You should have let me sleep (ORC raid on Dagobah, ATTN: FO, OPEN)

[Marriskcal Lati]

Praetorian Initiate
Equipment | TIE Silencer, Mk. I RAKGHOUL Semi-Powered Battle Armour, Training Lightsaber, DE-39 Maser Rifle, Throwing Knives, Binding Wires, Injector Pens filled with Lecepanine, C-25 Fragmentation Grenades
Location | Dagobah Space
Near | [member="Castor Ren"]
Allies | FO, [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Vlannem Pox"], [member="The Private"], [member="Cynthia Alucard"]
Enemies | ORC, [member="Jak Cadera"], [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Jax Rhane"], [member="Kyle Farnes"], [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Mishel Noren"]

[SIZE=11pt]It was as if her words were a herald that beckoned trouble.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The situation Marriskcal found herself in felt almost surreal. Her hands moved instinctively over the controls as she took her fighter through its system checks. While she had spent many hours in simulator training, and logged further hours in practical experience, this was the first time she would be involved in a live zero gravity melee. Sitting there as she waited for the telltale blink of lights to turn from yellow to red, the young initiate found herself experiencing the strange dichotomy of anxiety warring with excitement.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]I can do this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She accepted the assignment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]While she may not have any experience, Marriskcal knew she had the advantage of being guided by the invisible hand that was the force. She tapped a finger lightly against front panel overhead, laughing lightly when she managed to touch it without much effort on her part. All the TIE series produced by the First Order were upheld to certain standards. It was, Marriskcal thought, the worst part of being young. Her lack of height was always a point of contention when it came to military vessels, her arms being too short to reach certain controls at times and if she was in a seat, her toes could only touch the ground if she pointed them. The battle armour she was encased in definitely aided in alleviating this particular problem she had.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Silencer, you are cleared for takeoff. Out.”

With a final check to ensure all the systems were working, the initiate fired up her TIE Silencer and launched out of the hangar, its sleek black and red form a near match to the darkness of space. With their comms linked ever since she accepted her assignment, it did not take Marriskcal long to track down her squadron leader. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A distance away, she could see an unfamiliar carrier.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Verging on your left.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Without expecting a reply, the blonde pulled her fighter closer in and flanked her leader’s left wing as they drew up to the carrier for an offensive run. Any further instructions and plans could wait. As her Silencer drew within range, Marriskcal focused on the fighters exiting from its hangar, the heavy laser cannons of her vessel firing in concentrated stutter bursts.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Should I attempt to break through the carrier’s shields on the next run?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]After all, it was only a matter of time before the hostiles noticed the features of her fighter. The sooner she made use of them, the more advantageous it would be for her unit.[/SIZE]

 

[Erick Von Strauss]

Location: Above Dagobah
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: ORC and its Allies


Ericka in the middle of getting to the allied fleet decided upon a better option. She ordered her ships to make a wide swing around the planet to hopefully catch the enemy fleet off guard. "Taskmaster, unload your squadron of TIE/IN Interceptors (X), have them keep speed with the Flugel." She turned to one of her communications officers, "High-level encryption, tell the allied fleet of our plan and urge them to send one of two ships to do the same, but from the opposite side." She mutters to herself, 'half of a pincer is only half as effective.' After telling the allied fleet of their plans, the two ships make a hard starboard in order to swing around the planet as planned. This would also minimize damage from the debris field surrounding the planet.

What seemed like out of nowhere her scouting party returns back to the Flugel and the taskmaster. The squad leader reports in "Ma'am, we located their main flotilla but were engaged before we could get a solid count of ships and what type of ships there were, luckily we had enough speed to get away from the enemy fighters. Our shields took most of the damage. That is all." She sent them back to the taskmaster to get rest but ordered another squad to take their place in the cockpits. The twenty-four TIE's shoot back out of the Taskmaster and join the TIE/IN's in protecting the Flugel as it moves slowly, around the planet, closer to the enemy fleet. Now the Flugel has thirty-six fighters covering it as it moves.

