[TGE vs. SJO] Eklipse das Licht; Imperial Invasion of Silver Jedi Charros IV

[Riamah]

Location: Charros IV
Allies: [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Aldrenek Valen"] and allies
Enemies: SJO and allies
Objective: Get landed

As the broke the atmosphere of Charros, a slight bit of turbulence would be felt, but Ailuros knew it wasn't anything to worry about. Nothing at all similar to what happened to her on her first ever flight in a fighter. This was normal. She wasn't exactly empathic, but she was a hunter and a fighter, so could read well enough the body language of her companions. They were scared or at least very nervous about this mission. Maybe it was the foreign ship or herself, but the cat was confident in both to get them down and back unharmed.

The woman spoke with great respect and even called her by a title she wasn't aware she even had as well as how to address herself. The Trianni nodded and tried to give her a reassuring look.

Just before they broke through the atmosphere, the rest of the fleet appeared out of hyperspace and Alema was thrilled at what she saw in space. Line of sight was lost as they went lower and the work the ships had done was clearly visible to them. There was life and there was destruction. Shields had gone up around the separate cities and there was no way her ship would be able to land in one of them now.

In answer to her question of where to go, Alema directed her to the nearest city. Piloting the ship, using her intuition, sight and reflexes to bring them down, Ailuros landed the ship as close as she could to nearest shielded city. Running a quick run through of her systems, she shut the ship down, keeping it on standby to be able lift off quickly if needed.

Standing up, she nodded to Alema and motioned to the rear of the ship.

"After you Inquisitor."

When the woman moved to the rear, Ailuros would follow her and gather up her few belongings she felt she was going to need for the mission as well her short range weapons and sword.

"Are you ready?"

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Location: Bimmisaari - Heading into atmosphere above planet
Objective: Evacuate refugees
Allies: SJO
Opposition: [member="Gideon Bast"]

As Setzi waited for the greenlight on her Talon, she listened to the Red Fleet comm link mobilizing the Rogue Squadron to head out. She then donned black leather flight gloves, momentarily easing the itch of her palms to feel the yoke of the starfighter. The Rogue Jedi Knight, fueled by stimcaf, even smoked a cigarra, a bad habit picked up from Krayiss - anything to distract her from the urge to be in the Talon cockpit. The Force had other plans however.

“Hey Lunelle, you’ve been redirected to refugee duty,” said the engineer. She could tell he’d also been deployed to the last warzone as he had that grizzled combat-weary sheen to his face, a jaded, dejected tone to his gruff voice.

Setzi tried not to look too disappointed, but she had flashbacks of barista duty for weeks on Krayiss. It seems the battlefield was content to elude her for now.

“Come on,” she said to the group of refugees of all ages, genders and species. “And you’re going too.” The copper-haired Jedi pointed to the jaded Silver engineer. Begrudgingly he followed as she realized it wouldn’t hurt to have a co-pilot, especially as they planned to re-settle these refugees far away from the multiple combat zones in SJO space. War had spread across the Mara Corridor, so Setzi planned to take a route south or perhaps northwest to the Core Worlds.

As they lifted out of the atmosphere of Bimmisaari, Setzi remarked to Dru, the engineer and now co-pilot of The Pirate’s Foe, “Maybe Alderaan will take them in?”

“Last I heard, they’d reached their quota for war-torn refugees. We might get there and be turned away. It’s not safe around here, Lunelle. Too quiet. Let’s keep moving south.”

 

[Subject 37]

CHARROS IV - Cathedral Factory, Southern Hemisphere

The hike to the Cathedral factory was one that Tyrian and the others found surprisingly easy. Though there were defenses in place, most of the Silver Jedi Order and the natives were far more focused on the massive fleet of Imperial Star Destroyers hanging over the planet.

Tyrian couldn't really blame them for that fact, mostly because he would do the exact same thing. Briefly he glanced up, his HUD catching small flashes of turbo-lasers and pockets of explosions. He frowned for a moment and wondered if the Silver Jedi would win out the day, but somehow he doubted it. Their defenses were admirable, their people staunchly protective, but the Imperials had the upper hand of surprise. In war the first strike often counted the most, especially when it was pushed on all sides.

He frowned for a moment, then motioned his men forward.

They crested a small ridge just beyond the Cathedral Factory, his head poking up for just a moment to spot a host of guards lining the outer perimieter of the massive structure. He frowned for a few seconds and then motioned to his men. "Take half right, move in when we open fire."

Everything they did from now on would be noticed. Every action they took would have to be done swiftly. The war above was raging, but it wouldn't be long before the Silver Jedi turned their eyes down towards the planet itself. Tyrian pulled the bow from his back, slipping the two ends into place and flicking on the power module before the other members of the Legion quickly shuffled off down and to the left of the ridge.

The soldier took a breath, then hopped over the ridge.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base 'Heckatate'
Objective: Organize and prepare defenses
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] all Silver Forces. Silver Navy Request for Fighters sent to [member="Elijah King"] [member="Relina Zahn"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] all GE invasion forces

Spoiler: Gear

Light Combat Suit, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Flash Bangs

Spoiler: Troop Compisition

SJ/Regulars(6000) SJ/Heavy Weapons(500) Ranger Scout Division(1200) Ranger Combat Medics (1000) Ranger Scout Sniper(500) Infantry Total (8200)

Tanks/Support Craft Composition

Radmada Mortar Carrier (34 total,3 Squadrons of 12) KV-1 Bengal Main Battle Tank (28 total, 7 Squadrons of 4) KV-02 "Sabertooth" Mobile Artillery Platform (8 total, 4 Squadrons of 2) LLV-3 Contegori-class Mobile Shield Generator(6 total, 6 squadrons of 1) Tango APC (28 total, 2 squadrons of 14)

Dusaro was keeping his attention diverted between the Comm's station for any word from neighbouring Silver Jedi Bases. Airbase Kadena was similarly hailed by one of the comms officers. "This is Camp Calypso, i repeat this is Camp Calypso requesting status of Base Kilo Alpha. How copy over?" The message was one that Valkren might receive if he or any of his troops were still monitoring the frequencies the air base had been using. It appeared someone was hoping they still had some form of Air superiority left there. Dusaro was leaning beside the officer when his attention was called for by the scanning officer. "Sir, reporting hostile invasion force entering orbit!" Pushing off Dusaro made his way across the damaged command center and to the radar station. "Showing roughly ten LAAT Gunships, Ten Dropships, reading Four additional Gunships supporting them. Then there is the Six Star Destroyers coming in above their drop point, they are preparing to bombard the shields going by their positioning." Dusaro's face went hard. They had the advantage on ground, even if the enemy deployed AT-AT's. He could manage. But with those Star Destroyers being there, that was a completly diffrent matter entirely. "Get those Surace to Orbit Turbolasers to retarget to the enemy invasion fleet!" Dusaro knew it was important for the SOBT's to target the enemies in space, but they needed those invading SD's down. If they didn't they were in for a world of hurt. When the request got out the cannons would begin shifting their fire, targetting the incoming invasion fleet. At close range they were able to blow away a Star Destroyer with a well placed shot or two.

