Mission Tour of Duty

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

T O U R_O F_D U T Y

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE, MID RIM

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The Perlemian Trade Route. One of the five main super hyperspace routes that ran across the galaxy vital to trade and commerce. In recent times the hyperspace route had experienced an influx in trade as war waged across the Core Worlds which would divert a lot of wealth towards the worlds along the hyperspace route such as the trading hub of Centares. However with such growth in trade and increase of wealth, nefarious actors would inevitable get attracted to the trade route which in turn would lead to an increase in piracy and smuggling from criminal elements under the direction of none other then the Black Sun in defiance of the neighboring Imperial Confederation.

As such the Imperial Navy had been deployed along the Perlemian with small task forces carrying out swift anti-piracy and anti-smuggling operations with the objective of restoring order and security across the trade route so that all trade flowing through the hyperspace route could flow uninterrupted. It was of course a lengthy process as Imperial task forces would often clash with pirate raiding parties while also having to chase smugglers across the Perlemian Trade Route, but it was necessary as if the Imperial Confederation was to expand along the Perlemian Trade Route, it would first need to ensure that it's supply lines along the hyper lane were properly secured.

This would eventually lead to today's events as the INV Titan drifted through deep space somewhere along the Perlemian escorted by a couple of frigates and corvettes as it awaited the arrival of another vessel carrying a batch of promising new pilots whom would be assembled into a new starfighter squadron which in turn would spearhead future operations against pirates and smugglers in the area. Soon enough a single Imperial cargo vessel would emerge from hyperspace soon deploying a single Gunship from one of it's hangars which quickly made it's way towards the ventral hangar of the INV Titan, marking the arrival of the pilots that would be assigned to the Titan.

Once the Gunship came to rest, it's doors would open allowing the Imperial pilots inside to step out where they would soon be greeted by one of the Imperial Confederation's best pilots, Baron Wilhelm Vonreg who wore his usual black flight suit and helmet silently observing the pilots as they exited the Gunship. "Welcome to the Titan, pilots. I'm Wilhelm Vonreg, the leader of the squadron you have been assigned too. Please follow me to the briefing room, there is much we have to discuss before we get deployed"

Tags | Van Trask | Silvia Evenol | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Bido Roz’lyn | OPEN​

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

Once the Gunship came to rest, it's doors would open allowing the Imperial pilots inside to step out where they would soon be greeted by one of the Imperial Confederation's best pilots, Baron Wilhelm Vonreg who wore his usual black flight suit and helmet silently observing the pilots as they exited the Gunship. "Welcome to the Titan, pilots. I'm Wilhelm Vonreg, the leader of the squadron you have been assigned too. Please follow me to the briefing room, there is much we have to discuss before we get deployed"

Along with her fellow new recruits, Bido hustled out of the gunship and snapped to attention in front of Wilhelm Vonreg as other prospective members of the squadron formed up to her left and right in a single rank. Being a veteran of nearly a century of military service, she had not been asked to totally retrain herself for the Confederate Starfighter corps. But she had gone over drills for parade and proceedures to extreme levels of study. As she snapped to attention, her form was clipped and practiced. Her imperial uniform was crisp and polished.

On the flight here on the gunship, she had noticed that the recruits were varied in experience. Some were fresh out of training, others were seasoned veterans. As fellow squad members formed up around her, she noticed with her Dornean peripheral vision that it was mostly the new recruits that had formed up as quickly as she did – the seasoned veterans seemed to move a little more casually.

Great. I just placed myself with all the green pilots.

She let her breath deepen as she steadied her nerves. After nearly a century of military piloting, she wasn’t used to doctrines that were as formal as the Imperial Confederation Navy. The Dornean navy consisted of veterans – very few had less than decades of experience, and formalities were less observed, given their long lifespans. Her only other experience had been with the Foundation, which had also been less formal, being a rebel force. Here, she felt like she was overcompensating.

She waited for her fellow pilots to finish forming up with her before they would all follow Wilhelm Vonreg to the briefing room. She hoped they would get moving along quickly.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE
MID RIM

The emptiness of space was suddenly shattered by the arrival of a single CR125A Corvette.

That in of itself wasn't particularly odd or unusual. After all, the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant had been conducting anti-piracy operations for hundreds of years, even during their long, self imposed exile from the galaxy. What was odd was were three ships that immediately departed from the Corvette's hangar, as all of them were Galactic Alliance designs.

An X-Wing, a U-Wing, and a V-Wing. All manufactured under the now defunct group, and all currently making a beeline for the Imperial's position. What the hell was going on? Had the Corvette been attacked and taken over by pirates, who were now looking to raid the Imperial Confederation's gathering? Had Alliance remnants hijacked the vessel, determine to get some modicum of revenge against any Imperial group that was within striking distance? Had the crew of the Corvette defected for some reason, and were they now poised to strike their former allies?

All rather worrying scenarios. Luckily, none of them applied to the ships that the Corvette had brought along with it. As the trio of starfighters got closer and closer to their objective, one of the pilots began speaking on comms, his voice familiar to most.

"This is Captain Ronhar Tane, TK-3301", Ronhar began as he started broadcasting over all frequencies. "I am accompanied by Captain Poohus and Captain Bridbar. We are requesting permission to dock. Transmitting clearance codes now, over."

