Private The Last Battle - Prelude

Dracken Pryce · Aug 22, 2020

Galactic Alliance 3rd Fleet
Myto Sector Fleet Staging Point
Aboard GA Flagship ANS Ouroboros

Olen Halcorr

Mordred B'Haran Krenis Skirata

Astraea Tagge

Din Marren

Ryv

Auteme

After their loss in the Sith Imperial surprise attack at Borosk and the loss of the 3rd Fleet's flagship, the Starchild II, Pryce moved his flag to the new Alliance dreadnought Ouroboros. A marvel of technology, the massive Mon Calamari designed vessel was a fleet carrier not unlike his old ship. As he walked the hall passing loader droids stocking the cruiser and new crew members trying to catch a glimpse of their new commander Pryce wondered not for the first time if helping the Imperials was the right thing to do. Bastion was in sight now though and he'd volunteered for this mission. Still, the idea of Alliance soldiers and crewmen dying for a foreign civil war for people who could soon become their enemy...Well, it twisted his stomach.

Flanked by two soldiers, the Lieutenant leading Twilight Company and his second, the trio walked with purpose towards the end of the hall where a turbolift waited for them. On their way, they passed a pair of Jedi also flanked by Nova Corps marines escorting what looked to be a smuggler or informant of some sort. Odd to see all the way out here and without notice. Back on the Starchild Garvey would have mentioned something like that over com. He was going to really miss that annoying virtual intelligence.

His moment of mourning was interrupted when a lieutenant ran up to Pryce, giving him a crisp salute before handing over a datapad. Pryce returned the salute and eyed the pad curiously.

"What's this?"

"Dossiers for the new units joining the third and the latest intelligence from IMPCOM." Pryce grimaced. Their intelligence hadn't been top tier throughout this war. Both Fornax and Dubrillion had ended up being deadly missteps and cost the Alliance lives and ships they couldn't afford to lose. Sure the navy had seen a rapid increase in size after the recently increased budget with additions like the two Startide-class dreadnoughts and numerous other vessels, weapons, and armor but empty losses and empty wins only hurt them post-war. While the New Imperial Order was taking infrastructure, credits, and manpower with each victory, the Alliance only lost troops, cruisers, and material while also leaving their home space less defended with the majority of the Third Fleet out on the Braxant Run.

Pryce nodded before offering a quick thanks and dismissal. He'd read this later, probably with the commanders he was about to see. Several decks later the young Admiral entered one of the ready rooms on the command level. High Command had pulled out all the stops on this one. Phantom Squadron, an elite special forces fighter wing was here represented along with several others trusted by Pryce to lead the assault. There was a smattering of Jedi here as well. "Jedi Generals" they'd been called in ages long past...

The chatter continued as he entered the circular, tiered room filled with species from all over the Galaxy. Pristine and white like most Mon Cal ships it made him realize how much he missed the more subdued blacks and greys of his old ship. When he reached the tactical holotable he inserted his code cylinder and dimmed the lights allowing folks to wrap up their conversations

"I appreciate you all showing up on such short notice. I know we all have things to prepare for with Bastion on the horizon. But I wanted to check in on you all in person. How are your crews, your squadrons and divisions? Are we missing anything we need handled sooner rather than later?"

OOC

This is something a little different. Its a social thread where instead of coming to drink we've gathered to talk shop! Even if you don't plan on joining the invasion please join in and meet other GADF folks! Setting is the Ouroboros SSD. If you don't think your character would fit in the command meeting mingle with your squad/squadron or look for partners to shoot the breeze with!

Olen Halcorr · Aug 22, 2020

Alliance 3rd Fleet
Myto Sector Staging Zone
GA Flagship ANS Ouroboros
Phantom Squadron

Mordred B'Haran Krenis Skirata

Astraea Tagge

Din Marren

Auteme

Olen weaved through the countless number of frigates, cruisers, destroyers, ships of varying shapes and sizes, some boxy and blockish, and others bulbous and spherical. Both of these descriptions seemed to apply to ANS Ouroboros, the crown jewels of the Galactic Alliance Fleet, the pride and joy of the Core. It seemed to encompass much of the space within the staging zone due to it's sheer size and might, hundreds of barbettes, point defense turrets and launchers, all ready to face whatever hostile force it might come across. He almost felt remorse for the enemy.

He hit the joystick hard to the right, going into a tight snap roll, outside his cockpit it all looked the same to him, space had no ceiling or floor so it was difficult to gauge position without the innumerable amount of computers and systems in the cockpit, complete with blinking lights. Olen liked his new X-Wing, the controls were much smoother than his ol' faithful X-Wing and it was a hell of a lot more powerful. He had personally overseen construction as it had originally been intended for his previous command, Twin Suns Squadron, but after they were decimated at Brentaal IV, they were given to Phantom Squadron.

The squadron stuck close to the port side of the Startide-Class Star Defender, they'd finished their usual round which Olen saw little to no point in. They were at a staging zone, though, it had been good to have some training and they were still in the latter stages of that training. He clicked on his comms unit to join the Ouroboros frequency.

"ANS Ouroboros, this is Leader, requesting permission to land. Clearance Code 553-620."

"Copy, code accepted, you are cleared to land at hangar bay B-17, welcome back Commander Halcorr." Came the female voice of the flight controller.

Olen's X-Wing lurched forward as he drifted towards his assigned bay, easing the ship into the bright white light. It was somewhat empty, as the Phantoms had been assigned their own special bay where their equipment was stored, their wedge shaped A-Wings and their Y-Wings all sat, dormant. The drab grey overalls of the hangar bay crew were already present as they touched down within his own spot. He popped the canopy, venturing down the yellow stairs as a pale white skinned Pau'an technician helped him out, as he hopped down to solid ground.

