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The Terminus Facility (Space)

(For background and how to join, see here and here.)
[member="Wes Redtree"], @ Darth Arcanix, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Silara Kuhn"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Beowoof"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Wan Min Brightsky"], [member="Raziel"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Hans Vaiden"]

The blackness of space around SX-192 has remained undisturbed for centuries. Now the rest of the galaxy had realised the installation’s existence and had come to claim it. Standing against them was a formidable fleet of outdated yet still powerful ships. Once they are cleared both sides will turn on each other….

Notes:
  • You may join at any time! Simply PM me your fleet choices (5000m limit).
  • Team 1 (One Sith, Lord of the Fringe, ACA, Primeval) enters through the top row (row 1).
  • Team 2 (Republic, Protectorate, Mandalorians, Rebel Alliance, SJO, Levantine Sanctum, Vitae Alliance and Red Ravens) enter through the bottom row (row 20).

Objectives:
  • (Main) Destroy enemy ships, both NPC and rival factions.
  • (Main) Control or destroy the main shipyards.
  • (Side) Exit the battlefield on the opposite side to where you came in.

Rules:
  • Each writer may bring 5000 metres worth of ships. These ships may only be from approved factory submissions within their own faction or open market available.
  • The NPC droid fleet will have half the total number of metres of all writers.
  • Ship availability limits the amount of ships which may be taken. This applies per ship class.
    Unique/Semi-Unique: 1 per faction per submission.
  • Limited: 1 per writer per submission.
  • Minor: 3 per writer per submission.
  • Mass: Any number.

[*]Battle Meditation may only be used once every 3rd post.
[*]Ships may move an amount of hexes equal to: 11-(speed/2) on the new system or: 11-(speed) on the old system. All rounded up. So a ship with speed 12 on the new system may move 5 hexes per turn.
[*]Each ship begins with a number of shield (if applicable) and hull points equal to its length in metres. How damage is resolved is entirely up to the writer, but a standard indicator of health must be used.
[*]Ships may fire at regular range at 5 hexes, at ‘long range’ at 10 hexes.
[*]The shipyards (hex 10.10) are resistant to damage and have 2500 shield and 2500 hull points.
[*]All regular SWRP rules must be followed.
[*]One character per writer.
Moving from one battle to another requires a post leaving one battle and another in the new thread arriving. This may only be done once per writer. A writer may not move into a thread where they have another character.


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Class Size Class Capital Defence AC Location Shield Hull
Lucrehulk 3000 Dreadnought 571 740 1500 10.10 3000 3000
Munificent 1 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 8.10 825 825
Munificent 2 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 12.10 825 825
Providence 1090 Heavy Cruiser 128 12 240 09.09 1090 1090
Recusant 1187 Heavy Cruiser 70 60 240 10.12 1190 1190
CV-1a 150 Corvette 4 3 12 07.09 150 150
CV-1b 150 Corvette 4 3 12 10.07 150 150
CV-1c 150 Corvette 4 3 12 13.09 150 150
CV-2a 150 Corvette 10 4 0 07.12 150 150
CV-2b 150 Corvette 10 4 0 10.13 150 150
CV-2c 150 Corvette 10 4 0 13.12 150 150
FG-1a 300 Frigate 15 6 24 09.13 300 300
FG-1b 300 Frigate 15 6 24 11.13 300 300
FG-2a 300 Frigate 30 4 0 09.08 300 300
FG-2b 300 Frigate 30 4 0 11.08 300 300
CS-1 500 Cruiser 30 12 48 09.12 500 500
CS-2 500 Cruiser 5 40 128 11.09 500 500
 
It was that time again. Forces had conspired once more to bring together a coalition against the tide of evil that threatened the galaxy. At least, a more dramatic man might see it that way. In truth, High Admiral Kovacs was here because the Lord Protector had issued him a standing order; anything that their enemies expressed an interest in was to be denied at any cost. Whether that meant he was to take it first, steal it from under their nose, or blow it right to the Nine Hells was purely his discretion. Nothing sanctimonious, just pure old fashioned keep-away.

So when HoloNet chatter began frantically discussing the discovering of an long-forgotten foundry world full of droids and warships, he took notice. And others did as well, he knew. That was what led to him arriving in this gods-forsaken star system at an unreasonable hour. They would be coming to try and lay claim to the system, and soon. So he was tasked with ensuring that such a claim came to naught. Other Protectorate forces had already been deployed to the planet in hopes of securing it, or at the very least denying it to the enemy. He got to have all the fun.

Space warped, rippling in silent protest before a vessel emerged from hyperspace. It was a cruiser, of modest design and size. Soon after it was joined by a second, identical cruiser four thousand meters off its port. They were far outside the engagement range of the ancient droid fleet, but they were not there to engage such ships. Their purpose to begin with was reconnaissance. Sensors were bringing in a flurry of data, Thousands of droid fighters swarmed around the fleet and shipyards in a display that some might call beautiful were there not so many guns involved. Four heavy cruisers were escorting a mammoth of centuries past; a Lucrehulk battlecruiser sat parked ontop of the shipyards, daring any to approach. A dozen other smaller light capital ships rounded out the fleet, though there was no telling if any were left unseen to jump in as reinforcements, or how many might do such. But that was not the concern.

The Lucrehulk was a monster, a ship that dwarfed practically every other ship in existence. Though the years after the official end of the Four Hundred Years of Darkness had been, relatively speaking, kind to the galaxy, the construction of such massive ships remained all but lost to the galaxy. It would take a concentrated effort to crack the back of that mammoth of a ship. The space between the two Protectorate cruisers began to ripple again. If the void could scream, it would shriek in agony as its fabric was sundered violently by the arrival of a third ship. The two cruisers came out of hyperspace in an almost gliding fashion, precisely cutting their way back into realspace. This new ship had no such grace or inclination. It tore open hyperspace and clawed its way into the system.

First a hundred metes, a thousand. Then the next thousand. And another. And another. The number of ships larger than a Lucrehulk still existing in the known galaxy could be counted on one hand, and now one had come to lay down its dominance. There, between the two dwarfed cruisers, lay the Protectorate's appropriately named Leviathan. Kovacs smiled on the bridge of the titan, watching his senior officers square away their duties and prepare themselves for combat. The lights were dim on the bridge, save for an angry red that lined the edges of the bridge. In the center was a massive holoprojector that displayed their field of battle and their enemies.

A sign of movement came first from the port-side of the ship. One of the hull plates began to slide away, revealing a sprawling hanger. Tinged a faint green from the presence of a atmosphere-saving shield, the hanger was large enough to hold a small capital ship or three. Instead it carried its own veritable swarm. Squadrons of fighters began to spill out, forming up alongside the Leviathan in defensive screens. On the starboard side, bombers formed up along with gunships and dropships. From beneath the ship came more activity. But it wasn't fighters that came forth this time. Massive catapults fired with a resonating crash of thunder, sending the eight corvettes hurtling out into space. They formed up equally on either side of the Leviathan's bow.


