The Beacons Are Lit ( Galactic Alliance Dominion of Chandrila & Botor )

[Aston Jacobs]

Location:{2}-Ground
Objective: Catch up with [member="Liliane Lancaster"]
Allies:Liliane Lancaster
Enemies:None
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This woman....

Aston shaking his head as he urged the speeder bike forward. "She was supposed to wait!" Aston muttered to himself as he was hot on her trail. While Aston wasn't telling his Master what to do, he did show up unexpectedly so the fact that she was supposed to wait for him was totally false, but hey....no one needed to know that. The Jedi Padawan was very grateful that she had agreed to his training. Aston wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with. While he was gentle,caring and passionate about his life and the life of his friends and family. He also had tendency to do what he wanted whenever he wanted. Aston giggled lightly as he though about it, he was just happy she hadn't given up on him.

Yet...

"Blast, where is this woman!" Aston shouted as he sped forward as quickly as possible, wanting to catch up to his master and friend.

 

[Saffron]

Hanna City
Arceneau Trade Company

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Arceneau Trade Security would send in the alert for all of their workers. For their protection, they were to halt all operations and please return to their homes. So far, the terrorist activity was merely something to be watched over the Holonews. An act that Saffron and Aeri did while reviewing security.

“They say that an Alliance official has been captured.” That made Saffron grimace. This was not going to end well.

“We all know what the Alliance’s stance on terrorists is.” she said quietly. The Galactic Alliance does not negotiate with terrorists.
“Ensure that our employees stay inside. We’ll work with the Alliance if they need, but for now, everyone in the biodome should remain safe.

 

[Choli Vyn]

Location: Arriving Chandrila system
Objective: Seek and destroy terrorist prison ship & Combat Air Patrol
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron (more welcome)
Enemies: TBD
Sitrep: One Flight Leader - Alexandra Russo 1, Two Flight Leader - Asmus Janes 9; @Choli Vyn 7, Tela Uolmi 3, Devyn Lynton 17, Vale Endriss 8
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[ Here's the sitrep… There is a GA hostage apparently aboard that stolen prison ship along with the prisoners. Also, long range scans are showing an unknown fleet possible coming our way too, but… they aren't here yet so lets see what we can do to force the ship to surrender. All flights on me. ]

Well, guess that little nagging sensation at the back of my neck was right, mused Choli.

[ Looks like the ship has an escort. One Flight go high, Two Flight low. Let's nail em quickly. Show them we mean business. ]

And they had their orders.

Flipping a gloved hand, the Rogue sent out her message, [ Rogue Seven going high. ] her voice crackled. Moving along with her flight, she pulled back the piloting yoke. The Starfighter rose up, and then leveled.

Their target, that escort.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: A. Seek and Destroy the terrorist crewed prison ship commanded by Zegg Brimhold.
B. Be Vigilant A Sith interdiction fleet has been detected in space near Chandrila.
Location: Large Asteroid cluster, just outside the orbit of Chandrila
In Vicinity: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Cal Sedaire"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]


A rapid beeping and series of chirps sounded in his ears as Vale quickly adjusted his helmet.

"I see them R8, calm down with that noise."

His statement was followed by what was likely an angry series of whirs and beeps as the droid replied. As the command was given to form up on Rogue 1, he quickly keyed his mic twice, letting the double click signal his ready status. He'd been a bit of a daredevil in Blue Squadron, always pushing the limits of what he was capable of, flying too close, cutting turns just within the structural limits of the fighters. He was good though, and he knew his ships well. It had gone from a knowledge of the statistics to an intimate knowledge of his ship's performance capabilities. Whenever he could he signed up for training events, even volunteering to help train the other squadrons when command allowed. He stayed on Rogue One's wingtip, probably a little closer than he should have but he bet it looked "Wicked cool". As she rolled towards the cluster of large asteroids, he got a small alert on his HUD. Bogeys. He grinned.

Following suit and rolling his X-Wing, he pulled back on the stick, rising above the formation, he noted Rogue 7 mirrored his action on the left. He smirked. In space, there was no "Up" but he knew what Russo meant. He contemplated stating such, but he knew his place. Over the last few weeks leading up to this, the pilots of Rogue Squadron had made it clear that he was the "New Blood". He didn't mind, he'd gotten used to it, transferring from the measly defense force on Naboo to joining the Alliance and being assigned to Blue Squadron. He'd impressed the people around him, it was the only explanation as to why he'd gotten the assignments he had, especially taking into account he hadn't been with the Alliance from a young age as some had. Instead of retorting, he hit a few buttons on his console, bringing up his sensor scans, seeing what he could. He saw the fighters flicking around one of the large asteroids, wondering what they were.

A short string of chirps later he had his answer. Z-95's. "Headhunters". It was an appropriate term. He'd gotten the opportunity to fly a few and he found they were particularly nimble. They may have had a lighter load-out than the X-Wing but they were still dangerous. As the ships grew closer, he saw their blasters begin firing. It was the mark of an undisciplined rabble. There was a time for firing, but they were still well outside the range of their weapons, it indicated that they didn't know their equipment well. From his sensor readings, they were matched, 1 to 1. Quickly keying up his mic, he spoke.

:: Rogue 8, Incoming hostiles, Z-95's. Don't let them get behind you, you'll never get them off by yourself. ::

Sure, they probably all knew it, but he figured he'd say it for the record. As he leveled off, he looked left at Rogue 7. Choli Vyn. At least that's what the roster said. He'd seen the gal from time to time, but only in passing or during briefs. She seemed a capable pilot, in fact, all of them seemed like capable pilots. He was impressed. In most other squadrons there was always one or two who were there but had to have their hands held, Rogue seemed to march to their own beat, and he liked that. He drifted slightly behind, allowing Rogue 7 to pull about a ship-length ahead on the left. Now in a somewhat staggered formation, he punched a few buttons and toggle switches. With a low hum, his S-foils extended, locking into the classic X formation. Now he was ready. He waited patiently for the command, but now he would be more than ready when the first of the Z-95's got into range.

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[Alexandra Porte]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy terrorist prison ship & Combat Air Patrol
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Zegg Brimhold & incoming Sith fleet
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8 ; Two Flight/Leader - [member="Asmus Janes"] 9; [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, & [member="Cal Sedaire"] 19 (temporary ID)
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[ Lock S-foils into attack position. Fire at will. ] Russo gave the order as the Z-95 Headhunter formations came into range.

