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The Jaws of the Wolf [Iron Empire]

Isamu Baelor

Protector of The Iron Realm
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Location: Rhigar Space
Iron Imperial Fleet: 1x Ironjaw-class Star Destroyer, 1x Stormcrow-class Star Destroyer, 1x Harbinger-class Star Destroyer, 1x Longclaw-class Star Destroyer.

Rhigar. The icy-planet, which lay at the edge of the Iron Realm, had long been subject to raids by pirates. Vultures, who would prey upon the vital supply, and trade, convoys.

To combat these cowards, the Iron Empire deployed the newest of its vessels: the Ironjaw-class Star Destroyer. Equipped with four gravity-wells, the Ironjaw would wrench the pirate scum from hyper-space, and leave them as easy prey, for the Iron Imperials.

Whispers, spread by the Security Bureau, spoke of a supply convoy. The largest Rhigar had ever seen. Food, medicine, and weapons, were in abundance. A salivating target, for the greed-ridden pirates.

Along Rhigar’s trade route, an ambush had been prepared. A fleet of Iron Imperial vessels, including that of the Ironjaw, sat in wait. Prepared to unleash fury upon the marauders.

Aboard the Ironjaw, the Full Metal Emperor himself was present. Sitting upon the Captain’s chair, he was flanked by Captain Sven Gunnhilt. Commander of the vessel.

“Your Grace." The Captain said, as he lent forward. "Our sensors have detected a fleet approaching the decoy. The pirates have taken the bait." He said, with a grin.

“Good.” Isamu replied. “Begin the operation.”

Captain Gunnhilt bowed to his emperor, before turning his attention to his crew. “Activate the Gravity Well Generators!” He ordered.

It was sudden. The Pirate Fleet appeared; torn from hyperspace. Though smaller, their ships were greater in number, at an estimated two-to-one ratio. However, this did little to deter the Iron Imperials. In the moment of confusion, the Iron Fleet lurched forward. Their guns blazing.

Objectives:

  • Destroy the Pirate Fleet.
  • Disable the Pirate Flagship, and capture their leader, so he may become an example of.
 
"Wheeeeeeee," Elae called into the comlink as her starfighter, Comet Mk II launched from the hanger of the Ironjaw alongside her squadron and into the vastness of space, illuminated by the light of a billion stars.

"Karkin' hell, Araeris," a voice scolded her over the comlink. "You could out pester any pest with that voice!"

"Sowwie," the pink haired pilot apologized and accelerated her starfighter to the front of the pack without any regard for the other members of her squadron.

"Arareis, get back into position. This is an order," another voice growled at her over the comlink.

"Hakuna Matata," she replied.

"What?" the voice sounded puzzled.

"Hakuna Matata - it means no worries. Comet Mk II and I have got this," she giggled and muted the comlink channel. "Let's go kick some pirate butt, Comet!"

[member="Rezin Chareux"]​
 
More of a personal vessel than officially part of the Iron Navy, the Cyaron lurked just beyond the newly engaged forces. Her captain's tails eagerly wagged behind her as the anticipation grew. She knew she shouldn't let herself get to to worked up, it would be bad for the baby, but having some fun every now and then never hurt anyone...right? Around the woman, her companions steeled themselves for their part.

"Ki, it appears that the entirety of the pirate fleet has been yanked from hyper space." Chika informed her.

Excitement flashed in her blue eyes and her ears twitched. A toothy grin spread across her face as Ki stood before declaring,"Let's join join the fray ladies, shall we?"

The small vessel immediately sped towards the action...the woman at its lead had one thing in mind: find the pirate leader and capture him for the Empire.

[member="Isamu Baelor"] / [member="Elaesanne Araeris"]
 

Isamu Baelor

Protector of The Iron Realm
The alarm blared throughout the Ironjaw. The trap had been sprung. The pirates caught. Now, they faced the wrath of the Iron Empire. The wrath of Reapers.

The self-proclaimed ace squadron had been on stand-by. Ready to launch at a moment’s notice. They all itched for a fight, but Rezin craved it. “Finally.” She remarked.

She activated her com-link, and opened a channel to the rest of the Reapers. “Alright ladies, it’s time. Let’s rock and roll!” She said, her words enthusiastic.

“Rezin Chareux. Reaper-One. Launching!” The clamps restraining her Iron Wrath Interceptor released, and she roared from the hangar of the Ironjaw. Behind her, followed the rest of Reaper Squadron.

As they flew through the black void of space, their radar pinged with life. Fighters poured from the pirate’s vessels. “Here they come.” She said, her words tinged with excitement. “Let’s bring the pain!”

