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Public Star Destroyer Diplomacy Over Lanteeb

Location: Upper Orbit of Lanteeb, Malor-77 System
Ship: Brawler-II | Adjudicator-Class Heavy Cruiser | In Geosynchronous Orbit with Tallarn City
Objectives:
1. Intimidate Tallarn City into surrendering to Kiemeda.
2. Oversee peaceful transition of power.





Civil Wars were occurring with an increasing regularity, or maybe Jaa Kilian was just beginning to imagine things. A decade or two ago, the galaxy seemed a whole lot more stable then how it was not adays. There were just too many chefs in the kitchen, as the saying went, and now everyone had these delusions that they'd be the next Galactic Emperor or Supreme Mandalore or whatever proper noun title one wants to give themselves. Suddenly, even minor backwaters like Lanteeb had themselves aspiring tyrants with dreams of ruling the galaxy with their half dozen skiffs and pair of centuries old corvettes. They declare their rulership of the planet, and it just so happens that the warlord the city over had the same idea. They call each other names, maybe throw a few school yard punches, raze a farm or two, and then they finally open their purse books and call in the professionals do finish the job.

Once upon a time, Jaa might have moralized over these petty arguments, or bemoaned the lack of action that came with just sitting in orbit - he had his fill of that kind of action at Byss for the next decade, when he was doing work with Marlon Sularen and his "Shadow Association". Now adays, he was an older and smarter man, and all he saw was the easiest credits this month. The story was the same as it was on every planet in the neutral zones, some warlords realized that no major power had claimed their system and decided they would be the next big power in the galaxy. The Galactic Alliance was too far away to do anything, while the Sith Order and Trade League were too busy to care, so that meant the warlords could more-or-less do what they want. No big, bad GA war fleet to come in and tell them off for throwing WMDs at each other, and no moralizing special interest groups around to complain about mercenary companies glassing cities off the face of planets.

Now, that wasn't to say Jaa Kilian was a cruel man at heart - far from it, he loved his crew like a family - but Kilian couldn't exactly make petty warlords take him seriously without blowing up a few cities. It was more-or-less a forgone conclusion that Tallarn was going to surrender to Kiemeda, especially after Kilian grounded their rust-bucket corvettes permanently. His marines were waiting in Kiemeda, keeping an eye on things under the guise of "protecting" the local warlord. Really, they were just there to serve as a reminder that Kilian was always watching.

The other warlord, the one that ruled Tallarn, had made the unfortunate mistake of refusing the warlord of Kiemeda tribute, which sparked a month-long conflict between the two. True to the pattern, they argued, they skirmished, they razed, then they called in outside help. Kiemeda contacted Kilian, and Tallarn contacted... no one, seemingly. Or perhaps they just called in a Bounty Hunter, not quite realizing how much Kiemeda was going to escalate things?

Either way, the conflict pretty much ended the moment Brawler-II arrived in orbit. The warlord on Tallarn was not in any hurry to send their forces onto open fields, where bombers and orbital bombardment would make short work of them. Nor did the Kiemeda warlord waste resources occupying land he believed he would be controlling soon enough anyway. The Kiemeda warlord gave his rival a three day ultimatum to surrender and become his vassal, or Kilian would wipe his city off the face of the planet. While Kilian was willing to do such, he knew that without any unforeseen changes down there, Tallarn would be surrendering at the end of the third day.

Jaa could only lean back in his chair, watching the verdant planet through the transparisteel of his bridge and idly counting down the days until this would end and he got paid.

Tick tock, tick tock, Jaa thought to himself idly.
 
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Arrived in: Oyokai Class Cruiser (KNV Hand of Phyre)

Wearing: Diplomatic Shroud.

Armed with: Herself, Diplomacy.

As it stood, Tallarn had gotten desperate, and had reached out to an especially violent, crazy bunch of feths.

For Delilah, this was disappointing. She wanted her House to be notable, but not as something you turn to out of desperation.

She missed the days when the House had been more focused on safeguarding the Galaxy then constantly going after their enemies. Before Mother's hatred's and frustration ended up controlling her life.

But alas, function was function. In the aftermath of what the House Io Press Corps--

(Narrator facepalms)

(Narrator: Oh dear, these psychos have a Press Corps now?)

-- was calling "The Collapse", Whole swaths of territory had opened up. The House had spent days pillaging, sizing or destroying enemy military vessels from Maw Space. The crew captured, slaughtered, and sacrificed to the wretched Goddess of the House Cultists.

The House had made a few very simple requests for compensation. Aurodium Ingots, Fuel, Jewels...and the requirement to let the Cult set up a church in their city.

Rather than submit to his rival, the Warlord of Tallarn agreed. And one of the House's newest War Vessels, the Oyokai Class Cruiser Hand of Phyre was soon on its way, bristling with weaponry, almost as long as the ship that Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian used.

It dropped out of hyperspace, guns already pointed at the vessel in question. Delilah thought it absurd such relatively tiny ships were fighting over this planet, but soft power was better than no power.