"Let's see what the day brings us. All ships, ahead full. Stay in formation. I want every long gun and energy torpedo firing on those droid warships as soon as we're in range."

Faction: Omega Protectorate
Team 2

PSV Leviathan - 10.20 -> 10.18
4,000 / 4,000

180 OS-G1 Fighters
36 OS-G3 Fighters
12 Wasp Fighters

60 OS-I1 Interceptors
12 OS-B1 Bombers
48 Inimica Gunships
60 M47 Dropships
8 M59 Heavy Dropships

PSV Ozymandias
- 10.20 -> 10.18

140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Manhattan - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Learning Curve - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Xanatos Gambit - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Running In Circles - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Glorious Thunder - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Resolute - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Triumphant March - 10.20 -> 10.18
140 / 140
24 OS-G1 Fighters
2 Inimica Gunships
4 M47 Dropships

PSV Comedian - 10.20 -> 10.18
500 / 500

24 OS-G1 Fighters
8 M47 Dropships

PSV Rorschach - 10.20 -> 10.18
500 / 500
24 OS-G1 Fighters
8 M47 Dropships
 
Steadfast-class Star Cruiser Oceanus, somewhere in hyperspace

General Gir Quee strolled down the command walkway of the Oceanus, glancing down occasionally to monitor the work of the enlisted crewmembers and commissioned officers who ran the ship. But it was more out of habit than any need to correct them. They were a well-trained crew. Captain Hep, a duros with a heavily scarred face, trailed behind him, answering his occasional questions about the crew. The blonde man reached the end of the walkway and found himself at an expansive viewport filled with the swirling light of hyperspace travel. The ship's captain cleared his throat.

What do you think will await us, sir?” questioned Hep.

Gir hesitated. The obvious answer was droids: lots and lots of droids. But they all knew that Terminus would draw more than just them into the fight. Others would doubtlessly come to either destroy a potential threat or reap some hidden treasure guarded by the legions of droids. He was nearly a hundred percent certain that they would end up firing upon more than just the droids when they reached their destination. The man shrugged.

I wish I knew,” replied Gir simply, “scuttlebutt around the fleet has it that nearly government of any means is mounting an expedition to this place. Not quite the line you were looking for?”

I thought you might know something more than what was given in the main briefing.”

I try not to hide anything from my team before a battle,” replied the man quietly, “unless I have explicit orders not to reveal something. I am afraid I've told you all that I could at the officer's dinner last night.”

A voice called up from the crewpit below them, “Reversion in ten seconds, sir.”

His stomach briefly twisted at the thought. Reversion meant that they'd be entering a fight soon. This could be his last hour, or that of the thousands of people who crewed underneath him. He quickly shook the thoughts away. Such fear was unproductive. There weresimply too many other things to think about than fear itself. The elongated lines of distant starlight came to an abrupt halt, turning into pinpricks of faded light as the prow of the Oceanus entered realspace. His gaze briefly drifted to the right to see the bow of one of the Oceanus's sisterships appear right alongside them. But just as quickly, his eyes looked straight forward as the distant dots which he could only guess would be the tirless guardians of the Terminus Station. He pivoted on his heel to look down at the sensor's station.

What do we see, sensors?”

There are several Protectorate ships, including a really massive one, on our starboard side sir. I have not detected any other transponders aside from those of the droid forces.”

Communications, let's see if we can get on a line with the Protectorate forces and coordinate our efforts.”

Yes sir.”

The general began to stride back towards his command chair, "If any enemy starship enters our weapons range, our gunners may fire at will for now."

"Aye sir."

[member="Ayden Cater"]



 
Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OJrFnGo9JY​

War. For all of human history it had been an inevitability, a product of civilization, of progress, of ‘higher’ forms of existing. For millennia mankind had fought itself, until finally the species had escaped the confines of its homeworld, now lost to time, and made a foothold for itself among the stars.

There they had found that war was a constant all its own.

Six ships dropped out of hyperspace in close formation, the first three in an inverted wedge, dwarfing the others that followed close behind. The foremost two were identical in appearance, and the bulbous rounded nose and sleek lines were easily identifiable as Wryylok-class Star Destroyers. Several hundred meters behind them was the instantly recognizable design of a Dark Blade, now a symbol of dominance, strength, and aggression.

The One Sith had arrived.

Aboard the Dark Blade, which bore the unsurprisingly appropriate name Contempt, Vice Admiral Cyrus Tregessar observed the watch crew in silence as they ran the standard procedures for reversion into a hostile system. The process was neat and professional, commands given were quick and to the point, and responses were short and informative. It had not been an easy task to reshape the overconfident and sloppy Sith Navy into a proper fighting force, but the process was coming together slowly. This would be the first test.

The Combat Information Center aboard the Contempt had been extensively modified to suit Cyrus’ particularities. It was dominated by a large holo-display in the center which gave a complete 360-degree 3-D picture of the entire system. The forward and aft sections (relative to the ship itself) were dominated by raised platforms with consoles for the command and flag staff, respectively. The rest of the crew sat at various workstations and consoles in a circle around the main display. Over eighty operators, technicians, and specialists worked in the space, and in a pinch nearly every major system on the ship could be controlled from this one location.

It took less than a minute for the display to begin populating with energy readings. The most noticeable was a sizeable cluster of ships around a large space station, all giving off archaic reactor signatures. The droid fleet intel had been so worried about, no doubt.

Beyond them another flurry of signatures appeared, one of which dwarfed the others by a significant margin. So much for secrecy, then, but at least they’d have a proper fight on their hands, there was nothing challenging about swatting droids out of the sky.

A year earlier Cyrus would have had to prompt for the various reports of ship classifications and threat dossiers, but now they were populating the console displays without command. His flag crew had certainly come a long way, and their training was now being standardized and disseminated across the fleet. The standards were high and the punishments severe, but complaints were stifled by the results. No one had ever won a war with mediocrity.

The two large energy sources flagged on the display, and Cyrus pulled up detailed reports of each. The first was a Lucrehulk-class Battlecruiser, a relic of a bygone age, but not a ship to discount in a fight, if only because of its size. As he pulled up the report of the second, Cyrus couldn’t help but grin. The Protectorate had finally sent their best toy into battle. Here was to hoping the old Lord Protector was at the helm, they never had gotten around to much at Fondor all those years ago.

“All ships hold formation. We’ll wait for the rest of our forces to get here. No point in rushing a good fight.”


