Silver Cutlass (SJO Dominion of Hex AB-29)

[Stephanie Swail]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cQHR37snSQ&feature=youtu.be

Antarian Rangers Command Station
Silver Jedi Temple, Kashyyyk

Commander Jody Parker of the Antarian Rangers knew that when things were TOO quiet, it meant that a great noise was to follow. Following the Silver Jedi transition to Kashyyyk and their expeditions around the neighbouring sectors, it had been fairly quiet. Negotiations were taking place, new infrastructure was going up, new and old faces were coming together in these exciting, but quiet times.

So she wasn’t too surprised when things got a bit noisy one afternoon as the rain came.

Sitting in the communication hub that mapped out the current Silver Jedi territory thanks to scouts and Ranger outposts, a burst of static and a concerned voice broke through her otherwise routine day.

”This is Scout Three to Silver Rest, go secure.”

Jody looked up from her caf and flicked the switch to her headpiece.

”Scout Three go ahead to channel seven.”

”Channel seven. Secure. Commander, we’ve got Uglies coming through the Great Kashyyyk Branch.”

Uglies. Pirate ships forged from wrecks and scavenged fighters. X-TIES. TY-Wings. What a mess. They were just as the name stated. Ugly. And dangerous.

”Give me your status?”

”Nothing to report yet. We’ve finished our flight around the moons and touching in at Porus Vida before heading to Hap – wait….”

Jody sat up, looking at the read-out of the scouts on the holo-map. A number of dots started to emerge, and rapidly. Only a few chimes could be heard from the room as a ghostly silence fell, with Jody on the edge of her heat. Then, the noise followed.

”They’ve got cruisers and corvettes! Ugly looking…gah…ugly looking things. They’re pulling out in attack formation and cutting right through to...” static burst in, ”… back-up if possible or they’ll be right on us and take out Torn Station, over!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Jody span her chair and lept up and over to the other side of the console, slid in her key-card to open up communication to the Rangers and Masters of the Order. There was no need for wider panic. Not yet.

”This is Commander Parker. We have reports of uglies passing through the Kashyyyk Branch heading to the Core and they’ve opened fire on our ships. I want all available pilots and crew to your ships and out to Hex AB-29. Cut ‘em off down before they push through and take Torn Station!” She paused, remembering something. ”Jade Squadron – you’re up.”

The newly formed Jade Squadron needed a debut; this seemed the perfect time. She signed off and opened another channel with her key-card to ground staff.

”Emergency situation. All available ground support to the communications hub at once.”

Jody stood, ready to be the eyes and ears on the ground with her team.

The rain continued to fall outside, but a bit of water didn’t hurt anyone. It was the pirates looking to rip apart peaceful worlds that did that, and it was down to the Silvers to stop them at all costs.

[member="Valae Kitra"] | |[member="Valkren Calderon"]| [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Elijah King"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Karren Trask"] et al

OBJECTIVES:

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1) Take to the stars in your fighters and take out the Uglies escorting the larger ships and protect our own, whilst aiming to cripple their larger cruisers before they push through.

2) Get to the Torn Station, a former refueling site, before the pirates commandeer it and make it safe, then help set the Station up for use of the Silvers and our allies

3) Command a ship and lead others into battle – make the decisions that are needed and be the one people count on to repel the pirates.

4) Be the eyes and ears on the ground and help maintain calm in the Temple but be alert for more enemy craft coming in.

5) Bring your own objective and add to the adventure!

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Objective 2: Secure the Station

Aidan had been given decent quarters in the Temple, and at that moment, he sat in those quarters, on the bed, meditating. Since his resurrection, his connection to the Force was something he had been very keen to work on and improve. After all, it wasn't just skill with a lightsaber that made a Jedi, and that was all he had at that moment. He needed more, if he wished to protect those that could not protect themselves. He focused within himself, feeling the Force flow through him, the Light itself, felt its connection to himself, to the galaxy around him-

All that was interrupted by the intercom. Broken from his meditation, Aidan scowled. Pirates. Scum that preyed on the helpless. He had hated their like even before his reawakening. He had a ship, an ancient A-Wing, but he knew his strengths. He was no ace pilot, no starfighter commander. He was more likely to simply get in the way. The station, however. . . he could help secure that.

There was no time to waste. Throwing his cloak around his shoulders and securing his lightsaber to his belt, Aidan strode out of his quarters and through the halls. He had been hoping for a chance to assist the Jedi, really assist them, and show that he could be useful to their cause. It looked like now was his chance. When he arrived in the hangar, he got in his ship, making the necessary pre-flight checks. It all looked fine, the same scrap-pile on the verge of breaking down he had bought on Vullain. It would do.

