Silver Loot [ATTN: SJO / Open to SJO, others ask]

[Zef Halo]

SILVER JEDI ORDER FRINGES, MID RIM
EF50 ASSAULT FRIGATE BALLISTA

Captain Heiern Kalyfrax braved the 'safe' confines of the Outer Rim to set up a high risk high reward attack on a Silver Jedi transport. Rumors had it the transport carried something of great value, others called it a bluff. For Rohak? The truth hid in between.

The dar'manda's hand ran over the turbolift's frame inspecting the wear of the ship. The Ballista had been through a lot, most across the lower quadrant of the Outer Rim knew that. It had been Kalyfrax's longest serving ship. Its service age matched Rohak's own.

"Old, innit?" Kalen grinned. The old grit of a pirate seemed to follow the Mandalorian everywhere by chance. Kalyfrax had recruited a dozen of fresh bloods on Terminus and a couple of temps like Kalen and Rohak. Kalyfrax's bold ambition to hit the Mid Rim pushed away quite a lot of potential crew members leaving only the most reckless or avaricious, or both.

The doors of the turbolift slid open revealing the bridge of the frigate. Unlike the rest of the ship, the bridge, at a first glance, seemed quite well kept. The Muun captain greeted the two with an ocean wide grin. "Boarders are at the ready, I hear."

"Aye, cap'n." Kalen replied with a brief grin of his own.

"Good, good." He glanced at his holowatch before licking his lips at the viewport. "Any minute now..."

An alarm rang signalling the reversion of an unidentified vessel and Kalyfrax's grin grew wider.

"Scan check, is it our, boys?" A moment later a confirmation came.

"Cap'n, interdiction mines are online."
"Full thrust ahead! Our delicious prize awaits!" The Muun snapped his arms wide open. "Time for you two to get going then." Kalen replied with a nod but the armored dar'manda was already heading back to the lift. "Guil, open a line and offer them to surrender."

While Kalyfrax had a reputation of bloodied adventures, he always kept his wits about him and if he could get this the easy way? The better.

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]SILVER JEDI ORDER FRINGES[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Bridge of the[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]“Pathfinder”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Things were calm for the most part, training missions had that air about them. The details of the trial mission were laid out and set up for you to have some sort of success even if you failed. There was always something to learn. Bodies moved about the bridge, discussing things and becoming acquainted with the ship. The crew was heavily experienced knowing the ins and outs of their stations, among them a Corellian stood with her arms crossed. Crimson stripes adorned the side of her fitted slacks and the neatly pressed uniform looked as if it was specifically made for her. The mess of brunette hair brushed back and pinned neatly into a bun, for once Allyson Locke looked like the perfection of an Spacy Officer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Commander, are you ready to run the scenario?” Allyson was lost in her own thoughts wondering how she was convinced to do this. The woman was a fighter pilot, but it seemed there were others that felt she was ready for this position. Allyson knew it was the next step in her career – she couldn’t always be a fighter pilot. Her mind wandered the hyperspace, feeling the different routes, they could take if they left. Mostly she looked for a faster way back to Kashyyyk, she had good reason to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Commander.” The voice had a hint of annoyance in it as Allyson finally pulled herself out of her thoughts. “Oh.” She looked over and took the datapad that the man had brought over. “Yes, I’m ready. Can you go over once again what we’ll be doing?” The man nodded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“The scenario is that we’ve received a distress –” A voice cut him off as one of the other members of the bridge spoke up. “Incoming distress signal, Commander” Allyson raised an eyebrow and looked at the man. “You started already?” A shake of his head and Allyson frowned. “Where’s it coming from?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“From a transport near the outer fringes. Orders.” She couldn’t pass this off, not out here. “We’re fully armed yes?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Yes”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Good. Prepare for combat, load up the coordinates. Send message to any Spacy ships in the area alerting them that we’re heading that way. We’ll need back up. Anything on what we’re dealing with.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The man looked over the signal’s information and nervously chuckled. “Pirates, Commander – just like the scenario.” Allyson nodded. “Well looks like we’re doing it for real, Lieutenant Dan.”[/SIZE]

[member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

He never liked space. He didn't like a lot of things. But what Preliat Mantis, culler of Sith- the Wolf who slayed the Rancor- hated was cowards. And once he awoke from the unsettling shake- he was angry. Angrier than most.

