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Skirmish The First Stand

Ruus Kote

Strill Securities Alor'akaatse
Ruus Kote

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Immediate Friendly Forces:​
Enemy Tag(s): Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari ​
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"How are we doing for ammunition?" asked Ruus. He, Jintar, the tank commanders of the other two super-heavy tanks and the recon platoon's commander stood around the main tactical display in the transport. The commanding officers of the other elements, Aamer's "Kad'b Marev" and Mirta's "Shereshoy" battalions' first two companies were doing the same on board their transports. It had been a priority diversion, there had been no time to stop and rearm. ​
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"Fifty percent average across the board after draining our reserves. We don't have much to deal with that, either." replied Jintar, gesturing at the massive Bryn'adul construct slowly and steadily making it's way towards the walled city. The shabla thing was just positively covered in guns. Normally he'd have assumed that the tried and true maxim of appropriate application of enough firepower was enough to neutralize anything. He'd been at Yurb, however, and nothing really seemed to bring down these Bryn'adul monstrosities. ​
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They'd expended a considerable amount of their anti-infantry HE-FRAG-FS on Kayrii, keeping the hordes of Charon at bay. There were about twenty four rounds left in the main gun of his tank. Four of those, armor piercing fin stabilized discarding beskar sabots, might've helped here. The rest were more or less useless here. The intelligence gathered by Nyx N1X3 Nyx N1X3 indicated that it was far more effective for a small team to get aboard these 'siege towers' and disable them from within. That would have to be something they did, otherwise there was no bringing that big shabla dema'golka pile of osik down. ​
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Both his experiences at Yurb and the after action reports indicated one more thing; the Bryn'adul relied on their command structure to be effective. Without their command, the horde of monsters were just that. A horde of monsters, leaderless and uncoordinated. He'd bet his last paycheck that they'd start fighting among themselves to see who was really in charge. Frighteningly enough, it reminded himself of some of his fellow Mando'ade in the not-so-distant past. Ruus quickly pushed those thoughts from his mind. ​
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"Plan's simple, then. We don't deal with it. Jintar, I want you to take Marev and Shereshoy into the city. Keep the shabuir who get past the wall away from the civies, and make sure those civies get out of here alive. Our Burc'ya in the Lastwall can hold as long as they can. Our fighters will provide air support, keep those Bryn gunships away from our transports. No airstrikes in the city. I don't want a repeat of Rodia. Alor'll surely have my shebs then. We're here to keep these people safe, not turn their home into more of a warzone than it'll become. Watch your sectors, it's going to be hectic urban combat. Remember, vode, ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur," ordered Ruus, voice steady and firm the entire time. He knew what he was asking them to do was not going to be easy. Not because it was dangerous, but because it was every Mandalorian's born instinct to meet their enemy in combat, and everyone with him today had something to say to the Bryn after Yurb. ​
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"So while we get the milk run, haran are you going to be up to, alor?" asked Jintar, helmet tilting ever so slightly to the left in curiosity. ​
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"Simple. I'm going to find one of the shabuir in charge, and I'm going to kill them. I'm confident that's the Knight Commander's plan as well. Jor, you're coming with me. We'll need someone to watch our backs while we go at the shabuir," he replied, the satisfying clack of a new magazine being inserted into his borrowed FL-01 Verpine Shatter Flechette Launcher punctuating his sentence. ​
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Jintar looked like he was about to say something, and then instead just chuckled, "Well, alor, here he comes now." Indeed, there was the Knight Commander, looking like he was ready to kick the whole shabuir's nest into haran himself, with an oddly profound line about the Mandalorian mentality insofar as war was concerned on his lips. ​
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"Conflict is the necessity of invention, Knight Commander. Without it, we grow complacent, and complacency leads to stagnation. Stagnation, a refusal to better ourselves in a way that doesn't piss off half the shabla galaxy is what leads to chaakare like Cadera and Australis," he said. "That, and we're getting paid very well." His allusion to the defining principle of the SuperCommando codex by which they conducted themselves elicited chuckles from the others assembled. "That said, i think I've got a plan you're going to like. How do you feel like cutting one of the heads off this monster?" As he waited for his answer, the transport touched down, and Jintar and the other tank commanders rushed down to the transport bay to board their tanks and leave. Nothing but a quick and quiet "oya" over comms was exchanged between himself, Jintar and the others. Once the others were more or less below decks, he added, "You and I both know that's the only way we end this."​
 
