Shadow Over Telti (One Sith Naval Operation ft. Republic Fleeters if interested)

[Darth Hauntruss]

STAR WARS CHAOS: TALES OF THE FLEETERS V1​

OPERATION DAGGER REACH​

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Telti, One Sith-Republic Naval Space Border​

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"This Black Zero Six to Doomsday." a static broken voice echoed in the ether of communications.

A Trio of One Sith fighters began long-range recon skirting runs across what was officially the very edge of One Sith held territory just a few star leagues abreast the planet Telti. They had been scouting the region to conduct spatial intelligence and call in the sightings of Republic patrol vessels. For now it seemed the Republic Navy was busy elsewhere and had removed immediate buffer zone, the grey area between the naval command borders of each faction, empty of traffic.

"This is Doomsday we read you, what's your Picture, copy." a stern voice called out to Black Zero Six, the leader of the trio, demanding the status of his visuals.

"All Clean and Bandits are Zero Negative on sensors." Zero Six replied in quick haste, "Doomsday your are clear for H-Jump Bracket Deploy."

"Understood. Keep to safe distance for exit Zero Six. Over and out."

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Suddenly from the warped edges of near space the giant figures of steel fortresses burst into focus. They warped from the torn space fabric of hyperspace in large clusters of hundreds of starships. The entirety of War Fleet Hell Hammer and War Fleet Avarice, two of the largest fleets in the South Eastern Imperial Sector. Together more than two thousand and five hundred vessels including hundreds of updated star destroyers made up the immediate spacescape around the rear skies of Telti. The reformed and restructured One Sith Navy had dispatched an advanced in-force recon armada to prepare for coming storm. The Sith Fleet had been kept quiet and uneventful for sometime all so that its dark master the One Sith Naval Imperial Warlord could work her dark machinations in reforming the beast of war.

Aboard the One Sith Naval Imperial Warlord's flagship The Tormentor​

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIeOcTCRmjc​

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Admiral Tharsis, of War Fleet Hell Hammer glared down at his comm's officer and relayed to Black Zero Six team of his and the Warlord's arrival. "This is Doomsday, Exit Deploy complete, report back to base." he growled into the voice receptors. Turing about he gestured to the holo-deck master to open a hololink to the command of War Fleet Avarice, Vice-Admiral Zengo Dorg aboard his flagship The Grim. The large disc platform bubbled into a blue phantasm which materialized into the rotund and stark visage of Vice-Admiral Dorg.

"Tharsis." the vice-admiral spat, "I was expecting her excellency. But, I guess you will do. Heh."

As usual Tharsis was not amused by the Metellos born fleet commander. Tharsis, keeping his upright posture one which was drilled into him by his Coruscant elite parents, stared down Dorg with his pale blue eyes sat in their sunken sockets.

"Her excellency will be joining us shortly, Vice-Admiral." Tharsis began, "Have your fleet take up Crescent Defense, and begin regimented Task-Force Group patrol sweeps. I want this stretch of the aerospace border on lock down...understood?"

Dorg cracked a grin and waved his hand in compliance, "Yes...Admiral."

org took in a breathe and changed his tone to a more professional manner, "And what of the Republic's Fleet capacity in terms of our operations. We'll be cutting it close don't you think? Suppose during our long-recon team's infiltration runs we get caught by a moving fleet it'll -"

"Be no concern of yours....Vice-Admiral Dorg." the hissing rebuke rang out from behind the two.

Dorg turned pale and now it was Tharsis' turn to crack a smirk, for marching up behind in them clad in a military high collar black tunic with a flowing sith cloak above was the Naval Imperial Warlord Darth Hauntruss, Mistress of his Dark Lord's Imperial Navy. The red skin tainted Sith Lady approached the two each step announced by clang of her boots against the steel floor. Eyeing Dorg she continued her interjection.

"Our Fighter Squadrons are more than prepared to under-take enemy line long-recon." Hauntruss paused to cross her arms and glance at the windows that looked out to the dark void. "I will be assigning the task to Valkyrie Squadron and they will lead the mission into Republic Territory. Whilst they feed us information of previous ship movements, we will be conducting military war games as cover. They're attention will be on us. While the squadron flies into a different sector all together."

"Once this is over we will begin our proper conduct of battlefield intelligence preparation. Then and only then will our next move under the command of the Wrath and Eye of the Dark Lord be initiated." Hauntruss ended her harsh operation debriefing with a violent jerk of her head back to the two fleet commanders and leaving them to a deafening silence.