Dark Blade-class Star Destroyer
- Contempt
13.1 -> 13.2
1050 / 1050
No Hanger

Wryylok-class Star Destroyer - Thunderer
13.1 -> 13.2
1300 / 1300
72 Strike Craft

Wryylok-class Star Destroyer - Warspite
13.1 -> 13.2
1300 / 1300
72 Strike Craft

Maladi-class Strike Frigate - Tenebris
13.1 -> 13.2
460 / 460
24 Strike Craft

Boneshatter-class Assault Frigate - Wrack
13.1 -> 13.2
380 / 380
8 Strike Craft

Boneshatter-class Assault Frigate - Ruin
13.1 -> 13.2
380 / 380
8 Strike Craft
 
[member="Wes Redtree"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Silara Kuhn"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Beowoof"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Wan Min Brightsky"], [member="Raziel"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Hans Vaiden"]

The fleets began to emerge from hyperspace.

Waiting for them, the ancient droid ships began to stir. Doomed to follow instructions from masters long dead and forgotten, they readied themselves for war.

They did not move yet, but droid fighters were prepared, weapons armed, and shields activated. Soon the last fleet of the Confederacy would fight its final battle. The final tale of the Clone Wars....


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Class Size Class Capital Defence AC Location Shield Hull
Lucrehulk 3000 Battlecruiser 571 740 1500 10.10 3000 3000
Munificent 1 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 8.10 825 825
Munificent 2 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 12.10 825 825
Providence 1090 Heavy Cruiser 128 12 240 09.09 1090 1090
Recusant 1187 Heavy Cruiser 70 60 240 10.12 1190 1190
CV-1a 150 Corvette 4 3 12 07.09 150 150
CV-1b 150 Corvette 4 3 12 10.07 150 150
CV-1c 150 Corvette 4 3 12 13.09 150 150
CV-2a 150 Corvette 10 4 0 07.12 150 150
CV-2b 150 Corvette 10 4 0 10.13 150 150
CV-2c 150 Corvette 10 4 0 13.12 150 150
FG-1a 300 Frigate 15 6 24 09.13 300 300
FG-1b 300 Frigate 15 6 24 11.13 300 300
FG-2a 300 Frigate 30 4 0 09.08 300 300
FG-2b 300 Frigate 30 4 0 11.08 300 300
CS-1 500 Cruiser 30 12 48 09.12 500 500
CS-2 500 Cruiser 5 40 128 11.09 500 500
 
[member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Ayden Cater"],



There were more than just governments and militaries that sought out wealth and power. Corporate and criminal greed were forces that rivaled that of any politician. Pirate gangs, privateer fleets, mercenary armies, and bounty hunter guilds filled the corners of the galaxy where empires dared not tread. And from that mass of thieves and brigands, lawyers and kings, the rumors of wealth and power would be hunted without relent. Chief among those willing and able to commit the might of an entire fleet to the vain goal of filling one's own pockets was a man by the name of Rygel Larraq.

While most knew the man for the company he led and the ships he built for civilian and military use alike, there were many who knew the Mandalorian for the army of mercenaries and fleet of privateers he employed to protect his interests... And to one, he was known as creator.



A wash of light illuminated a darkened corner of space as yet another ship found its way to the system. Much smaller than the giants brought forth by other interested parties, the sleek and slender form of Naast'ika Laaran glided into reality with a grace rarely seen in mechanical ships. Already, the living ship could sense the presence of familiar and unfamiliar shapes that shared the black sea with him. IFF transponders quickly registered that the ships closest where of Republic and Protectorate design. Not exactly friendly, but unlikely to open fire upon the small corvette without provocation.

A ping of active sensors would cause the ship to shine like a beacon on the sensors of the nearby Republic and Protectorate ships, but the payoff was immediate. Illuminated within his mind, Naast'ika's perception was filled with a three dimensional view of the space around him. Far ahead, the Confederate station shone within his view, as did the fleet of ships and swarm of fighters that protected it. Further... beyond even the station... sensor readings tickled the edge of Naast'ika's awareness and the familiar shapes of Sith and Primeval ships formed out of the nothingness of space.

"Our Intel was accurate." Captain Tupu said flatly as the images within Naast'ika's mind were also displayed upon the holoprojector at the fore of the bridge. "Signal the rest of the fleet to make the jump."

"Yes commander." Came the voice of Saris Lassiter as he set about sending the pre-arranged signal to the rest of the Mandal Hypernautics fleet that had been sent to assist the unique ship of flesh and bone. They had staged just outside the rim of the solar system, hiding in the empty void between suns as they waited for the signal from the scouting Naast'ika.

The signal was simple... Target located. Friendly and Hostile ships on sensors. LZ secure.


It was only a matter of moments before the rest of the ships burst into reality behind Naast'ika. A fleet of Frigates and Corvettes, most of which sporting Hyperion Security insignia upon their flanks, exited hyperspace in near-perfect formation. Those few without such an insignia instead sported the tag of one privateer contractor or another, all of which proclaimed allegiance to Clan Dem'adas.


"Launch all fighters." Came the voice of Fleet Commander Fett, and the ships of Battlegroup One and Two complied. "All launch craft are to form ranks behind the ships of Battlegroup One. Commander Tupu, you have command of Battlegroup One. I want your ships and fighters flanking the objective from the right."

"I have the cluster. Orders confirmed." Responded the orderly and militant voice of Captain Tupu. "Battlegroup One, relaying flight plans now... all ships activate Overdrive Engines and Maneuvering Thrusters, set speed to match that of the Naast'ika Laaran and begin approach to rallypoint Sierra."

"Battlegroup Two," Said Fleet Commander Fett to the ships left under his command, pausing for a moment as he considered the options available to him. "Relaying rallypoints now... We'll be moving in on the Protectorate flagship. If we can help her draw off the enemy fleets, it will make Battlegroup One's mission all the more likely to succeed."

To the flagship itself, Fleet Commander Fett had a simple and straightforward transmission to send. "PSV Leviathan, this is Mandalorian vessel Beast of Wayland. We see that you plan to engage hostile forces and are moving to support."

The message was simple and would likely be clear to the commander of the Protectorate ship. We can argue over spoils once we've won the day. For now, we fight together, and we do it without question.



Naast'ika moved to comply with the orders of his captain, not questioning or flinching as two corvettes larger than himself moved into flanking position behind him. He saw from all sides as the three Haran'uliik Frigates formed into a wide V-formation, each flanked by a pair of Nebula Corvettes and followed by a swarm of mandalorian fighters, bombers, gunships, and other combat craft. In his mind, he saw a holographic path laid out before him and he followed without question. He was slightly below and behind the trio of frigates that would plow clear whatever path Captain Tupu set them upon.

The Mesen'Loras was filled with fear and excitement at the thought of the battle that was to come. Overwhelmed by it all, he put his emotions to note and sang out to the black sea and the stars within. His voice range out on subspace frequencies and resonated within the Force.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WabT1L-nN-E

Let me sing you the song of my people!



