Faction Raid on Hosnian Prime [A Gammorean Freebootaz Tale.]

[Saga of Valour]

Fringes of the Core Worlds Region // Hosnian System // Hosnian Prime.
Gammorean Freebootaz.
Gamorrean Space Rocks x3.
Gammorean Ugly Squadrons x18.​

Once destroyed by the foul machinations of the ancient First Order, Hosnian Prime found itself reborn through the benevolent graces of the Yuuzhan Vong - who sought to rebuild the Galaxy after their defeat at the hands of the Galactic Alliance. The Planet and its surrounding moon’s restoration was a marvel that left the Galaxy of that era astounded. Who would’ve thought that these extra-galactic invaders would’ve been capable of rebuilding planets? What a time that must’ve been, to see entire Solar Systems given new life and to have been crafted by mortal hands. Despite History’s perchance to repeat itself, the Hosnian System thankfully remained unmolested for years - until the Plague threatened to snuff out the light of civilization across the stars themselves.

And so, as the banners that claimed the Hosnian System changed from one government to the next, the Planet and it’s many moons relished an uncanny period of peace - despite the Galaxy tearing itself apart. That peaceful era didn’t change when the Republic returned to the system and began establishing trade with the local populace. However, there is one thing that breeds in the shadows of a peaceful civilization. Complacency. Stagnation. The unwillingness to change or evolve due to the comfortable setting they currently reside in.

It was abhorrent.

Not only to the Sith - who sought to embody the darker side of sapient life but to the Gamorrean peoples as well. They believed that War would be their guiding star - forever driving them towards their pre-ordained purpose amongst the nothingness of the void. But, the Galaxy was cruel to the Gamorrean people. It left them mentally stunted and unable to grasp the stars they so desperately wished to conquer. They became slaves and enforcers for the Hutts, instead, and forced to survive by doing the bidding of the unworthy. No more. They were smart now and were capable of taking to the stars.

There was plenty of junk that littered the stars around their homeworld and plenty of space rocks too. So, it was their genius idea to combine both of them. The waste that littered their homeworld wasn’t good enough to be considered spaceworthy, and living on asteroids was something that the Gamorrean people weren’t used too. Thus, with their newly formed ‘big brains,’ they combined them both to create something worthy of spaceflight. With their creation and subsequent departure from the Gamorr sector, these vessels would be the first time that the native population of that system set out into the stars of their own accord.

And what, pray-tell, would be their first course of action be?

They would reave, and they would raid every Planet and starship that proverbially stood in their path. But, what made things difficult for the Gamorrean Reavers was that their Hyperdrive was made from cobbled together parts and malfunctioned, often. Every time they spooled up and activated their drives - it would throw them into the depths of that alternate dimension and spit them out somewhere else… much farther away than they anticipated. When they last activated their drives - it brought them to the interstellar shores of the Hosnian System. Nearly three massive cruisers, rife with battle-hardened Gamorreans, set sail towards the primary world within the sector with Conquest as their solitary goal.

It was doubtless that the Republic’s early-warning detection grid was alerted to the presence of these ugly warships, but what remained unknown - was the response that’d be rallied to engage this newfound threat.

 

[Spirit of Heroism]

Commodore Alexian Ocanda​

Location: RNS Sapphire, a Correl Class Star Destroyer
Objective: Carry out the orders of High Command

Commodore Alexiam Ocanda grippped her armrest tightly. This was her first time in actual combat, and the simulations had nothing on the real thing. And that was the say something, hell if anything she would prefer to take the Saber again rather than be here. But, it wasn't a choice, it was a duty.

"Launch all fighters. Bring Gravimetric Cannons online. All batteries, prepare to open fire" she stated as calmly as possible, although on the inside she was screaming. Why couldn't have High Command dispatched a more trained commander. Someone who wasn't going to pee their pants at the sight of blood.

"All squadron's, this is Commodore Ocanda. You may attack when ready" she ordered. God help them, for if she made a slight miscalculation, it could mean the death of one of her crew and that was something she could not afford

 

[The Monster]

Theme: The Baptism of Fire Shall Commence

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Sergei sat at the back of the helm while the captain of the vessel was giving the rest of the crew guidance on what the plans were once they came out. They had received word from Republic contacts that trouble was heading for a nearby system, and that while a defense could be mounted it would take time. And unfortunately for the people on site time wasn't something they had plenty of. The captain, one of his newer hirers but a good investment nonetheless, was an expert of both civilian and military experience alike. He'd supposedly lead a long career against pirates and even fought in some larger skirmishes with local governments before Sergei had found him. He'd been ruined because of a gut feeling he'd had that had cost him his position as Commodore in the CIS, as he'd exposed that his particular command chain had corrupt dealings within and outside the CIS. The blow they'd managed to land on his career though forced him into early retirement but now, he found that as his own man, with a ship and other like minded souls, he only answered to one person, and they usually agreed on things. Sergei trusted him to helm the Aegis and give her crew the leadership it needed to become the tool it would be, the symbol it would be. And on their maiden voyage no less. As they exited hyperspace they saw a ship in system already, a Correl class Star Destroyer. The ship automatically registered and logged the vessel as a friendly and started scanning with radar to locate next targets in system. Three ships of unknown but patchwork designs came up on screen. The Gamorrean flotilla of course. The captain of The Aegis quickly set about to adjusting the ship's plan.