"Attention, unknown vessel, this is the KNV Hand of Phyre. You are hereby ordered to withdraw from Lanteeb immediately or face the wrath of House Io." Delilah said on the bridge, her perfect, gorgeous figure covered by a skintight catsuit of reflective crimson armorweave as she sat in the command seat of the bridge, various Droids with the thinking capacity of Organics maintaining operations.

"If you wish to resolve this peacefully, I'm afraid this may well be your only opportunity to do so..." she added pleasantly. She wanted to give them an out. She wasn't into murder...at least not as much as her brothers were...
 
Location: Upper Orbit of Lanteeb, Malor-77 System
Ship: Brawler-II | Adjudicator-Class Heavy Cruiser | In Geosynchronous Orbit with Tallarn City
Objectives:
1. Intimidate Tallarn City into surrendering to Kiemeda.
2. Oversee peaceful transition of power.



Jaa had been enjoying a nice cup of caf when the alarm came. Bringing the cup back down from his lips, the old captain sighed. Perhaps it was too much to ask for a nice and simple operation. Setting the still warm cup on one of his command throne's armrests, Jaa rose and watched his crew begin rushing about. Lower officers barked out orders, non-essential personnel fled the bridge, and the crew rushed to their battle stations.

"Captain, and unidentified ship has entered the system!" The sesnor officer announced, more out of protocol rather than any belief that Jaa was unaware, "Running identification software now."

"Does it have an IFF?" Jaa asked, moving closer to the front of the bridge. His voice carried in the tense silence as the experienced crew waited for the worst. After a moment's consideration, the officer responded negatively.

"No, Captain. It's IFF isn't on our systems."

"Great," Jaa murmured, more to himself. There were only three identification codes that mattered anymore, and so long as none of those three made an appearance Jaa was still in the green. He watched through the viewport as his ship swung around to face away from the planet and into the vast emptiness of the void. Naturally, given the distances at play here, visual identification was not yet possible - at least for Jaa - but both ships easy had one-another in their sensors.

"Raise shields to double front, order squadrons Aurek and Besh to get to their fighters and launch in a moment's notice. Load all torpedo bay with Mag-Pulse--"

"Captain, identification complete," The sensor officer cut Jaa off, turning his seat around with a manic sort of energy. Kilian hesitated for a moment before finishing his order.

"Mag-Pulse Torpedos, await further orders." Leaving the crew to fulfill that first section of commands, Jaa marched over to the officer to see what he was dealing with. Jaa nodded along with the sensor officer as they looked at the specifications of the ship they were facing - at least as far as the sensor suite was concerned or could see.

"I have no idea what I'm looking at," Jaa declared after a few moments, running a gloved hand over his clean shaven chin.

"I believe it is some kind of cruiser, Captain." The officer responded, earning him a sharp glare from his superior officer. Jaa rose and dusted the front of his jacket off.

"Leave the jokes to the Mess Hall, Lieutenant. Keep an eye out for any tag-alongs or fighters. I want to know when they so much as sneeze in our direction."

"Aye, Captain."

Despite his levity, it was with a slight sense of foreboding that Jaa walked away from the station. While he did not know what a "Oyokai-Class Cruiser" was in relation to the norm, its armament left a pit of worry in his stomach. While initial scans showed a lack of ion-capable weapons, that did not mean they were lacking some trick up their proverbial sleeves. After all, he had seen what ships of a smaller tonnage could do to their larger brethren and Jaa did not intend to die over this desolate rock. While the Brawler-II had this newcomer beaten by sheer mass, Jaa would tread carefully.

"Belay that last order, load--"

"Captain!"

"-- Disruptor Torpedoes into the bays, oh what now?"

Jaa moved to the console section next to the sensor officer, who was peaking around his work station to see what had the comms officer so excited. Jaa stopped next to the young woman, who now turned to face her boss.

"Something to report?"

"Aye, Captain. The newcomer is trying to communicate with us over open comms."

"Play it on the bridge," Jaa ordered, crossing his arms and straightening his back as a woman's voice filled the bridge.

"Attention, unknown vessel, this is the KNV Hand of Phyre. You are hereby ordered to withdraw from Lanteeb immediately or face the wrath of House Io." Delilah said on the bridge, her perfect, gorgeous figure covered by a skintight catsuit of reflective crimson armorweave as she sat in the command seat of the bridge, various Droids with the thinking capacity of Organics maintaining operations.

"If you wish to resolve this peacefully, I'm afraid this may well be your only opportunity to do so..." she added pleasantly. She wanted to give them an out. She wasn't into murder...at least not as much as her brothers were...

It was the sort of cultured intonation that made Jaa's teeth ache and his eyes roll to the back of his head, filled with such languid amusement that made one wonder if they were even aware that person was in warzone. Naturally, Jaa knew better, and remained as steadfast in his worry as he reasonably could Their demands were pretty standard, leave the system or die, you will face the wrath of our family, and on it usually went. Though now he had a name to go with the ship, Hand of Phyre, he could not remember what the "House Io" was. One of the officers were able to somewhat fill in the blanks.

