Test Drive

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


Golan Arms Forces:
The Argosy

• 6x Golanpod
• 1x 500-x Shuttle

2x Light Corvette

4x Derriphan-class Battleship

1x "Ter'Makker" 175m (Bac'Fuca)

• 2x Golanpod
• 1x 500-x Shuttle

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Neldar had sent word to James Justice that he was in need of some help for a little "pest control." Some pirates had settled into Neldar's territory, challenging him, but Neldar had been busy, which unfortunately let them grow a little. They had a sizeable force, but still a little hard to track down, though Neldar had a plan. They liked sacking Neldar's cargo ships, so he set some up that were empty to lay the bait. James sent along a message to Neldar that he had a friend nearby that could be ready when the call was made. The plan was talked over with Thraxis a little time before Neldar would go through with it, to give them prep-time. Now, everything was prepared, and the Transports were in transit. Neldar's little surprise force was ready. He didn't havy many small ships as he didn't want them destroyed or captured in case this all went wrong, but he was sure it would work out.

Then it happened; the distress call came over the radio and Neldar ordered everyone to jump in. The jump coordinates were sent to Thraxis while Neldar and fleet would be first on the scene to start knocking them down some pegs, but he didn't expect their force. It was decently sized, and it seems these pirates knew Neldar liked transporting....good, goods. Worthy goods. And since he got wind of their raids, they were ready in case he did something like this... but they were playing all their cards. As soon as they entered the system, support craft already started hitting them, and Neldar had to bring the ship around. His rebuilt Derriphans would need to take the hits, as his ship was barely designed for dealing with swarms.

"Enemy Captain located, he must be in the big one!" Bac'fuca yelled over the comms as the battle started.

Spoiler: Enemy Fleet

Lancer-class Frigate

1x CR90

3x DP20 Frigate

4x Guardian-class Light Cruiser

• 40x T-65 X-wing Starfighter

Golan Arms Transports:
2x Space Master Medium Transport

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis had gotten the word, he had done what was necessary, gathering a group of criminals from one of the far off Prison Yards, it was the best and most effective way to get expendable soldiers and the Prisons tended to be bustling to the brim with them and nobody ever noticed if one on some backwater planet ended up empty with a few dead guards.

Thraxis laid at the helm, relaxing in a half sleep state before the noise rang, an eye twitching open as the men scurried about, the only actual members of the Cartel being the Pilots since he couldn't trust most anyone else to do it. Not even himself was trusted with those controls, "Advance on the signal, prepare the Armaments for combat." he yawned as his body stretched out, the loud crunch of bones snapping back into place as his knuckles bent against the back of the chair as the men scurried about, setting themselves up as orders were relayed between the group.

After a few minutes of stalling the flare of life began to take shape, a small wisp of light forming in the back, before transforming larger and larger until it formed an ovular blaze, its form cascading forward as the Heart Seeker began to break the stasis of space, becoming a torpedo rushing through the empty currents of space, before finally reaching its destination a little later then hoped for. As they entered a torrent of light began to rain down from the body of the ship, hitting against the hulls of the newly found target. All the while Thraxis took note of what they were dealing with, "Well... Pretty good Pirate Fleet if ever there was one." he said with a nod as he looked aroudn the frantic man, buttons pressing, levers pulling and gears clicking as the light was sent through the devoid of space towards the surprised fleet.