"Con I want the ship set to Condition 1, all crew is to report to battle stations. Helm set ship to fast attack, and prep for high G maneuvers. Gunners load Ion rounds and prepare targeting solutions on that flotilla,"

Sergei simply stood at his seat and nodded at the captain.

"Clark, you have it under control?"

"Not my first rodeo Jack,"

"Give em hell, and order all commandos to ready room, I want everyone suited up in 10,"

"Aye,"

Sergei immediately rushed down the hall in a determined quick jog so he could stay out of people's way as they rushed to battle stations. Alarm klaxons began blaring throughout the ship as main lighting turned off and the ship went to combat power. Red lights lit up the hallways and people scrambled to gunnery ports, EW stations, comms stations, and other necessary stations. He knew this would be the ship's first test in battle, and as such it would be key to establish their unit as a premier fighting force. As he went into the armory it was already silently abuzz as men and women went to and from different weapon racks, some putting on armor, and others readying space gear. Sergei went to his locker and immediately started donning his armor and helmet, starting by stripping out of his civilian clothing. He then put on the base layer body glove, moving to the secondary dura mesh jacket and over pants, combat boots, shin/knee guards, chest plate with attached shoulder pauldrons, and finally his vambraces. He checked the seals across all pieces and satisfied he picked up his helmet, and slid it onto place, connecting to the body glove with a click and hiss of all the seals locking in place.

His HUD flashed to life as he saw his current breathing status, air time, weapon system selected flashing none, his suit integrity reading nominal before disappearing. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, still unused to how light his new armor was, flexing in it to test elasticity, and that nothing was pinching across his armor system. Everything checked out. Sergei then reached into his locker and pulled out a pre-filled pack for space combat containing spare air cans, ammo, and grenades. He put the pack on and grabbed a belt with more ammo, grenades and several speed loaders and cartridges for his Big Iron. Clicking it into place, Sergei went to the arms locker and immediately found his weapons. He picked up his Jackal ACR and Big Iron Hand Cannon, looking at his M3 MAAWS and silently telling himself that it wouldn't be needed unless they took it dirtside. Sergei snapped his sling into place for his rifle and attached the second point to the hybrid sling for his Jackal, and slid his Big Iron into his holster. He opened up comms with the helm now that he and the rest of his commandos were nearly ready, the rest performing buddy checks to ensure nothing had been overlooked or forgotten.

"Clark it's Jack, status?"

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The captain had sat comfortably in his chair with practiced poise and a relaxed composition. His crew demanded that he give calm quiet confidence to them, for them to perform at their best. They had performed admirably in the shakedown for the vessel, but this was combat. This was when you learned who would rise above the adversity, and who would succumb. He had high hopes for this crew, but thus far, that's all they were. Hopes. Today he would see them proven. The comms channel from Sergei would open briefly as Clark responded with a firm and confident tone.

"We are at full battle readiness Jack, do I have the helm?"

"You do,"

Clark nodded and then opened a comm channel to the Correl class, using tight beam comms to ensure security.

"Captain of Republic Vessel, my name is Captain Maximilian Clark of The Dire Wolves Mercenary Company. Our ship, The Aegis, stands ready to support combat operations and are prepped for high G maneuvers to intercept and smash the Gamorrean flotilla,"

 

[Ghogan]

Ghogan towered over his brethren of the DeffSunz Klan, he stood at two point two meters and always had to hunch when he walked around the Rokkit. Black and white, smooth, hairless skin Ghogan definitely stuck out like a sore thumb among them too. The Herglic was never told much about where he came from. All he knew was that the Matron of his Klan decided he should live, stories circulated that he had been left for dead by the Sith after they destroyed the world. Others were that he had simply been abandoned, but Ghogan did not care for the stories. He knew in his heart of hearts he was a Gamorrean. ​

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After all, he was raised by them and had been on their war parties from when he could hold a weapon until now. Sure, some of the other Gamorreans might have made fun of him for looking so different. Ghogan would simply beat them into apologizing to him, or they died. Which honestly, they should've never been mean to Ghogan. The DES or DeffSunz Extra Spayshship Rokkit followed the boat of another Tribe into the Hosnian System where lootin' was to be had. Of course, they understood that the Republik would be there, but they didn't care. The DeffSunz welcomed the fight, the violence and ever-lasting glory that would come from it.​

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"Diz time fer de lootinz boyz," Boss stated as he held his prized vibro-axe 'De Bonez Breakka' in his hand. He stood next to the pulled down screen where a projector displayed the picture of the Hosnian System, granted it was a crudely drawn picture of a planet with a simple arrow pointing to it that read: REKK N LOOT. Another arrow pointed to Republik ships and all it said was SMASH. The DeffSunz listened to their Boss who would lay out their strategic drops. ​

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That is to say, he simply shoved them into drop pods and pressed the eject button as the orbital drop pods dropped out from the bottom of the Rokkit and hurtled down toward Hosnian proper. Ghogan was big enough that he occupied an entire pod to himself, and had to get shoved in by the boot of his Boss before he too was sent at screaming speeds of wreckage toward the planet's surface. ​

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Spirit of Heroism | The Monster | Saga of Valour ​

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[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain Cynthia Alucard
Location: Bridge of Gáe Bolg

Spoiler: Fleet

REC-AU01 "Prosecutor" - Class Planetary Assault Ship Gae Bolg
REC-AR01 R-wing Heavy Space Superiority Starfighter x 24
REC-VI01 F-wing Heavy Interceptor x 36
REC-YB01 M-wing Heavy Starbomber x 12
Classified

Push often came to shove whenever it came to military matters, Cyn enjoyed all the shoving of course, shoving away all the crap and the annoyances out of her mind. Peace was a lie, a mantra told to her from countless commanders, leaders and speeches throughout her military career and at one point she even believed them. And then I joined the Republic.