But that was not the only issue they had, the LAAT's were landing within sixty kilometers of the city. "Keep calling out the situation!" Dusaro said, dashing back to the Communications officers. "Get a message out to the Artillery, tell them to begin dialing in for the enemy landing location after getting into a hidden position, but do not fire! I repeat, do not fire! They will hold fire untill they get the order, copy!?" "Copy sir, giving the Artillery crew's orders to take a hidden position and begin dialing in, holding fire!" And they did so, the Artillery quickly rolling out and taking a position hidden from sight of the invading Imperial forces, several of their spotters going up on a ridge and starting to fine tune their exact location, gradually dialling in their number. When they were given the order to fire, they would be ready for it.

Moving onto the next officer who was giving out orders to the skirmish group Dusaro thought quickly. No, they could not be deployed yet but they could be put into position. "Skirmish ground forces, move into the ravines and prepare for skirmish operations. Tell them to move to point Alpha-Zulu-Foxtrot-Kilo. One unit of Ramada's will move into Alpha-Zulu-Echo-Kilo. Call for lone Ramada unit is 'Midnight', i repeat 'Midnight'." "Copy that sir, giving out orders." The man activated the comm, giving out the orders to the Skirmish forces that were loaded up in the Tango APC's, along with the two Squadrons of KV-1 Bengal MBT's and of course the three Ramada's. They hid themselves in the nearby gulf, using both the sensor jamming from the city and terrain to keep them from being spotted as they awaited further orders. The lone Ramada unit awaited in another gulley down, leaving all their systems shut down and well hidden with camo netting as they also awaited further orders.

When the demand for a surrender came in, the room went silent for a moment. This was not exactly a pleasant situation, but they wanted to see how their commander would respond to this. Looking to the comms officer who reported it, Dusaro spoke simply. "Do we have words for dead enemies? Dusaro asked with a arched brow. From his tone it was clear he had none, the comms officer grinning a bit, switching off the line. "No sir, we do not." Dusaro grinned. "Good man." And the command room resumed with a lively atmosphere. People bustling about as you would expect, it was a freakishly busy place. Dusaro was glad he had a head for this stuff, otherwise the influx of information might make his head pop. There were no major changes at the moment and all he could do was wait and plan, going back over to the radar and watching them land and prepare to deploy. They were setting up a defensive position as he expected. "Keep an eye on them, tell me when their walkers start getting deployed." Dusaro said finally, returning for now to the comms station once again. This battle was only just beginning on the ground. He had the troops on the ground stay inside the shield at the edge of it, keeping their positions. The rest of the KV-1 Bengal MBT's would also flex over to the side where the enemy had appeared, ready for the incoming assault while the Heavy Weapons would begin setting up behind the defensive line at good positions, making use of the rubble to shield them and getting in their ranges now with their spotters. If the GE came in for a direct assault, they would need to be prepared for the grinder. The biggest worry was those AT-AT's the Empire so loved.

"Get in contact with fleet Command, tell them we are going to need air superiority Fighters. Perferably RZ-3 A-Wings with tow cables to help deal with the inevitable AT-AT's. Bombers would be nice but are secondary to getting control of the air space, copy?" Dusaro said, the comm's officer nodding. "Copy that sir! Getting out the message now!" The man said, siwtching frequencies to include the Silver Jedi Navy in orbit. A request for Two Squadrons of Fighters with atleast a squadron of RZ-3 A-Wings was requested. While they enemy had not yet deployed fighters they would without a doubt do so soon and Dusaro wanted to be ready with air support when they did. Considering he had not yet managed to contact the Airbase, he got the feeling they wouldn't be getting any local help in that area any time soon. The next best bet would be from one of the fleets in orbit.

 

[Kaile Vera]

Location: Bimmsaari - Glastro
[member="Kurt Meyer"] | I see you Krennic! [member="Travis Caalgen"]

Before she knew it, Kaile was quickly ushered into the shadows of a shop. There she caught sight of a Duro shopkeeper, his mottled blue grey head peeking out from under the counter. Two patrons were huddled and murmuring low off to the right. Kurt had taken a hold of her arm and placed a hand at the low of her back, urging her along further inside the shop.

"What is going on out there?" The Duro inquired, unsure of what was going on.

"I don't know," Kaile said, in turn, her hands moving over the swell of her belly in mild anxiety. There were refugees scattering about, alarmed and confused.

"I can't see anything out there." she made a move as if to take a peek out the doorway.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: Bimmsaari - Glastro
[member="Kaileann Vera"] | [member="Travis Caalgen"]

”No no no.” Kurt immediately said as he gently grabbed Kailes arm and pulled her back into the shop. She wouldn't have actually left of course, just wanted to take a look, but The Couriers hyper paranoia had now kicked into gear. It was safe to say he wanted nothing to do with any sort of trouble that was happening outside.

He'd heard those blaster shots, he knew what they were.

”Were going to stay puts.” He told Kaile. ”I’m sure whatever is going on the auth-”

Kurt suddenly found himself cut off by a woman letting out an overly dramatic gasp and a quick shout of ‘look!’. She pointed her finger towards one of the screens in the shop, the image displayed there being of half a dozen star destroyers unloading their turbolasers on a planet. Kurt glanced at the image then at the scroll at the bottom.

Immediately he scowled. Charros IV, an important system for industrial production...and also only a skip away from where they were. Had the Imperials come here too? He scowled and looked down, then out the shop window as if he were trying to see something. A moment later he pulled a small holo radio off the shelf and tore open the packaging. ”Kaile can you find the emergency frequency on this?”

