Wraiths At Rendili (Open to Republic Wraith Squadron members)

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Evad"] [member="Niamh Raste"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Valara Tiall"] [member="Harkin Kane"] [member="Aaralyn Rekali"] [member="Bottlecap"] [member="Gar'Hal Velasura"] [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

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It was quiet in the space over Rendili, and yet around that space above the planet's active shipyards was a
buzz of movement. All around the shipyards and further out within the range of the world there were ships bustling back and forth. Something actually not uncommon around the world whose shipbuilding facilities were among the most renown in the galaxy. A world who's docks contained one of the famed founding shipwrights, and who held a noted history as an original member of the first galactic Republic, was quite busy most days as tourists and clientele swarmed the planet to purchase a vessel or put their ship to port on this world in the core.

However, it wasn't the bustle of civilian ships for business or travel that was odd. No instead it was the ships of Rendili's Home Defense Fleet moving about, all of them active for some reason, that was out of the ordinary. Yet they caused no alarm, nor did they seem in position for an attack on the world itself. There was a good reason for that, and that was because despite being a border world for the Republic in the current day and age, the other galactic power they bordered was currently at peace with the Republic. The real reason for the mustered Defense Fleet, and especially for its mustering out of proper patrol pattern and position, was because there was to be joint combat exercises with the Republic Fleet positioned in the sector. And their target was one of Rendili's smaller space docks, a shipyard facility smaller than the main yards over the planet, yet still large enough to help field, build, and facilitate a number of vessels. However, because it was an excess facility it was mostly unmanned as the main yards, whose frames and berths can still handle destroyer class vessels and larger, handle most business since Rendili Stardrive has not commanded full focus from galactic intrigue in a while.

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Thus being mostly in disuse, though maintained for the possibility of such, no business or people would be bothered with it being unavailable during the fleeting exercise. Still, the Rendili Home Defense Fleet would have an unfair advantage knowing any details outside the drill being conducted and the way to perform it without causing alarm to civilians or disrupting the world's infrastructure. As such the RHDF thus far only has had the ability to reorganize its forces position to act as if the target smaller yards were the normal yards that might come under attack from a real enemy. Its patrols kept the same, just moved over to avoid being in the way of the populace.

Drifting through space with the planet in the backdrop was the flagship for these exercises, one of the four Dreadnought Cruisers under the Fleet's command, headed by Captain Camellia Alexis Swift, ranking officer and CEO of Rendili Stardrive itself since her grandfather's passing. Her vessel, along with another of the Dreadnought Cuisers, hung near the Space Dock itself acting as its defenders. Along with them were two dozen, or twenty four (24) F-18 Pillar Starfighters, as were a pair of surprises, all these being outside detection range of distant fleets. The other two Dreadnought Cruiser hung in space flanked by three Hammerhead Frigates each, the Aurek Strike Interceptor Compliments of the Hammerhead's still in their hanger bays to conserve fuel. Four remaining Hammerheads glided through space together, their hangers containing a mix of an Aurek squadron, an F-18 squadron, and a squadron of F-21 Galaxy Guard bombers, this group falling off to the side as a support group ready to move forward into any trouble spot, though out of site and scanner range of fleets far out.

Joining in the patrols were two Praetorian Corvettes, settling the furthest out, likely the first vessels to be seen or detected by intruders of Rendili's space, but also the most adept at discovering said intruders before they entered range of Rendili's facilities with their advanced sensor suites. Each had their four F-18 Pillar starfighters deployed as escorts in their patrol patterns, making wide sweeps over the outer ring of Rendili's defenses, whereas the Dreadnought Cruisers and the Hammerheads with them had a slower sweep halfway between the Praetorian's patterns and the target Space Dock.