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


Comms started to chirp up on the Heart Seeker, Thraxis' ship. "Thraxis, yes? Grah! Neldar not expect this. Battleships taking position to take hits. No destroy CR90 or Lancer. Lancer can be heavily disabled, but must live. All other ships Neldar no care. Enemy has many Fighters! Golanpods helping with fighters, but still many enemy fighters!" Neldar sounded over. It sounded like Neldar wanted to take the CR90 home, so he would share weapons fire of his Argosy between the CR90 and the Lancer, but the other ships Thraxis could ask to capture and keep for himself if he wanted. The Golanpods were keeping up with the T-65's as best they could, faster than heavy fighters, lighting up their transparisteel cockpit viewports with their particle turrets, sometimes even throwing them off course. Thankfully, there were no bombers, but the DP-20's were starting to shake up the Argosy's structure. It wasn't damaging it, but those missiles were sure giving a pounding. "Thraxis! DP-20 missiles very strong! Target DP-20's yes?" He asked, as his Battleships were trying to give covering fire for the Argosy and Ter'Makker, "Rember, we kill support ships, kill fighters, board Lancer. Lancer no leave or failure - no pay." If they started bringing down ships too fast, the Lancer may retreat. If they killed too slowly, the enemy ships might do enough damage to Neldar's fleet. He brought fewer ships to maintain cost and price of his own men while keeping the pay ready for Thraxis - If there was one thing Neldar could be trusted for, it was that he always settled on his deals. In the middle of the fight, the Ter'Makker blazed between Neldars and Thraxis fleet, trying to get good hits on the CR90 and Lancer engines.

 

[Thraxis]

"Then you pay attention in disabling the Lancer, this ship doesn't come built with paralysis in mind." he responded, watching as the Pilots took note, their heads bobbing up and down in an uncontrolled mess in response, and quickly began to redistribute fire throughout the enemy ranks,a noticeable change as the lights flared all around the place, taking pot shots at all the peppering fleet as they moved about, taking aim for the smaller ones to prevent the enemy from boarding themselves.

As the battle raged on a sigh of frustration ran over him, he wasn't no spacer but he had to at least put up the act of one, "All right then, men, again, redistribution, I want seventy percent fire on the oncoming DP-20's! The rest is to be placed on the smaller vessels!" he commanded as once again the buttons were pressed, the levers pulled and the gears began to churn as the guns twisted and jarred around, sending fire on the DP-20's.

Another message chirped through it seemed the man was rushing about the plan but he could adapt to it, "Look, just go about disabling the Lancer's movement, I will worry about the side projects." he responded as the ship continued its work, another flurry of light blasting through the space towards the enemy vessels with successive force.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


Neldar made the order to get behind the Lancer, believing the CR90 would come about to engage the Argosy in defense of the Lancer. Bac'fuca continued to use his speed against the CR90, going for its engines and trying to take down its shields. All weapons were ordered to fire on the Lancer, and eventually, the engines were knocked out. Unfortunately, Neldar didn't believe he was getting to their hyperdrive. Thankfully, some of the fighters had been swiftly disabled by the Conner Nets and other missiles. "Neldar not ordering Thraxis for disable, Neldar ask Thraxis to handle DP-20, for Neldar not have much offensive!" Neldar growled over the comms. The unshielded Derriphans were being knocked out, though not destroyed, by the DP-20's effectiveness, but were also falling victim to Thraxis' ships. It seems the current casualties for Neldars team at this moment was just some Golanpods, and they were still karking over the T-65's in support of the Heart Seeker.

"Thraxis, yes," a crackly comm spurred up from Neldar, probably their comms array getting a little binged up, "Once finish DP-20's, go to Thraxis Ship Hangar. Neldar will land Shuttle, pick up Thraxis. We board Lancer after pick up Bac'fuca. Lancer can't leave, Lancer power shorting. CR-90 last target, yes!" Neldar sounded happy. The Lancers power signature started to dwindle from so much ionic firepower lacing their hull and penetrating, eventually shutting most systems down. But before anyone could celebrate, the CR90 started opening fire on the Argosy's rear, which had no defense but shielding. While being an absurdly large Ugly starship, shield location wasn't perfect. Power was attempted to be transferred, by the CR90 began doing direct damage.

"Bac'fuca, target CR90 weapons! Gah!" Neldar spoke over their team comms.

"There's too much debris and DP-20's taking up the space, I can't get a clear shot, Neldar!" Bac'fuca explained.