She was always better with that sort of thing.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Charros IV​

Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Irina Volkov"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]​

Enemies: [member="Arisa Yune"]​

Objective: Spread piracy​

Mood music: Pirate's Lullaby by Pat Razket​

Aedan Miles sat and watched as the fight started his fleet hovering in the middle ground above the plane of battle his violet eyes watching the movements of each fleet before finally he shrugged and sat up straighter crossing his legs he started to meditate. He smirks as he senses ships leaving hyperspace above his fleet as the small units he had placed on the ships and the droids hidden in the hangars activated rushing towards the hangar as the vessels that had left hyperspace moved down. Freighters and troop transports moving down towards the ships as Aedan pressed a button on his command throne disabling the weapons and shields of the ships he had chosen to take as his own. He turned his attention back to the battleground reaching out with the force he allowed the presence and benefits of Battle Meditation to wash over the commanders and gunners of the Galactic Empire fleets. It also followed upward and washed over the Red Fang and Clan Akaata Militia members that were boarding as this all happened one of his men sent a single message to The Sith Empire and its leader [member="Darth Carnifex"]. Before the man a holographic image of Aedan would appear calmly looking at a holo table that showed the battlefield looking up the hologram spoke clearly a prerecorded message. "Kaine I am beginning my portion I would like to request that you send a force to the planet Eclipstica to assist in its defense for fear that the cowardly Silver Jedi send an attack after a planet I rule. I have advised my men to be prepared for your arrival and the armada as defense will be prepared to defend when you arrive."

A new live communication was sent to one Grand Moff Graf as a real time hologram of Aedan Miles appeared his silver eyes closed as he spoke calmly to the man. "Grand Moff Graf I am beginning early stages of piracy in this war I would like to request that your forces not fire on my fleet their IFF's will be switching to those of the Corsair Fleet shortly. We are situated above the plane of battle at the following coordinates." As the statement was finished the coordinates for the force he lead would appear before the man and the IFF signature of Aedan's fleet switched to those of a new unknown group changing from Blue for the SJO and Red for the Galactic Empire to a Yellow color that would bear the markings of an unknown force.

Fleet:

Spoiler

Werda Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer (2000 meters)
24 Saotome Bombers
44 Satome Gunships (Replaced 12 heavy dropships with them)
14 Umbra-class dropships

Disruptor Sionoma-class Star Destroyer (2000 meters)
2x Squadrons of Devastator Mk 2
2x Squadrons of E-wing Defenders

Disabler Immobilizer 419-class (1500 meters)
3x squadrons Wroshyr-class Assault fighters
4x squadrons of Monsoon-class fighters
3x Squadrons of Freefall bombers

Shadow and Night 2x Okami-class Heavy Cruisers (1000 meters each 2000 total)

Drake, Hatchling, Wyvern, and Draco 4x Meteor-class Assault frigates (250 meters each 1000 total)

48x Basalisk War Droids each

 

[Kiran Arlos]

Location:ISV Resolute-
Allies- [member="Zeradias Mant"]/SJO
Equipment:Armor/Blaster Rifle/Training Saber


Kiran walked down the long hallway, the sound of his boots hitting the floor echoing down the hallway. Making his way to the hangar to join with the Marines, a few Iron Legion Auxiliary members following him. While Kiran wasn't in command of anything at this point, what Iron Legion members were available would follow the command of Admiral Mant, and as of right now would go down and assist the Refugees and aid them as best as he could. Kiran and company entered the hangar as they stood by a transport ship designated to take them planet side, however Kiran tapped his comlink first ensuring connectivity as he got in touch with the Admiral.

"Admiral, Auxiliary Arlos speaking, myself and a handful of Iron Legion members will be heading planet side, if you have need of us elsewhere let us know sir." The young man spoke as he glanced up in front of him as a few more transport shuttles were beginning to take off. Kiran glanced to several others as they began to climb aboard the shuttle. And they would begin their descent. He was sure if something came up he would let them know.

 

[Douglas Starwind]

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base. Moving Out into the City.
Objective: Go to the city to assist the SJO Medics, explore, and help defend against any surprise ground forces
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Dusaro Dresari"], all Silver Forces and Allies
Enemies: Galactic Empire invasion forces

Spoiler: Gear

Jedi Tunic and Robes, Lightsaber

With the commander dead and his secondary out of commission for the time being, It had been decided that Doug's fellow Padawan Dusaro would take charge as an acting leader of sorts over the troops stationed at the base. He had experience with these sorts of affairs after all so there didn't seem to be any other option. After a rousing speech that Doug would clap a little towards, Dusaro had begun mobilizing the troops into their roles. It would soon be time for a fight to go down in their minds.

Doug had sort of been observing as all of the troops began to ready themselves for when the enemy landing crafts would inevitably arrive on the planet's surface. He had figured for a moment that maybe he would just assist the troops with any fighting as necessary, but Dusaro had actually approached him with a specific objective in mind. He was wondering if Doug could actually go directly into the city to help with the Medics and possibly defend the city in case the enemies had gotten there somehow.

Doug wasn't sure how he could really help the Medics beyond maybe using the Force to help build any first aid stations faster. He had not learned much of anything about how to use the Force for healing purposes beyond being aware that such an ability exists, but he would wanna assist in any way he could. Given Dusaro's comment about having two Jedi in the city, Doug did think that maybe he could figure out why Grandmaster Arisa Yune had been unable to respond to Dusaro's call a moment ago. He may not have been very acquainted with her at this point, but he still hoped that she would be okay. The Silver Jedi needed her after all.

Doug had pondered over what he would do. He wanted to make sure Dusaro would be okay and they certainly would be more dangerous to any foes if they were working together, but Dusaro did also seem to have things under control at the base and plenty of help already. "... I need a moment to think it over." Doug said to Dusaro as he walked away to think. Dusaro had continued with any preparations while Doug muttered a bit over indecisiveness. When Dusaro was free, Doug had approached him again, ready to speak. "Well, Mr. Big Time Commander... If you think I'd be good for it, I can lend the Medics my aid. Could maybe have a look through the city as well." He finally said after a lengthy pause, adding a slight friendly quip to it to ease his nerves. It helped a little... With his words out, he would ready himself to head off.

