The Corellian Rush

[Dracken Pryce]

The light of hyperspace was dulled by the viewports to the point of almost complete darkness on the bridge of the Starchild. Bits of starlight pierced the darkness and decorated the durasteel floors and walls with fast moving white dots. The only other lights in the room were the consoles and holodisplays utilized by the bridge crew fully staffed bridge crew, a first since the fall of the Alliance. It was odd, standing there and looking over the circular bridge, fully ready for combat. Most of the crew was made up of Corellians who had been a part of the Alliance Navy or CorSec in their younger days, and for good reason.

Today they took back Corellia.

"Sir, we're coming up on Corellia, about 5 minutes out." Pryce nodded and depressed a ship-wide com button before speaking.

"Approaching Corellia, 5 minutes out. All fighter wings prepare for launch, Swords 1-4 prepare to launch. Battlestations and prepare to reactivate main reactors!"

The Starchild had been running on reserve power for the entire trip from the Outer Rim. One of its biggest weaknesses was that its large power source was like a shining beacon on sensors. With no interdictors on the side of the Sith Empire this plan was made a little easier, but the thought was to keep the energy signal down and shut down the reactors of the 4 myrmidon-class ships in the Starchild's belly to give the illusion of maybe a large cargo freighter entering the system. Only time would tell if traveling through hyperspace in the dark would prove to be an advantage.

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Aboard the Frozen Hand - Several Minutes before Alliance Arrival

"Sir, several objects coming from hyperspace. Looks to be a large freighter..." The Captain looked down at the deck officer with an annoyed glare. Why did they feel the need to tell him every little bit of information? With an annoyed sigh he slumped back into is chair.

​"Prepare for cargo scans then!" But then something occurred to him. There weren't any shipments due to arrive in the Corellia System for another three cycles. His eyes narrowed. "And contact Socorro Station...I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Should we prepare for battle?"

"No, the station should be enough to handle a bulk freighter, even if they packed it with starfighters. Stupid rebels, they never learn."

Spoiler

Battle Scenario: Task Force Socorro has effectively blockaded the planet of Corellia. Because the task force's goal is to protect the entire sector, the force actually at Corellia consists of the Battlecruiser, the battle station, and a pair of older Sith Destroyers (the ones in the Sub). However, the other 4 destroyers are only a single, short jump away. Destroy the fleet before help arrives and aid Corellia in pushing Sith Imperial forces off of Corellia for good!

This will have light DM'ing as far as Sith forces go and some fleeting for those that want it. Please follow Zark's "small fleets, rebel aesthetic"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Skor -> Corellia
Allies: [member="Dracken Pryce"]
Enemies: Sith Empire

"Rumors that some of us are planning on liberating Corellia, or to raid Corellia, from the Sith. This is all we can spare for this operation without making the ORC vulnerable, so make every ship count"

"Looks like the Silvers are a little bogged down against the Mandos. They seem to be unable to provide any assistance for this operation, so we may as well be on our own for this" Tanith bantered.

"Fondor caused us to fall off the Sith radar, but we disappeared from Sith scopes with a bang on Fondor" She then turned to the communications console. "All bomber squadrons, load cluster missiles; our plan is to try to jump right on the enemy's aft but, at our level of precision, or rather, the level of precision I can achieve using IAC, I expect us to be a little scattered when we revert. We will have to hit enemy fighters first and then we can send in the bombers with the bomblet generators to hit their then-exposed aft quarters and score mobility kills or even K-kills by hitting their engines and maybe fuel tanks as well"

After this battle over Skor against the First Order, which cost Therapy Command many valiant crewmembers as well as ships, Therapy Command spent the past month or two patrolling ORC space. Plus her last run-in with the Sith on Fondor was not the most pleasant for them, and even the Kuat campaign was a little disappointing, from what the SIS reported: in the Kuat campaign, the Sith did everything they could to avoid engaging Therapy Command and, even then, only First Order intervention allowed them to even keep their casualties under control. So she couldn't quite tell whether the Sith would attempt to engage her head-on as the First Order did in virtually every engagement she fought against them, except for Fondor, and therefore there were two plans based on which scenario was in use. In the former case, it would be a repeat of the first two-thirds of the second Skor engagement, but in the latter case it would depend on who's the enemy focusing on. For now, twenty squadrons were issued two cluster missiles for each craft, laden with five submunitions apiece, and hopefully, as was the case on Muunilinst and in the Metharian Nebula, they would be able to release the submunitions to damage unsuspecting ships and/or fighters. Once those munitions were loaded, and the coordinates were patched through all ships, the signal has come for what Therapy Command could muster to make the jump to hyperspace to Corellia. They would arrive some time after the forward force would, that much she could tell even after she tried running the topological calculations for flying from Skor to Corellia in her head.

"All units, jump to lightspeed!" Cathul ordered, before the blue streaks of hyperspace began appearing before them.

