't executed because dead men don't move. Starving men do."
Another beat.
"Direction matters."
A faint shift—subtle, analytical.
"Watch where they're being encouraged to go. Not ordered—encouraged. Suggestions. Scouting routes. 'Safer' terrain."
A pause.
"That's your corridor."
The wind bled softly into the transmission.
"You're inside a controlled migration pattern. Someone is shaping the group without revealing themselves."
Another short silence.
"Find the pressure points."
His tone lowered slightly.
"The one who redirects. The one who always 'knows a better way.' The one who never seems as tired as the others."
A data tick pulsed through—brief, encrypted.
"Mark them. Do not approach."
A beat.
"You pity them."
No judgment. Just observation.
"Don't."
The word landed flat.
"They're bait. And right now…"
A faint, almost imperceptible edge.
"…so are you."
Silence stretched.
Then—
"The Empire is closer than they appear. When contact happens, it will be fast and it will be messy."
A pause.
"You will not break cover to assist unless I give the order."
Another.
"If extraction turns into a kill box, you survive first."
The channel dimmed.
"Stay where the current is weakest."
Final beat.
"And when it changes—"
A whisper of certainty.
"—you move before everyone else realizes it has."
Transmission ends.

The Vulptex Amni Kazda Marlon Sularen

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
FORMER IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION TERRITORY
BAROS

Though the entirety of this mission reeked of a trap, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant didn't particularly care at this point.

Their men were being held prisoner by the nefarious Wild Space Rebellion, and given the swift and sudden collapse of the Imperial Confederation, the Imperial Remnant could use all the help they could get going forward. Of course, it wasn't as if the Imperial Remnant was entirely bereft of forces-in fact, it was quite the opposite, with Mahporeem having been declared one of the three fortress worlds that Confederation forces had fled to following the great collapse. Still, there was no telling if those forces would stay in system or on planet in the future, and the Imperial Remnant had dutifully sent their own forces to rescue the surviving prisoners.

Several Von Strauss-class Cargo Ships, escorted by a number of Mon Calamari Destroyers, D-1300 Star Destroyers, Disruptor-class Ion Cannon Carriers, and Nebulon Fire-class Light Carriers, entered the system, intending to land on the planet and escort the prisoners onto their ships. As they entered into orbit above Baros, there was a distinct lack of rebel forces: no defense turrets, no space stations, no fighter screens, absolutely nothing.

In fact, all that was present in the system was the naval ships of former Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen , who, at the moment, was currently holding position. Though the Imperial Remnant would have liked to have begin landing operations as soon as possible, doing so would have been akin to suicide, something that no one on the Imperial side would want. Instead, the task group began to move toward Sularen's fleet, messaging the Supreme Commander for an update on what was goin on at the moment. As Imperial Remnant forces made their way, a small group of Hyper-Jammers began flooding out of the Mon Calamari Destroyers, looking for any signs of rebel activity in the system. For the moment, everything seemed clam, but the Imperial Remnant could easily bring additional forces to their position if they needed, being able to pull them out of hyperspace directly onto their position with their Disruptor-class Ion Cannon Carrier.

Hopefully, though, they wouldn't need to...

TAGS:
Marlon Sularen
Amni Kazda
Coltal Renth
The Vulptex

 

[Vahliri Kresten]

Objective: Medical Stabilization & Recovery Oversight
Location: IM-SLC “MedLander”-01, Baros, Outer Rim
Current Attire: Medic Trooper Armor
Loadout : See bio
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Ronhar Tane | Coltal Renth | Amni Kazda | @the vulotex | OPEN

Baros filled the viewport in muted tones—dust-laden atmosphere, fractured terrain, and the faint scars of conflict etched across its surface. Even from orbit, the signs were unmistakable.

Decay.

Neglect.

Survivable.