With that, Ronhar's X-Wing began transmitting the necessary clearance codes to gain access to the Imperial's meeting, as did the other two ships that were flying with him. The CR125A Corvette maintained a far bit of distance between it and Ronhar's group, ready to intervene at the slightest sign of trouble. Assuming their was none, Ronhar and the other two ships under his command would dock inside the interior of the Star Destroyer. From there, he would begin to introduce himself to the other pilots, though that wasn't the primary reason for his visit.

No, the reason he had came was to drop off one of the ships, the V-Wing, into the hands of Rieva "Killshot" Alonn . Both he and the N&Z Umbrella Corporation had taken a keen interest her skills and exploits, and both were equally curious to see how she would perform given her newly modified starfighter...

TAGS:
Wilhelm Vonreg
Bido Roz’lyn
Rieva "Killshot" Alonn
Van Trask
Silvia Evenol
OPEN

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

The deck hummed beneath Killshot’s boots, the steady vibration of the Titan’s engines running at full readiness. She stood at attention along the hangar’s edge, helmet tucked neatly beneath one arm, her posture rigid and uncompromising as the incoming Gunship settled onto the landing marks.

As the repulsors powered down, she watched with the sharp, cool focus of someone who had evaluated more pilots than she cared to count. The hatch dropped open, releasing a wave of heat and exhaust, followed by the new arrivals. They stepped out in uneven order: some crisp, some already showing fatigue from the flight. Killshot tracked each one without moving her head, noting stances, discipline, and the small tells that separated the dependable from the deadweight.

Baron Wilhelm Vonreg waited for them at the front, still as a shadow in his black flight suit. His reputation preceded him, and the rookies seemed to register it instantly, their formation tightening when his voice cut through the hangar:

"Welcome to the Titan, pilots… Follow me to the briefing room."

When he turned, Killshot fell into the formation without hesitation, boots striking in perfect sync. Whether she’d be flying with these newcomers or evaluating them, she treated the moment with the same severity. Trade route defense wasn’t complex, but it demanded discipline. And that was something many pilots claimed to have, but few truly lived.

As the squadron moved toward the briefing room, Killshot allowed herself one last sidelong glance at the new recruits.

Time would reveal which were assets… and which were liabilities waiting to happen.

Tags: Wilhelm Vonreg Bido Roz’lyn Ronhar Tane Silvia Evenol Van Trask

 

[Van Trask]

Perlemian Trade Route, Mid Rim
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The gunship ride was short and quiet, Trask having chosen the darkest corner of the troop bay and instead of standing was seated curled on the floor fast asleep. The journey over on the expansive cargo cruiser had looked to be a boring one and with little desire to interact with fresh-faced academy pilots Trask had snuck into the marine's mess and spent the majority of the trip fraternizing and drinking with the enlisted troops. It had done a number on his sleep schedule.

As the troop bay doors opened white light spilled into the room, rudely awakening the pilot. Trask was the last one out of the troop bay, squinting in the bright light of the hanger, he leaned on the gunship as he tried to get his bearings. Vonreg was there to great them and Trask half-stumbled to the edge of the parade formation and offered a nod to his old comrade.

As the baron made his introductions the new squadron promptly began marching off down to the briefing room. He spoke aloud to any of the pilots near him.

"This better be an actual combat sortie and not another round of DACT against some beat-up aggressor birds." he said with a yawn.

"Or else I'm crawling into the nearest bunk and going comatose."

Wilhelm Vonreg Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Bido Roz’lyn Ronhar Tane Silvia Evenol ​

 

[Hypheer Vhyrn]

Objective: Cause havoc, protect the fleet
Location: Perlemian Trade Route, Mid Rim
Outfit: Flightsuit
Tags: Wilhelm Vonreg | Bido Roz’lyn | Ronhar Tane | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Van Trask | Silvia Evenol

Hypheer's many times rebuilt Z-95 Headhunter hovered at the front of Rocket Squadron. The past couple missions of The Void's Toll pirate group had been hampered by intervention of The Imperial Confederation's navy. This had prompted Captain "Iron Hand" to deploy his fighter squadrons ahead of the Star-Eater. This decision made Hypheer quite happy. On standard raids there was no guarantee of action. Now that the Imperials were making things interesting it would be the job of the fighters and other smaller vessels to clear a path for the fleet's main ship.

Today however, it appeared the mission. The fleet was drifting. Either there was no true intelligence, or the target was late. It was not that Hypheer didn't believe there was a goal in mind for sitting out here. But she was not good at waiting. With steady breathing the Mirialan pilot absently thumbed her controls waiting for the inevitable command to attack or fall back. Her thoughts drifted Lantillies. It was not a major port of call for "The Toll", but Hypheer maintained an apartment there and was a member of a local swoop gang. Causing chaos on the streets of Lantillies from the back of a swoop with the wind blowing through her hair was the only thing that could compete with leading Rocket Squad into combat.

"Hey Queen, how long are we going to be sitting out here?" a raspy voice came over the squad channel.

"You got somewhere to be Rez?" Hypheer snapped back in annoyance after being brought back to the boring present.

"Don't make no credits sitting in this cockpit. There is always some grift or con I could be playing…" the deadpan response came through.