Peace was just a state of mind, nothing more, war would always be the state of the galaxy. And I am in peace with that fact. At least Cyn thought she believed it, honestly she was just thankful for the promotion and the ability to get away from her last crew. If they believed her when she talked about peace, and war, and the love of democracy, well none of that talk mattered much to her anyways.

What did matter was the threat to the Hosnian Sector and the planet of Hosnian Prime, the alert had been issued and an immediate stop gap was needed, as a sort of rapid response. Not that Cyn minded such an effort, it was a good plan to use a small and light element to run interference and collect intel as to provide the next response sent from high command with enough information on the attackers. The problem was that she was assigned to carry out the rapid response with only her carrier and a couple of escort frigates.

Cyn inwardly groaned as she stepped out of her office, as her hands patted down her uniform she quieted herself when she approached the bridge. The officers were already hurdling across the different command posts, the navigator saluted Cyn and with a nod for him to carry on, the ship slowly turned before lurching into hyperspace. The star lights stretched into lines and that signaled the successful jump into hyperspace, the crew was aware that a pack of raiders had decided to seize an opportunity to attack and all steeled themselves to make the raiders sorely regret ever picking a fight with the Republic.

The Captain quietly mused on the intel provided from their early warning systems, it was a rather strange energy reading and even further strange signatures of the raiding vessels. Cyn thought back to her time patrolling the Unknown Regions along with parts of Wild Space, though she had only been a pilot the threats she had faced were raiders of rather savage personality. One reason I wanted to escape to the core I guess. . . . but the savages simply changed from appearing brutish to hiding their brutality in fancy clothing.

“Why do I always seem to lose, even when I win. . .” Cyn muttered to herself, raiders tended to not venture too deep into the Core, even pirates knew better than to attempt an attack on high security shipping lanes. Unless they either believe us to be weak, or they believe themselves to be strong.

The alarms rang across the bridge, boots marched across as all ensigns and officers reported to their battle-stations. Cyn focused ahead, knowing her questions would be answered soon enough, all she needed to do was to survive contact with the enemy and report back with all intel on the raiders.

Saga of Valour Spirit of Heroism The Monster Ghogan

 

[Elias Vati]

Location: Republic City, Hosnian Prime
Equipment: Sector Ranger Tactical Armor - BlasTech A320 Blaster Rifle
Tags: Open​

An HAAT was flying into Republic City undetected as it was being raided by the gammoreans. They managed to get some drop pods onto the planets surface, and many of them crashed into Republic City, security forces have been mobilized and are holding down different parts of the city. Elias was leading Sabre Team, a 4 man team of Sector Rangers who had a specific objective in mind. The gammoreans had locked down an area in the Old City and have been pushing out planetary forces with no prejudice. As the transport flew undetected Elias was and the rest of his squad were checking their equipment. "Alright lads, remember we're rescuing hostages that the Gammoreans have taken in Fifth Avenue and the whole district is a war zone which will give us enough of a distraction to sneak behind the attackers and rescue the hostages. The GAR has yet to send reinforcements, which means we're all alone out here. Remember, no heroics this is a rescue op."

"We're coming in on the drop zone!" Yelled the pilot as she parked the gunship on the roof of an apartment complex that was outside the district. The sector rangers stepped out in formation with Elias leading the group as they kept their blasters raised. They started working their way down the building checking every floor as it was abandoned and a mess laid upon each floor. There was nothing they could do here once they learned it was abandoned. They got into the street and saw bodies of security forces, civilians, and gammoreans everywhere. But Sabre continued on hugging the walls of the buildings after the crossing the intersection. Gunships started flying in the direction they were heading. "Looks like we're heading straight into the battle." One of the team members said. "Yeah, so we're gonna go around and avoid it. This way."

The team went down an alley on the right and making a sharp left to a wire fence which they easily jumped over and continued their way into Fifth Avenue, right into the Gammorean line. As they emerged from the alley, they found themselves confronting a squad of gammoreans which let out a battle cry once they were in Sabre's presence. They fired on the gammoreans with their blasters, making quick work of them. They made a left and continued in formation until they reached the shopping center plaza of the district. Taking cover behind a damaged speeder, the squad used this chance to recon the area. Elias pulled out some binoculars and scanned the area. Considering the drop pods and dead civilians littered all over, this is one of their staging areas to coordinate attacks against the defending security forces. "What're we looking for boss?" Another one of the rangers asked. "Somewhere the gammoreans would be using as a pen to hold people." Elias replied, and to his convenience he spotted a gammorean hauling a screaming woman into a mall. "Bingo. Shopping center, looks about a 200 meter trek. Might also be using it as a base to coordinate attacks. Let's move squad." With their weapons drawn, Sabre walked towards the mall and found themselves in a two floor atrium with gammoreans all over. They were instantly detected once a gammorean shouted, "FRESH MEAT BOIZ!" Opening fire immediately on the sector rangers while they took cover by some stalls while they retuned fire at the pirates on their floor and the floor above them. It was a very bland shooting gallery as the gammoreans fired aimlessly at the rangers while they fired once they were in their sights, making quick work of them. With

