Nyles Kote
Strill Securities Me'sene Tra'alor'an
Friendly Units:
NF-01 Nano-flares loaded in countermeasure launchers fleet-wide.
- HC-01 Tra'phatir-class Heavy Cruiser Kad Ha'rangir b' Phatir (flagship) 100 | 100
- HF-02 Cabur-class Heavy Frigate Cabur b' Beskad 100 | 100
- HF-02 Cabur-class Heavy Frigate Chaab b' Kotir 100 | 100
- HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Kyramud b' Kal 100 | 100
- HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Chek 100 | 100
- HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Kyramudyc 100 | 100
- HC-03M Kyramud-class Heavy Multi-role Corvette Tal'murey'lin 100 | 100
Ally Tag(s):
Tibera Jessen
Enemy Tag(s): Rixa | Mercy | Lysander von Ascania | Naniti
- Equipment
Corporate Federation - Strill Securities
Tapani Sector, Convoy Escort
"Alor'ad, one of the convoy has broken formation. Outbound vector indicates they're attempting to get to jump distance," reported Baltan Kyrr's operations officer. Nyles could see a holographic representation of the vessel burning hard for the edge of the gravity well. That ship was much smaller and at its current vector would break free of their defensive posture before any of their ships could vector to protect them.
"That's their decision, let them live with the consequences," he said. No sooner than the words had left his buy'ce's speakers did the display show the overzealous pirate they'd engaged move to intercept. Baltan turned to him though Nyles pre-empted him by adding, "Not worth it." Baltan's acknowledgement signal flashed in the corner of Nyles' HUD in response.
"Tra'alor'an, incoming message from the surface. Friendly," came the announcement of the comms officer. Surface? Friendly? They were spread thin in orbit, their surface pressence was virtually non-existent. Nyles was no grunt, but he'd presided over enough surface operations to know that this was either bad news or worse news, that much he was sure of.
"This is Sergeant Jessen, calling in to AdmiralNyles Kote . I request a hot drop of droids on my current position. Have a pickup ready shortly after the drop! I have a score to settle with a sniper..
Hot drop. So things predictably were going to haran in a handbasket, or however that aruetii phrase went. "Can we spare any droids?" he asked, speaking about the ship's complement of ID-01 'Gar Verd' Infantry Droids used for everything from ground side objectives, to shipboard security and boarding assaults. On the Morut, he was fully aware of his shipboard naval infantry's offensive and defensive posture, this however, wasn't his ship.
"If we're boarded..." started Baltan before correctly interpreting his seemingly unamused blank buy'ce expression. "A platoon, alor." There was a fraction of a second's pause before Baltan likley made the connection, "Two Vuhyr'galaar Gunships."
That was half their complement of gunships, but they had their escorts gunships' troop conveying capabilities to fall back on worse come to worst. Jate, Baltan was proving his ability to adapt to changing situations. If nothing else, this impromptu inspection of the latest naval officer batch and their capabilities on the job was proving to be fruitful. "Comms, patch me through," said Nyles, taking a breath. The green 'connection established' alert appeared in the corner of his HUD a moment later, "Sergeant Jessen, this is Fleet Admiral Kote, standby, support is on the way."
Nyles could see the holographic representation of the two gunships leaving the Kad Ha'rangir b' Phatir's hangar, burning with all speed for the planet. "Oya manda, vode," he whispered after them to himself. He returned his attention to the convoy itself, after all, they still had a trap to spring, and unfortunately for whoever going to attempt this, their main guns were now charged. He almost felt bad. Almost.