After a moment, Doug walked up to Dusaro one more time. "... Take care of yourself, man. Things are gonna get rough... And also... I won't let you or anyone else down." He said in a quiet tone before he left the base and began to head out to the city to aid the Medic squad. He had heard a bit of the screaming over the communications before Dusaro had it changed as he went outside. He took in another breath. The air was arid, giving him a feeling almost like the home he left behind, and a feeling of loneliness he had not felt in quite some time came over him. At least he would find some friendly company in the city... Or at least what was left of the city.

Doug was able to make a relatively easy trek to the city, the ease of which made him a bit nervous, and the sight was not a terribly pleasant one. There were many large buildings, factories of the sort, that now laid in ruinous condition and he could see many of the Medics and other Regulars scrambling about to set up first-aid and help anyone that could be found. The sight of the city sickened him. Why did things have to end up this way? Did these Imperial... People if he could even call them that really think they were doing the right thing by terrorizing this planet? Was there really no better course of action? His eye twitched and he clenched his fist as a feeling of rage boiled up inside of him, but with a few deep breaths, he managed to lay it to rest for now. Such feelings would do him no good. The matter was that he and the others had to assist in any way they could. He went over to some of the Medics and began to aid them with whatever he could.

 

[Enara]

{3}​

Location: On the Surface of Charros IV​

Objective: Disable Planetary Defenses​

Allies: The Galactic Empire, Ailuros, Aldrenek Valen​

“Thank you, Overseer,” the Inquisitor responded as the woman waved her off the shuttle. She moved quickly from her seat to the surface of the planet, coughing at the dust that had been disturbed, it formed vast clouds lingering in the sky, intermingling with the smoke rising from the fires. She turned her attention to the Special Agent, now that they were in the sunlight, she recognized the man who she had largely ignored previously. “Agent Valen,” she said, a little surprise in her voice, “I’m surprised I didn’t notice you sooner,” he asked her how she was feeling and she shook her head. “I want this mission to be over with, and I want the Jedi stranglehold on this planet broken. Today.” She wasn’t in the mood for small talk, which was very evident in her tone. She had work to do.

She was dressed in simple black armor, enough to stop a few blaster bolts but not good for much else. Fortunately, the armor’s light protection was made up for by the fact that it was considerably less conspicuous than perhaps anything else she could have worn, having much more in common with an insignia free uniform than actual defensive wear. Over it, she had a simple grey cloak featuring a hood, she tied the cloak to cover her more completely as she examined the situation. The city was shielded, but it seemed to be designed to prevent energy weapons or vehicles from entering, it seemed she could walk through it unimpeded. Great. She opted to leave the hood down, fearing it would only draw more attention than it would disguise her, besides, no one here had any idea who she was, nor did they have reason to. She was but a lowly Initiate.

“I’m going to see to those shields, there must be a generator somewhere in the city. I’ll find and destroy it. I’m sure that you have your own orders to attend to,” she said addressing the Overseer. Normally she would have been dispatched separately, but the woman’s personal ship was considerably less likely to draw enemy fire and she couldn’t fly herself so… it left the Inquisitor with few options. She began to move towards the city, intent on finding and destroying the local shield generator, when the skies darkened with the advent of several Star Destroyers, their shields flickering as they burned their way down through the atmosphere, no sooner had they began their approach then it seemed the planetary weapons system redirected their fire at the hulking vessels. If those Star Destroyers go down, countless thousands will die. The thought was terrible, there had already been such a huge loss of life. She turned back to the ISB officers, “Change of plans,” she said pointing to the nearest tower, just inside the city shield. “I’m going to take out those towers, I’d appreciate any cover your squad can provide Overseer,” she sighed, moving again in the direction of the city before looking over her shoulder, her voice a little anxious, “for the Empire.”

 

[Eugen Aker]

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Location: [SIZE=10.5pt]Xcan[/SIZE] Workshop
Objective: Evacuate to Kadena
Allies: SJO [member="[/FONT][/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][COLOR=#ffffff]Valae[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=12px][COLOR=#ffffff][FONT=Arial] Kitra"][/COLOR]
Opposition: GE [member="Tanomas Graf"]

Prelate Zerrid swiveled her head around before answering Kaiza through the protocol droid with them, taking stock of the situation. “There are subterranean access tunnels that lead to the surface. Follow me.”

The large insectoid quickly strutted off on those long tapered legs with her entourage in tow, forcing Arisa to break out into a jog to keep up.

All around them the rumbling and screeching had increased, and there was now a whole cacophony of clicks as the Xi Charrian workers above and around them started rushing toward exits from the factory floors. The only thing more important to a Xi Charrian than work was their health. Injured Xi Charrian usually went into [SIZE=10.5pt]self exile[/SIZE] in the event of serious injury, never to step foot in a factory again. A most terrible existence for a Xi Charrian, akin to eternal damnation.

It was a good thing they had gotten their move on, or the small party would have to contend with the stampede of the workers to leave the floor.

At the end of the level, they passed through heavy sliding doors into the access tunnel, dimly lit by blue light strips. Aware of the fleeing workers on their heels, the Prelate and other Xi Charrians increased their gait to a [SIZE=10.5pt]canter[/SIZE]. Arisa was now practically sprinting, dipping into the Force to maintain her speed. The poor protocol droid that had been accompanying them was left in the dust, soon lost in the sea of workers right behind the party.

About the whole [SIZE=10.5pt]way way[/SIZE] to the surface exit, her neural implant was flooded with all sorts of alerts and hails trying to get her attention as Grandmaster, but her attention was consumed evacuating the Prelate and escaping the factory.

A few more minutes of running, and then they finally reached an incline that led to [SIZE=10.5pt]a set of heavy double sliding doors[/SIZE], lighting flooding inside the tunnel as they opened.

They had escaped, but Arisa felt no sense of relief as she was introduced to the hellish scene of the surface. There were great fires off into the distance, dark skies clouded by smoke. Against the ashen backdrop, bright lances of laser fire stood out as they flew toward their targets.

In the Force, disturbances [SIZE=10.5pt]continously[/SIZE] flared up with each life taken, and from the hysteria of victims overcome by grief and anger. As an empath, she would experience their pain as her own.