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Barkhesh (Barkhesh-class artillery carrier)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Aleen (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Skor (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Kris (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Khukuri (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Kard (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)

Attack craft:

240 Chiloon-IVs (standard configuration)
180 Chiloon-IVs (endurance configuration)

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Today was the day. Missions were called up and battlegroups were assembled. The Sentinel Roving Line, that was commanded by General Coren Starchaser was always near to Corellia. Equal parts to help defend the Core and remnants of the Alliance there, and equal parts to assist the homeworld when they needed something. And that meant the Spear of the Alliance was near to the battle at Corellia. Newly minted Commodore [member="Dracken Pryce"] had set up the assault and with the fleets of the Alliance scattered and torn apart, the Roving Line was engaged in refugee movements and skirmishing. The Mon Calamari carrier Riptide was dispatched with a pair of anti-starfighter corvettes. As the Spear was needed to keep attention away from the world, as the Sith knew the vessel to be the personal command of Coren Starchaser.

Following the arrival of the Starchild, Riptide arrived in the local system. From the cockpit of his E-Wing, the General saw the hyperspace revert back to the starfield and the lights started to turn green. Pushing the throttle forward, Coren lead Tiburon Squadron out into the fray. The E-Wings lead A-Wings that outpaced the former and made a straight line for the TIE Wing.

“This is General Starchaser to all Sentinel Wing squadrons. You have your assignments. A Wings head for the TIEs, E-Wings, we’re escorting the Y-Wings. Capitals, listen for direction from Starchild. We need to push these Sith off Corellia!”

 

[Roth Tillian]

"Fleet inbound!" The voice echoed across the hangar of the Knightmare, a Corellian-built pocket-carrier (heavily retrofitted), and as the words rippled down the lines of fighters, Roth took a deep breath. "All squadrons, cleared for launch. Initial scans have been uploaded to your ship's computers."

Roth flicked a switch and the navcomputer in his Iv'Ivrus flared to life as the download processed through the analysis. He watched it and adjusted the engines and thrust of the fighter as they prepared for launch. It would be fast. Exiting the hangar and immediately making the jump. Calculations had to be made beforehand. That was the info from the sensor scans.

Ship locations, velocities, and trajectories. The station was too hard of a target for them to hit, but the three ships in-system were vulnerable to the strikes that the Iv'Ivrus fighters were designed for.

"Weapons primed and ready," his co-pilot, a Twi'Lek from the Shattered Order, called up from the back.

"Affirmed. Weapons free upon departure." Roth replied automatically, giving one final tweak to the computer.

"Alright, Knights," Roth added through the squadron comms, "All ships launch. Make the jump on my mark. Computers locked to mine."

As the ships synced their computer-data, Roth nudged the throttle to lead the craft out of the hangar. The other eight followed close behind him. As they launched, Roth let himself sink into the Force and encompass the fighter as his self, and his wingmates linked with him through the Force so that they flew and fought like a single entity. The Force nudged him momentarily and he adjusted in response.

"Making the jump in three...two...one..."

As he counted down to one, the eight fighters made the jump to lightspeed. It was a short jump. Hardly long enough for most captains to bother with hyperdrive. Beyond that even, it was closer than most navcomputers could easily handle.

Hardly any time had passed before he cut the hyperdrive and the fighters dropped back into realspace, already pushing the throttle forward to full attack speed.

The battlecruiser loomed ahead of them, already larger and closer in their scopes than was comfortable for most pilots.

Weapons free.

The thought flickered through the squadron and in an instant, a hail of ion and proton torpedoes hurtled down towards the command tower and engines at the aft.

Full speed. Draw them apart.

As the first barrage launched, the fighters continued hurtling forward at not-quite full speed, all weaving in and out of each other's trajectory to confuse targeting and tractor beams, almost deliberately taunting the defenders by the fact that they had been hit by a grand total of eight fighters. Eight fighters never seen before in combat before, but still only eight. Not even eight flying Alliance colors, but painted in their own unique color schemes with insignia and art. They looked more like pirates or raider than anything else.

"General Starchaser," Roth prepped a message to broadcast. "Initial welcome gift deployed. Leading a merry chase."

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Rayf Vigil]

ANS Nemo's Revenge​

Ileenium System​

0900 Sullust Standard​

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"A bold strike, some might say reckless," Fleet Admiral [member="Mazik Stazi"] stroked his chin thoughtfully, crimson eyes still scanning back and forth across the tactical holoreadout projected between them, "And yet, of all the surviving Core world powers the Corellians remain our most steadfast allies."

"The Sith have grown complacent, admiral," Commander Vigil pressed, sensing his superior's inflexible resolve beginning to weaken ever so slightly, "Between Krath collaborators and Atrisia's annexation, they must believe resistance in the region to their eminent dominion has dried up."

"And Commodore Pryce believes they are this mistaken?"