Mandal Hypernautics Fleet
Battlegroup One (15.20 > 19.16)
Squadron Four
Squadron Three
Squadron Two
Squadron One
Battlegroup Two
Squadron One (15.20 > 10.19)
Squadron Two (15.20 > 09.18)
Squadron Three (15.20 > 11.18)

Launch Craft (15.20 > 19.17)

Notes:
All Haran'uliik Frigates and Nebula Corvettes are equipped with MH-PU04 Overdrive Engines, and MH-PU07 Maneuvering Thrusters.
 
On the bridge of the Oceanus...

"New contacts emerging out of realspace," shouted out a man from the crewpit.

Gir rapidly punched in a series of commands, bringing up hazy images of the newcomers through the electro-photo receptors scattered throughout the Republic fleet. He only recognized a few of the designs as Mandalorian during his brief venture into their space from the invasion of Toprawa. But there were more than a few that he had never seen before. His blue eyes glanced over to view their transponders on a different screen. I've never dealt with Mandal hypernautics before. Well, they certainly look friendly, especially since they're forming up around that big Omega Protectorate ship...and it looks like more than a few of them are moving to engage from the right flank. The man from Hast turned his gaze to another command chair situated to his left.

"Well captain, what does our intelligence say about the droid ships?"

"DER pit crews believe that they're powering up, no starfighter launches yet."

"Perhaps that's not too surprising. What data I could dig up on them suggests that one variety, the Vultures, have a very limited amount of flight time. Well then, let's poke the hornet's nest," said Gir, rapidly typing in a bunch of commands into his console, "Helm, take us to heading 05.16, we'll continue to stay as a group for now. Weapons, begin long-range bombardment of targets located in hex 07.12."

Murmurs from the crewpit grew louder as the crew began to carry out their orders. The ships began to shift slightly to the port as the Oceanus's engines picked up the pace from nearly a quarter of their output to their full speed. Alongside them, the Tethyis began to emulate her sistership's maneuvers, all while the smaller craft arrayed around the two star cruiser's easily picked up their pace. Flashes of bright ruby red light began to lash out from the blades of the star cruisers as their batteries of long-range turbolasers began to target the distant corvettes. Less flashily, the ship's mass driver cannons began their slow, methodical bombardment of the same targets with solid shot, as did their counterparts on the Tethyis. Gir guessed that at this distance, the small mass driver's solid shot probably wouldn't be super effective in either speed or accuracy, but the sheer volume of shots would probably still wreck some chaos on the smaller craft. The light energy torpedo launchers of two star cruisers began to fire even slower than the mass driver cannons, though their projectiles traveled much faster. Between the two star cruisers, the Triton's gray hull lit up with light as its long-ranged weapons joined the long-range bombardment: the massive Tyr-class Pulse turbolaser, a battery of heavy long-range turbolasers, another twenty mass driver cannons, and forty light energy torpedo launchers all joined in the bombardment started by the Oceanus and Tethyis. That should get their attention. The general flipped a switch on his headset comlink.

"Flight control, launch Seeker and Avenger squadrons to reconnoitre the dead man's land. Avenger is to escort Seeker, but to hold off from using their jammers if at all possible. I want information, not dogfighting."

A minute passed before the twelve Kalidor scout fighters of Seeker squadron surged out of the hangar of the Oceanus towards the enemy lines, intent to gather more information on the droid forces present, and to aid in providing accurate fire data for the long-range weapons of the Republic fleet. The faster Dodonna interceptors of Avenger squadron quickly caught up to their charges. The two squadrons scattered their craft across the space between the Terminus shipyard and the approaching Republic fleet.

Summary of Actions
-Main Republic fleet moves to hex 05.16
-Steadfast-class star Cruisers Oceanus, Tethyis, and Arendal-class Cruiser Triton open fire with long-range weapons on corvettes in hex 07.12
-recon Fighter group move to hex 06.13 to probe enemy defenses / gather intelligence

Fleet Movements
 
Objective: Investigate.
Location: Aboard the Divergent.
NPC: Pyrrhus Alet
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Enemies: Unidentified

Exiting the inscrutable realm of Hyperspace was a small Primeval fleet. At its helm, the venerable Executor Pyrrhus Alet had taken command whilst Anja Aj'Rou was off investigating a space station some distances away from their current trajectory. Almost immediately warnings, blips, and monotone alarms reacted as sensory arrays picked up an unusually massive amount of starship activity. The mother lode sat in the effective center of the region, guarding what could only be described as some kind of facility or station. Behind that were smaller blips that seemed to be fleets closing in from opposite direction.

Friendlies? Foes?

The Executor could only wonder but wondering wasn't his task. What they did know is that a friendly Sith fleet was near off their portside, relatively speaking.

"All ships prepare for battle stations! This is neither a drill nor feint. We're engaging what appears to be a large enemy fleet and there are several unknown fleets inbound, expect them to be enemies as well." The Executor began a broadcast to the other starship captains and their crews as well as his own station. The bridge of the Divergent was lively as personnel conducted various tasks. Sensory, targeting, navigation... These were all but a few of the many important tasks that went on aboard a starship. So it wasn't difficult to imagine the challenges of coordinating a whole fleet, let alone an entire battlegroup. So it was that this task found itself quite befitting of a man who spent his years as Anja's aide. The sole person who organized her personal fleet and planned the strategies of her engagements.

"All ships have left hyperspace, sir. Formation?" The first officer announced the situation before asking for orders that would then be broadcasted.

The Executor honestly didn't need time to think, they were a ways off from the enemy so a reactive formation would be more suitable in this situation.

"Remain loose for now. We don't want to be tight incase of any surprises but be wary, if communication is broken we are to engage in a forward crescent formation to protect our carrier. Advance and await further orders." As said the ships began to propel themselves forward in the vacuum of space, the silent void that left many homesick. Yet for Alet this was the one place he could relax, sleeping under the stars themselves and free of worldly confines.

"Starfighters are prepped and ready, awaiting orders." The Carrier's captain alerted the situation. Similar responses came in from those ships that had hangars, other inaudible chatter could be heard over open radios. With their encryption and range it would likely be impossible for the enemy to decipher at this point.

And so the eve of battle is nigh. The Primeval's dogma will not be so easily avoided.

