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Hyperspace. It was peaceful. It was an escape from the realities lf the world. Yet still, there was danger here. It was a danger conquered by sentient beings long ago and now, they were it’s masters. So too would be the fate of Kuat at the hands of Nikolai Kolchak and his men.

 

Each ship commander had been briefed. Each had had time to ask questions. Now the tome had come to fulfill their word to the Rebellion. Some had bristled at their new commanding officer; but each had taken his or her orders in stride.

 

And so, as the fleet under Vice Admiral Kchak’s command slipped from the protective glove of hyperspace along the allotted route, not a word needed transmitted. Any word that need said was long since spoken. Men knew their orders.

 

at a glance from Captain Jobes, the Admiral nodded, his face set in grim determination. That was enough for the captain, “Yipeekiayeah” He said to no one but himself before pointing to his helmsman and then forward. The Assassin class corvette, Rebound, surged forwards without a moments delay, the rest of the Imperial Gunner task force surging around them. It had been but a moment since they had fallen from hyperspace and the attack was already pressed. Blaster fire tore from their cannons as they descended downwards towards the single battery that now stood against them. The hope was that before battles stations could even be called the hell riding corvettes would be upon them like a swarm of dardanellian locusts.

 

Behind them, lurking at the edge of the battlefield, Bikadinir and Divine Justice drifted, cannons taking aim as they began to spew forth turbolasers in support of the swarm.

 

Sheltered in the wake of the cruisers

Bllodsteele stood, a sentinel, awaiting their call of need.

 

“From frying pan into fire.”

 

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FALLEN IDOL IMPERIAL FLEET
 

Imperial Gunrunners

Hit and Run Tactics

Experience: Green

 

REBOUNDS

CR92a Assassin Class Corvette: Rebound 2/1

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 3 2/1

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 4 2/1

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 5 2/1

RAVAGERS
Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 6 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 7 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 9 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 2 2/1

KEEPERS

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 1 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 2 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 3 2/1

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 5 2/1


 

Reborn Allegiance

Destroyer Group: Focus Fire - Turbolasers

Experience: Green


JUSTICE

Hammerhead Class Cruiser: Divine Justice 9/9

BIKADINIR
Mandalorian Cruiser: Bikadinir 9/9

 

BloodSteele

Medical / Engineering Task Force

Experience: Green


RESPITE

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Merciful Touch 3/3

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Raven’s Touch 3/3

RESCUERS

Zebulon-B Frigate: Mecha Metal 3/3

Nargi-class Pursuit Frigate: Watchman 3/3

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majesty 3/3

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majestic 3/3

 

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The Black Bracer dropped out of hyperspace, an ugly bulk of a ship blotting out the stars behind it. Seconds behind it, The Broken Bullet and The Moon Beetle followed, taking cover behind their heavily armored lead ship.

 

On the bridge of The Black Bracer, Commander Jaden Jorus grimaced.

 

"They're kriffing everywhere! Where's the...wait...officer, pull up an image of the Hammerhead, combat zone 33-A"

 

The holographic image of a Hammerhead-class cruiser filled the space above the command console.

 

That's...that's the Divine Justice! Kolchak! That stitched-up scrap of imperial boot-leather is here!?

 

The sounds of turbolaser fire echoed in Jorus's memory, calling up starkly detailed memories of an old asteroid base on the edge of the galaxy. It was the noise that had woken him up, and for a few seconds he'd thought the boys we're playing a holovid in the next room. When he'd gone to shout at them to keep it down, he'd seen that same ship bearing down, turrets blazing. No hailing, no warning, just death raining on the base. The hangar and the medical bay had already been shredded in the first salvo, and as he watched the mess hall dissolved into glowing scraps of metal and scorched rations drifting in space. 

 

Jorus had been one of the only ones to survive, and the only one not to get captured and executed by that hatchet of a commander.

 

Alright Kolchak...I've got the bigger ship now. Let's see you scurry.

 

"Prepare missile salvos," he called as Our Velvet Ire dropped out of hyperspace behind the cover of The Black Bracer and activated its stealth tech. "Launch fighters. All gunners prepare for a tight firing theater. I aim to scrape some paint. I'm sending you targets. Commence firing on my mark!"

 

 

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Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 

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“So, you can see that I had your interests in mind, Talons,” Johanna quipped, pointing at the holograph of the Kuat Drive Yards orbital ring. Around her, some just sitting next to the hangar, others standing, and some perched on the wings of their transport gunships, the two hundred sapients of Talon Company surrounded their final briefing. The clatter and chaos of Wrecking Machine’s hangar was hardly an ideal location for this briefing, but the distance between her and those in the back ring of sapients mattered little. The systems in their armor--a host of holocams and mics that patched directly into the holoprojectors in their gauntlets and goggles--rendered the lousy acoustics a meaningless hindrance. “This is exactly the kind of mission that the Bridge Rush was preparing us for. Questions?”

 

“Yarrr, Cap’n. So, once she’s ours, is fleet sending over a crew to man her guns?”

 

“Negative, Norris. This is strictly a smash-and-grab, and we get the smashy part. Anyone else? No? We have seven minutes and thirty-two seconds before realspace, and we’ll be off the deck ten seconds before that. Good luck, Talons; strike hard!”

 

There were echoes, refrains of similar phrases, and then the briefing was over. The rings of marines dispersed and made for their gunships--a smattering of refurbished LAATs that might have taken straight from the wreck of a Venator-class Star Destroyer to a set of more modern assault shuttles. There were only two hundred of them left--the remnants of the Talon program that had transformed thousands of freedom-loving sapients into Sith-killers. Bryce, clad in her plastoid armor, fretted over her carbine in an attempt to distract herself from the thousands of what-if scenarios. After the numerous disasters that prefaced the death of the Galactic Alliance, this was going to be her first mission independent from Admiral Slaughter’s command--and in command of his beloved Talon Company.

 

But also the first time that she had finally been on the offensive since the catastrophe at Coruscant. Forcing a smile onto her face, Johanna cycled her rifle one last time then strode to her LAAT gunship. A helping hand dragged her into the passenger compartment from just above her elbow… and then there was nothing left to do but wait.

 

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And then the quiet of hyperspace was shattered by the discord of realspace. A scarred Mandalorian battlecruiser, rechristened the direct and unflattering monicker Wrecking Machine, pierced into Kuat’s orbit, surrounded by a host of frigates, corvettes, and one more modern Bothan Assault Cruiser. From their hangars a swarm of X-Wings and other snubfighters and transports spewed out. On the bridge of Wrecking Machine, a raspy old Mon Calamari voice rumbled out a single command over and over: “Spool them up, spool them up.”

 

While the Neo-Kandosii-class Battleship might have boasted the majority of the squadron’s firepower, the deadliest weapon in the entire squadron was housed aboard the Bothan Assault Cruiser Heraldric. The blocky ship housed enough transceivers and sensor jammers to render communication difficult on a planetary scale, and if her crew was able to wind up their electronics warfare suite in time, it might buy them several minutes before the Sith were able to mount an effective response.