One Flight made up of Rogues One, Seven, and Eight went high while Two Flight with Nine, Seventeen, and Sedaire, whom Rogue Leader marked temporally as Nineteen, went low; each pilot picking out their target and readying to fire upon them quickly and effectively. They had no time to lose. Lives depended on them.

"All power to forward shield, Rusty. Switching to proton torpedoes," Alleycat advised her R2 unit. A targeting box appear on the heads-up display and Alex maneuvered the T-70 to drop the sight on the lead Headhunter. The range indicator dropped numbers and digits as the X-wing closed on the enemy escort craft. She nudged the flight stick to the left and framed the incoming Z-95 perfectly. The box went red and a strident beep filled the cockpit. Alex pulled the trigger and the first torpedo sped in at it's target; the missile reducing the target to fire and scrap metal.

Equaling out her shields after flying through the debris, Rogue One switched back to lasers and set a direct course for the prison ship, which was now sitting just outside the asteroid cluster while the others took care of their share of the targets. It should be a clean enough sweep for the elite pilots in short order.

[ Prison ship, this is Commander Russo of the Galactic Alliance. I'm ordering you cease and desist. Power down your weapons. You have ten seconds to comply. ] Russo keyed over a general comm frequency, making sure not to fall within the ship's tractor beam range or hopefully the five quad turbolaser batteries either in case this backfired. If the ship tried to move back behind the big asteroid now that it lost it's escort fighters, the Taanabian would have Rogues send proton torpedoes to blast the rock and block it's further escape.

[member="Logen Brunner"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 3 of 20
Air Objective B: Sith Interdiction Fleet Incoming
Location: Ruisto-class Exploration Vessel Epistellar Jovian (Corellia Digital Fleet)
Tagging: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Vale Endriss"]

The X-Wings and the Z-95s seemed clustered around some kind of transport ship.

They hadn't altered course in response to the arrival of the Sith ships, but it was entirely possible that the Sith vessels were still outside of the starfighters sensor range. Or that the pilot's were so focused on the engagement in front of them that they hadn't noticed the fight coming up behind them.

Neither scenario presented a good situation for them. If he'd had the Galactic Alliance's frequencies, he could have signaled the X-Wings to warn them. But he didn't. He wasn't familiar with their communications protocols. Unlike with the Silver Sanctum Coalition, where his company was responsible for coming up with the protocols.

It was also possible that the Sith hadn't picked up the X-Wings yet. So he didn't want to broadcast a warning on an open channel, and tip off the Sith to their presence...

The child's blue eyes gazed down at the read-out coming in on the monitors, his mind silently working out the calculations and possibilities in his head. Glancing up, the young Anzat looked over at the navigator. "Helm, make my course three-one-zero mark five," the youngling knight ordered. That would bring them about, turn them to the port side in a slow, leisurely turn.

The mullet-headed, retired navigator from a spice freighter that the boy had hired to drive the Ruisto turned to give the child a two-finger salute. "Three-one-zero mark five, aye!"

At that angle, their sensor profile might also mask the signatures of the starfighters. Confuse the readings against the mass of the transport ship.

That was a gamble. But he was a Corellian. If he wasn't gambling, then what was he doing?

What he wasn't gambling with was getting the Galactic Alliance's attention. Pointing over toward the side of the bridge, the boy gestured toward a protocol droid. "Comms, give me an open channel. Wide area broadcast."

He couldn't talk to the Galactic Alliance without calling attention to them, but he could talk to the Sith... and hopefully the Galactic Alliance was paying attention.

"Sith vessels, this is the Epistellar Jovian out of Drall. We are a commercial survey vessel conducting research in interstellar space. Please advise how we should maneuver to avoid interfering with your operations."

A Sullustan waddled up beside him. "All decks report in. Condition One is set throughout the ship."

That had taken entirely too long. If this were a military vessel, that is. As it was, he was mildly amazed they'd gotten it done. "Very well," the boy acknowledged with a nod of his head.

The Sullustan first mate seemed to hesitate a moment. "The deflector generators, sir... That is, shall I raise the shields, General?"

A good question.

And not one he had an easy answer for. They weren't a military vessel. They weren't even a Jedi vessel.

"We're an interstellar corporation," the young Jedi answered finally, with a shake of his head. "Let them make the first move. We'll respond accordingly."

In his head, he was trying to imagine what that response would even look like. The Intervention was on the far side of the galaxy, at Laekia. The Nadesico was in the vicinity of M'Haeli, but that was a day's travel at best. And the Discovery should have been arriving at Rebellion Actual, in the Kathol Sector. The closest ship he had to Chandrila was a Liorre-class Super Freighter, with virtually no weapons on board, and a Class 4 hyperdrive.

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Hanna City, Command Center
Objective: Assist Chief Security Officer Dalen Myrhold in protecting the city. (Objective 1)
Allies: GA members/local security forces, [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Vale Endriss"]
Enemies: TBD
Post:3/20

Armis looked thoughtful for a moment.

"So outnumber 3 to 1 with scattered forces." "Equipment is sparse but does exist."

He turned and looked at Kahne and crew.

"What are you thinking?" "Go Precinct to Precinct liberate the Officers inside and then retake the Agri-Corp facilities?"

Armis turned to the Chief.

"Riot gear is better than nothing." "Can I rely on your Officers having firearms training and at least basic knowledge of tactics?" "As long as the are trained enough to watch their fields of fire we should be ok." "If push comes to shove can we augment your guys with any trained soldiers?"

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Find & Rescue Hostages (3/20)
[member="Liliane Lancaster"] [member="Aston Jacobs"] [member="Vale Endriss"]
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A shadow flashed across his mind. So Tiland was not the only one with a mind set to discover what lay about. He frowned and adjusted his robes. His presence had already been discovered. He stopped. No, perhaps not his own. Someone else was approaching, one whose light burned. A Jedi of great strength. On a speeder, by the sound of it. One with fast engines. He turned and leaned on his staff, giving a small bow. He wasn't sure where he had met her from, or if he had, but her name escaped him.

"Well met, traveler, although I sense you travel with far more directness than I, I believe we travel in common purpose." He adjusted the satchel on his shoulder as he considered his next step. Whomever this Darth Scummy, or whatever his name was, he knew they were here, and he would rush to conclude his mission. So, it was time for him to take... some more dramatic steps. Perhaps one he had no desire to do, for to reveal his true nature was to also reveal his greatest weakness. Every part of his genetic code and biology craved the Dark. Only strength of will and trust in the Light kept it at bay... but perhaps in this case the dark needed to be revealed for the light to shine through.