"A collection of refugees?" Jaa repeated slowly, to which the officer shrugged non-committal, evidently not knowing much more than that, "Great, moralizers. Okay, new plan. Comms, patch me through - open network. Helm, left by 53 degrees and pitch back by seven, your reference is that moon. Set engines to half-speed. I want the SCD ready to deploy on my order."

As the crew rushed to fulfill this new set of orders, Jaa took up the communication cylinder and began to respond in kind.

"Demand received, Hand of Pyre. This is the Brawler-II, operating under the legal authority of the rightful government of Lanteeb. You are trespassing in sovereign space and are hereby ordered to leave immediately. Failure to comply will see you ship destroyed and surviving crew arrested. Brawler out." Jaa returned the communication cylinder with a final order, "Don't let them connected directly."

With that, Jaa returned to the front of his bridge, arms folding at his back.

"Helm, check your rudder," Jaa ordered, "Status on the SCD?"

"Ready to fire on your order, Captain."

Jaa gave his signal, and the stealth field shuddered to life. Blocks of seemingly transparent nothingness flickered along the hull of the cruiser as it beat a heated retreat to the planet's moon, eventually seeing it vanish entirely. In the end, the ship was a raider and convoy hunter, not a front line cruiser. Any battle Jaa would win here would be from an ambush, unless his opponent was especially unaware of their weapon differences.




Tags:
Delilah Io Delilah Io
 
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Final Dawn Central Command




D I P L O M A C Y_O V E R_L A N T E E B

FINAL DAWN
MALOR-77 SYSTEM, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES



In the days following the collapse of the Eternal Empire, general chaos had erupted as a considerable power vacuum engulfed the space once occupied by the Eternal Imperials. Local warlords were popping up left and right, with numerous Eternal Imperial officers seizing power for themselves and establishing their own fiefdoms. As one would expect, this would lead to conflict as the once majestic Eternal Imperial War Machine tore itself apart as warlords fought each other in order to expand their power and eliminate their rivals. Since the Battle at Kalidan, the Final Dawn had been carefully monitoring the region carefully watching from the sidelines as these Warlords struggled and wasted their resources.

One particular conflict that had caught the interest of the Final Dawn was an ongoing conflict between two minor warlords on the planet of Lanteeb, both of which sought to seize control of the entire planet. In order to do so, both sides had called upon the services of third-party organizations, with the Warlord in control of the City of Tallarn reaching out to House Io while the Warlord in Kiemeda hired the services of a Mercenary Group known as the Brawler Mercenary Company. The reason for why the Final Dawn had taken an interest in this otherwise insignificant conflict was precisely because of the presence of the Brawlers who once served Marlon Sularen, the incumbent High Regent of the Final Dawn who now stood as one of the most powerful people in the entirety of the Unknown Regions thanks to his large armada.

Throughout the three days in which the Brawler-II remained in orbit of Lantabb, the FDS Watcher, a
Final Dawn Monitor Frigate had kept a close eye on the conflict, eavesdropping on all communications sent across Lantabb from it's position deep within the Malor-77 System where it would remain far from the preying eyes of either House Io or the Brawlers. As a standoff began between Brawler-II and the KNV Hand of Phyre, they would proceed to carefully listen to the communications sent from either ship to the other. Given House Io's violent tendencies, it was clear a battle would soon erupt and as such, the Watcher sent an encrypted message to a Final Dawn naval task force within a nearby sector informing them of the current situation on Lantabb. In the meantime they would continue listening, as the situation between House Io and the Brawlers continued to escalate.


 
Location: Hangar Bay - KNV Hand of Phyre -> High Orbit of Lanteeb - Space
Unit Support: 1 Butterfly Corps Squadron
Objective: Establish Void Superiority
Tags: Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian CETCOM CETCOM Delilah Io Delilah Io

Diplomacy, but with warships and turbolasers.

Chasianna’s nostrils flared at the perplexing thought, but the Butterfly didn’t dwell on the contradiction for more than a moment before donning her battle suit. Humming the anthem of House as she worked, before long Chasianna arrived at the last and arguably most important step of the ritual—putting on and securing her helmet. She carried it out with a quiet, dutiful adherence, the seals giving a soft hiss as a vacuum seal formed to isolate her body entirely from the outside. Then, she ran through her pre-startup checklist, checking everything from life support to sensors and weapons.

Once that was done, Chasianna made her way to the hangar bay.

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Chasianna’s eyes lit up as they took in the bustle of activity in the hangar bay. Already, her senses were coming to life as the cocktail of stimulants and combat drugs she had taken moments before circulated within her body. For a normal person, the amount of drugs she had mainlined might have sent them into immediate shock. However, Chasianna’s implants made it so that the only side effects she experienced were a few eye twitches, which had decreased in frequency as her body grew accustomed to the dosages.