Down below in the bowls of Darth Hauntruss' flagship The Tormentor, the various fighter squadrons were conducting their pre-sortie combat checks. A grim looking middle-aged woman with one of her eyes sealed shut by a black oval-shaped piece of metal was conducting operation debrief with the newly installed operation force leader (OFL) - the rising star of Valkyrie Squadron - Thanith Gumara. The stark war veteran gave the young Flight Sergeant a pat of the back as she crossed the fighter hold platforms.

"How's your unit looking Force Leader?" she barked by him.

[member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Enoch Zambrano"]​

[member="Jerek Zenduu"] [member="Cristina Zeitlin"] (and any other Republic Fleeters you may know....all the ones I remember are back when Ben Watts was still running that place )​

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[OOC: Originally this was going to be a Faction thread but I thought it'd be fun to have Rogue Squadron-esque pure military plot roleplay to let the NonFU fleeters, pilots and military types on both sides have some fun. NOTE THIS IS NOT A SKIRMISH. THIS IS RP THREAD FOR SWEET NAVAL COMBAT STRUCTURED BY RP. General story is Naval Imperial Warlord Darth Hauntruss is conducting advanced in-force long recon into systems near the One Sith-Republic Border ahead of an upcoming secret offensive. Republic Characters you are free to intercept the mission once it has begun and all the OS Characters involved have posted. Remember this is to let the Fleeters flex their military nerdisms and RP muscles. Be considerate. This should flow like one of those recon missions you read in Rogue Sqaudron. If need be I'll make a OOC for this to discuss plot procedure.] ​

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[Kenrath]

Thanith listened to the debrief as Valkyrie 6 lead the squadron through their pre-flight checks. The mission seemed simple enough. That was what worried him. Simple was never such and unknown had a bad habit of getting you killed. Thanith could not help but crack a smile when she asked how Valkyrie was looking.

He snapped to attention.

"Ready and able Ma'am." "6 is my best............was with me at Atrisia."

He paused turning towards the squadron.

"6 status report."

The Flight Corporal and second in command of Valkyrie popped his head out of the cockpit of his fighter.

"Waiting on you Sarge."

Thanith nodded with a smile before turning back to the woman.

"Ma'am we are ready to deploy."

Thanith had knocked out his own pre-flight checks before the debriefing. He walked over to his own fighter clipping into it. He jumped on the comms to the rest of the Squadron.

"Ok Valkyrie you have all been briefed on the mission." "Once we are green we are going full throttle."

He then flipped over to the flight control channel.

"Valkyrie to control requesting permission to deploy."

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Kyra Proga]

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Thanith Gumara"]


There'd been whispers of this for weeks through the corridors and halls that made up the communal hubs of War Fleet Avarice. And here they were. She looked out from one of the various viewing platforms at the amassed warfleets, marveling at their size, their destructive force, but above all, their flagship. It was something else, something... she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was though she could feel something dangerous within the ship, like a dark presence. Kyra shrugged it off as the desired impact of the Navy's pride and joy. Being stuck in one of the lower ranks had its ups and downs - the up was, she didn't have to attend anything monumentally important, and while the higher ups were flailing about trying to decide what the hell they were even doing out here, she was left with some much appreciated downtime. The down was, she had no fething clue what they were doing out here, and the boredom of having nothing to do during the planning phase of what was undoubtedly one of the largest imperial naval operations was nothing short of murderous. Her comms buzzed. Her comms buzzed! Finally, orders!

::Cresent defense, regular patrol sweeps. Volunteer yourselves now or we'll just pick you for the dirty jobs.::
"This is Flight Corporal Kyra Proga. Requesting authorization code for flight K-87327 on those patrols."
::... 你真的是一个他妈的刺激性矮人.::
::This is command. We've assigned you the second sweep of sector 3, Flight Corporal Proga. You have thirty minutes to prep, and we want you out the hangar in 31, am I understood?::
"Loud and clear, Command, in the sky in 31."
She switched her commslink to the frequency used by her flight, cutting out the rest of the background noise in the process.
"Times ticking, boys. Grab your gunners and get to your hogs ASAP, I'm not being caught napping because of you. Oh and four? If you don't like I'll get you transferred to Infantry Command. Then your fat ass will have to walk everywhere."
::... Feth you Corp. See you in 20.::

She cut off her comms with a light smirk at the playful name calling between them, and began to make a bee line for the main hangar, where their gunships were being refueled and restocked. This wouldn't be much fun, but flying certainly beat the feth out of sitting about and watching the Galaxy float by. Besides, she'd managed to pester command into assigning her some gunners since Rakata Prime, and the more air time she could get with them, the better they'd fit in to the group. And that definitely wasn't a bad thing, considering that they'd be the ones covering her ass when the back end of a Bantha hit the air conditioning.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

"Ready and able Ma'am." [member="Thanith Gumara"] replied.