These were sights and sensations were all too familiar to the Jedi Master, but it never got any easier living through the chaos and brutality of war. Her eyes watered, but she quickly blinked away the moisture as she maintained her composure. She would do nobody any favors breaking down here.

Prelate Zerrid maintained her canter, now for the landing pads, but would stop as they came to find almost all the shuttles and Starships destroyed, including the Prelate’s own [SIZE=10.5pt]courier[/SIZE].

Arisa grimaced as she slid to a halt, presented with a new obstacle.

“Hold up,” she told everyone, “I'll see about getting us a new bird, but we may have to hoof it out of here to a shelter or Kadena. Until then, get some cover and sit tight while I figure something out.”

The cyborg crouched behind low wall bordered the devastated lot, then tapped into the local battle net over her implant.

<Sparrow (Arisa) to Garuda (Kadena Air Command), checking in. How copy?>

<Talisman to Sparrow, I read you loud and clear. Glad to hear from you, we were worried something had happened.>

<I'm fine, though the buildings around me have been shot to hell. [SIZE=10.5pt]I'm need[/SIZE] immediate air evac for 7 VIPs, and I need it like 15 minutes ago.>

<We’ll work on scrambling something for you, but the air space is hot. I might need to you move from your position as the factories are being focused for attack by ground and air.>

<Okay, now just give me the short of it. What are we dealing with right now?>

<GE came out of nowhere and started dropping troops and hardware after [SIZE=10.5pt]a round[/SIZE] of orbital bombardment. They're now converging on the factories they didn't destroy. There are lots of friendlies near your position, though, so you have some breathing space. You may be able to reach them on foot.>

<I'll keep that in mind. Now get that evac ready, then drop it on my position.>

Call with the local air commander done for the moment, she looked to Kaiza and the Prelate.

“Help is coming, but it will take some time. It's best that we move to out of the immediate vicinity of Xcan and link up with local forces and the Rangers.”

From under her green bomber jacket, she pulled out her trusty [SIZE=10.5pt]shattergun[/SIZE] from its shoulder holster as she stood up away from the wall. The sidearm wasn't much in itself, but she was surgical with the thing with the aid of the Force and her implants. The only thing more deadly than a Jedi Battlemaster was a Battlemaster with a gun.

“We’ll take it slow and move cover to cover across the streets until we find a good stopping point for [SIZE=10.5pt]exfil[/SIZE]. I'll take point. Kaiza, cover our rear.”

Zerrid began to click in response. Arisa couldn't understand her words, but by [SIZE=10.5pt]gleaning[/SIZE] the surface thoughts of the Xi Charrian leader, she could see that her counterpart was going along with the plan.

The Prelate made [SIZE=10.5pt]another[/SIZE] series of loud clicks directed a pack of factory security droids passing near their vicinity, a quartet of Vulture droids in walker mode. Heeding the call of their master, they quickly moved to form a protective perimeter around the group. The extra droid muscle was a surprise, but a welcome one at that.

She slipped between the legs of the lead droid, eying a street corner in the distance before she began to dash. Along the [SIZE=10.5pt]way[/SIZE], she expanded her senses and utilized her implant to be kept alert to shifting friendly and enemy positions.

(I had this post on the backburner, I just wanted to get this last [SIZE=10.5pt]one off[/SIZE] before I went on hiatus. Apologies for the lack of tags.)

 

[Caesar Valen]

Accidental Post with wrong character, please disregard.

 

[Aldrenek Valen]

Location: On the Surface of Charros IV
Objective: Disable Planetary Defenses

Allies: The Galactic Empire, Ailuros, Alema Valla

"Copy that, okay team fan out, Tess you're with me, Baldwin you're with Cassius flank the tower, and provide covering fire." Special Agent Valen shouted over the sounds of blasters, and ships flying by in an epic struggle of ideologies.

"Yes sir!" His team said in unison as they fanned out.

ISB agents had been trained to torture, sabotage, and assassinate, but battles was a skill many did not know they possessed. Most ISB agents were taken from various branches of the military. Valen was recruited from the Stormtrooper Corps three years earlier, Tess was a TIE Pilot, and Baldwin, and Cassius were both former army troopers stationed on Kamino. All had their experiences that made them stand out from the rest, and become the best.

The Silver Jedi's forces began to open fire upon Alema as she ignited her lightsaber and rushed the tower. The ISB agents took their positions behind cover and began opening fire. Aldrenek aimed his DLT-19, and opened a hailstorm of lasers tearing two SJO troops to pieces as they fell from their elevated positions. Tess aimed her E-22 as reinforcements came, and gunned them down with her twin barrel blaster. The right flank of the tower was clear, as the Inquisitor Initiate dashed to take out the tower. Baldwin, and Cassius watched her left flank which was clear, but they aimed down the sights of their E-22 at all times; ready to provide support at a moment's notice.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Charros IV System
Objective: Still Firing on Graf Star Destroyers with artillery ships, receiving news of Aedan's betrayal
Allies: Silver Jedi, Iron Empire,
Enemies: Imperial Remnant, First Order, [member="Aedan Miles"],
Equipment: Phrik Combat Body, Chameleon Cloak, The Black Staff of Power, Armored Vong Biot, Sliver of Light, 2x Heavy Magnetic Revolvers with Neuranium Pellets, more and links to be added later during actual deployment
Forces:

Spoiler

Raiding Fleet- Large Number of Abregado War Galleys along with compliments of Discus Volantes Corvettes, Squadron of 5 Eclipse Corvettes, carrying Mechanical Dragon Starfighters, and escorts of Wyvern-class Drones, Some Hunter-Class Heavy Cruiser and a Single Vindicta-class Star Destroyer (Supplied by the Firemane) carrying Buzz and Shield Leech drones
Literal Imperial Remnant Fleet- Large numbers of found and scavenged Imperial warships from the time of Galactic Civil War and its aftermath period, restored and repair to working condition, now crewed by mix of droids and organics. Actual classes with links and numbers added later when this writer will have more time and energy.

"My lord unknown ships have entered the system, they seem to try to conduct boarding action on Silver Jedi Order. Vessels under the command of Aedan Miles switched their IFF codes to those of Corsairs, according to our databanks."

HK turned from the viewport of the ship he was currently onboard to look over the holographic map,

"So he decided to finally extinguish what remaining honor he had during a battle, the coward that the boy is."