 

[Arage Bao]

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The Corellian Bolt
w/ two annoyin' kids and an old man - [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Amea Virou"], [member="Zef Halo"]
feat. [member="Rolf Amsel"], [member="Suki Klev"] (OOC: Unsure if the X-Wing is supposed to be us or not, but I figured I'd tag you guys considering you tagged us!)
Land, somehow.

"Dat man's right 'ere, cheeka, if ya dun like bein' talked like ya ain't there might wanna check yo own sins first." Daro rumbled a moment after Zef got to his defense. That was the Halo he knew- sure, he would feth around himself, but when someone else was fething with his friends the swings got hard. That amused him and maybe even endeared Zef to him just a bit. There were reasons why these two acerbic fellas were still friends after all them decades, no?

"Uploaded to ya screen.... now."

A punch of the buttons and suddenly telemetry would come rushing in with the proper vector approaches.

The sensors were a pile of chit as far as Daro was concerned, but he wouldn't have been one of the finest outlaw techs in town if he couldn't fix dat crap on the fly just a bit here and there. All it took was a metric feth ton of tweaking and repurposing axillary power from the caf machine.

Who the feth needed a caf machine right now?

And they said Daro was the addict. A swig of the flask followed up as punctuation just as the ship dove down and the ground came into view. "Dis part never gets old for me," He laughed as the engines went into overdrive to arrest their movement. In those scant moments Tarsi felt alive, felt two decades younger as the adrenaline ran through his veins. The fact that he was being violently pushed back against the seat as the inertial dampeners tried their level best to minimize the Gs wasn't a concern for him.

Then- POW

As the ship went into a creative landing pattern.

Rather than stick to the spot, it started gliding, because this was fething Dagobah and not pretty Coruscant City with its fine durasteel landing platforms.

"Oooph." Grunting out as the Bolt dashed against a tree and there rested. "Everyone alive?" Electricity flickered above them as the lights went out. "Anyone not dead?" Then a murmur. "Feth me where mah flask go?"

 

[Omari Ngao]

Dagobah Swamps
Sgt. Omari Vyken
Not A Happy Trooper
Friendlies: [member="Suki Klev"], [member="Rolf Amsel"]
Soon to be Friends! [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Amea Virou"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Daro Tarsi"]

Want to hear a joke? We send Vyken's Squad to Dagobah and into the swamps!

Excellent joke Commander!

That's how it went in the command centre he imagined when it had been his squad tasked with running through a giant swamp for... What? Though now that they were out there it didn't matter. It happened and he was so very close to requesting a transfer to one of those flagships thats always on the front lines. Not the Supreme Commanders, he's too crazy. The new one, uh, Rousegaiber, I think. Yeah. Shaking his head, anything had to be better than running through the muck here, responding to a potential attack that was super lucky. There isn't even anything on this dump!

There was activity on his comms, and after every few minutes he felt like the message was getting clearer. Less static, more words, but still not enough to get the base idea of what was going on. His only response was a hasty 'yessir' and 'on the way' as he led his team through the muck. Slow going, but then one of his troopers spoke up.

"Hey, Sarge, you hear that?"

"I don't hear feth!"

There was the faint sound of ping, ping, where he had stopped, moisture off of a leaf collected by the rain hitting the top of his helmet, but not much else.

"Nah, look up!"

There was a gap in the trees. Something that definitely wasn't a TIE model was flying overhead, though flying would be too generous of a descriptor for what was going on there. There was a rumble and a shaking as it passed the canopy of trees and there was a loud crash.

Comms were quiet. At least in regards to what just happened. Something told him to continue on their original orders, but there was the conditioning that was pushing him in the direction that mystery ship had gone.

"Alright... HQ wants us to check this out. Double time, gots to be close."

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="The Private"]

Situation: The bulk of Task Force Cresh-Nine has disabled or destroyed a variety of salvage vessels, most of them corvette-scale. One of Cresh-Nine's ships, Jorus Merrill's light corvette D'Lessio, has engaged a flight of TIE fighters.

