The Battle for Corellia (New Republic Dominion of Hex U30)

[Solan Charr]

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The Battle for Corellia​

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[Thread Music]​

Solan strolled across the bridge, thinking on the events that had led up to this point, his eyes drifting over the plans for the battle that the Republic had placed forward. The variables and the groups who would join to support the Republic in its liberation of the planet from the Imperial forces, those of which that had connections to a Warlord in the Anaxes Sector. The Republic would need to liberate its neighbor worlds before it could move on the Imperial residing on Anaxes, and this was the first step.

His ship shifted, the bridge shaking and his sight cast to the side as the world outside lit up, the ships blending together and him trying to follow the relatively massive engagement. Flashes of light cutting across his vision and ships coming together in brilliant displays of power. Solan could only watch as several fighters flew past and his shields flared to life.

The Battle for Corellia had begun some time ago, but the melee of ships under his command had been going on for a few minutes, trapped against the planet and the Imperial Warlord's advance detachment. The Warlord Fleet, headed by a Super Star Destroyer that loomed over the other ships stood still and out of range, watching as Solan's fleet traded blows, coming up beside other ships and fighters swarmed over the battlefield.

And yet, this was nowhere near the end, knowing he himself would have reinforcements, as would his enemy, that there would be those who sought to keep Corellia under their thumb. Solan and his forces could not stand by this, having dropped of [member="Alyson Halle"]'s soldiers some time ago and now we're holding over the Republic Fortifications on the planet surface to protect them from bombardment.

On the ground, things weren't any better. Imperial Soldiers held two strong garrisons and the main spaceports, controlling them and fighting off both Republic Soldiers, and Corellian aligned rebels. It was a mixed force that sought to liberate the planet, a force that fit the Republic strangely enough. They were no standardized military, not quite yet, still accepting outside groups into their ranks.

It was this chaotic battlefield, both in space and on the ground, that Solan reviewed as the bridge shook again, a corvette blown to bits beside his ship and now falling from the sky and towards the planet below. His fleet would not last much longer without relief, be it from his own reserves or another force that was on its way to help.

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POV: Imperial Admiral Koth
Location: Super Star Destroyer Subjugator, Supremacy Class Dreadnought

The Admiral stood, his greying hair pushed back and out of his eyes while he looked on at the Republic fleet that was being torn apart by former Alliance, One Sith, and Imperial ships that had been united under Warlord Xeren. He had served under the Warlord for some decades now, rising first to captain the Warlord's flagship before his promotion to Admiral and now he was expanding his leader's strength out from Anaxes.

It was that fact that made the old admiral smile, light flaring in his violet colored eyes as he turned to look along the bridge, the grey uniforms of his crew, diligently working to organize the battle and keep communication flowing made him proud. This was the crew he had worked tirelessly to fight for him, to help organize the fleet he commanded and now he stood with pride at their work. The Republic fleet had already lost its front line and now the flagship was nearly surrounded, cruisers and destroyers making up the core of the Republic Fleet being torn to shreds.

He would then wipe the pathetic forces of the Republic, and those that would rebel against the Warlord off the face of the galaxy. And there would be no escape for those that tried, even if they wanted to. His Interdictor cruisers made sure of that, stopping all ships from leaving his grasp.

And soon, it would seem his men would have to react in a more direct way.

A New Republic ship broke off from the fleet, tearing through one of his own Star Destroyers and forcing the Admiral to scowl.

"Move us to intercept that cruiser... Show them what their attempts to escape will achieve."

The Stardestroyer would change position, lurching forward and the cruiser unawares that it could not escape. It was only when the cruiser began to power its hyperdrive that the interdictors would react, powering their own fields on and the cruiser now dead in space, not moving for a few long moments.

And those few long moments were broken as the Subjugator opened fire on the cruiser, tearing through its remaining shields and destroying the Republic ship utterly.

It was then that the admiral smiled again, straightening his back and nodding to the crew. He could not control the battle for the ground right now, but the space around the planet was his to command.
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OOC: Welcome All! This is the Corellia specific thread, obviously, for the Corellian Campaign. I hope the post helps paint a picture of the current state of the battle, and the need for some heroes (or villains) to arrive and turn the tide of battle. I am looking forward to people both on the ground, and in space, the latter of which where Solan will be for this thread. IF anyone is in need of a DMed enemy though, due to being unable to find a partner to write with, please tell me. I would love to provide your characters with something to fight and face, should yall need it.

Objective 1 (Ground): Take back the starports, and force the Imperial Garrison into a surrender. Remember to retain the Republic's stance on fighting wars, and avoiding civilian centers if at all possible. We do not want to destroy the planet and the home of the Corellian people, only liberate it. Those fighting for the Imperials... you do you. You are bleeding sith and imperials and mercenaries trying to occupy and take over the planet, which means you need to break a few eggs.

Objective 2 (Space): Hold the space over the Republic Troops and stop the Imperial Navy (And allies) from driving out the Republic Fleet that is currently on the defensive. The Imperials also have a Super Star Destroyer, something the Republic High Command wants to be taken and turned on the Imperials. If Capture is impossible at the time, merely cripple the vessel so that it may be studied and rebuilt for use by the Republic at a later time. For those fighting for the Imperials, your job is to take out the Republic fleet defending the position of the soldiers on the ground, to do this you must rout as many Republic ships as possible before the Republic can call for reinforcements once more.

Objective 3 (BYOO): While I heavily suggest you do one of the two objectives above, as completing either will lead to the success of the thread, it is the policy of the republic to provide people with a Freeform objective. So if you do want to do something else, feel free, just please keep in mind it will not be the main story of the thread.


Thank you all, PM me if you need more information, or please post in the OOC thread to help plan and link up with some writing partners. As said before, this thread is open to any and all characters. Just Pick a Side and kick some ass.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

"You have to love yourself a fire, its one of the blessings. Sure we can have fire, and we can have the knowledge of fire. But with that comes the knowledge of everything. We become like a god, because to be all powerful is to be all suffering. Quite the conundrum, fire. It's enough to make a man drink..."​

Mykas Venture Memlogs, 851 ABY​

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It had been more than a day since the first Imperial forces stormed Coronet declaring martial law, and One CorSec Plaza still hadn't fallen.

The Government District was where local resistance had been fiercest, and after months of division within CSF such unprecedented violence had finally reunited populists and Alliance sympathizers alike to force out any and all Sith Imperial collaborators. Inspector Mykas Venture had never been much of either, but this was his town and he wasn't about to let jackboots of any kind stomp all over it. Revolution was in the air, but Myk was only trying to do what he always did, keep the peace. He was holed up in a second story office with a window view out on the plaza below.

Intermittent repeater fire raked passed the window, further obliterating the office all around him, and after each pass Venture would rise from his crouched position to return fire with his service weapon. The inspector was usually able to deliver six or seven uncannily accurate shots before another wave of laser blasts forced him back into cover. His blaster was crying out for a recharge, so he engaged the pistol's spring release and slammed in a fresh power pack before rising again to shoot. Other weapons rang out from different sections of the building, but less than there had been even an hour ago. It was only a matter of time before these new conquerors simply overwhelmed their position.