The one-eyed veteran, Flight Sergeant Zara Ranger, cocked an eyebrow and laughed. "No need to Ma'am me Gumara, It's your Squdron and you who are OFL on this one." She turned about and lifted a thumbs up as she returned to her own flight. "I'll sortie once your team is out, wing leader."

Bridge of Tormentor​

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Darth Hauntruss kept her gaze as Tharsis and Dorg went about conducting the reformation of the two War Fleet's Hellhammer and Avarice. Golden Sith eyes surveyed the progress. As she watched in silent contemplation a comm's officer interrupted his superiors with a nervous fidget from his navigation's pit.

"My lord, Valkyrie Squadron is requesting sortie." said the officer. Hauntruss in turn only rolled her eyes to face the officer and kept her physical position undisturbed. Hauntruss smiled and flicked her index finger in a gesture that silently gave her permission. The officer saluted and turned back to his sensor array.

"Valkyrie Squadron you are clear for sortie." The officer said contacting Thanith. "Proceed to deploy point 2,2,9 and ready for further instructions. Lord Hauntruss will have specific Operation Codes ready for you upon your sortie. Over and out."

"It is done My Lord." The officer said then turning to Hauntruss.

"Good." She hissed. Then eyeing Dorg she smiled and decided to initiate the next step of her Operation. "Change of plans Dorg."

Both admirals stopped and turned to face the Naval Imperial Warlord. Tharsis hummed a curious note and Dorg still pale from Hauntruss' entrance silently shuddered.

"Yes Warlord?" Dorg hesitantly replied.

Hauntruss grinned and unfolded her arms to begin to pace about the front bridge path of the star destroyer.

"Move out all of War Fleet Avarice. Divide your forces into three groups in a vertical stacked regimen." Hauntruss announced her new plan. "All of Avarice will commit to Operation Dagger Reach as full in-force recon. We'll pave the way for the rest of the fleet come the offensive the Dark Lord has formulated."

Dorg's mouth slightly dropped open and Tharsis' grin had grown into a sinister smile. "But, that would start another full-scale conflict? My lord shouldn't we wait for- "

Hauntruss mouth curled into a frown. "We are already at war Dorg, we were always at war. But at the behest of the Dark Lord our fleet was anchored and hidden. Now, it is free. So I intend to reveal its force. You have an hour Dorg, reform your fleet and begin system-to-system space lane disruption. While Valkyrie carries out Dagger Reach....Understood?"

"Yes Warlord." Dorg hiccuped. His feed cut and he began to order his fleet's reformation. The patrol had done its job now he would assemble his War Fleet into offensive tactical formation ([member="Kyra Proga"]). Hauntruss motioned for Tharsis to prepare to contact Thanith once he and the other squadrons had completed their sortie.

Two targets would be the focus of Operation Dagger Reach, target alpha was codenamed: Dagger Reach, a world that was the ultimate destination for the One Sith coming offensive - prior battlefield intelligence would be needed. Thanith's target was Dagger Reach, and he was commanded to keep the flight path zero-dark, i.e. detection limited and communication silent, once they were in operational phase all outgoing comms to the fleet were prohibited to reduce chatter signature. The other targets would be the planets and more specifically the space lanes that lead to Dagger Reach. For those Avarice would conduct disruption campaigns and break the naval network that allows for naval crossings. This was a distraction but, it was useful in that it would lock down the advancing path the rest of the One Sith forces would use to later reach Dagger Reach.

 

[Kyra Proga]

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]


"Uh, Ma'am? You uh... You might wanna look portside for a minute." came the almost concerned voice of the gunner she'd managed to rope in to sitting in with her. She was almost tempted to just ignore him and focus on the scanners, but the slight pause made her think twice. Her head turned. The fleet was moving.

"Oh... 他妈的!"

The fleet was moving, and it was moving without Kuat's Flight onboard. Immediately she banked her craft around, and began to pick up pace to get back to the hangar, while furiously trying to hail naval command to find out what the feth was going on.

