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"

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[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...

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