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

Location: Charros IV
Objective: Take out a few troops and the tank
Allies: Anya Malvernhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-malvern/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-malvern/ Adron Malvern Alema Valla
Enemies: Dusaro Dresarihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8936-dusaro-dresari/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8936-dusaro-dresari/ Douglas Starwind

Aldrenek carried Agent Tess on his back as he made his way towards their ship, their escape. His heart was racing as she moaned in agony. He laid her down gently on the cold steel floor plating. He used his DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle for support, and examined her wounds. Her fists were clenched as blood gushed out of her side. She wailed like a woman birthing a child. Aldrenek then turned to Baldwin who was in a worst condition than Tess. Unlike the former, Baldwin didn't have the energy to squirm in agony.

Suddenly a blast from an enemy soldier whizzed past the Special Agent checking on his comrades. He turned outside to see a squad of enemies forming up to support the tank. Aldrenek raised his DLT-19 to his shoulder, and unleashed a hailstorm of blaster bolts upon the enemy squad. Two soldiers fell instantly, the bolts knocked them down. They began to fan out and take cover. The ship slowly began to rise as they made their escape, Aldrenek continued to give covering fire, and eliminated two more hostiles. When he was out of range, he lowered his weapon and turned his attention back to his dying friend as he slowly began to slip away.
 
Location: Charros IV
Objective: Take out a few troops and the tank
Allies: Anya Malvernhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-malvern/http://starwarsrp.net/user/12249-anya-malvern/ Adron Malvern Alema Valla
Enemies: Dusaro Dresarihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/8936-dusaro-dresari/http://starwarsrp.net/user/8936-dusaro-dresari/ Douglas Starwind

Aldrenek carried Agent Tess on his back as he made his way towards their ship, their escape. His heart was racing as she moaned in agony. He laid her down gently on the cold steel floor plating. He used his DLT-19 Heavy Blaster Rifle for support, and examined her wounds. Her fists were clenched as blood gushed out of her side. She wailed like a woman birthing a child. Aldrenek then turned to Baldwin who was in a worst condition than Tess. Unlike the former, Baldwin didn't have the energy to squirm in agony.

Suddenly a blast from an enemy soldier whizzed past the Special Agent checking on his comrades. He turned outside to see a squad of enemies forming up to support the tank. Aldrenek raised his DLT-19 to his shoulder, and unleashed a hailstorm of blaster bolts upon the enemy squad. Two soldiers fell instantly, the bolts knocked them down. They began to fan out and take cover. The ship slowly began to rise as they made their escape, Aldrenek continued to give covering fire, and eliminated two more hostiles. When he was out of range, he lowered his weapon and turned his attention back to his dying friend as he slowly began to slip away.
 
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Location-charros IV
Objective-destroy the enemies
Allies-empire [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies-silver jedi, silver jedi regulars

Such a bumpy ride, then again it was a laat in atmosphere to be shaky was to be expected, especially in the middle of a warzone weaving and digging through the mess before them.

She closed her eyes, with the chaos around her she focused on the force, she wanted to instil gear into them the moment they saw her. She wanted them to falter as this flaming woman of death came upon them and laid waste to their lives.

She opened her eyes as she looked to adron standing as she popped her neck and laughed almost in a evil way before clearing her throat saber in hand

just try and keep up love, I might only have one eye but I'm deadlier with the help of the force

She said eagerly awaiting the minute those door opened, she bounced almost. Soon those floors opened she leaped out right by adron as she dodged the slugs flying at her as her orange fiery looking blade ignited. The closer person became half a person as she swung through him.

She built the force up next air hearing around her before she focused it out before the enemy igniting anything in its path clinging to men. She then stopped, she felt her blood boiling with excitement as she chuckled slicing another down with ease

This battle had just began and the bloodlust was like a sweet drug she hadn't gotten ahold of in oh so long...it made her feel alive
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Charros IV System
Objective: Still Firing on Graf Star Destroyers with artillery ships, closing the distance, pulling Remnant ships out
Allies: Silver Jedi, Iron Empire, [member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Relina Zhan"], [member="KeCholo"]
Enemies: Imperial Remnant, First Order, [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Irina Volkov"], [member="Tanomas Graf"],
Equipment: Phrik Combat Body, Chameleon Cloak, The Black Staff of Power, Armored Vong Biot, Sliver of Light, 2x Heavy Magnetic Revolvers with Neuranium Pellets
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. Pulling them out since they don't add anything to the story and I won't be able to do their plotline by the invasion's end


"My Lord, we have received reports of our allies identifying another fleet enemy fleet, our sensors did pick up on ships exiting hyperspace. Commander Zhan reports switching priority targets."

HK looked over the holo-projector displaying the system map as from time to time the holograph would flicker, showing an animation representing one of the multiple hypervelocity or macrocannon emplacements on heavier Firemane ships firing towards the Galactic Empire positions still. Whether the machines themselves were fooled by the mirage fleet summoned by Irina depended on whether her trick was purely mental or if she could actually manipulate the fabric of reality for her purpose, for example creating false gravity wells. Either way, it did not matter much since she had real ships in there too, which would have been enough to somewhat validate claims made by the allied organics.

"We are out of time, the longer we wait at this point the less chances we will have at pulling our assets out of this system. Send the Lord of Tattered Hulls and his Remnant fleet away to the neighboring Bimmisaari system. If the reports we have received about presence of allied Iron Empire and additional Silver Jedi ships there are true, then they will be able to help turn the tide of the battle. Have him reinforce their position and relay request for their ships jumping into this system to flank and cut off the Empire and their allies. Have the Discus Volantes close in towards the orbit and open fire upon the Empire ships stationed there while the Eclipse class move through and run the blockades, we need to get as much relief to Ke' as we can, while we can."

"Yes my Lord."

The communication officer relayed the droid's orders, transferring the commands as her fingers moved quickly over the console, tapping various screens, pressing buttons, flicking switches, muttering into an audio-receiver to send out the necessary messages and holograms.

"Connect me to the crew and commanders,"

HK ordered, wishing to speak to his troops,

"The channel is open my Lord."

"I know that some of you put more faith in what your calculations proclaim the odds of our success are at this point than our ability to manipulate the unforeseen and unexpected, the variables that can sway battles yet through our advancement and high logic even we cannot fully grasp, that is fine, such is the nature of our kind."

HK begun with the big pre-final stand of sorts speech,

"But I have fought Imperials of various Orders and regimes, and although their leaders and the threat they pose changes, one aspect is constant among them and those like them. They fight better against an enemy whose back is turned or is unprepared. They strike quickly and brutally, they may win some battles, but if their enemy does not crumble, they fall like a house of cards and lose the wars. This is not different, they prepared and planned, came in and burned innocent planets and smallfolk alike, their fleet may seem large and odds in their favor, but we do not turn our backs. We know how they fight, we lived through many of their brief regimes, we fought in many wars against them, in recent years and millenniums now long gone, and we are still standing. Let us see how they fare when facing a prepared enemy, when their soldiers look upon what real warriors look like, for unlike them we do not feel fear, we do not fight like cowards, and we still have our honor. Commanders, ahead full, carrying out the charge and ramming protocols."

The droid finally ordered, in space the various swarms of numerous War Galley Corvettes flared up their engines, pushing their thrusters to maximum as in between the continuous volleys of hypervelocity guns and macrocannons from their allied Firemane ships the Galleys begun to close in the final distance, picking out multiple targets of various sizes among the GE fleet for ramming.

"They attacked the the Silver territory and struck civilian targets, so we too shall struck them where they are at their weakest- by engaging them in actual honorable combat. Close your fists around their throats and crush until the bones and cartilage snaps and the last thing they will see through the gargling of their own blood will be your eyes, reflecting back upon them the weight of their mistakes and the very fires of Chaos awaiting to welcome them for the things they did. Crush, tear, and cut, let us see just how long their house of cards will last, and remember- The Metal Does Not Age."

"We Are Eternal."
"We Are Eternal."
"We Are Eternal."
"We Are Eternal."

Various droids responded, speaking out through the bridge as they looked upon HK throughout his speech or replying back through the various holocommunication channels used by their forces, the sudden spike in chatter not really bothering them as much as it would have been to organics, the machines could just filter and sort through large quantities of data like that.