A terrified looking junior officer shoved his way inside, dropping to the floor just in time to avoid another barrage before crawling his way over to Myk. He had almost dropped the kid himself in surprise, but wouldn't say no to an extra gun hand now that he had company.

"I'm looking for the Commisioner!" it took the officer several attempts to be heard over the racket all around them, even screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Good luck, pal!" Myk shouted back, shaking his head sadly in resignation, "Dead or gone, I ain't seen the Commish since yesterday!"

"The Republic is here!" his new companion gestured emphatically to the comm link in his hand, "They want to know whose in charge! Do we know if-"

The young officer rose to a slouch to grab a peak outside, and before Inspector Venture could yank him back down a spread of repeater fire splashed across his chest, sending an already smoking corpse slamming back against the other side of the office. Such force had knocked the comm link right out of his hands, and after returning fire Myk scooped it up. He glanced back at the dead cop's body briefly and frowned, the only bit of mourning he could spare right now with his own life still on the line.

"I guess that'd be me," he muttered to himself, reactivating the comm link, "One CorSec Plaza, how may I direct your call?"

[member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Alyson Halle"]​

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Outside of the Corellian System; Aboard Twinkie Class Cruiser “Tian”
Objective: BYOO (Exploration)
Allies: Republic, [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"]

It was kind of fun being in zero gravity, to be able to float freely losing yourself to your thoughts. It had taken a lot of convincing for Aubrey to get Allyson to sign onto this mission. Returning to Corellia was never on her bucket list of things to do. She had gone back when she was younger, helped who she could in the cities that weren’t decimated. She remembered all of it and most of her earlier nightmares had been about the destruction of Corellia.

She closed her eyes and remembered moving rubble and helping identify some of the dead. Allyson had run away only a year or two prior to the event that broke Corellia. Eyes opened quickly, scanning the room which was now being viewed upside down. Reaching out in the force she shut on the switch that fed the gravity control to her room. Landing on her back, she groaned. It would have been a clever idea to make sure she was upright before turning that damn thing back on. Allyson sat up and rubbed the back of her head as she read the message that had come over comms. They were just outside the system and she was being called up for recon duty.

Standing, Allyson stretched and bought herself as much time as possible before heading to the hangers, she really didn’t want to go back, but she had to. There were still people on Corellia for some reason. Allyson had expected people to leave and relocate from the disaster the planet had become. From her understanding, when she spoke with Ember on the matter was that some crazy chick decided to rip a planet from another verse and slam it into the blue planet she called home. It felt like it was out of a movie, even now when she thought about it – it just seemed so out there.

Footsteps echoed in the hanger as chatter rose above it, she looked at her mechanic and smiled as sweetly as she could. The older man scoffed and shook his head, but he couldn’t help but return the smile. “Locke, make sure you keep the settings the way I set them for the love of all that is the Force.” Allyson chuckled and shrugged, “You know I like to let the old gal free here and there. Also, it’s just recon – no reason to hold her back.” An old man groan and he shook his head, “Locke…” The tone was stern, and Allyson grabbed her helmet from him, “Fine fine, I won’t mess with anything – just don’t say anything to the Commander okay?”

“I never do, I cover your rear end more than – “Allyson poked her head from the cockpit, “More than what, say it.” The old mechanic waved his hand to dismiss the pilot, “Forget it, it’s just going to get me in trouble.” Allyson grinned, “I’ll come take your money later Mac, Sabacc tonight?” Mac shook his fist and nodded, “Yeah tonight you’re not going to be so lucky you damn Corellian” Laughter echoed the cockpit as the craft closed and her droid was loaded in, Bait seemed to have finally gotten out of his funk.

Allyson’s X-Wing was prepped for take-off and when she got the clear from the crew, the fighter shot out of the ship headed towards the system of Corellia. She sat in her cockpit with a watchful eye, they had already gotten feedback that there was a battle of sorts going on in the system, the Sith had decided to make their way to the planet possibly to finish off what the One Sith had started. Either way, Allyson wasn’t going to be messing around too much with them. She hung back and slowly entered the system keeping her comms open and her mind steady. She was there to check things out and that’s what she began to do.

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Location: Corellia System
Objective: Rebel
Allies: Republic, [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Allyson Locke"]

TR-20 X-Wing​

Rogue Squadron​

Operation New Dawn​

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Battles on Skor and Commenor had pushed Alliance Remnant forces to their limit, a resource strain only further compounded by the fall of Sullust into shadow. What was left of their Core Fleet had retreated back to their Outer Rim wastes while High Command planned their next move. Their old foes on Anaxes had chosen the worst possible time to strike, but Commander Vigil and others had led the charge to scramble as many pilots and any sector forces they could find to reinforce this latest New Republic incursion into occupied Corellian space.

Finally, after months living beyond the edge of civilized space, hunted and on the run for what he believed in. Rayf was coming home.

The Galactic Alliance starbird may never again fly over Coronet, but at least it would be free. He was willing to give his life to make sure that happened, just as he had been the last time Anaxes terrorists had attacked. Rogue Leader didn't know much about this New Republic, if they truly represented the same values as the Republic he had once served, but if they were willing to stand with his people then he was glad to count them as allies today.

"All wings, this is Rogue Leader," he opened a general transmission across all Alliance bands as soon as they dropped out of hyperspace, "Let's show this galaxy the battle for the Core isn't over yet. Good hunting."

His astromech let out a mournful wail which translated on the fighter's computer in front of him, "It's been an honor flying with you too, R9."

Rogue Squadron

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Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Rayf Vigil"] "Old Man"
Rogue Two – Lieutenant [member="Cuan Kunn"] "Flaps"
Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Rutar Nok"] "Corn Dog"
Rogue Four –
Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] "Friendly Blue"
Rogue Six – Lieutenant [member="Jax Rhane"] "Skyhawk"
Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Honus Teach"] "Teacher"
Rogue Eight –
Rogue Nine/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Ava Cartwright"] "Goldilocks"
Rogue Ten –
Rogue Eleven –
Rogue Twelve –

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Location: On board the Twinkie Class Cruiser 'Tian'
Objective: QRF Duties
Allies: Republic, [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Aubrey King"] @Yuroic Xeriac

Dusaro had seen many planets in his time, but out of all of them he had never actually been to Corellia. Passed through the sector sure, but never actually stopped by for a visit. In the past, that was because there had not been many Merc jobs in the area, back then his job had kept him mostly in the outer rim where Mercs were more commonly needed. In more recent times, he had once again been mostly called out to the Outer rim territories for other various reasons as a Jedi. All in all, Corellia was about the closest to the Core he had ever gotten and Dus had never even stopped by. Under normal circumstances he would still not stop by, though now for different reasons. The planet, after the netherworld incident, was not exactly a 'hot tourist spot' by any means. Sure the Floating Mountains thing it had going on now would be nice to check out, but with the minerals and materials there it was not exactly a place one could just walk into and admire the scenery of. All in all, not much reason to go there, on his own. But this was not on his own. this was a mission. A request for volunteers for a Quick Reaction Force had popped up and Dusaro volunteered to join on in.

