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Welcome to the fold (Mando Dominion of Adumar: 100 post goal)

@[member="Strider Garon"]

Orion heard the old war dog's words and luaghed to himself.

"They won't know what hittem buir." He teplied as he entered the hanger.

Ordo jogged to his fighter and hopped up into the cockpit. He Fired the engines and closed the cockpit.

"Striil Squadron out first, all squadrons begin launch 30 second intervals. Lets light these aruetise up and be done with this trash."

Ordo lifted off and guided the fighter out of the hanger followed by his elite sqaudron.

""Vode weapons free stay in formation."
 
The fleet was already in battle formation and their fighter pilots were launched to dance the tango with the best pilots the galaxy had to offer. The worry on the old man’s face could not be hidden, it would be a lie to think that things would all be fine and that this battle would be over before they started. Death would come in the numbers today and many more will be added to the list that Strider reiterated every night before going to bed.

“OPEN FIRE, PICK YOUR TARGETS AND KEEP THOSE FIGHTERS OFF US!” Strider thundered with war lust in his breath. He was battle born, though the many seasons of such violence has taken its toll he would not shy from what needed to be done. The more vicious one was at battle the quicker it was over.

“Once the Adumarian fleet is obliterated the governments planet side should all in line shortly after” For the most part, of course there would always be loyal patriots that would take the fight to the bitter end or even harass the Mandalorian rule through years of gorilla warfare and acts of terrorism. The risk one takes when they decide Military action when diplomacy fails.

Now to just bash the enemies fleet apart and hope that @[member="Ordo"] and his pilots can best the Adumarian aces.
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo's fighter tore through the black expanse between the two fleets as blossoms of laser cannons began to spring to life around the enemy fleet. Strider was opening up on the enemy fleet.

"All fighters engage!" Ordo called to the Mando pilots, many of whom he had trained.
"Just like against the sith. Stay with yoir wing men and keep moving."

Ordo waved a wing tip at his wingman and broke for tje furball that was beginning to grow.

His custom Vhe'viin fired a stream of flamming death engulfing his first target. His was going to be dar'yaim for many.
 
Strider gripped the rails before him with anticipation of the battle being portrayed before him not just through the viewports of the Ash’amur but also on the tac-com holographic display. Battle was a form of dance, scary… dangerous and down right deadly but very much beautiful in its own rights. It was up to the commanders to master the dance if one was to succeed in such a trade.

“Rotate!” Strider commanded and the orders would be relayed to the rest of the fleet to re position the frontal assault ships that had been taking the initial battering out with the ships that been sitting in reserve in the rear formation. This manoeuvre was to aid in replenishing the shields to those ships while keeping up the pressure of the attack.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

"Angle deflector shields" Ordo began "striil squadron begin attack run on near frigate.

The ships got into line and began flying in a wotan weave toward a frigate that was in the lead.

The fighters made there run using pinpoint accuracy to target the ships bridge. They dove in each one releasing a proton torpedo at the same spot on the enemies shields and overloaded a single area long enough to push the torps through. The bridge began venting atmosphere and personnel.

The strills only lost one fighter so far and returned to the furball to engage more fighters.
 
“Kandosii Strill Squadron!!!” Strider applauded at the sight of the frigate listing out of formation with reports of her being out of action.

Strider looked at the ship trying to limp away “Finish her!” Strider ordered his Myshthosaur’s Pride to focus the turrets in firing arc of the fleeing frigate, With a few volley’s the Frigate cracked open with a brilliant explosion that set the tempo for the rest of the battlefield to see. This was how the mandalorians were going to play this day, ruthless to the core.

The two navies continued to exchange bolts of fire and Strider would continue to wear the Adumarian’s naval beast down with precision fire and strategic manoeuvring of his own fleet to minimize casualties. Strider was just warming up, testing the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy and letting the fighters poke wholes into their grand formation before he committed the fleet to more brazen activities.

They needed to get control of the fighter situation before launching gunships to the ground for full invasion. Air superiority was very much the main objective here.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo and the Striils tore their way back into the fray and began picking targets. The tactic they used on the frigate wouldn't woek forever. As they move through however he picked up a hostile on his 6 o'clock.

Dipping and juking Ordo moved to shake the fighrer. While his wing man looked for an opening to clear his tail.
 
Casualties were being suffered from both sides, more on the Adumarian side. You don't go to war without planning to get your hands bloodied. The next rotation completed and Strider was back at the front of the assault, The ship vibrating from volley after volley of incoming enemy fire. Garon had full confidence that the Ash’amur could handle the beating, it was the other smaller ships that were feeling the pinch though. What was worse was that the Adumarian fighter planes were beginning to swarm the Mandalorian fleet, braving the point defense turrets to sting and wear down the bigger beasts of war.