"And I apologize for what is about to happen," Tiland said after several moments of contemplation, "But it may give us the needed time."

He rolled his shoulders and set his legs. A strong stance, one that grounded him to the planet and the things that grew upon it. He would need their call to bring himself back.

Then he opened his mind to himself. All the cravings and hunger his body desired bloomed through his mind, ink on his otherwise bright persona. The Jedi approaching was strong with the soup and- he wrenched that thought away and sent it down, down into the ground, seeking out this so-called Sith. It was easy. As light called to light, so did dark to dark, and there were no better hunters in the galaxy than an Anzati. But that was not his purpose yet. He merely wished to announce the presence of one such as himself. Not a Jedi, but an ancient Anzati. Others would undoubtedly sense him as well, especially if they were in tune with the Force. But whether they would recognize what it meant was another thing altogether.

He let the feeling of age settle upon his mind, of waiting and watching, and brooding as empires rose and fell, as centuries came and past, and always, the brooding dark. It was that feeling and a message that he sent out to this Sith. Not so much through the Force, but through his own telepathy again.

I am impressed by your accomplishments. Allow me to aid you and you can accomplish so much more.

It was tempting to stay that way, to let the void of space flood into him and give in finally to the hunger. Not just a hunger, but a need. As Master Yael had said, he needed to rely on the Force for his survival, not what he ate. It pulled at him, practically begging him to give in.

But warm strands of light worked their way up his body. The Living Force, one of light and growth. Of energy and life. The one that tied him as tightly to the grasses beneath his feet as it did to the woman who approached and the Sith far away. They were all one, bound together by their very lives. A pity so many misunderstood, and perhaps another pity that the New Jedi Order did not understand the origin of their greatest strength. It was not in military might or aggressive negotiations that they were so fond of, and were quite excellent at. No, the strength of the Light was in peace and serenity, for that is what allowed it to move so freely.

And the darkness faded, leaving but a whisper. He was old, and now he felt it. Tiland dropped to one knee, leaning against the staff, trying to catch his breath. Never again, unless there was a drastic emergency.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy terrorist prison ship & Combat Air Patrol
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Zegg Brimhold & incoming Sith fleet
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8 ;
Two Flight/Leader - [member="Asmus Janes"] 9; [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, & [member="Cal Sedaire"] 19 (temporary ID)
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Asmus eased the stick forwards to dip his nose low and come in underneath One Flight. A tug right and then left rolled him one eighty to put One Flight 'underneath' him. Asmus had very nearly become an astronavigator on a ship. He had a mind for plotting routes, a head for numbers and exceptional spatial awareness.

There was no absolute frame of reference in space. They could use the planet or the starship they were preparing to assault. Asmus just relied on his own frame of reference. In his own mind he was always stationary. When he pushed the throttle he accelerated everyone in the direction of his ion stream. Each dot on his display always had three different vector arrows with it: direction facing, relative acceleration, relative velocity.

Something caught his attention as he cruised ahead and locked his S-foils into attack position.

"Two Flight, stay tight these things are accelerating far faster than Threat Index numbers for a Z-95. Overpowered engines it seems, they'll try and get in amongst us."

:: Rogue 8, Incoming hostiles, Z-95's. Don't let them get behind you, you'll never get them off by yourself. ::

"Pfft, I can get anyone off by myself," Asmus replied before his sensibilities could stop him.

If that was the case, he had little interest in testing their maneuverability up close. Just as Rogue One had done, he shifted his power to forward shields and tried to achieve torpedo lock.

The red streak shot out from beneath his canopy the moment it was achieved. The Headhunter duked aside, but was still caught in the blast.

Moments later the enemy ships were upon them, putting on another burst of speed to limit that initial head on confrontation and get in and around the Rogue. As Asmus came around the haptic pad in the small of his back buzzed, alerting him to a fighter closing on his six and trying to get missile lock.

 

[Logen Brunner]

Location: Prison Ship, Cell B13
Objective: Escape and stay alive
Allies: [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Alexandra Russo"]
Enemies: Zegg and company
Post: 2/20

Logen stood looking at the mirror with in his cell. He saw the devil in the reflection staring back at him, grinning the smile that he smiles. The old man sighed, it had been a long time since he had seen him, his own hand gripping the homemade tooth brush shank he had worked on the moment he got into the cell. "How else did you think you were going to get out of here?" His voice was low as he talked to himself. He was no virgin to taking lives, his hands have been bloodies many times. Just doesn't mean it gets easier, well not for this guy. Probably the one ounce of humanity he still clung to in this unforgiving universe. He turned from the mirror and squated on the toilet, his pants down to his ankles.

The joys of being a survivalistic prep-per, you knew where to place essential equipment to get you out of tight situations. Like a rectal concealment tube, that he had inserted the moment he realized he was getting kidnapped. It was nothing less then an aluminum cigar tube, loaded with ribbon det for Logen was more of a explosive type of person. Moments later the tube would of been removed and the corellian would be placing the ribbon tape where the door's access panel would be. Logen gripped the shank as he heard the footsteps of Jodar. He took three deep breaths, to calm his nerves for what was needed to be done.

"Hey Jodar! Did your mother ever mention me?" Logen taunted the prison guard.

"Jeeska da dika wahca!" The Rodian responded in anger. His pace quicken towards the corellian's cell.

"Guess that's a yes?" He chuckled loudly, his hand gripping the shank in the right and his left ready to grip the guard. Jodar open the hatch to peer into the cell, see face to face of his prisoner. Unfortunately for the Rodian, he was greeted with a quick thrust of a shank, that went deep into his left eye. Logen reached out with his left hand gripping Jodar by the right ear while he tore the shank out and jabbed it into his throat, catching the carotid artery. The Corellian Devil then let the rodian drop to the ground, he squirmed in desperation to live, holding his neck by pure instinct as blood flooded from the fresh wound. Shock was setting in, and the color of his scaling skin was turning pale with the loss of essential fluids.