Major Faction

Hrajlmak'Natok

First Warlock
Hrajlmak'Natok
Character Bio
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Allies: Bryn'adul
Foes: TBD
Equipment: Staff (in sig), Er'gerak-enhanced Warlock's Robes
Forces:
Brumaks
Rhivaks
Drones
Warlocks
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Hrajlmak stared with a feverish gaze at the walls of Sentinel. Salvo after salvo from the siege army's Brumaks pelted the walls with some orbs finding their way over and into the city itself. But compared to what stood over them, their artillery was nothing more than pitiful symbolism. Psychological warfare at best. For when the horns blared, the drums sounded and voices cried out in terrible eagerness, Tyr took its steps. Nature cowered under the great beast's movement, and the army moved.
The wall was defiant, but fought a losing battle. Tyr did the work of a million Draelvasier, using his tremendous appendages to rip it apart parsimoniously. On either side of Tyr's work, Brumaks shelled the wall relentlessly, hacking away at its structure until it resembled a concrete mountain. Something to be climbed.

But the Draelvasier could wait no longer. An entire army stood idly by, waiting for the final command. And it had been given. Horns thundered and voices cried out with primal eagerness. Hrajlmak manifested his maniacal thirst for battle in a single, terrible roar and immediately broke into a sprint. Every muscle in his legs propelled him toward fulfilling an insatiable hunger. He ran at the helm of a sea of drone and Baedurin troops, his diminutive stature blending him into the crowd. The army advanced on either side of Tyr and in mere seconds, clashed full force with the unfortunate masses tasked with stalling the siege army's advance to the wall.

The sea of monsters crashed against the valiant defenders and the battle began in earnest. Hrajlmak threw himself head-first into the fray. He swung his staff with wild precision, using his force-imbued agility to dance around the enemy. Troops in his vicinity were infected with the will and determination to see nothing but annihilation of their foes. His mind directed countless drones and pushed them onward to where they needed to be. A hunger that could never be satisfied granted the fleeting pleasures of alien blood as he separated men from their bodies and immolated any poor being caught in his erratic streaks of fire. Underfoot, the steady rumbling of massive Servitors added to the arrogant Bryn'adul confidence that victory was assured. Hrajlmak drove the pommel end of his staff through the armoured chest of a soldier and rammed him into the ground, screaming into the alien's face as he did so. It was in that moment a familiar thought raced across his mind, the strong will always prevail.

Summary:
The siege army pushes forward on either side of Tyr, clashing with wall defenders

Hrajlmak makes an awful lot of noise
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Acavna Asta

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Location: The Observance
Objective: Defend the Golan Space Defense Platform
Allies: Kimiko Taiyou Kimiko Taiyou | Srina Talon Srina Talon | Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner | Lastwall + CIS
Enemies: Bryn'adul | Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Galak Galak | Sethrak Sethrak
Directly Engaging: Ostak Cl'mana

The delicate dance of Starships and Starfighters had begun in earnest - and it had been the Lastwall Fleet that unleashed the first volley - their vessels rocking and shaking as they accepted the return strikes from the enemy. Even with a numerical advantage, there would be no risky chances taken just to accomplish a phyric victory - there was no need to sacrifice lives just to obtain any kind of victory over the Bryn'adul. Rather their primary focus was on pushing back, becoming the very bastion they saw themselves as. Even as the enemy fleet began to separate into two formations, a soft smirk tugged at the corners of the woman's lips. Those golden-yellow hues peered out into the darkness as Acavna watched carefully - measuring her response as the Observance shuttered for a moment from the response of the enemy fleet.

"Defeat in detail - with a modified Ackbar Slash."

She seemed to speak to herself as she considered a multitude of options on how to deal with the enemy's newest movements. The option of unleashing the device was still on the table, though it would not be as effective now with the enemy's vessels having split into two separate formations. Right now was the moment to make a definitive decision, and it had already been made for the woman the moment the fleet had split and moved into two separate directions in an attempt to possibly surround and strike at their own formations to mitigate the numerical superiority.

"All vessels will launch Starfighters and Bombers - our left flank will push forward and focus fire on the two vessels that have engaged from distance. Our primary focus will be on those two while our right flank will shift back until our fleet is in a diagonal formation. We want to draw in their primary flagship and its escort - once we've dealt with the two other vessels, will close in on the enemy command. For now, engage at range while our left flank strikes."