Vahliri Kresten stood at the forward console of the IM-SLC MedLander, pale gaze fixed on the planet as telemetry scrolled in clean, ordered lines across her display. Atmospheric composition. Wind shear. Radiation pockets. All catalogued. All reduced to manageable variables.

Behind her, the interior of the vessel remained immaculate—sterile white surfaces, restraint gurneys locked into place, surgical arms folded neatly like dormant limbs awaiting instruction.

A controlled environment. Unlike the one below. “Beginning descent vector,” she stated, more for the record than necessity. The ship responded instantly, angling toward the upper atmosphere as repulsors adjusted for entry.

Her fingers moved across the console, initiating pre-deployment protocols. Med-bays cycling to active readiness. Auto-docs primed. Sedation reserves calibrated. Triage algorithms updated to reflect projected trauma profiles: malnutrition, dehydration, blunt force injury, energy weapon burns, psychological instability.

Former prisoners. And those sent to retrieve them. “Casualty projections: moderate to severe,” she noted aloud. “Survivability rates remain acceptable with timely intervention.”

A soft chime acknowledged her inputs. Vahliri turned slightly, her attention shifting to the central treatment bay. Restraint fields flickered briefly as she tested their integrity. Surgical drones powered on in sequence, their optics glowing faintly in the sterile light. Everything in its proper place. Everything ready to function.

“Priority will be stabilization,” she continued, her tone measured and detached. “Preservation of life takes precedence over interrogation viability. Dead subjects provide limited data.”

The MedLander began to shudder lightly as it kissed the upper layers of Baros’ atmosphere. Outside, faint streaks of heat traced across the viewport. Inside, nothing changed. Stillness.
Control. Purpose. Vahliri returned her gaze forward. “Secondary objective,” she added after a brief pause, “ensure operational continuity of allied forces. Combat effectiveness is directly correlated with survival rates.”

Another adjustment. Another calculation. Below, somewhere within the dust and ruin, were bodies waiting to fail. She would not allow that. “Descent stable,” she concluded, voice calm and unwavering. “Preparing for surface insertion.”

A final glance passed over her instruments before she spoke again, quieter this time—less a report, more a statement of inevitability. “Let us see what remains worth saving.”

 

[FN-999 (restored)]

Tags: Marlon Sularen | Ronhar Tane | Amni Kazda | Coltal Renth

This mission was a trap. The rebels had admitted it themself when they interrupted the transmission.

So what exactly was the Imperial Confederation doing here?

They were simply following the petty whims of Malron Sularen.
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It’s almost over. FN-999 reminded himself. I will return home soon. Never again will I have to pretend to tolerate him.

A few weeks earlier, Lieutenant Colonel Gaulle “Bigfoot” had alerted him to a messenger who sought an audience with the general. The earnestness in which Bigfoot had vouched for the man had intrigued FN-999, so he had agreed to a meeting.

What the red-cloaked man had revealed to the general was life-changing.

The First Order, thought to have been extinct for decades, had risen once more on the new throne world of Zakuul. It was the very same First Order that had raised FN-999 far better than his parents ever had, giving him the strength and skills to survive over five decades of relentless conflict. In that moment, all his worries about the newly collapsed Imperial Confederation and Diarchy had vanished.

At last, FN-999 could return home.

Reinvigorated full of energy to a degree he had not felt in years, it did not take long for the general to convince most of the 7th Army’s top commanders to join him in leaving the decrepit Confederation for a place in the new order. As for the rank and file, FN-999 planned to address them after the mission. Those who sought to join their commanders would join the new order in Zakuul, while those who refused would find a conveniently blank spot in their memory.

FN-999 still felt a tinge of hope and anticipation as he paced the Bellerophon’s hangar, idly noting that the last of the storm commandos were entering the HAATs lined up in neat rows ahead of him. A total of sixteen gunships filled the frigate’s hangar, two of them packed to the brim with Imperial commandos. The other fourteen were almost completely empty, occupied only by their pilots and gunners. Their role would be to pick up and rapidly extract the survivors of the 34th Battalion.