"Corellians are a pragmatic people, sir," Rayf countered coolly, having been told by [member="Dracken Pryce"] to expect this form of skepticism from the paranoid duros, "We know a lost cause when we see one, but most of CorSec still believes in the Alliance's ideals. They rose up against the One Sith, there's no reason not to believe they'd do the same again given a realistic opportunity."

"Are you willing to bet your life on that, Commander?" the duros asked him, genuinely curious as to the answer.

"Yes, sir."

TR-20 X-Wing​

Corellia System​

Present Time​

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"You heard the General," Rayf crooned over Rogue Squadron's internal line, "Lock s-foils into attack position. Eyeballs inbound."

He was used to leading combat sorties like this one, but today Rogue Leader would be playing second valachord to General [member="Coren Starchaser"] himself. While Tiburon Leader's primary attack wing of E-Wings, A-Wings, and Y-Wings would be carrying out the mission's main attack runs, Rayf was leading a second wing of X-Wings, Crossfires, and D-Wing fast bombers to harry the Sith destroyers and intercept squadrons and attempt to draw them out from their defensive posture in orbit.

And then of course, there was [member="Roth Tillian"] and his Wild Knights, who were tasked with roving between them due to the Jedi aces' superior mobility.

"Rogue Squadron, sound off."


Rogue Squadron

Spoiler

[member="Cuan Kunn"]
[member="Rutar Nok"]
[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Jax Rhane"]
[member="Honus Teach"]

 

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Corellia System System
Ship: TR-20http://starwarsrp.net/topic/99295-tr-20-x-wing
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Roth Tillian"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Dracken Pryce"]
Enemies: Sith Empire
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The routine remained the same. Sometimes the timing and pace were off key but when you were fighting a war, the personal needs of one individual became irrelevant. Overtime, Jax just made do with the spare time he was given and learnt to adapt to various forms of protocol wether he was half asleep or in the middle of some other activity. The pilot usually didn't get too much on the sidelines in comparison to all the action that he saw when compact within the safety of his cockpit so he always approached any ongoing situation with determination, willingness and a pinch of enthusiasm to mirror the good ole' days. If only Kerk could see him now...

Punching out, hyperspace gave out to a vast array of stars and the blackness of space. Flipping a few switches the foils on his TR-20 sprung open and Jax pushed the throttle forward in preparation for a full frontal attack, a vague smirk now outlined on his face as he reported in to rogue leader. "Rogue Six, ready to roll."

Spoiler

Rogue Squadron

Spoiler

• [member="Rayf Vigil"]
• [member="Ava Cartwright"]
• [member="Cuan Kunn"]
• [member="Rutar Nok"]
• [member="Honus Teach"]

 

[Dracken Pryce]

https://soundcloud.com/maximillion-galactica-3/6thmob-unicorn-gundam?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse​

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Intel that had been passed along to Pryce told him that the battle station, dubbed Socorro Station, was locked in an orbit and unable to move without significant resources utilized. That left much of the Corellia system open to the Exile's attack. Alliance vessels dropped out of hyperspace one by one. The pocket carriers, frigates, and cruisers of the Sentinel roving line emptied their fighters.

Just like they'd planned the surprise attack was a success.Only the battle cruiser and two destroyers stood between Corellia and freedom.

Aboard the Starchild crews scrambled to get to their battle stations as lights began to flicker to life and sound was returned to them from the outside. Fighters of a dozen different makes swarmed from the hangars of the massive Corellian carrier. Large bay doors in the ship's underbelly opened slowly to reveal the small task force of frigates the Colony-class battlecruiser brought with it into battle. They easily outnumbered the Sith here, though it remained to be seen how terrifying the Sith battlecruiser would be.

"Hypervelocity cannons, Fire!!" The long range projectile-based weapons unleashed a rain of fire on the Sith Battlecruiser.

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Aboard the Frozen Hand

"SIR!!" A panicked shout pierced the standard symphony the ship's bridge crew chatter, "Several ships have droped out of hyperspace!" A pause, "They're Alliance ships!!!"

Before he could call on them the Imperials were moving with purpose towards their respective stations. The captain thumbed the ship-wide com with a devilish smirk.

"All hands, battle stations. This is not a drill, the Alliance have finally returned, and they've brought us one of their last battlecruisers. Fight with valor today, for if we sink that ship we shall return home heroes!!"

Already the two other destroyers were moving to engage the small fleet of Alliance warships, their turbolasers opening fire, casting a cascade of green energy bolts across the inky black of space.

The Frozen Hand was rocked by the blast of the hypervelocity cannons of the Starchild. Those weren't standard...

"Prepare the long-range turbolasers! Fire when ready on the Colony-class battlecruiser!"

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia
Allies: [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: Sith Empire

"We have arrived in the Corellia system, and our allies are already in battle" the sensor technician reported.