He keyed the comms.
"Moonrunner out to Torn Station."
It was time. Now or never. With a deep breath, he lifted the ship off the ground, out of the hangar, and began his ascent to the stars. Those pirates would not take that station while he breathed.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Fight pirates
Allies: SJ
Enemies: Pirates

"General, we have received reports from Torn Station: they are under attack from pirates!"

"Torn Station: we have to do something. I was entrusted with the homeland defense of the Silver Jedi, but the reports indicate no ships larger than a cruiser"

With the Confederacy calling upon Silver Jedi support to conduct a raid on Kamino, she had to make the first steps without endagering the security of the home sectors. She hoped that [member="Elijah King"] and [member="Sko'saht"] would arrive to Torn Station in time so that she doesn't have to fight the pirates by herself; few pirates actually could think about how to effectively deal with navies. In her experience, piracy is more about looting from civilians than actually fighting organized militaries. Measured response was key here. She might have been better known as a grounder, but she wasn't completely inept in orbit. So she entered the CIC of the artillery carrier called the Tartarus for the very first time, sitting in the pilot's seat as she did every single time she had to get a fleet on the move. Given the short distances, perhaps a little longer than traveling from Ord Radama to Serenno, she could easily perform that set of calculations of the resulting hyperspace trajectory in her head pretty much without using the Force, even though she fully accepts the risks it carries. Once those calculations are made:

"The 13th patrol squadron will jump to hyperspace!"

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Capital ships:

SSV Tartarus (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
SSV Candybar (Skor-class artillery frigate)
SSV Galak Fyyar (Krayiss-class escort frigate)
SSV Fayuum (Krayiss-class escort frigate)

Attack craft:

24 Chiloon-I fighters
24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Objective 2: Secure Torn station.

It had been one of those wet afternoons that just left you wanting to curl up in the archives, listening to the rain falling against the window as you let your mind drift away, taking you towards a different world. That had been Asaraa's afternoon so far, curled up reading a history, the words coming to life in her fertile imagination, the ancient Sith and Jedi duelling back and forth through the forests and cities as she dove deeper and deeper into the information on the datacube.

Had been...there was something though, an itch between her shoulders, the faintest heaviness in the air, the force pressing down on her that had driven the Padawan away from the comfort of the library, out to a covered porch overlooking the grounds as she stood there, relaxing with the smell of wet grass and the cool touch of the wind blowing across her skin. It was the kind of idyllic peaceful moment that she knew would never last, could never last, and sure as anything, there it was. A soft klaxon and the scurrying of figures around the temple catching her attention as the Togruta shed the peaceful feeling she'd been enjoying.

Heedless of the rain she quickly strode towards them, her brow furrowing as she felt the worry and the calm determination pouring of the figures making their way to the hangars. A few questions as Asaraa found herself joining them as she looked up to stare at the sky. She might not have had a fighter, or anyway to help deal with the pirate attack fleet bearing down through the hyperlanes, but she could catch a ride to the station and help as much as she could there.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 1,3

”This is Commander Parker. We have reports of uglies passing through the Kashyyyk Branch heading to the Core and they’ve opened fire on our ships. I want all available pilots and crew to your ships and out to Hex AB-29. Cut ‘em off down before they push through and take Torn Station!”

Audren's ears perked up - figuratively - at the transmission. Orders for all pilots and crews to their ships was not unusual in times of an attack, but directing them all to a nearby sector slice of space was. Unless the comm broadcast was directed to just a portion of their forces, that would effectively negate the orbital defenses of Kashyyyk in favor of stopping a pirate attack. Certainly the Commander wouldn't scramble all their ships to intercept a few Uglies. Then again, he didn't know the tactical situation; hopefully she did.

The Sephi thought quickly. He wasn't currently ground-side but in orbit aboard the Tarlanc, waiting for the captain of the Faradrim to send over the combat assessment data. The ships were not tasked with defense of this world or any other, but that wasn't to say they couldn't. The frigate had a track record of combat and the crew was made up of veterans, while the corvette was still fairly green. However, Uglies typically weren't the most efficient craft. The decision was relatively simple. He tapped a button on his desk to open an internal comm line.

"Bridge."

"Kamalas, it's Sykes. Plot a course to Torn station, transmit it to my figher and the Faradrim. Pass me to the captain too."

"Yes sir."

There was a pause as the lines were transferred, during which the Jedi was pulling on a pilot's flight suit. Armor was well and good on the ground, but he'd be in ship surrounded by vacuum. He'd like to survive that if needed.

"Santori here."

"Santori, bring the Tarlanc to combat ready. If there are intruders in the system, assist local defenders."

"Affirmative. We take orders from local command?"