"Golanpods! Bomb CR90 weapons!"

 

[Thraxis]

"Fine then. I will get rid off them in a flash." his expression grew sullen, his head turning to one of the only Pilots lazing about with nothing to do, her eyes widened with excitement as he nodded towards her. Their arm arching up, before slamming down on a button, then came the pull, the slightest of pulls as the ship pushed back a bit as a huge metal slung itself through space, a silent ringing as it collapsed the front part of one of the DP-20's. Then it started to twist and stir again, the large M.A.R.C. 1 preparing for another fire as it aimed at another of the DP-20's.

He pulled up the comms again, "Look, I can hop in another shuttle and get onto the Lancer, but once I have taken out these DP-20's I imagine it is going to try its best to get out of here, you should land on it as soon as possible just to make sure that doesn't happen." he demanded, his head turning as he nodded again, the sound of metal rubbing against each other as the gears began to turn, the M.A.R.C. 1 preparing for another shot as it aimed at the next DP-20.

A few minutes passed, the gun gearing itself up as the DP-20's began to draw their attention to the ship had already collapsed one of the ships, the shields holding off as best as it could the wild sounds of screams and worry echoing through the halls behind him as he watched flurries of light meet between one another while the Railgun prepared to take out another of the DP-20's.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


Finally, the CR90 was slowing its weapons fire, but it wasn't disabled. As the DP-20's started to fall at an insane rate, the CR90 became the coward that it was and powered up its hyperdrive.

"Neldar, the CR is gonna jump!"

"Let CR go, hit those little cruisers!"

"Thraxis is right, Neldar, if the Lancer gets its systems up, it'll jump like the CR. I can handle these cruisers, just keep the Golanpods fighting those fighters, it's hairy out here!"

"Okay, okay. Thraxis, Neldar take Shuttle, meet Thraxis on Lancer. Thraxis ship continue fighting cruisers and fighters, yes? Support Bac'fuca? Argosy keep fighting." Neldar said over the comms to Thraxis, but he already started to head to the hangar bay. He kept his comms on him as he made a ship-wide order to call Ganks to ready and fill a Shuttle. No special forces, just Ganks to kill anti-boarding forces. After he loaded up in the Shuttle with a large group of Ganks, he left the Argosy hangar and headed for the Lancer, hoping Thraxis would be on his way.

As the shuttle exited the hangar bay, Golanpods took up escort positions with it soon after. If Thraxis didn't have any, a couple Golanpods would also come over to escort him.

 

[Thraxis]

"Your the boss, I will keep up the repressive fire, make sure you get there fine." he said before the ship jerked back, another slug sent hurdling towards space, and once again collapsing the front part of one of the DP-2o's. As the gun blazed to life he watched as the shuttle made its way, looking to one of the nearby men, "Do you know who Bac'fuca is?" he whispered, a look of confusion becoming obvious as his eyes darted back and fourth.

"How the hell would I know?!" the man retorted with a brash accent, the clear signs of anger rushing over him as his eye twitched, his fingers and arms in a muddled mess of swinging back and fourth as they fire the blasters on the advancing ships.

Thraxis eyes narrowed before returning to his position, "Was only asking Jackass...." he mumbled, he would have to punish the rash action after the skirmish, but for now, the ship continued its fire, its thirty percent taking focus around the shuttle, covering its assault onto the CR90's position.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


The CR90 was able to jump, but the other cruisers has been affected earlier in the fight by the heavy pounding ion cannons the Argosy got off before taking targets. The DP-20's were down, so all that were left were cruisers regaining their weapons and engines and T-65 fighters, at least half being left, though several captured in Connor Nets. The Argosy moved with the Heart Seeker and the Ter'Makka onto the Cruisers and fighters while Neldae and his shuttle made their way to the Lancer, being able to get into its hangar bay.