 

And in this situation, with dozens of warships bearing down on Kuat Drive Yards and hundreds of sapients rushing towards the garrison’s Golan Space Station in their fragile spacecraft, minutes were worth men.

 

Element Dar'Manda

Destroyer Group [Railguns]

Experience: Green

Neo-Kandosii-class Battleship Wrecking Machine 20/20

 

Patrol Group Colonia

Defensive Escort (Suppressing Fire)

Experience: Green

Bothawui Wing

Carrack-class Light Cruiser Spoilsport 3/3

Warrior-class Frigate Dragoon 2/1

DP20 Frigate Sophie 2/1

Senth-class Picket Ship Constitution 2/1

Senth-class Picket Ship Badger 2/1

Yevetha Wing

Carrack-class Light Cruiser Allegiance 3/3

Warrior-class Frigate Lancer 2/1

DP20 Frigate Cutlass 2/1

Senth-class Picket Ship Currahee 2/1

Senth-class Picket Ship Patriot 2/1

 

Task Force Carbonari

Electronics Warfare Pod (Information Control)

Experience: Green

Bothan Assault Cruiser Heraldric 9/9

Sacheen-class Light Escort Tanto 3/3

Sacheen-class Light Escort Lanvarok 3/3

Senth-class Picket Ship Iskallon 2/1

Senth-class Picket Ship Nebula 2/1

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Qaela's Fleet, edge of battle

 

Four large ships reverted from hyperspace in close formation, only to find themselves in the middle of a sensor jamming blanket. Qaela stood on board the Herløv and frowned in displeasure at this fact, even as her ships began attempting to scan the region and get an idea of what was going on. The tactical holos on the bridge remained a distorted static as their sensors were unable to properly identify the hundreds of ships, stations, shipyards, and other structures in their immediate vicinity. She could see small specs of light on her viewscreen, but not identify yet what they were and what it was she was here to destroy.

 

This jamming would partially explain why Governor Ornkala had given such a poor showing so far, but not entirely. His failure to have already rallied a defense or even to have allowed such an attack so close to the shipyards was unforgivable. Unless he proved himself in the next few minutes, it was likely that his time among the living was quite short. Perhaps, given the Spider's blessing, she would be able to rive his soul.

 

"Start working on punching through that jamming," she ordered. This wasn't exactly an Outer Rim planet, there were thousands of various comm and sensor satellites and relays in the area, so the jamming would only hold for so long before at least some communications could start punching through and she could begin rallying the Sith garrison to the defense. Until then, she would have to content herself on waiting until her ships could break through the jamming or at least get in close enough to visually identify and fire upon targets.

 

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Golan Defense Station

 

Major Hogorens was in the command center of the Golan Defense Station Echo-Two when everything went off at once. Alarms were blaring and klaxons were pounding into his skull like drums. To his complete and utter shock, ships began pouring into the space around his station and began launching scores upon scores of fighters. It didn't take a genius to figure out these were not Sith Imperial forces which meant they had to be Rebels.

 

Despite the surprise of the audacity and close range in which the Rebels had managed to jump in, he began barking orders out and summoning the crew to general quarters. Shields struggled to go up, but enemy shots hit their station and blasted holes into it including where the shield generators had been housed. With a grimace of frustration, Hogorens watched as the unprepared and partially staffed gunnery crews began opening fire at the incoming ships, but their efforts were hampered by the sudden jamming that was scattering their range finders. More gunners would start getting to position, but that would take some time as they struggled to get into their turrets. Until then, he could only stand by as he saw landing craft head towards him.

 

Running to the small weapons locker in the command center, he used his authorization code to open it and began distributing weapons and sidearms to the crew there. If the enemy wanted to come on board, he would do his best to make sure they had a hot welcome.

 

 

* * * * * * *

 

Shipyard Zone 24

 

The Sith, upon capturing Kuat, had immediately ordered massive production of war materiel and ships. The Kuati elite, more loyal to credits than politics, was generally more than eager to accept the Sith contracts and begin building mighty Star Destroyers and smaller supporting ships for the Empire's war effort. Even though some of the rank and file workers might have had some qualms about serving new masters, the Sith were providing jobs and money to put food on their family's table. There had been some early issues of sabotage of some of the Sith efforts, but those had been brutally punished and generally, the workers had shaped up and did their jobs as required.

 

That didn't mean that those workers had forgotten or changed their beliefs.

 

There were some among the population of Kuat who were still loyal to the Imperial Remnant and bitterly opposed the invading Sith. While the most vocal of opponents had quickly been identified and rounded up by the Inquisition, there were still many who were smart enough to keep their opinions very close to the chest. As with almost any occupied planet, underground resistance formed to oppose the Sith Empire and, after months and months of planning, had managed to get people into the right place at the right time to make a stand.

 

In Shipyard Zone 24, the Sith had been building up more of its Kyber class Star Destroyers. Three were now almost complete, waiting for its crews to embark. In addition to those three, there were also two Victory II Star Destroyers also all but ready to be christened, and another six Kyber Destroyers in various late stages of construction, but not yet ready for deployment.

 

Rebel sympathizers had altered schedules and falsified reports to where these ships were all but empty of any but Rebels and a handful of Sith loyalists. When the Rebels had arrived as planned, their allies within the shipyards were ready, but they still needed help overwhelming the small number of Sith troopers and crew that they had not been able to get removed from the schedule.

 

Seeing the Rebel attack, hundreds of Rebel resistance members went to action attacking and killing or detaining those that they could and beginning the process of detaching the five ships that were ready so they could depart. Even so, their risk was tremendous as it didn't take long for the rest of the Shipyard Security forces to realize what was going on and start sending dozens and hundreds of Sith troopers to these ships to attempt to quell the insurrection. Without reinforcements from the Rebel fleet, the resistance members would quickly be overrun and slaughtered without mercy.

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Corvettes dropped out of hyperspace, all quiet in the void of space as the fleets approached the docking station. Everything was quiet until the first shots were fired then all hell broke loose. Ships fired back and forth throwing bolts and beams at each other, some taking actual damage while other's shields held up just fine. Space battles were extremely dangerous to begin with, but a full on invasion between offender and defender like this made for worthwhile sights, so thought a Chieftain. Within one of the Corvettes, soldiers prepped their weapons or were ready for their mission. 

 

Amongst these soldiers were the squadron of four Trandoshans, the Nudono War Pack lead by Vox Stormblood, the rightful Chieftain of the entire tribe. Previously they fought on Chandrila, storming and taking the capital from what many called, "Mandolorians." They fought hard and well, and the squad would have had three more of their kin with them of one wasn't busy repairing equipment and the other two injured on Nar Shadaa. It would make things a lot easier if they weren't injured. But the armor was too damaged, one of them were shot in the chest, the other his arm broke and half his side burnt to blackened scales. But four would do. 