Logen stepped back in time as the ribbon charges blew a whole through the metal, disintegrating the access panel and unlocking the cell door. The door slid open, smoke thicken the corridor and cell as he stepped out from the cell. He could hear alarms blaring, which would no doubt bring some unwanted guests his way. Logen looked down at the critically injured Rodian with long lanky fingers gripped around his own throat. He stepped over to Jodar, kneeling down and unbuckling the holster belt from his waist. "Sorry Jogar!" Logen apologized in earnest, flipping him over as he undressed the leather jacket from the dying rodian.

He quickly adjusted and buckled the holster and belt on and then put his lucky jacket on for he was going to need all the luck he can muster to get out of this alive. Logen drew his DL-44, and looked back down at the Rodian that was gasping and blubbering in the last throws of life. With a quick squeeze of the trigger ended the suffering. Now what?

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: II. Rescue and Capture
[member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Liliane Lancaster"]

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"I ask again. What are you going to do with the hostages ?" Her tone implied she was determined and vindictive to receive the answer to what she inquired.

"Go to hell, Jedi queen!" The scruffy looking man that hung on the wall like a portrait thanks to the telekinetic powers of the woman before him.

"Not what I asked." Areti muttered under he breath as she pulled the man back and slammed him up the wall again. Not the most Jedi ways but sometimes these powers were needed to be used in such a way for the greater good.

"Alright, alright, damn it." The man answered and the telekinetic grip left him dropping him on the ground. It had taken quite a while to get the responses from this man. "They will be p-"

"Go on." Areti frowned as she saw the man beginning to suffocate. She felt the Force somewhere in him but nowhere around. What was going on. The Jedi tapped into the ethereal to save the man but whatever she tried to do did not help. The man's face turned green then orange before he puked out and died.

A small insect was spat out, the taint of the dark side gradually felt on it. She did not waste time crushing the insect before standing up with a troubled grimace on her face.

She could not get an answer here. Areti had to go to the caverns.

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The Jedi Knight rode cautiously the repulsor vehicle through the grassy and endless plains of Chandrila. Her senses wide open for any danger that may threaten her. She felt no threats around, no dangers and soon enough she felt the friendly presences of other Force Users. Areti expanded her presence outwards notifying them of her arrival after which she would process a telepathic message to the two other Jedi in the vicinity.

Joining you on the rescue operation. I've got bad news.

Areti paused her thoughts for a moment to sigh deeply.

Sith Magic.

 

[LT-137]

Location: Hanna City Outskirts, Agricultural Facility One.
Primary Objective: Locate and Safely Defuse Explosive Material, Eliminate the Terrorist Threat.
Secondary Objective: Apprehend the Rogue General.
Allies: Fireteam Aeacus, Strategic Information Service
Enemies: None at Present.

Through the crystalline tube of his sniper scope, the former Sun Guard watched the events unfolding within the Agricultural facility below, disappointment hanging heavily from his every thought. How had such a reckless fool come to lead an army? Hell, who in their right mind would act as he had during a hostage situation? It was clear that there were innocents that were in danger, explosives were primed, and yet - here they were. A Battle Tank blasting down the doors to the facility, injuring an innumerable number of hostages, and from the reports he had gathered from the other members of Fireteam Aeacus, Infantry units were advancing into the unknown openly disregarding every facet of Alliance Military protocol and endangering their lives for some fool's pursuit. The Alliance had prided themselves in being different from the other myriad factions that dotted the political landscape, but that image was being threatened with unraveling before their very eyes, thanks to this Gungan.

Breathing out a heavy, irritated sigh, Naiad roused himself from the cover of the underbrush and slowly began moving through the shadows of the dense thicket of trees. His target was starting to relocate, moving out of his sight, and it wouldn't do him any good if he had lost track. Thus, deftly stalking through the forest, shrouded by the technology of his armored mimetic suit and the shadows the Sun had seen fit to bless him with, the Thyrusian followed his prey from a distance and watched the events of the present unfold. Dozens of soldiers stormed into the sundered lobby, each apparently intent on claiming the lives of the Terrorists rather than securing and safeguarding the wounded citizens. More and more, the Operative found himself silently cursing the man who placed this Gungan in charge. This was but another horrifying example as to why Jedi shouldn't be leading entire sections of the military. They believed themselves gods amongst men and had willing led those that followed them to the wholesale slaughter of those that they sought to protect.

To think, he had come to this word to help the Alliance facilitate Chandrila's acceptance into the Federation, but like Deneba, he was again assigned to another task that had diverted him from his real objective. Not one to complain, the former Sun Guard was privy to the open minded nature of his fellow operatives, and how easily they found themselves whining about the inevitable. Jedi, like Empires, eventually fell prey to the horrors of war. It was merely another one of their assigned tasks that they hoped never to carry out. Not many were able to withstand the volcanic incarceration cells within the Heart of the Mountain, and it was always a pain to get those cursed with the Force to accept their punishment willingly. Not even gods could overrule the will of mortal men. Therefore, the Brute would answer for his crimes, and with the recorded data that had been transmitted from within the facility and transcribed on Naiad's personal Head's Up Display, it was clear that the supposed General would reap what he had sown.

Coming to the end of the densely packed forest of towering redwoods, the former Sun Guard slowly activated his suit's camouflage systems and dematerialized from the visual spectrum. Other backups were put into place so that he wouldn't be seen by anyone other than a Jedi skilled in the arts of peering through the veil. He doubted that an entire army would take kindly to the SIS moving into oust their commanding officer from his throne, however, were they loyal to the Alliance and its cause - it was unlikely that they'd stop him from doing what was right. They should've known better, and while their excuse would most likely be that they were merely following orders - the choice was there for them to refuse their commander's authority because it blurred the lines between what was right and what was wrong.

Naiad's only hope was that those hostages were not the only ones taken out by such reckless deeds. For if the terrorists survived, and had enacted their dastardly plot, it was doubtful the billed-creature would last through the night.

 

[Saffron]

Hanna City
Arceneau Trade Company

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The BioDomes were state of the art facilities with specific defenses to ensure the inhabitants' safety. Shields were at the forefront of their security plan, followed by Droid and organic security ground forces. The BioDomes were not meant to see battle by any means, but their shields would offer safety and protection to withstand several barrages.

While the Biodome was in locked down, Saffron quietly would continue to see the updated coverage. Before her was a small table, where a deck of Sabaac cards currently lay in a fan. Saffron had many talents, but her strength in the Force was limited to a small handful of abilities.

Cartomancy was considered to be a charlatan's trade; something only used to entertain in gala's or social get-togethers. While Saffron had indeed used it in this form, there was more truth to the matter of her readings than one may realize.