[member="Elaesanne Araeris"] | [member="Kimiko"]
 
Benedict approached [member="Isamu Baelor"] in an all white suit. "Evening sir, I'm pleased to see that things are going as planned. I hope to have the captain in this ship by tomorrow. It'd help to establish our dominance. As for why I'm here, I'd like to invest 3,000,000 credits into this faction of yours. But there's a catch. You need not pay me back but one third of what I give, whenever you want. And, I'd like to run the banking sector of this faction. Do you agree to my terms?" The ramifications of 'aligning' to a side could be bad for his bank, but he didn't need to worry. He could also propose that each of the faction members can also apply for bank accounts, free of interest. "One more thing if I may. I'd like to offer interest free bank accounts to all of the faction members here now, and to those who join later. This obviously includes you as well. Would you like that?"

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Kimiko"] | [member="Kiriko"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Morgan"] | [member="Nthando Breen"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | [member="Talos Rygat"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Viktor Alexander"] | [member="Vinten Veers"] | [member="Zeradias Mant"]​
 
Talos sat aboard the Harbinger along with fifty of his personal legionaries. They all prepared for a boarding of the flagship of the pirates. They all checked their weapons and breathing gear in case things got airy. The Emperor had set a trap for a gang of pirates attacking Imperial space and now was the time for their culling.

The legionaries and Talos were dressed in their traditional robes, with a few added protections from the potential for absent atmosphere. Talos moved to the center of his Legion and began to meditate in the Force. He'd be joined by the group to receive his blessings before the fight, a boost to their stamina and reflexes. He'd protect his men with everything he had.


[member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Rezin Chareux"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
 
Pew, pew, pew motherkarkers!” Elae yelled as she opened fire on the pirate's fighters, her fighter dancing against a background of pure black and illuminated by the stars. To other Iron Empire starfighter pilots who had taken to the sky, Comet Mk II with its glaring yellow custom paint job may have seemed like a nuisance much akin to a fly buzzing around one's face.

"Boo-yah!" Elae yelled into the muted comlink with child-like excitement as she took down one of the enemy fighters. "Boom schutta!" she yelled as she watched another explode finally unmuting her comlink.

"Araeris! Return to your position!" an angry voice snapped at her over the comlink. "You're jepodi-"

"Not today," she smiled, speaking with a singsong tone as she changed the channel of her comlink, intruding upon Reaper's squadron channel. "Pilot Elae Ara reporting for doodie!"

[member="Rezin Chareux"] - [member="Talos Rygat"] - [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] - [member="Kimiko"]​
 
The Cyaron swooped into the fray, immediately opening fire on the Pirate fleet's fighters to support the Imperial pilots' efforts. Chika expertly vectored the vessel towards the supposed flagship, a grin on her face. Kanan and You preparing their kits near the docking tube, sharing confident words, happy to be a team again. The other women were occupied with manning the ship's weapons, primarily targeting fighters, but occasionally taking turbolaser shots at the larger craft.

As they neared their target, Kimiko addressed Chika,"Commander, I leave the ship in your hands. I shall hopefully bring this pirate scum to justice."

Chika happily responded with a bow,"Go kick some shebs in Ki."

The woman made her way to her two waiting escorts, dropping her cloak upon arrival. She was wearing her shiny new set of Legionnaire regalia, and she must say, she liked it.

"Wow Ma'am, that looks good on ya. Can barely tell you're carrying a child." Kanan commented, accompanied by a long whistle from You.

Ki smiled in delight at the comments as she ensured her saber staff was ready,"Thank you ladies. Are we ready?"

[member="Elaesanne Araeris"] / [member="Talos Rygat"] / [member="Rezin Chareux"] / [member="Isamu Baelor"]
 
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Along with the IE Fleet was a detachment from the Kiribian Spacy's Second Expeditionary Group, currently under the command of the Watchman Arisa Yune. She hadn't brought a particularly large force for the joint anti-piracy operation, as she deemed a single Star Destroyer with a light escort sufficient for this particular tasking. As the Iron Empire fielded their new hardware, so did the Kiribian, a prototype Phoenix Star Destroyer inspired by the venerable Champion-class of the Old Republic. Flanking the red and white Star Destroyer were a pair of Delphin frigates. Packing hypervelocity cannons, jammers, and multi-purpose launchers, she found the assault frigates to be fine escorts for the Revanchist. Fighters and gunships from the Revanchist buzzed around the warships creating an outer defensive envelope to intercept small craft and missiles.