Hypheer sighed. There were positives and negatives to leading a pirate squad. On the plus side she had a lot of freedom and no fear of not living up to some moral expectations. Getting pass out drunk and entertaining half a cantina before rolling back to her apartment on her swoop would not look bad on the rest of her crew. On the other hand, the crew was there for only one reason. To line their wallets. Any action that didn't lead to riches was seen as a loss.

"Fancy cargo ship comes out of hyperspace in front of us and that's our payday. If Iron Hand has us here then it is a safe bet there are credits nearby, or there will be. He's got over brands in the fire too you know." The Captain of the Star-Eater and leader of The Toll, was always deliberate. That much was true about Hypheer's statement. If they were here, it was for a reason. However, the reason might be to even some old grudge or just to make sure that the galaxy knew that the Perlemian Trade Route was not safe from The Void's Toll. "Iron Hand" was a sadist. Even if there wasn't a large profit in assaulting a passing transport, "Iron Hand" would find value. He would also pay the crew for their time in fulfilling his mission.

 

[Wilhelm Vonreg]

T O U R_O F_D U T Y

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE, MID RIM

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Vonreg took notice as all the pilot walked out of the Gunships with every single one of them being easily recognizable. Van Trask, Rieva Alonn, Bio Roz'lyn. The Baron had already been aquanted with these pilots before and had already seen firsthand the skills and capabilities of one of them on the field (Van Trask). Individually they were capable pilots whose skill was worth a squadron of regulars but together they could create the next top-tier Starfighter Squadron that might as well be the reincarnation of the notorious 181th or the 204th Fighter Wings of the First Galactic Empire.

"Don't sweat it, Trask. This will be more then a mere combat sortie." Vonreg said in response to the veteran pilot's remarks, further offering him and the other pilots a little tease about the true intention behind why they had been summoned here. That being said, once all the pilots were gathered Vonreg brought them to a nearby briefing room where an Imperial Admiral, Kaine Hamilton patiently waited for them.

"This is Admiral Hamilton." Vonreg said, introducing the pilots to the Admiral. "Throughout the course of our operation across the next few weeks our squadron will be reporting directly to him." he added. A simple formality meant to establish a clear chain of command and give the pilots a brief glimpse of the events to come.

As the pilots gathered around a holographic table within the briefing room, the Admiral began to speak. "I'm sure you are all acquainted with each other at this point, so i'll get straight to the point." he began. "As you are most likely aware by now, the Perlemian Trade Route has been subject to increased pirate raids and smuggling in defiance of the Confederation since a so-called workers uprising occurred in the Maldrood Sector a few weeks ago."

"You have been assembled here today to form the basis of a new starfighter squadron. One that will spearhead future operations to crackdown on pirate and smuggling across the Perlemian and restore order to the region once and for all." Hamilton further added. "This will be the perfect opportunity to hone your skills and create synergy amongst each other in order to increase your effectiveness in future missions."

"Now before i go over your first mission as a squadron, is there any questions?"

Tags | Van Trask | Silvia Evenol | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Bido Roz’lyn | Ronhar Tane | Hypheer Vhyrn | OPEN​

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

Rieva "Killshot" Alonn 's discipline and formality were a comfort to Bido as she, a known elite pilot, also observed the formalities of parade formation and fell in beside Bido quickly and efficiently, making her feel not so green in her enthusiasm. Clearly, Killshot was the kind to lead by example.

"This better be an actual combat sortie and not another round of DACT against some beat-up aggressor birds." he said with a yawn.

"Or else I'm crawling into the nearest bunk and going comatose."

Bido bored her eyes into the bulkhead in front of her as she cringed at the lack of discipline Van Trask was exhibiting in stark contrast to that of Rieva "Killshot" Alonn and Bido. Surely, Wilhelm Vonreg would not stand for such insolence in such an elite unit for the Confederacy. But to Bido's astonishment, Wilhelm Vonreg simply brushed it off with a casual reassurance that this would be more than a mere combat sorte. Perhaps this is one of those units where we will be encouraged to see ourselves as being "above the rules"? she thought to herself. She might have to test that theory out later. Or perhaps that would solely applied to Van Trask ?

As soon as Ronhar Tane fell into rank along with a few more recruits, they made their way to the briefing room where another man stood, waiting for them in an ornate navy uniform.

"This is Admiral Hamilton." Vonreg said, introducing the pilots to the Admiral. "Throughout the course of our operation across the next few weeks our squadron will be reporting directly to him."

Bido snapped an imperial salute at Kaine Hamilton and then joined the others around the holodisplay.

"I'm sure you are all acquainted with each other at this point, so i'll get straight to the point." he began. "As you are most likely aware by now, the Perlemian Trade Route has been subject to increased pirate raids and smuggling in defiance of the Confederation since a so-called workers uprising occurred in the Maldrood Sector a few weeks ago."

"You have been assembled here today to form the basis of a new starfighter squadron. One that will spearhead future operations to crackdown on pirate and smuggling across the Perlemian and restore order to the region once and for all." Hamilton further added. "This will be the perfect opportunity to hone your skills and create synergy amongst each other in order to increase your effectiveness in future missions."

"Now before i go over your first mission as a squadron, is there any questions?"