"Coordinate with them. I'm heading to Torn station with the Faradrim to assist, inform Ranger command."

"Smooth flight."

The comm channel closed, nothing more was needed. Audren was out the door and headed to the hangar, where his starfighter waited. It was larger than most single-person starfighters but also more heavily armed and armored. The Master was far from Rogue material, but with the Force and protected by the armored hulk of a ship he was typically able to do some good. It wasn't long before he'd launched into the void and tucked in close to the corvette, and they both leaped into hyperspace, en route to the incursion.

 

[Kelly Shay Henry]

Obj 1, p1​

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The Nikita
Hyperspace


Lieutenant Specialist Kelly Shay Henry stood on the cramped flight deck of the Pantera Stealth Frigate Nikita. Still a bit unsure as to why their boat was being rerouted from Kapas. The SM Rangers Group still had at least two days of hard vac training left. Thusly. Why the sudden jump towards Torn Station? This wasn't standard Ranger business.

Luckily. She didn't have to wait long for an explaination. Wing Captain Tom Bedford was quick to arrive via turbolift. Already dressed for a fight.

"Captain."

"Pirates near Torn Station, Lieutenant. HQ Kashyyyk is rerouting us for a squadron dump. We're to assist the reinforcements as they arrive."

"Ah. So. Are taking out the Yutans then?"

"Yes. Gale and I will be flying the bombers. You and West will cover us in the interceptors. Mickey's still out with his bum leg and Vanya is in no condition fly after her eye surgery. Still. We're not at full compliment either. Mostly because of the training mission. But, orders are orders. Torn Station is a priority."

"Roger that. All green here sir."

"Good. We're two minutes to target. Get your ship ready Henry. We're still getting intel so the brief with probably be light and quick. Suit up Lieutentant. Coms in sixty."

"Aye aye sir."

The Wing Captain gave a nod and moved off to gather his gear. Leaving Kelly alone to frown and nod. Looking up at her very blue Travelsprite Interceptor parked closer down the runway.

"Well. You ready up there, R4?"

~ "Dweet dwoot!" ~

"Good. Looks like we got some pirates to smash. Rev up the engines ya."

~ "Donk donk" ~

Kelly grabbed the teal helm of her Gem's Coat and sighed. Looking out the flight deck into the Hyperspace glare beyond. Still two minutes to target. Welp. She smiled,

"...Here we go again."

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Inbound to Torn Station​

Objective: Secure station and establish defenses​

Assets: Select members of 'Radama Raiders,' First Ranger Infantry​

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Colonel Calderon blinked behind his visor, the dropship rocking gently as it closed in on its destination along with its' formation. Two other dropships followed in close succession, their contents identical to those of Valkren's ship: A platoon of Rangers from the first infantry unit on each, plus two members of his special forces group. They would lead the infantry platoons onto Torn station, clear it of any hostile forces that had made it in, make a show of force and establish new defenses for the pirate attack that was bound to come.

Clad in his graffiti'd Katarn armor, he looked across from his own seat to see another faceless, visored figure with the same unique designs. Himself and Specialist Jim Lowder were the two 'Radama Raiders' that would lead this platoon of soldiers. Valkren pulled himself up from his seat, patting his Z-6 rotary cannon that was locked into place next to his seat. He took a glance down the troop-carrier section, scanning over all the faceless soldiers, prepared to disembark and immediately establish defenses if worst came to worst.

The young colonel turned toward the cockpit, grasping onto a handle on his right side as the ship rocked once again.

"Inbound to Torn station, ETA fifteen mikes." The co-pilot stated, glancing over at his shoulder to Valkren, before returning his gaze ahead to the vast emptiness.

Calderon only nodded, grabbing the ships communicator.

"This is Colonel Valkren Calderon of the Antarian Rangers. We have combat personal inbound to Torn station to sure up defenses incase of enemy boarders. The rangers will be spearheading this operation on Torn station. For everyone in fighters and those coming to the station, stay on your toes. There's no telling the skill range of the bad guys in this situation, so stick to your training and stick together. Rangers touch down in fifteen."

He closed out the communication, turning back to the pilots once more. "Send out a message to Torn station, tell them to expect a healthy helping of rangers to show up."

The pilots confirmed his order, letting the special forcers officer go back to the troop carrier of the section to inspect over his men before they got any closer.