 

Vox readied his weapons and armor, setting aside the large yet empty ammunition crate that once held the primitive yet useful spikes for their weapons. He still didn't like the fact that Chaox's arms were exposed, but the younger brother made it a point that the armor and cloth were torn to shreds. Best have no armor than have shards stabbing into your scales. Equinox wielded his shield as well as Rylast, both of them hold Puncture Rifles; grenade propelling weapons, and we're ready for combat. As they finished loading up, the only leftover equipment that were left were a few spare grenades and several clips which all found their way to packs and such. 

 

They did not want to wait around, leaving the main hall where they geared up and followed a group of soldiers, amongst the crowd, and boarded a shuttle. Everyone seemed to be on edge, anticipation keeping them that way. Some were scared, some ready to kill, others willing to do what they can to make the galaxy peaceful again. But the Nudono War Pack? They made a deal with the Old Empire, and they were holding up their end of the bargain. Chaox tapped the side of his gun, holding it to his side as the shuttle, the Corvette for that matter, shook violently. 

 

Alarms were blaring loudly as the shuttle closed and the main hangar doors opened. The Corvette was close enough to launch it's ground team, however not close enough to become the primary target. Through a sliver of a window space, Vox could see the Corvette being shot at, it's shields taking the brunt of the hit, but swiftly they grew closer to their destination. The station, in all its glory, was well defended, fighter pilots covered the shuttles that grew closer to the bay however many of them already destroyed from the opposing threat. 

 

The fighters took out turrets at the docking bay and around it, either successful, unsuccessful, blown to bits, or all three. Equinox glanced at his elder brother and could only imagine the look upon Vox's face. Vox was in a mix of excitement and worry. It would be very few minutes until they reached their objective, then the real fight would begin. 

 

 

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Sith Fleet under Command of Qaela

Spoiler

 

Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 2XP

Assigned Callsign: Herløv

Kyber class Star Destroyer Herløv (20/20)

 

Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Missiles]: Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Lightsbane

Imperial II class Star Destroyer Lightsbane (20/20)

 

Sith Empire Rapid Intervention Escort: Deadly Response

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Glutton's Shadow

Neutron Star-Class Bulk Cruiser Shadow's Sleight (9/9)

Gladiator II-Class Star Destroyer Gleeful Glutton (9/9)

 

 

 

Sith Fleet under Command of Nok

Spoiler

 

Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 

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So the sith had arrived, and in equal numbers. She could feel the back of her neck prickle with the excitement and Raven looked up to the Admiral who calmly looked back at her. His grey hair and imperial knight armour gave him the appearance of astounding calm and grace, and the stare that he returned was equally reassuring. 

 

“The force shall guide us Empress. Do not ye fret.” 

 

Valiston Alekseyev turned to a lieutenant and spoke several commands that the Lieutenant quickly dispersed amongst the bridge crew. The would survive this. 

 

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Fleet command under Raven Nasra

 

Spoiler

 

Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Besh

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Deton-Rusic |3/3|

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Admiral-Fish |3/3|

Fresh

DP20 Corvette Bel-Ilbis |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Mothma |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Skywalker |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Tarkin |2/1|

Cherek

KDY Ton-Falk-Class cruiser-carrier Ghost of Carida |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Covert Strike Force

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Dorn

Victory I-class Medium Cruiser Ancillary Justice |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship

Taskforce Experience Green

Under command of Admiral Valiston Alekseyev - Imperial Knight

- Assigned Callsign - 

Aurek

KDY-Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Misericordia |20/20|

Axial Weapon Upgrade

 

 

Fleet command under Nikolai Kolchak

Spoiler

Rebel Alliance Imperial Gunrunners 

Hit and Run Tactics

Experience: Green

 

REBOUNDS

CR92a Assassin Class Corvette: Rebound |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 3 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 4 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 5 |2/1|

RAVAGERS
Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 6 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 7 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 9 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 2 |2/1|

KEEPERS

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 1 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 2 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 3 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 5 |2/1|


 

Rebal Alliance Reborn Allegiance

Destroyer Group: Focus Fire - Turbolasers

Experience: Green


JUSTICE

Hammerhead Class Cruiser: Divine Justice |9/9|

BIKADINIR
Mandalorian Cruiser: Bikadinir |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance BloodSteele

Medical / Engineering Task Force

Experience: Green


RESPITE

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Merciful Touch |3/3|

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Raven’s Touch |3/3|

RESCUERS

Zebulon-B Frigate: Mecha Metal |3/3|

Nargi-class Pursuit Frigate: Watchman |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majesty |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majestic |3/3|

 

 

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The battery above the hangar was difficult to avoid. Rounds upon rounds of fire zipped past the various deployed troop carriers and the fighter pilots that helped cover their run. Although an arduous yet fast mission, the piracy of these ships were dependant of the task forces and their numbers. Arriving much closer than before, the pilots of the transport the Nudono were on could see major dog fight in the open hangar, many rebels who have been on the station in secret and many loyal Sith Imperials. The pilots gave their passengers a notice that they were going into a live firefight and to be ready. 

 

The rebel soldiers readied their blasters as the Trandoshans readied their rifles, the Shield Brothers strapping the massive tower shields to their forearm for better stability. Exhaling out of anticipation, Vox cocked his Puncture, his heart racing but showed no signs of stress nor concern. He trusted everyone else would do their jobs, and his War Pack would do theirs. Just as they grew closer two of the few cannons of the battery above exploded with brilliance, however that didn't stop the others from firing though it was brief. The transport, tagged alongside two others, landed in the hangar as several Imperial soldiers concentrated fire upon the ships. 

 

The doors opened and troops poured out, using loose cargo crates and containers for cover. Some men and women were already downed, and the troops that rushed ahead were in cover. If only they had their own shields. The War Pack hopped from the right side of the ship that was more exposed than the left, Equinox and Rylast already up front as they blocked heavy blaster bolts for Chaox and Vox. Now or was their turn. 

Wasting no time Vox and co. moved forward rather swiftly toward the enemy, more transports that didn't get shot down landed and many squads of Rebels spewed forth, but the Chieftain didn't know how many more were going to assault the station. They more or less jogged, a slow run that allowed them time to carefully pick their shots.

 

The hangar was large enough for the Vox and Chaox to throw Incindiary Grenades, either missing by a good foot or nailing a couple or more Sith troops. From those to Spike Grenades, most of the explosives were used up save for the spates which they saved just in case. The blasters grew louder as the Trandoshan team quickly closed the gap in a space between some barricades, separating the Rebels who were trying to close in from the first massive Star Destroyer. There was still quite a ways from it though, and in old Nudono fashion they'd need to rip and tear through their foes. Upon the first few who attempted to take the reptilians by surprise they weren't expecting shot grenades at all, being blasted away or crippled by Chaox and Vox while the Shield Brothers covered front and used their Punctures to relieve the soldiers of their footing and possibly limbs. Shots were missed and shots were on point. 