First Order cannons and warheads whittled at the flank shields, a modest pincer courtesy of well-coordinated fighters. Give them long enough, and the D'Lessio would break apart. Jorus' crew coordinated by long experience, sometimes quietly, sometimes in voices everyone on the cramped bridge could hear. The sounds washed over him; he absorbed some of the information, but kept his focus on flying the ship. The D'Lessio had a slim profile: it was difficult to hit from the sides, or from straight ahead or behind. That factor helped it survive the onslaught, but only temporarily. He had to strike back, and the big forward-fixed exotic weapons -- superb at bypassing shields and crippling Star Destroyers -- were effectively useless against TIEs. The cloud of flak wasn't doing much either. The net had worked, but that was a one-trick kaadu.

To draw the TIEs in close and committed like this, he'd refrained from using the ship's last weapons. They hummed to life all over the ship, targeted the the TIEs, and got to work:

Anti-fighter-scale hard-hitting short-range Qektoth-derived shield-ignoring Retribution plasma turrets.

Local space turned to starfire.

 

[Shia Kryze]

"Designate new contact Aru'e-36, TIE fighter, unidentified class."

"Acknowledged."

The crew of the Huntress went about their business with calm, practiced efficiency, the cloaked vessel drifting in closer to the battle as it became clear that the ORC forces had the advantage in space for now. But they must have gotten a distress signal off.

"Sensors?"

"Oya, alor."

"Keep a solid track on Aru'e-14, a heavy star destroyer is a solid threat if it pushes to engage."

Shia drummed her fingers on the edge of her command throne.

"Weapons!"

"Oya."

"Load hawks in tubes one through six, prime the ionite charges. Get me a firing solution for Aru'e-15. Set condition one-ss throughout the ship, live rounds loaded."

There was one truism with the new ionite torpedos. You did not want to be aboard when one went off accidentially if you liked anything technological working. But that little escort carrier was a mission-kill waiting to happen. It was the not getting hit back by her immense HSD friend that was the issue. Let them pass if they're eager, engage from behind. You'll never get a kill on that class of HSD, even with these torpedos, that thing has sheilds on shields, but they don't know there's only one of you.

OOC:

Huntress: Cloaked (double blind, with towed array and sensor booms deployed beyond cloak). Waiting for the reinforcements to engage ([member="Erika Von Strauss"]).

[member="Jorus Merrill"] | [member="Erika Von Strauss"]​

 

[Jada Raxis]

Objective: Destroy Ships
Near: [member="Jorus Merrill"] [member="Erika Von Strauss"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"] [member="The Private"]

She was late to the party a bit and had decided to hang back, watching the strike from a distance. One hand on the yoke the other on a fat cup of Caf. Things were boring these days and she had been looking for a good fight for quite some time. Nothing much happened on the Hydian way in terms of Piracy anymore, now that CIS was gobbling up territory there.

Scanners watched as Jorrus and crew juked and dove and maneuvered. But her eyes fell on something else. There was another vessel rounding the planet, swarmed by an escort of TIE's.

She depressed a button on the console, broadcasting to the ORC fleet.

"Uhhh guys. Cap'n Raxis here. You tracking this Cruiser thingy with a ball of fighters rounding the system?"

She kept watching, waiting for a response. Just in case she powered up her main drives and guns, clicking through sequence checks. A Jast 1 was meant for speed and escaping, not necessarily a straight up fight. But it had been awhile and she wanted to see exactly how fast and hard she could push her ship....

 

[Ava Cartwright-Pryce]

Dagobah System
Defend, Search & Destroy
Launching from the Free Lothal of the 18th Roving Line
Allies: ORC [member="Jak Cadera"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] AiE/Rogue Squadron [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Rayf Vigil"]
Enemies: FO pilots [member="Cynthia Alucard"] [member="Vlannem Pox"] [member="Castor Ren"]

Finally they were given the order launch!

As soon as the Lt. Commanders's snubfighter burst out of the Quasar Fire-class Light Carrier's second hangar bay into space, she feathered the flight controls of her TR-20 and formed up on Rogue Leader, who had been first out as usual. The Old Man was a tireless leader and his newly minted XO was glad to have him as her mentor.

It didn't take long though for the call to split their ranks up with Rogue Five being put in charge of First Wing up top as Commander Vigil would take Second Wing for a recon sorte of Dagobah below.