Preliat was an angry man. An unfathomable, deep-seated rage.

And he hated pirates. Preliat sat up in his bunk, and reached under the bed. There was a shotgun, and a pair of crushgaunts, and an axe. But he was shirtless, angry, and all he had to go on was about two dozen shells. He never left home without it. But shirts?

Shirts were gonna stay off. It was pirate-hunting time.

[member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Amari Deechi]

SILVER JEDI ORDER FRINGES
Aboard the Pathfinder


Amari Deechi was many things, but a Jedi was not one of them. He was, however, a Ranger. His time with them hadn't been long, but he'd learned a lot about his new allies and comrades in the brief time he'd trained with them. For one, despite all the technological advances the Galaxy had made since the Gulag Plague, their ships, fighters in particular, were still far behind his native Umbara in their capabilities. Secondly, he'd learned that they were formidable fighters, even compared to his fellows back home.

Something he hoped to improve with the inclusion of his fellow Umbarans in their military.

When the news came over comms that they were responding to an imminent threat, he wasted no time in getting his things together. Once armed and armored, extra magazines and power cells slipped into their corresponding pouches, Ranger pistol in its holster, he made his way to the bridge. There was ample time between his bunk and the bridge, time for him to think back on how for a time he'd considered the Silver Jedi an unfortunate ally. And yet now he was on a patrol ship working alongside them.

For them, actually. Despite being out of the normal chain of command, he was under the authority of [member="Allyson Locke"] , someone who clearly held respect amongst the Order for her abilities in combat. While he'd only met her once before boarding the vessel, he got the feeling from many others that he wouldn't have issues with her command.

"Deechi reporting for duty, Commander," he said with a salute when he reached the bridge. "Where do you need me?"

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Location: Pathfinder
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Amari Deechi"]
Enemies: [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

When Varindar had to get out of the hotel, it always seemed to be for combat sorties. She was grateful for that craft having an ERA-lined hull back on Kashyyyk, it saved her butt (albeit a little more difficult to replace compared to ordinary armor plating). Before that sortie, she was simply cooking some strip loin steaks for the crew, pilots or hangar crew, using pyro as usual when she is in a kitchen. I was once called the greatest rôtisseuse in the Order, they'd better like the strip loin steaks, she thought, while she was in the hotel's kitchen more these days. Plus for some odd reason she was posted on a patrol to fringe space. In such patrols, because she could be called up for combat duty at any time, she was wearing her flight suit in the galley. It was also, for Varindar, an opportnity to see how she would perform as an executive chef, even though the Spacy was not operating a 5-star restaurant by any stretch. Luckily for her, the mushroom and red wine gravy could be served cold or hot without any problems; with the gravy tucked away in a conservator, she hears the new orders being sounded.

"Prepare for combat, load up the coordinates" the PA system blared in the ship's galley, before turning into the following. Sure reheating won't taste as good, but half-baking steaks is no better; pyro doesn't dispense with the non-instant nature of cooking. That's why there was the infrared conservator, which allowed to keep hot meals hot while in battle.

"Battle stations!" she rushed towards the hangar.

"Roger, Hotelier"

OOC: Fighters to be declared next post

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat was onboard the Pathfinder, she was hiding away from her Jedi training. She just wanted a small break and work on some engines, it wasn't anything major like she was running away from responsibilities. Kat was still a Padawan and was new Padawan at that. Instead, she saw this as an opportunity to work with her droid friend, Shorty as she called him, an M1-NI droid which was a new style of droid she made. It was a one off, but allowed Kat to see if she was any good in programming droids and able to make more in the future. Seemed possible for the most part, though Kat thought her droid was a bit too sassy and his dislike for men who got themselves too comfortable around her was amusing though awkward at times in Kat's opinion.