On the bridge, she sat in her command chair in wait for the trap to be sprung. Her formation was positioned a microjump away from the IE formation in deep space far from the hyperlane. When the pirate fleet was trapped by the IE's interdictors, she would follow behind with her ships to flank them for a devastating mult-vector attack. It was a classic pincer move inspired by the tactics of the legendary Grand Admiral Thrawn.

She didn't have to wait long. Almost like clockwork, the greedy pirates appeared to follow up on the bad intel fed to them by IE agents. She held off a while before making the order to jump, though, wishing for the pirates to panic and commit themselves to the only enemy they could see before she came along to deal the killing blow. She would be the hammer driving the pirates into the anvil that was the IE fleet.


[member="Isamu Baelor"] [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Rezin Chareux"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]
 
Location: The Final Frontier
Ship: Voidwalker
Objective: Infiltrate the Pirate Flagship, Take control
Gear: Lightsaber, Sword, Rifle,
Music: Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins
[member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Kimiko"], [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] , [member="Benedict Rotadaria"], [member="Rezin Chareux"], [member="Isamu Baelor"],

Flying out in space was one of the many things I enjoyed. No one to mess with you. No one to interfere with you. That was, unless you were a pirate. Pirates tried to take what was not theirs. They were people who preyed on the weak. Even more so if they were within boarders of a faction that was all about protecting those within. They were predators. They hunger for the lost sheep.

Smiling a little when sitting in the cockpit, I was also a predator. One that preyed upon all. Before the Iron Lords had reformed into the Iron Legion, I held the title loosely. Now, I hold it with white knuckles. It was my title now. Mine. Even with my talents being used with our Empire, I was the Iron Lord who stayed as such. I hated changing names with no real reason. Hence why I had called myself Atheus for so long. Taking it over my pathetic birth name. I moved on from my past after accepting my name. Much like the Sith with claiming the title of Lord, or Darth to move on. To become stronger. I did so too.

Yet I had a reason than to forget my past. No, I let it mold me to become something more.

I was good at what I did, but what I did was not very nice.

Flashing in front of the cockpit windows was the fleet of pirates as they were dragged kicking and screaming out of hyperspace. I smiled brightly as instantly I saw the fleet above me firing upon them with everything they had. Leaning up, I threw the corvette into sixth gear. Climbing all the way up in mere seconds to be ahead of most of my own fighters that were escorting me to the ship. Thalia yelling from behind me,

"Don't rush! We'd get shot before you can blink!"
"I know what I am doing girl. Now fire on ships that come close."

My hands shaking slightly as I steered the ship into an aileron roll to avoid fire. The ship moving swiftly for its size avoided most of the fire, with a few bolts being absorbed by the shields. The engines whining harder as I took into a barrel roll as soon as I leveled out from the first. Avoiding more fire, I leveled it out, and punched the throttle as fast as it could go. I could feel the entire ship lurch forward. While not the fastest ship, it was likely going to be the most agile on this entire fleet battle.

We were almost smack dab between the two fleets as the ships converging on one another began to fire. We were past the front line. Fire from the starfighters rained down on us. Yet we avoided most of it by rolling, side swiping, and tilting around other ships before they could react. Why so much movement? Low shields, and almost no physical armor. If I wanted to get to the flagship fast, then I had to avoid all combat, and slide past anyone possible. I could feel the force influence me very slightly with the dexterity of my hands and movements. I felt what could only be [member="Talos Rygat"]. The man was a Battle Meditation savant. He could influence even the tiniest of detail in war. Just by his mind alone.

I smiled at the though of him backing up everyone here however he could. Muttering to myself,

"Talos and meditation. I should have known."

Taking a hold of the communicator, I tried to hail any pilots that could aid me.

"Voidwalker calling for backup on infiltration run to pirate Flagship. Over."

I would take anybody if I could. If not, then I would deal with the hand I was dealt.
 
Talos and his legionaries felt the Force surround them. All 50 Sephi were adept in the technique, but Talos was by far the most experienced of the legionaries. He sent the tendrils of the Force out into the battlefield, reaching for every Imperial pilot he could. The familiar presence of [member="Atheus"] gave him an Idea.

"My Legion, Our time is now. Enter a dropship, we are going to join the fight."

The legionaries blared an Imperial dropship, as many as needed to fly them all into battle. Talos wouldn't let up on his buff, his mind ever aware of the lives at stake. Talos boarded the last drop ship, and as the pilot took off, he poured every ounce of power into the concentration of the Force around his allies.