[ Roger that, Rogue Leader. ] Goldie replied, then keyed the comm again.

[ First Wing on me for the defensive screen. SkyHawk take your flight group starboard. Thumper to port, then weapon's free. Let's tag and bag em, ladies and gents. ]

The First Order knew they were there already and were responding accordingly as fighters of various TIE series spewed from the Imperial capital ships that were in-system now. It set up for a typical showdown of the Rebellion days of old.... The forces of the Alliance-in-Exile and Outer Rim Coalition were seemingly outnumbered and outgunned, but the Imps didn't have the rebel spirit that fueled the fire of hope in their bellies to see this through They may not win this day, but the rebellious outerimmers would nonetheless strike a blow or three for those who died before them fighting for freedom and liberty against this oppressive regime.

Hauling back on her flight stick, Ava canted it ever so slightly to the side, bringing the X-win up into a lopsided corkscrew maneuver. While the jerky motion off the snubfighter's nose meant she didn't have a Hoth's chance of hitting anything, it did make it harder to be hit herself as the two masses of starfighters met. Pumping more power into her shields, Goldie shot through a flurry of laser bolts before she penetrated the FO formation. A few hits glanced off her shields, but no damage noted.

The Ralltiiri hauled back on the stick, killing the weave, then arrowed her X-wing up into a flight of enemy fighters. She lined up one TIE fighter in her sights and let the eyeball have a quad blast of lasers right in the sweet spot. As the craft exploded, she cut the stick hard to starboard, then rolled out into a level line that continued her on the original course with a slight deviation to the right thrown in. The formation collapsed in around after her, then Five cruised out the other side, inverted and came back around for another pass.

Rogue Leader's mayday squawked over the comm made Ava's blood boil and heart twinge, but there was nothing she could do for the Corellian but continue on with the mandated mission given to her by him. "Squeak... Make sure you note where One went down at. If anyone can wrestle that bird to the ground safely, it would be him."

Goldilocks snapped off a series of unrelenting laser bolts in anger at the enemy ship she'd gotten in her targeting bracket and watched it finally disintegrate after overwhelming it's shields. A warning warble from her R9 unit came and she mashed her booted foot down on the etheric rudder pedal. The X-wing's stern slew around to the left, swinging her out of the TIE wingman's line of fire while pointing the nose of the snubfighter right at the ship as it sailed past. She punched the TR-20 over ninety degrees, hauled back on the stick, then completed the inversion and dove down onto the squint's tail sending kilojoules of scarlet energy into the ball cockpit. Five nudged the stick and shot through the fiery explosion that had erupted.

Now that the rest of the 18th Roving Line were moving into place as the Empyrean and the Dirigible-class corvettes joined the Free Lothal in the fray, the real fun would begin.

As noted on the scans, there was a flight of TIEs inbound for Rogue Squadron's base ship for this mission, and a TIE/ad who had just finished a strafing run on the vessel and was now targeting the Mandalorian who had launched with them..

[ Rogue Six... Let's swat those flies off the Lothal. ]

 

[Doran Ren]

Location: Entering orbit above Dagobah​

Allies: All FO personal, [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Marriskcal Lati"]​

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Doran had actually never been to the Dagobah system before. He thought to himself about the recent events in his life as he stared into the brilliant blue of lightspeed. He had a new master, the daughter of Master Kyrel, Varas. He had also received significant wounds from the battle of lothal, and the conflict at the bastion of Ren. After his hands on experience with force lightning he was now obsessed with the force ability, even bringing it into the creation of his brand new armor. The young Ren grinned as his claw like gauntlets clanked against the control board on his TIE Silencer. He laid back in his sleep and allowed himself to close his eyes and drift to sleep.

What seemed like moments later, Doran's fighter lurched out of hyperspace into the vast darkness above the swamp planet. The young Ren groaned and sat up, quickly feeling some form of disturbance. He looked far into the distance to see a cluster of capital ships, and the green and red bolts of plasma being flung at each ship. He quickly accelerated and began to move towards the apparent battle. He opened his Ren comms and contacted master Kyrel who had summoned him to Dagobah, as well as the young praetorian who's presence he could sense. "Master, sister, what is going on here? Who are we engaging?"