"Good: the Sith have shown to be terrified of us Therapy Command on Kuat and that would typically mean they will be focusing on whoever came first"

"Your orders?"

"Launch all squadrons: have them target their cruisers and their fighters using cluster missiles fired at standard turbolaser range. Stay out of point-defense range, and fire all long-range firepower on the battlecruiser's reactor domes. We have to make the effect of surprise count: if we somehow penetrate the reactor domes, we could cause a chain reaction that could take out the enemy flagship! And maybe damage the enemy cruisers"

When Therapy Command reverted over Corellia, the system's garrison was already engaged in battle. One battlecruiser and two cruisers, of which they were aft. Just like Fondor, she thought, where they arrived on the behind of the enemy, well outside standard turbolaser range, and the enemy battlecruiser, the Frozen Hand, was a much easier target aft to hit at that range using HVCs and long-range turbolasers, than even heavy cruisers could be hit at. Even more so since the Lothal-IIs were underneath the battlecruiser's plane, and the Skors, too, in which case the Skors would be firing at the reactor dome. Yet, they were on the other side of the planet from Socorro Station, and they would have to deal with it at a later point; it was a death-in-detail kind of scenario. Just that maybe, given that the vast majority of the cluster missiles' submunitions were aimed at capital ships' aft, split roughly evenly between those capital ships the enemy is going to be in a world of hurt and maybe even a incur mobility kill, and perhaps, if they were lucky, kill a cruiser, or both in the absolute best case. There was just no way in Fondorian hell that six squadrons' worth of cluster missiles would be able to kill a battlecruiser in one pass, even with a heavy volume of covering fire from capital ships being fired at their undersides, and concentrated around their reactor domes.

"That said, if we sink anything, the enemy will likely call in reinforcements"

"Jam their frequencies; also, activate interdictors: two on Socorro Station and two on the Frozen Hand's reactor domes"

With the ECM being spooled up, the Sith will find their frequencies filled with static, but here Cathul didn't feel that battle meditation was the order of the day; she feels that it was unnecessary at this point of the operation since it worked better within standard turbolaser range and closer even. Also, as was the case on Skor, she had interdictors centered on the key enemy assets, in hopes of attracting shrapnel and other debris being torn off, and, from there, maybe cause additional damage to that stuff. But she couldn't bank on enemy reinforcements colliding against those assets upon reversion using this method. Here she crossed her fingers and hoped that the Spear of the Alliance and the Nemo's Revenge would do more than simply disgorge fighters and make other contributions to this battle for Corellia's liberty. Then again, she had to watch out for enemy reinforcements: if her information was correct, many Sith-held worlds were under-strength as for attack craft pilots, thanks to the vast territories they held and the corresponding garrison needs, but that didn't deter her.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Fired all long-ranged firepower at the Frozen Hand's underside
• Fired cluster missiles at the Frozen Hand's escorts (fighters and cruisers) and at the FH
• Jammed enemy frequencies
• Split interdictors between the Frozen Hand's reactor domes and Socorro Station

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Barkhesh (Barkhesh-class artillery carrier)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Aleen (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier)
ANS Skor (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-II-class monitor frigate)
ANS Kris (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Khukuri (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Kard (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)

Attack craft:

240 Chiloon-IVs (standard configuration)
180 Chiloon-IVs (endurance configuration)

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: Corellia System; Space
Allies: AiE [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"]
Enemy: SE
Ship: TR-20 X-wing
Theme

As the reversion alert sounded, Ava opened her glassy eyes and groaned. She felt like poodoo. A fever, sore throat, and raspy cough racked her achy body, but duty still called. It wasn't like the XO of Rogue Squadron could just take a sick day. There weren't any more pilots to fill her spot. The Alliance-in-Exile was strapped for every thing including personnel so Goldilocks had the flight medic juice her up with meds to keep flying.

The Ralltiiri pulled back the hyperdrive lever reverting her snubfighter to real space along with the rest of the elite squadron. The scene was already an active one. She immediately locked the strike foils of her X-wing into attack position as Rogue Leader called for, then keyed her requested status.

[ Rogue Nine... Still alive, and ready to juke and jive. ] Ava quipped in a nasally tone as she readied her fighter to engage the incoming opposition.

It would be interesting to see how her fish-bowl feeling head would handle pulling high G's, but Goldie would give it her best. She had no choice really. Fly well or die was the motto. Even though the Lieutenant Commander felt like death currently, she didn't desire it in reality.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser was ready to get the fighters to move. And he was glad to see that Rogue Squadron had jumped out with him. They were the bread and butter of what made the Alliance fighter force excellent. His own group was formed in the most rag-tag fashion, taking pilots who had specialized in specific fighters, astrogation, and being able to perform a strike assault and fade to the ether if they needed to. It was strike work, and Starchaser knew how to lead the team.