"Warfleet Avarice this is Flight Corporal Kyra Proga, don't you dare jump to Hyperspace without us!"
::Flight Corporal. This is command. Take your tone down a notch. Still getting into formation, but we won't wait if you're not here. Marching orders.::
"Marching orders? Don't keep me in the dark here, Command."
::Orders from the Tormentor. Move into attack position, prepare to make the jump. Looks like we're going in hot.::
"Feth. Hear that, Kuat?"
::Loud and clear. Seems the Sith have finally realized they've got a fleet.::
::Know that feel, three. Looks like it's just Avarice making the jump - we're first on the chopping block.::
"Alright, can it. No use speculating and worrying. On my heel, back to the hangar. I want these ships fully serviced when we're there. No faults. Nothing."
::Understood.::
::Copy.::
"Four?"
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"FOUR."
::...Yeah fine. Ships nice and shiny, so we look good getting shot.::

The four ships descended into the main hangar of Avarice's capital ship, and by the time they'd touched down, Kyra was already barking orders at the mechanical staff. The sound of hydrolic drills being used to tighten sections of armor, or replace damaged panels on ships sang through the air. Every hand was busy. Even if the Warfleet got a real drop on their enemy, it wouldn't take long before someone up the chain of command decided it was time to unleash the fighters, and when that happened... Feth, I'm glad I don't have one of those interceptors. The thought came unbidden, but it was true. The Gunships felt safer in a warzone than the interceptors did - and if a pilot felt safe, they were calmer. More rational. Less likely to suicide into the enemy. Still, there was nothing to do at this point but prepare. Fresh fuel was put into the engines, missiles unspent swapped for newer models. Even the viewports of the cockpits were getting a wash - not that it mattered, if any of them took a direct hit it was game over, and she didn't believe in restarts.

[ooc: I won't be on till monday now. Sorry guise. ;_; I'll post the moment I'm back though. x]

 

[Kenrath]

Thanith sat in the cockpit of his fighter listening. When he got clearance he hit the throttle screaming out of the docking bay the rest of Valkyrie a split second behind. It was insanely dangerous to fly that way but every member of Valkyrie had together before and any time one of them was doing a training flight the rest were there as well. It was how Thanith ran a squadron and it is also how they had gained the reputation they had.

Once they were clear of the Tormentor Valkyrie moved to 2-2-9 waiting for the rest of the Wing to form up. Once everybody was there he hit the dedicated Wing wide channel.

"Alright wing." "You know the drill." "This is a covert op, get in, get the intel, and get out." "If we get spotted then we are burned and get out of dodge." "Do not engage unless fired upon."

He took a deep breath before switching channels over.

"Tormentor this is Valkyrie." "All ships in position waiting execution orders."

He hands tightened around the controls of the fighter. He hated recon preferring to engage much more than just watch. However his orders said recon and it didn't hurt to be well rounded.


[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Kyra Proga"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Thanith Gumara"] | [member="Kyra Proga"] |

The Sith Empire's movement along the border of the Sistooine system had not gone by unnoticed by the Galactic Republic. Whilst the Republic debated over a course of action, to decide what the response would be to the sudden hive of activity that was coming from Telti- a recent Republic aligned moon, until the One Sith had come- a single stealth fighter began it's journey towards the Republic-Empire border.

Sat at the helm was Jedi Knight Ella Nova, recently returned to service following several years of recouperation after nearly dying at the Battle of Coruscant. Perhaps it was impulsive- years of sitting on the side lines had made her frustrated with the war and so she wanted to do something- but she had vowed to be in the face of the One Sith, at every given opportunity, now that she was no longer held back from fighting the good fight against the Sith.

Dropping out of hyperspace at the border, Ella engaged the fighters stealth technology and began a scan over the region, so as to learn what she was up against. As the computer worked- it was slower than a astromech droid, of which the fighter model she was using had no room for- Ella closed her eyes and meditated on the Force, allowing it to soothe and calm her.