The ringing of an alarm clock woke him up, Dusaro opening an eye and glancing at his chrono on his wrist. They were going to be arriving soon. "Time to suit up." Dusaro said to no one in particular, tossing the cover off and stretching with a relaxed yawn. It had only been around a four hour nap, but catching any sleep he could had become a habit. Never know when you will, or won't, be able to get more. Reaching down to the bottom of his bunk he fished out his gear that he had taken off and neatly piled up. Light combat armor was ready to go, four extra magazines for his shattergun, Blaster carbine and six reloads for it, two thermals, two white smokes, one green and one purple signalling smoke grenades. Add on top of that a good ten pounds of explosives and he was prepped and ready to meet the day.

"Hey, all you ready?" Dusaro asked to the others in the room with him, mostly Troopers as far as he knew. Most of them had been sleeping as well, with two newer guys having stayed up on the trip playing Pazzak. One of them seemed to be having a much better time of it, if the pile of credits was anything to go by that is. "Ready as can be." One of the Troopers replied, Dusaro giving him a thumbs up and nod before heading into the refresher to clean up, shave, all that fun routine morning 'stuff'. He finished up not long before they dropped out of hyperspace then headed down to the Hangard where the transports were. For now, orders were to hang about in the hangar and wait for orders so that is what he did, all the while eating on a super densitiy protein bar, designed for alien species that needed far more protein then your average humanoid. As he ate on the terrible tasting bar Dus looked around, seeing if he could spot any other Jedi in the area. He knew that Yuroic was supposed to be on the mission as well but he had not yet seen him on the ship so he hoped to catch him in the hangar bay. They had met in passing a time or two and Dus had even attended two of his classes before in the past and trained with him once.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Entering Correllian Atmosphere
Objective: Secure Hangars for Republic Forces (OBJ 1)
Allies: Republic Forces
Enemies: Imperial Forces

"I swear Yarlen, you get my ship blasted out of the sky, you are so fired!" Vulpesen's hand gripped tightly to the side of the cargo hold as they rocked, swayed, rolled, and spun out of the way of incoming laser fire. Thankfully, the Vixen was a small ship, designed for running through such blockades until it could reach the planet's atmosphere. Even as he hurled out the threat, he couldn't help but smile. Blood roared in his ears, his vision slightly blurred, and his muscles tensed. War. Battle. Conquest. It was what he knew best, and being back in the fight, in the thick of all of it, he couldn't feel more at home. The Republic had some time ago, contracted the VSF as a member of its military forces. Since then, Vulpesen hadn't done much with the bargain. But now, it was time to make due on his promises.

"Sir, if I get blown out of the sky, I'll be on fire!" The pilot's voice was tense as he swirled out of the way of another volley of shots.

"No fire the vacuum of space, Yarlen!"

"Shut up, sir."


The Vixen bucked as she entered the atmosphere of Correlia, suddenly finding the resistance of air as she entered the world, screaming past what defenses she could while her shields worked to prevent the destruction of the crew within. Vulpesen was quite aware that as skilled as Yarlen was, the ship was no place for the squad of Vitae forces. They were made for the ground, and every second they sat in this tin can, was a second they could have been blown into nothing without so much as making a scratch on the imperial forces. "Yarlen, we need to be on the ground, an hour ago!"

"On it sir!"

Forces

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Captain Corren Harlow: Wolf
Sergeant Corranthus Garlan: Wild Dog
Sergeant Relovan Vixos: Coyote
Corporal Illoris Carrow: Wild Dog
Corporal Zerrek Terris: Shepherd
Private Karrosil Garlan: Husky
Private Harroyar Kurnasiv: Wolf
Private Olurok Aryos: Jackal
Private Vereo Groleon: Shepherd
Ferelkis Yarlen: Pilot

Personal Loadout: Varos Cloak, Personal Lightsaber, Rhak Skuri Grenade X3, EMP grenade X2, Frag Grenade X2, Daggers X10, Lightsaber X7, VSF Fennec, Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay), Shadow Fox Amulet, Kits Yelp Bracers

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Objective One: (Space Port)​

Armor: None​

Weapons: The Lightsaber of Darth Umbra and Alchemical Sword Twilight​

Allies: Unsure​

Enemies: Those who are aligned with the Sith and anyone trying to stop righteous justice of open whole slaughter of the Sith or their allies.​

:Theme Music for the Elder:​

The pain, not of physical trauma…​

A wound of a blade cut straight to the bone would have been more desirable. Left in shattered states of existence, an anguish that was not shared with words…thoughts the Elder would not even know how to begin to verbally share.

Far too long, war and vengeance was the only thing the Elder knew. It was the only thing the Elder even wanted to know. Not until the hollow existence grew tiring.

The Elder had walked away. Soon most of the galaxy had forgotten about the Elder. An idea the Elder welcomed. The Elder welcomed it because now the Elder had something new, children. For a being who thought they were the last of their species, this was colossal.

The first time in a very painful existence The Elder had hope and love. It was far from perfect, especially without knowing how to verbally express your love.

With everything life cycled. Everything changes. The very galactic politics that continued its endless cycle of war kept coming. Endless tides beating upon the shore of the Elder’s will. The Elder’s daughter [member="Faith Organa"] expressed she did not wish the Elder to get involved. The Elder’s son [member="Garith Organa"] expressed the same feelings.

Despite the fear of loss the Elder did not go to war. The Elder left the politics to Faith and defense of the family to Garith. Faith’s life was far from happy torn by the constant strife of trying to keep her family and Alderaan safe. The Jedi Master Garith Organa was killed on Corescant when the Galactic Alliance fell by the hands of the Sith.

Then the Elder felt it through the Force. The loss of The Kashi Mystic [member="Theodosius Organa"]. Was this just a trick of the Force the Elder would lose another child? Theo who was the best hope for the last of the Kashi people?

It was a breaking point. It was not a line in the sand. It was a shattering blow to a soul that was starting to heal.

(Next post will be IC transit to a Corellia Space Port)​

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: Corellia System; space
Objective: Rebel - Operation New Dawn
Allies: NR and supporters, Rogue Squadron

Spoiler

Rogue One/CO – Commander [member="Rayf Vigil"] "Old Man", Rogue Two – Lieutenant [member="Cuan Kunn"] "Flaps", Rogue Three – Flight Officer [member="Rutar Nok"] "Corn Dog", Rogue Five – Lieutenant [member="Loske Matson"] "Friendly Blue", Rogue Six – Lieutenant [member="Jax Rhane"] "Skyhawk", Rogue Seven - Flight Officer [member="Honus Teach"] "Teacher", Rogue Nine/XO – Lieutenant Commander [member="Ava Cartwright"] "Goldilocks", Rogue Ten - Flight Officer [member="Aedan Lochlan"] "Beardface"

TR-20 X-wing
Theme

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Three, two, one...