 

[The Private]

The cannons of the TIE fired and the reverberations coursed through the small cockpit as he closed the distance on the enemy ship. The bright lights of the ion beams reflected off the gloss black of his visor and he could almost taste the kill like a shot of liquor sliding down his throat. That lasted for about half a second. The corvette sized freighter opened fire. Blast of light filled the space between them in what felt like every direction possible. Warning klaxon's blared in the cockpit and he watched as the icon for his wingman turned to red. Another, compatriot winked out of existence for a purpose that the brain of a simple pilot could hardly understand much less get behind.

"Chit." he said to himself.

He threw his TIE into evasive action but he had committed to the attack run. He was close, too close to avoid the onslaught of the turrets that had almost definitely been held back to draw them in for what they thought would be a solid kill. He felt the TIE shake and a bright flash to his left drew his attention as a beam of hot energy ripped off one of his wings. The concussion of the explosion sent him into a rotating spin and he only had attitude adjustments on one side left. The TIE barreled off into the black like a piece of spinning space junk, which was probably a good representation of his career if he survived this. The First Order didn't exactly give pats on the head for failure with a nice "You'll get them next time.". If someone picked him up at all, he would be lucky to just get a reprimand. If he wasn't luck he would probably be looking at a whole helluva lot worse. He suddenly wished he had listened to his parents and become an accountant.

[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Jorus Merrill]

[member="The Private"]

"Cease fire on that TIE," Jorus snapped, watching the ball cockpit spiral away. "Tractor, snag him. Hangar, prep for incoming."

The D'Lessio had a tiny hangar and a single tractor/pressor. For a target as small and simple as the middle of a TIE, that would be plenty. The cockpit was at close range, too. It took perhaps thirty seconds to drag the ball cockpit into the hangar, where it smushed the rack of speeder bikes with extreme prejudice.

Crew converged: techs to disarm anything volatile, folks with fire extinguishers, and security types to politely but firmly take their guest into custody.

OOC: Snagged by permission.

 

[Cale Gunderson]

Location: Coming in Hot
Allies: ORC, AiE, [member="Ava Cartwright"], [member="Jax Rhane"], [member="Rayf Vigil"]
Enemies: [member="Cynthia Alucard"], [member="Vlannem Pox"], [member="Castor Ren"], FO Pilot NPCs
Objective: Rebel


Better late than never.

His ship screamed out of hyperspace, scans IDing as Galactic Alliance, which either meant it was stolen before the collapse or that he was on the side of the light, for his sake he hoped the Lothal assumed the latter as he raced towards it, guns locking into a forward position. Cale didn't bother to check who the Alliance flyers were, the force told him all he needed to know. They were who he could've flown with, the best of the best, Rogue Squadron.

The YT-2400 he'd managed to acquire by selling off the Silver Jedi fighter wasn't really built with combat in mind, but it did have the ability to carry cargo, which meant Cale would have to compensate when it came time to slug things out, like now. The canons roared to life, red bolts racing through the void and colliding with the some of the TIE flight Cartwright had called out for Rogue Six.

Inside the speeding freighter, the shell of a Jedi Knight kept his gaze locked forward, on the enemy. No rules, no masters, no code, in this moment he was free to fight the dark however he damn well felt like. And right now, he felt angry.

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Allies: ORC | [member="Ava Cartwright"] | [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]​

Enemies: FO | [member="Suki Klev"] (eventually engaging) | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Omari Vyken"]​

Equipment: Service Weapon, Combat Vibroknife, Survival Kit, Wits, Charm ​

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TR-20 X-Wing​

Dagobah Swamps​

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Rayf gave a small shout upon awakening.

Through blurred vision, Rogue Leader assessed his general condition. First, he examined the bird and then he looked himself over. A visual inspection confirmed all four wings were more or less intact, and emergency power was enough to pull up an electronic readout on the rest. His landing gear had been shorn off from the sheer force of landing, there was damage to the right engine, but his left sublight was completely shot. He tried to calculate if it was possible to break Dagobah's orbit on a single engine, but after the Corellian started feeling light headed he decided to gamble on probably.