 

[Gir Quee]

Liberté-class Light Corvette Backwash, in transit through the Mytaranor Sector

Gir leaned back in his chair at the co-pilot's station and idly watched the stars flash by as they zipped through hyperspace. Gir found himself in the semi-awkward position of not really being needed to man the ship, unlike when he traveled on the freighter, yet he did not have the amenities of a larger space. He could go to the Backwash's galley, where the rest of his command staff was relaxing over dinner and drinks, yet after conferencing with them and the Kwookrrr military almost nonstop for the last week, he found himself needing some time away from them. He glanced over towards the pilot, a quiet man named Dav, who had come fresh out of the Directorate's academy only a few months ago. But the pilot paid him no attention, clearly pretending to be absorbed in checking the instrument readouts. Now...is he avoiding me because of rank, or because he's just not much of a people person. He considered that thought for a half-second. In this business, you have to be a people person...no-one runs a ship by himself. This assignment is probably the closest you can get to it though...

He considered striking up a conversation with the man about astronavigation when he noticed that the hyperstransceiver light was blinking on his console. We're not expecting any calls...He briefly hesitated as he fiddled with his headset. Gir technically wasn't the captain of the ship, but merely the passenger. Still, he simply outranked anyone actually onboard if he took the call and had to make a snap decision. And it could be anything...He turned to Dav.

"Ensign Patel, let the captain know we have an inbound call. I'm going to take it now."

Dav silently nodded before slipping away to find the captain. Gir turned his attention back to the console and tapped a button, letting the message flow through his headset. Gir carefully dictated down the words on the datapad, which wasn't truly a necessity given that the ship's computers were already recording it, but it made him feel more useful. He finished writing down the message. Pirates...always seem to come back just when you think you squashed them. The ship's captain, a mon calamari named Dreti shuffled into the commander's seat and cleared his throat.

"What's the message, admiral?"

"Torn Station is under attack by pirate forces."

Dreti's lips curled downward, "That is a refueling station, is it not?"

Gir nodded, "Enough fuel there to keep a reasonable sized pirate fleet supplied for over a year of operations."

Dreti paused. Gir guessed that he was considering the same dilemma he had just considered. Dreti officially had the right to choose if they would help defend the station, yet Gir could easily step in and countermand any decision he made simply by the power of his office. It was one of those peculiar situations that occurred in the military. Moreover, even if Dreti did want to assist, would he risk putting the Directorate's command staff on such a light combatant into the middle of a pitched battle with no real stake in the game? Gir cleared his throat.

"It's your call captain," said Gir, looking around the bridge, "you know your ship and crew and what they're capable of better than I do."

Dreti remained silent for a moment longer, "We will investigate this further, which requires our presence at the station....you will call for reinforcements?"

 

[Cassius Droma]

Jade Squadron​

Objective: 1 – Fight Pirates

Blinking white stars against a black background, and hardly anything else – that’s how empty it was around here. It was why Cassius Droma had chosen this little spot west of Kashyyyk for a training exercise for Jade Squadron. He’d started up the small, elite A-wing squadron only a few weeks ago. After flying his initial tour with the Silvers, and everything that had happened… he’d had a lot of time to think about it on Eadu. It was there that he started to formulate the idea of a somewhat factionless starfighter squadron that could be deployed in assistance of anyone that needed help.

Surprisingly, the idea got legs, and before long he was recruiting pilots into the program. Most of them were Silver pilots who were already experienced in flying A-wings, and a few had been freelancers that needed a few kinks worked out. All in all, they were shaping up nicely. He’d have them combat ready in no time…

“Good job on that last turn, Demos,” Cassius said over comm to one of his newest recruits. Currently, they were flying in a simplistic formation, two columns, but he was weaving around and spinning in various directions to see if everyone could keep up. He was just about to give another pointer when his long-range comm system became active.

Pirates. And they were nearby, too. He was already punching in the coordinates to his hyperdrive and transmitting them to the rest of his squadron before he answered. “Silver Rest, this is Jade Leader. We’re in route. We’ll be engaging as soon as we reach the target area. Jade Leader out.”

Muting the comm channel, he opened one up to the rest of the squadron. “Alright guys, let’s go! Jump to the coordinates I’ve transmitted… now.”

In groups of two, all twelve RZ-X A-wing interceptors jumped into hyperspace.

[member="Faye Demos"]

 

[Maya Zhou]

Location: Aboard the Gongju – docked at Torn Station
Objective: BYOO – Deal w/ pirates, get paid
Post: 1

Maya’s latest job wasn’t really on the level, she knew that.

But a job meant getting paid, so the mercenary woman didn’t really care. Pirates were the sort of folk most wanted to avoid, there were few that actually wanted to seek them out. She did suppose that these folk needed food and necessities just like everyone else. At least, that’s what her employer had told her. It wasn’t her way to ask questions, the less she knew… the better.