After making her way to the staging area, Chasianna lowered herself to the ground and began a series of demanding stretches to prepare her muscles for space flight and the intense Gs that came with it. Before long, the mission briefing was transmitted to her battle suit’s system, which the Butterfly pulled up on her HUD so that she could read it while stretching.


Establish space superiority. Set a defensive screen around the Hand of Phyre. Anticipate a possible boarding action.

Chasianna’s eyes twitched again as she read it, but her body and mind were primed in anticipation of the violence to come. Standing back up, the Butterfly pulled her right leg up over her head and held the position before doing the same with her other leg. As if on cue, the signal came for the Butterflies to assemble for launch procedures, at which point Chasianna powered on her battle suit’s propulsion system and moved towards the force field that separated the hangar bay from the void of space.

“This is Crescent 18, in launching posture.” Chasianna reported. A moment later, a green light registered in the Butterfly’s awareness. She immediately launched her body into a series of flying somersaults before screaming off into the void of space, propelled forward at the speed of a starfighter by the propulsion system’s howling ion drives. With that, the zero-G Butterfly made her way towards the outside of the Hand of Phyre’s hull and took her place in the defensive screening formation. All the while, information from the bridge was relayed to Chasianna and her sister Butterflies, warning them that the enemy warship had activated its cloaking device.

“Eyes to the black, Crescents.” The voice of Chasianna’s superior—Bellatrix Io—rang out over the squad’s encrypted comms. “They’re out there somewhere.” She added.


 
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"Rightful government? Absurd. The Warlord attacking Tallarn hired you..." Delilah replied in annoyance, the spectrum turbolasers targeting the vessel.

"I have a better idea. You clear out of here, and this ships combined firepower doesn't turn your hull into melted cheese..." Delilah advised. "Who knows? Perhaps the House might give you some small compensation for your trouble."

She received her answer when the ship cloaked. He didn't like his odds, or was prepping an ambush. She cut all communication.

"Tactical..." Delilah called out. "Assessment."

"My scans indicate the vessel in question is likely some sort of prototype or special operations vessel. It's defenses are statistically not as powerful as ours, which explains why it seemingly does not wish to face us head on. It's weaponry is very powerful however, and could likely match us blow for blow in that category. It also has a larger amount of starfighters than we do, meaning we are technically more vulnerable than he is." The Super Tactical Droid Brain that ran the whole vessel answered.

"My calculations surmise that he is fleeing for the moon. There is also one other thing. It's weapons and ship profile match those used by the Final Dawn Navy."

"So is this guy a loner then? A scout?" Delilah asked.

"It is extremely unlikely that the Final Dawn under Marlon Sularen would send just one vessel, a little over seven hundred and fifty meters, to control a single planet, and equally unlikely a pitiful warlord could "buy" their services. Whoever is commanding that vessel is likely an opportunist, as we are..." The A.I. answered.

"An opportunist in a vessel that looks like something the Final Dawn would build."

"It could have been stolen." The A.I suggested.

"Or the man commanding it might be former Final Dawn.

"He did not seem aware of who we were."

Delilah couldn't argue that. Final Dawn definitely knew who House Io was by this point, given all the crazy-ass Joaquin-in-clown paint-level murders they had committed on captured personnel. Real sick puppy kicker chit. It mostly revolted Delilah. Except for the Flamethrower Kills. Those were awesome.

"Approximate destination?" Delilah asked.

"The Moon nearby."

"Set course for that moon. Slowly. We don't have a Crystal Grav Field trap, so I want you to start doing calculations on how to detect it." Delilah ordered.

"And send out a lone scout from the Butterfly Corps."

The Cruiser began the slow trek to the moon. They had their own scouts on the planet in case things went belly up in the stars...

Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian

Chasianna Io Chasianna Io
 
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Location: Somewhere Betweem Lanteeb and Its Moon, Malor-77 System
Ship: Brawler-II | Adjudicator-Class Heavy Cruiser | Enroute to Lanteeb's Moon
Objectives:
1. Intimidate Tallarn City into surrendering to Kiemeda.
2. Oversee peaceful transition of power.



"Running Dark", as it were, was always something of a risky venture in Jaa's opinion. It wasn't some foolish sense of honor that unnerved him, but rather the practicality of dropping their shields in the middle of a "warzone". Naturally, doing so wasn't required per say - a shield wouldn't destroy the cloaking projector like turbolasers or ion cannons - but having shields online and at full while invisible was the space combat equivalent of throwing a stone into a calm lake. As such, the Brawler-II could only burn away quietly to a more advantageous position, hoping it wasn't spotted long enough to escape.