Outside of all of this behind the Space Dock lay a Shield Class Medical Frigate of the RHDF as well, acting as an emergency vessel for the drills in case pilots became injured due to malfunctions in equipment. Though with all weapons set to minimal settings to merely tag ships and register enough to note their type and the damage they'd do in the simulation until a target was destroyed, no one would likely be truly hurt unless a collision occurred. With this all in place Camellia Swift stared out over her fleet once more for who knows how many times since the message the exercise would take place had reached her. In all honesty she hoped it would come soon, not because she thought little of the mock battle's usefulness, she was just concerned that should someone note the lack of proper positioning for the RHDF they may take advantage to cause trouble. She didn't want pirates or terrorists, or force forbid the Sith or another galactic power invading or taking advantage of the drill to move in while the defense fleet was in position for an exercise to cause the least amount of disturbance to civilians.

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FLEET COMPOSITION:

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Type Ship Length = ( ) Total Length = [ ]

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Shield Class Medical Frigate - 380 x 1(380) [380]
Hammerhead Cruiser - 315 x 10 (3150) [3530]
Dreadnought Cruiser - 600 x 4 (2400) [5930]
Praetorian Corvette - 180 x 2 (360) [6290]
Starfigher Totals: 152
Aurek Strike Interceptor - 84
F-18 Pillar - 44
F-21 Galaxy Guard - 24

 

[Mr. OOC]

Rendili
Wraith Squadron

Her ship had long been out of hyperspace. For this exercise the Wraiths were flying in newer model StealthX fighters. It was a change for her, but she didn't hate the ships so she had to admit that things could be much worse. The seats were comfy, at least. With her new Jedi training, she'd learned to do several things that were imperative to this mission. For one, she could communicate without using an actual communications system, which was a very nice advantage to have.

Wraiths, listen up. Those of us with telepathic abilities will be relaying orders while we remain undiscovered.

The fighter zipped through subspace, burning TibannaX, and maintaining radio silence. Their mission was one of covert espionage, which meant that they had to do what they could in order to not get spotted. That meant avoiding enemy pilot patrols.

We're to get to that space dock undiscovered. Objective is termination and then escape. Maintain radio silence at all times, and break into pairs. Avoid enemy fighter patrols. At all costs, avoid getting detected.

That was always easier said than done, but she had faith that they could do this. They were the Wraiths and she believed in the abilities of every single one of them. After all, they were an elite fighter unit, not some lowly fighter group that saw most of its members vaped more often than not. Wraiths didn't go down easy, and when they did, there was hell to pay for it. For now, though, she piloted her craft in with her wingman, taking a near direct route towards the dock, coming in opposite the main Republic fleet.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

The streaks of blue light outside of the glass viewport would quickly begin to cease their flow, revealing the dark vacuum that was decorated with bright stars is the distance. Though, the most noticeable thing was Rendili, a planet he had never been to before. Several Republic ships and shipyards hung in the atmosphere, much like ones he had seen only hours ago. Reaching forward with a single hand, the young Padawan would begin to press several buttons on the console within his Aleph starfighter, which happened to be of Sith design. That wasn't very good news, thus why he was working on broadcasting Republic ID codes and such. After little hassle, Tugoro would be identified and his fighter cleared for landing. It would ease forward through space, moving gracefully into a nearby hangar of a starship.

The craft's landing gears would extend, allowing for a gentle touch down onto the hangar's shining floor. It was large and populated, with many pilots and crafts. StealthX was the name of the fighter they were supposed to use, at least that was what he recalled from the data he had received. After coming into possession of the Aleph starfighter, Tugoro resolved to gain more experience in piloting. He had gotten good results on the flight simulators within Carida's flight academy, so he was eager to test out how he would really do. Approaching one of the fighters, Tugoro would enter it after locking down his own, hoping that no one could access it. Eventually the stealth fighter's engine would hum to life, before lifting off and moving forward into space. The sleek fighter would make it's way to the rendezvous, meeting up with Wraith squadron to proceed with the mock mission at hand. <Reporting in> would be heard telepathically, as the boy concentrated his thoughts and projected them outwards.