 

Between containers Imperials took cover and fired above as more awaited below shot from the sides and awaited for any foolish to attempt a rush. Those "foolish" brandished shields, and they were coming in heavy and fast. The two brothers behind the Shields fired just above the two wielding them, Puncture grenades hitting the limbs or near the enemy. They had the high ground, now they were missing arms and legs. Passing through the middle, the shields were angles to allow some coverage from the side, but not full. This was where Chaox and Vox would begin the onslaught. 

 

Grabbing the first troop they saw, the two Trandoshan soldiers pulled them into a head lock and used their bodies as cover. Grenades were propelled at enemy units, they'd taken care of the few out of however many were present. Vox was quick to throw the man at his fellow soldiers, another catching him, Vox immediately switched to melee. Swinging the end of his Puncture, the large blade easily sliced through armor and biting deeply into flesh. He spun and decapitated another soldier who turned the corner, and wielding the Spiker from his side unloaded an entire clip on the two soldiers that weren't in cover. This wasn't without consequence when laser bolts blasted his right shoulder pauldron, cracking it but not destroying it and two more hitting the back plating and frontal chest plate. Still Vox continued to fire, taking cover long enough for a few Rebel soldiers to make their way past the most uncovered barricade and begin to bring support. 

 

Chaox did the same, however fared differently. For the Second Lieutenant, it was all but a fun and dangerous game. He went the opposite direction just a few feet from Vox, the Shield Brothers taking out enemies from the front while he handled the right. Using a Mauler, Chaox wielded his Punctures bladed portion and rushed the soldiers, bolts singing as they scraped passed his scaly naked arms and pelting the armored torso, either blackening or cracking those portions of the plates. The Pact Armor was built to fall apart in case too much damage was taken, this ensured that it's bearer weren't being cut or impaled by loose pieces. That said, the first batch Chaox charge either remained or began to back up, either way they were dead. 

A fierce roar followed by deep loud laughter marked the first death, Chaox impaling his victim in the gut with a large blade before forcing the blade swiftly upward, cutting vertically upward. He quickly used the Mauler to blast a soldier just a foot away, a scream followed by the body dropping in agony. Flipping his rifle he then fired grenade rounds at a few unlucky soldiers several feet ahead. He was unfortunately shot in the arm, but the adrenaline and his thick scales allowed Chaox to ignore the sharp pain and continue. That was, until Rebel soldiers caught up and began taking out these sorry fools from behind. 

 

"That was my kill!" Chaox shouted in his Nudono language at the Rebels before Vox snapped over the helmets channel.

 

"Vox, on me! We're closing in on the Destroyer!" This followed by a grumble from the Lieutenant.

 

The four regrouped together as they continued to fight alongside the allies against the common foe. They were certainly closing the gap between them and the massive ship, however they still had many a battle to plunge through. Between these containers and the ship were an open space however soldiers stood in their way. Vox knew this battle was just beginning, the Star Destroyer was stationary but he guaranteed that more enemies were inside waiting. 

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Qaela's Fleet, entering battle

 

Qaela's crew was quick to get into action now that they had been able to take in more of the situation around them. Still, it was frustrating how long it took to establish line of sight communications with infrared lasers, but it was better than nothing with the jamming going on. The Sith's engineers and comms specialists would soon be able to connect with an orbiting comms array to serve as a proxy hub for communications, but until then, this would have to work.

 

Qaela saw the fleet arrayed against them and was eager to fight. The enemy would certainly be going to attack the Shipyards, and that was something that she didn't want. It was crucial that the Sith fleet continue to grow. They needed to cut through the enemy fleet as quickly as possible and try to cut them off from their boarding parties attacking the Shipyards. At least there, they may be able to trap the enemy where the constantly increasing number of Sith reinforcements could wipe them out and save the Shipyards.

 

She saw the enemy fleets forming to attack the new arrivals and quickly selected her targets. Issuing a stream of orders, she began to mentally prepare for the battle ahead. Opening up to the Force, she prepared to feel the delicious taste of hundreds or thousands of deaths to stream over her like a savory waterfall. She also reached out and began searching for any particularly strong Force signatures indicating either fellow Sith or rival Light Side sycophants in the nearby area.

 


Shipyard Zone 24

 

[[For Vox]] Sith Shipyard forces, while initially overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of the Trandoshan led attack, were not entirely incompetent. Since they were not prepared for an attack, there were only a few troopers and a scattering of lightly armed Shipyard Security Forces (SSF) on hand to repel the initial attack. They did what they could, but it was clearly not sufficient. Instead of trying to completely drive off the attack, those in the area focused on slowing down the Rebel incursion. They weren't suicidal in making their stand, but they also weren't going to give up too much ground without a fight.

 

Quick, makeshift traps were laid in key corridors with laser tripwires attached to shape charges. Troopers or SSF officers positioned themselves in fire zones to ambush the advancing enemy as well. Finally, security continually monitored the enemy as they advanced in, guiding and coordinating the responding forces even if they were outnumbered and mostly focusing on harassing. Their ultimate goal was to wait until further reinforcements could continue to stream in and Sith troop transports from Kuat's surface could pour hundreds of heavily armed, battle hardened soldiers into the fray.

 

On board the various ships in Zone 24, Sith forces were still struggling against the insurgency. They took a lot of losses from the sudden revolt, but were quickly regrouping and preparing to sabotage the ships to prevent their escape. The Rebel insurgents had taken the engine rooms, reactor, and bridges of the Destroyers, but were constantly at risk of counterattack from the Sith loyalists.

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He could feel her. His shame, his defeat. His hatred. One of the Imperial Pretenders that he had faced over Borleais. Not Ishmael, the one that had scarred him, but his compatriot who's name escaped him. She was aboard one of the Kyber destroyers that the Rebels were trying to steal, the Subservience, named to taunt the workers that held hatred against the Sith occupation. He was aboard a Sith transport, moving to stop the rebels on board. A taskforce followed behind, three dozen Sith troopers with one task- secure the bridge, and keep it from rebel control. Two Lords waited behind him. He'd requisitioned them from their posts under the name of Lady Darksong for the sole purpose of killing the woman who waited. He's face any repercussions for that action after the battle. The battle was only beginning in the orbit of the massive rings that encircled Kuat, light enough to slip through. A comms device in his ear barked orders from the commanders of the battlefield. His own fleet was only minutes out from the conflict, if not closer. It had taken time to regroup after Corellia, his inexperience leading to delays, which even if only a few minutes, would now impact his effectiveness in the naval theater. 