Bido spoke up, "Sir, what rigs will we be flying for this mission? And what can you tell us about these pirates at this time?"

Tags | Van Trask | Silvia Evenol | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Kaine Hamilton | Wilhelm Vonreg | Ronhar Tane | Hypheer Vhyrn | OPEN​

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE
MID RIM

Ronhar listened on with mild interest as Admiral Kaine Hamilton began explaining the reason that he had assembled such a fine group of pilots in one singular location. Prior to his unfortunate Rhydonium accident, Ronhar had never been one for flying, and was quite possibly one of the worst pilots in the entire Imperial Remnant, which is why he had originally been assigned to Junktrooper duty. After his accident however, all of the various cybernetics that had been surgically implanted into Ronhar had turned him into one hell of an ace pilot, as if he had been an elite flyer for years. Though the Captain often found himself fighting on the ground, he was occasionally asked to participate in missions like these, and this would be the perfect opportunity to test out some of the new prototypes that Mahporeem was developing.

Bido Roz’lyn 's query to the Admiral provided Ronhar with the perfect segway to talk about what he had brought with him.

"If I may", Ronhar stated as he stood up and walked toward the middle of the room, ready to address those assembled, "it just so happens that I've brought some of the prototype starfighters that the Imperial Remnant has been developing for the last several months with me aboard the MIN Fortune of War. I believe you were piloting the DS-47, Captain Roz'lyn? And of course for Captain Alonn, you've already seen your X-9 Raptor en route to this Star Destroyer. I would be honored if you would take them into battle against these pirate and smuggler scum. I, of course, will be piloting the Fist of Mahporeem while the Night Reaver provides logistical support as is needed. As for the rest of you assembled here today...I'm afraid you'll have to make do with whatever it was that you were going to fly previously. Of course, if you feel that you are in need of something more...unique, please be sure to let me know. The Imperial Remnant is always happy to ensure the continued success of our Confederation brothers and sisters."

Ronhar then turned to Admiral Kaine Hamilton .

"Naturally Admiral, the Fortune of War will be yours to use as you see fit for this upcoming mission. Though she is of an older design, I believe she will serve you more than adequately against any pirates or smugglers we may encounter going forward."

With that, Ronhar sat back down as he waited for the rest of his mission briefing.

TAGS:
Wilhelm Vonreg
Bido Roz’lyn
Rieva "Killshot" Alonn
Van Trask
Silvia Evenol
OPEN

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

Killshot focused on Roz'lyn as she inquired about the ships to be used as well as information on the pirate targets. The former question was answered. However the latter was not. Perhaps it wasn't information that Tane could provide. But it was crucial. Not only that, but the entire crew and squadron needed to know what the rules of engagement were.

And she was more than eager to test out the limits of her newest bird.

"Shoot to kill? Or immobilize?" With the callsign of Killshot; one didn't need to be a genius to know of which option that she preferred.

Tags: Bido Roz’lyn Wilhelm Vonreg Van Trask Silvia Evenol Ronhar Tane

 

[Van Trask]

Perlemian Trade Route, Mid Rim
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"Don't sweat it, Trask. This will be more then a mere combat sortie."

Trask let out a grin before turning to the other pilots. "The Baron knows how to treat us right."

Trask shuffled in along with the rest into the briefing room, allowing himself one final stretch before they began. As they were introduced to the Admiral Trask hung towards the back of the group, a habit when dealing with high command.

As Admiral Hamilton briefed the pilots Van let out a huff of amusement when pirates were mentioned.

"Always pirates." he said under his breath, his tone conveying neither satisfaction or disappointment. Trask had a long history with pirates.

As the briefing concluded the Dornean was the first to speak. Trask furrowed his brow as he looked at Bido, he couldn't recall ever seeing a Dornean before. It looked almost canine. He made a mental note to ask about it later.

Captain Tane's response brought his attention back to the briefing. He offered new toys to some of the pilots and had his briefing followed on by Killshot's follow up question. She brought up a good point but it was one Trask would have rather left vague. Vague rules of engagement gave him far more wiggle room.

"Hope you don't expect us to go out there and cuff these guys."

Wilhelm Vonreg Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Bido Roz’lyn Ronhar Tane Silvia Evenol ​

 

[Kaine Hamilton]

T O U R_O F_D U T Y

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE, MID RIM

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Hamilton and Vonreg listened as the pilots made their inquires about the mission one by one, asking which fighters they would be utilizing and whether lethal force was authorized for the operation. They were naturally questions that the Admiral was willing to answer although before he could provide one Ronhar Tane chimed in specifically addressing Bido's inquiry about the fighters they'd use. The Mahporieem Operative presented unique starfighters for each of the pilots in the room, specialized to their specific style of dogfighting while further presenting to Admiral Hamilton a Mahporeem produced Corvette to utilize for the upcoming operation.

The Admiral simply gave a nod of approval to Ronhar Tane's clearly seeing an opportunity to fully hone the skills and abilities of the other pilots which would come in handy when testing their cohesion on the battlefield. "Well i guess that answers your question, Lieutenant Roz'lyn." the Admiral responded. "Mahporeem is known for their quality products and this would be the perfect opportunity to test them on the battlefield given they are specifically designed to fit each pilot's combat style." the Admiral added. He then turned to Ronhar Tane who had already offered to support the squadron in battle although the Admiral had other ideas then to simply let Tane play a mere support role.