"The Droids Do Not Forget."

HK finished the speech with their motto, shutting the channel off as he looked upon the holo-projector map once more,

"Give Galleys order to open turbolaser fire once in range, primary target weakening shields and shield generators when possible."

"Aye-aye, my lord."

The Galleys of course were notoriously bad at bombardment and taking out capital ships through turbolaser fire, but they did had some capacity for damaging large vessels like that. More importantly their strength came from their defenses, speed, and the delicious systems optimizing the numerous smaller vessels for ramming and boarding actions. Not only did they possess hyper-rams with drills to punch through enemy hulls, but also a little gift the machines acquired out in the Wild Space during one of their many escapades when they came across the dreaded cyber-men, Iskalloni, modern further developed variants of the shield-disrupting projectors, which allowed them to not only weaken shields on enemy ships but bypass them for the purpose of ramming actions.

"Full ahead."

The droid commanded to his boatswain as he zoomed in on the map, he was not going to be one to let his soldiers have all the fun and not join the battle personally,

"Target the Pallaeon."

This was pretty much the high risk high reward plan the droids had to gamble on, something that would probably either make or break the battle for them, but such was the order of things usually, especially when more ships just seemed to be constantly jumping into the system, it was now or never.
 
CHARROS IV - Cathedral Factory, Southern Hemisphere
Enemies: SJO
Allies: TGE

The door slowly began to fall away, it's lock having been eroded by the acid Allara placed upon it. Tyrian watched with listless eyes as the durasteel slowly began to tumble into pieces, the heavy clunk of durasteel landing on the floor as the lock finally gave out completely. The heavy blast doors retracted back into the wall, the hydraulics that had been holding it in place slowly giving out. For a few seconds The Soldier lingered within the doorway, then he stepped forward.

"You and your toys."

Allara said as Tyrian moved into the records hall, his eyes flicking from databank to databank. He was here for one specific file, one that he had heard of several months ago through underground channels. He scanned the walls for a brief moment, then slowly began to wander down the hall. As he went along he pulled small thermal detonators from within his armor, priming them and gently placing them against the shelving as they wandered. "It is necessary."

The soldier said flatly.

"The Empire's military supplies won't just be gifted to us." Slowly he glanced around, placing the final charge before wandering up to a terminal. "So Raekkar will produce it's own."

The Yuuzhan Vong woman practically slithered up to Tyrian, her voice a sultry lash of the tongue.

"Then let me do it. I will craft you something...grand, new. Something reminiscent of the worldships of old."

Tyrian perked an eyebrow for a moment. He didn't really know all that much about Yuuzhan Vong Technology, in fact next to nothing. Most of it still gave him the creeps. Rifles and other weapons weren't meant to be alive, they were made to kill. "Perhaps in time."

They hardly had the resources for such things now.

Tyrian glanced at the now pouting Vong before looking back towards the Terminal, searching the databanks for a moment more before he finally found what he was looking for. A small, thin smile drew across his lips and slowly he withdrew the drive that he required. The Soldier inspected it for just a moment and then slipped it beneath the armor plating of his Synthweave.
 

Progflaw99

Well-Known Member
Mid Rim \\ Halla Sector \\ Saari Ha System
Crusader-class Corvette [Img] \\ The Siren
Allies: Galactic Empire \\ Enemies: Silver Jedi Order
The travel had been quick, their vessel's oversized engines propelling The Siren towards Bimmisaari. They'd reached the Saari Ha system, reversion from hyperspace imminent. Aboard the bridge of the Crusader-class Corvette, Captain Bast took a deep intake of breath before issuing the command to drop from hyperspace. With a quick input on the control panel, the ship hummed as it slowed, finally falling from hyperspace and materializing at the edge of the system. Eyes scanned the display from where the Captain sat - all systems green.

"Initiate a full sensor sweep, if it's got an Order tag, I want to know about it."
An active sweep of the area showed numerous vessels, though mostly civilian - and then there were more. Narrowing his eyes, Captain Bast tapped on the console before him. On the display, there were a number of smaller vessels clustered together. *Bimmisaari.* He mused. No doubt there would be an exodus before the assault, it wasn't often that large scale operations went off without such beforehand. Lucky for him, it was a ripe opportunity. One he wouldn't make waste of. Setting his vessel on an intercept course, he activated the comm, directed at the lead vessel of the small civilian flotilla. As of yet he had to detect any fighters, but who knew.

:: Civilian Flotilla, disengage your engines and prepare to be boarded - or face the consequences. ::
[member="Setzi Lunelle"]
 
{5}
Location: On the Surface of Charros IV
Objective: Retreat
Allies: The Galactic Empire, Ailuros, Aldrenek Valen, Adron Malvern
Enemies: Dusaro Dresari, SJO

It was a disaster. Alema covered herself as the powerful turboblaster of Ailuros’ ship began to fire at the infantrymen. Their brief screams were terrible, crying out in a single moment before vanishing in a flash the next. She had never before both been this close to the front and not actively engaged. It was easy to ignore the cries of the enemies when you were in fear for your own life. But here, crouched behind debris, she couldn’t help but be struck by how fragile they seemed. How scared. How… familiar. She forced the thoughts out of her head, she didn’t have time for them now. Ailuros turned the ship towards them, “evac, now!” She screamed to them, hoping to be heard over the chaos raging around them. It seemed some of their own had been injured in the conflict, Valen was carrying one woman on his shoulder while dragging another behind him.

As the tank arrived, her feline friend took a few shots at it, attempting to disable it, but it seemed only marginally effected given the three-way battle for the woman’s attention; firing, flying, and evacuating. It seemed the Regulars were aware that they had prevailed, and they intended to press the advantage. Now under the cover of armor, they began to push forward. Valen, her mind drifted back to the Special Agent carrying his two comrades towards the ship. She had no doubt the enemy would not hesitate to shoot him in the back. The nearby screams of the woman he carried reminding her that it was not only the one agent’s life in the balance, but those of his comrades as well. “Get to the ship, I’ll cover you,” she assured the man, not waiting for a response. The ISB always had to be the heroes, knowing them, they’d drop everything and charge back into the hopeless battle if it meant emerging with a shred more glory than they had before.

She leapt out from her cover, fortunately the tank seemed primarily concerned with the ship raining down fire on it to focus much on her. The sapphire blade of her lightsaber ignited with a threatening hiss as she closed the distance between her and the enemy with superhuman speed. They had difficulty targeting her as she twirled and danced through the air and then, mere seconds after she had revealed herself, she was among them. Her blade cut through armor with little resistance, it was as if she wielded not a blade but a blue spirit of death as it flowed gracefully, inflicting one grisly wound after another. No sooner had she arrived then there was only one of the troopers who had been so bold as to chase after the fleeing Imperials standing before her. The trooper leveled their rifle only to have the barrel fall as it was cut in half with an elegant twirl of the luminous blade. The trooper reached for their sidearm, only to find it snatched away from them by the unseen Force. Alema raised her blade above her heard, intent on brining it down and slicing the enemy combatant in half, as she moved forcefully down the trooper collapsed to the ground, arms up in a futile attempt to save themselves. Just before the blade made contact with the terrified soldier it vanished, retreating back into the Twi’lek’s silver hilt.

“Get out of here,” she said quietly. She didn’t know why she had stopped. The screams of the trooper’s fallen comrades still echoed in her ears, the screams of pain present in every battle that she had somehow never heard before. Her entire body was tense, but something about the defenseless soldier had forced her to relent. The soldier looked up at the Twi’lek, the helmet they wore made them nothing more than one of many. Indistinguishable from the corpses littered around them. Alema didn’t know if the figure before her was male or female, young or old, human or alien. Nor could she bring herself to care. For a moment, the lone enemy soldier was the only other person in all the world. And she could not plunge herself into that isolation that lingered. Realizing that their life had been spared, the startled soldier slowly began to rise. They were taller than she. She searched her mind for something to say. Something to prolong the fleeting moment. Instead, a premonition rang out through the Force and she tackled the trooper she’d been trying to kill, saving them both from the sudden explosion of fire aimed at her by the tank’s secondary gun. Suddenly, the noise of battle returned, a tsunami slamming in to the quiet island she and the soldier had shared ever so briefly. “Get out of here,” she screamed to the once-enemy a second time, resuming her own mad dash towards the shuttle.