 

With a shudder and a groan, the transport landed. He could hear blaster fire impact the hull of his transport, the troops around him readying for a bloody landing. The rebels had been prepared. No matter, his forces were only the first wave. Secure a beachhead, and take survivors to the bridge. Take no prisoners. That was his mission, and his hatred fueled him. He could feel her. She was here, in the hanger. More than likely, she could sense him too, though he doubted she'd remember him. It mattered not- He would kill her regardless.

 

An explosion rocked the hangar as a transport was hit by a missile, but its momentum carried it into the rebel forces that had shot it down, killing many of them and scattering the rest as burning wreckage rained upon the battlefield.

 

There was a loud hiss, and the exit ramp slammed the the ground, a hail of blaster fire surrounding him as the troopers behind him opened fire. He moved fast- in a second, he had disembarked, the Lords behind him following his lead as he ignited his twin sabers. A bolt flew by his head and was deflected by the sith behind him into a nearby rebel. Two more charged him. There were always a few who tried to take on Sith- they never survived. He severed the arm of one, kicking him to the ground as he shoved his other saber into the second's chest. Around him, Rebel and Sith forces clashed in a rave-hued battlefield as blaster fire of all colors arced across the hanger.

 

Where was she?

 

He charged a squad of rebels- these ones dressed in work uniforms of the KDY technicians. Traitors. Letting out a cry of fury and seething hatred, he cut them down. Evidently, they had not counted on what it meant to truly face down the Sith empire. The fighting was fierce, but with the second wave being minutes out with the rest of his fleet, the battle would be won quickly if he could hold this hangar. To accomplish that, he'd need to kill every last rebel.

 

 

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Jorus grimaced as more rebel ships dropped out of hyperspace.

 

"Sir! Our long range communications have been jammed! We can't contact our reinforcements."

 

Smart, throw up a smokescreen. But I can see you now.

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Beetle and Bullet, give them a full salvo! Captain Zymo, start lining up your attack run!"


He turned to the navigator.

"Get us in close. Let's give them something to shoot at."

The Black Bracer lurched forward, even as The Moon Beetle and The Broken Bullet lit up the starfield with the firefly glow of a swarm of missiles arcing towards their targets.

 

 

 

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Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

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Standing at near attention, one fist tucked in the palm of the other in the small of his back at the front of the command deck, Nikolai watched out the viewscreen. He did not need sensors or computer monitors to tell him what a hot mess they were in. The defenses before him took withering fire as the comms between the variety of corvettes lit up with decidedly unmilitaristic war whoops and Sith-toned explicatives. 
 

As they pulled up to cone about for another pass, Kolchak saw them; the Sith fleet in waiting. He knew they would not leave such a jewel as Kuat unattended. ’Strike fast and hard’ that was the plan. In truth, that was almost always the plan. When one had a hammer every problem was a nail.

 

And these nails needed driving in.

 

Releasing his fist, Vice Admiral Kolchak snapped his fingers once to get Captain Jobes attention. He then pointed towards one particular ship in the Sith armada. “Zat one first captain. Alert others.”

 

With a salute that he was not even sure the admiral could see, Jobes quickly relayed the orders and as a swarm of angered insects the corvettes turned and fell upon the enemy craft, closing the distance with wasp like zigging agility. Behind them, the Justice and Bikadinir turned, still hanging well enough back so as to shelter the medical and engineering fleet from unprompted Sith aggression, and the dark maw of space was filled with the eruption of turbolasers as they worked in tandem with the swarm of corvettes.
 

 

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Rebel Alliance Imperial Gunrunners 

Hit and Run Tactics

Experience: Green

 

REBOUNDS

CR92a Assassin Class Corvette: Rebound |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 3 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 4 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 5 |2/1|

RAVAGERS
Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 6 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 7 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 9 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 2 |2/1|

KEEPERS

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 1 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 2 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 3 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 5 |2/1|


 

Rebal Alliance Reborn Allegiance

Destroyer Group: Focus Fire - Turbolasers

Experience: Green


JUSTICE

Hammerhead Class Cruiser: Divine Justice |9/9|

BIKADINIR
Mandalorian Cruiser: Bikadinir |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance BloodSteele

Medical / Engineering Task Force

Experience: Green


RESPITE

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Merciful Touch |3/3|

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Raven’s Touch |3/3|

RESCUERS

Zebulon-B Frigate: Mecha Metal |3/3|

Nargi-class Pursuit Frigate: Watchman |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majesty |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majestic |3/3|

 

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The venerable LAAT/i might have been one of the most superbly designed infantry transports and close-air support gunships of the galaxy, but it was old and designed for a cadre of soldiers that demanded little in the way of creature comforts. Johanna swung from a railing in the ceiling by one hand as the larty juked unpredictably through antistarfighter fire, the inertial compensators in the passenger compartment not quite keeping up with the evasive maneuvers. An alarming creaking began to grow louder just above her head; the Talon captain refused to glance upward. The creaky little transport might have been old, but it was spaceworthy, and heavily armed. Yes, certainly spaceworthy, most definitely spaceworthy and completely overhauled by some of the best starship mechanics in the galaxy.

 

Escorted by a squadron of X-Wings, the six LAATis slipped through the antistarfighter screen hastily fielded by the Golan. Not that the transport gunships needed the escort--though large and ungainly they were festooned with turrets and supported the wing-pairs of X-Wings that broke away with their own fire. The initial spike of terror that ran rampant within the interior of the gunships quickly faded, however; their escorts were able to intercept the incoming fighters. 

 

At the last ten seconds before the gunships pierced into the hangar, their chin-mounted guns and turrets snapped forward to riddle the interior of the hangar with laser fire. Though it undoubtedly caused a scene of havoc within the hangar and suppressed any garrison that was entrenched to resist the boarding action, it turned a pristine-white Lambda-class shuttle into heaps of charred wings and wreckage that obstructed the path of two of the gunships. Even in the sealed passenger compartment, Captain Bryce could hear the shouts and curses that rang out over the comm channel.

 

“Frack--frack--frack! Dive--pull up--it's in our lane, we’ll try to--”

 

What the remaining third of the Talon landing force was attempting, Bryce never heard, as the doors of the LAATi slid open to disgorge her and her shock troopers into a ruin of a hangar. They had caught the deckhands in the middle of post-launch cleanup--fueling lines were strewn around their ankles and a personnel carrier sat abandoned in the middle of the rubble, somehow untouched by the fusillade of laser fire.

 

“Leave the deck crew, Talons, leave the crew--only if fired upon.” Bryce shouted into the air at the first whine of small arms fire and the unmistakable whiff of blaster-roasted meat. There was no time to waste for unarmed starfighter crews and even less for prisoners. She and her platoon of thirty shock troopers raced towards the armored bulkhead that separated the rest of the defense station from its hangar and began to infiltrate into the Golan, dispersing into fifteen-man sections that hunted for batteries to disable and sensors to smash. Two of the sections, commanded by Captain Bryce advanced on the bridge, their approach heralded by an unnerving tide of suppressing fire.