 

[Cristina Zeitlin]

Jabiim class Corvette - New Hope​

Bridge​

Telti; Republic Space Border​

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It was supposed to be a simple patrol mission for the Corvette, a shake down for the vessel as it was sent to the edge of Republic space. A simple mission to check the lines and see if there were any plans on breaking through on the side of the One Sith. So far there had been nothing as the vessel drifted through space. They had been smart enough to remain a few kilometers away from the border, not too brazen to be running along it just in case anything happened. ​

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Of course it couldn't have just been a simple mission, no it had to bring Hell from the depths of space to stare her in the face. Without a single bit of warning as she was relaxing for a bit, the vessel's alarm began to blare. The woman clearly annoyed as she pushed herself out of the bed she had just so comfortably found herself in after a bit of time in the refresher. ​

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"Karking Hell. Couldn't even wait for me to get dressed could they!" ​

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She yelled in her cabin, barely managing to get the bare essentials on in terms of clothing before the door quickly shuttered open. A crew member standing there, her eyes visually showing worry as she approached the Lieutenant. ​

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"Ma'am. We have contact." ​

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For a moment the Lieutenant made no noise, or a sound. She didn't even speak as she went about finishing getting dressed. She figured that that crew member wouldn't be the first, nor the last to see the Lieutenant topless. With a heavy sigh she pulled on her over coat, snapping the buttons before she spun around towards the crew woman. ​

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"Get to your station."​

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With a nod the woman was gone, rushing down the hall as the Lieutenant stepped out into the busy walk way. Looking up and down for a moment, she watched the crew rushing through the halls. The only thought at that moment that seemed to crawl into her mind was just how young many of them were. The war was really taking a toll on the Republic if her first command was crewed mainly by kids half her age. ​

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"Clear a Path!" ​

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The Lieutenant bellowed before marching down the hall, the rest of the crew doing its damn best to either get out of her way, or push themselves up against the walls to let her pass. She at least could hold the air of demand about her and ensure that she could get anywhere on her vessel without a problem. Her mind though began to push back to what the possible contact was as she stepped onto the bridge. ​

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"What do we have?" ​

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She asked without even taking a glance out the view screen before her, the question only answered with a simple four word response.​

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"You'd better look Ma'am." ​

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In that moment she turned towards the view screen, her steely-blue hues falling upon the massive Sith Fleet... no, not a fleet, the massive Sith Armada that was resting at the border of space. Though mentally she was shaken at that sight, the pure destructive force mustered by the Sith, she remained physically and visibly calm and collected. ​

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"Let's not lose our heads. Assess the situation. I want to know what's going on and why there is a Karking Sith Armada on the doorstep of the Republic." ​

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She was about to slip into her command chair when another alarm began to blare. The sensors operator quickly pipping up in response. Her head snapping in that direction before returning her attention to the vessels assembled before her. ​

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"Starfighter Flight Ma'am, they're gathering in numbers." ​

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"Ma'am, part of the enemy's force is breaking off." ​

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"What the Kark are they doing?" ​

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[member="Ella Nova"]​

[member="Thanith Gumara"]​

[member="Kyra Proga"]​

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[member="Ella Nova"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Cristina Zeitlin"]​

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Dorg took in a deep gulp. He turned to face the looming blue holoprojection of Darth Hauntruss. Dorg cracked a nervous smile and nodded, "War Fleet Avarice is ready, Commander." Hauntruss in turn grinned and nodded, she waved her hand forward and barked at the Vice-Admiral. "Begin operations."

War Fleet Avarice, an a thousand plus strong sector fleet crossed the formal borders between the One Sith and The Galactic Republic. With the offensive that was to come later at Dagger Reach (Contruum), this invasion would act as part one to the total campaign. Drifting in three long layers stacked on top of one another, with Dorg's flagship The Grim, in the top layer, War Fleet Avarice made for their first target - the Sistooine System, near the border. Under the direct orders of Naval Warlord Hauntruss, they were charged with disrupting Republic Fleeting operations through shock and awe offensives allowing for future unfettered advances to Dagger Reach. War Fleet zoomed out into hyperspace jump not before coming out near the first of the Sistooine planets. Hauntruss' blue image disintegrated.

Dorg felt a wait rise from his shoulders. He gestured to the pit officers, "All fighter squadron's prepare for recon routines. Star Destroyers begin dedicated search scans - want this place combed for heat, electromagnetic signatures now!"

Meanwhile, Hauntruss turned her face to that of Thanith who had been waiting with his team. She hissed into the comms, "Thanith, your target is a world codenamed: Dagger Reach, I will be sending you its real coordinates and name soon enough. Dagger Reach is the target for a new offensive that will hopefully remove the Republic's ...homogeneous efforts - as a threat. Use War Fleet Avarice's advances as cover and make for Dagger Reach. This mission is zero dark understood? No communications once in operation phase - any visual confirmation by an enemy warrants their immediate elimination."