“You winging with the E-Wings today, Rogues?” He grinned. “Or do you have your own date with destiny?” The Alliance General rolled his fighter and allowed his astromech, Porter, to further calibrate the fighter for the situation.

Zipping ahead of the small detachment of capitals from the Roving Line, Coren was at the spearhead. “Give ‘em hell, Tillian.” He ordered as he looked at his screen. Waiting for the fighters to jump his crew. Soon, he knew it.
[member="Roth Tillian"]
[member="Rayf Vigil"]

The newly minted Rogue was entering the fray. “This is Flaps at Rogue Two. Ready to rock and roll. Forming on your wing, Old Man.” The Sullustan was a bit excited to have his first mission be one that included his old unit. The fact that they were freedom fighting for the Alliance, and Corellia was something else, but a bit focus here was to take down as many of the TIEs as possible.

It was time to fight back against the Sith. Kunn knew that he could handle a few fighters, and being part of the storied Rogue Squadron? The best move for his career. He was at home in Tiburon before, but they became something a bit different than what he was used to. The Rogues were a military unit through and through, and he felt home here.

[member="Jax Rhane"]
[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Honus Teach"]
[member="Rutar Nok"]

“Commodore Pryce. Sentinel Roving Line sends their regards. I’m Captain Bal Riza of the Riptide. We’re ordered to operate under your guidance. Admiral Szi’muul sends her regards from the Spear and will be along presently. Where can I fall into line? Our fighters are deployed and are under orders of Starchaser… So if you want them to do something special… That’s on you.” The exasperation from the Duros Captain was clear. Having to take orders from the Vaemath and General Starchaser the younger Duros was aware that in the Alliance in Exile, life was different than it was in the Alliance proper.

And he was trying to keep some command of rhetoric in a galaxy that was enforcing the complete lack of any.

[member="Dracken Pryce"]

 

[Rayf Vigil]

TR-20 X-Wing​

Guardian Wing​

Corellia System​

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"You worry about that station, Tiburon Leader," Rayf crooned into his comlink, flashing the E-Wing of [member="Coren Starchaser"] a quick salute before banking away on a different vector, "We'll handle the destroyers."

Socorro Station was their priority target, but it wasn't the only hostile presence their liberation force would have to contend with. There were two older model Sith destroyers and a battlecruiser in far orbit. Commodore [member="Dracken Pryce"] had timed their fleet's reversion so that the local picket was roaming as far away from the station as possible, but already Rogue Leader knew that the lumbering behemoths were slowly changing course to intercept.

"All Rogues listen up," he keyed his com suite for squadron only, "We're running the gauntlet. Remember your trigger discipline, we gotta keep the Imps off Sentinel Wing but I don't want any hero stuff. Attack and evade is the name of the game."

Between Therapy Command and the Starchild, the Sith would have their hands full, but they had to understand how critical Socorro Station was to their operations here. Admiral Thuku and Commodore Pryce would draw as much of their screen away as possible, but Vigil estimated at the very least another wing of eyeballs was en route and burning hard. Too hard for anyone to intercept but his Guardians.

"R9, systems check."

R9 tweetled several affirmative sounding beeps.

"Roger that, little buddy," Rayf acknowledged, keying his personal line with Lieutenant Kunn, "Rogue Two, acknowledged. Whatever you do, stay with me."

He knew [member="Cuan Kunn"] didn't need the pep talk, the Sullustan's record spoke for itself. But Rayf was depending on one of their newest additions to the squadron just as much as the lieutenant would be depending on him. Any second now, they would be in extreme engagement range.

"Guardian Wing, weapons free."

[member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]​

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Despite her intentions, Therapy Command's activation of interdiction fields only made the captain of the Frozen Hand smirk. What luck, perhaps the Force was on his side today? As it should have been, the man was steadfast in his belief that the Empire brought peace and stability wherever it went.

It was no doubt that the Corellians had leaked information regarding Task Force Soccoro's fleet movements, but what they didn't have most likely were the Empire's total fleet movements which meant that as long as he could hold out until the fleet would arrive, which they no doubt could as the Battlecruiser alone outgunned every vessel in the sector. According to his briefings a massive fleet of the Sith Empire was passing through the Corellia System. Though it was just in hyperspace, the interdiction would rip them out of their travels and dump them here. There might be some dissaray but with the fleet and the return of his two support cruisers the rebels wouldn't stand a chance.

"Keep course, direct base delta zero cannons on those Lothal carriers and Skor frigates! Redirect power from engines to reactor domes, let her drift." The engines cut off abruptly and the bulk of the assault on the Frozen Hand's belly was absorbed by the militus' powerful shields. The assault still rocked the battlecruiser but only for a moment. Four more Xo'xaan-Class Star Destroyers dropped out of hyperspace, two near the space station and two opposite the Sentinel Roving Line. They quickly leaped to Corellia's defense. Turbolasers along the belly of the Frozen hand began charging and acquiring targets. Typically a base delta zero was used to fire overcharged turbolaser shots into a planet from orbit with enough power to glass entire continents. With much of Therapy Command's support fleet directly beneath the Frozen Hand the captain hoped threat of utter destruction would see the ships move.