"You know Captain Tane. Why don't you join the squadron in their mission. We can always use the extra firepower and support." the Admiral added offering Tane a chance to demonstrate his piloting skills to the Admiralty live in battle. Then the Admiral turned to face Lieutenant Alonn nicknamed Killshot. "Shoot to kill with the exception of the Pirate's squadron leader. The Imperial Security Service wants them alive for interrogation so that we can gather more information on other pirate groups operating in the area." the Admiral responded.

"Any more questions?"

Tags | Van Trask | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Bido Roz’lyn | Ronhar Tane | Hypheer Vhyrn | OPEN​

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

"If I may", Ronhar stated as he stood up and walked toward the middle of the room, ready to address those assembled, "it just so happens that I've brought some of the prototype starfighters that the Imperial Remnant has been developing for the last several months with me aboard the MIN Fortune of War. I believe you were piloting the DS-47, Captain Roz'lyn? And of course for Captain Alonn, you've already seen your X-9 Raptor en route to this Star Destroyer. I would be honored if you would take them into battle against these pirate and smuggler scum. I, of course, will be piloting the Fist of Mahporeem while the Night Reaver provides logistical support as is needed. As for the rest of you assembled here today...I'm afraid you'll have to make do with whatever it was that you were going to fly previously. Of course, if you feel that you are in need of something more...unique, please be sure to let me know. The Imperial Remnant is always happy to ensure the continued success of our Confederation brothers and sisters."

"Well i guess that answers your question, Lieutenant Roz'lyn." the Admiral responded. "Mahporeem is known for their quality products and this would be the perfect opportunity to test them on the battlefield given they are specifically designed to fit each pilot's combat style."

She curtly nodded at Kaine Hamilton but her whiskers flickered annoyance at something Ronhar Tane said. She quickly squashed the notion in her mind however. She was quite fond of her new fighter, and in her mind, she considered it to be hers. For the Fortune of War to have brought it here meant someone other than her had to touch it. Of course, Ronhar Tane ‘s people had actually built the thing, so she should probably make an exception for them…

Still, she would likely be going over the whole thing with a fine-tooth comb later…

"You know Captain Tane. Why don't you join the squadron in their mission. We can always use the extra firepower and support."

To this, Bido conceded a nod. She too would like to see how well Ronhar Tane could fly…

As the briefing concluded the Dornean was the first to speak. Trask furrowed his brow as he looked at Bido, he couldn't recall ever seeing a Dornean before. It looked almost canine. He made a mental note to ask about it later.

She caught the way Van Trask was looking at her, and she furrowed her eyebrow quills. Well-honed military discipline kept her from asking him what he was looking at. But she knew the look well. Kriff me… He thinks I’m a dog, doesn’t he?

"Shoot to kill? Or immobilize?" With the callsign of Killshot; one didn't need to be a genius to know of which option that she preferred.

Bido couldn’t help but feel sadness for Rieva "Killshot" Alonn in that moment. The younger woman reminded Bido of herself just a few decades ago. Bido herself had a history of indulging in bloodlust in her early years. It had taken decades, but such brutal behaviour had eventually eaten away at her soul and turned her into a monster. A psychological break had eventually crippled her, and it took a lot for her to recover from that. To this day, irrational fears of divine retribution haunted her nightmares at night. She secretly hoped to prevent Killshot from sharing this fate.

"Hope you don't expect us to go out there and cuff these guys."

Bido grimaced a little, but responded respectfully, “the more guys we “cuff”, the more we can learn about pirate activities in the sector.” She looked at Kaine Hamilton pleading her case, “catching the leader is good, but pirate crewmates often switch employers on a regular basis. Catching a leader tells us about one pirate gang. Catching the crewmen can tell us about much more.”

She decided it was best to let the admiral digest those thoughts. Hopefully he would eventually see the tactical merits of her implied suggestions.

"Any more questions?"

“No sir!” With that, she saluted, wheeled, and marched out, eager to get to her starfighter…

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Tags Ronhar Tane Kaine Hamilton Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Van Trask Hypheer Vhyrn Silvia Evenol

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

Killshot looked to Roz'lyn as she gave her opinion on the question that she had posed. That was out of order, and normally would have gotten her to receive some disciplanary action. But Killshot was not in charge here.

And her opinions were solid. While Killshot prefered to take their enemies out of the equation, it was a smarter decision for the overall mission to disable and capture some of the ships and their crew. A lot of information from their flight logs and data recorders could be gleemed from them; if not some intelligence from the pirate crews themselves.

But that went above her paygrade and her role. Killshot was just a seasoned pilot and nothing more. Her role was to follow orders from her superiors to the letter; whatever they may be. Failure to do so was not an option.

Tags: Bido Roz’lyn Wilhelm Vonreg Ronhar Tane Kaine Hamilton Van Trask Hypheer Vhyrn Silvia Evenol

 

[Van Trask]

Perlemian Trade Route, Mid Rim​

“the more guys we “cuff”, the more we can learn about pirate activities in the sector.” She looked at Kaine Hamilton pleading her case, “catching the leader is good, but pirate crewmates often switch employers on a regular basis. Catching a leader tells us about one pirate gang. Catching the crewmen can tell us about much more.”