Wiping some grease on the white tank top she was wearing, she looked over to Shorty. "Pass me the hydrospanner." Reaching out for one, expecting Shorty to hide it straight over. Beeep booo bep briiiiip. "What do you mean you've handed me one? I gave it back after telling you to make the adjustments to the hyperdrive. Tell me you did that." Beep, boooop briiiiii woooooooo whiiiiirl. "Oh for... drop the attitude and just give me the hydrospanner, don't care if you have 'perfect' memory system, I gave you it Shorty." Woooohoooo Breeeeep. Boooooooouuuuuuu. "Thank you, told you I gave it back..." Kat snatched the spanner from the droid with a shake of her head.

After making her adjustments, she heard commotion happening outside, stepping out of the hyperdrive area, she noticed everyone was stiff with anxiety. Something wrong was happening, Kat grabbed her hoodie and tied it around her waist as she made sure to grab her weapons as well. Looking over to M1-NI, she gave him a quick smile. "Come on trouble, we've got some fighting to go do." They both made their way to the bridge, Kat only slightly winded from the running, the droid beeping cheerfully as it nosed around the bridge. Commander Allyson was in charge, she gave a smile, she respected Commander Allyson as the woman took good care of her personal ship unlike some other Jedi. She was also training to be a Jedi as well, which was intriguing as the woman was a fair bit older than Kat was.

"Commander Allyson, Kat Decoria ready for duty." Kat said in her serious voice, voice that made Shorty beep all confused by as he rarely saw Kat being serious. "So, who we got attacking us?"

[member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Amari Deechi"]

 

[Tharr Hei]

Location: Pathfinder
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Kat Decoria"]
Enemies: [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

The Zabrak are a species of fierce warriors, and strong ones too. To honor his species legacy Tharr decided to learn more about the SJO army, begining with the spacy. He was posted as a Junior Lieutenant of the ranges boarding force aboard the
"Pathfinder".
Sudently the intercom started to crackel and the voice of a bridge officer send everyone to battle posicions. Quickly Padawan Hei ordered his troopers to enter the boarding vessels in full battle gear and got himselve battle ready.

 

[Lucent Echo]

Lieutenant Commander Jols, Commander of the SSV Pathfinder​

Location: Operations Center, Pathfinder
Objective: Trainer, Glorified Bus Driver (NPC stuff for flavor)
Allies: SJO and friends
Opposition: Pirates

The training took an interesting turn as the frigate carrier began receiving distress calls from nearby within the sector. Yellow alert was sounded, crewmen quickly settling into their actions stations in preparation of combat.

All the while, the young Mon Calamari officer observed Commander Locke issuing orders in response to the crisis, nodding along without anything to say until she had finished.

"Not bad, so far, but we'll probably be tackling this distress call alone. There's a lot of space to cover during patrols, so rarely do we see more than one or two ships tackling a minor disturbance - which is why we use pocket carriers out in the fringe, great for force projection over a wide area."

"Because of your piloting experience, you get to serve as my deputy CAG today. So, how do you think we should proceed?"

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: Operations Center, Pathfinder[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: Stop the Pirates and figure out this Fleeting stuff[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: SJO and Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Opposition: Kooky Pirates[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Staying calm was the name of this game, it wasn’t as easy since she wasn’t the one piloting – she was giving the orders. It was easier to follow someone’s command than be the one commanding. There was a new-found respect for those that ordered her around, for the most part. A hand balled into a fist as she rested it against her lips and chin, her other arm providing support as her eyes moved about the data presented to her. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A familiar voice spoke to her as she looked towards the Lieutenant Commander, the true commander of the SSV Pathfinder. He was her handler for the day’s training and he explained the situation, breaking it down in a lesson sort of way. The way he spoke calmed her a bit more as she stopped feeling the pounding of her hearts in her chest. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Nodding, Allyson looked back at the data they had received. “We have the fighters, split them into two squads of twelve.” She paused and then continue to speak. Use them to cut off the front and distract the pirates while we attack from range. One team escort the transport till it could jump to safety. We need to be prepared to board if the transport is compromised.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She itched to be in a fighter right now, but she knew her place was here. [/SIZE]