"Sensors, what is the status of the enemy?" Jaa demanded from his command throne, drumming his fingers idly as he awaited a response. Critically, Jaa gauged the temperament of the crew. He was thankfully not found wanting. The Wing Commander was leaned back in his seat, watching his console with glazed over, dull eyes - stricken by boredom rather than fear over their predicament. A little ways from him, the helm casually manipulated the craft's course direction while Lieutenant Boln stood over his shoulder. The Arkanian was Jaa's most recent second, and he trusted her enough to not let the helm go out of their control. It was these three crew members that appeared to represent the general mood - boredom or concentration, with only a few of the newer recruits being excited for the coming engagement. Jaa could almost laugh, had he his way this would be no engagement. He had not survived in the mercenary business for as long as he had by being headstrong and brave.

"Captain, the hostile vessel is giving pursuit. They are moving at a forth our current speed. It does not appear they are tracking us, but following our previous vector."

"Very good, I'd like to keep it that way.

The
Brawler-II continued its steady crawl away from its pursuer, slowly creating distance between the two vessels. The slight sensor flare created by its engines was kept minimalized, under the hope that it would not give the vessel away. It was days like these that Jaa wished he was back on the old Brawler. Though the vessel was centuries out of date, it had all of the toys and extremities a good Captain needs to make a clean get-away. Mines, twenty-four missile racks, and the freedom to run that engine through the deck plates if need be. If the Brawler-II was a scalpel, then the Brawler was a carpentry hammer.

"We have passed beyond the theoretical range of their batteries, Captain." The sensor officer announced to the bridge at large, immediately turning the temperament of the crew. Concentration and tension reigned as Jaa steepled his fingers on his lap. The sensors on the
Brawler-II were truly something else, especially relative to Jaa's previous vessel. The speed at which the sensors could identify and approximate the effective capabilities of a target were the signs of a modern vessel. However, Jaa was ever cautious and rarely trusted calculations when good-old-fashioned trial and error gave more sure-fire results.

"Very good. Helm, ahead full, let's see if they can keep up with us." Jaa ordered, "Maintain present course."

"Aye, Captain."

"Shields, put whatever we have to the rear. If we aren't fully out of range, I don't want that bucket of bolts crippling us in one go."

"Aye, Captain."

The Brawler-II's considerable engines flared briefly, suddenly being flooded with power before the ship took off. Not quite like the bolt from a blaster, more moving like a proton torpedo on its second-stage boosters. Not impossibly fast, but certain more so than it was before. Though it maintained its stealth field, anyone would with a standard radiation-detecting sensor package would have noticed that the vessel had given off an abnormal amount of radiation.

The Brawler-II would need room and distance to engage at its leisure, and this was the first test to see if the other vessel could keep up.



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CETCOM CETCOM | Chasianna Io Chasianna Io | Delilah Io Delilah Io
 
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Location: Approaching Lanteeb's Moon - Space
Unit Support: 1 Butterfly Corps Squadron
Objective: Establish Void Superiority
Tags: Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian Delilah Io Delilah Io CETCOM CETCOM

Chasianna flew a tight screening formation with her sister Butterflies as the Hand of Phyre chased after the enemy warship. The Oyokai-class was painfully slow so keeping up wasn’t a problem. However, in the context of small-scale capital ship engagement, the Butterfly sensed that its lack of speed could prove a to be a detriment, if conditions began to spiral out of control.

“Tactical needs a scout. Crescent 18, you’re up. Set a course for the moon and see if you can’t get close enough to get a sensor signature off of that ship. Report back if you read anything, but don’t be afraid to break off if you start attracting fire.” Bellatrix directed, her voice once more ringing out across the squadron’s ion-scrambled, bio-hexacrypted communication channel.

“Copy that, Crescent One. I’m on it.” Chasianna answered, her nostrils flaring with anticipation as she did. Without hesitation, the Aetharian broke off from her squadron’s formation and willed her propulsion system’s ion drives to full power, carrying her ahead of the Hand of Phyre’s trajectory. Then, she willed the propulsion system’s boost SLAM to activate, launching her form towards the moon with intense, dazzling speed. Chasianna gritted her teeth as the sudden Gs wracked her body, the inertial compensators working overtime to adjust in the process. On sensors, her output would likely read as something much smaller than a fighter, but distinct in a way that might hint at something else entirely.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for her battle suit’s sensors to register a sudden burst of radiation. Chasianna immediately shifted her course to follow its trajectory, before switching off her propulsion system's thrusters and coasting via inertia. If she could get close enough, the enemy warship’s cloaking device would no longer be relevant. It would only be a matter of her following its signature while periodically reporting her location back to the Hand of Phyre.

“Have Tactical get a lock on my signature.” Chasianna reported via the squadron’s communication channel. “If they can get a firing solution a couple megalights ahead of my trajectory, there might be a chance we can end this right now.” The Butterfly hissed.


 
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Delilah was there to recieve Chasianna Io Chasianna Io 's transmission just as the bridge crew reported a very miniscule flare.

(THIS Plays)

"The small radiation flare we detected is not enough for me to pinpoint the enemy vessel's location." The Hand of Phyre's A.I. announced. "I am calculating feedback from the radiation detection and overlapping it with our initial scans of the vessel before it went into stealth mode, and using it to triangulate possible approach vectors to the moon based on the approximate direction the radiation was released into. I believe this is a sign they may have increased their speed significantly."