The general entered one of the commando-filled HAATs, its doors swinging closed behind him as he entered. FN-999’s world reduced to the tightly packed interior of the gunship, the glaring white light of its overhead illuminating multiple squads of heavily armed Imperial commandos. The entire HAAT shook as its engines roared to life, the gunship slowly rising before launching forward.

Twenty minutes later, the gunship formation was in Baros’ upper atmosphere.

“Let’s review our briefing one last time.” began FN-999.

“Our mission is to rescue the survivors of the 34th Stormtrooper Battalion and airlift them off Baros. All hostiles are to be engaged, but they are not the primary objective. If some rebels remain alive after the 34th is rescued, they are no longer our problem."

“Now, I want to make it abundantly clear that we are willingly entering a trap.” warned FN-999. “Expect heavy fire upon landing. Casualties are very likely."

“The one piece of good news however is that we have air and naval supremacy. Therefore, our gunships should be able to provide a constant stream of supporting fire. Make the most of it."

Hopefully the grand fleets of Marlon Sularen and the Maphoreem Remnant would be a sufficient distraction.
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[Coltal Renth]

Encrypted channel — handshake accepted
Cipher Designation: CIPHER-7

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"MedLander identified."
The voice slipped into her system without disrupting a single instrument—threaded between signals rather than over them.
"You're early."
A pause, as if recalibrating her data against his own.
"Or… you're the first to arrive correctly."
Below her, the fractured terrain of Baros continued to scroll across her display. But now—faint overlays began to appear. Subtle. Precise. Not part of her original telemetry.
Corridors.
Vectors.
Safe… or safer.
"Your projections are accurate," Cipher-7 continued. "But incomplete."
A beat.
"Malnutrition. Dehydration. Trauma."
Another.
"Add controlled displacement. Psychological conditioning. And selective attrition."
His tone remained clinical—matching hers, but colder.
"They weren't abandoned. They were curated."
A soft data packet slipped into her system—tagged biosigns, flickering and unstable.
"Those are your priority recoveries. Not the loudest. Not the most injured."
A pause.
"The ones still thinking."
The MedLander shuddered slightly as it pushed deeper into atmosphere.
"You will not land at your projected coordinates," he said flatly.
A new vector replaced her descent path—narrower, riskier, but deliberate.
"Your current trajectory intersects with observation lines. You will be seen before you are useful."
Another pause.
"Adjust five degrees starboard. Descend into the canyon shadow."
A faint shift—almost approval.
"Your facility is… efficient. That will matter."
His voice lowered slightly.
"When contact is made, do not attempt full stabilization immediately."
A beat.
"You will be interrupted."
Silence stretched for a moment.
"Treat what keeps them moving. Not what keeps them comfortable."
Another data flicker—movement patterns, erratic but converging.
"Extraction is not the first phase of this operation."
A final pause.
"Survival is."
The signal dimmed, but didn't fully disappear.
Then—
Quieter now.
Measured.
"You preserve life, Doctor."
A fraction of something else beneath the control.
"I decide which lives matter."
Transmission holds… then fades.

Vahliri Kresten

 

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Tag: Marlon Sularen Ronhar Tane​

Active Fleet:

Spoiler

• In Battlefield:
  • The Liberation
    • Starfighters: 10 squadrons
      • x2 Starlion Squadrons
      • x4 LionX Squadrons
      • x2 Thunderstorm Y-wing Squadrons
      • x2 Predator B-wings
    • Stored within the Liberation:
      • x8 Tenacity Class Corvettes
        • "Tommy"
        • "Carter"
        • "TJ"
        • "Jayden"
        • "Nick"
        • "Jason"
        • "Leo"
        • "Cole"
      • x2 Solo Class Frigates Squadrons
        • "Blackbeard"
        • "Whitebeard"
      • x2 Astrocat Class Frigates
        • "Andros"
        • "Amelia"
      • x2 Freewind Class Corvettes
        • "Straw Hat"
        • "Black Leg"
      • The Tenacity

It was a trap. It was always going to be a trap.