"Secure Hangar! Hold for Thraxis, clear enemy shuttles for Thraxis shuttle to land! Enemy outside, open fire when door open!" it was great the shields were holding against the infantry anti-boarding weaponry, but the Ganks were gonna take hits. As the ramp opened, weapons fire went off. There was going to be a good number of crew, so Neldar packed his shuttle full of Ganks. Hopefully, it was enough to get to the bridge. The Hangar was able to be taken and the Ganks took cover, while other Ganks blew up the enemy shuttles to clear a spot for Thraxis, but it was a hard fight. Even with 30 Ganks, their numbers had thinned to nearly half just for this fight

 

[Thraxis]

"Right, well I am gonna entrust you lot to deal with the scraps. Huzzah and all that...." he clarified as he made his way to the hangar bay, taking note of the shuttle, waving it off with a quick slap on the shuttles hull, "You lot better get into the figting. Doubt Neldar would appreciate you lot lazing about." he claimed, heading to one of the stationed ships in the hangar before departing off towards the CR90.

As the door lowered he could see a group of bloodthirsty men start to wade towards his ship, the engines roar overpowered by the squelching screaming that choir from the chanting group, their mass pushing and shoving to get into the ship before the door closed, a few men banging on it with vitriol before it started to climb out of reach, hovering in the air for a few seconds before pulsing forward, heading towards the CR90.


Seconds turned to minutes as the shop closed in, the sound of the choir in the back audible as he kept the door to the Cockpit closed, "Damnit... wish that lot would shut up already...." he clarified, the only calm person being the pilot as he flew through the debris of the battle site, bouncing back and fourth before landing in the CR90's hangar bay, the door swinging open as a seething mass of rage, insecurity and violence made its way through, makeshift weapons in hand as the ones with blaster pistols began to fire wildly with little control, only aiming at the opposing pirates.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]


While the fighting was going on outside, there was fightwgoing on on-board the Lancer. Neldar had enough Ganks to evenly fight the Anti-boarders, but the amount of crew on-board, while not trained for fighting as much as how to control the ship were still gut throat pirates, and they were over ten times the force of Ganks Neldar had. Thankfully, Thraxis brought in some reinforcements.

"Grah! Thraxis! Listen..." he said, taking cover by one of the hallway doors within the hangar which lead throughout the ship, blaster fire blazing passed. "Thraxis go engine room," he said pointing to the stern of the ship, "Neldar go Bridge. Thraxis destroy engines, make engines not able be repaired. Neldar kill pirate Captain, Neldar take treasures. Thraxis also take what he wants. Then we leave, meet back in hangar. But Thraxis and Neldar must leave some soldiers in Hangar to keep Hangar, or shuttles be destroyed by pirates, yes?" He started grunting and givong orders to some of the Ganks, telling at least ten to stay while the rest were to follow him.

"Hey Neldar! It's Bac'fuca," Neldars friend rang over friendly comms, "The little Cruisers are down, we just gotta deal with those fighters."

Neldar stopped to listen and speak over the comms," No, Thraxis' ship and Argosy can handle fighters with Derriphans. Can Bac'fuca follow CR90?"

"More than likely, if they didn't jump multiple times, they're probably makin' repairs. Is that whatcha want me to do?" Bac'fuca asked.

"Yes, use Golan Commandos, take the CR90,Neldar finish up pirate captain. Meet you home with treasure, yes?"

"Alright," Bac'fuca responded, turning his ship around to start tracing the direction the CR90 went, "gotcha, I'll take that CR' for ya." Comms started to be sent to the Golan Commandos as Bac'fuca jumped out of the battle.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis strolled out, one of the first to escape had been taken down with a hail of fire, but still had enough of a body to make a decent shield, with a grab and a haul he forced his hand through the dead carcasses chest, his arm arching following along the spine as gunfire began to subside, being spread across as the seething mass took cover behind some of the crates. He strolled towards Noska, his back bending over to make maximum use of his newly found shield.