"Hmm...we should be cautious...Get a firing solution for our concussion bomb..." Delilah ordered. "Don't take us too far from the planet...If he wants to do his job, sooner or later he will have to attack if he wishes to dislodge us. Keep our vessel close over the city that hired him. I want our sensors to study the effects of the bomb on the environment around it. Try and scan for the way the blast wave spreads out, and if anything obstructs the wave, salvo the approximate position where the obstruction occured with concussion missiles."

"By your command, Delilah."

A three tap signal was transmitted to Sanura, telling her to subtly pull back, but make it look like she was losing track of them. The Concussion Bomb was launched a few megalights ahead of the position she had given, the A.I. having made extra calculations to account for the time between detection, orders being given, and then carried out.

"My conscience hath a thousand several tongues..." Delilah spoke as the bomb was launched.

"And every tongue brings in a several tale..."

The Bomb raced to it triangulated position. From where it was, the ad hoc depth charge wouldn't be close enough to truly damage the vessel, but hopefully catch the ripples effect against it's hull so they could better hit it with the real attack if this one succeeded.

"And every tale condemns me for a villain..." she said as the bomb detonated. (The Bard: 2000 XP)

In the meantime, a combat shuttle was launched from the cruiser to the city below...

Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian
 
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Final Dawn Central Command




D I P L O M A C Y_O V E R_L A N T E E B

FINAL DAWN
MODDELL SECTOR, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES



As the situation between House Io and the Brawlers further escalated, the message sent by the FDS Watcher would be received at its intended destination, a small naval force comprised of just a few Corvettes located within the nearby Modell Sector. Onboard the bridge of the lead Corvette, the communications officer was in the process of reviewing the message while the commanding officer of the entire small force stood right behind him waiting for his subordinate to finish his task. "Well? What did they say?" the commander asked. He was wearing thick black phrik-coated armor from head to toe with a shoulder pad containing the insignia of the Hand of Judgement , the High Regent's personal private paramilitary force. "It would seem that House Io has arrived and confronted the Brawlers." the communications officer began. "Given the transcript of the most recent communications from either side, they've already determined that the Brawler's flagship possesses a cloaking device and that House Io has sent a Starfighter Squadron to locate the vessel"

"Interesting." the commander simply replied. "Should we intervene now?" the a lieutenant proceeded to ask. "In time Lieutenant. For now we shall sit and wait, let the Brawlers and House Io do their thing. If we're going to be able to strike any sort of deal with the Brawlers then we will have to make our "intervention" look as convincing as possible" the Commander replied. "Plus given what House Io is doing, I doubt we would be able to stay hidden from them if we moved in proximity to Lanteeb, even with our vast array of stealth systems. After all, House Io has a particular talent in accomplishing feats some individuals would consider to be…impossible." the commander replied. He knew what House Io was capable of, especially after his last encounter with their forces over Tython during the Maw's attempt to destroy the Jedi stronghold. If anything, jumping in guns blazing was the last thing he'd want to do, especially if the opponent was as unpredictable as House Io.

Thus the Corvettes would remain in place, hidden deep within the Modell Sector as they waited for the perfect opportunity to make their move. Back within the Malor-77 System, the FDS Watcher would continue its eavesdropping upon all communications that came from the two rival cities of Kiemeda and Tallarn City as well as from the opposing forces of House Io and the Brawlers Mercenary Company. Sooner or later a battle would begin, and when the time was right, the Final Dawn that would swoop in and restore order to the divided world of Lanteeb as they saw fit, just as the High Regent intended.



 
Location: Somewhere Betweem Lanteeb and Its Moon, Malor-77 System
Ship: Brawler-II | Adjudicator-Class Heavy Cruiser | Enroute to Lanteeb's Moon
Objectives:
1. Intimidate Tallarn City into surrendering to Kiemeda.
2. Oversee peaceful transition of power.



"Captain, sensor contact."

The voice arose above the general ambient silence of the bridge, drawing Jaa from his restless tapping. Dragging his eyes from the ever-encroaching moon in his viewscreen, Jaa glanced towards his Lieutenant. Still standing behind the helm, Boln also turned at the voice, her attention flickering from the sensor officer to Jaa atop his throne. With a small wave of Jaa's hand, she marched to the sensor officer to see the problem. The tension in her expression increased tenfold before turning to address her Captain.

"Concussion mine, sir, approaching on our vector."

"Are they tracking us?" Jaa asked, running a thumb along his jaw as he stared forwards out the viewscreen once again. There was a moment of silence as Boln and the officer argued the point before she responded again.

"Unlikely, Captain. It's more probable that they were tracking our trajectory prior to activating the SCD."

Jaa hummed to himself for a moment before giving his next orders.

"Sensors, are we within effective range of the enemy batteries?"