But when Ronhar Tane 's hyper jammer's finally retrieved the data from their scans...

They were met with a beast.

The Liberation had been the rebellion's secret weapon for months now. They had kept it back intentionally for the raid, as to not play their hand. It had arrived shortly after the Imperial Fleet, local rebel forces having been tracking the Sularen's Revenge ever since it left port.

And it had been charging it's hyperlaser since before it left hyperspace. As the stealth systems of the ship dropped, it fired it's twin cannons, aimed right at the second of the two Imperial Class SDs of Sularen, aiming to kill it with a blinding beam of light.

And as soon as those went off, the ship came alive. It's hundreds of heavy railguns and mass drivers picked their targets, settling on Ronhar Tane 's Disruptor class, firing enough Shield Leech Rounds to take down several star destroyers.

All the while, a flood of ships poured out of the Liberation. The Rebellion had designed it to act as a one ship fleet, but while that had originally meant keeping to itself, what it ended up meaning was that it was a large enough ship to carry entire attack groups within it's hangers.

And yet, more and more. Frigates, Corvettes, Starfighters, Bombers.

It had all come to spring the trap.

The Empire would die on Baros.

 

[Priesse Namada]

Location: Interplanetary Space - Baros System
Call Sign: Titan Ten
Objective: Escort and protect the Hyper-Jammers.
Tag: Ronhar Tane Marlon Sularen Zoro Igala

With her graduation from the flight academy on Mahporeem, Priesse was no longer a Cadet. Her training deployment with Titan Squadron had been converted into a full-time assignment. She now held serious rank, along with the privileges and responsibilities that came with it. And not to mention, she finally had a pay check. Her very first one.

Unfortunately, with the sudden collapse of the Imperial Confederation’s central authority, there had been no space for celebration or rest. She was back on duty, and now more than ever, the Imperial Confederation needed her. There might have been those who would seek to desert, but Priesse had resolved to stay at her post. The Confederation had been her home since her exile from the Rhak-Skuri Clan of her birth. Perhaps one day she might be allowed to return, but with the presence of the Blackwall and the fact that she had sworn her allegiance to a foreign power, that was a fragile hope.

Blinking away the thoughts of home, Priesse curled her gloved fingers around the control yoke she dropped out of hyperspace, the stars snapping back into sharp points. From there, she angled her TIE towards the rendezvous coordinates burning hard to intercept the flight element of Hyper-Jammers that she had been tasked with escorting. Their powerful sensors and electronic warfare capabilities made them high-value assets, potentially critical to the success of the unfolding rescue operation. It was almost a guarantee that the Imperial fleet would spring traps, for which the Hyper-Jammers could provide crucial early warning that might save hundreds of lives.

And indeed, it did not take long for the first trap to manifest within her precognitive shimmer-sight.

Priesse’s eyes became saucers as a shimmer-vision slammed into her awareness, causing her corona to momentarily throb with the sudden rush of data. The pulsing crimson outline of a massive wedge-shaped battlecruiser reverted from hyperspace within her awareness, before unleashing a veritable swarm of ships from its cavernous hangar bay. It was only seconds later that reality caught up to her premonition, her TIE’s sensors going haywire with contacts as the battlecruiser materialized within realspace, already spilling its payload of ships into the void.

Priesse knew that she could not hide her gift forever. But for now, there was only the coming fight and her mission objective.