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The Ralltiiri pulled back the hyperdrive lever reverting her snubfighter to real space along with the rest of the Alliance-in-Exile's elite squadron, or what was left of it. The surviving members of Rogue Squadron were there to help take back Corellia from the grip of the Imperials and Sith that had taken hold of the Core World since the Galactic Alliance's demise perpetrated by a Sith Lord's deception from within the faction's highest circle.

Commander Vigil's rallying cry for the liberation of his homeworld during the mission briefing had lit a fire under those serving along side the legendary Corellian pilot, well at least in Goldilocks. The Lieutenant Commander was determined to do what ever she could to see that Corellia was once again free from oppression and tyranny the dark side-aligned factions crushed their conquests under only too well.

The gut punch to the Alliance from the Sith Empire's Lady of Secrets was still felt deeply amongst those loyal to the cause. Hence why now, the Outer Rim-based rebel group was aiding the New Republic in their endeavor to put things right in the Core. Plus, a statement and or line had to be drawn in the sand so to speak. This was it.

As soon as they dropped out of hyperspace, the "Old Man" opened a general transmission across all Alliance bands.

[ All wings, this is Rogue Leader.... Let's show this galaxy the battle for the Core isn't over yet. Good hunting. ]​

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A chorus of double-clicks could be heard over the comms as individual pilots gave their affirmative response; Rogue Nine giving hers as well. This would be a hard fight, but when did that ever deter Rogue Squadron. Impossible was their stock in trade, and success was what they delivered or so the traditional motto went.

A tootle from Goldie's astromech droid soon followed. The blonde just shook her helmeted head at Squeak's quip about shooting straight and not getting them killed. The blue R9 unit with silver and white accents was a snarky little thing, but meant well. He was like the brother she never had.

"Always," Ava simply replied with a lighthearted chuckle as keen steel blue eyes set on the scene developing before them.

[ Rogues, form up on Lead. Lock S-foils in attack position. ] the Executive Officer keyed over the squadron's comm channel.

 

[WelshGuy]

Location: Outside of the Corellian System; Aboard Twinkie Class Cruiser “Tian”
Objective: BYOO (Exploration/Make sure Allyson doesn't get into trouble)
Allies: Republic, [member="Aubrey King"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Dusaro Dresari"]

Yuroic sat on the bed of his bed and took a deep breath, he wasn't sure what to expect from this mission. He was looking forward to working with Allyson and... He looked at the report again, another Padawan called Dusaro. Another Padawan that was being trained under Master DragonsFlame. The man seemed to have a good eye for Padawans as he was training some of the best in the Order at the moment. Allyson had become friendlier over the past few months, he had put in effort to make sure that they could get along as him taking on more roles in the Order would mean that he would be more around. Yuroic inhaled deeply and heard that everyone was on the move, he rose to his feet and adjusted his dark green robes. Scratching the back of his head, Yuroic thought about having to fly in his new personal ship. It was going to be a new experience as the ship was quite a different step from his own ship.

Walking down the halls, he nodded to the others as they roamed around large ship. Arriving in the hangar, he caught a glimpse of Allyson disagreeing with an older man about her ship. Yuroic chuckled to himself, there was little doubt in his mind that Allyson was going to do as she wanted. Yuroic looked over his own ship and shook his head. It was intimidating in a way to use a completely new ship as there were new controls and he had to get use to the ship's capabilities. Stepping closer as he looked over to Allyson taking off, he noticed Dusaro around and gave a small but friendly wave to the young man. Jumping into his own cockpit, Yuroic looked around and took a deep breath. Starting up the controls, Yuroic put his pilot helmet on and opened comms to Allyson and other pilots that might join them. "Sup Locke, Xeraic here. What do you want to watch?"

The ship's movements were not as smooth as Allyson's takeoff, showing his inexperience compared to the pro-pilot. He was interested in seeing Corellia, the planet had a lot of history and the lifestyle was similar to Nar Shaddaa, though he was sure that Allyson say her life on Corellia was worse than his on Nar Shaddaa.

 

[Tobias Dracks]

Planet: Corellia
Location: Some Cantina Called Bovo's
Objective: 1 - Capture the Space Port
Allies: Pro-Republic Grounders
Enemies: Imperials and Allies
Equipment: Armor, Side Arm, Blade

-- A Imperial Trooper stood at the entrance of the Cantina where a sharp blade entered his body and exited his back. Once the trooper stopped moving the blade was pulled out and the individual fell to the ground. On top of the now still body stood a Reptilian male wearing a modified armor for his species. He was firing his Side Arm that was blowing away the Imperial Troopers that attempted to storm his position. He was not having any of that today, he had already been pushed back farther then he would have liked today. He took a few steps forward and fired his side arm. Seeing one of the Imperials lunge at him with the butt of their rifle, he dodged the attempt and brought his blade across his body and sliced at the mans back. Without looking he only continued on.

-- It took the appearance of his personal guard of Republic Knights to appear to block him from the fray. "Vice Chancellor, you cant be in the open like this, we must get you inside."

-- Tobias growled under his breath and looked the Knight in the T-Visor of his helmet. Letting out a final huff of aggressive air from his lungs he turned to walk back to the bar. Blaster Bolts continued to attempt to land on his body, but by luck and the help of the Force Users he made it inside without being hit. Along the Floor there were Republic Marines that lay on the Floor, wounded from the already intense fighting. He walked over to the only working radio in his possession and dropped his massive body and armor on a box that creaked in pain from the pressure.

-- He was sent here to oversee the fighting, supposedly far away from the fighting to really see any combat. Damn good Republic Intelligence was at this point, the whole planet was a warzone. Imperial owned everything, and anything they did not, they pushed hard. He was not even planet side when weapons fire struck his Dropship and they were forced to land in Imperial Occupied Housing Block. Republic Marines were the only support he could receive, but they got shot up every block they moved to secure the Vice Chancellor. The Marines Captain was killed, and the Lieutenant left in charge of a Company of men was fresh out of the Academy. Now he was back in charge of a Military Unit that lost over half their number to death or too injured to fight. Some even had to use Imperial Weapons to fight back due to limited ammo or weapons busted up in close quarters.

-- Republic Command stated that the Space Port was between them and Republic Lines, if he wanted to be saved he needed to make a dash for the Space Port. However, Tobias declined, he had too many injured to leave the Cantina until the Medics gave the OK to move them. Good thing he had a few Healers with the Knight that survived the crash, but overall it was not looking good.

-- The Politician now turned Soldier tapped the Coms Soldier with the side of his pistol. "Inform the Medic they got ten minutes, I am gonna get us some Medical Supplies."

-- The Trooper nodded and Tobias stood back up and walked to the entrance again. He was not done with his playtime, and he had a lot of anger to vent at the moment. There were a few Marines that set up make shift Baracades and the Republic Knight held the front lines to deflect bolts. He looked at the Marines and kicked ones boots. "Whats this Apes, you wanna live forever?!?"