Spoiler

Actions:

• Initiated Base Delta Zero on Therapy Command ships below the Frozen hand
• Cut off engines
• Deplyed two Xo'xaan cruisers at Socorro Station
• Deployed two Xo'xaan cruisers at Sentinel Roving Line
• Frozen Hand escort Xo'Xaans {2} defending against starfighters and pocket carriers

Damage:

• Escort Xo'xaans took shield damage
• Frozen Hand took minimal shield damage

[member="Cathul Thuku"]

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TIEs were being cut down in waves. It seemd like Therapy Command was little worse for wear after the Alliance lost most of its fighting strength, but this wouldn't go like fights in the past had before. The TIEs of the Sith Empire leaned on a millennia of mistakes and trial and error. The interceptors and standard TIEs had just as much armor and sometimes more shielding than the swarms of fighters dumped by the Starchild and its compatriots. A squadron of interceptors engaged Rogue Squadron from Socorro Station and the two Xo'xaans began firing with their point defense cannons in defense of the station.

She'd never thought she would be given the chance to take down Rogue Squadron, but today was just her lucky day. The TIE Interceptor pilot shrugged and tapped her com. "Alright Green Squadron its time we show these fancy Rogues how an Imperial really flies! Sound form up on me and sound off!" Members of green squadron, a TIE interceptor squadron tasked with defending Corellia, sounded off before they received their orders and split into four groups of four. The swarm interceptors outnumbered the Rogues for sure and with starfighters that surpassed the aging TR-20 X-Wings. She never really understood how such brilliant pilots had resigned themselves to using such outdated tech.

The young lieutenant pulled up slightly on the yoke of her fighter and began her chase of [member="Rayf Vigil"]. There was no doubt in her mind he was behind the cockpit of that X-Wing. Outside of being a wing leader herself, she knew the way he flew, had studied him before she had even graduated from the Imperial Academy. She'd always wanted to fly with him

It was a shame he never defected The other groups targeted the other members of Rogue Squadron and the other ragtag squadrons. Green Squadron on its own was large enough to tackle the Rogues and spare some, but along with the other squadrons...They were a swarm of screaming eyeballs.

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[member="Ava Cartwright"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Honus Teach"] @Rutar Nuk [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Corellia
Allies: [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: Sith Empire

"We're taking fire!" the captain of the Skor shouted over comms.

"Their lack of mobility is disturbing, since they diverted all engine power to the reactor dome shielding. Artillery line, reverse thrusters, until you get into the enemy's blind arc"

Poodoo: better open fire on a different arc. Don't panic, Cathul thought, while the sensor readings indicated that they not only sacrificed mobility, but also sacrificed shields on other arcs, to reinforce their underside shielding. While, of course, she knew from past engagements as far back as Muunilinst that most Sith capital ships positioned their long-range weapons on their dorsal arcs, the jamming meant the enemy had to resort to a BDZ using trench guns. Even though they could still fire at the artillery line underneath, through the use of overlapping fields of fire, turbolasers had a limited impact since the artillery line was beyond what was typically considered standard turbolaser range. Plus the enemy had limited firepower aft. The enemy TIEs being cut down like grass by cluster missile fire was the one recomforting thing about the situation they were in. The enemy commander was brave, much more so than other Sith commanders she has fought in the past, and she had to acknowledge as much. But the support line still took shield damage while they were flying in reverse until they were in the enemy blind spots, where they would face a much more limited volume of fire.

"Prepare the heavy proton bombs for the next resupplying run!"

"We have to do something about those capital ships: our own fighters need covering fire!" Tanith retorted, while the hangar crew was bringing up the Mk3 Deathballs, whose firepower was equivalent to four proton bombs.

"Lothal, Skor, fire on the port Xo'Xaan, Aleen, fire on the starboard Xo'Xaan, all other ships, fire at the exposed Frozen Hand aft! Fighters, concentrate all missile fire on the enemy capital ships' aft, and return to ship afterward; bombers, start your attack runs!" Cathul blared.

"Roger, roger"

The enemy battlecruiser would take much longer to kill than a Xo'Xaan would, everybody and their dogs among Therapy Command knew as much, and all three capital ships' aft would be coming under heavy fire on their aft quarter. And it was even easier to fire at their aft quarters with such things as 420mm HVCs, whose effectiveness was range-independent, super-heavy consolidation turbolasers and ion cannons, than it ever was, given their now-complete lack of mobility. Meanwhile, the hangar crews all over the fleet were preparing heavy proton bombs for when the fighters would return to ship so that, when the next attack run comes, they would have the big bombs to drop on them in a dive-bombing operation. Just that the spectacle of the enemy receiving a poodoo-load of cluster missiles, splitting up in five when they closed in on their targets, was horrifying and they would also realize that the bombers were dropping their fully-charged heavy plasma bomblets, each of which had enough firepower to be the same as two proton bombs, at specific locations: shield generators as well as hangars' ordnance reserves (although the enemy ships were under-strength for fighters, she would still think the enemy stocked enough ordnance to service a full complement of fighters), with shield generators being targeted first. Of course, if they were to sustain irrecoverable hull damage while still being close enough to the enemy ship, bombers may as well enter a collision course and, hopefully, detonate near an enemy hardpoint.