A careful waltz began to unfold as the Starfighters issued forth as though they were a swarm of bees seeking to defend their hive from a predator. Though for the moment the Observance withheld its own Starfighter Squadrons, there was still more than enough from the combined vessels to prove a threat or at the very least a distraction. As commanded, the left-flank began to push forward, the Kiatri-class Star Destroyers shuddered as their armor and shields took the bursts of weapon fire - covering for the smaller Corvettes and Frigates as they moved into position - only to, in turn, return fire as they unleashed a salvo from their Turbolaser Cannons and Rail Guns.

Though they were smaller and lightly armed - the Coru-class Corvettes on the left-flank also surged forward, more nimble than their larger counterparts as they slipped through some of the fire that was being unleashed. Still, a few poor maneuvers saw a couple less fortunate pilots struck, their smaller vessels being torn to shreds from the heavier weaponry on the Capital vessels. Their losses would be mourned, though it was not the time to do so, and everyone in attendance knew that as they pushed forward and redoubled their efforts. The Starfighters and Bombers formed up into their respected wings, pushed forward - surging towards the Splitter and Brute's Fist - A-11 Interceptor and Nupperibo-II Starfighters forming to provide a screen for the Gidim II-bombers and Nupperibo II-bombers as they prepared their bombing runs on the two capital vessels.

Almost in tandem, the right-flank began to fall back towards the Golan I Defense Platform, the Kiatri-class Star Destroyers shuddering as they received their own volley of enemy fire. The movements were precise and careful, ensuring that the vessels never once turned their aft sections towards the enemy nor bunched up and ran into one another - always keeping their weapons forward as they unleashed their own return volleys into the enemy fleet. The Starfighter Squadrons they had unleashed carefully slipped behind the main formation of the vessels, waiting in the wings as it were for their next order while also serving to keep any Starfighters the enemy may launch, away from the larger vessels.

"Signal the Reserve Fleet to hold - we'll keep them back until they're needed. I do not want to commit them if we do not need to unless enemy reinforcements arrive or it appears we're being overwhelmed. Remember, Focus on the left-flank and prevent their formations from rejoining."

The woman stepped forward as she carefully surveyed the field of battle before her in the void of space. Clasping her arms behind her back, a soft sigh slipped forward. She was hoping that those on the ground were faring as best as she, or perhaps better - knowing that if she failed to hold the line here, then those on the surface were at risk of failing in their own objectives as well - with a potential of being overrun. She was not about to let that happen - even if it meant ramming the Observance into the enemy fleet - she would stall them and prevent the second-wave from making planetfall.

  • Task Force Observance Left-Flank pushing forward
    • Kiatri-class Star Destroyers and Kes Harpa-class Frigates engaging Brute's First and Splitter
    • (3) Coru-class Corvettes Destroyed on Left-Flank
    • Starfighter Squadrons providing screen as Bombers prepare for bombing runs on Brute's Fist and Splitter
  • Task Force Observance Right-Flank falling back
    • Kiatri-class Star Destroyers and Kes Harpa-class Frigates returning fire against Task Force Pelkos
    • Starfighter Squadrons pulled back and providing Anti-Starfighter Screen
  • Reserve Fleet signaled to hold in position
 
Major Faction

Kimiko Taiyou

Akaran Goddess
Kimiko Taiyou
Character Bio
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Location: Bridge of SIN Nagato
Objective: Defend Golan Defense Station
Allies: Acavna Asta | @Last Wall
Enemies: Ostak Cl'mana | @Bryn


Supreme Commander Takami smirked, this dance was going well into their favor, and now it was it was time to spring the trap,"All Imperial vessels advance on the enemy left, do not allow them to breath towards that station! Keep our squadrons close, until we've engaged." she glanced at the comms officer, offering a wicked grin,"And get Captain Sonoda to reinforce the right."

The Sakuran fleet, had until now, been shadowed on the far-side of the planet, keeping a close eye on events as they unfolded. Though they had assembled rapidly, they were prepared and more than eager for a fight. The Empress and her military advisors had been watching the story unfold as Bryn had carved a bloody path through the galaxy. Inching closer towards their own little corner. It had honestly scared them, though the distance was great, it would be a matter of time until they were near enough to strike.