The droid muttered to himself as his calculations showed him clearly what Aedan was doing, an act that HK found despicable, but he had little love for pirates and even less for oathbreakers, especially those compared to proper mercenaries like the machine.

"Your orders?"

"Keep focusing our anti-capital ship fire on the Galactic Empire vessels, we need their defenses weakened, as repugnant his actions are, there are bigger threats on the field we need to feast upon first. Have the nearest Galley task force move into position near the boarding dropship and shuttles, act like we have not noticed or do not know what his plan is, if his ships turn into position to fire upon us then return fire focusing on his troop transports, Galleys will have an easy time picking off smaller targets and it will prolong his plan, it should buy us enough time to engage in counter-boarding and conduct emergency hyper-pull if necessary."

The droid explained to his officer who relayed the machine's orders to the other commanders stationed under the droid,

"If the coward will leave me no choice then I will deal with him personally before the day is over, it will be a costly distraction but it was a long time coming I suppose."

HK turned towards the holoprojector once more,

"Otherwise, he might be able to escape today but he made his choice, he chose to contribute into barbaric burning of worlds and spilling innocent blood. I will make him choke on his blood and the allegiances he chose, for this lack of honor and treachery he will pay."

The droid's photoreceptors whirred as his vision zoomed in on the holographic projection of Aedan's fleet on the map.

"Droids do not forget."



HK would turn to his officer then,

"And connect me to the Hapes forces,"

The officer nodded with a short,

"Aye-aye,"

As she opened up a channel for the droid to sent out a transmission to [member="Relina Zhan"],

"Hapes Fleet aligned with the Silver Order, I am the Iron Lord Protector Above Abregado participating in this battle protecting my assets on your planets. There is a taskforce of enemy capital ships and gunship-corvettes currently stationed in Charros orbit,"

He sent out an image from his holoprojector, referring to the corvettes under the command of [member="Adron Malvern"],

"I suggest you relocate resources to bombard them and try to clear the air. Currently they will interfere with our own starfighter forces and troop transports we could sent to reinforce the garrison on the planet. I could spare a couple task forces of corvettes but my own proper anti-capital weapons are too busy dealing with the Remnant ships farther away from the orbit to fully focus on it personally. Also if you could send me a list of other Silver commanders and task forces deployed in the area that will be greatly helpful towards coordinating with the remainder of your forces."

 

[Eri'anya Forr]

Location: Bimissari Refugee Camp
Objective: Defend the refugees - Lock down the camp
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order - [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"], [member="Charity Luckless"]
Enemies: The Galactic Empire - [member="Gorba the Hutt"]


"Right away, Master Kitra!"

Eri'anya bowed her head, tugged lightly on the loose sleeve of Charity's cloak. Her eyes were hard as durasteel as she met the Knight's gaze, shooting the violet-haired Knight a look that eliminated any need for words. Keep them safe! She took off running. The sight of the tall Jedi, sleeping infant clutched to her chest, had been all the reminder she needed, she could not afford to lose today. There were families here! Children! The Empire could not be allowed to spill a single drop of innocent blood, not while she could still stand.

The small Knight darted past clusters of refugees, eyes constantly moving as she looked out for anything that was amiss. Her duties at the moment were preventative in nature. "Lock down the camp," that was her mandate, but Eri'anya was feeling uneasy. Charity had felt a disturbance in the force, and not once since the day they met had a single one of the omens failed to hold up under inspection. Something was about to happen, something bad. Eri was confident that her true role in the events to come was to stop it.

The Jedi shook from her reverie, stopping in her tracks to respond to the panicked calls of an alien to her left. The fear in his voice was evident, but the poor man had reverted to a language that she could not understand. Not having time to retrieve her datapad from the pouch hanging from her belt, the Jedi clapped what she hoped was a comforting shoulder on both of the frightened man's biceps. "Please calm down! Point the way!" To make her intentions more clear, Eri pantomimed the act of pointing her finger to the side.

Recognition flashed in the man's eyes, and he immediately turned on his heal to point at a scattering group of frightened men, women and children. Eri narrowed her eyes, gaze zeroing in on a cloaked figure behind the chaos. He had just deposited some form of spherical device in his wake, his gait uninterrupted by the task. Clearly someone had seen him, and Eri silently thanked the force for this incredible opportunity to prevent this needless bloodshed.

She broke into a sprint, a saber hilt clutched tightly in her fist as she closed the gap between her the device. Her instinct was to chase after this monster and cut him down at the knees like the rabid hound he was, but her brain urged her not to lose sight of the thing he had left behind. There could be others, and she would accomplish nothing if she charged in blind.

In seconds she was at her destination, sliding across the ground on her knees to take hold of the sphere before her. Her heart sank in horror as she looked at the thing in her hand, bringing a slender finger to forward disengage the charge on the device. It was simple and small, with a relatively simple mechanism of activation, but that did little to comfort the Jedi Knight. That only meant that the timer would be fast, and there would likely be many more. She needed to do something now!

"Hey!" In a flash she was running again, hitting top speed as she sprinted for the retreating figure before she lost him. She knew it was foolish to feel this way, willing her tunneling vision to refocus as she relaxed her gritting teeth. It was hard to calm down in the face of this depravity, however. These people were innocent, and this thing was going to just kill them all!

"Stop right there!" She was finally in range, the crackling purple of her saber flaring up between her and her target. It was everything she could do not to put him down after literally witnessing his actions, but it was not the Jedi way to strike any man, even an evil one, in the back.

 

[Kaiza Pawaro]

Location: Xcan Workshop
Objective: Moving to Kadena
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"]


Rushed footsteps quickly followed the Prelate and Grandmaster Yune. Green eyes did their best to stay focused on the two figures, avoiding the apocalyptic image of destruction and death surrounded them. Hearing more rumble coming from above, the structure no longer able to support itself, Kaiza increased her pace, unwilling to get entombed in the factory’s ruins. As the native workers started rushing out as well, sharing the sentiment, the yellow Padawan found keeping up with the rest of the team most challenging. For a moment, the fleeing mass of the workers swallowed her and she lost all sight of her teacher and the Prelate. Fortunately enough, all she had to do was to keep running, going with the native species as the flood of insectoid bodies until they gushed out, spat out among ruins, smoke, and darkened skies.