-- The Vice Chancellor held up his blaster and pulled the trigger. In the distance a Trooper who was making an attempt to move between covers, well his head just vanished as the Politician continued to take pot shots at the enemy. The Republic Master of the group only sighed as the rest of the Marines pushed out of the Bar and attempted to take the rest of the street.

 

[Reverance]

Location: Corellia, Starport
Objective: 1 - Kill or be killed
Allies: No one
Enemies: Everyone, [member="Alexandra Feanor"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w997XQ2toPk​

Pale fingers, wrapped in tribal inks that were demarcated by intentional scars, pressed against the flesh of equally scarred canvas. Her touch was surprisingly tender, drifting over the red clockwork of a tattoo that seemed to fade beyond recognition. It was once warm, growing and pulsating, and hummed with an eternal connection - now it laid dormant and muted against his back.

[What is it that you want?] The dialect of the Shai domain poured out from her purple lips, the movement of her jaw was emphasized by a solid black tattoo that extended from the bottom lip to the middle of her neck. Her words carried weight, like a serpent offering a fruit without noting consequence.
“Pain. Death.” He answered.

[For whom?] The women circled him as he looked against the mirror, socket bleeding and weeping red. On the metal countertop, a crimson eye stood with the root still intact. What stood in its stead, it was a thing equally menacinghttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Mqaaq'it.
“For everyone…” He answered once more.

She slipped the inner suit of the vong armor up over his shoulders. And pulling taught the zipper up to the nape of his neck, she hissed towards the vonduun as it click clacked across the table behind him. Mounting against his back, the plates began to assemble in the form of the Vonduun Skerr Ygdris. [For yourself.]

“Most of all.”
[You are lost. Like we once were when we felt so severed. It is a shame...and yet, so much glory.]

The new eye moved from his own image to that of hers, oddly beautiful - in a way that would have almost hurt, if he could still touch the emotion. It was something he chased now, more than anything else. The man the universe had known was, indeed, lost. But the husk that remained was still capable of terrible acts.

Zeton leaned forward as the armor fully assembled itself. Pressing her lips against his, she lifted the blackened fingers of his voxyn handhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/57522-voxyn-aldo-vong-biot/ to his own neck. With just the slightest force, she drew blood and injected the toxins. [Go then. Find what you seek.]

He pressed his hands against her arms and pushed her back, standing. Leaving the helmet to his side, Reverance looked beyond her. “Don’t wait for me.”

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He had been initially confused as to why these Imperials had welcomed him so openly. He stood in direct defiance of much of their dogma, a walking amalgamation of technology and force deadened biots. As close to a monster of no one’s making, he was an asset in their eyes. Nothing more.

It was an appreciated sentiment, one that seemed as accurate as any other truth. Finding a waiting place in the starport, his heckles rose and ears perked as the fight found its way to their doorstep. No matter how much his hunger had died on the vine of conquest, he couldn’t quell the need to feel lust and anger.

Finding an ad-hoc garrison formed within the heart of the Starport, he approached the defensive line as Imperials fired blasters in the direction of the attackers. Despite their attempts to stop him, Reverance strode by as blaster bolts deflected across the carapace of his armor and rung out against the rafters and durasteel beams. He moved with tempered expectation, feeling the presence of those who could bring him harm.

The voxyn arm grew impatient, salivating bile from his palm as it saw the fears and hopes of those who waged this battle. In his other hand, Reverance grabbed the chom-huun http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51983-chom-huun-vong-saber/from the pincers of his back and autofed a lambent crystal through the modified mouth. An orange beam ignited, scorching the scuffed floor, as he continued his slow movement towards the attacking group.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://youtu.be/IumYMCllMsM​

Location: Corellia - Spaceport​

Objective: Riggity Rekt Sith & Imperials​

Enemies: Sith & Imperials​

Allies: Corellia & Corellians (Iffy on these Republic types)​

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There was always work to be done it seemed. Always another mission to undertake, or unrest to quell, or innocent to defend. Once he had a life beyond the blade gripped in his hands. Once more than justice and war had meanings. But after Skor II and after his extended rest healing... After the time spent in the company of the Monks again, training and learning, he had come to a better place. Not a tea totaling family man, nor a boozing womanizer. Not a puritanical zealot, nor of a decidedly darker and more dangerous bend. Whatever may be said of him, there was a steel in his spine and purpose to his steps once again.

Visions had came to him months ago as he walked the flows and ebbs of time. Of a tree in the shape of the Imperial Sigil growing from the blood red soil of Corellia. The Monks had been reluctant, but agreed there was little more for him to learn. No longer was the drive in him the burning purpose of zealotry... These Imperials were bullies, slavers, and worse. So it fell to him to defend those they would rape and pillage.

Stepping over a dead Corellian freedom fighter, Julius bowed his head in reverence at the loss. The hilt in his his hand spun as a measured step turned into a fluid run, and with a silent roll forward he came up with the blade burning green, igniting in a silibant hiss of burning light as the handle expanded in length and drove forward. The poor sod who had been thinking of arresting him saw him snap into a fightiing stance and dropped his security wand and fled.

That was the problem with whipped curs like these Impeials used. Eventually someone broke the fear-hold controlling them.

A thud to the grounnnd in cadence marking saw the hilt shrink back into his hand and drop into a holster on the thigh of his armor, a corellian longcoat covering it in it's folds. What a sight he must make. Bearded and fiery eyed, covered in Aing-Tii made armor as welll as tattos in silvery vine shape and a cybernetic arm gifted to him by them, lightsaber on one thigh and a bryar pistol riding on the other hip. Every inch of him would scream controled lethality, but a starkly noted lack of maglinancy and venom.

This was his home, these were his people. No matteer where he wandered or went, always the place that gave him life called him ever back to it's shores. Once they even looked to him to lead them, and more than once he had done so, always in the end shirking the mantle just as he had most responsibilities in his day. Shirking duty to roam the space lane and play the hero.

And yet, here he was once again, back in the slums of Coronet City taking out the trash.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

Keira couldn't help but wonder if the dear admiral was compensating for something. But she pushed the thought aside for now, a ship this massive? It seemed like they had this fight in the bag no problem, just the swarm of hotshots and lunatics like herself would be softening up the enemy for them. Grinning wide the Imperial pilot rushed for the hangar: snagging her helmet and hooking it in along the way. The commander of Mastiff Squadron always had made herself known as being one for making those ever fashionable scenes.

The immensity of the ship unnerved her though, reminding the Corellian far too much of Cademimu...though...this was Corellia huh? Not that the name meant anything to her, she was Corellian in species alone. To her this was just another planet to fight another war on. Kill some sods, leave, get a drink. Nothing new to that. All those thoughts going through her as she entered into her SI/TIE Interceptor: it was her baby, her baby that had gone through hell and back a dozen times over. Time to add another hell to it.