Prim'ra Carrier Analog - Transcendence
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Attitude: Reactive.
Morale: Very High
975/975

Ruin-class Siege Cruiser - Will of Sargon
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Content.
Morale: Very High
700/700

Boar-class Assault Cruiser - Blind Eye
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Aggressive.
Morale: Very High
615/615

Boar-class Assault Cruiser - March of Bastion
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Defensive.
Morale: Very High
615/615

Skrii-Ro'ik Cruiser Analog - Undying
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Ambitious.
Morale: Very High
520/520

Skrii-Ro'ik Cruiser Analog - Afterlife
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Reactive.
Morale: Very High
520/520

Maladi-class Strike Frigate - Divergent (designated command vessel)
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Relentless.
Morale: Very High
460/460

Maladi-class Strike Frigate - Pact
Action: Advancing. 07.01 > 07.02
Stance: Battle stations.
Attitude: Aggressive.
Morale: Very High
460/460

 
It was curiosity that had driven her to join the expedition to this out of the way pocket of space, an out of the way pocket of space that was drawing every major power in the galaxy to it. Taeli sighed as she sat in her command chair aboard the Exalt-class Sta Destroyer that served as her current command ship, the tunnel of hyperspace filling the viewport still.

"Ten second until reversion," one of the pit officers shouted.

Tapping her fingers lightly on her chair, Taeli waited patiently for the ten seconds to pass, reviewing the plan for the Sith forces. Admiral [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] was running the show, she was merely providing support and more ships for the expedition. She didn't mind either, the man had shown a grasp of tactics and military matters she was interested in observing first hand. He was part of the newer crop of officers that made up the senior admiralty of the One Sith and she felt it best to get to know such people.

"Reverting now!"

The tunnel of hyperspace disappeared and the Sith fleet that had arrived before them appeared, holding in space and awaiting their arrival. She could see ships from the Primeval had already arrived as well.

"Report?" she asked for.

"All ships reverting and forming up with the fleet under the admiral," a flight officer said.

"My Lady, there are indications of enemy forces in the area as well, on the other edge of the system," a sensor officer informed her.

"Open comms with the admiral and the Primeval flagship and launch fighters, we shall fall in around the fleet and provide support," she said.

Activity increased as the enemy forces of the Omega Protectorate, Republic, and Mandalorians were identified, as well as the old droid garrison. Her historian side was sufficiently piqued that she hoped to examine any wreckage obtained. It wasn't everyday one saw a Lucrehulk or Providence, and she would greatly like the desire to examine them after the area was secure. Valuable data after all.

Exalt-class Star Destroyer - Nightshade
1600/1600
36 Wrath-class Starfighters

Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - Sapphire
625/625
16 gunships

Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - Ebony
625 meters
16 gunships

Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - Ruby
625/625
16 gunships

Vanguard-class Heavy Cruiser - Emerald
625/625
16 gunships

Razer-class Frigate - Stiletto
186/186
10 Bilge Fighter craft

Razer-class Frigate - Dirk
186/186
10 Bilge Fighter craft

Razer-class Frigate - Foil
186/186
10 Bilge Fighter craft

Razer-class Frigate - Shoto
186/186
10 Bilge Fighter craft

Actions:
Arriving and moving to form up with the rest of the Sith fleet, currently all ships at 13.1
 
[member="Wes Redtree"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Silara Kuhn"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Beowoof"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Wan Min Brightsky"], [member="Raziel"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Hans Vaiden"], [member="Ayden Cater"]

Corvette CV-2a, a picket ship barely able to defend itself against clones, stood no chance. Though it was at relatively long range, arcing bolts of energy and repeated slugs found it and broke its shields and hull. In seconds the corvette was wrecked.

Now provoked, two of the larger droid ships moved forward to battle. A Munificent Class Heavy Cruiser and a smaller cruiser opened a return fire at the Republic ships. These ships also launched attack craft, ready to receive any attack the Republic might throw at them.

Elsewhere the droid ships waited to be engaged before attacking the other intruders....

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Class Size Class Capital Defence AC Location Shield Hull Status
Lucrehulk 3000 Battlecruiser 571 740 1500 10.10 3000 3000 Ready
Munificent 1 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 06.12 825 825 Firing at Oceanus
Munificent 2 825 Heavy Cruiser 80 46 0 12.10 825 825 Ready
Providence 1090 Heavy Cruiser 128 12 240 09.09 1090 1090 Ready
Recusant 1187 Heavy Cruiser 70 60 240 10.12 1190 1190 Ready
CV-1a 150 Corvette 4 3 12 07.09 150 150 Ready
CV-1b 150 Corvette 4 3 12 10.07 150 150 Ready
CV-1c 150 Corvette 4 3 12 13.09 150 150 Ready
CV-2a 150 Corvette 10 4 0 07.12 0 0 Destroyed
CV-2b 150 Corvette 10 4 0 10.13 150 150 Ready
CV-2c 150 Corvette 10 4 0 13.12 150 150 Ready
FG-1a 300 Frigate 15 6 24 09.13 300 300 Launch AC
FG-1b 300 Frigate 15 6 24 11.13 300 300 Ready
FG-2a 300 Frigate 30 4 0 09.08 300 300 Ready
FG-2b 300 Frigate 30 4 0 11.08 300 300 Ready
CS-1 500 Cruiser 30 12 48 08.13 500 500 Launch AC, firing at Oceanus
CS-2 500 Cruiser 5 40 128 11.09 500 500 Ready
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Objective: Arrive
Location: Tambor
Allies: Team Dark Side

Odds were never an issue with Marek. Blame his Corellian nature.

That being said, this was a new environment for him. He was used to chasing off pirates, and helping to ensure the safety of targets, so when word came in about the Terminus Mission, he agreed. It seemed like it could be a smart move, see what sort of shipyards they could capture. Plus it would give him some time to show that the Abrion Sector, and the Techno Union, were serious in proving their alliance to the One Sith, Fringe Federation and the Primeval (consecutively known as “Team Dark Side”). He was a few moments head of the actual fleet commander for his nation, but his ships were mainly of a carrier loadout, show the different tech that the Union could produce, and start blowing things up.

The trick was that he hadn’t much combat experience, so he was going to be taking over space. And throwing as many fighters out as fast as he could. Marek was riding in the fleet, aboard the Gunray-Class Star Destroyer Tambor. It was named after one of the ships he used as an office during the early days of his time as the Foreman of the Techno Union. And well, he wasn’t crazy, as much as his namesake should have had him in a fighter, or basing himself aboard a carrier, he just… yeah, he wasn’t.

“Abrion fleet has arrived. Carriers reporting ready.” Was all Marek thought to say. What was he supposed to say? ‘lets pop some bottles and blow up ships?’ Yeah, his casino and night life humor might not fit here. Be proper and let the military men and women be the military. He looked over the space map as the TeamDarkSide ships turned to a friendly green on the IFF. Now he just needed to go about and find where he was needed.

Right, time to get down to business. Was a shame military vessels didn't have sound systems for music.