The ISB were all aboard, which meant she was the last member of the part to arrive. The patrol ship was already taking into the sky and so she called on the Force to aid her in her leap, rolling through the air before landing gracefully on the ship’s loading hanger. She reached to slam the secondary door shut, which would allow the primary outer doors to close before they began ascending too high into the atmosphere, hopefully Ailuros remembered to stay low to avoid the anti-air weapons their squad had failed to eliminate. As she moved to close the door, she looked down on the smoldering battlefield, wondering how many souls had been lost this day. The same fury towards the demented Jedi, who had enslaved these people to build their weapons began to rise up in her, the same hatred for their wantonly destructive strategies came brimming to her mind as she recalled the downed Star Destroyer. But before these feelings could overtake her, she noticed the same soldier, whose life she had spared, staring up at her from the ground, and the anger and hatred seemed somehow to dissolve. She stood for a moment,

An explosive crack penetrated her thoughts. She did not recall having moved but she found herself laying down, the soldier out of her vision now, her neck resting uncomfortably against the metal of the ship. What? She felt an intense burning sensation in her abdomen, slowly spreading like molten magma released within her. Her eyes moved lazily down to the source of the pain and discovered her entire midsection covered in blood. “…” she found her voice gone as she tried to alert one of her comrades to the situation. She had never seen so much blood, spilling out of her and mixing with that of the two agents, turning the floor of the ship into a vile cocktail of life sustaining liquid. Her hands attempted to search for the wound but she found she had only minimal control of them and they were sluggish in response to her commands, a wave of nausea hit her, followed by a slow coldness creeping in from her extremities. Her vision was fading in and she managed only a quiet rasp where her witty remark was intended to be. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she remembered the lone soldier standing there, looking up at her. And she smiled.
 

Tanomas Graf

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The battle raged on outside of the Pellaeon's bridge, with countless star destroyers and cruisers battling against the Silver Jedi Order's defense fleet; green turbolasers exchanging with red turbolasers. The Grand Admiral smirked from his command throne, content in the Empire's ability to win. Even as he sat there, the Imperial Army was landing on Charros IV to commence their pillaging operation, the army being led by High Moff [member="Adron Malvern"] himself as Tanomas came to find out.

Engrossed in his thoughts, he was riddled when suddenly the bridge shook. "Admiral! We've lost our bridge deflector shield!" An ensign cried from the crew pits. Graf stood up and turned "How is that possible? We have the strongest shielding of the entire fleet!" He growled. The ensign looked back at the monitor "The combined fire from the enemy fleet overloaded its capacitors, engineering is trying to fix the issue but it's difficult with the battle going on."

Tanomas looked back out of the viewports and saw the one thing he did not wish to, a squadron of droid starfighters was racing for the exposed command ship's bridge. "TAKE THOSE SHIPS DOWN!" He roared until he realized it was far too late "EVACUATE THE BRIDGE!" And with that, he sped off the bridge while crewmen scrambled out of the pits. Soon afterward it erupted in flames from the planned kamikaze attack.

Then it happened.

A terrible groan sounded as the Pellaeon slowly dived, the crash tripped the bridge's computers and by extension the ion drives. The gravity of Charros IV had already taken effect when the Imperial command ship spiraled for the surface. On the emergency bridge, which had been constructed in the event of this situation, the remaining crew attempted to rectify the issue of them soaring towards the ground. "Reverse the stabilizers!" The ship's commander yelled, Graf taking his seat once more.

"Fire the emergency boosters! Bring us back up into orbit underneath the Jedi fleet!" Grand Admiral Graf ordered, divulging the readouts on the command console next to him. Outside in the vacuum of space, a loud explosion sounded, the gargantuan ion drives reactivating and leveling out the ship. While they rose from beneath the action, the gunners began firing again with their reticules placed accurately over the ventral sections of the Order's cruisers.

A stab at the Empire's spirit would be met with swift reprisal.

"Deploy the boarding pods!"





[member="Irina Volkov"] | [member="Relina Zhan"] | [member="Thane Drexel"] | [member="HK-36"]
 
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
Aboard the Knightsbane
Allies: [member=Tanomas Graf], [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Adron Malvern"], The Galactic Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order, [member="Relina Zhan"], [member=HK-36], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Juwiela Melec"], [member="Leea Pandac"], [member=Sko'saht]
Objective: Solicit a Pyrrhic Victory

There would be no victory here today - if the Galactic Empire was going to be repelled, then Irina knew that the consequences of that victory for the Jedi would far outweigh their success. The Yagan witch cared little for the state of the world that they orbited, if the Galactic Empire wanted victory it would be in the same state as the initial assault attempted to render its surface to - a smoldering mass of death and destruction. It was a only a matter of how - would the orbital assault continue aimlessly even as the enemy ships entered into position, pelting the surface with turbolaser fire even as their doom drew close, or would the Empire deliver death and fury on those that foolishly charged headlong into the line of Star Destroyers?

If one had asked Irina the question she wouldn't have had a straight answer, nor did she care. All that had mattered was that she fulfilled the task she had been given by the Dark Lord of the Sith when she was told she would be accompanying the Galactic Empire to Charros IV - to allow the Jedi to bare witness to the might of the dark side and then let the chips fall where they may. She supposed that the illusions were part of that - the initial shock and frustration at the appearance of the behemoth of a fleet from below still sending tantalizing surges of pleasure crawling across her skin - but there was still more to this fight, and she wasn't prepared to leave the fight just yet.

"There are enemy ships approaching, heading towards the rear."

The voice of the man in the seat of command grated on her ears and wore on her concentration, the volume of his words quite even with a shout. What did she care if the destroyer was brought down? Did these imbeciles think she'd ponder her own fate after having severed herself from destiny? The safety of her own being was secondary to the task at hand, and she had little reason to fear for her own safety with the contingency plan she'd set in motion already having secured that. The illusions that had accompanied the ships lent to the Galactic Empire by the Sith began to waver as her focus traveled, disappearing as she reached her conscious out like a hand for the mind of the pilot of a lone TIE Liberator. Wrapping her mind around his was child's play in comparison to the preparation that the illusions had required, and when her eyes blinked her vision was shared his - as though they now shared the same body and soul.

Lanky arms reached for the controls of the small craft, the speed on the starfighter increasing to its maximum, and though the beating in the man's chest increased rapidly as he realized what was happening it only offered her control over him a greater source of energy. The TIE Liberator swerved in and out of the debris left behind by the ruins of other smaller craft and missile casings, as though led on by a preternatural cognition, and flew through the darkness towards the looming Hapan fleet that seemed keen on bringing down the Palleon and the Knightsbane - followed closely by the entirety of the starfighters that had arrived in the hangars of the Sith ships. Gathering into a triangular formation, like an arrowhead with the Liberator controlled by the mind of the witch, the seven squadrons of starfighters raced to their doom for a suicidal run on the the bridges of each of the larger vessels that the Hapans commanded, splitting from formation like the scattering of ants as they drew within the range of defensive emplacements.

Each of the small crafts had a target to strike - to either tear their way through the ships by firepower, or to fly directly into the bridge. There was no room for failure, although the witch had already expected that many would be plucked from space, and the starfighter that Irina had seized control of was destined for a collision with the bridge of the Firedrake. It was a brutal, a merciless, tactical maneuver - one which had been accomplished during the war between the Galactic Republic of old and the Separatists - but it got the job done. Shields were lovely things, but there was little they could do in the case of a direct collision with a solid mass moving at several times the speed of sound with its weapons firing down on it.

Laser fire streamed from the TIE as it closed in on its target, the body of the pilot being held in place only by the sheer mental might of the witch as the man's heart went into overdrive. "The Pallaeon is diving for the surface - focus all weapons on the Abregado ships." The man seated in the command chair shouted, instantly ripping the witch's conscious, and her focus, from the mind of the TIE pilot - sending him to his death like a meteor hurdling to the Firedrake's bridge.

"Will you cowards shut up?"

