Skirmish [WSR/TIC] Shipping Error

[Flame of Rebellion]

SHIPPING ERROR
Objective One: Southern Strike
[Starfighters/PvP/Light Fleeting]​

The Blazing Freedom and it's two escorts exited hyperspace far from Dac's reach into neighboring deep space, stealth systems still engaged. Undetected.
Aboard, Zoro Igala prepped his troops.

"Men, we're engaging in a high stakes mission. The objective is simple. do as much damage as you can. The Imperials won't expect us coming, and we're still far enough out that long range sensors will struggle to pick you up. We've pre-programmed your systems to microjump you right on top of them once you get spaceborn. Any questions?"

A responding 'No Sir' rang out through the Blazing Freedom's barracks, before the pilots headed towards their ships.

The Raid had begun.

Only a few minutes later, the sensors of the Imperial ring lit up with hundreds of starfighters jumping out of hyperspace nearby.

Objective Two: Checkpoint Charlie
[Spy Shit/PvP/Social]​

While the Rebel forces prepped their attack, on the opposite side of the Mon Cala Ring, it was business as usual. Imperial Shipping found two Cruiser Sized Freighters exitting hyperspace, as per planned. They had called ahead several days and reserved splot on docking bays 4 and 8, with a shipment of grain from Lothal, a tribute from the people of Lothal to the Imperial War Machine. Everything was above board...

Or so it would seem.

Aboard the freighters, two forces worked in opposition.

Yaeger Sularen sat in the driver's seat, calling in the haul.

"Breaker Break, this is Yaeger Sularen of the Squawker over Channel 5, Docking Bay 8, Requesting landing perms, as per reserved agreement. Looking for a Drop and Hook, my fellow freighter is dropping off at Docking Bay 4, same deal. I think he's a Sleeper Run after this, so I'll be breaking off from him after. Over and Out."

While, inside the ship, Jonyna Si stood waiting alongside a group of mercs. Deep in the haul, far enough inside that no immediate scans would detect them.

The trap was being sprung in sequence. As the two cruiser sized freighters docked and were boarded by Stormtroopers, only then did the Starfighters exit hyperspace and begin their attack.

 

[Zoro Igala]

OBJECTIVE I:
Operation Thunderbolt
Tag: Ronhar Tane Felix Yorwell James 'Slinger' Antilles ​

Fleet Comp:

Spoiler

• In Deep Space Out of Play ATM:
  • Blazing Freedom ~ Rebellion III Class Star Liberator
  • x2 Ambush Class Stealth Interdictors
    • Star Wolf
    • Grand Finale
• In Battlefield:
  • x3 Hurricane Tactical Bomber Squadrons
  • x5 Predator Heavy B-wing Squadrons
  • x10 LionX Squadrons
  • x7 Thunderstorm Y-wing Squadrons

The coordinated strike was surgical off the bat. The Hurricanes broke off, each targetting one of the 24 Defense Satellites with a barrage of ion and proton torpedoes, overwhelming the point defense guns and knocking them out of the sky with a round of fireworks.

All the while, the B-wings used their long range Ion Cannons to engage the 4 Avrils from afar, far outside their range.

The X-wings followed, swarming and drawing the fire from the enemy point defense guns, before the Y-wings came in with a barrage of Ion Torpedos to follow.

For now, it was a symphony of chaos. The Imperial Defenses falling one by one.

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Tags: OPEN FOR STARFIGHTING
Anthony's Fighter​

Amongst the chaos, a lone fighter flew amongst the X-wings. His objective was different. He was watching the skies for any problem children. Wild Weaseling his way through Imperial defensive fire, in favor of keeping an eye out for incoming attacks.

His eyes were focused on somewhere else. His guns were aimed at the defense platform in front of him.

He was waiting for someone to make themselves known. Tie pilots weren't exactly known for subtlety.

 

[Priesse Namada]

Location: Outer Perimeter, Shipyards of Mon Cala, Mon Cala High Orbit - Mon Calamari System
Objective: Checkpoint Charlie
Tag: Anthony Gray Sun Zoro Igala Bido Roz’lyn Hypheer Vhyrn

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“A grain shipment?! Being delivered to a shipyard? Are we sure this was cleared above board?”

A small element of Titan Squadron had been tasked with patrolling the perimeter of the Mon Calamari Shipyards. Given the presence of a number of VIPs who were visiting to oversee the construction of various new starship classes, the deployment of some of the Confederation’s most elite starfighter pilots had been deemed necessary to ensure that the space around the shipyards was secure and by extension, to ensure the safety of the VIPs. Still, it was somewhat out of the ordinary to give an elite squadron an assignment which under normal circumstances would have amounted to little more than a simple patrol. Nevertheless, the mission was the mission, and Priesse intended to complete it to her best.