"Sounds like this pup just volunteered to board 'em and arrest 'em herself." Trask said with a sneer.

His tone shifted and a soft gaze turned to a glare. "No reason to make this anymore complicated than it already is, we should just gun 'em down and nab the head honcho like the boss said."

He turned his attention back to the Admiral as he concluded the briefing. Trask looked to Vonreg, the pilot guessing the Baron trusted the Admiral enough to have this new squadron placed under his command he opted to offer a formality he rarely gave out to anyone.

"No more questions. Sir." he said with a salute.

He wheeled out the briefing room and once well clear of the eyes of high command he pulled out a pack of cigarras from his belt. The sound of his lighter clicking echoed through the hallway and he took a long drag before he continued on his way to the hanger.

Wilhelm Vonreg Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Bido Roz’lyn Ronhar Tane Silvia Evenol ​

 

[Hypheer Vhyrn]

Objective: Cause havoc, protect the fleet
Location: Perlemian Trade Route, Mid Rim
Outfit: Flightsuit
Tags: Wilhelm Vonreg | Bido Roz’lyn | Ronhar Tane | Rieva "Killshot" Alonn | Van Trask | Silvia Evenol

They had been waiting for a while now. It was beginning to wear on Hypheer's patience. Patience and loyalty was all that had kept her in formation, not returning to her swoop friends and having some fun. But in order to have fun Hypheer needed credits. Flying fighter lead for Iron Hand was a way to use her love of fast powerful vehicles to do just that.

Hypheer's fingers started to twitch and she almost reached for her comm to send Rocket Squad back to…well anywhere that she might find some action. "R-X is there anything at all on the sensors that suggests we will be seeing action soon?"

Hypheer's droid warbled they were receiving coordinates from the fleet. Hypheer sighed. Iron Hand was always paranoid. Couldn't even give his commanders jump coordinates. For all the faith his crew placed in him he showed them none.

"Queen are these our action plan coming in?" Rez questioned which drew hissing from the other wings of Rocket Squad.

"Rez you are the only one that would even question that. All wings have jump coordinates plotted and ready?" Hypheer questioned receiving eight affirmative clicks in place of any voiced acknowledgements. A countdown beeped in Hypheer's ear, initiated by the Star-Eater. The whole fleet was somehow tied into the flagship. At its demand they would enter into hyperspace as a fleet. As the countdown reached its end, Hypheer braced herself against the back of her seat and was thrust into the lines of hyperspace.

The jump was short, most of them were once the fleet had assembled. When the pirate fleet emerged from hyperspace there were immediate proximity alarms. Hypheer took a look at her sensor display to see what the target was. Imperial Confederation was no surprise; the Void's Toll had been raiding Imperial vessels for months now. The compliment of Imperial ships was a bit troubling, however.

"Queen. That's a Star Destroyer out there. What are WE going to do against that?" Rez was the first to speak, as usual, and he was glass half empty as usual.

"We aren't going to be assaulting the Star Destroyer Rez. Use your head. At best we'll be running interference. More than likely we'll be keeping the Imperial fighters off the Star-Eater. Now get yourself ready for battle. Now more complaining. You wanted your score…well it's out there." Hypheer wasn't as confident as the tone she displayed on the comms. This was going to be a fight they hadn't been prepared for. For some like Rez that was better. He wouldn't have come if he knew what they were up against. For Hypheer, surprise threw her off her game.

"Void's Toll. Today will be our biggest victory," Iron Hand's voice boomed over the comms. Even if Hypheer dared to instruct her squad to private comms, the voice of the Captain would have found them anyways. "We will show these nose in the air Imps that we're not a bunch of dirty salvagers. Blade squadron will be running point along with Hawk Squadron. Head straight for the cargo ship. Star-Eater will be right behind you. All Rocket Squadron along with the Last Chance will run interference with the Star Destroyer. Once boarders are on the cargo ship Star-Eater will support you. Void-Cutter, Ghost-Runner and Ice Squadron, that leaves the other capital ships and any fighters onboard to you. Hit 'em. Now! Let's collect that toll!"

Hypheer wasn't sure if she should be proud or angry at Rocket Squad's assignment. Were they disposable? Or were they the best and only ones who could be expected to survive the mission? At this point it didn't much matter. They were here and there was no turning back. Hypheer was going to prove she was a fighter and a survivor. No matter what the Captain thought of her skills. "You heard Iron Hand. Rocket Squad form in on Queen. We're not waiting for the Last Chance. Move in fast and hard. Break off and engage any fighters that show themselves." Hypheer did exactly what she instructed her pilots to do. She made a straight strafing run towards the Star Destroyer. "R-X, let me know the moment fighters launch from the hangars."