The drop ships would aim for the flagship of the pirate fleet, making any necessary maneuvers to ensure their safe arrival. Talos sat in the middle of his dropship, holding his concentration as the ship rocked back and forth from the constant flak that tried to reared them from the safety of their sealed ship.

The Echoes spun about the cabin of the ship, whispering to each Sephi something that Talos hadn't the time to listen for. Their fight would soon begin, this was only the beginning.

[member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Elaesanne Araeris"]
 
The Weasel sliced through the battlefield, circling the combatants just out of their firing range. Bato and his team had been assigned a simple enough mission; film the battle and make a nice propaganda piece. With all the stealth features The Weasel was outfitted with, it should have been an easy task. But per usual, Bato Golden was determined to make things more difficult for himself. While the ship did have cloaking, the actor was less than enthused at the prospect of filming with it on. The light distortion effect showed up on holofilm, and propaganda film devoid of any artistic merit or not, he certainly wasn't ready to compromise on actual film quality.

He leaned over the back of the pilot's seat and talked to the ace flying the ship. "So, here's what I'm thinking. If we can get right behind one of those pirate ships, it would make for an amazing intro shot."

The pilot, to his credit, never once looked away from the violent scene around them. "That's a really, really, stupid idea. Sir."

"What? Nah, trust me, the shot would look great. The camera starts by following a single ship, then as it maneuvers up, it slowly reveals the entire battle. It would be flawless."

The pilot sighed. "And how should I go about sneaking up on an enemy ship, tailing them close enough for a good shot, and avoid getting blown to pieces, all at the same time?"

"Well, I'd go about it quickly." Bato grinned and patted the pilot on the shoulder. "Y'know, so they can't hit you."


[member="Talos Rygat"] [member="Atheus"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Kimiko"] [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] [member="Benedict Rotadaria"] [member="Rezin Chareux"] [member="Isamu Baelor"]
 
On the bridge of the Cyaron, the activity around them was intense. Fighters buzzed by, some flashing out of existence, while the Imperial weaponry was obviously superior to their pirate counterparts.

Hanamaru manned the communications station, filtering through the various nets the fleet was using to talk to one another. She was a natural, immediately picking up the incoming request for assistance...

"Voidwalker calling for backup on infiltration run to pirate Flagship. Over."

The woman turned to the commander, who gave her signature toothy grin and a thumbs up, before keying the mic,"Voidwalker, this is Cyaron, we read you loud and clear, break. We are approaching the flagship, break. Form up on port side and follow us in, how copy?"

[member="Atheus"] - for the above

/ [member="Bato Golden"] / [member="Talos Rygat"] / [member="Arisa Yune"] / [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] / [member="Rezin Chareux"] / [member="Isamu Baelor"] /
 

Isamu Baelor

Protector of The Iron Realm
With the activation of its Gravity Well Projectors, the Ironjaw became sluggish. Incredibly so. That which trapped the pirates, sapped the Star Destroyer of power. The Ironjaw’s escorts encircled it, protecting the command-ship. The Harbinger-class Star Destroyer rode at the tip of the spear, it’s guns blaring. Together, they lumbered forward, bearing down upon their prey.

“Target the pirate’s flagship with all ion cannons.” Captin Gunnhilt ordered.

“Ion cannons are locked on, sir.”

“Fire!”

The Ironjaw unleashed a flurry of ion bolts. They streaked across the black abyss, and struck upon the hull of the pirate’s flagship. Enveloped in the crackle of electricity, the vessel was crippled. It had lost all power.

As the Iron Empire’s boarding parties converged upon their target, the rest of the fleet took too mopping up the rest of the maurauders. Just as they had been without mercy, so would the Iron Empire. The Ironjaw would be tempered in their blood.

[member="Kimiko"] | [member="Bato Golden"] | [member="Talos Rygat"] | [member="Atheus"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Elaesanne Araeris"] | [member="Benedict Rotadaria"]
 
[member="Isamu Baelor"]

Benedict watched the explosions with amazement. "It's so beautiful, who is the architect who designed this ship? The armament and bridge are all brilliantly constructed. And the hull, is it durasteel, or maybe a stronger metal? All of this is so fascinating. But one question on our current mission, is there to be a boarding party? I'd assume we'd question these pirates and see why they were here." The Blue Rodian was hoping he could hop on into the boarding party. Who knows, he may find some good business partners in there. Eh, forget it. Betraying your faction was bad already, but doing business with the enemy would be worse. He slumped into a chair, watching the battle go on.
 

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