Carefully, Saffron selected one card. The hand painted artisan card revealed the Five of Sabres in the reverse.

"Open to change... past resentment..."

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Agricultural facility #1
Post: 5/20
Allies: [member="Vale Endriss"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Naiad Solari"]
Enemies: Terrorists
Objective: Defuse the bombs

All of a sudden he had a comm transmission from Alliance High Command, without any warning... that would be a severe blow to the morale of the Army of Malastare if something was to happen to their commanding officer. And a severe blow to the entire Alliance minesweeping force. Didn't mean that he had the expertise to carry out a mission objective that he could do accomplish the overall mission. That was a case of taking a mission that he couldn't accomplish. Sappers in general and minesweepers in particular were usually people who readily accepted combat casualties and collateral damage as part of their combat realities. But sappers definitely weren't people one would want in chage of dealing with hostages. For all his deeds on Malastare, Coruscant and Dahomey, his foul actions were limited to him and him alone. He didn't want the whole unit to suffer for the actions of just 1, even if he was their commander. He ceased using the tanks - thank the Force he didn't fire more than just one shot.

"This is Alliance High Command. General Poof, for your actions on Chandrila, you are temporarily relieved of command of the Army of Malastare until your actions are properly dealt with. You are to stand trial on charges of willfully endagering the lives of innocent noncombatants. Court-martial will be composed of at least one command-level officer of the GADF and, due to your position in the Jedi Order, one Jedi Marshall"

"Mesa in maxibig trouble... but mesa standen down. However dis decision affects mesa and mesa alone; until da consequences of mesa actions are properly dealt with, command of da Army of Malastare will be temporarily assumed by da most senior officer still alive"

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective: 1) Protect the city from terrorist attacks.
Location: Hana City
Allies Involved: [member="Armis Vindex"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Vale Endriss"]
Post: 1

Audren had a bad habit of being late to the party. It it had been an actual party that wouldn't be so bad, but in a situation like the one they were encountering on Chandrilla, it wasn't so great. He'd not been able to land with the rest of the group, instead taking over a private landing pad on the other side of the city. In the distance, he could see the smoke of an apparent attack. One of many if the reports were right, but the most obvious one.

The Jedi hadn't expected to find himself on Chandrilla, hadn't expected to be facing a city-wide insurrection. Most of his armors were unavailable, even his normal Jedi robes. So he strode down the street in a generic spacer's outfit. With blaster pistol at one hip, lightsaber hilt at the other, and stun baton at the rear of his belt, he was far from helpless, yet he wasn't armed how he wanted to be. No, he preferred having a bit more knowledge about what was going on. That wouldn't stop him here though, not when criminals were terrorizing civilians. That he could help with.

Interestingly, he didn't come upon any of the criminals until he was pretty much outside the Security station he'd been heading towards. There was a parked hovertruck outside the main doors with two prisoners standing behind it, watching the place. A third lay on the ground, clearly dead from a blaster shot to the gut. They didn't see him until he was pretty much right next to them, and when they did see him one shouted and began to bring his blaster up.

The reaction was by no means quick enough.

With his left hand, the Sephi grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him over an extended leg, sending him face-first to the ground. His companion was just turning to see what the yell was about when a stun baton slapped into his back. The hit would have been painful enough, but the shock the accompanied the hit was an instant knockout. The first one was trying to push himself to his feet even while blood was streaming from his nose; he also received a quick hit from the baton. However, he was placed onto his side, something the Jedi hoped would prevent the man from drowning in his own blood. Opposition down, at least on this side of the building, he headed towards the main doors. With only two of them to watch the front of the place he wasn't expecting to find much inside...but the fact that there were at least two of them watching meant there probably was someone in there.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: 1. Meet with the Chief Security Officer of Hanna City, Dalen Myrhold and Protect the city from terrorist attacks.
Location: Hanna City, Capital Rotunda
In Vicinity: [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Armis Vindex"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] (Near Precinct 3)

The Chief Security Officer nodded, a terse frown as the Jedi spoke the truth. It had been many prisoners, and now for their lack of preparation, they were paying for it. Dalen sighed. His career with the Hanna City Security Forces may just end after this ordeal. No telling how bad this was going to be, regardless of whether it was an impossible situation or not. Blankly looking at the ground, he spoke, his mind somewhere else.

"I can send what men I can spare with you, and I can give you a map to the nearest precinct. I'm afraid I'll have to remain here to coordinate what defense I can."

The officer's eyes snapped up from the ground, a short radio message catching his attention. He reached down to his belt, turning up the volume. As he listened to the radio chatter, he caught a few key parcels of the conversation. A worried expression crossed his features. He turned, looking at the two Jedi before him. The other Jedi, the one who'd been mostly silent up till now voiced his question, inquiring about the status of the chief's men. He nodded.

"They're trained well enough. Haven't had to deal with a farkle this large before though. They all get blaster training and are required to make quarterly qualifications, so they know their weapons. I'm sure they wouldn't deny the help though, if your soldiers are willing."

Barely waiting for a response, he pulled up his datapad, holding the screen towards the Jedi so they could see where he was indicating. First he pointed towards the closest office, Precinct 1.

"We just got a report in from here, they're being held inside by a mob, sounds like they've yet to be fired on but plenty of bricks, bottles, and crowbars. They're safe for now, but no telling how long that'll last." He paused, pointing at a second location, his finger tapping on the screen. "Here at Precinct 2, they're getting a report of shots fired, it's definitely in a bad way. That smoke plume you saw earlier, that's a textile factory about two blocks from the office. And finally, there's Precinct 3. I can't get them to respond, but from the looks of it, they've deserted the precinct office completely." he let loose a heavy sigh. "I can send some of my men with you, but the ones I can't, I'll be sending to the objective you and your men aren't going to."

He nervously listened to the radio with one ear, waiting for a response from the Jedi with the other. A look of concern was etched on his face, his resolve visibly shaken.