Action
Fleet arrives at 11.01. Grouping. Awaiting ACA second fleet

Fleet
Gunray-Class Star Destroyer - Tambor
1650/1650
Hangar – 48 TIE Rapiers, 12 Bolo-Class Gunboats

Contention-Class Heavy Cruiser – Ironite
220/220
Hangar – 24 Raptor Droid Fighters

Contention-Class Heavy Cruiser – Chromoly
220/220
Hangar – 24 Raptor Droid Fighters

Maladi-class Strike Frigate – Kovar
460/460
Hangar – 12 Hive Droid Intereptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers

Maladi-class Strike Frigate – Invar
460/460
Hangar – 12 Hive Droid Interceptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers

Severence-class Carrier – Amalgam
300/300
Hangar – 36 Hive Droid Interceptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers, 54 Raptor Droid Fighters

Severence-class Carrier – Cinnabar
300/300
Hangar – 36 Hive Droid Interceptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers, 54 Raptor Droid Fighters

Severence-class Carrier – Calomel
300/300
Hangar – 36 Hive Droid Interceptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers, 54 Raptor Droid Fighters

Severence-class Carrier – Vermilion
300/300
Hangar – 36 Hive Droid Interceptors, 18 Horde Droid Bombers, 54 Raptor Droid Fighters
 
Location: Aboard the Scourge
Objective: Eliminate hostile fleet assets; secure station
Allies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Marek Starchaser"]
Foes: [member="Ayden Cater"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

"Captain Vaiden? A voice called down the portside crew pit above the hum of background conversation. Piercing green eyes averted from the bridge's engineering monitor, the senior officer reeling back from his position hanging over the engineer's shoulder. "The sentry line reports that enemy activity is picking up. The capital ships are stirring and fire has been traded on the opposite sector of the system." The painstakingly young man reported, nearly as old as his own commanding officer.

Hans nodded pensively, glancing out of the viewport at the distant vessels scattered about a massive station. Comparing an old Separatist juggernaut of a vessel to that station was akin to comparing a beetle to a tree. The little buggers lingered about the exterior of it, their eyes and pincers facing outwards to stave off anyone who dared threaten their dear habitat and devour the sweet nectar - information - from it.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Carry on." The bridge officer snapped a salute, spinning around with a reasonably good imitation of a proper military turn. The Lieutenant headed off back towards the crew pit to continue his duties and assignments, and probably remark about how the Captain hadn't got on to him this time about disturbing him when he was doing something.

However, there were more important things to do here rather than get irritated at some junior-level officer because he bothered you.

"Commander," The Captain summoned another officer over with the wave of a hand, "Proceed to erect a sentry line. I want all TIE fighters armed and readied now. Push them out three kilometers and hold there, move with the Scourge."

The grey-uniformed man nodded, immediately turning to relay those orders across the ship. On this particular Star Destroyer, things happened quickly and personnel moved as if the fate of the galaxy rested on what was happening in that exact moment. Each crewmen knew where to go, each gunner was set in battle stations, and each cook knew what to prepare for dinner once it was all over.

Now they just needed to figure out how to win.

"Captain Vaiden to Bridge, activate the engines. Move out in formation with that Primeval joint-task fleet." Hans grinned, "Perhaps they'll enjoy the company."

And with that, the Scourge and all of the souls within her got to work.

Order of Battle:
1 x Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, Scourge (07.01 to 07.02) 1600/1600
 
The cerulean swirl of hyperspace vanished in an instant, to be replaced with...darkness. After a few moments the augmented reality screens and holoscreens flickered into life. Sensor readouts filled the empty void with icons representing distant ships. "What are we looking at?" Irys called.

"Starchaser is off to starboard ma'am, we've got a Sith fleet between us and him. We've got a lot of confederate swarm fighters between us and the enemy," explained one of her officers.

"Very well, good job we brought the Dirk classes. Tell the LBY to hold off to port with the scythe class cruisers, ready to move in close on anyone we take head on. I want the picket frigates forming up a screen with the interceptors in case those errant droids start pumping ordnance and bombers our way. Get us patched into the coalition battle network, and start giving me sensor reports!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"Fighters launching!"

Irys started to survey the field. She hadn't brough a great amount of long range weaponry to the field. Instead she had a mobile fleet of cruisers and destroyers that were exceptional up close and personal, as well as some picket frigates that could devastate enemy fighters.



Fleet
3 Tambor http://starwarsrp.ne...star-destroyer/
2 Scythe http://starwarsrp.ne...iser/<br /> • 2
2 Dirk http://starwarsrp.ne...gate/<br /> • 1
1 Ventress http://starwarsrp.ne...ser/<br /> • 12
12 Tikkes-class gunboats http://starwarsrp.ne...-assault-craft/
108 TIE Rapiers http://starwarsrp.ne...169-tie-rapier/
108 TIE Vipers http://starwarsrp.ne...9618-tie-viper/
36 TIE Exalt elite fighters http://starwarsrp.ne...ss-starfighter/
72 TIE Havoc Bombers http://starwarsrp.ne...e-havoc-series/
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Orders:
Formation 1 / 16.01 / Forming up.
ANS Bruiser, Tambor, 1050/1050 Speed 7
24 Rapiers
12 TIE Exact
24 TIE Havoc
ANS Devastation, Tambor , 1050/1050 Speed 7
24 Rapiers
12 TIE Exact
24 TIE Havoc
Formation 2 / 18.01 / Forming up.
ANS Look Behind You, Tambor, 1050/1050 Speed 7
24 Rapiers
12 TIE Exact
24 TIE Havoc
ANS Symphony of Laser, Scythe, 500/613 Speed 6
24 Rapiers
ANS Sidle, Scythe, 500/613 Speed 6
12 Rapiers
Formation 3 / 18.01 > 18.02 / Creating Screen
ANS Peace Wagon, Dirk, 205/205, Speed 7(new)
ANS Trickshot, Ventress, 100/100, Speed 5(4)
54 TIE Vipers
Formation 4 / 16.01 > 16.02 / Creating Screen
ANS Shiny, Dirk, 205/205, Speed 7(new)
54 TIE Vipers


On map
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Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command
Sudden surges of cronau radiation lit up the various displays in CIC, followed moments later by reports from those who were tasked with analysis. Several more groups of ships had arrived, most of which were quickly identified as allies. Primeval, CIS remnants or whatever they called themselves, and another Sith fleet. One group, on the other side of the droid armada appeared to be Mandalorian, and assuming the data was correct, was mostly fast-movers and escorts. Small ship tactics, eh? There was a certain Captain who was fond of those.

But the interesting part of the fight would have to wait until the chaff separating the two forces were dealt with. Some movement had begun on that front already too, though. One of the enemy fleets, now identified as Republic Ships, had engaged the droids from long range, drawing their attention. Long range batteries were not a capability the Republic had much of several years ago, and the lead ships of the fleet were all new designs. They had certainly been industrious since the fall of Coruscant, but whoever was commanding was clearly a novice.

Cyrus was no expert in droid technology, but it seemed clear from the reaction that they were in a defensive state, awaiting a reactivation code perhaps? At any rate their programming so far seemed to show that they responded to hostile acts but did not initiate. It was an easy conclusion to make, and likely everyone else on teh battlefield would be figuring it out about now, but it changed the dynamic of the battlefield, and he meant to use that.