The startled looks on the crew's faces spoke volumes to their awareness of Irina's anger, one which was broadcasted like aura of intimidation throughout the entirety of the massive vessel. She rose, though she was hardly taller standing - as short and pixie-like as she was - and strode towards the center of the bridge, where the man in uniform that was clearly in charge stood staring at her in disbelief. "We are in a line of star destroyers - they are hardly a match for just the sheer number of our large ships. Direct the rest of the destroyers to strike at the droid ships, if you'd like, but fly towards them and break the distance - intimidation and outright extermination is the only way to deal with these troglodytes, the moment you panic and act predictably is the moment you have lost. Send a message to the Sith detachment that arrived earlier to strike at the Hapans if you're so keen on dealing vengeance on the Iron whoever." She instructed, her commands evidently carrying quite a bit of weight as word was sent out to the rest of the Galactic Empire's line of Star Destroyers to strike back at the droid menace, while the Sith Empire's smaller detachment was sent to deal with the Hapans, already raining turbolasers and missiles from below - four fast frigates leading the chase.

"And the next time you interrupt my concentration will be the last time that any of you breathe."

The silence that followed the tiny woman's threat made clear their acknowledgement - there would be no second chances for any of them.

"Point defense weapons are firing on those squadrons that have been attempting to strike target us directly, what would you have me do?"

"Bring us as close to the next Star Destroyer as possible without a potential collision and have their defenses assist ours. Reduce their range of movement and they will crumble like dust."


[*]Fist of Bastion (1000 m)

[*]Grip of Mygeeto (1000 m)

[*]Revocation-class Missile Frigate [x2] (870 m total)
[*]Velox-class Fast Frigate [x4] (1600 m total)
 
Charros.png

Location: Charros IV, Ground Defense Military Base
Objective: Organize and prepare defenses
Allies: [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Douglas Starwind"] all Silver Forces
Enemies: [member="Adron Malvern"] all GE invasion forces
Light Combat Suit, Lightsaber, Verpine Shattergun, 3 Smoke Grenades, 3 Flash Bangs


SJ/Regulars(5850) SJ/Heavy Weapons(495) Ranger Scout Division(1200) Ranger Combat Medics (989) Ranger Scout Sniper(492) Infantry Total (8200)

Tanks/Support Craft Composition

Radmada Mortar Carrier (34 total,3 Squadrons of 12) KV-1 Bengal Main Battle Tank (26 total, 7 Squadrons of 4) KV-02 "Sabertooth" Mobile Artillery Platform (8 total, 4 Squadrons of 2) LLV-3 Contegori-class Mobile Shield Generator(3 total, 3 squadrons of 1) Tango APC (28 total, 2 squadrons of 14)

"Enemy LAATS are incoming, we do not have the airpower to push them back commander!" A call came from one of the operators, Dusaro cursing as he watched it on the scanner station. "It is going for a direct collision course with our troops sir, the front line is requesting orders!" "Mobile shield generators for our artilltery are failing sir, they are pulling back! We have lost functionality of two and one is scrapped, artillery is falling back into the ravines to set up indirect fire!" He clenched a fist and slammed it into the desk, letting the pain from it stun his mind back into order. "Give me SITREP on their troops on those shuttles!" "Reporting a small battalion total roughly and there... Getting reports of an enemy Force User on the front lines sir!" This was going bad and it was going bad fast. That hole in their lines had to be patched. It was time to pull out all the cards he had in his hand to play. It was this moment that would decide the fate of things, if they would go to the depths of hell, or ascend to victory. "Status on their main force!?" Dusaro demanded, seeing something odd happening on the radar. "They are slowing down... Roughly 200 meters away from our own defensive line, they are letting the armor take the lead." That was when it hit him. "All Radmada units, light up the enemy line, fire the thermobaric charges! I want those enemy troopers to be blasted apart! Have the Scout unit Zulu range them in! After that the Tanks poke out from the city and rain hell on that vanguard!" "Roger sir, giving call to scout unit Zulu and tanks!" "Have the Skirmish forces charge in now! They are going to charge through the middle of no-mans land and flank the enemies vanguard! Do NOT stop the APCS to unload, keep them moving and light them up with the Korribam HMGS, both sides! Regulars will lead the assault while the scouts back them up, snipers will cover both sides of their flanks! APC's will withdraw back through our lines! Have them hold their ground against the enemies Vanguard, DO NOT LET UP!" It was a nigh on crazy plan. But with the Thermobaric charges hitting the enemies troops while they were at their slowest point, he hoped to have more then enough confusion to pull off the manuver.

Many 'parts' started to move at this point. The thermobaric charges arced up into the air from thie hidden Radmada Mortar Carriers who had ECM activated along with camo-nets up on their vehicles. Those rounds would start to rain down all along the invading line of stormtroopers, with a massive two hundred meter blast radius. Thirty four of the deadly rounds landed up and down their line, landing all around them like a crescendo. The blast and ensuing fireball from the thirty four rounds was impressive to say the least. Right after that round went off, the Tango APC's came screaming in at full speed. The tango APC's had a suprisingly thick hide between strong ray shields and their Quadranium steel hull, they would take a suprising amount of hits from what looked like a civilian agro-speeder, were it not for the pair of Korriban HMG's on either side. The ECM units they were running would help keep them safe from any sensor based weaponry as well. The 28 APC's would open up with the guns on any and all infantry as they made a line for the LAATS landing area. The back hatch got opend and the SJ/Regulars jumped out as the APC's slowed down. They were in the middle of the battle field, a very dangerous place to be. But they did not plan to be there long. The APC's gave them cover as they exited and then began charging the enemies position. The one hundred and fifty SJ/Regulars charged the Empires vanguard, slinging out 10mm death from their slug throwers at the enemy troopers. The Ranger Scouts utilized their SMG's to cover the Regulars from any attempts at flanking manuvers, while the Snipers set up and started taking shots to force the enemies vanguard into cover. While the forces that were making the flanking manuver would doubtlessly take casulaties, the sheer suprise of such an action right after the barrage of thermobaric charges would be enough to make it successful. Or so Dusaro hoped. But that was not all Dusaro had in store for Andron and his vanguard. Even as they were attacked on either side from the line they had broken, the tanks poked out into the city, starting to unleash their own weapons on their forces. The coaxially mounted particle cannons began to fire, along with deadly 40mm autorippers that would be capaple of shreeding any infantryman unfortunate enough to be in the path of one of the deadly rounds. The Mass Drivers would stay silent, seemingly waiting for something as they opend up with death to the enemy as their sole intent.

"Enemy Corvettes approaching, they are coming for our AAA guns sir!" "Damnit, how many!?" "Four, they are focusing on the cities triple-A!" Dusaro snarled, he couldn't do much about that. They did not have anything big enough to deal with any Corvettes, but the Anti Aircaft Artillery might. That was when an idea came to mind. "Air assets sitrep!" "We have seven Vulture Droids left!" Dusaro grinned. They could still save the sky. But not how the enemy would expect. "Tell the artillery to load AP-HE bunker buster rounds, have them connect their firing systems with Scout unit Juliet, paint their Corvettes!" It wasn't impossible. It was in atmosphere and the corvettes would not be expecting anything to be able to deal damage with them and there would be no warning. The sold rounds would bypass their shields too. They did not need to all hit, they just needed to spook them. "Vulture droids shall focus on the enemies TIE's, have our own Anti-Air focus on the LAATS that are chasing them!" "Roger that, orders going out!"

The Empire's TIE's that would assault the ground would be attacked by the Vulture Droids, with the AA guns lighting up what they could of the attackers on their six. Needless to say they would of course take casualties, but they could take off some of the pressure. Though given by how much force they were applying to the Adron and his ground forces all at once, perhaps that was not something to worry about to much. This was when a very good report that might just change the tide of the battle came in. "Sir, the shield unit for the city is going to be back up soon!" The comm's officer's face paled for a moment in the sight of the teeth filled snarl of a grin that came across Dusaro's face. There was a way to turn this around. A calm voice came from Dusaro. "Give orders out to both of the GtO cannons. The northern one shall begin firing on their carrier. Not both, just the one. Begin wearing down its shields. Do -not- prioritize it, keep the second one trained on their flagship. Aim for the Flagships command section. I want them really thinking about keeping it alive." Dusaro orderd, the officer nodding and ordering the changes in target priority, the pair of GtO cannons shifting their firing angles as requested. The 'INV Courageous' would have shots coming in and smashing into the shields over its command sector, while 'The Swarm' would start taking hits across its sides, weaking its overall shield strength. If Dusaro had things his way, this was going to end very soon with a decsive blow. But the line had to be held and he had poured resources into pushing Adron and his vanguard out with fast, co-ordinated force from every angle around him and his units. Quickly deployed, overwhelming force.