He listened contently, a light flickering in his eyes behind his mask as he listened to the maelstrom of gunfire flying overhead and throughout the ranks of both moving armies, "Destroy Engine rooms, got it." he said as he straigthened himself up for a few seconds, his mouth gaping open before snapping back shut, as fast as the bolt came coming, a single Blaster bolt severing the shields head as he darted down, "Oh crap..." he mumbled before standing back up, his helmet visible as a flurry of light brushed off the phirik, his mouth widening once more as he started his declaration, "Men, reak havoc on that engine room! Others, stay here and kill whoever try and ruin the Shuttle!" he yelled, a havoc filled hurrah being echoed as a few dozen men started to rush out of the room, their numbers cut in twain as they rushed.

Thraxis took a quick nod to Neldar, "Don't die." he wistfully said, his boots flaring to life as he began his assault, his body dissipating with a shimmer as light coated his armor before vanishing into a nothingness.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]

Neldar nodded to Thraxis as he saw him push on towards the engine room. The hangar was close to the Engines, so Neldar would have to take some time to get to the bridge. Although, Neldar's job was more simple than Thraxis' job, that is if Thraxis was thorough. Neldar just had to kill the bridge crew,as long as no one slowed him down. Neldar wanted the engine room to be FUBAR, requiring completely new parts to actually do anything, ever. Missing components, smashed power relays, pulled systems, everything. For Neldar, he hoped to leave most of the crew alive, killing the Captain, and leaving the ship adrift, with little to no credits, no comms, and no engines; letting them learn what happens when you try ti settle into Neldars territory.

He grabbed a durasteel crate and held it in front of him, calling to his Ganks, "Gather behind Neldar! Rush and shoot, yes!" he said as he started running into the hallway, Ganks following suite. As they got to the main hallway, the crate started to quickly deteriorate and Neldar had to toss it, throwing it at the enemy crew. Neldar moved to the side and the Ganks opened fire. They were using Golan Arms flechette launchers, ripping through the enemy like butter, but also putting holes in the floor. Thankfully, they were far enough inside it wouldn't cause a hull breach.

"There!" Neldar shouted, pointing at the doors to the Bridge, "Move, take Bridge, Ganks!" they took the order and pushed on, exchanging fire along the way.

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis flung himself through the air, the body quickly breaking from his arm and flapping through the air with limp movements, the gush of blood squirting about before crashing into the ground, the body rolling on impact and landing straight back into the hangar bay with a thud. As soon as it left he saw the carnage, men strewn left and right, heads caved with rudimentary weaponry as he watched the seethed mass advance with no order in mind, the clubs bashing in skull as as blaster fire ran wild around the group before Thraxis descended on the rear, letting the meat wall advance before him.

He took note of their advancement, when one fell, two would struggle to met the head, pushing and shoving before one came out victorious. He watched this vicious cycle go on, the engine rooms voice echoing beneath their stampeded as they approached. Quickly his hand began its rummage, digging through the yellow stained bag for a Thermal Detonator, this was one of the few times he made use, more often then not he had more fun in the fight then the win, but he supposed he couldn't punch the engine room to death.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]

Arribing to the bridge couldn't have taken longer, or Neldar would have had to call reinforcements. There was just so many crewmen. His force of Ganks he took with him to the bridge was almost halved, making Neldar have to pick up one of the flechette guns and start shooting, himself. Usually he held back, letting his men do the fighting as he commanded. Thr Ganks had to be in front, really. Savage, blood thirsty, they were freaks of nature when they fought.

As they approached the door to the bridge, it closed and the pirates behind it locked it. Well, at least this would give Thraxis time to pillage while Neldar was forced to deal with this. He stepped to the side and switched to ammo to anti-armor on the flechette, "Ganks, change ammo, shoot door." Explosive-tipped rounds, made to rip through armor like the anti-infantry rounds ripped through flesh. More designed to make metal into swiss cheese, rather than blow a gaping hole, but Neldar wanted these pirates to know they weren't safe as long as they challenged him.