"Based on current data: no, Captain. However, we didn't pick up a mine catapult on initial scans, so there's no telling what they have in store."

"Very good, helm," Jaa redirected his attention to the officer in question, "Bring us about following the detonation of the mine."

"Aye, Captain."

"Shields, ready the particle shields, on my order. Lower stealth field," Jaa rattled off, addressing the crew members in turn. While deactivating the SCD might be seen as a bad idea, it would become a moot point the moment they raised their heavy particle shields. There was no telling what the mine had as its payload, and Jaa KIlian was not itching to test out the hull of his ship.

"Fifteen seconds to contact," Boln warned.

"Raise particle shields," Jaa ordered, and so it was. The Brawler-II phased back into existence, still facing toward the moon and away from its quarry. For the briefest of moments, a perceivable bubble flickered around the cruiser and the particle shields were flooded with excess energy. IT stabilized just as quickly - invisible but certainly present.

"General brace," Jaa ordered, and an alarm screamed through the ship to relay this order across the vessel. Twelve seconds later, on the dot, a detonation slammed into the Brawler-II. With the bridge located nearer to the stern of the vessel, Jaa and his command crew got to feel the worst of the concussive force. There was a slight shaking that faded quickly; the particle shield held strong.

"Particle shield drop to eighty-three percent, Captain. Rising back to stable levels."

"Very good, shields. Lower particle shields and raise deflectors to double-front. Helm, bring us about over our starboard side." As the moon vanished from the viewport, Jaa was approached by his second. While they had survived this probing attack, her face had shed neither its anticipation nor its tension - a mentality shared by Jaa.

"Captain, I advise we begin scrambling fighters," Boln advised once she was close, voice lowered to avoid the crew hearing her. This was by design - Jaa had a reputation to keep among his bridge crew as a man of action and plans, and it would not do for him to appear weak or indecisive (though perhaps some ego was involved). Naturally, Jaa had considered this option already but dismissed it out of hand.

"Duly noted, Lieutenant Boln. Dismissed," Jaa ordered, barely registering the woman saluting him and walking away. While deploying their compliment of snub craft may give Jaa an advantage, he had no idea what sort of anti-fighter capabilities his opponent had to deploy. If sensors could miss a mine catapult, then what else were they failing to report? Further, if he did deploy the SCD again, the fighters would either need to hold a position in the middle of the void without resupply or cover or follow the cloaked Brawler-II, which defeated the entire purpose of stealth in the first place. No, the present course of action was the right one.

"Weapons, status on our torpedoes?" Jaa demanded of the weapons officers in charge of that specific aspect of the ship.

"Disruptor torpedoes in bays one through four ready to fire, Captain."

"Very good. Target the starboard, port, and topside. Fire."

With the Brawler-II now facing back toward Lanteeb, it was able to fire directly on its distant foe. The four ports to the bow of the ship launched their glimmering payloads: a quartet of blue ion-based missiles hurtling in wide arches towards their target (though to call them "torpedoes" was something of a misnomer; they were closer in size and function to missiles). Two went wide toward the port of the Hand of Phyre, and the remaining two went for the topside and starboard side, splitting their number.




The situation on the ground was not any better than in the void. The warlord of Kiemeda, who had begun styling himself as the Emperor of Lanteeb, was demanding increasingly unlikely solutions to a problem the Brawler marines knew little about. For the Colour-Sergeant in charge of this motley crew of men, the situation was looking distinctly dangerous. He was under no illusion that if faced with the destruction of his flagship or losing a dozen marines, Jaa Kilian would pick the latter in a heartbeat.

When the outdated planetary sensors picked up an incoming heavily armed combat shuttle, the Sergeant recognized that Kilian might not have to make a choice at all.

"Get the gunship ready," The Sergeant gruffly barked into his comm, "I want boots off the ground the moment things get hairy."

"Received, Sergeant," The voice on the other end chirped before he closed the comm. Turning to his gathered men, the Sergeant took stock of the situation. While experienced and relatively well-armed, the marines were prepared to repel boarding actions, not fight in ground combat. They had no anti-armor between them and only a handful of sonic grenades. They could loot dumbfired rockets and detonators from the local militia, but they were still only a dozen strong. Relying on the Kiemeda Militia or House Guard to do anything other than be cannon fodder was a vast overestimation of their abilities. With what tanks they did have out closer to Tallarn City, the situation looked grim.

"Gather 'round lads and listen close. Kilian's got his hands full with that hostile cruiser, so it's up to us to keep these nerf-herders out of this city. Tag 'em and bag 'em, let's get paid."

Whilst the dozen marines prepared to either fight or flee, the local garrison scrambled to their defenses, having spotted the incoming combat shuttle. Its entire airforce - or that which could be scrambled with any haste - raced up to harass and dissuade the newcomers. Z-95s, and not particularly well-maintained ones, moved to intercept.