"Order the closest squadron to take care of our pest problem before we get torn apart piece by piece" The old dog ordered is tac officers to relay the orders to the squadron leaders and update their mission status.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

The updates came through and it looked like they had work to do. Ordo jinked and juked and finally lead his tail into a crossfire and lost it. The tail turned to debris as Ordo began issuing orders.

"Fighter squadrons launch and defend our big guns get those Adumarian fighters off our ships!"

Ordo dropped in behind an apparent wing leader and opened fire. The Adumarian eeupted and joined his friend as debris.
 
The Adumarian fighter wave that tried to weasel their way into the Mandalorian’s formation was fended off by the great Ordo, a true warrior if there ever was one. It was time to pick off their capitols now and Strider knew exactly how to do so. “Concentrate fire on the carriers, label them 1 through 6. On my Mark!!!! FIRE ON 1”

The entire fleet that were in firing arc of the carrier labelled simply as ONE bared what arsenal they could upon the poor capital ship, busting her open as if she were nothing more then a decommission hollowed out target ship.

Strider’s strategy was to destroy the carries so the Adumarians fighter squadrons could not birth and re load. This would gain favor for the mando fighters in this full pitched battle that was going to be won by attrition and tactics.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

Three more fighters downed against the big mando as he tore swaths through space the Vhe'viins were just too fast for the Adumarians.

He picked up another boggie however and this one was good. Ordo looped and jinked and traded fire but to no avail he just couldn't shake the little chakkar.

"This guy is on me harder than Gil Skirata on a set on blueprints!" Ordo yelled to his squad mates

He increased speed and then broke hard. Twisting the stick with one hand while accelerating with the other the vhe'viin spun in a tight arch to face the enenmy fighter. Ordo opened fire and watched the adumarian explode.

"Keldabe kiss dikut."
 
“FIRE ON TWO!” Strider roared in excitement, the balance of war was wavering into their favour and Garon could taste victory. It took all he had to calm himself because he knew that this pivotal moment and over confidence could tip the balance into the enemies hands. Keep yourself together……slow and steady.

The second cruiser had more oomph in their shield then the last and took a few more volleys then expected, but the end results was the same. Another Carrier biting the dust creating less deck space for the Adumarian fighters.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Strider Garon"]

As the Carriers went down so did the chances that the Adumarian fighters could refuel and reload. It wouldn't be long now before the fighters started dropping.

Ordo swung his Vhe'Viin around and started taking shots at the slower enemy fighters trying to thin them out as best they could while the tide still was turning their way.

"Oya, Strider!" Ordo called over the Comm system. They would win today. The Manda was with them and the determination was of the Mandalorian pilots was strong.
 
"FIRE ON THREE!" The third target command ripped from Strider's throat, the excitement of a well placed plan actually coming together. The third carrier took even less then the first target to be destroyed. See the Adumarians were amazing pilots but they didn't have shite for Naval tactics. They should of been mirroring Strider's rotating shield formation to persevere their capitols and force more casualties upon the Mandos. Instead they were old school, trading blows for blows and trying to out endure the invading fleet.

@[member="Ordo"]
 
Davin watched the ensuing battle between the Adumairans and his fellow Mando'ade with interest. The battle was going very well since the Adumairans had lost half of their front line carriers in the fight. In fact the battle was going exceptionally well. As a matter of fact everything seemed to be going perfectly...and that worried him. One thing that his mentor taught him was that the moment things were going perfectly was the moment everything went to poodoo.

Davin took his scanners off the main battle and began scanning around. Since he had received no orders to engage in the main fight, he took it upon himself to check the flanks of the fleet. The first sensor sweep didn't show anything out of the ordinary. No hard contacts except for the ones already engaged in the main battle. The second sensor sweep again came up empty yet something was bothering Davin on an instinctive level. Something jsut felt wrong and his mentor had taught him that when something felt wrong, something WAS wrong. Davin initiated a third sensor sweep and noticed something. It wasn't a hard contact, but it was some sort of sensor diffusion. Tighten the sensor scan on that area, the anomaly looked like some sort of wavering distortion, like the shimmering heat off of the sands of Tatooine. Davin watched it for a few moments and, though he couldn't be sure, it did seem to be moving toward the Mandalorian's rear flank.