Once that was done, the team walked ahead to the elevator banks hoping to find some intel on the hostages on the other floors. But why find intel when you could just look in the basement. So they did, taking the elevator down a floor into a dark room with red emergency lights illuminating the way. It was tight here and gammoreans were good at getting up close and personal, carefully the rangers made their way down the hall and stopped once they saw a gammorean exit a room from the left which Elias grabbed and pinned against the wall putting a knife against his throat. "You have some people held here. Tell us where." Elias requested sternly as he edged the knife. The gammorean just laughed as he stared at Elias's convicted eyes. "Boiluh room. Ya too late." Were his last words before Elias slit his throat. "Come on!" Elias urged as he picked up the speed of the squad going into the boiler room. As the doors slid open, Sabre walked in and saw a dozen civilians on their knees with their faces covered. "Quick get their shackles off." Elias ordered as they went to the hostages who had their heads covered. As they got closer they started to hear a beeping noise and it was coming from a human male who had a vest on. One of the rangers inspected him and on his vest was a timer reading 02:03:17 with the time elapsing quickly. "We've got a bomb." She urged as she tried working at it while the man pleaded for his life to be saved and then Elias went over. "Can you defuse it?"

"I can try hang on. This ordinance is highly sensitive, one wrong move and this'll kill us all." Seeing as this bomb was delicate as she said and the time kept counting down, Elias made a split second decision.

"Get down!" Was what Elias could usher until he shoved his squad mate to the side and picked the man up and dragged him out of the room while he was pleading for Elias to save him, with wishes to see his wife and children again. There was no saving him, he had to be as far away from the boiler room as possible or else he would spark the gas main and cause the whole building to collapse. Elias dragged him to the elevator and with much force as he could, threw him into the elevator and pushed the elevator button that was the highest floor. The man with the bomb on his chest tried running out but the doors closed and the elevator made its way up, but the bomb already went off and the explosion set Elias was flung against the wall with the armor breaking contact. The shaft was demolished and Elias let out a huge sigh of relief as he leaned against the wall.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Location: Hosnian Prime Academy of Law Enforcement, main wing
Objective: Halt the Gammorean raid
Tags: Shimrra Rin

Within the primary wing of the academy cadets and full-blown officers alike ran to and fro gathering what equipment they could. To say they had been unprepared for a Gammorean raid would’ve been an understatement. When everything went to pot the academy is where the primary base of operations was set up. Across the chamber cubicles had been torn down, desks pushed to the sides and blockading extra doorways and windows to provide cover. In the center of the room sat a large holotable projecting the entirety of Republic City.

Standing at the head of the table was Lanik Dawnstar, a hand raised to scratch at the three days worth of stubble that had begun to form on his chin. Stark white hair fell back across the Jedi’s shoulders. Since returning to the Jedi and the Republic, Lanik had packed on a decent bit more weight his form only growing more muscular and filling out the armored robes he’d become somewhat accustomed to.

He’d come to Hosnian originally because of the ambassador wishing for a few Jedi to serve as protectors for an upcoming event. The past three days Lanik had been couped up with the Aqualesh ambassador serving as a dignified bodyguard. Though once the raid began and the Gammorean’s landed on the planet the Jedi knew something needed to be done and offered his aid to the Ambassador.

“As you see here Republic forces are routing Gammorean troops at the shopping plaza near Fifth avenue, yet reports are pouring in by the second.” The Duros officer pointed out as they traced a line with their pointer.

“Yes, however; the largest concentrations seem to be in the Senatorial building and factory complex.” Lanik pointed out his own laser pointing at the designated spots. The Senatorial building is well defended already but perhaps not enough. Send a majority of the forces you can muster there in speeders. Land atop these buildings and aim down with whatever mounted guns or snipers you can. Make a box and trap them in it.”

“What of the Factory compl-” Stopping the officer was cut off by the room to the main wing opening and a new figure entering.

 

[Shimrra Rin]

She'd arrived with the Sector Rangers, an entity within the Republic's military that worked more as a rapid response crisis team. Sympathetic to the Jedi, the group often allowed Jedi into their ranks, one of the only branches that allowed full integration of the Jedi, she'd heard. Rin had only arrived a few hours ago from Peace Station, the Zeffo construct that the Jedi Order called home. The timid young Vong eased the door open and peeked around the edge of the door timidly. She was more than a younglings, but only barely more than a learner in the eyes of the Jedi and even younger to the Vong of Ilum who had seen great gains in their lifespan since forsaking the ancient warrior ways of their ancestors who had once brought carnage and calamity to this Galaxy.

In her thirties Rin had pale blue skin, long shoulder-length blue-black hair, and striking red clan tattoos from her clan and time as a Shaper learner. Her yellow eyes flitted to and fro as she scanned the room, searching for the man that was to be her new master. Now, she was a Padawan.

"Uhm...M-Master L-laawnik Dwynstar? I'm looking for Jedi Knight Dwynstar?"
Lanik Dawnstar

 

[Shimrra Rin]

KILL ME NOW PLS THIS IS EMBARRASSING

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Location: Hosnian Prime Academy of Law Enforcement, main wing
Objective: Halt the Gammorean raid
Tags: Shimrra Rin

Looking up from the holotable and across the chamber to the figure that had entered, Lanik’s head cocked quizzically to the side. The woman’s appearance was the biggest question to the knight. Never had he truly seen a Vong in person, much less one that was a Jedi or radiated such a presence in the force. From the distance between them Lanik could feel the warmth of the light radiating off of her, yet it was unrefined. So much potential lay beneath the surface.