As for the tank that had been targetted by the ship inside the city, it had been taken out and made inoperable for this battle. Several scout sniper casualties were also reported thanks to the turbo-laser fire, but the majority of them would make it, with a total of four deaths out of ten. Their transport would manage to escape through the hail of anti-air fire mostly unmolsted, they had many more things to worry about then a single fleeing transport. Specifically the horde of ties that were tying them up rather throughly. The AA gun count in the city itself had started to twindle noticeably, but the base AA guns were still quite active and up, having both a greater number and concentration of the guns all in one spot, but with a much more limited area that they could cover. They could cover the southern half of the defensive line, but not the northern half, making that area much more suceptable to attacks.
 
Location: Bimissari Refugee Camp
Objective: Defend the refugees - Stop the terrorist
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order - [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"], [member="Charity Luckless"] [member="Zeradias Mant"]
Enemies: The Galactic Empire - [member="Gorba the Hutt"]


Eri'anya stopped in her tracks, taking refuge in the swelling number of allies gathering around her. As much as she wanted to eliminate the sort of scum who took elderly hostages and poisoned tired refugees, charging in would doom the terrified Gran woman. It was a rare moment of logic winning out over the Jedi Knight's deep sense of justice, and she found herself literally gritting her teeth as she stared daggers at the retreating figure, the crackling purple of her blade pulled tight across the chest.

She had to remind herself that Master Kitra was doing her job to diffuse the situation, hoping to bring this horrific mess to a peaceful conclusion. She was showing temperance and patience when it mattered, whereas Eri was already mapping out her route forward should the worst happen. The terrorist couldn't have been more eight or nine meters away from her, and his speed was hobbled as long as he insisted on keeping his hostage. The small Jedi could clear that distance in an instant, if she could only think of some guarantee that the hostage would not be shot.

It was then that the man did something different, producing a small, spherical device that caused Eri's blood to run cold. The sight caused her dig her heels into the ground, her knees bending in preparation to move at a moment's notice. The cornered animal before them was holding a thermal detonator, and the Jedi Knight and her allies were a couple of meters shy of surviving that kind of blast. It was clear at that moment that the situation she was in had changed gears.

Eri's grip tightened on the handle of her lightsaber shoto, her weight shifting forward a bit as she readied herself for the dash of her life. The terrorist before them had made a critical blunder this time, and all the Jedi Knight needed was the signal to run and he would be as good as hers. The thermal detonator in his hand would have to go through its countdown before detonating, and Eri'anya could get there and back before it went off easily. There was also less to worry about in the relative short term, since the man had revealed that his gun was no longer trained on his hostage.

Eri'anya had always been a prodigy in close combat, and she was utterly convinced she could overpower some hired killer, especially since he had recklessly tossed away his most immediate bargaining chip for a blunt force scare tactic. She was almost hoping that Master Kitra would fail in her attempt, but she reminded herself that that was not how she was meant to act. Not yet, anyway.

I have you now, you monster!

Whether he surrendered or he made some misguided last sand, this beast before her would never leave Bimmisaari, not with his body and freedom intact. Not on her watch.
 
Location: Bimmsaari - Glastro
Kaileann Vera | [member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Kurt Meyer"]

At one time or another, Kaileann might have said something about Kurt just taking the holoradio and opening it then and there. She gave an apologetic look to the shop keeper, adding, “We’ll pay for it--”

Well, at least until she caught the price. Hilarious that the twenty credits made Kaile blanch while pot shots being heard did little than perk her curiosity.

“Yeah, I reckon I can,” the Lorrdian replied, her hands taking the pilfered holoradio. Bringing it close, she fumbled with it a bit. Of course it didn't have a power cell in it.

“Got a power cell?” Kaile preferred using technology rather than the force. Last thing they needed was folk eying her all weird.

The Duros tossed her a power cell package. Oh this was going to add up…

Opening that up, Kaile slipped inside the power cell. The holoradio came to life with a flick of her fingers over the knobs. Immediately she began looking for the emergency frequency.

There was the sound of static, the small hologram blurry. Finally it cleared. What they saw had Kaile widen her eyes. A full on blasting of Charros IV- a planet not too far away from them at all.

“Oh my goodness,” one hand went to rest over her belly. As the news continued, word of a large fleet over Bimmsaari wasn't the sort of news either would have cared to have.

“Theys still getting information.” She told them all. But what would they do now?
 
[Bimmisaari - ground]

Objective: Send medvac to Camp Kresh
Allies: [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Zeradias Mant"] [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"] [member="Eri'anya Forr"] [member="Kiran Arlos"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"]
Enemies: [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Atmeiktes"] [member="Travis Caalgen"]

"Northwest Actual, this is Salamat 5: there are suspicious clouds around Camp Kresh, potentially belonging to chemical or biological weapons"

"Roger, Salamat 5" Jessica acknowledged. She then turned to the medvac teams, with [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"] on the line, alongside medvac. "This is Northwest Actual: we need medvac to Camp Kresh: we suspect a BC attack has been perpetrated. Bring in rebreather masks, stat! Taygeta, go to the Saari Ha enclave with the medvac units in tow"

Usually people preferred to talk about NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) when it came to these sorts of threats, but because a nuclear attack would register differently on the bunker's sensor array, especially the radiation sensors, she could readily rule out a nuclear attack, so she had the medics in the medvac units go in with rebreather masks since not all of them wore the Mark 8 katarn armor. There was no response from Vee but she still had to do something. Having been informed through other reports, such as those radioed in by Salamat 5, that there were civilians in danger inside the camp, and close to the suspicious clouds, she decides to scramble medvac, with medics inside three Neimoidian Yachts ready to collect injured and potentially poisoned refugees out of range. Luckily the shields of the city were arrayed in a shutter configuration, so a window could be opened to send out the medvac for a short period of time. Even if the medvac I deploy here saves only one life, I wasn't in vain even though the Empire didn't do anything in Glastro, she thought, while the medvac transport began to fly towards the direction of Camp Kresh.

 
Location: Charros IV
Objective: Get the hell out of there
Allies: [member="Alema Valla"] [member="Aldrenek Valen"]
Enemies: [member="Dusaro Dresari"] [member="Douglas Starwind"]

Once the survivors from her small troop of six were aboard, Ailuros focused on getting them away from the battlefield. She stayed low enough in altitude that she didn't draw any unwanted attention from the automated defenses and was able to safely make their way out of range. Her disabling shots at the tank had also worked, rendering it out of commission. When she saw it go down, the cat let out a sigh she didn't even know she had.

When they were clear of the battlefield, she turned her attention to the rear portion of the ship. Aldrenek was unharmed it appeared, but there was blood all over and Alema had passed out. This was likely due to blood loss from the wound in her stomach. Seeing that the agents were occupied helping each other or dying, there wasn't anybody that was helping the inquisitor.

Looking around at both the ship and the area around it, Ailuros didn't see any place to land that would keep them fully safe. She knew it would take several minutes to reach space and return to their star destroyer, she knew what to do. Turning the ship so it was heading up into the sky, the Trianni wrapped her tail around the controls again and attempted to reach the side area of the ship where the medical supplies were being kept.

Hoping her movements caught the attention of Aldrenek, she found herself unable to reach where they were secured. Letting out a few curse words that would sound like gibberish to the others, she attempted again to fruitlessly reach for the supplies. Suddenly what she thought had been secured supplies, a couple came falling off the shelf and landed where she could reach them. Grabbing them, she turned back to the cockpit to make sure they were still on coarse, they were and moved over to Alema.

"Agent Valen, I need your help getting the Inquisitor bandaged up. There are more supplies over there if needed."

Pointing to where they were kept, he hadn't noticed them as he cradled the female agent in his arms. Ailuros could tell they would both be fine if they got what treatment they could give them now. If it waited much longer, they both would die. Tossing him the supplies, she went back to the cockpit to finish getting them out of the atmosphere and into the destroyer they had come in on.
 
