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Amelia von Sorenn
Renn Vizsla
Laphisto studied the holotable with precise focus, his heterochromatic eyes moving steadily as he pulled the projection wider and layered additional data across it. Shield harmonics, weapons arcs, and fire density overlapped into a complex lattice of light. The Lilaste Order's Shield System was built for this kind of engagement. Saturating fire dispersed across overlapping shields allowed energy to bleed, recycle, and stabilize faster than most fleets could meaningfully exploit. Under sustained, focused fire, however, even the best systems had limits.
The shields did not fail outright, but they did not have time to fully recover when pressed hard enough. That weakness was subtle, but it existed, and Laphisto saw it reflected in the shifting readouts as
Renn Vizsla
's fleet began concentrating fire on a single heavy cruiser rather than spreading their efforts.
A low rumble escaped his chest. "
Almost as if they are learning that brute force does not work against us," He shook his head with a faint chuckle, fingers already moving as he tagged the support elements of Renn's formation. Icons flared and reclassified as priority targets, their relative positions suddenly obvious once stripped of the Mandalorians' aggressive posturing.
"
Tell the stations to continue stripping their corvettes and cruisers, Maintain focused fire. Once a target is neutralized, roll immediately to the next." The holotable updated as firing solutions propagated across the network of orbital defenses. "
Show them what happens when boldness replaces discipline,
They chose to drop into the center of several hundred defensive stations. Let them learn what that decision costs." The projection flickered as another Mandalorian vessel faltered under converging fire.
Laphisto pulled up the status feed for the
Advent Star, watching as its shield integrity dropped faster than the recharge cycle could compensate. The numbers did not alarm him. He trusted the ship's hull composition to endure punishment far longer than most vessels of its class. Still, faith did not replace doctrine. He issued the order without hesitation.
Once the shields collapsed, the captain was to bank away from the line and withdraw under cover. Another vessel would rotate forward to take its place. The formation had been designed for this exact scenario, a constant exchange of pressure rather than sacrifice. When the
Advent Star's shields finally failed, two nearby cruisers moved immediately, sliding into position and extending overlapping coverage as the damaged ship peeled away from the engagement.
The transition was clean. Controlled. Exactly as planned. What followed was not. Despite thousands of incoming missiles being intercepted before they could reach hull or shield, a significant number were being funneled into the ship's gun trench. Disarmed but intact, they accumulated within the trench's recesses, a hazard noted but not yet catastrophic. Then a Mandalorian vessel landed a single, fortunate shot.
The bolt struck a dense cluster of unexploded ordnance. The resulting chain reaction tore through the trench in an instant. Every missile detonated simultaneously, the combined blast ripping outward and sending a violent shockwave through the surrounding formation. The
Advent Star was not destroyed outright, but the damage was severe. A massive breach opened along the right side of the trench, armor plating sheared away as internal systems failed in rapid succession.
Status reports flooded in as the cruiser lost power and began to drift, its trajectory slowly carrying it away from the main fleet. Automatic safety protocols engaged, venting live ammunition to prevent secondary explosions. Unspent shells and missile casings were expelled into open space, tumbling end over end as the crippled ship went dark. As the Mandalorian fleet attempted to exploit the chaos, hurling debris and wreckage toward the drifting vessel, Lilaste Order ships responded instantly. Defensive fire stitched through the void, obliterating anything that ventured too close before it could become another weapon.
A low snarl slipped from Laphisto as he keyed a shipwide broadcast, routing it across every active command channel in the fleet.
"Be advised, Unexploded warheads are accumulating in your gun trenches. Maneuver your ships to shake them free. Clear the trenches before they can cluster." His eyes remained fixed on the holotable as targeting icons continued to flicker and die. "
Ensure your gunners are spacing their shots," he continued. "Avoid oversaturation in confined firing lanes. Be careful out there, captains."
The channel closed, and the bridge returned to its steady rhythm of reports and controlled chaos. Laphisto exhaled slowly, then shook his head as he turned toward
Edwards
"
My apologies But to answer your earlier question." He gestured down the length of the walkway, where personnel stood stationed at evenly spaced control nodes, their focus locked forward as data streamed across their displays.
"
Each turret is controlled by a single gunner, Each operates from a station like the ones you see around us. No automation beyond stabilization and targeting assistance. Every shot you are seeing is a conscious decision made by an individual." His gaze returned to the battlescape, the vast lattice of ships and fire filling the projection. Then he looked back to Edwards. "
Tell me, You are a military man. From your people's perspective, what is your assessment of this battle so far."
Lilaste Order starfighters surged forward to meet Renn's incoming squadrons, not in a blunt interception but in a deliberate, drawing motion. They harried the Mandalorian pilots just enough to provoke pursuit, then peeled away, stretching the engagement into narrow vectors that favored discipline over aggression. At the moment the chase committed, the trap revealed itself.
Lilaste fighters cut their directional control mid run, allowing momentum to carry them forward while the
LO-RIDS systems rotated the craft cleanly along their axis. In a heartbeat, hunted became hunter. The drifting fighters snapped around and opened fire into the Mandalorian ships still accelerating in pursuit, their pilots suddenly faced with targets that refused to behave as expected.