In the hold of the Gongju were several crates – of what she had been told was simply necessities for living. She’d brought the goods to the arranged meeting spot, and now sat ready in her cargo hold with the rest of her rag-tag crew. It was a simple enough task, if all went to plan. But there was a nagging feeling that told the woman that things would never be that simple.

“Boss,” Remy came down the stairs, “We got company.”

“What sort?” Maya arched a brow, turning to look at her pilot.

“Good guys, I gather.” Remy spat.

Narrowing her dark eyes, Maya gave one of the crates a kick. Kark it. Well, if her contacts even made it to Torn Station, they would swiftly be informed that the price of their goods had doubled. Her fellow mercs were looking to her for direction; after all, this was her ship.

“Keep the engines warm, Rem.” She said, “This is a civilian vessel, they’d be doshin’ crazy to attack us. We got a story – stick to it.”

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Fight pirates
Allies: SJ [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: Pirates

"We have arrived over Torn Station" the sensor technician reported in.

"Battle stations! Whatever we do, do not hit Torn Station, so hold position"

"Roger, roger" the chief gunnery officer acknowledged.

So the reinforcements include the Tarlanc, the Faradrim and also the Backwash. So small fry compared to the 13th Patrol Squadron. Uglies would describe the fighters being deployed; in fact, the term refers to fighters that were reconditioned using components from other fighters, for example a X-Wing with TIE Interceptor radiator panels. Which was precisely one of the many types of Uglies screening the enemy flagship, a Victory-class heavy cruiser, escorted by a number of corvettes, as well as an antiquated Ton Falk, and a few squadrons of fighters from it. The full extent of what the pirates deployed here was finally made clear. She was to provide a distraction so that [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Valkren Calderon"] et al. could infiltrate the station; if the station's screen was so busy dealing with her, then everyone else involved in this operation will face more limited resistance, until the team assigned to infiltrate the station actually makes it inside. With the sensor contacts finally being deciphered, while still being at long-range turbolaser range from the pirates... and the escort frigates on the Tartarus' flank, with the Candybar underneath the cruiser.

"We're not going to hit a corvette at that long range; concentrate all the long-range firepower we can at the enemy cruiser!"

"Roger, roger"

With that said, the enemy flagship was coming under intense head-on fire from a variety of sources arcing towards it, with shields taking the brunt of the damage from both HVC fire and long-range turbolaser fire, and the heavy long-range solar ionization cannons only dealing light damage to it, and the enemy fleet rushing in at full speed in an attempt to deal with her, starting to close in within heavy turbolaser range. Meanwhile, she hoped that any supplemental pilots that could arrive as reinforcements would be able to fight the Uglies with limited resistance, while the enemy escorts, other than the Ton Falk, were moving ahead of the heavy cruiser, but still out of turbolaser range of each other, dodging the weapons thrown at the enemy flagship. And yet she prayed that whoever boards Torn Station would not hit the hypermatter reservoirs; hitting the reservoirs would likely spell poodoo for the station itself, and she knew that it was important for logistics should the SJ expand eastward.

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Capital ships:

SSV Tartarus (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
SSV Candybar (Skor-class artillery frigate)
SSV Galak Fyyar (Krayiss-class escort frigate)
SSV Fayuum (Krayiss-class escort frigate)

Attack craft:

24 Chiloon-I fighters
24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 1,3
Allies: SJ | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Gir Quee"]

When Audren's starfighter dropped out of hyperspace, it was alone. The two ships had been close enough to communicate and put together a quick plan of action. It was impressive for sizable pirate groups to have a corvette or two, and this report spoke of multiple cruisers and corvettes? Neither one of the two discussing the issue wanted the Faragrim to drop into the middle of a pitched battle; it wasn't built for that sort of fight. So instead, the corvette dropped into realspace a full two seconds early. Stealth features would allow it to remain hidden from the pirate's sensors, and advanced sensors would let them get an idea of the precise layout of ships.

Meanwhile, the large starfighter continued in-system, its own sensor feeds transmitting back to the corvette for triangulation. A squadron of larger Silver Jedi vessels - frigates and a larger ship - had just arrived and was starting to pour fire at the pirate flagship: a Victory-class cruiser. Multiple squadrons of Uglies were en route to the station, some of them escorting a first wave of transports, no doubt carrying boarding parties. It was into this that the Master dove, blasting away with abandon. When the Silver Jedi starfighters arrived he'd have to be more careful, but at this point he could simply unleash destruction. Mass driver rounds and heavy laser cannon bolts chewed through the first couple starfighters with ease, then found one of the transports. That vessel handled the onslaught a bit better but also ended up succumbing. A twist of the control yoke slewed the ship into a quick turn and the advanced targeting computer quickly locked onto another transport, resulting in two proton torpedoes winging at the vessel. He didn't wait to see the results, simply twisted the yoke again. No doubt Uglies would be converging on him now, and while he knew the fighter's armor was good didn't care to actively test it again.