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Location: Space over Charros IV
Allies: [member="Relina Zhan"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Sko'saht"]
Enemies: [member="Jastor Husk"] / [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] / [member="Irina Volkov"] / [member="Tanomas Graf"]

The signs were pointing to the Imperial fleet being overwhelmed. Thane ordered the destroyers to focus their fire on the Palleon after seeing it list towards the surface. Fortune seemed to favor Thane today. He'd suffered little attention from the enemy and was able to sit back and pick them apart from afar.

"Admiral Hoff, boarding ships have been sighted. Orders?"

The Admiral pondered a moment. Then he punched into the Fleetcom, <<Corvettes, target those boarding craft. Don't let them reach out allies. All wings, report in!>>

A list of replies filled the console by the Admiral's chair. Hull reports came back unscratched and shields were at an average of 90%. Stray fire was all that seemed to find their way to the Red Fleet. The dogfights were going well, with the Rogues taking on the Imps like foxes on hens. It was a mechanical bloodbath.

Thane had a delay in his deployment as his fighter hadn't been brought out. The Rassilion Elite fighter was brought around and made ready for Thane to take off. Soon as he could, he launched and followed the Rogues into battle.

<Rogue Two enroute, sorry for being late, forgot my flask.>

[member="Juwiela Melec"] [member="Leea Pandac"] [member="Sannika Brynn"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]
 

Relina Zhan

Ducha of Gallinore, "Apollyon the Slayer"
[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Irina Volkov"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"] [member="Thane Drexel"]

The Hapan fleet fought ferociously, never ever letting up on the Palleaon for a moment. When the bridge shields fell, Admiral Le'fiel sighed with satisfied relief. "The bridge shield is offline and he's listing heavily! Fire on the bridge hard-point with heavy ion batteries. There is likely a sub-bridge his command crew will be running to. Firedrake, Board. That. Ship! Seize and impound him in the name of The Queen Mother!" She ordered with supremely confident resolve. Sure, the Super Star Destoryer was a huge ship, but 400 Royal Space Marines and 200 Cyborgs warriors boarding him could well be enough to take him. Stormtroopers were cannon fodder and Imperial officers were notoriously inept at close quarters combat. All the plastic boys had going for them were sheer numbers, just like their flimsy TIE fighters, which the Hapan Type-M 808 Terminuses were blowing out of the sky like target drones with minimal casualties so far.. At least they outclassed Imperials ships on the fighter level, which might not be saying much, but the Terminus was bleeding-edge technology, anyway.

The Firedrake immediately began his approach at full speed just as Irina's control of three TIE fighters began closing on his port bow. "Captain! Three TIE Liberator-class fighters closing on our port bow. They are NOT moving into attack position." said the CIC sensor officer. "Frak! Ma'am! It's suicide run! They are going to run themselves through with that trajectory and speed!"

"Turn the ship hard to starboard, Fifty-five degrees downangle! Point Defense, swat them down!" The Captain ordered.

The Firedrake turned to evade such that his shielded bridge was turned away from the incoming formation. Now, the shielding on the bridge of a Type-N 909 Supernova frigate was not merely the standard particle and energy deflector screens that most everyone used. It also involved a physical armoured barrier that literally folded out like a lady's hand-fan. It held a protected sensor suite so that this didn't blind the bridge crew during combat as well. This was a feature present on it's dated predecessors, the Nova-class cruiser, as well. However, a Supernova frigate also had what were called "battle-Blades" that worked similarly in purpose to the bridge shields. They were curved, blade-like retractable protrusions that had the ship's point defense laser turrets mounted to them. The point of this was to provide more obstruction to impacts against the narrow "neck" of the ship that linked the bridge to the rest of the ship, providing it with more substance, armour, and at the same time, spreading out the area of effect of the PDL systems.

Point defense lasers fired from the battle-blades at the three suicide fighters in a relatively wide field of suppressive fire while the most vulnerable part of the bridge to suicide runs such as these was moved out of the immediate path of flight. So far, The other ships had managed minimal damage so far, possibly as a consequence of not being taken seriously... till now.

"Swaxi'f! They are coming in too fast! BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

The fighters ran a high-risk of being torn to shreds if they tried to play missile and curve their trajectory. An Impact on one of the bridge barriers had connected, however, damaging the sensor suite thereon, the fighter indeed having been struck by PDL fire. One of the folding Panels had been broken from its mount, as well. Another TIE was vaporised by a direct hit while the third hit one of the port battle blades, taking out one of the PDLs mounted there on. The Supernova had been hit by the merciless, hateful onslaught and it had hurt, but Firedrake would be undeterred from forcibly boarding the ailing Super Star Destroyer. They would carry out their orders without question and without mercy in kind.

The Hapans weren't playing nice nor were they playing fair. It wasn't like they had expected to be played fair with themselves. This was war and they were fighting genocidal murderers. The ferocious assault by the Hapan detatchment was basically their way of stating clearly in one voice that they were sick of being a doormat faction. The Firedrake's evasive trajectory required him to take a broadside path along the Pallaeon's starboard broadside. With all the buffeting by ion cannons, hitting the Supernova to destory would be a challenge. The Ship would even fire broadside turbolasers just to make a point as they closed in on a hatch through which pods were being deployed.

"... Boarding pods... They are going for the Jedi flagship. Ouroboros, you better warn them. We are approaching for hard-dock now, ETA ten seconds to impact."

"Copy that. Did you hear that Jedi Fleet? Imperial boarding pods are headed your way. Prepare your crews for boarders." The Ouroboros First Officer replied. "Goddess-speed, Firedrake."

The Firedrake aimed its docking hatch directly at the boarding pod's launch hatch, boarding clamps extended, electromagnets online. Hapan boarding crews were assembled at the hatch already taking up assault positions in their standard order of battle: Space marines up front and Cyborgs in the back, dividing up into small eight-soldier squads called "lances". A hatch-buster laser was charged and ready to puncture. The blood would spill while the ships continued to take a beating from ships that were otherwise vastly outclassed by it. There were even jokes being cast between the crew members, their fear of the imposing behemoth beginning to fade at this point.

"Glorious Heritage, turn your fire upon the ship Major Zhan has some particular interest in.... the one the Angels and Sorceresses had just attacked. Designation...." The Admiral trailed off as she looked at the IFF on the tactical holo:. "Knightsbane... Take out that ship next.."

Then there was a change on the tactical holo. A handful of enemy ships were coming to take the Hapan detachment directly. "... and here they come. It seems we have gotten their attention. Open the maw formation. let them come to us, angle deflector screens toward them and keep a targeting computer on each ship." Le'fiel ordered, grinning. The Hapan ships outclassed most of them. "Let's give them a rather warm Hapan greeting. Missile tubes one through sixteen. Full spread on that salvo. FIRE!"

The Glorious Heritage began firing his lower disc ion cannons at Irena's ship as well as the Fate's Visage. The latter ship was also the target of his two triple-link fire Heavy Ion Cannons. The enemy ships approaching the Hapan's position each were spiked by Hapan radar all while they had weapons constantly trained on the Pallaeon. For any ship of the battle Dragon family, the mighty Wyverns included, the fact that the main gun mounts were on the rim of a rotating disc system meant the possibility of targeting up to six ships without losing its notably faster firing rate. Any more and the volume of fire would slow down due to weapon resources against more targets than can be dedicated at one time. In concert with Admiral Jutland's supportive fire, The Hapan line would change their firing patterns to adjust to the changing battlefield most efficiently.

Meanwhile, at the Knightsbane, Relina had released her Shockhammer missile and saw its bright blue report as its volatile callapsium core was triggered. If sound traveled in space, dead silence would be heard before a shattering "PAAAAAAAAANG!" with its energy waves spreading perpendicular to the missile's length, careening a very short distance toward the larger ship from where she sensed something as dark as the aura of this wretched system.

She had banked sharply to avoid getting a piece of her own missile, as did the rest of her charges, but swooped back around for an ion-cannon run across the engine shielding of the ship. She figured she could piss the crew off enough to give her a challenge before she repeated history on them, namely what she did to the Ballerophon eleven years ago.. missile through the bridge view port once shield were dutifully strips by the bigger Hapan ships. The old Battle Dragon belonging to the insurrection made a brand new crater in the moon of Stalsenek and it was there she began to forge a reputation as a merciless and dangerous fighter pilot. She had this... compulsion to take this ship down. Not the Pallaeon.... THIS one. She didn't know why, but her compatriots trusted her judgement enough that there was a volley of firepower heading toward the Knightsbane from the Hapan line.