Only when he had concluded it might be possible to fly again did the pain of his own condition register. There was a wretched feeling in his lower abdomen that implied at least one cracked rib, his left shoulder felt like it was dislocated, and when he at last fumbled for the cockpit release to lift himself out of the smoking canopy, a deeply unpleasant sensation in his ankle left little doubt it was at least sprained. From the way he seemed to be losing time on the crawl out onto swampy land, there was also a probable concussion to contend with.

"R9, you still with me big guy?" Commander Vigil called out after considerable effort. A moaning wail from the astromech let him know that at least its positronic brain hadn't fried, "Repairs. We gotta make repairs..."

He had left both the emergency tool and medkits in a compartment to one side within the cockpit. After nearly doubling over trying to clamber back on board, he braced himself against the starfighter, and shifted all his leverage into his left shoulder as he rammed it against hull. Overwhelming agony forced a scream out of his lungs, sending a fire through his abdomen as they strained against damaged ribs.

Don't pass out, he chanted to himself over and over again, aware enough at least to know that if he lost consciousness again the next time he recovered might be in the depths of an Imperial gulag.

 

[Suki Klev]

Objective: FOSB recon support for military in the swamps
Gear: Standard issue blaster, 3 Vee-Ex Grenades
Droids: Infiltration Droid, Prowler
Friends: [member="Rolf Amsel"] [member="Omari Vyken"]
Enemies: [member="Azala Kyse"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] (SOON™) ORC and allies
Actions: Infiltration Droid picking up enemy activity Dagobah Campus [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Amea Virou"] [member="Runi Verin"] [member="Daro Tarsi"]

::Ogre, this is Task Force Bogwing. You're coming in broken and unreadable. Try boosting the gain on your comm. I say again, try boosting the gain on your comm. ::

Suki took the opportunity to kneel as she boosted the gain on her comm until the swamp moisture seeped through the “waterproof” fabric of her pants to her warm skin, a jarring, unwelcome intrusion. With a shiver she stood up again, one hand resting on the Prowler.

That trick worked, however, and she could hear the commander’s baritone voice loud and clear. Dark irises focused in on her datapad screen which now held the camera view of the Infilitration Droid as it skimmed right past the ORC contingency that had just landed. Almost taunting with its presence, it curiously zipped around the ship, scanning, measuring and transmitting all of that intelligence back to Suki.

“Interesting,” she murmured about to let Commander Ansel know, but instead he came booming through her comm again.
::Ogre this is Bogwing. Ogre this is Bogwing. Possible hostile spotted above canopy. X-wing. Interrogative. Are you seeing any unscheduled arrivals? ::

“Negative, but I’ll send the Prowler out to investigate.’

Suki switched off her comms, still keeping an eye on the intel coming in from the probe droid and said, “Go on, Little Buddy.”

The Prowler hovered once and then scooted off to the find the rogue X-wing. It turned its searchlights on low and eventually came upon [member="Rayf Vigil"] transmitting its data back to the FOSB agent. Sure enough, as Bogwing reported, an injured Alliance fighter sat in the swamp with an even more injured pilot. Suki began walking that way, the promise of capturing a live rebel too good to pass up.

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Allies: ORC | @Ava Cartwright | [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]​

Enemies: FO | [member="Suki Klev"] (eventually engaging) | [member="Rolf Amsel"] | [member="Omari Vyken"]​

Equipment: Service Weapon, Combat Vibroknife, Survival Kit, Wits, Charm ​

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TR-20 X-Wing​

Dagobah Swamps​

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It had cost him precious time, but Commander Vigil had finally managed to retrieve his X-Wing's survival kit and the medpac within. There hadn't been enough time to fashion a splint for his leg, but he had at least managed to bandage up his ankle. A quick escape on foot still wasn't in the sabacc cards for him, but at least now the Corellian could limp around instead of simply hobble. Using the last of his gauze, Rayf had likewise wrapped his torso as best he could. It no longer heart to breath, although there was still a constant throbbing pain in his chest whenever he moved.

"No, no, no!" he wheezed in exasperation, swatting R9's magno grip away, "This one goes here, that one goes there!"