Right around then, the Faragrim made it's appearance. This was the vessel's first live combat, but Captain Daska Thano had studied the capabilities and was determined to make the most of them. She'd used the ship's own sensor data and triangulated it with the Hathol's and had plotted a course that brought the vessel in right behind one of the pirate corvettes. While the members of the crew were considered 'green' as a crew, all of them were combat veterans and performed admirably. As soon as a target was designated bolts began flashing. Over the span of ten seconds, two hundred particle beams hammered into the aft shields courtesy of the VT Particle Gatling. The last few pierced the shields before the gun went silent, and were immediately followed by light turbolaser blasts carving into the engines themselves. There was a shudder throughout the ship's superstructure, something detonating internally, and the entire thing suddenly went dark. Shields, guns, even running lights were out. Noting this, Thano gave the order to cease fire, at which point the Faragrim's engines lit up and began moving.

One heck of an entrance for an untested ship.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Objective 2
Allies: SJO and friends ([member="Maya Zhou"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Aidan Moonrunner"])
Opposition: Pirates, Mercenaries (Eventually to face [member="Maria Bentley"].)

Jyoti didn't have much time to settle in with the Silver Jedi before they were being called upon to handle crises. There was usually so few chances for respite as a Jedi.

Nearby Torn Station was now under siege by pirates, perhaps as a knee jerk reaction to assert their authority against their new neighbors. Whatever the reason, she would participate in the operation to discern their true motivations to help diffuse the situation.

There were several modes of travel available from Kashyyyk to Torn Station, Jyoti herself choosing to board a troop carrier ferrying units of Rangers. Having been called on short notice, she was still fitting on her gear as the carrier was in transit.

Over comms, the familiar voice of Valkren filtered into the bay, rattling off instructions for the Ranger units once they landed. It was a relief working with her friend again, even if she had to do it under disguise.

His plan was sound so there would be no objections on her end. She would allow the Rangers to carry out their operation without interference and assist in any way possible as they hunkered down to oppose the main pirate force on the way.

 

[Maria Bentley]

Maria was already inside of the Torn Station, having arrived with a small dispatch of New Sith Order operatives and some other force users. The Android was leading the dispatch herself, having chosen her companions based on their effectiveness and brutality. Sighing to herself, she sat up from the corpse she had taken to using as a seat, the civilian's back was beyond broken, bones and sinews protruding from his shoulder blades. Having not wanted to make a total mess, she had delivered a devastating blow to the mans back with the metallic sheathe of her weapon. The crushing force her augmented body could output causing his bones to shatter. This was the only pirate she had personally killed, the rest found them selves gunned down by her operatives or bifurcated by the apprentice Sith.

They had made quite the mess, the floor was a sea of red, limbs and pool of blood making a rather morbid syrup on the floor. Disregarding this, she stood up and faced the various individuals in the room with her. "There is going to be harder fights than this. Operatives, I want you to focus anyone who gets too close, or comes into the building, keep an eye out for any vehicles and approaching enemies. As for you would-be Sith, clean out the station. Kill anyone you find, we want a display so make sure to pretty up the bodies for me. As for me, I shall await any Jedi. Oh I almost forgot to mention, if you encounter any Jedi, alert me immediately. You will die, they are inhumane like us, they will kill their enemies. The only way we differ, is that we acknowledge our status and the power it gives."

"Another thing, if I find out one of you got caught spieling out some prophetic Sith monologue, I will kill you myself, they do not listen to words, so no need to even open your mouth. It's a complete waste of everyone's time."

Maria's right leg flew back, slamming into the corpse she was sat on with a loud, heavy slap. The sickening crunch of bones snapping filling the air as the limp man smashed through a nearby window- shards of glass spurting blood from his pale form due to the broken window, and landed on the ground beneath. Maria following the trajectory and arriving at the high window. Without hesitance, she launched herself out of the gap and into the open air.

[member="Jyoti"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Aidan Moonrunner"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Objective: 1 - Fight the pirates!
Allies: Jade Squadron

While Faye had been attempting to learn the ways of the Jedi with the Order, it wasn’t truly where her interest resided. A cadent in the Kiribian Naval Academy, she wanted to be a pilot – more than anything. During her time with the Order, she had dabbled with sabers and defensive moves, but she wasn’t sure if she was cut out for that way of life. And so, when she heard whispers of a new fighter squadron starting up, she was there in a heartbeat. The young woman had been putting in her time and practicing along with the other members of Jade Squadron, following the lead of [member="Cassius Droma"].