Thus, Priesse shoved the throttle forward and snapped her TIE into a climbing turn, ready to meet whatever came next!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE Sprite TN-29-6

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • BG-D 6 “Outlaw”
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • Metallic Slug Magazine (4)
      • Battery

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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P R I S O N E R_R E T R I V A L
A Week after the events of Prisoners of War

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
BAROS, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

Spoiler: Sularen's Fleet

WRAITH SQUADRON ​
Main Fleet : INV Sularen's Revenge [Flagship] INV Imperius INV Vindicator
Starfighter Composition : TIE/SS Supremacies TIE/Stu Stürmers TIE/sb Strike Bombers GAT-50 Imperial Blastboats

As Sularen patiently waited for a reply from the Imperials stranded on the surface, he was soon greeted by a transmission from an unknown individual who did not identify himself in any manner. As the individual spoke, he mentioned that Sularen was being watched and that the Wild Space Rebellion had deliberately dropped the Imperials on Baros to bait him. It was not news to the Supreme Commander, who had already suspected a possible Rebel trap, hence the large military presence. At the very least, the message appeared to confirm the survival of the Imperials the Rebels had left stranded on this world, with the mysterious individual speaking to the Supreme Commander and taking credit for it.

With the message still playing, the individual warned that following standard procedures would result in the loss of ships and that if he wanted his men back alive, it would be in his best interests to follow his direction. Once the transmission ended, the Supreme Commander was left to weigh his options. If the individual was correct, then it would only be a matter of time before the Rebels showed up, and there was no way to be certain that there weren't Rebel assets already on the surface. But given how he carried himself and hadn't even identified himself when speaking to Sularen, there was the chance that this could be another Rebel agent trying to control Sularen's actions here.

With assets already on their way towards the surface and the fleet taking position in orbit, the Rebels already had the perfect moment to spring their trap, but fortunately, there was still a way to address the mysterious individual's statements while ensuring that he remained in control of the operation. "Get me in touch with General FN-999 now," Sularen instructed. Within a moment's notice, an encrypted channel had been opened between the Supreme Commander and the Baron of Borosk. "General. Expect a possible Rebel ambush as soon as you land. I'm placing you in charge of the extraction as I'll most likely have to deal with a Rebel Fleet in short order," he instructed.

"All Imperator Corps and Special Forces assets on the ground are at your disposal for this operation," he added. "Good luck, General, and Long Live the Empire," the Supreme Commander said before terminating the call. "Inform all Imperial assets on the ground that if they require any further instructions, they'll have to go to General FN-999," the Supreme Commander further ordered. "In the meantime, have the fleet turn around immediately. I want us to be facing the nearest hyperspace egress point to face these Rebels once they show themselves," he added.

As the Imperial Fleet began turning around, the sensors of the Sularen's Revenge began to pick up a large signature up ahead before a pair of blinding beams struck one of the Star Destroyers within Sularen's small Squadron, the Vindicator. For a second, Sularen's vision was obstructed by the bright flash of light, but when he came back to his senses he finally spotted the source of the sudden attack: A large Battlecruiser with Frigates, Corvettes, Starfighters and Bombers pouring out of it. Soon, the IFF Transponders identified the ships as belonging to the Wild Space Rebellion, meaning that this was the trap he had been expecting.

"All Ships, hostile fleet detected, establish defensive posture and prepare to engage," the Supreme Commander ordered through an encrypted channel connecting all the warships within the Imperial Fleet. "Deploy all Starfighter Squadrons," he ordered. "I want their small craft and escorts destroyed as soon as possible," he added.

Before long, the Imperial Fleet had completed its repositioning, while large swarms of different TIEs emerged from the hangars of all three ships within his naval squadron.

The Rebels may have thought that today would be the day they would extinguish the Iron Sun in the Outer Rim once and for all, but instead, today would only serve as the first step towards the Confederation's grand revitalization and resurgence.

Tags [Friendlies] | Coltal Renth | Amni Kazda | FN-999 (restored) | Ronhar Tane | Priesse Namada | Vahliri Kresten | OPEN
Tags [Hostiles] | Zoro Igala ​

 

[Amni Kazda]

Current Outfit
Kitty

Amni gave a derisive snort when Marlon Sularen began to issue out orders to everyone but her. At least with Velran, he would acknowledge people if to mock them for not being as “brilliant” as he was. Sully just flat out ignores people who were standing right next to them. “So the field commander on the ground is FN-999 (restored) ?” Amni asked Marlon. “Fine I suppose. Leave the army to the person who can’t use portals.”