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Had the support fleet in full reverse
• Lothal and Skor fired at the port Xo'Xaan at long range
• Aleen and Polis Massa fired at the starboard Xo'Xaan at long range
• Fired all remaining long-ranged firepower at the Frozen Hand
• Fired cluster missiles at the enemy capital ships and then had fighters return to ship
• Had bombers drop heavy plasma bomblets on shield generators and hangars' ordnance reserves
• Jammed enemy frequencies
• Split interdictors between the Frozen Hand's reactor domes and Socorro Station

Spoiler: Therapy Command

Capital ships:

ANS Barkhesh (Barkhesh-class artillery carrier)
ANS Lothal (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-II-class artillery carrier) moderate shield damage
ANS Skor (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Polis Massa (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Positive KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Negative KITA (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) heavy shield damage
ANS Job Engorgement (Skor-II-class monitor frigate) moderate shield damage
ANS Kris (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Khukuri (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Kard (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)
ANS Cinquedea (Jambiya-class pocket carrier)

Attack craft:

240 Chiloon-IVs (standard configuration)
180 Chiloon-IVs (endurance configuration)

 

[Loske Treicolt]

[SIZE=9pt]Flying: T-70 X-Wing[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]With: [member="Rayf Vigil"] / [member="Ava Cartwright"] / [member="Jax Rhane"] / [member="Cathul Thuku"] / [member="Roth Tillian"] / [member="Coren Starchaser"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Where: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Corellia System [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Soundtrack[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]It’d been a hot minute for Loske with the squadron, but the Alliance was stretched so thin the word [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]no [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]simply wasn’t in her mind. Behind the yoke and circling through the stars, tangoing with TIEs was where her heart belonged. It was, quite literally, what she had been made for.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The personally engineered astromech, Frank, seated behind Loske hooted, then the navdata spilled out over Loske’s's main monitor. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the blonde clone engaged the X-wing's hyperdrive, the stars elongated themselves into white cylinders, then snapped back into pinpoints and began to revolve slowly, transforming themselves into a tunnel of white light. As usual, Loske fought the urge to use the stick to compensate for the roll. In space, and especially hyperspace, up and down were relative. How her ship moved through the directive tunnel didn't really matter--as long as it remained on the course Frank had calculated and had attained sufficient velocity before entering hyperspace, she'd arrive intact. And only slightly nauseous, a dull roar in her stomach and feeling a fluff in her cheeks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Off to the port side Loske saw [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]The Frozen Hand[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. Moments later Frank reported that the other fighters were initiating the engagement. There were flurries of TIEs, pouring from their mothership. Walls of fire and panelling littering the vacuum of space as the ragged few Rogues sliced through them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In the spirit of Corellia, the odds didn’t matter. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Patch me through to Rogue’s shared channel, Frankie. I’ll let ‘em know help is here.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Pulling the stick around to the right, Loske brought the X-wing into a wide turn. At the end of it he punched the throttle up to full power. By this time, Frank had made a connection to the shared frequency of the Rogue Squadron, hailing their attention with a friendly call; she could hear some of the commands in her helmet. Hitting another switch up to the right, he locked the S-foils into attack position. [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] "Friendly Blue here and ready to engage."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]A smile cracked her pouted lips, the itch of battle creeping through her fingertips and adrenaline calming the nausea of space travel in her belly. She missed flying with the X Wing crew; these were new pilots, but they were still pilots. A summary of the skies panned out on her display, and she panned to the hottest pursuit - making a sharp adjustment to her flight path to dive in close behind an imperial interceptor hot on [member="Rayf Vigil"]’s tail. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Rogue Leader, you’ve got one all over you like drool on a Hutt.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The image of the first TIE bomber filled her monitor. Loske's thumb hit the button, sending three bursts of laser bolts at the lead fighter.[/SIZE]

Spoiler

Coming in for some Rogue assistance!

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The General was getting the fighters to flank him and he was looking to see if he could identify a location for them to get to. The General was pushing forward and he rolled his E-Wing and took a few shots at the incoming TIEs. It was going to get their attention as he dove below the corvette that was moving away from the larger vessel. Getting in close with the fighters, especially the enemy fighters would pull the anti-starfighter combat away and give the larger ships a chance to knock the corvette out of the way.