"Inform all Sith vessels to keep their distance from the droid ships and do not engage except in self-defense. Pass the message on to our allies as well."

How to proceed next was an interesting question. The right flank was open, but Cyrus didn't want to try pit the slow and long-range oriented Dark Blade and Wryylok's against a fleet of up-gunned corvettes. His fleet composition was less than ideal, the inevitable result of having to grab whatever you have on hand for a mission with little to no planning. It would do for now though, and hopefully the allied forces could make up for any deficiencies, assuming they had competent commanders.

How he hated having to rely on people he didn't know or trust. Was that why great commanders in history so often ended up trying to forge their own empires? Or was ambition simply that much of a disease?

Whatever, pointless thoughts like that didn't win a fight, nor make victory any less sweet.

"All ships, form up and turn right on my mark. The Republic looks like it's having a hard time with the droids, lets make it more interesting for them. And make sure you avoid approaching the droid fleet at anything resembling an attack posture, we don't know what all their triggers are yet."


http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33867-dark-blade-class-dreadnoughts/
Dark Blade-class Star Destroyer - Contempt
13.2 -> 10.03
1050 / 1050
No Hanger

Wryylok-class Star Destroyer - Thunderer
13.2 -> 10.03
1300 / 1300
72 Strike Craft

Wryylok-class Star Destroyer - Warspite
13.2 -> 10.03
1300 / 1300
72 Strike Craft

Maladi-class Strike Frigate - Tenebris
13.2 -> 10.03
460 / 460
24 Strike Craft

Boneshatter-class Assault Frigate - Wrack
13.2 -> 10.03
380 / 380
8 Strike Craft

Boneshatter-class Assault Frigate - Ruin
13.2 -> 10.03
380 / 380
8 Strike Craft
 
Location: Spear of Halromalenth
Objective: Secure the Base (rek the pubs and friends)
Allies: [member="Irys Arist'lar"] | [member="Hans Vaiden"] | [member="Marek Starchaser"] | [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] |
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] | [member="Naast'ika Laaran"] | [member="Ayden Cater"]

From the hyperspace fell another fleet of ships of the Primeval warband with orders straight from the Host Lord herself. The Spear of Halromalenth headed the fall. The paragon of Primeval power standing as a monolith for only a mere fraction of a second before the rest of the Vanguard Fleet poured in just port of Executor Alet's own fleet. As per the orders given he had only taken a list of the most offense-oriented ships in the Vanguard.

"All ships awaiting orders, sir."

The aged Grand Executor took a deep breath before speaking.

"All ships forward, captains, arm all weapons and prepare all fighters." The same general orders that he gave before the start of every battle. Generally it was a good idea to do this before anything else, even the most novice of officers understood this. "Follow Alet's example that he has layed out for us. Loose formations. If and when the enemy manages to take out communications I want us all to form into a rootcap formation and protect this ship in a standard loose rootcap."

"Sir! It seems that the droids have already engaged an unidentified source, what should we do?"

"Assume hostilities. This warband was organized long before now, any vagrant ships shall be marked as hostiles and destroyed as soon as they come into range. Ensure that this message is sent to Executor Alet."

-Prepping weapons and fighters for action
-Sending message to Alet
-Fleet moving from 9.01-> 9.02

Aj'Rou Dreadnought- Spear of Halromalenth (Designated flagship)
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
1600/1600

Maladi Strike Frigate- Dune
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
460/460

Maladi Strike Frigate- Ughad
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
460/460

Maladi Strike Frigate- Escorial
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
460/460

Boar Assault Cruiser- Nomad
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
615/615

Boar Assault Cruiser- Raider
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
615/615

Mendacity Corvette- Enterprise
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
200/200

Mendacity Corvette- Sword of Sargon
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
200/200

Mendacity Corvette- Penumbra
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
200/200

Mendacity Corvette- Scout
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
200/200

Bastion Gunboat- Void's Embrace
Action: Advancing. 09.01 > 09.02
Stance: Battlestations.
Morale: Very High
154/154

[member="Valiens Nantaris"]
 
Droids: [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Enemies:
One Sith Fleets [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Kadri Ughad"],
One Sith Ship [member="Hans Vaiden"],
Primeval Fleets [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Darth Arcanix"],
ACA Fleets [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Irys Arist'lar"]

Allies:
Republic Fleets [member="Gir Quee"],
OP Fleets [member="Ayden Cater"] (?),



Alarms flared on Naast'ika's bridge as more and more fleets burst forth into reality from the otherworldly dimension known as hyperspace. "More ships entering local space." Sirra Demona called out. "No kark." Responded Commander Talia Kain.

"Lieutenant Commander Armada, can you identify their IFF tags?" Captain Tupu asked as he turned from the forward holodisplay to face the woman.

Already looking over the shoulder of Ensign Sirra Demona, Shia Armada answered the captain. "Two of the new fleets are broadcasting Primeval IFF codes." She said as she ran her finger along a computer screen. "One of the new fleets and what appears to be an individual ship are broadcasting One Sith IFF codes... But two of the new fleets appear to be broadcasting ACA codes." She said with a puzzled tone to her voice.

"Are the ACA ships moving to engage the Sith Fleets?" Captain Tupu asked.

"It doesn't look like it." Responded Lieutenant Commander Armada.

"I was not aware that the ACA and Sith were allies." Captain Tupu said as he returned his gaze to the forward holoprojector.

"Our intelligence know that the ACA and One Sith were in diplomatic talks." Shia Armada said. "But we were not aware that they had reached an agreement."

"Agreement or not," Captain Tupu said. "It is one thing to work together. It's another entirely to risk war with the Mandalorian Clans. Order all ships to switch to Mandalorian Navy IFF codes."

"But we're not Mandalorian Navy." Said Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Taylor as he looked up from his station.

"And Mr. Larraq will just have to pay the fine. Now give the order." Captain Tupu said as he shot a glare in the Security Officer's direction. "And let's see if the ACA commanders have the balls to open fire."






One by one, the Mandalorian ships and fighters of Battlegroup One began broadcasting the IFF codes of the Mandalorian Navy. Quickly following their example, the ships of Battlegroup Two also began broadcasting Mandalorian Navy IFF codes.

"Bring Interdiction Online." Fleet Commander Fett ordered. "I want blanket coverage of the area between the friendly and hostile fleets." Moments later, the Gravity Well Projectors from four Krayt-class Light Cruisers activated and covered the droid fleet and station with artificial mass, making jumps to hyperspace impossible and forcing any further approaching hostile fleets to exit hyperspace on the far side of the target station.