Spoiler: Pirate Fleet

• Star-Eater – Custom Cruiser
• Void-Cutter - Marauder-class Assault Corvette
• Ghost-RunnerRaider-class Corvette
• Last ChanceLaner-class Frigate
• 4 squadrons of mixed antique starfighters

 

[Priesse Namada]

Location: Deep Space, Perlemian Trade Route - Mid Rim
Tag: Wilhelm Vonreg Bido Roz’lyn Ronhar Tane Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Van Trask Hypheer Vhyrn

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Thus far, Priesse had maintained a low profile throughout the trip to the INV Titan and the subsequent briefing. Like many of the other new recruits, she adhered strictly to Imperial military formalities, a discipline that was especially vital when standing before the legendary Baron Wilhelm Vonreg. In that, she could still hardly believe that she had been assigned to his new squadron for the live combat phase of her training. Although she had been the best raw pilot in her class at the academy by far, her other grades—leadership, technical knowledge, and strategy—had been middling at best. She had finished the didactic portion of her training several places below the top of her class and as a result, had braced herself for a mediocre posting.

And yet, by some twist of fate, she now found herself poised to fly under the Crimson Baron himself.

With the conclusion of the briefing, Priesse dropped off her bags in her assigned quarters before changing into her flight suit and making her way to the squadron’s assigned hangar bay. Her eyes swept across the cavernous space, taking in the orderly rows of TIEs on their deployment racks before settling on the Chief Technician—a dark-skinned male Human with deep brown eyes and buzz cut black hair. Padding over to him, the Seseli brought up her hand and snapped to attention upon meeting his gaze, before introducing herself.

“Cadet Priesse Namada, reporting!” She piped up. Although she knew that she would outrank him upon her graduation in just a few months time, that was no excuse for a lapse in respect.

“Cadet Namada,” the Chief Technician acknowledged, his tone almost offhand. “It is good to have you. Your starfighter is prepped. Follow me.” With that, the man turned and headed towards the aftward corner of the hangar, almost immediately adjacent to the shimmering magnetic field that separated the flight deck from the vacuum. There, nestled behind the hulking silhouette of a TIE Supremacy, a much smaller TIE came into view.

“Your assigned fighter. A TIE Sprite. Fresh from the factory, armed, and flight-ready. I’ve set up a default cockpit configuration via the programmable matter controls, but you might need to make some changes considering your...” The man paused for a moment, and glanced down at her petite frame. “...compact stature. Comm in once you are ready.”

“Thank you, sir.” Priesse gave the man a salute before he nodded and turned away. From there, Priesse glanced towards her TIE. The Sprite was a diminutive craft, resembling a dramatically scaled down version of the TIE/ln, albeit with four support struts connected to its rounded cockpit canopy.

Priesse moved toward the fighter then, reaching her hand toward the access ladder. However, just as her boot touched the first rung, a half-second shimmer of crimson light washed across the deck plates, causing her brows to shoot up her forehead. It was a warning from her chronoceptive corona.

Reality synced with her premonition a few seconds later, by which point the Seseli was clambering down into the cockpit of her TIE. A sudden alarm shattered the hangar bay’s orderly hum, its shrill klaxon washing the area in pulsing crimson light!

The enemy had arrived.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: FAE/TIE Series “Sprite” Ultralight Starfighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • FAE/SW-19 Light Linear Motor Autocannon (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • BG-D 6 “Outlaw”
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • Metallic Slug Magazine (4)
      • Battery

 

[Ronhar Tane]

CAPTAIN RONHAR TANE, TK-3301
PERLEMIAN TRADE ROUTE
MID RIM

Before Admiral Kaine Hamilton or Wilhelm Vonreg could continue with the briefing, alarms began to blare throughout the INV Titan as several signatures were detected dropping out of hyperspace. It would seem that their meeting had been interrupted by some rather daring pirates. Not wanting to waste any time jumping into the action, Ronhar immediately stood up and proceeded to run to his awaiting starship, the MIN Fist of Mahporeem. With the MIN Night Reaver flying in support, both ships proceeded to begin engaging the attacking enemy fleet. The

The MIN Fortune of War, the CR125A Corvette that had transported Ronhar's ships to the meeting, began to run a course intercepting the enemy fighter squadrons, its autocannons firing a torrent of slugthrower fire at any enemy fighters that dared to venture to close to it. Ronhar and the Night Reaver elected to engage the pirate's Marauder-class Assault Corvette, which besides the Star-Eater, presented the largest threat to the assembled capital ships.

The ship that Ronhar was flying, the Fist of Mahporeem, was a highly unusual vessel even by Mahporeem standards. Based off the frame of an N-1000 X-Wing, the ship had originally been meant to have been piloted exclusively by Jedi pilots, or at least by force sensitives. Ronhar, being neither, found piloting the Fist of Mahporeem immensely difficult, only barely able to keep up with the demands of such a powerful and impressive ship. In fact, if it weren't for his cybernetic and neural implants, he wouldn't even have been able to get the ship off the ground, let alone use it in mortal combat. Still, his implants and the installation of two ZEUS MK II droid brains aboard allowed Ronhar to just barely operate the vessel as it was intended to be flown.

With that, Ronhar began his attack run on the enemy Marauder. He fired off a salvo of HF "Mustafire" Cluster Rockets toward the enemy ship, aiming to disable its Diamond boron missile launchers. As he dodged enemy fighters, he executed a sweep directly underneath the ship before coming back around to attack it from the top, this time sending a quartet of Proton Torpedos directly at the ship's bridge. He had to be careful to avoid the Tractor beam projectors that the ship was attempting to use on him, thought its turbolaser cannons were proving rather ineffective at targeting the Fist of Mahporeem.