"Welcome back Commander, how were your rounds?"

"Not bad, Ghee, how have you been?" He replied, undoing his chinstrap and removing his helmet, which still had the symbol of his previous unit, in remembrance of those who'd died at Brentaal IV. Putting a hand through his sandy blonde hair, he noticed that his helmet had a tendency to make it wilder than usual. As per regulation with the former commanding officer, he'd had to style it in a "neat" parting which he found absurd, and almost landed a citation for not following regulation.

"Same old same old sir, hey, the captain wants you up at the main command readyroom."

"He does? This new Captain's got something good going." He half-joked, many on the ship hadn't appreciated the callous way the old commander had run the ship. He hadn't had to put up with him long, as within the few weeks of Phantom Squadron being assigned, the now former captain had been replaced by this new one.

The rest of the squadron were already retreating to the lounges, and he secretly wished he could join them. Letting out a long sigh, he sauntered off towards the waiting turbolift, his astromech wheeling behind. He keyed in his destination and before he knew it, the lift started up, and had reached the corridor. The door slid open, allowing the two to leave. He'd never truly gotten used to the pristine white of Mon Calamari cruisers, it seemed clean, too clean, almost unnaturally so.

The duo continued on, eventually reaching an archway which led to a tiered room. Many renowned commanders were already filing in, such as Captain Oliva and Rear Admiral B'Haran, famous naval commanders. Lieutenant Marren and Lieutenant Raith and Sergeant Neros, the Commandos, Lieutenant Tagge and Colonel Skirata, the Marines. His Jedi compatriots, Commander Treicolt and Captain Matson, two people he held in very high regard. Outrider and Blue seemed like the perfect match and the perfect team.

In the centre, Olen spotted High Admiral Pryce. He'd have never thought that Dracken Pryce would be the commanding officer for the Ouroboros. While a surprise, it was also a relief. He had full trust in the man, having fought as part of his fleet on multiple occasions.

"I appreciate you all showing up on such short notice. I know we all have things to prepare for with Bastion on the horizon. But I wanted to check in on you all in person. How are your crews, your squadrons and divisions? Are we missing anything we need handled sooner rather than later?"

Olen waited for a few minutes. Noting that no one else had decided to step up yet, he did so himself, stepping forward to talk. "Phantom Squadron have received our new X-Wings, we should be combat ready within the week, Admiral." He spoke in a manner that was equal parts eloquent but with that long Outer Reaches drawl that he'd failed to get rid of.

Zahara Myneto · Aug 22, 2020

Alliance 3rd Sector Fleet
My to Sector Fleet Staging Zone
Aboard GA Flagship ~ ANS Ouroboros

Constantine Oliva

Loske Treicolt

Olen Halcorr

Astraea Tagge Krenis Skirata

Maynard Treicolt

"Admiral, welcome aboard the Ouroboros"

The minute he exited his shuttle, he was greeted immediately by the staff of the massive dreadnought, or at least part of the staff, as there was almost no doubt in the Admirals mind that Dracken had called the other to his meeting already. Nonetheless he smiled, and raised his hand out to meet the Commander's "Thank you. I don't suppose we have time for a tour?"

The Command shook his head, and gestured towards the long hallway which connected the hangar to the bridge. "No, sir. High Admiral Pryce's meeting is beginning soon". And with that, the Commander quided Zahara towards the meeting area, one of the few staples and familiar areas of a Mon Calamari warship.

It was remarkable.

"I appreciate you all showing up on such short notice. I know we all have things to prepare for with Bastion on the horizon. But I wanted to check in on you all in person. How are your crews, your squadrons and divisions? Are we missing anything we need handled sooner rather than later?"

Pryce started off the meeting as subtle as ever, with the understanding and compassion Zahara had come to expect in the man. First, the gifted Commander

Olen Halcorr spoke, a man whom many within the Admiralty, including himself, thought highly of. He felt that his superior felt the same.

"High Admiral, I don't have a request or statement but rather a question. How many warships are we expecting at Bastion, there are many rumors circulating around this specific topic."

Constantine Oliva · Aug 23, 2020

After Brentaal, Constantine's line had been reassigned to the 3rd Sector Fleet. Constantine had heard the praises of its commander, High Admiral

Dracken Pryce , even before the young Commodore fought at Borosk, where the Admiral's actions had allowed the evacuation of NIO and Alliance forces. Constantine had only had Hawk there, and was busy providing limited air support to the rebel imperials. He'd heard rumors that the 3rd would help attack Bastion soon, and by now those rumors were all but confirmed.

Constantine never grew tired of seeing the enormous Startide-class Ouroboros. Even now, having served alongside it before, it was awe-inspiring.He didn't have time to awe at the incredible ship, for he had a meeting to attend. The tiered room was a staple of Mon Calamari designs, dating back hundreds of years. Within, Constantine was far from the only commodore present. Most of the fleet's ranking officers were present, many of whom Constantine did not know half as well as he should like.

The High Admiral had already opened the meeting.

Olen Halcorr , a fighter commander who had gained Constantine's respect over Brentaal, noted that their squadron would be ready within days. Next, Admiral

Zahara Myneto spoke.

Zahara Myneto said:
"High Admiral, I don't have a request or statement but rather a question. How many warships are we expecting at Bastion, there are many rumors circulating around this specific topic."

This question was crucial. If the Sith would hopelessly outnumber them, the attack was hopeless. A related question popped into Constantine's mind and he spoke.

"Admiral Myeneto's question is important, but I would like to add to it. What kind of ships will those be? There's a big difference between a hundred frigates and three super star destroyers."

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Maynard Treicolt Krenis Skirata

Mordred B'Haran

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