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Objective: 2. Rescue and Capture the hostages and the Self Proclamed, Darth Skuggsa from the Crystal Canyons.
Location: Several Kilometers outside of Hanna City, Crystal Caverns
In Vicinity: [member="Liliane Lancaster"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Aston Jacobs"] | [member="Areti Naerys"]

A chill had filled the Crystal Caverns, the dark ritual occurring within its chambers siphoning the remnants of Force energy within the caverns. The captured officials still kneeled in a circle, their bodies seemingly controlled by an ethereal force, bodies swaying with the deep chanting of the Sith before them and his acolytes. Darth Skuggsa stood in the center, his hands outstretched above the crystal altar there, his booming voice carrying throughout the long tunnels and passages. As the chant droned on, it picked up in intensity, becoming a shout. Pulses of dark energy seemed to jolt through the crystalline structures in the walls and altar, the minds of the Sith and his acolytes solely focused on one goal. The fragile minds of the captured protested but could not withstand the power contained in that cavern. If help did not come soon, there was no telling if they could yet be saved.

Darth Skuggsa felt the presence of the light, getting closer. It bothered him, and his voice sped up slightly. He needed more time... but if the Jedi hurried, they would throw his whole plan into chaos. That wouldn't due. With a subtle movement he brushed his robe aside, the hilt of his lightsaber within easy reach. The Jedi had yet to reach the caves, but he knew it wouldn't be long before they were knocking at his doorstep. What would he do then? He couldn't stop the ritual... but if he got to a certain point he may have enough time to address their problem. With renewed vigor, he drew on his hatred of the Jedi, the dark energy pulsing even stronger now as it swirled about the room drawing in the minds of all the captured and his acolytes alike.

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Objective: 3. Locate & Disable bombs located at Three key Agricultural Facilities on the outskirts of Hanna City
Location: Agricultural Facility #1, Agri-Corp
In Vicinity: [member="Ugohr Poof"] | [member="Naiad Solari"]

Galdur Smok, still crouched behind the main reception desk he cursed as a shooting pain shot across his ribs. He had to have cracked one of them, at least. As if to bring truth to his thoughts, his body convulsed, a wet cough wracking his body. He covered his mouth with his free hand, a slick substance now collected there, his spittle was mixed with blood. He stared blankly at it for a moment before he grinned, laughing aloud... which then sent him into another convulsion and groan of pain. Still, he held his large slugthrower trained on the woman who now stood, hands raised behind the desk. No. No he wouldn't go out like this. He'd said it when they escaped, but he said it again to no one in particular.

"I won't go back. Not again."

A crazed look glazed over his eyes, the pain from his broken body sending him into a mild level of shock. He pointed at the explosives, still in their bags on the floor next to him. Gritting his teeth he reached over and dragged them to his feet, motioning towards the other convict huddled behind the desk. He had an idea...

"Give me those explosives. Now."

The convict reached over and began handing Galdur Smok the charges, one by one. As he was handed each explosive, he quickly attached the charges to a loose cable of detonite, wrapping the woman's torso in the explosives like a vest. They were timed explosives and wouldn't be able to be remotely detonated. It was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, the woman would be a ticking time bomb, unable to be detonated remotely which severely limited the terror effect it would have if he sent her towards the assaulting troops, but likewise it made it easier for him to distract them as they would seemingly be forced to address the woman first... and him second. It took only a few minutes, his hands well versed in using explosives and rigging them. A short re-wire linked the charges to the primary timer... and then he activated it, grinning as he did so. Now it was time to test his theory.

"Get up." he said roughly to the woman, who had now been kneeling. "Start walking, now. You stop. You get a slug to the head. You change direction, you get a slug to the head. Understand?"

The woman nodded frantically, tears streaming from her eyes as she stifled a sob. His demeanor had once more changed, a short fit of coughing wracking his wiry frame, a droplet of blood wiped away with his forearm.

"NOW!" he yelled.

The woman, now in tears and shaking slowly rose to her feet, shuffling over the wrecked lobby debris. She sobbed as she passed the bodies of the dead, their corpses strewn about the lobby. As her hesitant footsteps took her forward, Galdur Smok motioned for the convict beside him to follow. On his hands and knees, he skirted around the edge of the desk, quickly bolting down a hallway to an interior office. It had a comm link to the outside world, and he picked it up, knowing that it had likely been re-routed to ground forces. He had demands, and it was now that he would make them. Before he could no longer do so. He'd been injured before in many a fight... but the injuries he'd sustained after the canon had fired... they worried him.

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Objective: 4. Prevent/Protect/ against further chaos in the City of Hanna City by any means.
Location: Hanna City, Various
In Vicinity: [member="Arieth zh'Vranthi"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

Within Hanna City, there were five major precinct offices. Large government buildings, elegant but functional. Two had been assaulted outright, one had been overrun, but the other two, numbers 4 and 5 were holding their own. They'd been two of the larger precincts and as such they'd had more riot gear and equipment. As per the moment, there were large clouds of CS gas wafting in the streets surrounding the buildings, all the officers on line, their riot shields raised against the mob outside. A few of the convicts had cloths covering there faces, others civilian made masks usually used for industrial work, but the majority were unmasked. At first they'd made a push on the two buildings, but with the introduction of the CS gas, the assault was little more than thrown objects and Molotovs at the buildings themselves. The rest of the mobs were still running amok in the streets. What had been only a few large groups roaming the streets had now multiplied, a full blown riot liable to break out if the groups in the streets went unchecked soon. Unfortunate for the citizens of Hanna City, most of the officers were too vastly outnumbered to make much of a concerted effort against the criminals in the streets and instead were doing their best to keep them from overrunning the precinct offices. Most of the thugs were spread thin now however, traveling in groups of fifteen or less as they roamed the streets, looking for trouble to start. Most were armed with pipes, crowbars, knives, simple melee weapons. A choice few had blaster or slugthrower weapons but that was one in every fifteen, if that.

Above the city, several large shuttles could be seen entering the atmosphere. They were painted in a dark color, glints of red gleaming from their hulls. Sith. The Sith interdiction fleet had arrived above Chandrila, and these were their troops. A full platoon in each shuttle, three shuttles arcing towards the outskirts of the city. Their mission was simple. Wrest control of the city back into order. From that point on, they would deal with the city as they saw fit. It was on the edge of their space. Perhaps by restoring order, they could sway the local population into providing them with additional supplies.