Pushing herself into the seat, flicking switches and tapping buttons till all those satisfying whines and whatnot gave her the sweet ocresta of a ship turning on did the blonde activate her comms, messaging off to her Squadron: the equally lunatic, equally glory-hungry (or tried to be, at least), and very much criminal (or at least, ex-criminal) forces of Mastiff Squadron.

"This is Mastiff Leader reporting it, no more time for dally, command has our job nice and clear: we go in, we give them hell. We knock out 30 of the sods, drinks are on me."

That was always the game, and the entirely irrelevant dots of Mastiff Squadron rode out to the void above Corellia with what seemed like a literal wall of TIE fighters: at least, to Keira it seemed that way. The Corellian gunned the engines, not wanting to waste any time to get into the bloody fighting, the good stuff, the stuff that made you feel alive.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Corellian Spaceport
Objective: 1 - Hold the spaceport until the Republic assault is turned back
Allies: Imperial forces
Enemies: Republic and Freedom Fighter forces, [member="Julius Sedaire"], [member="Tobias Dracks"], [member="Vulpesen"], [member="Reverance"]?, [member="The Elder Kashi"], [member="Myk Venture"], [member="Vincent Nyax"]

Blaster shots flew everywhere as the Inquisitor ran towards the city-side entrance of the starport, throwing herself quickly against one of the walls to try to get a view of the chaos happening just outside. Imperial forces had managed to entrench themselves properly outside of the spaceport, though some were still fighting out in the streets in an attempt to reclaim control of many major buildings.

What started as a melee against some Corellian freedom fighters had quickly become a full scale invasion of the planet with the assistance of New Republic forces, the skirmish becoming ever fiercer and chaotic as more forces from both sides kept pouring into the battle. Imperial forces had already managed to lose some portions of the city, but all that mattered was holding onto the spaceport so that they could get more men down to turn back the assault.

The Knight cursed under her breath as a blaster bolt sped by her head, causing Jorryn to throw herself back behind the pillar. Taking a long breath, the girl wondered to herself why anyone would even care to launch an invasion of this magnitude for some karking planet like Corellia.

After taking a moment to collect herself, the Echani pulled her saber from it's resting place alongside her hip as she ducked forward down the entrance to get to the barricades located right outside. The men still managed to keep a tight hold on the street out in front, but it seemed like these freedom fighters kept pouring out of every window and street across the way.

Her eyes flickered back and forth between different vantage points that the enemy kept poking out of, trying to fight a point where she could push through. Even though she was a Sith, Jorryn was only newly knighted and stepping into an enforced position would be more trouble for her than it's worth.

For now at least, the Inquisitor was forced to hold the defensive line. At least until she was able to gather more forces for a push against the city and ensure that the spaceport would be safe.

"Ignore the city for now, we need to hold onto this port until our destroyers clear the air and we can land more forces."

She hoped the forces left in the city would be able to alleviate the intensity of the assault against the spaceport, so Jorryn could push through. But for now she needed to make sure what forces she did have stayed alive, and charging them into the city just so she could retake some buildings didn't seem the best course of action. So she would bide her time for now, and hope an opportunity presented itself.

 

[The Midnight Man]

Repaying a Favor​

Starport - East Side; Warehouse 04​

Imperial Relay Station; providing
positional data & local comms for nearby ​

garrison & orbital ships. ​

Enemy: Imperial Occupational troops [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

Objective: Disrupt Communications (Objective 1)

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When you really, truly know a place, the entire world unfolds for you; like a flower, blooming after a fresh morning rain. Jorus Keter had been born, less than five miles from this very starport. He'd played here as a child, while his father worked as a baggage handler. Years ago, a 8-year old Jorus had watched his father face down three ugly men in an alleyway... and then watched his father die. The boy had run. And run. And run. They hadn't caught him, because he truly knew this place. So, when his new family had heard of forces bound for Corellia, Jorus went.​

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The Family didn't mind. They knew he was capable, and would return...​

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As for the Imperials & Sith, he'd arrived quite late... Or, he reminded himself, maybe just in time.​

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Finding out where "they" were wasn't the hard part. All of Corellia knew where the Imperials were. They could spot them a mile away, and pick them off through a scope if need-be, but not everyone could fight. He'd spilled blood on these streets, and stared at the stars first from these skies... and he'd be damned if he didn't spill some of their blood, too. It was only fair. After a brief conversation or two, one of his old friends in CorSec had dropped him a line - and now, he knew right where to hit them.​

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So, the darkness welcomed him...​

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And he'd come to a nondescript warehouse, on the industrial side of Coronet City, with a thirst for blood.​

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14.​

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The chainlink fence didn't stand a chance. He'd only needed to cut a few links, and was then able to slip through. The tiny cutting-laser concealed at his wrist was the key, and it vanished as quickly as it had manifested. He was lithe, slim, balanced - coiling & uncoiling like a serpent. He was dressed all in black, and found an easy home in the shade. The day was wearing on, and in the background, the distant hum of activity as battle raged had become natural. It was a new part of the planet's heartbeat... until it wasn't anymore.​

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Lord Nyax had taken his first silently, striking from the trooper's blindside, using a razor-thin garotte wire which found the bottom of the man's chin, bypassing the helmet to bite deeply into flesh. The trooper hit the ground hard on his belly, immediately curled up in a fetal position; all the wind knocked out of him. Falling forward, Vengeance used his a knee to cushion his fall, wrenching up with all his might while straining with the wire. ​

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There was the sound, and a splash of crimson.​

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13.​

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It took only a moment, to pull the Imperial's limp body into the shadowy remains of a shipping container, out of sight.​

 

[Amari Deechi]

Location: Aboard an Argonaut-class Carrier exiting hyperspace
Objective: 1 (Secure Spaceport)
Enemy: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Reverance"] | Generic Imperial Scum
Allies: [member="Vincent Nyax"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | [member="Tobias Dracks"] | [member="The Elder Kashi"] | [member="Vulpesen"]
Personal Equipment: Standard UFARB Loadout
Special Gear: ESKR Mk.1 Rifle


Despite Corellia being beyond the protection mandate of the Silver Jedi Order, when the call came down that the New Republic was going to war to liberate the planet from under the boot of imperialists, he was among the first to sign up for the job. After Commenor it seemed like more and more of the Core had had enough of these brutal jackboot types and were rising up one after the other to take down the dictators who'd taken hold following the invasions of the Sith Empire not long ago. The Umbaran was more than happy to lend his gun in that regard to help allies and friends.

His fellows in the UFARB were nearly as quick as he to join up. The entire battalion, in fact, enough to warrant a much larger transport than had been anticipated. Of course it was entirely necessary to bring a full on carrier, something he'd been quick to accept when he got a look at the gunships they were bringing along. That much firepower would put a smile on any soldier's face, and despite his maturity and experience, he was no exception.