 

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(3 post modded duel between Imperial Master/Exorcist Cassandra and Apprentice Mordecai + 2 NPCs)

 

And so the darkness stares back

 

Cassandra, Imperial Exorcist, Master in the Knights, and once Jedi Knight stared with sightless eyes into the expanse of heaven’s field. To the Alliance Marines gathered in the transport, jostling and holding their blaster rifles like mothers cradled babies, she was just another sightless Miraluka in grey plastoid. Some looked at her in awe, most looked on with fear. Some with a burning disgust. That had used to bother her. Every stare had. But it had been many years since such a stare brought a flush to her pale cheeks, and Cassandra cared even less now. There was little time for anger, for lust, for fear. There was only the resolve that came from another mission. Another mission after a long string of missions, another miserable failure or blissful success. Some of the stares felt that way, a negligent uncaring that brought a smile to her lips. That was the stare of a truly veteran soldier, one who had seen as much action as she, and she felt a ting of hope in her own mind for this mission's success. 

 

The Jedi could live and die for hope. The knights lived and died by their ideals. And so Cassandra let her hope slip away to be replaced by the resolve that had hardened the hearts of so many of the Rebels that came from the Imperial Remnant. No matter the cost, they would make the Sith pay dearly for their lives. 

 

She sighed, her hand checking her weapons for the thousandth time and felt the tension in the boarding shuttle begin to spike. 

 

So they were there

 

The shuttle bucked under her feet and she followed the marines down the boarding ramp. Letting her mind settle, she took a breath and expanded her presence in the force. A million presences stretched out before her like blades of grass, and among that grass a single presence called to her. A familiar and dark shadow. She smiled widely. The Sith were here in force, and this one was familiar. Borlieas perhaps? Yes. He had been the one left craven and maimed by Ismael. Another life thrown away for the Sith, but this one was still kicking. And he had faced an Exorcist before. 

 

And when he appeared in the hanger she called in a voice of command to the marines that surrounded her. “Leave the Sithari to me.” 

 

That would spare the marines at least an earlier death than they likely wanted. And she could feel the deaths of the Kuati partisans close now. So she gathered the force to her, letting it flow through her with a well practised ease. She angled towards him, her first lightsabre coming to a fierce glow in her right hand. She normally fought with two, but for now she kept the shoto in reserve on her belt and reached out to the force to her surroundings. They were still dozens of meters away so she would do what she could from range. 

 

His aura of hate was so clear, so concise, so sad. So were the presences beside him. So with a flick of her hand she pulled at the ruins of the shuttle that had spilled its life upon the burning hanger and found its weakness. One of the long Lambada styled wings flew from the hanger floor and threw it upon the trio in an attempt to batter them down like one would a housefly. She held up the sabre in a salute. Her mouth moving in words that carried no sound. Her fingers of her unharmed hand dipping into the pouch at her belt, a fine trickle of powder falling beside her to coat the decking as her hand withdrew.  It was the exorcist's weapon, a salty chalk like substance that enhanced the powers of exorcism.

 

Quoniam novit Dominus...

 

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He could see her lightsaber. Hear her commands. He pointed her out to the lords, and a lightsaber ignited behind him, the red glow mixing with the bright blue of his own to his right, Lord Fahren, a warrior of some skill. The Lord to his left, Lord Xahl, kept his sheathed, pulling on the Force, commanding it to obey as he barely deflected the flung wing, which still wreaked havoc on their lines as troops scattered to avoid it. The lord grunted with effort- his command of the force was admirable, but against a practiced master such as Cassandra, he wouldn't win any fight through brute strength alone.

 

Mordecai charged beside Lord Fahren, his rage no longer unfiltered. He'd let his reckless fury best him before, and paid for it. It wouldn't happen again. Instead, he channeled his fury, sharpening his mind and his movements. He wouldn't be able to keep up with a Master, but he didn't need to. He simply had to give her someone else to think about. He peeled to her right as Lord Fahren moved to her left.

 

"Don't let her finish her ritual." he barked, warning the other Sith. This battle would need to be ended quickly.

 

Mordecai attacked first. Two simple blows in quick succession, to draw her attention, the force aiding in his speed, followed by a thrust from his left saber to her chest. Lord Fahren circled, and as Mordecai struck, so did he, a slash angled for her torso to start as he pressed close to her, inside of what a comfortable range would be. Lord Xahl, who had bide his time to strike, conjuring a bolt of force lightning while he did so, launched said bolt straight down the middle of the battlefield.

 

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And so the first and easiest attack failed. They always did, for the way to victory was rarely an easy path. The anger that filled the trio stained their auras a deep and sickening crimson, their actions spilling out before them like pools of frothing blood. Their anger betrayed them and the force saw through them, and Cassandra, a master of the order of Exorcists let them come, her hand dipping again into her pouch of chalk. 

 

First came the apprentice, the one who Ismael should have slain, barking orders like he was a lord to his peers. He was the easiest to read, and his unbridled rage beat at the force, subduing it with little finesse, its excess spilling out in a vaporous cloud of heated anger. Anger that came from what? What could the young man have experienced that made him so angry? A little slight at not being promoted, a mother favouring a daughter over him? Perhaps it was just anger at the galaxy as a whole, in which case there was little that Cassandra could do to redeem him. Ismael should have not shown mercy, and Cassandra would show none at all. Redemption was something this sith needed to want, and could not be demanded on the end of a lightsabre. This was a war of no quarter, and so the bloody flag flew high. 

 

Two blows came for her from the apprentice and Cassandra let them waste their anger on a slight deflection. Angling the powerful blows away from her by angling her own silver sabre and redirecting the energetic blows off to either side of her. Her footsteps were smooth as she began to spin away from the blows of the second Sith, letting the blow from the sith lord score her armour, cutting a trench through the duraplast instead of her back. It still hurt of course, and here and there she was scorched by the blade along its path, but it was not dangerous. 

 

It was then that she counter attacked, tossing a handful of the salty chalk into the face of the apprentice and the lord, its white powder filling the small space where she had been as she completed her spin. The lightning bolt wasting its energy on her raised sabre. She planted her back foot and dove towards the two Sith (Mordecai and Fahren) Summoning the force to speed her sabre strokes as she pulled at their ankles with the force. An easy move to accomplish, and if it succeeded would result in one or both falling before her blade. Three fast blows for each before she bounded back, letting another handful of the chalk fall to where she had landed. She took another breath, watching the trio through the force, they no longer surrounded her but they were still very dangerous. She took a step towards them.

 

So she drew on the force again, letting the pain from her burns bleed away into the echo of the force. Her mouth moving in words long practised. 

 

 Viam iustorum et...