[member="Niamh Raste"] [member="Camellia Swift"]

 

[Bubák]

Despite what many might have thought after hearing of a GIA flying in the Wraith squadron, Kyla did have some experience at flying starfighters. Naturally, her skill was nowhere near any of the actual pilots who have fought in several battles, but the woman had piloted ships like this many times in her life. During her training as an agent, she learned that people like her won't always be able to escape sticky situations on their own terms and in their own ships. Among many things she had to practice to become one of the few men and women of the GIA, the redhead had to learn how to pilot ships of various sizes and roles. Starfighters, bombers, civilian ships,... An agent was expected to know how to pilot any ship that could be controlled by one person. As a result, the controls of the advanced stealth starfighter she was sitting in did not surprise her very much as she first took the yoke in her hands. The old memories of the training and flying in enemy starfighters to infiltrate Sith space quickly took over and Kyla could feel the little experience in her blood guiding her. Almost.

Without any doubt, she was the weakest link in the squadron. While her combat experience could beat most of them on land, even some of the Force users, her skills were nowhere near as hot in space. No Force to guide her hands, no experience of the Republic aces. Some might ask what made her join a starfighter squadron instead of becoming a member of the famed Havoc squad. If she put aside the treason of the majority of its members who have decided the Republic was not worth their loyalty and quickly deserted to the Protectorate, Kyla could not risk fighting on land for one simple reason. Being a double agent, having infiltrated the One Sith, Kyla realized that when facing the One Sith forces, one of her enemies might recognize her and blow her cover. The other option was to fight for the Sith... which would be counter-productive, obviously. As such, flying in skies and space seemed like vastly better option. Even if any of the Sith pilots spotted her figure in the cockpit, she was still fully dressed in the uniform of the Republic pilots, which included a helmet. And unlike in a land battle, the probability of her enemies taking it off her head was very, very low.


The advanced starfighter outclassed Kyla's old ship in every single aspect. It was faster, stealthier, more silent, equipped with better technology,... The young woman loved this ship, though as she soon discovered after taking off and flying with the other pilots, she found two major problems with this miracle. No ashtray was the first one. As an avid smoker, Kyla enjoyed lighting a cigar when travelling through space with no enemies around. It worked wonders on her nerves, combined with a glass of whiskey... Now she could not do any of it! And her body certainly needed its dose of smoke after she learned of the anti-tampering "feature" of this ship, the second problem she had with the stealth ship. The though of pushing a wrong button and causing the whole ship to self-destruct certainly did not make her feel any better. In fact, it was driving her crazy. Just what action would be analyzed as tampering? If someone tried to hack into the ship over the Holonet, would it kill the pilot?

Kyla continued flying in the formation, trying to relax, when she suddenly heard a voice in her head. Her first reaction was to check the comms, as she did not remember turning them on to avoid being heard by the "enemies". Soon she realized a Force user talked in her head, inserting words into her mind. As a non-Force sensitive, Kyla could only hear them, replying would mean having Telepathy as well. Which she did not, so she awaited further orders and continued in the planned course, keeping the StealthX steady for now.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Niamh Raste"] [member="Camellia Swift"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka never liked the idea of getting a new ship but if it kept him alive, he didn't care much. He was new to the squadron but was a experienced starfighter. Oka didn't hear the telepathic voice of [member="Niamh Raste"] because he simply didn't thing powers of such were needed to be a powerful Jedi. Even though he couldn't hear her, it didn't mean he couldn't feel the force in the way she moved.

Following closely to [member="Niamh Raste"] , Oka remembered he didn't bring B7. "Now who's gonna keep me company." He said softly.