What made him uncomfortable however was that the majority of his troopers were being brought in via dropship squadron externally, using their own hyperdrives to carry them from Kashyyyk to Corellia. Despite it being the final leg of the trip he couldn't help but be concerned for their safety, always worried that even a single ship would experience some horrific hyperspace tragedy. He'd written home the letters of consolation to the families of troopers who'd died under his command, and visited just as many to deliver the bad news in person, but never so many as a single dropship carried at once. Amari feared that would be far too many for him to handle. Did that make him a bad leader? He hoped he would never need to answer that.

It was something he had to put aside, however, when it came time for the final briefing. A hundred and twenty Umbarans sat in the hangar, each fully geared and loaded for the task ahead. Twelve squads, one per gunship. His eyes scanned their faces, distracted only for a moment by the droid fighters that would be acting as their escorts once they were all dispatched. They were trained well, they were equipped well, but he knew that some of them wouldn't be coming back from this mission.

"Listen up everyone," he called out as he took a position at the head of the group, drawing the attention of each and every one of them. "We're only a few minutes out. Early reports coming in say that local opposition is holed up in these positions here." A quick activation of the holoprojector on his wrist brought up a blued readout of the city, with known heavy enemy positions marked in red. "We'll be going for the spaceport here. Local rebels are already engaging Imperial forces on the ground, but it's heavily fortified. That's where these gunships will come in handy. They'll drop us at the LZ here," he said, drawing a line along the map in green. "Two blocks west of the port. Our droid fighters will provide close support from enemy fighters on the way in. Once we're on the ground we'll make our way on foot towards the port. Heavy gunners and sharpshooters, your fireteams will deploy into the higher floors of these buildings overlooking the port and provide overwatch and report on enemy movements. Once the gunships lift off again they will provide close air support and hit heavy enemy positions within the port itself, targeting first heavy anti-air guns and vehicles before picking off troops to open paths for us to push forward on foot, and the dropships will bring in the bulk of our forces. Everyone got that?"

Silent nods of understanding made him breathe a sigh of relief, though a hand went up from Sergeant Muris.

"Sir, what are the rules of engagement here?" the Sergeant asked, drawing some murmurs from his fellows. "At Commenor we were limited in what we could do against First Order forces, and on Gyndine for most of the engagement we were rather limited in our offensive capacity."

Amari couldn't help but grin, eyes never leaving the Sergeant. "If it's inside the spaceport and isn't wearing civvie clothes or a Republic uniform, then it's open season." Cheers and applause rang out, much to his approval, though he raised a hand to calm everyone so he could finish. "That said, everyone, listen up. That said, we're taking prisoners until otherwise informed. If they're surrendering, let them surrender, and make sure they've set their weapon aside and have their hands up and clearly visible before you approach to apprehend. You all know the drill."

A klaxon began to blare, drawing their unified attention up to a blinking orange light that signified a very short time to target. Everyone knew what came next, and where they were to go. Amari grouped up with the squad he'd be sharing his gunship with, finding his seat closest to the cockpit so he could keep a direct line of communication with the pilot and see everything forward, including the opening of the carrier's hangar bay.

"Command, this is Netcaster 2-1, final checks finished, prepared to launch," the pilot said into his communications as Amari watched. "Repulsors active, launching in three... two... one..."

He could feel the ship lifting up from the floor of the hangar, zipping out through the field that kept everything inside. Before them was Corellia, or at least what remained of it, and far in the distance what looked to be a significant space battle, though it was so far away he could barely see the ships involved aside from one truly massive beast of a vessel. That wasn't his concern, however, and thought of it slipped away as he watched the squadron of dropships carrying the majority of his troops appear out of hyperspace just ahead and off to the side, a group of TIE/st fighters pulling ahead to guide them in, the rest off to the sides or behind.

The fight was coming. And the Imperials would have to pray they were prepared for it.


Complement
1x Argonaut-class Carrier

• 3 Netcaster-class Heavy Gunship squadrons (120 UFARB troopers)
• 2 TIE/st Droid Fighter squadrons

4 EDR-4100 Dropships (320 UFARB troopers)
440 UFARB Troopers Total

 

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Corellia System, space
Ship: TR-20http://starwarsrp.net/topic/99295-tr-20-x-wing
Allies: Republic, Rogue Squadron, [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Ava Cartwright"]
Enemies: Imperial Scum
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Following in motion with the other pilots in his Squadron, Jax’s hyperdrive engaged as he made the jump for hyperspace with Snaps providing his system checks before launch. Usually he was bold and a little daring but today was a matter of succeeding, not just for Corellia but for himself knowing full well that imps would be keeping their eyes peeled for any loose strays.

The dark side to no surprise continued their sieges of homeworlds, using tyranny and oppression as mechanisms to seduce those under it’s grasp and as long as the Rogues were still breathing, Jax could guarantee that they would always be around for the call. As it so happened, one of their own was entirely close to home regarding this whole situation. Jax hadn’t bothered to dwell on it but it made him wonder how his commander was taking it. The pilot wasn’t sentimental by all means but they were all united in someway so when one of their own was hurting they felt it in some way. As the transmission came through, Jax sounded off a confirmation to indicate that he was ready. “Skyhawk reporting in, ready to dive.”

Forming up his X-Wing in tow with lead, the fighter’s S-foils sprung open with the HUD in front of him scanning for any potential threats that could be arising. “Contact, I'm picking up a nest of imps at zero five two mark three, comin' in hot. ”

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Corellian Orbit, ~40km away from Imperial/Republic Fleet
Allies in the sky: SJO, Rouges ([member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Jax Rhane"], [member="Amari Deechi"], [member="Allyson Locke"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Rayf Vigil"], etc.)
Enemies in the sky: Sith/Imperials ([member="Keira Cerdulan"], [member="Solan Charr"]'s fleet)
Objective: Clash of titans

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It was one of the few times in the Silver Spacy Sixth Fleet's existence that the entirety of its vessels were together in one system.​

​

Pickle Rick, and Rick himself, emerged out of hyperspace first. Its pure bulk dominated the allied side of the battlefield, even as more and more ships of the Fleet began to jump in. Its colossal weapons loomed, slowly moving to point toward the battlefield. However, Rick realized the enemy also had a terribly large vessel, supported by a fleet of its own. It would be a clash of titans.

[The Sixth Fleet is here. Picking up the presence of a SSD or something of similar size, along with plenty of escorts. I will engage, use the opportunity to sneak through their lines and take the port. Don't worry about me, just focus on your tasks.]

Then Rick closed his allied channel comms and got to work. At this range, about forty kilometers out, the only weapons that would be able to have effect, likely from either side, would be Pickle Rick's heavy artillery guns. However, even they could not pick off the smaller escort vessels. So the Sixth slowly closed in, their cannons and missiles poised to strike. The interdictors in the Fleet would come to work later, once the ships were closer together.

In the meantime, the ten Cerrus-class Demolishers onboard Pickle Rick were prepared. Rick's own creations, they were about length of a heavy frigate, and it was perhaps the largest gun in the entire SJO arsenal. One 800mm (Officially classified as 700mm XL++) high-explosive round from a Cerrus's barrel could tear a light cruiser in two. Ten might be enough to shake up even an SSD. The only disadvantage to them in the current environment was their extreme power consumption, forcing the temporary weakening of all other systems in the ship, including weapons and shielding. All ten guns now locked onto the enemy's SSD. Even at this range, the cannons would still have great affect, as they were designed to hit ships up to nearly 70 kilometers away.