She was more annoyed about being ignored if anything. She had no issue being commanded by General FN. With all that said, Amni had a gut feeling that this was going to be a prolonged fight. Even though the firepower discrepancy between the rebels and the Imperial fleet was astronomically high, they shouldn’t risk taking damage when they didn’t need to. Especially when most of their repair stations have been destroyed It was best to bomb the chit out of them, rescue the hostages and then leave.

“Right Admiral,” Amni gave a wave of her hand walking towards the hangar. “Have fun with the rebel fleet in space, I’ll be on the ground.”

This mission better go off without a hitch otherwise Marlon better sleep with one eye open from here on out.

Coltal Renth Ronhar Tane Priesse Namada Vahdagr Rekali

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
FORMER IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION TERRITORY
BAROS

It wasn't going to be a matter of if they were ambushed, it was only going to be a matter of when. And apparently, "when" was really "almost immediately after the Imperial Remnant's fleet entered the system.

It came out of nowhere: an enormous battlecruiser the likes of which the Imperial Remnant had never seen, almost guaranteed to be ex-Galactic Alliance. It opened up on the poor Disruptor-class Ion Cannon Carriers with a barrage of missiles and lasers that would make even the most heavily armed Imperial Fleet blush in embarrassment. The only thing that saved the Mahporeenian Fleet from being entirely destroyed was the distance between them and the enemy, and even then, several of the Disruptors exploded almost instantaneously, the rest of the fleet making a beeline for Marlon Sularen and his forces so that they could hide behind them until reinforcements arrived.

And arrive they would, given enough time. In addition to the MIN Collateral Star, which was being prepped for a hyperspace jump, the Imperial Remnant was gathering additional Mon Calamari Destroyers and SPHA-T Corvettes to engage the rebel fleet with. There was no chance in hell that the Imperial Remnant was going to risk getting up close to the rebel flagship without some serious firepower of their own, and if the rebels wanted to slug it out, than the Imperial Remnant would be more than willing to oblige them.

Assuming, of course, the Mahporeenian ships survived long enough to get into position behind Marlon Sularen , as more and more rebel ships seemed to descend from the bowels of the enemy's battlecarrier. Seriously, what the hell were they doing? They weren't trapped here or anything, and could have just as easily retreated into the darkness of hyperspace the moment that the enemy made contact. Forget about the men trapped on the planet below, the lives of the many Mahporeenians participating in this operation were far more valuable to the Imperial Remnant!

Yet, this was perhaps the chance of a lifetime if properly taking advantage of. Here they were, with a direct line of sight to the rebel command ship, a ship which if destroyed would certainly severely hamper the rebel's ability to conduct operations in former Confederation territory. It was simply too valuable a target to ignore, and even if the Imperial Remnant sustained heavy losses, it would all be worth it if they could destroy the rebels once and for all!

No, they would not run, at least not run away. They would simply relocate behind Sularen, have their vessels jump into the battle on their position, and use superior numbers and strategy to win the day. A foolproof plan, of course!

What could possibly go wrong?

TAGS:
Marlon Sularen
Amni Kazda
Coltal Renth
Priesse Namada
FN-999 (restored)
Vahliri Kresten
Zoro Igala

 

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Tag: Marlon Sularen Ronhar Tane​

Active Fleet:

Spoiler

• In Battlefield:
  • The Liberation
    • Starfighters: 10 squadrons
      • x2 Starlion Squadrons
      • x4 LionX Squadrons
      • x2 Thunderstorm Y-wing Squadrons
      • x2 Predator B-wings
    • Stored within the Liberation:
      • x8 Tenacity Class Corvettes
        • "Tommy"
        • "Carter"
        • "TJ"
        • "Jayden"
        • "Nick"
        • "Jason"
        • "Leo"
        • "Cole"
      • x2 Solo Class Frigates Squadrons
        • "Blackbeard"
        • "Whitebeard"
      • x2 Astrocat Class Frigates
        • "Andros"
        • "Amelia"
      • x2 Freewind Class Corvettes
        • "Straw Hat"
        • "Black Leg"
      • The Tenacity

The Liberation was only here for one reason.