Then came the word from the CIS that a line was being drawn. One to hopefully hold back the onslaught and stop these creatures in their paths. Kimiko, with the support of her council had readily volunteered her aide.

"Get me in touch with the Last Wall's fleet commander yesterday!" Takami barked, as her own forces began splitting to engage the Bryn's rear.

The Nagato, and escorts, stayed to their left, coming within range of TF Pelkos. Captain Sonoda in the Kongo, and escorts, peel right and move to reinforce the Observance's engage left.
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Sakura Fleet Left, consisting of Nagato, (4) Akizuki, (4) Shimushu, and (10) Hashidate, (17) Zero Squadrons, move to engage TF Pelkos from behind.
Sakura Fleet Right, consisting of Kongo, (3) Akizuki, (3) Shimushu, (2) Cyaron, (10) Hashidate, (17) Zero squadrons, move to reinforce Observance's engaged left
 
Major Faction

Keldothera

General Kelda
Keldothera
Character Bio
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Ally(s): Tathra Khaeus Tathra Khaeus | Primarch Drek'ma Primarch Drek'ma | Galak Galak |
Enemy(s): Open to Engagements
Location: Departing Siege Tower aboard Gunboat
Equipment: Kraker, Carbine, 2x Shredder
Forces: Juggernauts; Minors, Heavies, Grenadiers, Majors, Captains


A zeal-fuelled battle cry stemmed from all round amid the combat. Swelling like trumpets as the call came from the other end of their deployments on the opposite side of looming, gargantuan Siege Fortress. The Chieftain had joined the battle atop the wall. Keldothera's boot slammed into the chest of one of the Lastwall defenders, knocking him to and over the railing lined edge of the battlement. She didn't bother to look over, she'd seen plenty things splat violently in her time.

Her Juggernauts worked in groups, paired by a grouping of three minors and two specialists to a Major; a Captain overseeing three Majors. Her, overseeing each Captain. The battlefield was alit as the physically superior Juggernauts rushed through the Lastwall defenders like a bull through brittle fencing. Below her, an staircase of many angles extended into the city below.

Her eyes overstimulated by light as buildings and roads were lit on fire by the massive tendril beams of the Fortress.

"Their home is already burning!"

Keldothera's lungs burnt as she screamed, standing amid the chaos as her hand firmly grasped the throat of another Lastwall slime. The human's neck snapped like sticks of foam between her thumb and index, head sinking between its collar as she dropped it. She took the two Shredders from her hips, climbing up onto rubble. For every other defender she hit, the crystal bolts super-combined - blasting the little men apart in scores.
 
Major Faction

Gerwald Lechner

Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Gerwald Lechner
Character Bio

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WEARING: xxx
DIRECT TAG: Ruus Kote Ruus Kote | Open
ALLIES: CIS Srina Talon Srina Talon | Abel Denko Abel Denko | @Demitri Voltura | Natsu Verren Natsu Verren | Acavna Asta
ENEMIES: Engaging Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari

”Just get me as close to the landing zone,” Gerwald barked once more.​

His eyes rolled as the pilots complained about the order. Typical. Yes, it was part of their job to be concerned about the safety of those they were transporting, but the Lord Commander was not concerned about those on board as much as he was about the threat on the ground. The lives of those on this planet were at stake if the Bryn’adul threat was not stopped here. One thing was certain.​

“They cannot breach the wall, so get me right in there.”​

The wolf walked back to the loading ramp. It seemed he was going to have to make his own entrance, and buy some time for Ruus Kote Ruus Kote and his team.​

<<<“Don’t worry about your reserves, you took care of a lot of charon when I could not use the force. That is not the case here. It is my turn to return the favor.”>>>​

Gerwald hit the button to lower the ramp. What he was about to do many would consider foolish, but at heart the lupine was a warrior. Being Lord Commander had kept him behind a desk more often than he wanted to be. His life had been dull in some ways, and in others it could not be more complicated. What was lacking was the simplicity that came with war. There was him and there was his enemy. Gerwald knew what to do in those situations.​

Reaching out with the force Gerwald locked onto a familiar presence, Srina Talon Srina Talon was among those already at the wall. He smirked. Not only had she sent the message, but it had not taken her long to find herself in the conflict. This was what both of them were good at, born for. Battle was her language, and it was the thing which Gerwald lived for. If anyone would understand the pull Gerwald felt toward it, it would be her.​