“By the Force!” the Padawan exclaimed, eyes wide in shock, “Wh..why!”

Heavy breaths saw her chest rise and fall frantically, and yet when the Padawan’s sight first settled upon the terrible truth laid out in front of them, her breathing stopped completely. No longer was it difficult to see the strange aliens as people. Witnessing their city turned into a smouldering husk had that effect, realizing those strange anomalies in the Force were deaths. It made her shake, completely and utterly succumbing to emotions. She wanted to cry and rage at the same time, eyes teary, her teachings struggling to extinguish this burning anger. There was zero justification for this sort of act.

Her form leaned against a pile of rubble and she crumpled down. It was too much for her – and in such short succession, too. As her head rested in her gloved hands, Kaiza wanted to give up. She had experienced many hardships that come with Jedi life, but nothing like this. Giving up wasn’t an option though – and despite being ready to simply quit, cover in some corner and wait it out, she realized all too well the innocent and defenceless needed Jedi more than even. That, in itself, hurt more than anything. Knowing that she could not save them, knowing many more would be reduced to ashes.

And that was also the reason she stood up, shaking dust off her robes. Gaze hardened, gritting her teeth, Kaiza shook her head, steeling herself for what was to come next. Although a pacifist, this was exactly the moment even a proponent of peace like herself had to take up arms and fight.

Master Yune needed her as well. Absent-mindedly nodding, the Padawan unclipped the silver cylinder from her belt. Each movement was carried out in this strange, trance- like state. One twitch of her thumb and the weapon's azure beam of superheated plasma sparked to life, ready to protect the group as necessary. Kaiza was by no means a warrior, but she wasn’t one to stand around and watch innocents and friends get slaughtered either. If needed, she wouldn’t hesitate to use the little she knew about lightsaber combat – all in the name of protecting others, for she was a Jedi.

"Not exactly how I imagined my apprenticeship, Grandmaster," Kaiza stated with a forced smile, "It looks like Imps wanted to say hello. Let's give them our welcome once the civilians are safe."

 

[Adron Malvern]

{5}
Location: Charros IV Atmosphere
Objective: Rally landing troops, prepare staging point
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Alema Valla"]
Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] The Silver Jedi Order & Allies

Adron watched as the dropships unloaded the last of their complement, as soon as the mass of them had dropped their troops they returned to the skies, moving through the gaps in the fleet to escape the planet until the deed was done. The High Moff turned to the mainline infantry men that had assembled, over six thousand men, and they itched for war. "At this rate, things will go sm-" A loud explosion erupted, causing the man to return his attention to the fleet above them. Surface to Air rounds had smashed through one of the troop transports, destroying it in it's entirety.

"Damn it, I hoped to have more time. Get me the Adm-" The Count's words were cut when the Marshal produced a small holoprojector, the minuscule image of his fleet Admiral shining over the device. "Sir! Those surface to air batteries will tear my fleet apart if we don't deal with them soon." Adron did not have time to think, instead he merely called his orders as he saw them needed. "Admiral, order the fleet to pull back into orbit an-" Another loud explosion erupted overhead, this time it was from The Diversity, whose hull was blasted through by a round from the artillery. Debris flew down from the ship, heading directly for their staging area.

"Get down!" Adron yelled, his hands wrapped around Anya as he pulled her to the ground, covering her head with his arm. The debris came down hard, two pieces of it impacting one of the LAAT's destroying it in a wretched explosion. Luckily none of it had fallen on the shuttle that brought down Adron, or his own men.

Dust was kicked up from the pieces that fell into the dirt beside the assembly area.

"Sir....we-." A loud coughing came from the Marshal as he recovered from the dirt. "We lost contact with the Admiral. I think one of the blasts hit her communications array." Adron took a knee as he looked back up to the fleet, The Diversity had taken the majority of the blasts, one of them piercing through it's hull leaving a nasty bit of damage. "Get me in touch with.......what the hell?" Adron's eyes came open when he saw The Diversity's engines come alive once more, this time the ship did not move to protect the fleet, nor did it move to retreat. Instead it was rocketing towards the city that fired on it.

"What the hell are they doing?! Marshal, Diversity, Now!" Adron's orders were incoherent yet they stood. The Marshal tapped his comm into the Diversity's line, bringing up the ship's Commander, yet the holo function for the ship was not working. "Diversity, this is High Moff Malvern, avert your course. You are on a collision course with the planet's surface!"

Silence and static came over the line as Adron called into the device once more. "Diversity, avert your-" The small blue light on the side of the holoprojector was cut off as the Marshal's eyes narrowed at the ship. "Their communications are down....sir...." Adron turned back to the ship to see that it was still rocketing towards the city, the turbolaser fire threatening to rip it to pieces, yet what remained of it's shields mixed with it's massive size allowed it to blast through.

Adron stared at the sight as only one word could echo through his mind.

Why?

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Bimmisaari,
Camp Kresh

[member="Eri'anya Forr"]'s tampering with the charge caused the anti-deactivation measures to kick in, speeding up the timer to a matter of seconds. By the time she reached Keeta, the sphere was spewing out a greenish vapor. Those experienced in the neurotoxins might recognize it as dioxin gas, lethal to carbon based lifeforms and capable of killing a human in a minute or less. Her Jedi powers might save her, or she might not notice in time and succumb in part to the effects of the gas. It remained to be seen.

Her shouts didn't slow him, but he hadn't started to run. Not until he heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber. Keeta glanced over his shoulder, saw the weapon, then began to sprint away at an inhumanely fast pace.

Change of plans. Detonate them all. He sent to the others via their shared implants.

The others sent back concern. You're still inside the radius.

Keeta's lips curled up beneath the mask. I'll be fine.

He wore a helmet, but its filters were meant to keep out larger particles, like smoke. Clearly, he'd have to get an upgrade after this job.

Around the camp, the devices detonated, releasing billowing clouds of poison. A dozen or more meters to his right, a dioxis grenade went off, engulfing a cluster of beings in the greenish gas. It only took a few seconds before their contorting bodies fell to the ground, writhing as the dioxis took its toll.

Carrying his carbine in one hand, Keeta sprinted for the nearest exit from the camp. Sanctum soldiers were already trying to lock the place down. He just needed to buy enough time for...