[member="Kyla Verss"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"]

 

[Aaron Nomarr]

The Stealth X fighter was definitely different from what Aaron was used to. Although he had done in his training for the Republic in an old X-Wing, he had quickly advanced to a special B-Wing squadron within the academy. The gyroscopic tendency of the B Wing meant he could pull off maneuvers not recommended in an X Wing design, which was what the Stealth X was based off of. On top of this, most of his attack patterns he used would no longer apply. Since he had graduated from the Academy, his body had become welded to the B-Wing. He became part of the starfighter and any change was unwelcome. Now, on short notice, he was being asked to pilot an X-Wing based design. No gyroscopic cockpit, and the weapons were actually on either side of him. Even worse, the controls and panels were different from what he had used back at the academy. He had flown around in it before this, of course. The speed and maneuverability was a nice upgrade from the slightly slower B Wing, but he really wished he could have the shielding and raw firepower that the B Wing offered.
To make matters worse, this was a silent communications channel meant an ordinary man like him couldn't relay his own thoughts. Instead, he had to take orders from a Jedi. He had absolutely no input during the silent comms period. Not that this was unwise, of course. He had limited experience in squadrons the size of wraith squadron. Instead, he had been in smaller squadrons made up of a few elite B Wing pilots such as himself. Funny, now that he thought about it. These pompous Jedi arseholes could tell him what to do and when to do it, but they couldn't handle the intense skill required in being able to pilot a B-Wing. Still, he was honored he was chosen to pilot a Stealth X in this new elite squadron. He missed his B-Wing, of course, but the squadron he was in was far from being known, despite their critical role in combat.
Back on the B Wing squadron, Aaron had been the second in command. He was the ace pilot of the group, but due to his inexperience in a tactical or commanding role, he decided to decline the offer of commander. He made up for his lack of commanding expertise with his work with the B Wings notoriously difficult flying patters. He could shoot well, that was for sure, but his specialty was in being able to due things in a B Wing you weren't supposed to be doing. He would never be as fast as a fancier and newer ship, but he could certainly outmaneuver them in combat. His claim to fame came in a skirmish where he was separated from his fellow pilots by a friendly corvette and wound up having to face four enemy starfighters at once. A few minutes later, he emerged from behind the corvette with the twisted metal and mangled bodies left behind from the four starships. He won a lot of respect in the squadron from that moment, and that might have been why he was chosen for this role.
Aaron tried to clear the thoughts from his head as he started up the Stealth X. The engines started a high-pitched whine as he lifted off from the hangar. He pushed the ship a little in order to keep up with the rest of the squadron. He jumped a little as he heard talking, only to realize that one of the force users was talking. What a crinking arsehole, he thought to himself as he complied with the orders. He preferred the nice friendly chatter of his fellow B-Wing pilots to the force-talking of force users. He had nothing against force users personally, but he much preferred ordinary people like him. Normal people. They understood his problems and he understood theirs. Still, he would have to put up with these people for a while, so he might as well get used to it.

 

[Camellia Swift]

[member="Niamh Raste"] [member="Tugoro Taidarious"] [member="Kyla Verss"] [member="Oka Osaa"] [member="Aaron Nomarr"] [member="Valara Tiall"] [member="Gar'Hal Velasura"]

Still nothing? Camellia wondered how long the Republic might intend for the exercise to be conducted. A month might be what they had in mind in order to really test the dedication of a member world's willingness to participate, but at the same time the young Rendili woman wasn't about to keep her forces arrayed over an area that was for a mock battle more than half that time. She rather hoped that the Republic Sector Fleet would appear sooner rather than later, although she hoped her impatience didn't effect anything. It wasn't as if she could do anything really to mess up the patrols unless she organized it wrong, but she had done all the major planning when word first reached her and now she was just ensuring she followed the plan of operation until the mock battle was through.

"Anything showing up yet on anyone's sensors?" When a no reached the Captain of Rendili's Home Defense Fleet it was all she had not to sigh since that was always the response. They'd notice when the Republic Fleet's pickets and scouts entered the system. There wouldn't be hiding from a planet like Rendili whose facilities warranted many countermeasures against attack. They'd have to use some sort of long range scanner or probes to get their data, and even then they would only get so close.