<<”A friendly wager? Which of us can kill more of them?”>>​

The wolf did not wait for an answer before locking onto Sylok'Vanari Sylok'Vanari . Leaping from the transport, Gerwald let his body fall to the ground. The height from which he jumped would have killed anyone else, but the force was with him. Pressing the force into his legs, Gerwald padded his landing enough to keep from breaking every bone in his body. When his boots hit the ground a shockwave of force energy was released causing ripples through the ground around him. Looking up, his eyes locked with the monster.​

With his axe in hand, Gerwald ran toward the beast.​

Today it would die.​

This was their first stand… it would be their only stand.​


Wolfsbane
Ferrum Solis
Icebreaker
Lord Commander Armor
 

Ostak Cl'mana

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FLEET OF CRUSADER'S FIRE - JOINT FLEET COMMAND
SHAMAN/TACHAEL-VEMNAK OVERSEER OSTAK CL'MANA | SHIPMASTER PELKOS​

POST: III
LOCATION: ~10 km SW of Golan Defensive Platform
ALLIES: Byrn | TBD
HOSTILES: CIS/Lastwall | Engaging Task Force Observance under Acavna Asta & Sakura Fleet under Kimiko Taiyou Kimiko Taiyou | Open to fleeting/boarding engagements against big meat slabs
FLEET COMPOSITION: 3x Conquestors, 2x Butchers (see advanced details in Fleet Status & Summary of Actions below)

Shipmaster Pelkos watched with irritation as the hostile fleet targeted Brute's Fist and Splitter, as if they knew Will of the Primal was the fleet flagship and to be isolated.

Without a doubt, he had underestimated Lastwall intelligence. The Shipmaster was already in an unfamiliar position with firepower inferiority, and their commander seemed to be adapting sufficiently to his split fleet tactics as well. At this rate, it would be up to Ostak's task force to divert the Lastwall force for long enough for him to modify his tactics under constant fire. Yet just as he was settling into the new procedure and about to deliver orders -

"Shipmaster, a second fleet has entered our area within thirty kilometers or less of us." stated the lead navigation technician. "Their signatures are about as numerous as ours but not of Draelvasier origin, these forces are likely hostile."

The Shipmaster's brain, running in overtime just seconds earlier, became painfully blank in an instant.

They were now fighting an unbeatable enemy. For all its experience and zeal, the Fleet of Crusader's Fire could not defeat two hostile fleets that moved to surround it on all sides. It would be a massacre of unprecedented conditions, one that would undoubtedly land him on the execution block if Ostak lived for long enough to put him on trial. He could only watch with utter hopelessness as the hostile signatures grew closer and closer, starfighters emerging from the bellies of the larger ships.

"-master Pelkos?"

The Shipmaster was brought out of his despair by the technician, who now stood a mere meter away from him trying to catch his attention. Upon seeing Pelkos's focus turn to him, the technician continued.

"What are your next orders?"

Abandon ship. he was tempted to state. While Pelkos might have been a veteran Shipmaster whose loyalty to the Draelvasier crusade was immense, he was also a realist. He knew that unless reinforcements were to arrive soon, all of the Fleet of Crusader's Fire would be crushed within the hour. Consequently, he had few options remaining to him. Fortunately, it was not difficult to choose from within those options.

Extending his secure comms stone to all Draelvasier vessels in a several hundred kilometer vicinity, Pelkos began to relay a new order.

[All friendly units, this is Shipmaster Pelkos of the fleet of Crusader's Fire. We're pinned by a much larger hostile fleet and need reinforcements immediately. I believe the best approach would b-]

At that unlucky moment, the Quilxyn shielding near Will of the Primal's bridge briefly buckled. Barely a second later, a heavy turbolaser bolt from one of the newly emerged hostiles flanking the flagship struck the same area. Already weakened, the shield temporarily gave way, and the bolt pierced the bridge, killing Shipmaster Pelkos and his entire command staff instantly.

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Ostak was rapidly ushered off his Gunboat and into Zealot's interior, its hull shaking as it came under heavy fire. The elevator shot him upwards to the bridge, almost identical to that of the Will of the Primal aside from a few pieces of minor equipment placed in different locations. Peering out the bridge's window, he noticed that a small flame was rising from the fleet flagship. Confused and concerned, Ostak opened his comms stone and set it to a local frequency only Shipmaster Pelkos's task force would pick up.