Tags
CETCOM CETCOM || Delilah Io Delilah Io || Chasianna Io Chasianna Io




  • Cruisers:
    Brawler-II | Operational | Launching Torpedoes

    Fighters:
    6x TIE/ad "Avenger" Starfighters | Standing-By, Ready to Launch
    11x Mankvim-814 Interceptors | Standing-By, Ready to Launch
    12x TIE/ln Starfighters | Standing-By
    12x TIE/ln Starfighters | Standing-By
    3x GAT-12 Skipray Blastboats (Mixed Models) | Standing-By



  • Air Forces:
    3x Z-95 "Headhunter" Fighters | Moving to Intercept Shuttle
    1x GAT-12j Skipray Blastboat | Powering Up

    Ground Forces:
    120x Kiemeda Militia
    25x Kiemeda House Guard
    12x "Brawler Company" Marines

 
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Location: High Orbit of Lanteeb - Space
Unit Support: 1 Butterfly Corps Squadron
Objective: Establish Void Superiority
Tags: Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian Delilah Io Delilah Io

Alone in the black.

Chasianna was far from the Hand of Phyre now, but she didn’t quite feel overmatched, even knowing that there was little more than a small layer of armorweave protecting her vulnerable flesh from the void of space. The Butterfly was a Zero-G trooper after all, put through a regimen of dangerous, demanding training so that she could operate under such intensive conditions. Like the Zero-G assault stormtroopers of the ancient Galactic Empire, she was one of the best soldiers in the galaxy, above the level of a Mandalorian or an elite special forces commando.

Or so, she believed.

“Still tracking.” Chasianna said as she coasted along on inertia. Moments later, her battle suit’s sensors registered a large signature emerging from stealth, no doubt the warship that she had been tasked with following. Slowing down as the cruiser shifted its course, Chasianna watched as the projectiles slammed against the vessels’ shields, causing them to flare, if only for a moment.

As she did, her eyes lit up with the materialization of a plan.

The Butterfly immediately activated her propulsion system’s boost SLAM, launching her towards the cruiser on a rapid intercept course with violent, uncompromising speed. Chasianna’s muscles worked hard to counteract the G-forces assailing her body, which couldn’t be entirely nullified even with the inertial compensators functioning at full capacity. Nevertheless, the Butterfly didn’t let up on the engines as she closed in, only doing so just before she shifted her heading towards where the warship's hangar bay was located.

Simultaneously, Chasianna activated her battle suit’s field disruptor, manifesting a disruptive energy field around her form that temporarily opened a small, woman-sized hole through the cruiser’s particle shields, allowing the Butterfly to traverse through. Then, her retro-thrusters came to life, slowing her for the approach to the hangar bay as she punched through the force field that separated it from the void of space.

Immediately, she went to work.

The weapons on Chasianna’s gauntlets had little chance of dealing noticeable damage to the cruiser from its outside, but from the inside, they could wreak havoc if leveled towards the appropriate targets. They whined to life as the Butterfly came through the force field, before immediately opening up with a blistering hail of explosive particle beams and energy torpedoes targeting fuel supplies, technicians, pilots, and deck crew in that order of priority, with the ultimate objective of potentially nullifying the cruiser’s ability to scramble fighters. All the while, Chasianna took advantage of her propulsion system to fly a circular funnel high above and around her targets, possibly dealing out death and destruction in her wake.

However, Chasianna knew that she couldn’t afford to linger for long.


 
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"Hang on!" Delilah ordered the crew as the Disruptor Torpedoes sped towards them. It had come about fast, the targeting jammers and missile deactivators not having enough time to lock on.

The Torpedoes slammed into her starboard section, and while the Ion Shield took the worst, the impacts still shut down Multiple Electronics and caused explosions on certain decks, and completely disabled the Concussion Bomb Launcher and some of the guns on the starboard section.

"Fire Concussive Missiles, immediately!" Delilah ordered.

The ship launched a single stacatto series of beeps warning Chasianna Io Chasianna Io to get away as the Missiles sped towards the vessel of Jaa Kilian Jaa Kilian

"He knew exactly where to hit us." The Cruiser A.I. announced. (KHAAAAAANNNNNN!: 90 XP) "Communication has been damaged, one of our engines is malfunctioning. He likely has the ability to out turn us."

"What about our turbolasers? Is that bastard still out of our reach?" Delilah asked.

"I am tracking Chasianna Io Chasianna Io 's present coordinates and location, and using the data to extrapolate a possible shooting solution. But given the vessel is still technically out of our range, the accuracy rating is only at forty-two percent."

"Better than nothing. Fire!"

Meanwhile...

The House had not been resting on the planet either. When the alert came that Z-95's had been scrambled, a squadron of Nuetralizer TIE units had been scrambled. Starfighters the size of a TIE Automated Drone, but with mechanical brains as smart and sapient as human pilots, launched from the city Jaa was attempting to conquer. In the meantime, House Agents on the ground began to prepare a deadly incursion into the rival city, armed with advanced Weaponry...
 
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