Sew chaos.

Its Horn laser cannons aimed once more at the Vindicator, forming a continuous composite beam at the Star Destroyer, intent on tearing through what was left of it's shields. All the while, Megamaser cannons opened up on the Imperius, in conjunction with Thunderer Ion Batteries and heavy Turbolasers.

The Liberation was a full navy in and of itself. Activating it's Interdiction Drive, the Imperials couldn't run. This would be a brawl. The railguns once more turned, aiming at the light carriers of the Mahporeen fleet with those same shield buster rounds.

All the while, the rest of the fleet pushed on.

The twin Solo class frigates charged forward, following up the Liberation's shield busters with a volley of turbolasers, hoping to knock the carriers out quick. The two Astrocats did much the same, each singling out one of Sularen's Star Destroyers with their Thunderer Batteries, pushing forward to close the distance.

The Tenacities pushed forward as well, meeting Sularen's wave of Ties with a wall of flak, pushing into the swarm and opening up with AR targeted proximity fuse rounds, intent to knock them out of the sky before the imperials could establish starfighter superiority.

And from the left and right, the rebel starfighter corps came flying out. X-wings, B-wings, Y-wings, and Starlions.

 

[Priesse Namada]

Location: Interplanetary Space - Baros System
Call Sign: Titan Ten
Objective: Escort the Hyper-Jammers.
Tag: Ronhar Tane Marlon Sularen Zoro Igala

Priesse vectored towards a cluster of incoming X-Wing starfighters as the two Hyper-Jammers under her escort engaged defensive maneuvers. She was outnumbered by the enemy craft, but Priesse knew that she needed only to ward them off. A feat which was well within her capabilities.

With a mental command, Priesse activated her TIE’s cloaking device and stealth systems, fully immersing her within the starry fabric of the void. The precognitive shimmers pulsing in her awareness stabilized as she removed the possibility of the enemy perceiving her from the probabilistic equation. As the distance closed, the pulsing wisps of the enemies’ shimmer trajectories coalesced into clear, coherent lines. All the while, Priesse vectored her TIE above their formation, before whipping her craft around in a sharp Eimalgan turn and pulsing the throttle to build back her speed. The g-forces pressed her into the seat, her breath catching under the strain.

From there, she descended on the X-Wings like a diving bird of prey.

Priesse did not bother with a target lock. The Sithspawn's hyperfast reflexes kicked into gear, stalling subjective time within her perception as she lined up her reticule on the upper fuselage of the lead X-Wing. A mental command passed from pilot to machine, and searing bolts of cerulean-hued nonharmonic energy lanced through the void towards the X-Wing.

One moment the starfighter was there. The next, a sphere of shimmering cyan light bloomed out from where its cockpit used to be, before expanding outward in a rippling pulse as the composite hull was turned into glittering dust. What followed was a searing white flash as the craft’s reactor collapsed in on itself, consuming what remained of the structure until only a spherical cloud of grey particulate lingered in its wake.

A heartbeat passed. Two more X-Wings erupted in bursts of cyan light, before being reduced to blooming clouds of shimmering vapor under the surgical hail of punishing nonharmonic fire wrought forth from Priesse’s twin disruptor cannons.

The precognitive shimmer lines that manifested in her awareness broke into chaotic wisps as the remaining X-Wings scattered into panicked defensive maneuvers, seeking to protect themselves from an unseen assailant!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE Sprite TN-29-6

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • BG-D 6 “Outlaw”
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • Metallic Slug Magazine (4)
      • Battery