Davin opened a channel to the flagship The Mythosaur's Pride and notified them of a potential scanner contact on their rear flank closing slowly. Davin then ordered his fighters into a line formation and began moving to intercept the sensor contact in case that contact was more than it seemed.
@[member="Strider Garon"]
 
Sensor reports from @[member="Davin Starrunner"] troubled Strider Garon and glad that the Mandalorian pilot took the initiative to check it out. “Keep me appraised of the situation to our flanks!” Strider informed the sensor officers below.

“Starruner, stay safe and if its turns out more then you can chew on bug out and we will adapt to the situation”

For the Rest of the fleet Strider had them informed and aware of possible enemy contact to the rear of the naval formation. But tell confirmed Strider had to keep the fight rolling and the objective was the main fleet that was visible at the moment.


“FIRE ON FOUR!”

Another carrier was ripped to pieces. This was getting easier……….maybe way to easy.
@[member="Ordo"]
 
@[member="Davin Starrunner"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo streaked back to the carrier and lansing his ship quickly. He jumped out of the cockpit and pulled off his buy'ce.

He ran to one of his Clansmen and accepted a flask took a long pull and hopped into a different fighter while his was rearmed.

Ordo dropped into the new fighters cockpit strapped in and took off back to the battle.
 
As Davin and his fighter formation started to approach, he received the response from the Alor himself and allowed himself a small smile. as he approached the sensor anomaly, Davin figured a "probe" into the anomaly would be a good idea. Davin armed two proton torpedoes and set them to proximity detonation. He fire both torpedoes at the same time and watched their trajectories on the scanners. Davin frowned when they disappeared the instant they hit the edge of the anomaly. Af ew seconds later a few ghost echoes and sensor fluctuations occured within the anomaly...Detonations perhaps? Davin thoguht to himself and watched the scanner closely. He was prepared for a response in the form of delcoaking ships or attacking fighters.

He wasn't prepared for the response he got....

His scanners blared very alarm simultaneously as his EW package suddenly lit up with lots and lots and LOTS of red dots. His system quickly identifed the red dots as concussion missiles. Over 30 concussion missiles swarmed out of the anomaly toward his fformation. Davin slapped the commline, "EMERGENCY EVASIVE!!!" His entire formation broke and scattered as the missiles screamed toward them. Davin yelled at his R2 unit as he jinked and banked to avoid six missiles chasing him, "Launch countermeasures, pattern Alpha." His R2 unit beeped a response, dropping flares and chaff trying to decoy the missiles away. Since he didn't really have a target, Davin decided to dump his auxiliary power to his shields. A continued to bank and roll a new alarm sounded. Davin frowned again, "You have got to be kidding!" A new wave of contacts came from the sensor anomaly. This time it was a wave of heavy proton torpedoes. These weren't targeting him or his fighters. "Rapier flight, fall back to rally point bravo and drop all countermeasures! Flares, Chaff, Decoys!!! DUMP EVERYTHING!!! Scramble those torpedoes before they reach the fleet! R2, take over piloting." Without waiting for acknowledgement, Davin sent an emergency flash message to The Mythosaur's Pride...
Tactical Alert...Tactical Alert...Tactical Alert...
Incoming wave of heavy proton torpedoes from unknown sensor anomaly to your location
Attempting to spoof with all countermeasures

With the emergency flash message sent, Davin retook the controls as two of the missiles hit his rear shield, weakening it a little as he reached the rally point with his fighters, minus two that had been destroyed by the missile swarm. The remaining ships scattered off as they dumped the rest of their chaff, flares and decoys in a barrier to formation to mask the Mandalorian fleet from the incoming torpedoes' guidance systems. Davin only prayed that it was enough to help.

@[member="Strider Garon"], @[member="Ordo"]
 
The Alert came in loud and clear, heavy proton torpedoes incoming. Was enough to make any naval commanded clench their ass cheeks together. To big to maneuver so one would have to trust in their shields and the success of the ensuing fighter squadron to spoil the threat with whatever they had.

“Rear formation divert all power to flank shields” Strider commanded the capitols holding the rear formation that would take the brunt of the attack while the forward position of the formation would try and absorb as much of the enemy fleet’s continuous barrage. For the moment the Mandalorian fleet was going to dig in and brace themselves and pray that the @[member="Davin Starrunner"] flight could knock out as many of those torpedoes as they can and hopefully get a read on what fired them.

“Fire on five!” Was his next command that ended the 5th carriers life. But the continuous barrage being exchanged between the two fleets were wearing on both sides, Garon will have to change tactics soon especially with this invisible force trying to mount him from behind.