Or well, that was what would normally be thought of. After all, who could actually know that the Republic Fleet had Wraith Squadron at their disposal, and that this famous squadron was using a revived Stealth X program to slip in unseen and undetected through the well prepared defenses. Even the Praetorian Corvettes with their advanced sensors did not detect the Stealth fighters, so long as they held still when these corvettes came close they would likely go without being spotted. Well that or if they crashed into something.The real danger after the corvettes would be the dock's sensors and the risk of getting close to any of the remaining ships that lay between Wraith Squadron and their target. The dock and its defenses they were attempting to scout out for the Republic Fleet for the exercise.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Alright. We're about to do something that would be extremely dangerous in a live fire exercise, but would probably save lives.

They flew past one of the corvettes, holding ranks and careful not to do anything to draw attention. There were a lot of enemy fighters around, but it was hard to see a craft that was painted to blend into the space around you. She made sure to make no out of the ordinary moves, and trusted that her other pilots would follow suit. This part of the mission was integral to the success of it. They had to get information, so they could get it to the main Republic fleet. It was crucial to winning this venture.

All fighters, cut thrusters on my mark and drift. Make sure your trajectory won't crash you into anything, and be alert for your drift pattern bringing enemy movements upon you. Do not hesitate to avoid them, but if you make a move and get spotted, we got lights up and take down anything between us and the Republic fleet.

She positioned herself so she was pointed in the direction of the dock, but she would stay in a decently wide berth of it, and gave a few more seconds of burn.

Three. Two. One. Mark.

Cutting her thrusters, she left the fighter to drift, prior momentum carrying it in the direction that she wished to go. In space, with nothing to provide drag, they could drift forward quite a ways, as long as no one flew into their flight path on a collision course, which was what she was hoping to avoid, but space was crowded so who knew if that would work properly. It was a gambit, but sometimes gambits paid off. This one could score them a win before the battle even started.

[member="Tugoro Taidarious"][member="Kyla Verss"][member="Oka Osaa"][member="Aaron Nomarr"][member="Camellia Swift"]

 

[Oka Osaa]

Oka heard the orders and waited for the word to cut off the engines. With the features of the Stealth Wing based off the X-Wing, He knew he could always close the wings to get through tight fits. Just sitting there was boring and especially since it was a training mission but he had to do his best for [member="Camellia Swift"] wasn't going to hold back.

 

[Tugoro Taidarious]

Gripping the flight controls of his StealthX tightly, Tugoro's mind would keep sharp and open, allowing for telepathic messages to flood into his mind. The boy's eyes were glued on the dark vacuum of space outside, the glass view port being the only thing between it and himself. To think that merely broken glass could potentially lead to his own death was horrifying, and not something that drew him to the life of a pilot. Even so, the Padawan's eyes would close as he listened to [member="Niamh Raste"], his thoughts clearing as he allowed her own to become present. The dark, sleek design of their fighters would keep the group unknown to their mock enemies, as they flew by the corvette at a steady pace.

Moving his arms, the boy would begin to put his fighter on a straight path, checking it's radars and the like to make sure nothing was in his way. If he cut his engines and slammed into something, it could very well mean the death of him during a training operation. That would be embarrassing, if the end result allowed him to experience such shame. After aligning his craft on a safe trajectory, Tugoro would move a single hand, before releasing his grasp on the steering controls. Placing his palm gently on the throttle, the Jedi would begin to pull back, easing his thrusters into a state of deactivation. Silence would overwhelm the boy as everything went quiet, his engine having cut in order for his craft to drift unnoticed. Opening his eyes, Tugoro would continue to look out the view port, watching as the many others within the squadron did the same. It seemed everything was going according to plan so far.

[member="Camellia Swift"] [member="Aaron Nomarr"] [member="Kyla Verss"]