In the short period that she’d know the man, she had already come to admire him. He was the steady sort of pilot that she wanted to be someday. Their current exercise was something that seemed fairly simple, and yet – it wasn’t quite as easy as she thought it would be. Her eyes focused on the craft in front of her, and she did her best to follow the pattern. Her dark eyes grew wide as she heard the compliment provided by Jade Leader.

He noticed!

She felt a small swell of pride. Faye couldn’t stop the grin that formed, but she remained determined not to let the simple comment go to her head. But it seemed that their game of follow the leader would be cut short. Their long-range sensors picked up activity in the sector. A moment later, there were coordinates provided by Jade Leader.

Faye blew out a breath. This was going to be interesting. “Alright, don’t embarrass yourself, Faye.” She whispered to herself. With the coordinates entered, she made the jump.

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Liberté-class Light Corvette Backwash, nearing Torn Station
Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Enemies: NPC pirates

The Backwash surged from hyperspace onto the edges of the battlefield. They could immediately see through the corvette's panoramic bridge that the pirate's larger vessels were already locked into an engagement with [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]'s task force, and already, a number of other smaller vessels from nearby space were responding to defend the station as well. Now sitting at the tactical station, Gir cocked his head back to look at Dreti, who slowly tilted his head to the side as he contemplated his move.

"It appears that we are not the only ones to receive the call."

"The odds look good," commented Gir.

Dreti stroked his chin, "Patel, take us in towards the station, we'll assist in thinning out those uglies and transports. Admiral Quee, I trust that you can coordinate our weapons teams as you see fit."

Gir nodded and got to work. The Liberté-class had a good variety of weapons that were well-suited for the scenario, but it would take his concentration to fully get the most performance out of them and his teams. He mentally filtered out Dreti's other words as the ship's captain began to give order to the rest of the crew. A few taps on his console brought up the sensor overlay of the area, complete with icons designating friend and foe alike. Gir noticed one particular group of interloping transports that hadn't been intercepted yet. With a handful of commands, he had designated it as their primary target group. The Backwash's mass driver cannons and torpedo launchers began to hum to life as they spat out slugs and torpedoes at their distant foes. He flipped through several screens, ending up on the Backwash's ordinance manifest, noting with some disappointment that they didn't have any long-range warheads in the ship's relatively massive general purpose launchers. But they did have some Revirement missiles, which Gir made a mental note of in case any of their allies took any damage, or if there was a chance to capture one of the transports before it landed. Any ship that he captured would likely be materially worthless, but the people and cargo onboard might be a valuable intelligence source for future operations.

 

[Iris Drathrul]

Having arrived alongside Maria and her other operatives, the witch would be equipped with all her item's for battle. Holding her custom force pike in one hand, while the other played with her bangs. Iris was only here because she was being paid to be, and so she didn't take all the orders and threats seriously. The mercenary knew well enough how cruel Jedi could be, and because of that she knew to strike them down quickly. Though she did so with most of her targets, as she didn't find any amusement in playing with her opponent, unlike some Sith. The station was in rather poor condition, loose wires and bent metal in every corner. All of the scraps and hazardous wires gave the witch ideas for wounding her opponents, using the metal as projectiles or the wires as restraints.

While thinking all of this, Iris would clearly be in her own little world. Though upon hearing the man's body come into contact with a nearby wall, she'd quickly snap back. The mercenary’s hand falling from her hair and moving down to rest by her side. She'd watch as Maria leaped from her position and through the hole that the body had made, Iris assumed this was her cue to get serious.

Walking over to the hole, she'd place one hand upon the perimeter of the torn metal. Sighing softly she'd look back at the operatives, giving them a warm smile. This could either come off as unsettling or cute, depending on how the other person felt about it. Turning back to glance through the hole, she'd spot the other female. Iris felt it wasn't very necessary to be so over the top when dealing with her enemies, but clearly Maria didn't feel the same way about that.

" You Sith.. Always so brutal ~ "

Iris would say this very casually, almost making a joke out of it. She would take her pike in both hands now and follow the other female through the hole. Though taking a more subtle approach about it, simply stepping through it and into the next room.