Hence, her questioning of the grain shipment.

“You don’t usually deliver grain to a shipyard, do you?” Priesse continued over the squadron’s comms. Although she was only a Cadet, something about this seemed highly irregular. Not to mention, her chronoceptive corona had been lighting up her awareness with precognitive shimmers for the last ten minutes. Although many were situated at the opposite side of the ring, she had seen the crimson trajectories of swarming X-Wings, the blossoming plumes of bombs and missiles going off, and defense satellites overwhelmed by streaking lances of fire.

And worst of all, the hottest of her shimmer-visions seemed to center around and within the two innocent-looking freighters.

A raid was coming. And it would start within the minute. Of course, Priesse had known that for the last six minutes, but the Seseli had been unable to do anything owing to her rank and out of fear of revealing her secret.

At the very least though, with time bleeding away, she could warn as many people as would listen.

“We have to stop those freighters from reaching the shipyards...” Priesse tried one more time, her tone threaded with urgency.

Too late. It was then that space ripped apart as hundreds of hyperspace signatures erupted into being. Her network-linked sensor readout lit up with contacts then, her eyes blowing wide open as she took in the tide of pings filling her HUD. Although the vast majority of them were approaching the other side of the ring, she knew immediately what it meant.

The shipyards were under attack!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE Sprite TN-29-6

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon (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

 

[Bido Roz’lyn]

Location: Outer Perimeter, Shipyards of Mon Cala, Mon Cala High Orbit - Mon Calamari System
Objective: Checkpoint Charlie & Southern strike, as needed
Tag: Anthony Gray Sun Zoro Igala Priesse Namada Hypheer Vhyrn

“A grain shipment?! Being delivered to a shipyard? Are we sure this was cleared above board?”

“You think something is going on?” Bido considered over the channel. Something was definitely off, and Titan 10’s instincts were definitely picking up on something. She’d been tense for the last hour and Bido suspected that Priesse’s precognitive tendencies were acting up today.

“You don’t usually deliver grain to a shipyard, do you?”

Bido felt a compulsion to impart some of her experience to the much younger pilot, “Well, the shipyard part doesn’t really bother me so much. Big, planet-scale ring stations like these are often capable of processing their own food, and it solves a lot of logistical problems if done correctly. No… what’s concerning is that this grain a land-based carbohydrate. The Mon cala and quarrians—who run this station—are sea-based bipeds. Land-based carbs don’t typically jive well with their digestive systems. I would know. I’m an aquatic mammal myself…”

She pondered the grain shipments a moment longer. The sheer volume of grain cargo on those cruisers was arguably too much to justify stockpiling for hosting foreign guests.

But at least this was something. Bido had not willingly explained this to Priesse Namada , but the sole reason why Titan Squadron, Flight 3 had been given this assignment was to punish Bido. During a recent training exercise on Mon Calamari, Bido had allowed her subordinates to slack-off after getting shot down. The action had displayed what the brass considered to be a lax in professionalism and would have preferred her to retask her downed pilots with assisting efforts on the ground with the other ground forces.

As a consequence, they assigned her, and her fellow flight-mates, to patrol duty on Mon Calamari.

Before she could start to bully herself internally for her lack of professionalism, Titan 10’s crackling voice cut through her voice thoughts.

“We have to stop those freighters from reaching the shipyards...”

Bido shook her head to get a grasp on Titan 10’s sudden urgency. No artifacts were appearing on scopes. Bido knew that Priesse had good intuition, and to trust it. But to interdict a legitimate shipment on the basis of suspicion required a bit more restraint. “Slow down, Ten. Let’s just start with a flyby inspection and then follow up with an inquiry.”

However, the cruisers were already beginning to dock with the station. She tried to steer the squadron towards the cruisers to commence a short range sensor scan. Just then, the scopes on her DS-47 exploded with contacts! Fighters and bombers blossomed into the void from hyperspace and clawed around to secure their grip on the station with lashing weapons! Different units broke off to deal with defence platforms nearby. X-wing variants prowled around and behind the bombers, eager to intercept any efforts by imperial forces to hinder the bombing runs.

Bido swallowed hard to clear her throat to dole out orders, “Titan Squadron, Fight 3 form up on me! Call out readiness and then we’ll move in together! Don’t risk your lives any more than you have to!”

After nearly a century of flying, she had enough on her conscience. Keeping her squad mates alive mattered more to her than defeating the enemy.

As far as she was concerned, Titan Squadron Flight 3 was under her protection. Everything else was secondary.