“Rogues, you got incoming. Be ready for them.” Porter intercepted the chatter going through to the Rogue Channel. Friendly Blue, he knew that voice. To his droid he looked back and shook his head. “Patch them into the battlenet. See if we can get them working with us and ID who it is… I know the voice.”

The droid twittered back at the General as the fighter pulled out of its roll. From there, Coren stopped firing and dumped the laser power into the engines. A burst of energy hit the engines and the fighter leapt away from the TiEs. Tiburon Two tucked back and got one of the TIEs in their scopes and moved to vaporize it.

[member="Rayf Vigil"]
[member="Dracken Pryce"]
[member="Ava Cartwright"]
[member="Jax Rhane"]
[member="Cathul Thuku"]
[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Cuan Kunn]

It definitely felt good to be back in the seat of an X-Wing and in a squadron that was much more disciplined. Forming up on [member="Rayf Vigil"]’s wing Cuan nodded to himself and his astromech. “Its alright Squeaks, remember, Starchaser gave us the recommendation to come here.” He grinned as he opened his S-Foils and fell into step. Just as the training exercises and the simulations. He knew how Rayf was flying and that was all the direction he needed. “Roger that, One. Two has your six.” He laughed, a bit more joyful than before.

Time to knock down some TIE Fighters. And it looked like they had guests already. “Incoming squints.” The joy in his voice was now very evident. He looked at the charge. “How are the guns looking, Squeaks? All green still?” The droid beeped in the affirmative and the Sullustan tightened his grip on the control yolk. Feet on the rudders, the X-Wing was tipping and getting ready. Moving with Rayf until one of the TIEs got within their circle.

“Got one on you, Lead.” He started working to get the targeting solution. “Come ‘round and I can clean it off you.”

 

[Rayf Vigil]

"Roger, I see him Five," Rayf hid the strain in his voice as he banked his X-Wing into a sharp spiraling dive, inertial dampeners simulating the accumulation of g forces to prevent pilots from breaking their starfighters in half, "Good eye."

The TIE pilot paced him throughout each bank and maneuver, almost as if they were anticipating his next move. This was no ordinary eyeball jockey, and soon it was all the Old Man could do just to keep out of their kill box. His astromech tweetled loudly over his comset in reaction to a close blast, a warbling which translated over his ship's computer into something approaching profane.

"I know, R9! Just hang on, buddy!" he kicked his TR-20 into overdrive, knowing there was no way he could outpace an interceptor but still desperate to put some distance between them, "Rogue Two, you still with me?"

He glanced momentarily away from his sensor display to see the glint of his wingman's S-foils not far off from his position.

"I'm going to put him right in front of you," banking onto a trajectory that would lead them both directly past Lieutenant Kunn's bird, he added, "Flaps? Don't miss."

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[member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Loske Matson"] | [member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Dracken Pryce"]​

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Location: Corellia System; Space
Allies: AiE [member="Dracken Pryce"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Roth Tillian"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Loske Matson"]
Enemy: DM'd Sith forces
Ship: TR-20 X-wing

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[ Tuck in, Blue... Glad to have you. ] Ava acknowledged over the comm channel to the newest Rogue, well from a certain point of view. LT Matson had flown with the squadron back in the day before the Ralltiiri's tenure, and she had just returned to active duty. Nice timing too as it was a blessing to have tried and true pilots joining them once again. The Alliance-in-Exile needed all the help they could get.

Rogue Nine gave a double click in response to Commander Vigil's order, then hauled back on her stick and canted the X-wing over ever so slightly to the side, bringing the snubfighter up into a lopsided corkscrew maneuver. While the jerky motion of the ship's nose meant she didn't have a Hoth's chance of hitting anything, it made it much harder to be hit herself as the two sides met in battle. Goldilocks pumped more power into the shields, then shot through the flurry of laser bolts before she penetrated the Imperial Sith formation of TIE Interceptors.

She hauled back on the stick, killing the weaving flight and arrowed her ship up into the flight of TIEs. By this time the pressure in the Ralltiiri's full sinuses made her head feel like it was going to burst, but that was the least of the pilot's concerns at the moment.

"I know, Squeak... I see it, thanks buddy," Goldie replied to her astromech droid's alert of a target ahead. The R9 unit was trying to be helpful to his sick partner-in-fight and she appreciated him staying sharp for both their sakes.

Ava lined an Interceptor up in her sights and let the evading squint have a series of unrelenting quad bursts of laser fire. As the enemy fighter's shields finally had enough and exploded, she cut the stick hard to starboard, then rolled out into a level line that continued her original course with a half-kilometer cut to the right thrown in. As the TIE formation collapsed in after her, she cruised out the other side of it.

Inverting her TR-20, Nine pulled the X-wing into a loop that brought her around into the TIEs' wake, though slightly below their formation. Keeping the nose of her snubfighter up, Ava head back into the furball again for another pass.