@[member="Ordo"]
 
As Davin and his remaining fighters decoyed and spoofed as many of the torpedoes as possible, Davin noticed that the sensor anomaly was still active and movign at slow speed which didn't make sense to him. Now that the enemy had been discoverd, why did they keep their cloaking system or sensor jamming system or whatever up? Davin opened a comm line to his fighters, "Rapier flight, keep targeting and knocking down those heavy torpedoes, I'm going to see what we are dealing with out." With the rest of his fighters and any others that join in the defense of the fleet, Davin activated his ECM jamming system and takes a roundabout course around teh sensor anomaly. Hoping that the sensor anomaly's jamming technique worked both ways, Davin came around until the anomaly appeared to be between him and the Manalorian fleet. Slowing his ship and reducing his power signature, Davin crept forward and penetrated the sensor anomaly's perimeter.

What he saw astounded him...

Davin made sure that his sensors were recording all of this as he looked. At the forefront of the formation was a medium sized minefield. It appeared to be made up of proximity mines and there were a few holes in the minefield, probably from the torpedoes that Davin and his starfighters fired on their initial approach. Davin also noticed that at there was a mobile missile launcher on each corner of the minefield. Seeing a couple of drone servicing thenm, it stood to reason that those were the launchers and fired out that concussion missile swarm that ambushed him and his fighters after the initial impact of his torpedoes in the minefield. Between each missile platform was a larger platform, probably the heavy torpedo launchers which were also being serviced by weapon loading drones.

Behind this mine/weapon platfrom screen was a large cluster of sensor arrays that Davin's scanners showed were sending out a jamming signal that was responsible for the diffused reading that registered on their sensors outside the bubble they created like a hunting blind one would use when hunting game in a jungle or forest environment.

Behind the cluster of sensors was what had him worried the most...

Davin's scanners picked up a large capital ship which seemed to controlling this entire set up. It read out as a heavily modified Dreadnaught cruiser. What puzzled Davin was the total lack of weapons or shields. Instead everything had been replaced with tractor beam emitters and power emitters along the hull. As Davin looekd at the entire set up, he got how this worked. The Dreadnaught was indeed the control ship for this entire set up. It used the tractor beams to control the mines and weapon platforms and it used the power emitters to power the weapon platforms and sensor jammers.
Sitting back, Davin looked at the overall tactical picture and gained a new respect for the Adumarians. This set up was brilliant. While their enemy was engaged with the Adurmarian fleet, this set up would creep up on them from the rear flank and trap the enemy fleet. Davin also noticed that this set up could be used both a defensive role and an offensive role. If the Adumarian forces gained the upper hand, the minefield would be an effective wall to keep the enemy fleet from retreating. If the Admurian fleet ended up on the losing end, as they were right now against the Mandalorian fleet, the weapon platforms would fire waves of missiles and torpedoes and if they didn't do the job, the mines could be launched at the enemy ships.

Bloody clever bastards... Davin thought to himself. Then he noticed one fatal flaw in this design. This entire set up required and unwary enemy to fall into the trap and, as the Adumarians were now learning, Mandalorians were not unwary sheep that easily fell into traps, even traps as clever as this. Everything was oriented forward, leaving the rear flank completely exposed to a surprise attack. Davin moved his ship into firing position and armed two proton torpedoes targeting the Dreadnaught's main reactor just forward of the engines. Davin knew that two torpedoes wouldn't destroy a dreadnaught even with perfect aim on an unshielded target but if he could disrupt the power network, the jammers would lose power and reveal the entire set up.

Davin looked at his astromech, "R2 get ready to send a burst transmission with all the tactical data we've collected to The Mythosaur's Pride. If this doesn't work, the fleet needs to know what they are up against. Send the transmission right after the torpedo launch." When his R2 unit beeped an acknowledgement, Davin locked the final firing solution and fired the two torpedoes. An instant later, Davin diverted power from his ECS jamming system and diverted it to his shields as he peeled away from Dreadnaught. Davin's scanners began beeping alarms as a dozen red dots began launching out from the Dreadnaught as the torpedoes hit the Dreadnught's main reactor space. Apparently the Dreadnaught wasn't as defensless as he originally thought as a squadron of starfighters finished scrambling out of the Dreadnaught and vectored in on him, firing concussion missiles and lasers at him. He angled his shields to the rear and dropped one of his Void-7 seismic charges trying to give himself a little breathing room as he put out a distress signal to all of the Mandalorians as he began evasive maneuvers.

@[member="Strider Garon"], @[member="Ordo"]
 

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