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Objective: A. Seek and Destroy the terrorist crewed prison ship commanded by Zegg Brimhold.
Location: Large Asteroid cluster, just outside the orbit of Chandrila
In Vicinity: [member="Alexandra Russo"] | [member="Asmus Janes"] | [member="Cal Sedaire"] | [member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] | [member="Devyn Lynton"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] | [member="Zonia Kalranoos"]

HIGH:

The space near the loose asteroid field erupted in a flurry of laser weaponry. Streaks of red and green flew between the ships, their blasters firing rapidly. The enemy flight of Z95's was coming fast, really fast. So fast in fact that by the time the lead Headhunter knew what was happening it was too late to take evasive maneuvers. He hit the torpedo at full speed, his ship vaporized in an explosion of metal and synthetic parts deflected off of the Rogue's shields as the leader of the high flight shot past. As the leader shot past the initial conflict, one of the Headhunters pulled up, performing an "Immelman" maneuver. Rumor had it the maneuver was named after an ancient pilot, thousands of years before the Battle of Yavin. That was mostly irrelevant now, the Z95 arcing in the X-Wing's shadow as it crept up behind it. When he thought he had her targeted, the novice pilot grinned, as far as he thought, he was about to make the best shot of his life. That was until his fighter jolted hard. Hard enough to spin the craft in a 180. The wrath of all four of Vale Endriss' blasters unloaded into the cockpit.

Vale had let loose a barrage of bolts across one of the ships during the first engagement, disabling it when he'd seen the Z95 cut upwards and follow Rogue 1. This was an opportunity, one he wasn't going to waste. Ever since joining Rogue he'd been itching for a fight, this was the first time he'd gotten to truly prove his worth to the team. He let out a shout as he saw the ship obliterated, almost forgetting to pull up and over the burning wreckage of the Z95. He didn't bother keying up his mic, his work could speak for itself. Circling back around, his eyes checked his scanners and looked for any stragglers or any of his squadron-mates needed assistance.

LOW:

The lower flight performed with just as much efficiency. Rogue 9 had a lock on the Z95 before the unwitting pilot even knew what had happened, erupting in a ball of flame. He may have nailed the first one, but the second one had managed to get behind the Rogue, his targeting systems struggling to get a lock as the Rogue pilot dodged and weaved. Blaster bolts shot by the X-Wing as the Z95 attempted to land a hit on it with just his blasters. The Z95's hadn't been well maintained and his locking system was taking a long time to connect. Every duck and weave the Rogue made, the Z95 matched, but still couldn't land a hit. The pilot behind the controls of the headhunter was a great pilot, but he flew racing ships, not armed fighters, trying to get his weapons to hit was causing him great frustration.

If any fighters hadn't been destroyed in the first engagement, they rapidly attempted to get back within the asteroid field, streaking towards it as if the leviathan itself were after them.

Prison Ship:

A transmission pierced the surface of Chandrila, beamed directly to the prison ship. The voice on the other end of it sounded frantic, afraid... the wavering tones of his voice clearly audible.

:: Zegg! I need Zegg now! They've blown up the entire lobby, hostages and all! Our other facility operations are out of communication, we don't know what's happening there! We're being overrun! One of the Alliance folks put a blaster canon round straight through the front door where we had all the hostages! ::

The transmission cut out unexpectedly, the line dying.

Aboard the Ship:

The ship had received the brief transmission from the X-Wing, a grin and a casual glance at the projected holo-display. He knew the prison ship had good defenses and the X-Wings would likely be torn to shreds if they got anywhere near the turbolaser batteries... if they could be tracked. He also knew they wouldn't risk blowing up the entire ship with a hostage aboard, this wasn't the Republic. He'd seen those reports. Though... as he was thinking this, he heard the transmission from the surface... they'd done WHAT?!

Zegg Brimhold's eyes flashed with anger. This was not supposed to happen like this. In a fit of rage he stomped to the console nearby, keying up a transmission on the same frequency he'd received the incoming transmission from the X-Wing.

:: If you come anywhere near this ship with those fighters of yours, you'll be shot out of your cockpit. You've got a lot of guts, I'll give you that, but you wouldn't want to risk this would you?! ::

While still keying the mic, he moved towards Zonia, the woman restrained by one of his henchmen. Kicking out with his boot he hit her shin with the edge of his sole, hard enough to draw blood. He'd hoped she'd cry out in pain but if she was resistant... he had other methods.

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Objective: B. Be Vigilant A Sith interdiction fleet has been detected in space near Chandrila.
Location: Far side of Chandrila, Rapidly approaching the loose asteroid field.
In Vicinity: [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
Forces:
1 x Ardent-Class Fast Frigate
12 x Predator-Class Fighters
4 x Nune-Class Imperial Shuttleshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Nune-class_Imperial_shuttle
2 x Raider-Class Corvette

The Sith Interdiction fleet had arrived in full. Their posturing immediately aggressive. Their fighters swarmed towards the loose asteroids, nimbly lining up in formation. It seems they'd detected the Alliance fighters afterall. Their corvettes however held a different heading, instead heading directly towards the Ruisto-class Exploration Vessel Epistellar Jovian. Their commanders remained silent on the comms, but began to spread themselves wider, looking to increase the amount of weapons they could train on the ship as they set their intercept course. The moment they arrived within firing range a single shrill transmission tone was transmitted to the ship, a gravely voice cutting through the static of the comm.

"Unidentified vessel. We have received your transmission. Prepare to be boarded for inspection. Disengage your vessel's engines immediately."

Silence filled the channel for several seconds before the transmission was terminated. Looming up behind the two Corvettes was the Ardent-Class Fast Frigate and from its bowels shot forth two Nune-Class Imperial Shuttles loaded with Sith Troopers. They came in low, sneaking beneath the hull of the exploration vessel, lining up to board via airlock. Each shuttle consisted of 35 Troopers and or officers. While it wasn't unheard of for the Sith to do periodic customs checks on ships travelling through or near their space, the timing did seem strange. As the shuttles began to dock, one of the Raider-Class Corvettes peeled off and followed the fighters that were now streaking towards the asteroids.

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BYOO: [member="Rath Daagh"] | [member="Saffron"]

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[Kahne Porte]

Location:En Route to Command Center
Objective: Meet With Chief Myrhold
Allies:Galactic Alliance/ [member="Armis Vindex"] [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Vale Endriss"]
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"That's a good idea, these terrorist will need to be eradicated block by block of necessary. Gather a force as strong as can muster for a siege and secure."

Kahne cleared his throat as he looked from his soldiers and towards Armis and the Chief Officer. "Send us what men you can, we can split up within a reasonable force and begin the rescue" The Jedi said with a look of determination, quickly and decisively then needed to proceed. Go in and arrest what they could but if there were some that were wanting to fight to the death, then so be it.