In fact, Ronhar was having a blast flying the ship in and out of combat and he ducked, dived and weaved all around the rather sluggish moving Marauder-class Assault Corvette. His ship's speed and agility easily allowed him to avoid the enemy fighters and his onboard stealth systems made locating his exact position quite difficult for the enemy assets. Was this what it was like to fly a ship as a Jedi? Ronhar had to wonder, but for the moment, his attention remained focused on destroying the Marauder-class Assault Corvette once and for all. The Night Reaver continued to run interference, firing its NZ LC-2A Laser cannons and L-s9.3 laser cannons at the enemy corvette with great effect.

The Marauder wouldn't last much longer with the type of punishment that it was receiving, and Ronhar was confident that it would be destroyed soon. Still, he was aiming to destroy the ship as soon as possible, as he didn't like the look of the enemy's largest ship, the Star-Eater, and was sure his allies would require some assistance, assistance that only a ship like his could provide them at the moment...

TAGS:
Wilhelm Vonreg
Bido Roz’lyn
Rieva "Killshot" Alonn
Priesse Namada
Silvia Evenol
Kaine Hamilton
Hypheer Vhyrn

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

Personal Loadout:

• Ship — DS-47
• Sidearm
• Personal energy shield
• Ear clickers

And we're off!

Bido's little DS-47 shot out of the hangar following Priesse Namada 's Sprite Starfighter. The deployment had been so rushed that she wasn't quite sure who was following and who was already out.

We'll have to work on rapid deployments in future exercises after this.

She hoped that at least Rieva "Killshot" Alonn was locked in behind her. Killshot was a reliable, solid pilot from what Bido could read. In order to regain unit cohesion, people like her would be needed to help the squadron work in concert again. For now, though, hasty action would be needed in order to prevent the pirates from gaining the initiative. They needed to hit hard, fast, and aggressive in order to shatter the charge of the pirate attackers.

Through her ear clickers, Bido "saw" Ronhar Tane 's fighter already locked in a death match with the marauder corvette, supported by his own small capital ship. She figured it wouldn't be long before he was done with his "chewtoy" before he would need to find another target. He would be fine…

She turned her focus towards the ancient lancer frigate and the swarm of fighters scattered around her hull, like suckerfish around a shark. It was heading on an intercept vector between the transports and the INV Titan. It was old, but highly capable of terrorizing even modern squadrons of fighters. Especially if it had the support of a capable fighter squadron. From what Bido could see, if the Lancer could successfully establish an interlocking fighter screen with the squadron it had been assigned, it could easily screen any bombers or troopships that the Titan could deploy to relieve the transports. Neutralizing a Lancer that was supported by an interlocking squadron was the kind of thing that only an elite squadron could accomplish.

And Titan Squadron was nothing else, if not elite…

Her impulse was to lock on to as many enemy fighters surrounding the frigate with her Bug Spray missiles to shake up their formation. Such a move would be unlikely enough to destroy the enemy fighters, but the missiles could be troublesome enough to disrupt the enemy's cohesion.

But she would not act without orders.

She keyed her comms and addressed Wilhelm Vonreg , "Titan Lead, this is Titan nine! Requesting permission to intercept the lancer's escorts with a spread of missiles?"

Wilhelm Vonreg Rieva "Killshot" Alonn Ronhar Tane Priesse Namada Hypheer Vhyrn Kaine Hamilton Silvia Evenol

 

[Rieva "Killshot" Alonn]

The cockpit canopy sealed with a soft thunk, and Killshot let out a slow, controlled breath.

Her newly acquired Raptor V-Wing settled around her like a second skin; systems alive, responsive anf predatory. Power readings flowed clean across her screen as she ran one final passive check: shields steady, twin laser cannons synced, missile racks green but disciplinedly cold. She brought the fighter forward on minimal thrust, easing into her assigned position within the formation as if the maneuver had been practiced a hundred times already.

Across the squadron channel, Bido’s voice cut in seeking permission to engage. Killshot kept her channel open but her silence deliberate, eyes locked forward as the freighter’s escort wing glimmered faintly against the star-speckled void. Too far to engage. Too close to ignore. The worst kind of waiting.

Killshot nudged her Raptor tighter into formation, aligning her vector perfectly with the wing’s lead. The interceptor responded instantly, flight surfaces adjusting with a smooth precision that made the older V-Wing designs feel clumsy by comparison. She let the engine idle sing beneath her; steady and patient like a hunter held on a leash. She brought up the squadron status panel and toggled her readiness flag; a clean, unmistakable signal transmitted to command.

KILLSHOT — GREEN. READY TO ENGAGE.

No commentary. No bravado. Just confirmation. She rested her thumb near the weapons selector, eyes tracing predicted engagement arcs that hadn’t yet turned red. Around her, the formation held. Ahead, the pirate escorts continued their lazy screen, unaware of how close they were to becoming targets.

Killshot waited. The moment clearance came through, she’d already be moving.

Tags: Bido Roz’lyn Wilhelm Vonreg Ronhar Tane Priesse Namada Hypheer Vhyrn Kaine Hamilton Silvia Evenol