The 'Old Man' had wasted no time in setting to work on his patching up the starfighter's remaining impulse engine. Apart from a standard issue survival kit, his cockpit had been stocked with a compact toolkit for spot maintenance and emergency repairs like this one. Careful not to pop his arm back out of its socket, the Alliance pilot eased more pressure onto his hydrospanner until the last bolt was sealed.

"Okay buddy, try it now!" his astromech chirped an affirmative, and for a few seconds the engine seemed to roar to life until it coughed smoke and then erupted in a shower of sparks, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

R9 killed the power, and Rayf exhaled heavily through his mustache. That had been a costly setback, and every moment was precious. His astromech let out a moaning wail.

"I know what you mean, R9," he shook his hand, glancing back around over his shoulder briefly, "This swamp gives me a bad feeling too. It's almost like..."

Drawing his Glie-44 and whirling back around in a single fluid motion, Vigil let off a single resounding shot into the forest beyond. In all this fog and mist it was impossible to tell if he was simply jumping at shadows, but he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a crimson photoreceptor fade from sight. Whether as a result of a lucky shot, or if the foreign droid had backed off to a safer distance he couldn't say.

"Like we're being watched," Commander Vigil finished, holstering his blaster, "Get on board, little guy. Power up those sensors."

His timetable had just been drastically moved up, and he knew he wouldn't get his bird off the ground in time. Glancing around in desperation, he began to size up possible places to take cover. If they sent a small enough team to follow up, there was a chance that he could bushwhack them and finish his repairs before the local garrison could dispatch reinforcements.

 

[Suki Klev]

Objective: FOSB recon support for military in the swamps
Gear: Standard issue blaster, 3 Vee-Ex Grenades
Droids: Infiltration Droid, Prowler
Friends: Rolf Amsel Omari Vyken
Enemies: [member="Rayf Vigil"] (NOW™) ORC and allies
Actions: Infiltration Droid picking up enemy activity

This was the first time, not just in training, but in real life where her droids hadn’t been shot down upon first sight. Not wanting to waste precious time and fearing if she spoke into her comm she might be heard, she only transmitted the enemy coordinates to Commander Amsel and then texted: RED ALERT from Inflitrator Droid. Patch in if you want to see for yourself.

Each footstep made a huge, teeth-scraping, squelching sound, so loud to Suki that she was almost hesitant to move forward, but with eyes on the Prowler she knew she could not standby idly when an enemy was so close. For the time being the pilot was so focused on his repairs that she may have the element of surprise after all.

In no time, the FOSB agent was a short hundred meters away, but she wasn’t that experienced in catch and capture or even catch and kill. Leaning against a large moist tree for cover, she ordered the probe droid to make itself known, more for a distraction than anything. Her target was getting antsy and she could not tell whether his ship repairs had been successful.

Her own voice came blaring out of the Prowler, robotic and mechanical sounding: “Halt! Identify yourself.”

As it hovered before the rebel pilot and his astromech, Suki snuck closer, her blaster trained on the man.

 

[Erick Von Strauss]

Location: Rounding Dagobah
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: ORC and its allies


As Erika's ships rounded the system, she grew weary as nothing, not even a fighter approached her ship. It was too perfect, she knew that by now she had to be on the radar of at least one ship. It was impossible from her understanding that no one would not be able to see her approach. She pressed a button on her command chair that allowed her to speak to both ships within her battlegroup. "All crew, be vigilant, keep your heads on a swivel, have dedicated radar men. If anything blips, fire a spread of lasers. If it is anything like a missile or torpedo lock on with our own missiles and shoot it down." None of her crew responded, they just went to work per her exact orders. She enjoyed the relative quietness, her crew's efficiency was extremely high and the silence allowed everyone to be focused on the task at hand.

She waved her XO over and whispered into his ear, "Have the taskmaster deploy the rest of its complement, the squadron of the TIE/RB XIX's and the one Deliverance gunship that I had to bribe another Captain to get. Task one squadron of fighter to defend the bombers and another to defend the gunship. Leave the interceptors for our protection. Keep the bombers around the Taskmasters and everything else get into a staggered formation around Der Flugel, but I want the gunship on the lower starboard side, it is relatively safer there." The XO nodded and began to rapidly press buttons on his holopad. Within second the hangar bays opened and out flew the bombers and the gunship. All of the escorts gathered around their targets, then they got into formation. They still continued to round the system.