Personal Loadout:

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

 

[Felix Yorwell]

Objective: I
Allies: TIC | Ronhar Tane
Enemies: WSR | Zoro Igala | James 'Slinger' Antilles

Today was not Felix’s cup of tea.
​

He had understood his assignment to Mon Calamari, deep within New Imperial space, to be a routine patrol and anti-piracy run. A good chance for his crews to relax and regain their spirits after previous weeks full of challenging deployments. In fact, Felix had just been preparing to transfer over to the Furious to partake in a splendid grav-ball tournament with the ship’s officers when the news broke.

Rebel starfighters were attacking the shipyard.

Felix abruptly reversed course, leaving the Triumph’s hangar and awaiting shuttle to return to the bridge of his flagship. Seconds later, alarms blared across the cruiser, crew and officers rushing by to man battle stations. He rushed towards the bridge, a lid hastily placed over his cup full of Earl Grey tea and the coattails of his impeccable suit flowing behind him.

Minutes later, the commodore was back at his post on the bridge of the Triumph of Will. Officers around him pored over radar readings and projected velocities, allowing the Imperial defenders to understand what exactly they were facing and where. Felix paused to take a long sip of his tea - a sign the officers under his command had long learned meant that he expected information as soon as he finished his drink.

“Radar is picking up at least twenty squadrons of small craft,” announced a radar specialist. “Known signatures are X-Wings, Y-Wings, and B-Wings. There is also an unknown bomber-sized model.”

“We’ve lost contact with nearly all the southern sector’s small defense satellites.” warned a signals officer. “The Avrils are being bombarded from beyond their effective range."

“This is not at all delightful.” remarked Felix. “Gentlemen, it is time to act. I will address the fleet."

He strode over to the front of the bridge, his posture as flawless as always as he took the captain’s seat as he engaged the intercom.

[We are under attack. Extollers, advance at quarter-thrust but keep TIEs reserved. All secondaries should target the Y-wings once in range. Persuader and Monarch, stay back and deploy fighters only. Our starfighters will be outnumbered out there, but not for long. All wings will concentrate on the most urgent threat to both the station and the fleet - the Y-wings and their escorts. Harass them and provoke their escorts into breaking ranks. They will be easy targets for our point-defense cannons and the elite pilots of Titan Squadron. The Avrils will have to hold out against the B-wings until reinforcements arrive or the Y-wings are eliminated and the fleet can advance more readily.]

“Our orders are the same as those for the Extollers.” concluded Felix. “Advance at quarter thrust, keep TIEs in reserve."

Felix’s small fleet was positioned several kilometers within and above the orbital ring of Mon Calamari’s shipyards, the five Extollers forming a wedge-shaped vanguard, the Triumph two kilometers behind the center Extoller, and the two Laimars evenly spaced apart with their weapons retracted another four kilometers behind the Triumph. Following Felix’s orders, every ship except the Laimars engaged their engines at a cautious quarter thrust, advancing towards the battlefield without immediately rendering themselves vulnerable to rebel starfighters.

In the backline, Persuader and Monarch became visible to long-range radar as their hangars opened up, four dozen NCE-100a starfighters spilling out from the underbellies of the carriers. Only after the last squadron formed up outside the two Laimars did their hangar doors close, once more reducing the radar signature of their profiles. Neither carrier was designed for frontline combat, and Felix had the good sense to keep them concealed well away from the action even as their starfighters accelerated ahead of the Extoller vanguard.

True to Felix’s orders, the wing leaders of each NCE-100a squadron made sure their first strike was from beyond the range of the laser cannons of the X-Wings, aiming to draw them into range of both Titan Squadron and the point-defense cannons of the Extollers. At around fifteen kilometers away from the closest X-wings, the six NCE-100a squadrons spread out into a thin but wide hexagonal net, maximizing their angles of fire upon the Y-wings ahead.

Each starfighter had been equipped with Option 2 detachable weapon pods, enabling them to hold five FAE/WH-04-S4 smart concussion missiles per fighter. From a distance of around ten kilometers, the pilots acquired a multi-spectrum lock on the frontmost forty-eight Y-wings, the wing leaders careful to designate targets amongst pilots to avoid having two starfighters accidentally lock onto the same Y-wing. Once all the Imperial starfighters had locked onto a unique target, they fired three of their five concussion missiles and then abruptly scattered, now flying away from the rebel starfighters in pairs towards either the Extollers or the Mon Calamari shipyard ring.

From the bridge of the Triumph, Felix observed the mobilization of his fleet with growing confidence. Despite being caught off guard, his crew and officers had sprung to action within seconds and had all battle stations manned within minutes. The fleet’s maneuvers were being carried out with precision and punctuality, both traits which Felix highly valued in his subordinates.

“Jolly good.” exclaimed Felix, a warm smile on his face as he sipped from a fresh new cup of Earl Grey. “At this rate we’ll have these rebels run out of town by suppertime."