As the guns charged up and made their precice targeting predictions, Rick waited apon the enemy's reaction.

Spoiler: Sixth "Flare" Fleet

Pickle Rick - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: Supremacy
Morty - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD
Summer - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD
Megaseed 1-5 - None Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: TBD

Jerry - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD
Beth - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD

Evil Rick - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD
Evil Morty - Shielding: 100%, Armor: 100%, Engaging: TBD
Meeseek 1-10 - None Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: TBD
Dimension 1-10 - None Damaged - None Destroyed - Engaging: TBD

Spoiler: Actions

Sixth Fleet begins closing distance between Imperial Fleet
Pickle Rick aims Cerrus Demolishers at Supremacy, gets ready to fire

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[Vulpesen]

Location: Entering the Correllian Hangar
Objective: Remove Imperial Influence
Enemy: Imperials [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]
Allies: Republic

"Entering drop zone, sir!" Vulpesen sighed in releif as Yarlen's words reached his ears, finally offering the relief he had been waiting for, for so long. Checking his bracers one alst time, the Valde ensures that everything was in working order. Paralytic darts on his right hand. Hallucinogenic darts on his left. In truth, he realized that he rarely ever shot the silent projectiles, but it was nice to have them anyways.

"Pop her open! Lets move boys!" The whir of a dropping ramp was drowned out by the rushing of wind and the distant sounds of combat down on the ground. Finally, some fun. Ace, stay on the ship. Three steps forward and Vulpesen launched himself out of the ship and into free fall. Two seconds later, and his men joined him. No parachutes, no jump packs, no ropes. All they had was the trust that Vulpesen was strong enough in the force to keep them all from going splat.

Slowing his descent as the ground rusahed up before him, Vulpesen hit the deck of the hangar bay and rolled onto his knees, turning around to catch sight of his men who were just a little behind him. Reaching out with the force, he caught each one in a soft cradle to lower them safely to a solid surface as if they'd descended by parachute. A second later and rifles were shouldered and coms were checked. With a final nod and a wave of the Valde's hand, the Vitae charged straight into the hellfire.

 

[The Lurking Presence]

LOCATION: Starport, West Access
OBJECTIVE: Hold for Sith Reinforcements
ENEMY: Corellian Terrorists, New Republic
ALLIES: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"], Sith Allies
GEAR: Zelroth's Rest


For what ambition, The Sith may have brandished, there on Corellia. Their manipulations had indubitably failed. What soft gospels they had sung, lacerating potential rivals by tongue and blade, replaced now only by the melodic whispers of Warfare. It's violence deafening and proud.

Belphaegor had become disoriented, the exact number of men and women that had found the flame of their Worldly desires extinguished through Assassination, had grown to staggering proportions. By the time idle contempt, transformed in to militant fervency, it seemed as though the Agents of the Sith Empire had but hardly a single breath to spare before the tension ruptured in to a wound that bled with such fury and acrimony that no bandage could be drawn and wrapped tightly enough to stem the tireless flow.

Through every Street and Square, the poisonous acerbity spread. Rabid and vicious. Conflict brutalizing civility and decorum from heart and mind, forcing even the most cordial beings, to bloom in to heinous savages. Resistance Soldiers and Rebel Terrorists. Meatlump Gangs and even the rebirth of the Selonian Afarathu. Corellia would not kneel or bend prone to the meddling of Sith.

In the days leading towards the most riotous conflicts, when Order yet remained fragile and agitators found their flesh scourged from bone by the greedy crack of a Public Lashing. The Inquisitor knew already, that collision, was imminent. He could see it in the patterns of blood that stained cobbled streets, read the ire of countless eyes. . . taste the soot and ash of warfare upon his palate.

It'd proven no easy task to force the departure of those most loyal towards him. Zymis, doubly so. But however joined their path may find itself, for this, Belphaegor required it diverted.

For himself, and Maena, Belphaegor emptied Grand Libraries. Filled Transport Holds full of Corellian Alcohols and Fauna. Quite curiously, perhaps, the Pale Maenan even hauled off vast portions of powdery Gold and Black Beach Sands. Urging Zymis, Section 13 Agents, and Detachment Six Operators off towards Doaba Guerfel - where they abruptly departed, journeying out back towards the Unknown Regions of the Galaxy.

What the Inquisitor procured for the Sith, however, still found itself en route to Kor Vella. The Convoy had come under attack somewhere near the Mesa, when Corellian Guerrillas learned it had been carrying a heavy load of Hypermatter destined for Sith Space.

But the subtle luxury of logistics seemed little more than fantasy now. His role within the Saaraishash, which saw him largely wreathed by shadow and mystery, abandoned. Forced now to join the Battles of the day, and assess whatever he could of these new enemies that were rising to challenge the Empire.

He'd been here before; from the skirmishes on Ossus with the Galactic Alliance, where he had largely played a role in the opening stages of breathing life in to the Dark Nexus that resides there still to this day. To the nightmarish scenes aboard the Acerbitas, and the spiteful Siege at Commenor. Even the bloody peaks of Luria. It was an oathbound Duty for the Lord Inquisitor, [member="Darth Saarai"]. An expectation, from the Sith Emperor, [member="Darth Carnifex"].

Less and less unease with each foray, perhaps one day, Belphaegor thought, he may even find as much comfort here as he does in Halls of Knowledge, dingy Tombs, and his numerous labs of Alchemy.

"Send word to the Echani, " Belphaegor growled, clutching a Soldier at the collar of his gory armor. "Our position is shattering, we'll be overrun within the hour! "

It was a fact that fled bitterly from the mouth of the Pale Maenan, as he watched the Soldier suddenly flee and vanish through the torn and crumbling West Starport Access Way to supply the fellow Inquisitor, [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] with the grim news. Communications were severed, the fighting was jagged and bestial. However laggard it may present itself, coordination would be their only gambit if any of them meant to survive.

Overhead, the dogfights between TIE and X-Wing hung low and throttled fast. Grumbling with such vicious vigor the Inquisitor could feel it make his bones bicker and ache as they howled at breakneck speeds above the battle, the grinding thump of Anti-Aerial Guns positioned on the sloping curves of the Starport Super-Structure walloping on and on in endless cadence.

Belphaegor stood a satisfactory, 1.9 meters in height, with an athletically slender, strong, build. His eyes amber, lips black, and flesh a sickly pallid sort of white. Donning black robes, trimmed in deep crimson, that were as tattered as the Imperial Men and Women fighting here at the West Access, he moved about the chaos in smooth, virulent fashion.

Striding unphased through torrents of Blaster Bolts and Slugs, Zelroth's Rest swaying to and fro, claiming life and limb of any in range that the Inquisitor deemed target.