But when he began to speak, he was met with only static.

Suddenly, the fire in Will of the Primal took on a whole new meaning. It may be small in comparison to the vast warship, but it likely lay over a very important area. Just as he began to fear the worst, an unexpected female voice replaced the static.

[Shaman-Commander Ostak, this is Zealot Commander Lymadta speaking from the Will of the Primal's auxiliary bridge. Thank the Chieftain that you're still here. You might have already seen the fire that engulfed the main bridge, it took a hit from an artillery piece too heavy for its stressed shields to block. Shipmaster Pelkos - he died in the blast. So is the rest of the command crew. I'm now the ship's ranking officer, but you're the new head of the entire fleet by order of succession. Please, we're all getting nervous. We need some advice, some way of knowing that Pelkos didn't deliver us into a death trap.]

So the worst really has come to fruition. thought Ostak grimly.

[Give me thirty seconds, and I'll have a new plan.] replied Ostak boldly, leaving his comms stone active as he rushed towards Zealot's main navigational computer. As expected, the two task forces of Crusader's Fire were vastly outnumbered by hostiles both in front of and behind him, with a slight focus on the task force of the late Shipmater Pelkos. Excluding the possibility of reinforcements arriving, destruction of every ship in the fleet was practically guaranteed. However, that didn't mean that the mighty Fleet of Crusader's Fire would not inflict precise and significant damage before going down.

[Zealot Commander Lymadta, have Will of the Primal turn on a path to ram directly into the flagship of the first enemy formation at full speed. Ensure that Brute's Fist follows a similar path towards an adjacent ship, with Splitter laying down suppressive fire for both vessels until it can no longer safely fire its main cannon. Launch attached Debaucher boarding craft from both Conquestors at the flagship and prepare boarding corps within the Debauchers. Lay down a Phedrak fighter screen to ensure that the Conquestors can get within range. Whoever is not boarding will stay on their ships until the end. My task force will perform a similar operation, turning to face one of the flagships of the fleet behind us. Relay the order to the remaining Shipmasters in Pelkos's task force, if they object, tell them it's from Ostak himself.]

It was a harsh measure, one that would likely come with great sacrifice. But for Shaman Ostak, there were no better options.

With renewed urgency and the ferocity of a beast backed against a wall, the two task forces began their operation.

Entire fleet assumes V formation with Butchers in rear position, above the Conquestors
Entire fleet moves forwards to enter effective range of primary armaments
Entire fleet is split into two task forces (Task Force Pelkos and Task Force Cl'mana)
Conquestors in TF Pelkos open fire on Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Splitter fires its main cannon on short-burst setting at Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
All of TF Pelkos turns 30 degrees to the right
Zealot opens fire on Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's left flank
All of TF Cl'mana turns 30 degrees to the left
Ostak takes over supreme command after Pelkos is KIA
Will of the Primal moves on collision course with The Observance
Brute's Fist moves on collision course with adjacent Kiatari-class
Splitter prepares to lay down cover fire
Zealot and Primordial turn to face Sakura Fleet Right
Both task forces deploy Phedrak fighter screen in close proximity to them
Both task forces prepare to launch Debauchers once they enter range

Conquestor Zealot (Overall flagship/TF Cl'mana) - Synthetic Shielding: 81% | Hull Integrity: 97% | Engines: Turning 180 degrees | Firing At: SIN Kongo
Butcher Primordial - Synthetic Shielding: 90% | Hull Integrity: 92% | Engines: Turning 180 degrees | Main Gun Charge: 0% | Firing At: TBD
TF Cl'mana Debaucher Complement: 3/3 | Launched at: TBD
TF Cl'mana Phedrak Complement: 320/320 | Engaging: TBD
Conquestor Will of the Primal (Flagship TF Pelkos) - Synthetic Shielding: 72% | Hull Integrity: 97% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Conquestor Brute's Fist - Synthetic Shielding: 79% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
Butcher Splitter - Synthetic Shielding: 89% | Hull Integrity: 100% | Engines: Full Thrust | Main Gun Charge: 57% | Firing At: Kiatari-class vessels in TF Observance's right flank
TF Pelkos Debaucher Complement: 5/5 | Launched at: TBD
TF Pelkos Phedrak Complement: 640/640 | Engaging: TBD
 
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