"Now go, you are clear to jump. Goodluck to you...and do not disappoint me."​

 

[Eliza Lunelle]

(OOC: Jumped on this awfully late, and hopefully it's not stone-dead, or maybe I can help bring some life back to it but either way I hope you all don't mind me joining?)

The Grim's hangar; a vast cavern of steel and smoke, weapons of war and dead men walking. Pilots scrambled as the void howled, as orders thundered back and forth. Interceptors gleamed in the red-light gaze.

"<All fighter squadrons prepare for recon routines.>" There came the speakers again- flightsuits and helmets flew back and forth across the black-metal expanse. Boots thundered, engines flaring and venting with wide open jaws, hissing and screaming smoke, and Eliza darted fast between the ranks, sidestepping the engineers and astromechs. There was an undeniable air of urgent terror, of a hundred men walking the knife's edge between rabid mania and absolute despair. Every one of them breathed short and quick, hands wavering just so slightly.

Helmets on, pressures stable, HUDs, weapons primed and flight checks underway. Inhaling and exhaling to the rhythm of an engine venting, Eliza stared blankly into the midnight sea of nothing.

The void and its stars waited; more would die before she met with them.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Cristina Zeitlin"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Thanith Gumara"]

 

[Kenrath]

Thanith shook my head listening to his orders. Engaging anybody that spots them. For all she knew they could pop out of hyper in front of an entire fleet. Engaging a whole Fleet would be a suicide mission.

It mattered not to him though. He knew no matter the Sith Warlord said Valkyrie was his Squadron and they would do what he said and what he did. He could only hope the rest of the Squadrons did the same.

He took a deep breath hitting the controls. The entire wing would start forward threatening to breach the invisible borders between One Sith and the Republic. At the last second however they would disappear from view jumping to Dagger Reach. They were heading into the unknown and at the same time going completely dark. The only forms of communication being a series of morse code like beeps. The meaning of the beeps briefed in person by Thanith himself. No written record existed, no manual contained them. Just what he had told the pilots ahead of time and quoted to memory for this mission and this mission only.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Ella Nova"] [member="Kyra Proga"] [member="Cristina Zeitlin"]

Spoiler

[member="Eliza Lunelle"]

You are good welcome to the thread. For the sake of clarity though for your next few posts please establish which Fleet you are currently with and what objective you are working on. If you have any questions PM me.

 

[Cristina Zeitlin]

[ As I know this takes place before the Contruum Invasion which has concluded. I will post and continue if there was still interest in wrapping this thread up. I apologize for my lack in posting, though I was waiting for others whom may have been interested in joining us.]​

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Jabiim class Corvette - New Hope​

Bridge​

Telti; Republic Space Border​

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"Ma'am!"​

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"I know! I saw the karking thing happen!" ​

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The Lieutenant quickly took to her command seat as the watched the last of the massive fleet that jumped to hyperspace. A shocked expression quickly receding from her face as she looked out towards the view screen. There still remained the other half of that damned fleet, and that was more than this little corvette could handle. Even the starfighters would likely cause it to have a run for its money. ​

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"Can we get a lock on their location? Traveling times, distance, possible targets? Anything!?!" ​

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"We're unsure ma'am!" ​

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"Well get sure!" ​

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The Lieutenant barked back as she watched what the ships sensors began to ping as a flight of starfighters. Clearly this was thought out and not just some random fleet losing their way and straying from the border. There was a big plan, and now without any knowledge as to where that mass of vessels was headed, all the small vessel could do was send out a paltry warning. ​

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"Get a warning out before they decide to enact counter measures. Let the Republic know that a massive Sith War fleet just broke off and jumped to Hyperspace from Telti. We've still got the other half and have begun recon operations to determine strength and purpose." ​

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"Yes Ma'am!" ​

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The corvette began to send out a message across the holonet to the Republic vessels and worlds that it could reach. The Lieutenant knew that maybe something could be done to either stop the fleet or determine where it was heading before it was too late, though even she doubted that. Leaning forward, her eyes remained on the second half of the fleet, the vessels that remained. ​

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Sure enough she felt that they would start looking for anything in the region. All they would find would be her lone little Corvette, then it was up to the Sith as to what would happen. Would they focus their starfighters upon them, or even waste a Star Destroyer. Well she could at least hope that she could give a show long enough to delay some element of what remained. ​

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"Karking Sith..." ​

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She muttered under her breath. ​

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[member="Ella Nova"]​

[member="Thanith Gumara"]​

[member="Kyra Proga"]​

[member="Darth Hauntruss"]​

[member="Eliza Lunelle"]​