Raising an eyebrow at the outright butchering of his name, Lanik took a few steps towards the less experienced Jedi before inclining slightly. “Yes, I am Lanik Dawnstar. It is good to see that more Rangers were able to show up in force and with other Jedi.” Looking over the Jedi’s shoulder to the few other rangers that were filing into the room. Things were finally starting to look up for Hosnian Prime. With the rangers and now two Jedi they’d be able to fight the Gammorean’s off-planet without issue. Or at least that’s what Lanik hoped.

“Excuse me for being so rude. What shall I call you?” Lanik said stepping aside and ushering the other Jedi to the holotable. “I thought I would be the only Jedi stationed here, it’s good to have another knight on hand. We’ll have this wrapped up and done before dinner.”

 

[Shimrra Rin]

She winced when the Jedi Knight corrected her subtly. Already this was getting off to a great start. The young Vong girl brushed a lock of hair from her face, nervous eyes falling to the floor. She could see him in the Force like a radiant light and the Kyber of his lightsaber sang songs of praise, but there was something beneath the surface that made her skin crawl, something that she couldn't place but was disturbingly familiar. She wasn't versed well versed in the Force though and understood the feeling she had could have just as easily been the blue milk she drank on the way down from orbit.

"U-uhm...M-My name is Shimmra of clan Rin. Jeedai Knight Dawnstar, I-I am not a Knight," she said taking a step forward, "I am to be your Padawan." As she finished her sentence a turbolaser blast landing nearby shook the building and sent a flash of green through the transparisteel windows.

Lanik Dawnstar

 

[Saga of Valour]

Fringes of the Core Worlds Region // Hosnian System // Hosnian Prime.
Gammorean Freebootaz.
Gamorrean Space Rocks x3.
Gammorean Ugly Squadrons x18.​

Hosnian Prime. He didn’t know much about the Planet’s history, nor did he really care. The entire system was destroyed once before, in the misbegotten eras of his ancestors, but through otherworldly magicks - found itself restored. Big whoop. This Galaxy was full of otherworldly magicks that saw trillions of people vanish in the flash of an eye, and Empires rise and fall seemingly overnight. There was even a unified Order of Sith that bound together to make a Kingdom that stretched across the stars, while the Jedi bickered and fought amongst themselves for whatever scraps of power and repute remained.

It was a Chaotic Galaxy, and the Captain of one of the Gamorrean Roks revelled in the madness. Let the stars burn, he would often chant in his native porcine tongue.

All his conscious mind cared for was the primal surge of adrenaline as he came into grips with whoever stood in his path. He was foretold to become a great Warchief someday, rivalling even the great Matriarchs of the past. Touched by destiny, and burdened by a supposedly glorious purpose - the Gamorrean somehow gathered others to his banner. It seemed that they too saw this spark, and wished to see it grow - consuming all that stood in its path. Let them chase after whatever scraps of glory remained. He would carve out his legacy amongst the stars and all would fear his coming.

“Kap’n,” a porcine voice called out from a distance, drawing the Gamorrean’s eyes away from the ocean of stars.

“Wot?”

“We gotz sum f’ashin’ ‘ights on da desk fingy. ‘Un of dem Jawa boyz says we gotz dem Pubby boyz spoilin’ fur a Krumpin’”

The Gamorrean Captain smiled, exposing the maw of rotten fangs beneath scarred emerald flesh.

“Dey’ze gunna regret runnin’ into da Freebootahz.”

Whilst the other Captain’s likely saw their glory on the surface of the planet, this porcine figure believed that a portion of his destiny was to unfold here amongst the stars. The Republic came to defend their territory, as one would expect them too. There was even a band of Mercenaries that saw fit to make their mark - and likely earn their keep - in the inevitable clash. The Captain respected them, if but for a moment. They were like him - in some perverted sense - but where they differed was how they got paid.

Sellswords always took their money to fight beneath someone else’s banner, relying on their skills to set themselves apart from the rest of the soldiery that they fought alongside. Pirates, on the other hand, fought to plunder and raid. To live free amongst the stars with no regrets, and eschew the trappings of a civilized society.
Well, normal pirates at least.

Normal pirates, and ones that were far more rational than this lost, would’ve turned tail and fled from the system as soon as the Republic flotilla arrived. Surely, their primitive weapons were no match for the precision of advanced, military-grade hardware. Again, the Captain didn’t care about the odds of survival. If the armed forces of the Republic beat back his newly requisitioned starships - he’d simply take theirs instead. His lips began to salivate at the prospect of commanding one of those space wedges.

With spittle flying freely from his savaged lips, the Captain ordered his ships to turn away from their projected path towards the planet and to engage the Republic head-on. Sure, some would consider it nothing more than a suicide run - but with their attention doubtlessly split between the pods being flung towards the planet’s surface and his starships? There was a chance that he’d subvert expectations.

“Oi ya Gitz,” He bellowed. “Run out da gunz. We gotz dem Pubby shipz to ‘oard!”

| Spirit of Heroism | The Monster | Ghogan | Cynthia Alucard | Elias Vati | Lanik Dawnstar | Shimrra Rin |​

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

"I am to be your Padawan."