The group opened fire on the door, behind it enemies fell and screamed. They fired, and fired, reloaded and fired some more. When Neldars weapon was empty, he tossed it, looking to the Ganks. "Neldar take door, Ganks take bridge. No kill unless pirate shoot you. Make Captain surrender." this was going to be the most important part of the mission, and the most hard. Before this, they were just mowing the pirates down, but now they were taking captives.

Neldar nodded to his group and turned to quickly rush the door. He roared like some beast about to maul his prey before smashing against the door. Using his strength, weight, and speed, and the damage done to the old door, ithe smashed it from the wall, breaking it down. Neldar jumped out of the way as the Ganks flooded it, blazing blaster fire to and from the bridge. Ganks fell, pirates fell, but the Ganks overwhelmed the pirates, pouring in

 

[Thraxis]

It seemed that they hadn't the foresight to block up the Engine room, the room's guards holding as best they could, the desperate struggle invigorating their defense as their guns started to carve with vigour through the men, but the minute they reloaded, the men swarmed. With nothing preventing their progress, the savage bloodthirtsty men began to carve with their poor weapons, men jumping and clutching onto bodies like ants swarming their prey.

And then it was done, a few moments of breathtaking carnage, their eyes white with rage as they tore them apart, and once the fools were dead, they departed with speed, not staying around for nothing, rather going off on their own to go and find more blood to spill. Thraxis took his time, looking around and inspecting the engine room before finding the rough center, putting down the Thermal and walking with a stroll as the bomb began to tick, the rhythmic click and clock of its dial as it came to its climax.

A bang, a flurry of flames pouring from the corridors as the ship rocked slightly, lights flickering as he continued his stroll, the comm coming close to his lips before lowering it, "Nah... I think he knows." he conduced, continuing his stroll back to the hangar.
[member="Neldar Poska"]

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Thraxis"]

As the armed crew were shot down or knocked out, and the Ganks filled the room, while some stayed by the door to cover for anymore crew, Neldar was given the all clear and he continued inside. Neldar grinned as the crew was forced to submit. They were pirates, not soldiers. Much like the Ganks, they wouldn't give their lives if there wasn't enough credits on the table, which was their captains downfall. A group of Ganks stood around the captain, keeping their weapons trained on him, but Neldar didn't make it to the captain before the ship shook and the power flickered. At first he thought it was just the generators still affected by the ion weapons of the Argosy, but that was before a Ganked chirped up, telling Neldar the engines were offline and sustained heavy damage. Neldar nodded in approval as he walked over to the captain.

"whatche want, scum? Ye've taken out me fleet and boarded me ship. What more ye want from me?" The captain spoke, "Yuh gonna take me Lancer, yeh? Kill muh men an' take meh goods?"

Neldar punched the man before he spoke another word, grabbing one of the Ganks weapons and aiming it at the captains head. "Gah! Well do i-" boom, four canisters emptied from the flechette launcher into the captains head and the Ganks lowered their weapons.

As the captain fell, a memory core fell out of his hand and rolled on the ground of the bridge floor. Neldar saw it and thought it might hold importance if the captain wanted it. Neldar picked it up and eyeballed it before pocketing it away, and looking about the bridge. "Ganks, search bridge, search rooms. Take all good stuff. Crew of Lancer! Neldar of Golan Arms leave you on drifting Lancer. This your lesson. Next time, Neldar not go easy, yes? Live not here, raid not here." He started walking to the hallway to leave the bridge, "this Neldars only warning. This Neldar territory."

"Thraxis, Neldar done with bridge. Will meet on Golan Arms Headquarters Station, pay Thraxis." he spoke over the comms, noting he would be a little late to the Hangar.