[member="Lucent Echo"]

 

[Zef Halo]

SILVER JEDI ORDER FRINGES, MID RIM
EF50 ASSAULT FRIGATE BALLISTA

"They're sending a distress call, cap'n!"

"What?!" Kalyfrax turned sourly red. "How have we been not jamming??"

"Cap-"

But it was too late for the youth, the Muun captain's blaster flintlock showed no remorse as it spat a fatal shot in the youth's chest.

Second chances did not exist aboard the Ballista.

--

Meanwhile at the boarding ramp...

Grinning, laughing and spitting dirty jokes among each other, the raiding party prepared eagerly to meet with fire and blade the crew of the Silver's transport. Hunger for loot, thirst for blood. They would do everything to satisfy their need for greed.

// Be quick, Rohak. // Kalyfrax's voice came through his helmet's intercom. As the dar'manda would lead the boarding party a lot of the responsibility befell upon his shoulders.

Thus, when the ramp connected with the transport and the torches came to work, Rohak Vizsla cocked his scatter gun in one hand and twirled to feel the weight of the vibrosabre in his other hand. The hull was ripped open and the pirates charged in with a furious cry and clashed with the transport's security personnel.


[member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Lucent Echo"] [member="Tharr Hei"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The pirate. A ne'er-do-well who had, at one point, may have had ambitions. Hopes. Dreams. But all of that was crushed when he came through that hole in the wall. All of that was ruined when he came through that scorched hole in the hull. The first thing that came through wasn't a pirate- wasn't a gun, wasn't even the barrel of the gun. It was blood.

Preliat's tomahawk came flying through the debris, smoke and haze of the charge exploded and the pirates came through.

It impacted the first pirate right in his face.

Preliat ran his fingers together, crushgaunts scraping together. He turned a corner, pumping the shotgun.

He stared right at the face of [member="Rohak Vizsla"].

 

[Lucent Echo]

Lieutenant Commander Jols, Commander of the SSV Pathfinder​

Location: Operations Center, Pathfinder
Objective: Trainer, Glorified Bus Driver (NPC stuff for flavor)
Allies: SJO and friends
Opposition: Pirates

Jols nodded, finding her plan sound thus far. While the flight officer was new to the world of commanding ships, she seemed to have a good head for decision making, but the real test came when the enemy started shooting back and decided not to go along with your neatly laid out plans.

"Very good Commander. One modification I'd offer is that the fighters and transports deploy at range from the coordinates of the distress call. Keeps you from dropping your forces right into the middle of an ambush."

"Hotelier Squadron is on deck, and marine assault teams are ready to go. They move at your command."

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Allyson Locke]

[SIZE=10pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Operations Center, Pathfinder[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Objective: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Stop the Pirates and learn to fleet[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]SJO & Pals[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Opposition:[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Pirates[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Things not going to her plan was probably the best way to describe Allyson’s military career. She learned to always have a plan b up her sleeve. Nodding she took in Jols’ modification and realized her mistake with hers. By having them launch at a distance they could adjust in case things weren’t exactly how she figured them to be. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Right.” Looking at their distance compared to the distress call, Allyson figured they were close enough. Fighters were quick, and she had faith in Hotelier Squadron. She counted down mentally in her head and then gave the command. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Launch Hotelier Squadron and the Marine Assault. We need to cut them off from the distressed transport. Hotelier - cut them off and let Marine escort the transport to safety. Be prepared for them to have boarded the transport.” Allyson hoped they had arrived in time to cut them off and avoid a boarding party, but she had a feeling that wasn’t the case. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]A couple of padawans had tagged along for the training mission and had arrived on the bridge. She smiled softly at the pair. “Be prepared to head out as well. If the transport is compromised we might be making a house call.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Lucent Echo"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Tharr Hei"] [/SIZE]