The Jedi turned to Armis and nodded his head, then glancing towards the Chief Officer. "Let's get started." The Jedi mentioned towards his group and gave a nod towards Armis seeing if he was going to join up or if he was going to start elsewhere, no matter as the Jedi had taken off with his team to Precinct 1

 

[Kenrath]

Location: Hanna City
Objective: Assist Kahne Porte in liberating the city's Security Officers (Objective 1)
Allies: GA members/local security forces, [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Vale Endriss"]
Enemies: TBD
Post:4/20

Armis nodded quickly giving the Chief his comm code so he could track their progress.

He then caught up with the other Jedi.

"How you want handle it?" "You take the front and I take the back?" "That way we cut off any escape routes?"

He was sure things were going to get in close but that didn't bother him. Armis had been swing a sword a lot longer than he had been shooting a blaster. Either way his focus was on freeing his fellow Officers. Whom he seemed to have more in common than the man he was currently following to the 1st Precinct.

 

[LT-137]

Primary Objective: Seek and Destroy.​

Secondary Objective: Locate and Retrieve Captured Alliance Personnel​

Allies: The Galactic Alliance.​

Enemies: Chandrillan Radicals.​

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:: One Hundred Kilometers to Target; Ready Condition Crimson. ::​

What had begun in peace, was soon soured by the tendrils of violence. It spread like a malign infection, burrowing deep into the hearts of those that thought themselves masters of fate. They took up arms against those they perceived as invaders and willingly laid down their lives for a cause. It was almost noble, to sacrifice oneself like that. However, their deaths would be forgotten, and the reason they so willingly fought for would be trampled under the foot of righteous progress. They were but minnows, swimming in a vast ocean they could never understand, nor truly comprehend. Such was their folly, for believing themselves to be Martyr's - when all history shall do is mock the ashes of their bones. To that very end, the Soldier was beckoned once more into the fray.

As the words of warning had filtered into the Major's wordless mantras of preparation, scarlet light bathed the gunship's interior, sparking those within to answer the call. Weapons cycled live, and the grating hum of active armor joints filled the hold. An entire squad of the Alliance's best troops had surrounded the former Stormtrooper, and each and every one of them was eager to get back into the fight. Nothing was worse for men of action than to stand idle. It scraped the nerves raw and dulled their senses. Though this was a far cry from what he desired most, it would suffice - at least enough to whet his appetite. Running a gauntleted hand over the breadth of his prized disruptor, Gideon began the final checks, ensuring his weapon was ready for the battle to come. Hearing a pleasant chime echo in the silence, the soldier locked the rifle to his armor's flank-plate and withdrew his sidearms.

For what was to come, such a firearm would be overkill. Command wanted a body, and sadly dust wouldn't fit the bill.

:: Fifty Kilometers to Target; Breaching Missiles Deployed. ::​

He could feel the warhead's ignition rumble through the gunship, and felt a small measure of gratification at their sudden release. They were the heralds of his wrath, and as they soared through the darkness of the void upon wings of fire, Gideon felt his muscles begin to mindlessly tense. What was to follow the torpedoes blossoming firestorm, was no for the faint of heart. Knowing this long before the transport had dusted off the Flagship's Hangar bay, each and every soldier within the gunship's hold had strapped themselves into the restraint harnesses, ready to burst into action once the troop shuttle had made its entrance.

While he had understood their concern for safety, Gideon found himself standing alone amidst the grated decking, sealed to the floor by the technological marvels of adhesion boots. He didn't fear what was to come, for the Soldier knew that his armor would protect him. Instead of concerning himself with such trifling matters, the Major continued with his wordless mantra - endlessly repeating and reviewing the deck plans of the prison ship within the murky depths of his mind.

A pulsating chime echoed over the gunships loudspeakers, and several voices were raised in alarm. What they said held no merit, for all that mattered was the mission. The Soldier had been called to War once more, and thus upon wings of righteous fire - Gideon would answer.

In an instant, the breach created by the blossoming warheads was torn wider by the sudden violation of the obsidian-clad gunship. Showers of sparks followed after the screeching roar of torn metal, violently announcing the Alliance's arrival aboard the Lictor-Class Gaoler Barge. When the craft had impacted the exterior hull, the gunship's assault ramp shot downwards, and within the blink of an eye the former Stormtrooper had vaulted through the flaming abyssal maw and came crashing down onto the wreckage littered flight deck. Pistols raised and scanning for targets, Gideon moved toward the fallen Gunship and signaled for the accompanying soldiers to rouse themselves from their harnesses and secure the diminutive hangar bay.

Once his orders were given, the Major sped off into the heart of darkness, seeking to accomplish his two-fold Objective -secretly hoping that he wasn't already too late.

| [member="Vale Endriss"] | [member="Zonia Kalranoos"] | [member="Logen Brunner"] |​

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[Asmus Janes]

Location: Chandrila system near asteroid cluster
Objective: Seek and destroy terrorist prison ship & Combat Air Patrol
Allies: GA/Rogue Squadron
Enemies: NPC Zegg Brimhold & incoming Sith fleet
Updated Sitrep: One Flight/Leader - [member="Alexandra Russo"] 1, [member="Choli Vyn"] 7, [member="Vale Endriss"] 8 ;
Two Flight/Leader - [member="Asmus Janes"] 9; [member="Devyn Lynton"] 17, & [member="Cal Sedaire"] 19 (temporary ID)
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"Alright then," Asmus growled through clenched teeth. The warning lights kept flaring every time his tail nearly achieved weapons lock. A little winking bulb that threatened the end of his existence.

"R12, give me an intercept point a flight member. Put it up."

Across his HUD a route was mapped to show a potential crossing with another Rogue to deal with the tail. The enemy pilot was so engrossed in trying to achieve lock that he didn't realise Asmus was trying to lead him round a slow arc. Not that Asmus followed the route exactly, there was a constantly shift of power between the four main engines and the lateral thrusters to keep the Headhunter at bay. Asmus shifted eighty percent of power to the rear deflectors as several hits grazed them.

Suddenly, Asmus cut a straight path and accelerated hard. He winced, waiting to see what would happen first.

As the Z-95 finally got that lock he failed to pull the trigger as his own warnings went off. Another Rogue cut right across him from starboard. Two synchronised shots from all four cannons together obliterated his vessel.

"Alright Two Flight, follow them into the field. We've got to get to that prison ship. Those to the front put power to shields and scanners, the rear prepare to cover us if we pick up any more bogies."