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• Flag: Triumph of Will - Pyre-class cruiser, Configuration I
  
  • 2 squads TIE/ss
• 5x Extoller-class Frigate Killers
  
  • Extoller
    
    • 1 squad TIE/ss
  • Furious
    
    • 1 squad TIE/ss
  • Rancor
    
    • 1 squad TIE/ss
  • Lancer
    
    • 1 squad TIE/ss
  • Bulwark
    
    • 1 squad TIE/ss
• 2x Laimar-class stealth carriers
  
  • Persuader
    
    • 3x NCE-100a squads
    • 2x TIE/sb strike bomber squads
  • Monarch
    
    • 3x NCE-100a squads
    • 2x TIE/sb strike bomber squads

Spoiler: Summary of Orders

• Triumph and all Extollers advance towards WSR starfighters at quarter-thrust
• Persuader and Monarch deploy all six NCE-100a squads
• NCE-100a squads engage Y-wings with smart missiles at ~10km range before scattering towards either the Extollers or the shipyard ring

​

 

[Ronhar Tane]

FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
MON CALAMARI SHIPYARDS
MON CALAMARI

"You may begin when ready, Captain Tennnor", Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill stated as he watched her command the MIN Gundark. In front of her ship was a firing line consisting of four CR125U Corvettes and a single CR90-EE Corvette. During the Battle of the Florrum Hypergate, Jadaale Tennnor had shown great initiative and skill aboard the Disruptor-class Ion Cannon Carrier that she had been stationed on, so much so that the Imperial Remnant was considering giving her command over the MIN Gundark, the personal command vessel of Salvage Team Six. This exercise was, in reality, merely a formality designed to help Zonill best understand Tennnor's strengths and weaknesses going forward, and to see how she would respond under pressure from external and unknown sources.

In front of her battlegroup lay a single Vilifier-class Star Destroyer, far too damaged to be salvaged or restored back into Mahporeenian service. It would instead serve as the basis for today's test, as Tennnor would be tasked with destroying the vessel and the many TIE Vultures stationed aboard it without ANY "loss" of friendly capital ships. A daunting task, perhaps, but one that Zonill was confident Captain Tennnor could pull off. Before she could even give a single order, however....

"Mayday, mayday! This is the Mon Calamari Shipyards, requesting emergency assistance from any nearby Imperial forces! We are under attack, I repeat, we are under attack from the Wild Space Rebellion!"

Curses! The Wild Space Rebellion had stuck at last, interrupting the exercise that Zonill had prepared for Captain Tennnor. Yet, as dire as situation as this was, it could also provide Tennnor with some valuable experience.

"Captain Tennnor, belay that order. You have a new objective: to save our shipyards from the rebels and terrorists attacking it! I am leaving you in full command of this vessel and the vessels attached to it, along with the TIE Vultures that had been stationed aboard your previous target. I authorize you to use any means necessary to defeat our enemy. May the galaxy be with you, Captain".

"Understood, sir. I won't let you down. Let's give these rebels some hell!"

With that, the Gundark, the four CR125U Corvettes and the CR90-EE Corvette began to make their way toward the fighters that Zoro Igala had brought with them, being careful to maintain close unit cohesion and a tight formation as they did so. If the Florrum had taught them anything, it was that a well maintained formation could prove the difference between victory and defeat when facing a numerically superior foe. All the assembled ships would travel closely to one another so that they could all benefit from the firepower each vessel brought to the fight. The starfighters carried aboard the Gundark and the CR125U Corvettes were to be held in reserve until the fleet got closer to its target: Tennnor was intending to releasing all of them at once to try and overwhelm the enemy fighters before her Corvettes and Cruiser could lend their weight of fire to the battle.

Meanwhile, large numbers of TIE Vultures began streaming toward the Wild Space Rebellion ships so that they could begin the process of estimating the enemy's strengths and tactics. If they were lost, it would be of no big consequence to Tennnor, since the ships were essentially disposable anyway. The shipyards they were trying to protect? Not so much...
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Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• MIN Gundark​
  • 1 squadron of STX-TIEs
  • 1 squadron of Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators
• 4 CR125U Corvettes​
  • 4 squadrons of AX-Wings
• 1 Vilifier-class Star Destroyer (Engines disabled, unable to move)​
  • 7 squadrons of TIE Vultures
• 1 CR90-EE Corvette​

Spoiler: Summary

• Tennnor's Fleet begins to make its way toward the Wild Space Rebellion attack on the shipyards
• The TIE Vultures move ahead of the main fleet to begin screening the Imperial counterattack

TAGS:
Zoro Igala
Bido Roz’lyn
Priesse Namada
Felix Yorwell
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