 

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Mordecai's anger did not stem from anything his opponent suspected. It came from the shame of his previous defeat. It came from his disdain for the Imperial Knights, too cowardly to embrace the dark side and yet too weak willed to fully embrace the light. They were lower than the Jedi even in his eyes. His anger came from those sources, but as the Pretender deflected their blows and threw salt in their eyes, it was directed at her. His previous hold on his emotions easily slipped- He grew bolder. Angrier. He would not lose again. Not here, not now. Not to the Pretender.

 

The salty chalk did its job though. Mordecai and Lord Fahren were forced back, lest their eyes be blinded by the attack. Unblinded and on the defensive now, Mordecai struggled to block the quick attacks- were the attacks directed only at him they would have felled him. But with the attacks directed also at Lord Fahren, it gave them both just enough leeway to block the frenzy of blows. The pull however knocked both duelists off their feet, and while Fahren was lucky enough to roll out of the way from the followup, Mordecai received a gash across his torso for his trouble.

 

Lord Xahl, however, had no such troubles. Left alone, he'd taken his time, his first bolt deflected. He pulled on the suffering of those around him, from the rebel dockworkers, to the injured Sith Troopers, to his injured ally fighting the Master. Lightning crackled at his fingertips, a hint at what was to come. Lord Fahren rolled to his feet, lightsaber in hand and Mordecai followed suit a moment after. The Sith Lord began the attack this time, a flurry of blows coming towards the Imperial Knight, pulling on the force to quicken his movements. Three strikes, as Fahren continued his press into her comfort zone. All he had to do was close the distance... Meanwhile, Mordecai slunk behind her, the pain of his injury adding to his fury and his hatred for the woman. He charged with reckless abandon, the Force strengthening his blows. One from overhead. Another sweeping towards her right arm.

 

 

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An arduous path was always what war provided, given those who participated in it died or lived through the process, long enough to experience said path if they hadn't already. This much was true for the four Trandoshans that fought, the pack leader Vox Stormblood who'd lost most his tribe after being hounded by the Black Cloaks. This was after hijacking a large vessel of theirs, two of the war ships caught up to the smaller one, had he took necessary steps, this hangar would be cleared by now thanks to additional Nudono warriors. They weren't here though, and he was, that failure weighed heavily but Vox needed to move on, keeping the current battle as his only focus. 

 

And here he was, the Chieftain stealing another vessel of theirs. Romulus, Vox thought, was far more knowledgeable than anyone in the tribe of technology, he needed to be to better defend against those Slavers weapons. That was then, this was now, Romulus and the two other soldiers weren't here but Vox and his brothers were. The squad was firing at remaining soldiers, however them taking cover didn't help at all. As a matter of fact, it was only the element of surprise that gained the Trandoshan warriors an upper hand, however they like the rest of the Rebels didn't know what would hit them. 

 

Squadrons of Rebel troops moved forward with a swiftness with the War Pack in tow. They didn't know the true danger right at their feet until it actually happened. What transpired were a series of explosions, small but effective as troops were blown away, knocked down in critical condition or scattered in pieces. Either way, they weren't getting back up. Vox was quick to think, these foes were being clever now, utilizing small traps to slow them down. Be was never a genius when it came to small explosives let alone technology that these outsiders used, that was Romulus' ordeal, his territory. What Vox was, though, was clever. He always found a way around or through any given situation. 

 

Vox stopped, followed by the other three behemoths as they seemed confused. It wasn't until he allowed several squads, pairs, and individual soldiers pass by for a half minute giving him time to reload his weapons. Explosions took place, either by those sorry souls tripping the damned things or figuring a way to bypass them. Either or, time was precious, and the Chieftain didn't want to waste it waiting for too long. In immediate fashion, Vox ordered the two Shield Brothers to block at an angle, facing the shields more outward. If anything, these small explosives would pack a punch and he'd doubt the shields would hold for long. 

 

Sheathing his Puncture, Vox would pull out his Spiker and Mauler. They began to move, double timing their efforts to reach the destination that was so close yet still out of reach. Vox and Chaox used dead bodies to trip some of the traps they came across avoiding a sooner problem, but that only slowed them. They rushed running to near sprints, however were slowed each time they set one of the traps off. the shields themselves, after several trips, were beginning to give way. Rylast and Equinox were clearly sore and held the metal up the best they could, they were forced to use both arms to endure the traps. They closed in quickly to the nearest enemy possible and opened fire, Vox with his Spiker and Chaox with his twin set, spikes flew and some of the Imperial soldiers were nailed. 

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Round one results:

 

Defensive Actions

The Glutton's Shadow rapid intervention task force moves to support the Herlov.

 

Black Bracer heavy brawler task force moves to support the missile destroyers Moon Beetle and The Broken Bullet.

 

Sith starfighters move into intercept positions around the Herlov/Glutton's Shadow and the Moon Beetle/Broken Bullet.

 

Offensive actions

The Herlov and Lightsbane target the Imperial Gunrunners, with the Herlov choosing to engage at point blank range despite leaving itself open to other attacks. This opening salvo costs the Imperial Gunrunners six corvettes and leaves one at half shields. (Two capital ships focusing fire for six damage each, minus two damage for targeting the same group, plus Qaela chose to focus on the Hellriders costing them three corvettes)

 

The Reborn Allegiance destroyer group targets the Herlov, with support from the Imperial Gunrunners. The Glutton's Shadow moves to intercept the attack, and due to its Deadly Response ability, the destroyer group is doing straight damage to it, instead of double from the Hellriders. This leaves the Gleeful Glutton at 1/9. (Two cruisers focusing fire for four damage each, times two for Hellrider support but halved by Deadly Response)

 

The Misercordia brings its axial laser to bear on the Lightsbane, which is currently unprotected. The Lightsbane takes six damage to shields, leaving it at 14/20. (One capital ship focus firing on a target with no escort.)

 

The Broken Bullet and Moon Beetle focus fire on the Reborn Allegiance destroyer group, dealing eight damage to the Divine Justice's shields, leaving it at 1/9. (Two cruisers focusing fire for four damage each, with no modifiers)

 

Rebel starfighters begin a bombing run on the Herlov but are thwarted by interceptors.

 

EWar

 

Scanning on both sides is inconclusive.

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Anger still echoed its bloody pattern through the hanger, and Cassandra followed every step of the Sith, their cruelty and corruption would be their undoing. Her pressed attack had left two of them stumbling, but it had not been the finishing blow that she had desired, and if the rebel alliance were to succeed today, then it was very necessary to take the star destroyer and end these Sith. Cassandra breathed out as she surveyed the Sith before her, the apprentice was coming for another rearward attack, one was pressing a forward charge and the last was gathering another force attack. She mentally sorted the threats and stepped forward, bringing the silver sabre up in a high guard as Lord Fahren made his attack,  she knew a lightsabre was enough to delay him until the apprentice came close. The force was building on both sides, Anger and wroth against the still calm of justice. 