"Keep pressing.... maintain discipline." she said, unsure whether the others flying with her could feel what she was feeling. The Force was wounded here, just as it was on Hapes Prime. Relina's body was beginning to ache mildly and she was flying a bit more aggressively than usual. The "pilot's high" or "river of energy" she often described during heated missions like this one was running strong. She suspected it was this Force her Jedi friends talked about all the time, since she knew she was supposedly sensitive to it... but it was running a little too strongly in her. In fact, this was a similar feeling that she felt when she visited Star Home a few weeks ago. The lock tone shook her out of her reverie and she pulled the trigger on her laser cannons on a TIE fighter that had crossed her path. Her last Shockhammer was going to be saved for the Knightsbane's bridge.

The Hapan assault was as follows:

Glorious Heritage - Wyvern:
  • Fate's Visage -> Turbolasers and Ion cannons, 1 triple-link fire ion cannon, Missile Tubes 1-3: two proton torpedoes. One shield buster torpedo.
  • Knightsbane: -> Turbolasers and ion cannnons, Missile tubes 4-16: 9 proton torpedoes, 3 sheild buster torpedoes.
  • Fist of Bastion -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Grip of Mygeeto -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Revocation-class Missile Frigate ->Turbolasers and Ion cannons
  • Pallaeon -> 1 Triple link fire Ion cannon.
  • Velox-class Fast Frigate -> not attacked
Ouroboros - Wyvern
  • Fate's Visage -> Turbolasers and Ion cannons, 1 triple-link fire ion cannon,
  • Knightsbane: -> Turbolasers and ion cannnons,
  • Fist of Bastion -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Grip of Mygeeto -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Revocation-class Missile Frigate ->Turbolasers and Ion cannons
  • Pallaeon -> 1 Triple link fire Ion cannon. Missile tubes 1-16, turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Velox-class Fast Frigate -> not attacked
Andromeda - Supernova
  • Fate's Visage -> Turbolasers and Ion cannons,
  • Knightsbane: -> Not attacked
  • Fist of Bastion -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Grip of Mygeeto -> Turbolasers and ion cannons
  • Revocation-class Missile Frigate ->Turbolasers and Ion cannons, Missile tubes 1-5. 3 Proton torpedoes, 2 shield busters
  • Pallaeon -> Missile tubes 1-10, turbolasers and ion cannons: 7 Proton torpedoes, 3 Shield busters
  • Velox-class Fast Frigate -> Missile tubes 1-5: 3 Proton Torpedoes, 2 Shield busters
  • Fighters -> PDLs
Angel Squadron and Sorceress Squadron:
  • Knightsbane: Total fighters attacking: 19

Meteor, Garuda, Agiel and Talon Squadrons - Terminus
  • Fighters from Irena's detatchment: Total number of fighters: 48
All other Hapan fighters are engaging other enemy fighters. The Firedrake is boarding the Pallaeon and is using PDLs , turboasers, and ion cannons from the side that isn't latched onto the ship in defense.
 

Taygeta Lightkeeper

Ph.D. Geneticist, A.K.A. "Doc"
[member="Kaileann Vera"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Gorba the Hutt"] [member="Viathae Qarmast"]

Taygeta would nod to her master's order, found a rebreather, and would run out of the basement and up to the surface. Her lightsabre would be held firmly in her hand, but not activated as she moved toward the enclave, seeing the clouds of hazardous gas rising. She was a novice Jedi, to be sure, but she wasn't stupid. She let the Force guide her to where she needed to go, feeling other Jedi presences, although not defined to her as they were unfamiliar people. The sounds of battle still filled the air, including one blaster bolt that was rather loud and close by. She turned and ran toward the sound.

There was a man with a carbine who had just killed what appeared to be an elderly Gran. The scene looked familiar to her, as well, like one of the brief scenes she saw through the Force just a moment ago. There were the presences she felt here as well. The man with the carbine seemed to have few places to run to, but Valae seemed to trying to calm and reason with him. her bespectacled eyes glanced to his gun, then to Valae, then to [member="Eri'anya Forr"], then back to the gun.

Thinking quickly, she would not reach her hand out, but would instead simply make a few subtle motions with her fingers, reaching out at the carbine's power pack to attempt telekinetically releasing the ammunition. if she got away with it, he'd be disarmed, effectively.

Looking to Valae, she would fix her with a stare, then looked with a nod over to the Medevac ships her Master had mentioned. She wasn't well versed in telepathy, so she mouthed the words, 'we have to go... now!'

She would then glance at the refugees, hearing the chatter on comm devices nearby. There was a sense of urgency in the way Taygeta, judging by the way she looked around and by her body language. She was calm, but things were about to go from bad to worse and the concern was evident in her very presence. She'd edge herself toward the refugees and would begin moving them to the Medevac calmly, but with urgency... hopefully the murderous maniac wouldn't do anything drastic due to her arrival. The other, more senior Jedi could handle the standoff.

"Come on. Let's go! To the ships. Evac, now! Move it!" she said to anyone able to move and any staff present, herself reaching out to help an injured Twi'lek up.
 
Location: Bimmisaari - Saari Ha Enclave, Camp Kresh
Objective: Humanitarian Mission
Allies: SJO - [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Eri'anya Forr"], [member="Viathae Qarmast"], [member="Taygeta Lightkeeper"]
Opposition: [member="Atmeiktes"], [member="Gorba the Hutt"], GE

Valae had heard the voice of Master Med-Beq come over her comm device, but her throat seemed to tighten as she watched the scene unfolding. She swallowed hard, but failed to respond. And to her side, she was aware of Colonel Rooke, the words he spoke did not go unnoticed by the Jedi healer. In that moment, she felt her confidence waver.

The man let go of the carbine, the weapon dropped. For the briefest of moments, there was relief.

However, that sense of relief was quickly replaced by a stab of panic. The small sphere in the assailant’s hand was likely some kind of explosive device… at least that was the first thing that sprang into her mind. The threat he issued seem to confirm her suspicions. Steeling her nerves, Valae’s palm shot out and she turned her focus to the device in malicious man’s grip.

Concentrating quite hard, she created a small force bubble around the device and the man’s hand. If detonated, the blast would be confined to that tiny sphere of force energy that surrounded it. And it would likely result in the loss of a hand. Valae hoped that it wouldn’t come down to that, but then again, the man seemed on edge enough that he was seemingly willing to end his own life in his efforts. She wouldn’t put anything past someone like him.

“I’ll say it again, let her go.” She repeated firmly.

Before she could say a word, the form of Knight Forr was in motion – the young woman seemed set on taking their foe down. Despite the fact that she was focused on her task of keeping that device contained within the bubble, she could hear Taygeta approach. The refugees did need to get out of the area, and she was confident that the Silver Order and their allies could see that the job was done.

Sorry for the delay!
 
Special Agent Aldrenek Valen wasted no time in racing to the cabinet Ailuros pointed out. He pressed a button, and the sliding hatch moved to the side exposing medical supplies. He reached in, and retrieved a Bacta patch, and a syringe full of morphine. He pressed the button and closed the compartment, and made his way over to the severely injured inquisitor. Her face showed signs of immense pain, she was channeling that pain into anger, which bred resentment. Resentment for those who had attacked her, the Silver Jedi.

Aldrenek knelt down besides her, and lifted her arms, and saw the blaster marks on her side, he quickly injected the morphine into her neck, and set the syringe down. He then peeled off the Bacta patch's wrapping, and stretched it out. Carefully, he slowly placed it to cover all of her blaster injuries. He then reached into his kit and retrieved a canteen full of water, he unscrewed the top, and lifted the back of her head with his left hand. She opened her mouth as he lowered the canteen, and she drank. Finally when she had had enough, and the agent set her head down and screwed the cap back on.

"You're going to be alright," He said reassuring her as they flew to their fleet, to safety.