 

[Varindar Asyt]

Location: In space
Allies: [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Lucent Echo"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Amari Deechi"] [member="Tharr Hei"]
Enemies: [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

"Hotelier, cut them off and let Marine escort the transport to safety. Be prepared for them to have boarded the transport"

"Roger, roger" She thus turned to the squadron's comms. "Split into two groups of four, attack pattern delta, drop the payload on the aft quarter"

Now that the squadron was launched, it was time for Varindar and her wingmen to screen the transport, while estimating the flight time to the enemy ship to be sufficient to have one half-power bomblet at the ready to drop on the pirate mothership's aft. Or so the preliminary scans would indicate. I hope we're fast enough to drop these bomblets on the pirates' aft quarter, before they could deploy extra reinforcements onboard, she thought, while approaching the target from behind, with even a half-power bomblet forcing her to maintain some distance prior to dropping the payload. Oh sure, these bomblets have a blast radius large enough to compromise a good chunk of the target's topside aft section, and they made their approach with the transport for cover; Varindar knew that they wouldn't want too much damage to come to the transport if the pirates were boarding it. Once they were in view of the pirate ship, it meant that there could be no way of attacking the underside without hitting the transport, so they had to make a looping before dropping the payload aft, and eight bomblets were thus dropped on the topside aft of that pirate ship, before fanning out on separate vectors, preparing another attack run.

"This is Hotelier: the transport has been compromised!" Varindar thus informed the Marine Assault Group.

Spoiler: Craft

8 Chiloon-III heavy fighters (endurance configuration)

 

[Amari Deechi]

Location: Aboard the marine transport
Objective: Kill some pirates
Allies: SJO
Opposition: CRIMINAL SCUM!


With his orders given, and [member="Varindar Asyt"] in flight with her formation, Amari made for the transport over to the freighter under assault. He locked his helmet in place, activating the internal life support system as a precaution. He didn't expect to get blown through an airlock into the void, but his armor offered the survivability in it, and he wouldn't ignore the importance.

"This is Hotelier: the transport has been compromised!"

The call went over the communications in the transport, a dropship loaded up with several others prepared to combat the pirates, including a fellow Ranger and a fully armored Zabrak padawan. He himself made one final preparation, loading the rifle with a magazine packed with S.E.A.R. rounds rather than typical electrothermal slugs. It wouldn't do to put the crew and civilians at even more risk than they already would be.

Amari held on as the boarding transports took off, chatter between the fighters and the main ship firing off between communications from the cockpit. It was only a matter of moments before they arrived.


[member="Varindar Asyt"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Lucent Echo"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Tharr Hei"] | [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Tharr Hei]

Location: Aboard the marine transport
Objective: Kill some pirates
Allies: SJO
Opposition: CRIMINAL SCUM!

This was Tharr's first mission in the SJO spacy and he was nervous. He check every thing over and over again and still he wasn't able to calm down.
But he was the only jedi here and that ment he had to stay on the front of his men and protect them from the shoots with his lightsaber.
That didn't calm him down either, and neither did the fact that he was leading this operation.
And then it begun, the crafts united and the doors opened.
Tharr was the first to go out, igniting one of his saber blades, he checked for enemys with the help of the Force.

"They are on the upper levels, we are spliting in two teams to cut them from they ship, we dont want them to escape. Ranger [member="Amari Deechi"] you are leading the second team. I'm going to try lure them away from the civilians and you will fall on they back. Letal force is to be used as last resort when every thing else fails, try to capture them alive."


[member="Varindar Asyt"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Lucent Echo"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Kat Decoria"]