Chasing became lethal. Mandalorian fighters that attempted to compensate by launching missiles found no relief. Point defense lasers mounted directly to Lilaste starfighters flared to life, stitching precise fire across incoming warheads and destroying them before they could close the distance. Missile locks broke apart mid flight, leaving Mandalorian pilots forced back onto guns alone.
The Lilaste Order pressed the advantage but never overextended. Their starfighters continued to pursue Mandalorian craft where opportunities presented themselves, but they refused to drift too far from the protective envelope of the picket ships. Within that zone, overlapping AAA fire created a deadly lattice, ensuring that any enemy pilot who chased too aggressively found themselves exposed to far more than a single opponent.
The pattern repeated across the battlespace. Momentum was weaponized. Discipline was rewarded. And every Mandalorian pilot who mistook pursuit for dominance paid for the assumption.
Scanning the holomap, Laphisto watched as
Ali Kare
's fleet dropped from hyperspace, their arrival vectors resolving into the broader battlespace with practiced precision. New icons flared to life across the projection, reinforcing the defensive lattice already holding the line. A bridge officer looked up from their console. "
Sir, we are reading
Diarch Rellik
's flagship exiting hyperspace, Multiple support vessels are dropping alongside it."
Laphisto's attention snapped to the new signatures. He stepped forward and reached out, fingers closing around the holographic projection of the flagship as if he could physically seize it. With a sharp motion, he linked directly into the vessel's command channel.
"
To the captain of Diarch Rellik's flagship, as chief military commander, I am assuming operational control of your ship and attached forces. Proceed to my marked coordinates and bring your guns to bear on the rear of the Mandalorian fleet." The channel closed as the orders were acknowledged.
Laphisto returned his focus to the holomap. A single patrol fleet emerged alongside the Rellik class Star Destroyer, its formation tightening as it completed translation. With a brief gesture, he bound the patrol fleet into the flagship's command network, integrating targeting data and fire coordination in one seamless motion.
He checked the status of the remaining reinforcements. Several fleets were still inbound, their arrival windows hovering between ten and twenty minutes out. Too far to decide the opening exchange, but close enough to matter if the line held.
"
Hail Ali on an open channel, Route it through the Trojan, same configuration as before. If the Mandalorians so much as listen in, I want that virus delivered." A low rumble sounded in Laphisto's chest as he spoke the message to within the battle space "
Focus fire on support ships and starfighters," With another motion of his hand, he looped the Message
Studying the battlespace, Laphisto allowed his attention to drift briefly toward the fleet under
Amelia von Sorenn
, keeping their movements firmly within his peripheral awareness. Their positioning stood apart from the main engagement, cautious and deliberate. From what he could gather, they were probing for a path that did not require directly breaching the station defense network.
It was not a foolish idea. In open space, however, such an approach offered little room to maneuver. The defensive lattice was too dense, the overlapping fields of fire too well coordinated to slip through without consequence. An attempt to dive into the planet's atmosphere would fare no better.
The LO-HV-MD cannons guarding orbital approach lanes would tear into their hulls methodically, - that is if they havent already drew to close to the planet already in which case the planetary guns would already begin firing on them. - stripping armor and structure long before escape became an option.
Even if they somehow survived that descent, reemerging into orbit would only worsen their position. They would find themselves trapped between the planetary mass drivers and the Forgepoint stations, hemmed in further by the Tro'khil stations and hundreds of orbital defense platforms already keyed for rapid retargeting. There was no clean vector through that kind of firepower, only varying degrees of loss.
Laphisto narrowed his eyes slightly as he tracked their course corrections. He could not yet tell what that fleet intended to do, whether they were waiting, feinting, or searching for an opportunity that did not exist. Still, uncertainty did not warrant neglect. He kept their markers highlighted, updating threat projections in the background as the wider battle raged on. Whatever they were planning, he intended to see it coming.
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Fleet Compositon
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Laphistos main fleet
1 Tracyn [Lilaste order Flag ship]
3 Edaar Class star destroyer MKII
2 Vel'garoth Class Star Destroyer
29 Air'mar Heavy Cruiser MKII
100 Kor'ask Class Corvette
Reinforcement fleet.
1 Rellik Class Star Destroyer
1 Vel'garoth Class Star Destroyer
2 Dran'voth Cruiser
6 Mar'zor Frigate
12 Kor'ask Class Corvette
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Star fighter Composition
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49 Basilisk G-10 StarFighter [589 Total]
22 Pegasus D-5 Bomber [264 Total]
Rienforcement Star fighters
NZ Khopek-Class SSF 21 squadrons [420 total]
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TLDR
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- a Air'mar heavy cruiser takes significant damage becoming knocked out of the battle.
- Lilaste star fighters counter Mandalorian fighters by rotating on there axis and firing backwards at chasing fighters. they also use there Point defense lasers to shoot down nearby missiles. staying close to the Kor'ask Corvettes and there AAA guns
- a Single patrol fleet emerges. joining with relliks star destroyer and linking up to pressure Renns fleet from the rear.
- laphisto contacts Ali on an open channel. with a single wordes message " target support ships and fighters."
- laphisto keeps an eye on Amelias fleet waiting for them to engage.
- the 15 Massive Mass Driver Cannons from the planet continue to target the capital class ships of Renn's fleet
Itzhal Volkihar
Tarn Ekkard
- the quick response force under the Bastion Curtains doctrines were able to arrive shortly after the battle had begun. Despite constant updates on the battlefield a bold enemy move by
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