[member="Maria Bentley"]
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[Jessica Med-Beq]

Objective: Fight pirates
Allies: SJ [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Gir Quee"]
Enemies: Pirates

"General, other friendly contacts have arrived on scene: two corvettes and one frigate" the sensor technician

"Thank the Force they have arrived" She then turned to the command channel. "Galak Fyyar, Fayuum, close in as close as you can from the enemy corvettes, while maintaining safe distance underneath the enemy flagship. Just don't fire at the runaway corvette"

Then arrived the Backwash, the Tarlanc and the Faradrim, which started to blast uglies, as well as other escorts, with their own turbolasers, mass drivers. The big problem manifested itself when the enemy corvettes were closing in within standard turbolaser range of the formation: they just stayed at the edge of that band from the escorts, which had to move in as fast as was possible to close range. Which they did by diving underneath the enemy flagship's lines of fire. Especially since one of the enemy corvettes was on a runaway course that it couldn't change due to its engines being blasted apart by one of those allies. Meanwhile, all the other enemy corvettes focused their fire on the artillery carrier, alongside the enemy Victory, scoring over a hundred turbolaser hits on it, especially since the Tartarus was just as slow as the enemy Victory was. With the light guns still firing at them, across all three ships that actually had light guns, minus the runaway enemy corvette, which continued on its current trajectory because, in space, shutting down the engines just means that it will remain on that trajectory at the same speed.

"Activate the tractor beam! Aim for the runaway corvette"

"Roger, roger"

"Now, to ram that corvette against the enemy flagship!"

Using a tractor beam on a fast but nonmaneuvering target required, as with all beam weapons, to lead the target. The corvette being several times lighter than the cruiser that fired the heavy long-range tractor beam, the cruiser could push it around with impunity, even though the runaway corvette took a while to be slowed down by the tractor beam. Once the corvette has been slowed down by the tractor beam, the question that was on the tractor beam gunners' mind was the following: what to use the tractored runaway corvette for? Meanwhile, another volley of heavy long-range weapons, turbolasers or HVCs, was fired at the enemy flagship, which sustained more damage than in the previous volley, and making the enemy Victory look like a half-eaten wedge of Emmental cheese after several hits have been absorbed. The enemy flagship began to look unstable, with pieces beginning to be torn off the hull, while the uglies began their attacks on the fighter screen, which came under heavy point-defense fire.

"What are we using the corvette for?"

"In case another enemy cruiser shows up, we can chuck the runaway corvette at it, ramming it and causing as much damage as possible"

Spoiler

Capital ships:

SSV Tartarus (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) moderate shield damage
SSV Candybar (Skor-class artillery frigate)
SSV Galak Fyyar (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light shield damage
SSV Fayuum (Krayiss-class escort frigate) light shield damage

Attack craft:

22 Chiloon-I fighters
21 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Objective 2

Defend Torn Station

Asaraa could see the strobing lights and flashes of the turbolasers outside the shuttle window as their fleet clashed with the pirates. The crackle of commands and requests carried through the cabin, the tinny voices falling from the radios of the rangers sharing the space with her. It was unusual for the young woman, the first time she'd ever been part of a large-scale military operation. There was something confidence inspiring about knowing that there were people out there protecting her even if she couldn't see them, couldn't help them.

The Padawan closed her eyes, reaching out with the force to feel the combat zone around her as well as hearing it through the radios. She could sense the pilots, their tightly held emotions focused down to the razor's edge as they engaged the enemy. Yet...that wasn't all there was something else on the station, something she'd sensed before...and that didn't end well. The young woman's eyes snapped open as she felt the shuttle shudder to a halt, her red-skinned hand reaching for the radio she'd been provided as the door swung open and she surged outside along with her allies.

"All units, we're not just dealing with pirates here. Someone else is here, something dangerous. Be careful."

The Padawan closed her eyes for a quick moment, throwing her senses out into the station as she sought out the source of the dark feeling before her blue eyes snapped open and she started down the corridor, sprinting in the direction she had sensed danger as she set her com on her belt, pulling her lightsaber loose as she felt an icy feeling slipping down her spine.

[member="[URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/8770-valkren-calderon/"]Valkren Calderon[/URL]"] [member="Jyoti"] [member="Iris Drathrul"] [member="Maria Bentley"] [member="Aidan Moonrunner"]

 

[Raven Sorenova]

Objective 2
Allies: SJO and other friendlies
Enemies: Pirates, Mercenaries

Raven would be aboard the transport ship headed to Torn Station along with [member="Jyoti"], and any other allies that were on board the ship. She had only barely caught wind of the operation, and instead of sitting idly by as she has, simply studying whatever she had in mind, she hopped on ship, armed with a simple blaster and a lightsaber; of which was not her own.

It would seem that her old habits hadn't left her quite yet.

She was merely there to assist in whatever ways possible. She hadn't any particular plan of her own, as her tagging along was a last second thought. She had fought off enough people with a stun baton in her earlier years, and won just about every bout, so she figured that maybe she could hold her own. Hopefully. She just figured that maybe, it'd be best to stay out of the way, and just follow suit instead of taking any initiative she wasn't entirely sure of.

The situation was a little bit more nervewrecking for her than she thought...