The words hit Lanik like a freight speeder. The air evacuated the Jedi’s lungs as the shock took him. The blow from the news Shimrra delivered landed harder than Lanik’s crashlanding on Kuat. As if to punctuate the situation the turbolaser fire came down. Through what cracks in the window barricades a flash of green peered through. The building reverberated from the impact, dust shaking free of the ceiling and falling down upon all those inside.

Who had assigned Lanik a padawan? What cruel joke was this? Barely two weeks into being a Knight and already he’d been saddled with an apprentice without asking. “I-I.” Stopping and trying to find his words Lanik shook his head. Further discussion on him having an apprentice would have to come later. Currently, there were plans that needed to be completed.

“In that case, you will be accompanying me to the Factory Complex.” He couldn’t simply let a padawan run off on her own. Ironically Lanik had been forced to do such a thing due to none wanting to take one his age under their wing. “Sergent Borsk, don’t worry about the Factory Complex, me and padawan Shimmra shall take care of it.”

“Excuse me Master Jedi, but won’t you require assistance?”

“No, it is more vital that our men accompany you to the Senatorial district. We can handle this on our own. Though borrowing a speeder would be useful.” Catching the hint the Duros Sergent tossed Lanik the keys to a law enforcement speeder, the Jedi immediately passing them over to Shimmra.

“Hope you can fly.”

Shimrra Rin

 

[Shimrra Rin]

The building shuddered as a turbolaser blast landed nearby, releasing dust from the roof. She nodded obediently at her Master.

"Yes Master Dawnstar," she said. She had her doubts about the Jedi Order sending her into a near active warzone alone, but she felt that the Force was guiding her now and that her path was destined to be linked with this Jedi Knight's. It was a far cry from the libraries and freezing crystal caves she had grown up around but she would make due. She began walking towards the group but had to stop as her Master had decided that training would apparently start immediately. He tossed the keys to her and she caught them mid-step and gave him a wide eyes expression of surprise.

"I have a few hours in the simulators," she said nervously.

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By a few hours, Shimrra meant exactly three. Three hours, in an outdated and relatively easy game flight sim. As they streaked through the air towards the Factor Complex, she marveled at how many people were still flying through the traffic lanes. This was probably typical of a busy ecumenopolis like Hosnian Prime but she had barely done three hours in a game sim in open space. She'd never even seen this many speeders in one place before.

"E-Excuse me, pardon me!!" she said as she received angry honks, curses, and shouts while they zoomed through oncoming traffic. She pulled up, nearly taking the eye stalks off of an Ithorian who roared indignantly at the pair.

Lanik Dawnstar

 

[Spirit of Heroism]

Commodore Alexian Ocanda
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The Commodore couldn't believe her luck. The enemy was flying literal garbage and yet they seemed to have the upper hand. At least for now.

"All capital ships, target the enemy...cruisers. All fighters move to engage the enemy star craft." She ordered. In a blur of confusion and then clarity, the dozens of Turbolasers attached to each vessel in the Task Force opened fire. The bright green flashes of light danced amongst the stars. It was surprisingly beautiful.

"Send a message me on our friend's on the Aegis. Tell them the Republic is grateful for this free help." She chuckled at the end. There was no way the Republic was going to pay a mercanry company for a job the military was supposed to do. To think, they would graciously pay the company. They Senate doesn't like the fleet, she thought to herself.

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[Spirit of Heroism]

Embarssing

 

[The Monster]

Theme: Wolves on the hunt​

Clark didn't waste any time as the ships appeared in orbit, his commands issued was one of a battle hardened veteran, and he wanted to push this ship to its limits.

"Helm all ahead flank! Make heading 060, bring nose up 30 degrees, rotate ship 20 degrees port side! Gunners load Ion rounds, prepare to fire! Engineering I want full power to engines and shields, set shields to be doubled on the front and port side, give the guns whatever's left. Echo teams provide shooting solutions for the gunnery crews, once done try to see if there's anything you can do on the electronics side to mess with the enemy ships!"

The ship shook as the engines all went as one, violently accelerating the frigate as it began to make its heading, breaking from the regular fleet and swinging around right side of the planet. Guns turned as they began sighting in the Gammorean vessels sighting in the battleships and readying its 800mm cannons to fire on the ships at range. The rate of fire between the vessel's guns would be reduced as it focused on engines and shield power, but that didn't mean the cannons were any less effective. An 800mm round has a lot of punch after all. Sergei could feel the ship's maneuvers and sat at the command deck, appraising Clark's decision on the holotable showing a representation of the whole battle space. The ship would swing around the back side of the planet, breaking from the Republic Fleet in orbit, to crash down on the left flank of the raiders. The ship shot off like a Kath Hound on cocaine, its raw acceleration outpacing most Corvettes that were way smaller, thanks to the over sized power plant and engines doing their work. It would take them less than a minute to get around the backside of the planet, at extreme range from the Gammorean fleet. The Ion rounds loaded into the guns would begin to spin as the rounds themselves were charged making them no longer inert, and the coils on the rail guns spooled up. On screen a simple cross hair was presented to the gunnery crews, the Electronic Warfare teams having already done their scans and selecting targets for each individual main gun. They weren't even in Turbolaser range, but suddenly with the violence of a vengeful god, an eerily quiet, but massive eruption of energy would rock the vessel as four double gun turrets fired a full broadside at the left most Gammorean vessel. And then they cycled, loading in another ion warhead, and beginning the process anew. Clarke reached down on his command chair and keyed the tactical room where he knew Sergei and his men would be waiting.