"I want a slow advance." Fleet Commander Fett said, issuing the order to Battlegroup Two. "Do not engage the droid fleet unless fired upon." He added as he glanced at the reaction the Republic Fleet had received. "Hopefully we'll be able to let the Sith draw their attention."








Back on the Naast'ika Laaran, Captain Tupu had also noticed the reaction of the droid ships. "Have all ships adjust 45-degrees to port." He said. "Hopefully, any missed shots directed at us will hit the droid ships... If we're lucky, we might be able to trick the droids into providing covering fire."

"Aye Captain, relaying orders." Responder Saris Lassiter as his hands worked the controls of his station.



As for Naast'ika himself, the Mesen'Loras beeped his unease to those on the bridge. Space was getting awfully crowded on this side of the station, and he had a feeling what came next would do far more than simply sting.





Mandal Hypernautics Fleet
Battlegroup One (19.16 > 19.11 > 16.09)
Squadron Four
Squadron Three
Squadron Two
Squadron One
Battlegroup Two
Squadron One (10.19 > 10.16)
Squadron Two (09.18 > 09.16)
Squadron Three (11.18 > 11.16)

Launch Craft (19.17 > 19.11 > 17.10)

Notes:

Broadcasting Mandalorian Navy IFF codes to bluff the ACA.

All Haran'uliik Frigates and Nebula Corvettes are equipped with MH-PU04 Overdrive Engines, and MH-PU07 Maneuvering Thrusters.
 
On the bridge of the Oceanus...

Well, that certainly got their attention. He watched the droid fleet curiously. In the Republic's simulations, he always found droids a difficult foe to fully understand. To be sure, some of it was probably the intrinsic differences between an organic and artificial making decisions about matters of life and death. Many droid commander probably wouldn't have the same complications of sending his units on suicide runs, whereas an organic commander likely would have reservations about doing the same. But there was also the matter of the scale of the droid's intelligence, which always seemed to vary far greater than any organic commander's in Gir's experience.

With the exceptions of species like Columi or exceptional commanders like Thrawn, most organic commanders were seemingly on the same base level of intelligence. But such was not the case with droid commanders; their intelligence limits seemed to expand in both stupidity and brilliance. Some ancient CIS units, notably leader versions of the B1 battle droids lacked the intelligence and creativity of the most inept organic commander. While others, such as the more advanced T-series could theoretically surpass organic performance given enough time and experience. Hopefully he'd be able to get a better grasp of the droid commander's personality and quirks as the battle went on.

And now I have to think and think one step ahead...He briefly pondered several routes to take before opting to take a more conservative option to see how the opposing droid commander would react to a more defensive stance.

"Bring the fleet hard to starboard," ordered General Quee, as the space between the droid starships and the Republic fleet lit up with deadly light, "concentrate all fire on the Munificent and prepare to shift fire to oncoming cruiser once that threat is eliminated."

The vessels of the Republic fleet began to swing about on their y-axis, presenting their broadsides to the oncoming droid warships, and pointing their bows towards their Mandalorian and Protectorate allies. It seemed that both commanders currently in the fight had opted to target the larger vessels present. Even as thunderous fire rippled out of the Republic fleet towards the Munificent, both droid vessels were focusing their fire on the Oceanus. Yet the general was not concerned yet; his assault light star destroyer likely had far better protection than the munificient from its larger size and newer technology. He noticed on his screen that the Oceanus's chief gunnery officer had the forethought to designate the big guns on the munificent as primary targets for the Carwennan-class missiles carried by some of the Republic ships present. Defang it with precision munitions, and it'll be less of a threat to us...But even as the massive ships traded blows with each other, something smaller caught his eyes.

A cloud of small red dots coalesced on his tactical screen as Republic sensors became aware of the newly launched droid starfighter. He rapidly began to type in orders of his own to the flight controllers of the fleet to counter the oncoming threat. Onboard the Acaste and Aethra, Narra-class Interceptors jetted out of their hangar bays to join Seeker and Avenger squadrons in forming up behind the larger Republic vessels.

It was a bit of an unconventional tactic to form an interceptor screen behind the ships they were going to protect, but the general wanted to break up the droid fighter's formation with defensive fire from his capital ships before a dogfight ensued. He reasoned that when the droids were broken up in smaller groups, they'd be more manageable for his pilots to deal with. It wouldn't hurt that several of the oncoming droid attackers would likely be destroyed by the flak guns, quad laser cannons, autoblasters, and other point defense systems scattered across his fleet. He glanced at the icons of the rest of his fighter groups, all of his standard superiority starfighters and his bombers. All of them still showed that they were still embarked on their carrier vessels, waiting to launch. Hurry up and wait as they say at the academy, but don't worry, your turn will come...

Summary of Actions
-Republic fleet orients itself to present broadsides to oncoming fleet, bows of vessel now point to the "right" on the map
-All available capital guns of fleet brought to bear down on Munificient-class Heavy Cruiser Munificent 1 at 06.12
-All available defensive guns tracking to engage incoming droid strike craft
-All Republic interceptors launched and waiting to engage oncoming droid strike craft after the droid strike craft pass through gauntlet of defensive capital ship fire

Fleet Movements
1 Steadfast-class Star Cruiser Oceanus - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
1034 / 1100
-24 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships
-12 D25 Dropships
-4 LLS-10 Heavy Dropships


1 Steadfast-class Star Cruiser Tythis - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
1100 / 1100
-24 LLS-4 Devastator-class Assault Gunships
-12 D25 Dropships
-4 LLS-10 Heavy Dropships


1 Arendal-class Heavy Cruiser Triton - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
800 / 800
-36 LLS-8 Monsoon-class Starfighters
-4 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships
-8 D25 Dropships
-4 LLS-10 Heavy Dropships


1 Redoubt-class Assault Cruiser Cetus - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
600 / 600
-52 Narra-class Interceptors with starfighter upgrade package


1 Stormfire-class Assault Frigate: Phlegethon - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
320 / 320
-8 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships
-4 D25 Dropships
-2 LLS-10 Heavy Dropships


1 Metellos-class carrier Frigate: Acaste - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
350 / 350
-36 Scurrg H6 bombers
-4 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships


1 Metellos-class carrier Frigate: Aethra - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
350 / 350
-36 Freefall-class bombers
-4 BT-12 Thunderstrike Gunships


1 Armorer-class Corvettes: Metis - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
170 / 170
-4 LLS-5 Concorde-class Shuttles


1 Armorer-class Corvettes: Tyche - 05.16 (turning in place to present broadsides to oncoming droid warships)
170 / 170
-4 LLS-5 Concorde-class Shuttles


Interceptor Fighter Group: 04.16 (forming up behind Republic Fleet to counter-attack possible starfighter assault on Republic fleet)
12 Kalidor-class Scout Fighters
12 LLS-3 Dodonna-class Interceptors
56 Narra-class Interceptors
 

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