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Erika Von Strauss"]

Engaging with 6th Fleet
Near them

Things weren't going well, but they weren't going bad either. Jada watched as the ball of fighters and the small FO flotilla moved closer. She'd received no replies over comms. Which to her meant her comrades were nose into the yoke, and clenching their rears tight as blaster bolts and missiles skittered about.

"Looks like a job for me then."

She fired her drives half burn, and unlocked a coolant line. Rads and smoke began to billow from her port side. Another fire of her altitude thrust er sent her slowly turning. Another button deployed twin cry baby modules, broadcasting a fake IFF of two ORC X-Wings.

Last she changed her own IFF tag, registering as an FO Gas Hauler vessel.

The stage was set.

"6th fleet, 6th fleet this is FNV Hauler Tango, calling a mayday! I'm under attack by ORC vessels! I need to land in your hangars!"

Now she just had to wait...

 

[Erick Von Strauss]

Location: Rounding the system, much closer to the ORC Fleet
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: ORC and their Allies
Engaging: [member="Jada Raxis"]

Erika heard the pitter-patter of boots hurriedly walking to her command chair. Without even turning around she extended a hand. A communications officer put a holopad in her hand, it had a voice recording, "6th fleet, 6th fleet this is FNV Hauler Tango, calling a mayday! I'm under attack by ORC vessels! I need to land in your hangars!" She put the holopad back in the officer's hand. Erika waved over the XO and whispered into his ear. "Have the guns target the 'gas hauler'. Alos, have the Taskmaster use one of its Mark 26 HARM systems to target it after the initial volley, we don't want it to know we are targeting it." The XO nodded and began to rapidly send word to each of the gun teams along the port side via his holopad and the Taskmaster. She was the one who broke the silence, "Send a line to that 'gas hauler'." She spoke with a tone that disguised her true meaning. "FNV Hauler Tango, we will engage the hostiles on your tail, please do not mind the rotations of the laser batteries." The turbolaser and ion cannon batteries began to rotate locking on to their target.

"You may fire when ready." As she ended her sentence, green and blue laser fire erupted from the 133 port side gun batteries (consisting of Turbolasers, ion cannons, point-defense laser cannons) targeting the "Gas Hauler." As the first volley left the barrels of the turbolaser and ion cannons the Taskmaster targeted the ship with its Mark 26 HARM GMWS, launching 12 of its Mk 60 Homing-Advanced Retaliation Missiles. It was a mistake to say FNV instead of FIV, Erika noticed this right away in the voice recording right away, this is how she knew that it wasn't a real First Order gas hauler.

 

[Jada Raxis]

[member="Erika Von Strauss"]

Engaging with 6th Fleet
Near them

OOC: Nice. Can I have your ships specs?

"Feth me."

At the last moment she tried to juke, but it was no use. Luckily Jast vessels were built with redundant shield gen's which is about the only thing that saved her. From their retractable ports her Chaff Gun and Ion Cannon slid forth.

One burped flechette steel shrapnel bits into the air, absorbing several of the missiles, shredding them as they passed through. The Ion cannon fired short intervals, knocking heads with another missile, frying its systems. The last impacted her port side, detonating with ruble that rattled her teeth.

The major hit came from the laser batteries, which smashed against her front, splashing over her shields with flashes of blue.

One alarm went haywire, red lights flashing, klaxon blaring.

She'd lost her primary shields and was down to one quarter backup.

Another hit like that and I'm toast!​

One hand worked the pannel, reconnecting her coolant line, and closing the radiation shroud on the reactor.

The other rammed the yoke forwards, sending her into a steep dive. She raced full throttle underneath the Lead vessel.

The jigs up I suppose.​

"All ORC be advised this incoming fleet on your scanners has some whopping cannons. I'm hit and in need of assistance."​

Just in case she began to spin up another plan in her head. But it required her staying under the fleet, where it'd be much harder for their main cannons to target her.....