"Sergei, are your men ready?"

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response Clark," Sergei responded sarcastically.

Clark chuckled as he listened to their Dire Wolf's sense of humor, even in the heat of combat, the man was calm.

"Then be prepared to board and possibly receive boarders, I doubt these ships can catch us, let alone hit us, but I would leave a platoon in reserve," Clark responded with a devious tone.

"What's the play?"

"Cut off the head," Clark responded simply.

"And the rest of the snake will die," Sergei finished.

The plan was set then. Sergei and Clark were of one and the same mindset. They would find this war chief. And they would send him to hell personally, and let the rest of the Gammoreans kill each other trying to figure out who was in charge now. The fact that a Frigate that was able to move this quick and hit so hard should get the enemy's attention, and buy time for the rest of the Republic Fleet to come in and try to take some pressure off. Even Clark knew that at best they could fight two at once, but three would be an extremely difficult challenge. It was a good thing that The Dire Wolves loved challenges, and would attack this like everything else. Fangs bared, nothing held back, do...... or die. The absolute ferocity of their attack would be what gave them an edge, and they'd need every one they could get.

Saga of Valour Shimrra Rin Lanik Dawnstar Elias Vati Cynthia Alucard Ghogan Spirit of Heroism

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Captain Cynthia Alucard
Location: Bridge of Gáe Bolg

Spoiler: Fleet

REC-AU01 "Prosecutor" - Class Planetary Assault Ship Gae Bolg
REC-AR01 R-wing Heavy Space Superiority Starfighter x 24
REC-VI01 F-wing Heavy Interceptor x 36
REC-YB01 M-wing Heavy Starbomber x 12
Classified

Entering into the system Cyn quickly moved to the command holomap, her tongues clicked against her cheek as new ships were generated on the map. It was getting rather difficult for her to truly mask her real emotions, and perhaps if she hadn't attempted to maintain that “Imperial” persona she might’ve let one angered cry slip through her tightened lips. But with the normal Imperial coolness and apathy, Cyn turned her attention to the Comms Officer running towards her with data-slate. ​

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Her eyes narrowed at the Hosnian Republic forces in-system and merely gestured for the Officer to return back to his post. It hardly mattered who commanded the forces currently engaging the Pirate fleet, she had her job to observe and assist. If someone were to blame for the inadequacy of command it shall not fall on my head. And Cyn wondered if she even needed to bother to call for more forces, the enemy vessels were of crude designs and seemed almost impossible for them to even voyage space, let alone contend with Republic Military forces. ​

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It was a miracle in her opinion that such a group of ships, more akin to a dump of rocks, could ever cause this much chaos. Cyn bit the bottom of her lip to stifle back a sigh, she had promised a certain Lieutenant she would cease such indignit behaviour when onboard her command ship. ​

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“Ready the fighters and prepare the crew and issue all to get to their battle-stations. We need more than just limited information on the hostile forces. Helmsman, bring us into the maximum range of our energy weapons.” Cyn ordered, her voice sharp and direct as an assortment of officers rushed to complete the orders issued by their commander. ​

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One officer though stayed behind, and after a few agonizing minutes of Cyn purposely ignoring the man in hopes he’d just scamper off, finally voiced his concern, “-And of the Republic vessels in-system? Should they fall under your purview and command?” He asked, shakily. ​

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Cyn drummed her fingers along her arm and wondered on the question for all three seconds, “-Alert the Captain of the vessels that we shall act as a supportive vessel, and should they require assistance we shall make ourselves ready.” Cyn issued. ​

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Let the other Republic Officers either sink or swim, and she’ll be ready to rescue and save the broken pieces after whatever plans they make fail. If they fail at their plans. . . IF. ​

Saga of Valour Spirit of Heroism The Monster Ghogan

 

[Thumda Hammahz]

Name: Thumda Hammah "The Hammer"
Location: About to be inside Republic Ships
Objective: Waaagghh
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The danger of hyperspace was never something apparent to most spacers, unless they suffered damage, and neither to the Gamorrean Freebootaz clan of Biggz Smasherz, of course if any spacer worth their salt saw the state of the Freebootaz’s hyperdrives, they’d turn pale. Such dangers hardly mattered to Thumda and his Gamorrean gang of pirates, those worries were given to the Jawas and Ugnaughts they had captured months ago. Why care about something they couldn’t control? Best to allow the people who cared to do their job, and if they couldn’t? Well Thumda could always capture a few more big brain Ugnaughts and Jawas that could do the job.

No, what they cared about was unleashing their destruction onto their opponents. To have the sense of battle flow through their veins and to engage in such battle that the stars shall brighten at such wonders. Their asteroid ship, The Big Smasha, lumbered through out of hyperspace and into real space, Thumda wasn’t exactly sure if they had made to their exact destination but it didn’t matter, there was a planet with stations filled with stuff they could use to help them continue their great war across the galaxy. Thumda promised his Gamorreans much krumping and oh should he be one to never break a promise to his Gamorrean warriors.

“Oye! Come yee gits, itz ‘bout time we awwl getz ready for waargh!” Thumda shouted as he turned away from the bridge controls and moved over to the armory down below. He smelt a great many battles to come and damned if he wasn’t going to join in and make plenty of use with his mighty war hammer.