[member="Alema Valla"] [member="Ailuros"]
 

HK-36

The Iron Lord Protector (Neutral Good)
Location: Charros IV System
Objective: Still Firing on Graf Star Destroyers with artillery ships, closing the distance, pulling Remnant ships out
Allies: Silver Jedi, Iron Empire, [member="Zeradias Mant"], [member="Relina Zhan"], [member="KeCholo"], [member="Thane Drexel"],
Enemies: Imperial Remnant, First Order, [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Irina Volkov"], [member="Tanomas Graf"],
Equipment: Phrik Combat Body, Chameleon Cloak, The Black Staff of Power, Armored Vong Biot, Sliver of Light, 2x Heavy Magnetic Revolvers with Neuranium Pellets
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


The bridge HK was commanding from shook as outside the vessel streaks of turbolaser would fly out across the vastness of space and splash against the Combat Shields the ship was equipped with, triggering brilliant shimmering lights that contrasted the bleak darkness of space with their volatile beauty,

"Enemy Star Destroyers heading towards us, returning fire."

One of the officers relayed the report to the ancient droid,

"Sound ramming protocol to the Galley commanders to finish their charge, focus artillery fire on their second flagship and direct the Wyvern drones for interference."

The swarms of Galleys the droids brought with them, weren't exactly war ships in the standard sense, like said before they had little offensive armament when it came to bombarding enemy ships, with just a couple of turbolaser turrets which were mostly used to weaken enemy shields, but they were a larger more advanced boarding vessels, their true utility and threat came from the soldiers they carried aboard them and ramming-centered systems. So when the enemy Star Destroyers, sent by Irina begun to close towards them, and the Hapan lines since it was next to them the corvette fleet entered combat, that would have been less intimidation for the various commanders directing these galleys and more just helping them do their job.

Some of the Galley task forces would have already been heading towards them, others would divert themselves as the Star Destroyers heading towards them would become nice juicy targets now closer to them than other vessels the Empire fielded before them. Fire and rage suddenly erupted within the void as the barrages from the Imperial forces clashed against the galley lines, some of the nibble ships crewed by the quick eyes and reflexes of droid pilots managing to maneuver around the incoming bolts in the last minute, some were struck but just like with HK's vessel the lights of their advanced shields lighted up around them, some were not so lucky still and the explosions from turbolasers tore into their hulls. Their plating twisted and melted, allowing the vacuum of space to seep in aboard as miniature shapes of the mechanical crew and garrison were sucked outside, the unfortunate vessels pulled from their course like a wounded falcon, circling in with the pull of planet's gravity well before exploding out in contained brilliant explosion.

The good thing about their large numbers was that even with casualties among their vessels some would probably reach their targets, and focusing down particular ships may have been a pain, the bad thing was, even if a barrage would miss one corvette, either naturally or by its crew managing to pull out of the way, they would probably still hit a different corvette which would be in its path instead.

As the distance between the Star Destroyers and the droid menace grew smaller the Galleys would activate their tractor beams, aiming them for the Imperial ships. This was not to change their course since the smaller and lighter ships probably had little impact on their trajectory, but to anchor the Galleys in their path towards the enemy ships, establish a gravitational tether between the two vessels to help guide them in as engines of the various Galleys flared up in their final charge, suddenly increasing their speed exponentially to finish their approach, engaging their ramming routines to increase forward momentum at the loss of maneuverability.

And then, hopefully if the ships like large missiles found their targets true, and their Shield Disruptor systems allowed them to find a way past enemy outer defenses, various Star Destroyers, whether under Irina's command or not, would find themselves shaking and jolting suddenly from multiple sudden impacts of high-speed corvettes ramming against their hull with their spike-like boarding drill rams, doing what they were designed for next to drill their way through the vessels' hulls into the compartments beneath and open up a way for the mechanical warriors aboard to board the vessels.

Throughout the ramming charges the bombardment from Firemane Hunter-class Cruisers and the Vindicta-class Star Destroyer turned its focus on the Knightsbane as ordered by HK. Barrages of various hyper-velocity cannons along with the Vindicta's Macro-cannon shots would streak out across the space, beefy unnaturally thick bolts of super laser plasma and the destructive armor piercing physical shots. The artillery ships were left unharassed so far, but with their targets growing fewer now that they could not risk damaging the Galleys just yet, they would probably draw a degree of attention to themselves, all depending on how effective their strikes against the Knightsbane were.


"Enemy smallcraft closing in!"

Another report was relayed to HK,

"Open fire from the point defense systems."

As boarding shuttles from Graf's Pallaeon and the TIE fighters sent by Irina closed in towards Hapes and Abregado lines they would find they had to run a gauntlet of getting close to the War Galleys. As little bombardment capabilities the ships had in facing off against capital class ships, they were extremely good at taking down small targets like fighters, bombers, and boarding pods, so when Pallaeon launched its pods the Galleys would open fire of laser bolts from their rapid firing quad-laser cannons, tracking their targets to deal as much as they could especially now that they were closing the distance between them and the Pallaeon. Same went for the TIE fighters sent against Hapes who were close to some of the Galley task forces, although those controlled directly by Irina's mind would probably have their senses heightened to deal with the threat better.

The Wyvern Drones already ordered to interfere with other smaller ships would race out as well, slithering through the skies in their mechanical serpentine forms the drone-starfighters would search the space to find and hunt down enemy smaller enemy ships that could post a thread to their forces. Like the galleys they didn't had much capability of bombarding larger vessels, but they were light and swift, capable of dealing with enemy fighters and bombers rather well, especially in their large numbers.



"The Pallaeon is sinking into the gravity well!"

The report about Graf's ship and HK's current personal target was finally relayed to him,

"Have other task forces divert their course and change to other targets in our proximity, the ships under my command stay on the path. We are not stopping until their commander is dead or that ship is broken in twain upon the planet beneath. Send out a transmission to our allies to cease their bombardment."

A message was sent to @Relina Zhae, [member="Thane Drexel"], and any other commanders SJO had in that area to cease their attack on Pallaeon as the Galleys were heading on path to boarding it and bringing it down without pulling it down into the planet, hopefully, any further attacks would endanger their allies Galleys and risk the Palleaon breaking apart and slamming into the planet beneath.

The droid ordered, outside in Charros' orbit some of the galleys would suddenly yank aside, sweeping away from the Pallaeon to find another vessel that was not currently being dragged by the planet's gravity and charge against them instead. Not HK however, the machine was not scared about the prospect of his own ship being sunk that day, or him being destroyed alongside the Pallaeon, death was only a temporary set back for the droid and many like them, after all even if his current body was destroyed over Charros, a day or two later backup of his mind would be copied into another body and he would be back. Many of his crew had similar safeguards over their fates, as such it was much easier for them to be daring or just simply ballsy. So, as the Pallaeon dive down beneath the Jedi vessels, so did the Galleys under HK's command, following in its trajectory like a group of mobile sentient arrows, going after the large flagship even if it would drag them into the depths of tartarus itself.

"Engage tractor grappling."

HK ordered and his vessels, those that were accompanying him as well, projected their tractor beams towards the Pallaeon, much like other Galleys in the area were doing at the time towards other Star Destroyers,

"Tractors engaged, Pallaeon's bridge has been destroyed."

The officer confirmed to the droid and reported,

"If their commander is still alive, I wish to speak with him. Try to locate their emergency bridge and aim for it."

"Yessir."

Perhaps the machines would know the Pallaeon's designs well enough just from scanning it throughout the battle to try and locate what would look like an emergency bridge, perhaps it would just have to be educated guess, either way HK called out an order,

"Ramming speed!"

As their pilot pressed a big red ominous button, slamming his fist down onto it as the engines of HK's ship flared up in brilliant light, much like those of the galleys that accompanied him, causing their bridge to shake and the crew to be yanked back slightly at the large spike in their forward momentum, almost as if they were about to jump to hyperspace, to finally close in the distance between the Pallaeon and them,

"Brace for impact!"

HK ordered in a shout that this writer wanted to describe for a long time. Perhaps the Galleys would miss the Pallaeon, that was still a possibility, or perhaps Graf and his crew would find their ship suddenly jolting at multiple hard impacts of a Galley task force ramming up against them to get through what remained of their deflector shield if they still had any with their shield disruptors and pierce their hull with the boarding drill spikes. The drills would carve their way through the Pallaeon's hull then until they would find a compartment, and possibly, until one tore an opening right into their Emergency Bridge, opening now a pathway for the droid warriors led by HK right above Graf's head.
 

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