A frail, elderly Gran got in his way. Keeta grabbed the Gran by the throat, then whirled around, placing the carbine against the Gran's spine while he walked backward toward the exit. The Gran bleated in fear.

"Shutup. Stay back, Jedi, or the Gran dies."

 

[Anya Malvern]

5
Charros IV prep area
Objective-war
Allies-[member="Adron Malvern"] empire forces
Enemies-jedi

She was silent, looking around simply at over six thousand men before her...how can one gather so much all ready to fight and die for the empire. She rested a hand in her sword a secind turning to adron as he spoke

The explosion caused her to turn and in fact put herself in front of adron quickly, she looked to the transport watching it fall away all those men dying without even getting to the field of battle. She relaxe s a bit her hand resting on the sword ready to draw at a moment's notice just in case .

The next happened so fast anya didn't even know what to do, she turned to adron as she was tackled and covered hearing wreckage falling all around as she attempted to cover him as well as she held on tight growling a bit, once it was all over she stood with him looking around at the chaos around them...

She doesn't know what to think....her battles never were like this...it was one on one usually never this chaotic. The taste of true battle was a bitter taste left within her mouth as she gulped. She slowly turned, what was that ship doing? Eyes widened as she watched what it was doing. Adrons words echoed to her then out as she blinked as she stood shocked and stepped forward feeling many dying aboard yet...brave emotions...she could feel cpuld feel most aboard was accepting their fate

 

[Relina Zhan]

[member="Douglas Starwind"] [member="Onimus Raa"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Thane Drexel"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Anya Loma"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Reaper"] [member="Atmeiktes"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Adron Malvern"][member="Imperial Storyteller"] [member="Tyrian"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Irina Volkov"]

Relina watched as many Imperial fighters erupted into hellfire upon impact by the missile barrage. Around the Hapan fighter swarm, ordinance of several kinds flew from the Hapan and Silver Jedi Vessels viciously at the larger warships, forming a stiff defensive line. The fleet itself was beginning to spread out, angling its fire at the intended targets in response to the hypervelocity cannons, mainly at the Hapan Admiral's behest. They might be powerful, but there were comparatively few of them and spreading the defensive line out a bit while letting the allied fighters fill in the holes was a sound defensive tactic that directly exploited the fact that a Super Star Destroyer was a huge, lumbering mass to push around with engines of any practical size. Alas, with shields, no doubt, degrading at an unexpectedly fast rate on the enormous prize-ship, the Empire's trump card was rapidly losing its advantage.

Hapan ships might be relatively small by larger factions' standards, but they made up for it in sheer volume of firepower and tactics that were perhaps reminiscent of those used by pirates. The old Empire before this new one they fought today had a history of losing valuable Star Destroyers to this seemingly inferior navy; what added insult to injury was the fact that a few such Star Destroyers had been hijacked and used against them, rather than merely overwhelmed and destroyed. Admiral Le'Fiel had hoped to repeat that bit of her people's military history here on this theatre of war. That huge Super Star Destroyer, with his hypervelocity cannons and numerous weapon banks, was a very, very tasty prize indeed that would earn her not only a medal, but the Queen herself would surely order a statue be made in her honour. What a way to retire. She would bide her time, however, waiting for that ripe moment of weakness before ordering the Supernova frigates to hard-dock and unleash their sizable complements of Royal Space Marines and Cyborg Warriors to seize the ship once they crippled him with debilitating Hapan Ion Cannon fire. It wasn't time yet... but soon... very soon. It was a mistake to bring him here and the Imperials would learn that the hard way.

"Angel One, Splash one. Kill confirmed." Relina's voice resounded over the fleetcom, distinctive amidst the excited chatter, quite a bit of which were reports of kills, missile launches, and orders to wingmen. Relina was then fired upon by an Imperial fighter, the green bolts whizzing by her canopy. "One to Command, my stealth is compromised by fighters. Taking fire, must engage. Angels, all weapons authorised, Fire at will. Fire at will. Fire at will!"

"Angel Five, Wilco! Peeling off. Cover me, Screech" Angel five replied.

"Turning to cover. I'll go trail and follow." Angel Three, "screech", replied.

The Angel Squadron peeled off using the buddy-system. No Angel Fighter went without at least one other Angel to back them up. Relina herself had three backing her, Angels Two and Six assuming a delta-formation on her wings. She banked hard right, keeping her eyes on the wretch that attacked her. A Terminus pilot's line of sight influenced what their missiles would lock onto in situ. She would flip a switch with her thumb as she got closer to SRAM range. "Switching to 'sidewinders'. Moving in. Reference vector one-four-zero."

"Angel Six, One-Four-Zero."

"Angel One, Sweet lock! Good tone. Fox Two!" she said the minute she heard the lock-tone.

"Angel Two, Fox Two."

Three concussion missiles would be fired by the three Angels flying as one, each tracking the remains of a squadron they killed most of in the last missile volley. At that close range, it wasn't long before the clearly suicidal enemy fighters' images faded from radar.

Then there was a new development over the allied fleetcomm: a call from one of the allied ships requesting Hapan assistance against some of the invasive forces that posed a threat to the fleet and its fighters.

"Rodger, Iron Lord Protector Above Abregado. This is Her Majesty's Royal Navy Ship Ouroboros. We are engaging that behemoth Star Destroyer presently, under orders from our Admiral...." A female officer replied with a pretty Hapan accent to the the allied droid commander. "Sorceress and Angel Squadrons, assist the Iron Lord Protector if you see an opportunity."

"Angel One. Rodger." Relina replied.

"Sorceress One, rodger."

The two squadrons would turn to engage as the Droid commander requested. "Point the way, Iron Lord Protector. Please advise target."

The onsalught of Heavy Ion cannons from triple-link fire batteries, and both rapid fire Ion cannons and turbolasers mixed in with salvo after salvo of capital ship-grade proton torpedoes in sets of either twenty or sixteen at a time, depending on whether they were fired from a Supernova or a Wyvern, continued unrelentingly. On the Supernovas, every third torpedo loaded into each missile tube was a 'shield-buster' ion torpedo, compounding the Hapans' crippling offense.

"Keep an eye on those scanning sensors. If we're spiked by those hypervelocity cannons' radar targeting, turn the fleet to evade early. They might be fast rounds, but they are also precise. It won't be long before they are offline." the Admiral said, fleetwide.