The massive Rok surged forward, the sudden burn in their engines thrusted them forward and quickly into battle, their battle plan was simple and straight-forward, but to Thumda it was pure genius. For some reason most of his enemies always let him get into their main body of warriors and ships, the enemy even surrounded them and attacked them at all sides! Maybe, Thumda wondered, maybe they simply wanted to exhaust them with so many choices to attack to overwhelm their brains. Thumda thought cared little for such thoughts past crushing his enemies and figured that maybe he was just smarter than his enemies naturally.​

The Monster Saga of Valour Ghogan

 

[Saga of Valour]

Fringes of the Core Worlds Region // Hosnian System // Hosnian Prime.
Gammorean Freebootaz.
Gamorrean Space Rocks x3.
Gammorean Ugly Squadrons x18.​

The Gamorreans that populated the command deck surged into action as their Captain issued the order to ready themselves for battle. They were a war-like race, so it was little surprise that the species relished the prelude to the coming fury.

Several porcine warriors began sharpening their axes against the beaten curves of their battle armour, or a pilfered whetstone. It was crude, in the grand scheme of things, but they didn’t care. All that mattered to them was that their weapons could kill, and the sharper the bladed edges were - the better it’d be. Granted, due to the brutish strength of a Gamorrean’s arm - they didn’t need sharpened weapons. The impact alone would likely turn an average human’s insides to jelly, killing them within seconds.

Now, imagine what’d happen if those Gamorreans do if they had access to vibroweapons? The weapons alone were capable of slicing through duracrete. Add in a monster renowned around the Galaxy for their brutish strength? Well, there’d be nothing left but steaming gore and viscera in place of an unfortunate victim. They were unparalleled when it came to melee combat, and dominated the battlefield more often than not.

But, in space? Things were much different.

They were primitive and inelegant when compared to the sleek and modern vessels employed by the many warring nation-states across the galaxy, but they got the job done. Sure, they may appear to be nothing more than garbage, but as history has proven time and again - the garbage will sometimes do the unexpected. Such as it was, these Gamorrean warships swung wide as they finished their crude course correction. Reactionary thrusters burned and then extinguished, as the more powerful ion engines once-again flared to life.

The garbage was fast. Faster than their circular bulk implied. With all of its aft engines burning hot, it wasn’t only possible to keep pace with smaller warships but overtake their intended targets as well. If that wasn’t enough, the Gamorrean warships were rife with dozens, if not hundreds of magnetic accelerators. Before the invention and installation of high-grade particle shields, those weapons were renowned as ship-killers. Their discharged projectiles tore through armour plating and left many warships dead in the proverbial water. Sadly, that wasn’t the case for the modern era.

But, they still had their uses.

However, despite the order being issued earlier - those scavenged magnetic accelerators weren’t the first weapons to be discharged in this skirmish. No, instead it was their technologically advanced cousins that had the honour. Dozens of Turbolaser cannons sighted the projected path of their target(s) and opened fire once they came within range. Clearly, these Republic Warships decided to eschew standard operating procedures - demanding that the pirates stand down, or face destruction. Someone was likely to receive an earful from Fleet Command, once their after-action reports were submitted.
The shields flickered, but the emitters kept the projected deflector screen(s) strong. It’d take more than a barrage of turbolasers to break the combined barrier.

That was when the smaller frigate, owned by the Dire Wolves Mercenaries, added their firepower to the fray. For reasons beyond understanding, they elected to skirt around the circumference of the planet to engage their enemy, when a simple repositioning maneuver would have sufficed. Nevertheless, the Sellsword Frigate completed their journey - leaving them in prime position to engage the Gamorrean vessels from their left-and rear most flanks. They sought to take advantage of this and unleashed a devastatingly silent staccato of magnetically accelerated rounds.

They struck true. Their ionic charge rippled through the particle shielding of the left-most Gamorrean vessel as the rounds impacted, but their shielding held - in some places at least. Other sectors weren’t so lucky, as their scavenged parts overloaded and suffered critical failures. Sparks showered several Gamorreans as they sought to fix the issue with wrenches as well as their meaty fists, all the while listening to their captive Ugnaught and Jawa prisoners whilst they screamed in their native tongues. It was quite a sight to behold.

The Captain, however, was disinterested with the events transpiring on the sister ship. If they died, then they proved that they were unworthy and weak. With that being said, however, the Gamorrean Pirate barked a stream of commands to engage with whatever weapons they had targeting the enemy. The good thing about mass-driven weaponry - especially in space - range mattered little. When the trigger was pulled and the round discharged - someone’s day, be it the intended target or some unlucky bastard - would be utterly ruined by massive ferromagnetic rounds.

So, the collective firepower of three heavy cruisers was brought to bear against the might of a Corellian Destroyer, and the Republic Assault Ship. Dozens of Railguns answered the turbolasers of the Republic Flotilla. In addition to this rising crescendo of projected violence, the heavy ion cannon that was affixed to the outer hull of all three vessels opened fire - with a solitary barrage spearing towards the Assault Vessel, whilst the remaining two focused on the Destroyer. Missiles were being loaded, or more accurately, thrown into their launch tubes by Gamorrean Brutes. There were even several launch tubes that found themselves populated by bands of screaming Jawas who had the unfortunate luck of crossing a bored Gamorrean warrior.

With thunderous silence, so began the raid at Hosnian Prime. It wouldn't be long now until these three ad-hoc warships were within range to boost their speed and smash into the enemy; seeking to claim their pretty ships as their prize.

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