 

The force filled her every move, as she deflected and avoided the first few slashes of the Sith Lord, allowing herself to be driven towards the stalking apprentice who was making no move to hide his intentions. She batted aside the last thrust from the Sith lord, his sabre scoring along her armour, and bubbling at the flash of her abdomen in a glancing blow. But she would not die from such a wound as that, and pain was the lifelong companion of an exorcist. She smiled grimly and felt the crawl of danger come up her spine as the apprentice charged and she let the force begin to move its will.

 

It was time.

 

With the speed only given to users of the force, she simply sidestepped the brutal charge, letting his momentum carry him past her. She knew he would not be foolish enough to run headlong into his own compatriot so she continued her step to carry her towards his exposed flank. Letting his blows flurry away at the air as she reached her hand out and simply touched him as he passed. The force making the move as quick as a blaster shot. The fingers of her hand brushing towards the nape of his neck, where she could feel the seat of his anger. It was the hand that she had dipped twice into the bag at her waist and it was thoroughly covered in the fine powder. That same fine powder that had dispersed onto the deck, onto the Sith in their abortive charge, and that same powder that would now ease their end. 

 

Iter impiorum peribit!

 

The words carried with them a command. A desire, a love. A justice. Justice for the rape and murder of Carida, of Kuat, of Coruscant, countless lives that had forever been effected by the Sith and their Dark Lords.Lords that only deserved the Justice of a burning hell. The force called for it, and provided the path of judgement. A channel that would open to steep the Sith in Justice’s fire. And Cassandra was honoured to be that channel. From her hand, from her entire being erupted the hellfire of eternal justice. 

 

The fire of Exorcism, the deep blue fire that would melt flesh like beeswax, and bore through bone like phosphorus. Consuming anger, rage, and hate before it like chaff in the wind. Leaving behind the pure and divine untouched. That fire sought the anger of Mordecai and Fahren, to burn it from the galaxy in deadly finality. 

 

And behind that holy fire was the raised the silver sabre of the Master Exorcist for whatever cruelty the last Sith could throw. For in this hour at least, Justice had come to Kuat.

 

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Sith Fleet under Command of Qaela

Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 2XP

Assigned Callsign: Herløv

Kyber class Star Destroyer Herløv (20/20)

 

Sith Empire Destroyer Group [Missiles]: Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Lightsbane

Imperial II class Star Destroyer Lightsbane (14/20)

 

Sith Empire Rapid Intervention Escort: Deadly Response

Assigned PC: Qaela

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Glutton's Shadow

Neutron Star-Class Bulk Cruiser Shadow's Sleight (9/9)

Gladiator II-Class Star Destroyer Gleeful Glutton (1/9)

 

 

Sith Fleet under Command of Nok

Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer (20/30)

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle (9/9)

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet (9/9)

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire (9/9)

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Qaela's Fleet, In Battle

 

War was a glorious thing. It culled the weak and honed the strong. While war could sometimes be wasteful, in the right hands, it was the conflict necessary for life to continue and to account for nature's predator and prey mentality that being sentient had largely eliminated from the equation. Seeing the enemy corvettes explode before her as they tried to attack her flagship was a thing of beauty. Feeling the deaths of those scores upon scores of beings was but a trickle of the greater flood of carnage that was soon to come. She was pleased to see none of her own ships explode, though the Gleeful Glutton's shields took so much fire they were on the verge of collapse. The smaller destroyer had a purpose, and it was in shielding her own flagship from the focused enemy fire that lit up space between their two fleets. It might be callous, but she understood that even among the strong, the pawns had to fall so that the queen could continue to direct the larger fight.

 

News of enemy raiders landing among the shipyards was of concern to her, so she ordered the assault shuttles from her own fleet to launch with their compliments to aid in the defense of the Sith Empire's future fleet. The army that was planning on invading the Corellian System wasn't with them, but rather had remained in deep space safely out of the way. Attempting to call them would be difficult with the jamming, but she also didn't want them jumping to Kuat in the middle of a fight where they could take tremendous losses. Losing troops in ground combat against other enemy soldiers was honorable and glorious, but losing a defenseless ship full of troops in space was shameful and humiliating.

 

It was best to defeat this fleet and then deal with whatever the Rebels were planning on the Shipyards, so she gave further orders and her mighty ships adapted and continued the battle in earnest.

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Rebel Alliance Imperial Gunrunners 

Hit and Run Tactics

 

REBOUNDS

CR92a Assassin Class Corvette: Rebound |1/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 3 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 4 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 5 |2/1|

RAVAGERS
Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 6 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 7 |2/1|

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 9 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 2 DESTROYED

KEEPERS

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 1 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 2 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 3 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 5 DESTROYED


 

Rebal Alliance Reborn Allegiance

Destroyer Group: Focus Fire - Turbolasers


JUSTICE

Hammerhead Class Cruiser: Divine Justice |1/9|

BIKADINIR
Mandalorian Cruiser: Bikadinir |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance BloodSteele

Medical / Engineering Task Force

Experience: Green


RESPITE

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Merciful Touch |3/3|

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Raven’s Touch |3/3|

RESCUERS

Zebulon-B Frigate: Mecha Metal |3/3|

Nargi-class Pursuit Frigate: Watchman |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majesty |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majestic |3/3|

 

___________________________
 

It was but a moment before enemy fire spewed forth towards them, explosions rocked the Rebound. Kolchak’s lips pressed tight as the loss of ship after ship was announced across the bridge.


Keeping his face straight ahead, the Vice Admiral’s eyes looked left and right taking in his crew. They showed no signs of letting up. Instead, their jovial attitudes replaced by a dark hunger.

 

Captain Jobes did not even ask for orders. The attack was pressed and it was his ship.

 

Turning to the comms officer, Kolchak spoke an order, his voice rigid and cold “Raiding parties must be given fighting chance. Order fleet to press ze attack. All targets authorized. Show zem might of Empress.”

 

 

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Lord Fahren knew when to press his advantage. Once, twice he had scored her body. Once a fluke, twice an underestimation of his skill. When she sidestepped, he shoved Mordecai out of the way- the bumbling apprentice would not stand in the way of this achievement. He had many kills under his belt, and this would be the one that propelled him to his title of Darth. He would make sure of it. He saw her hand, moving to catch it at the wrist with his own and his other swung for her raised arm. Only once he made contact did he realize his mistake, the Force tearing down his arm in an excruciating wave that boiled his blood and seemed to cook his flesh. He only survived as long as he did due to the point of contact. His swing continued- if he were to die here, this would instead be his act of vengeance. An arm for an arm, a death for a death.

 

Mordecai stumbled, the other sith's shove unintentionally pushing him from the path of the exorcism. He swung around, watching with disgusted horror as the Pretender worked her despicable sorcery. The sight of it, the smell of burning flesh. His own scalp tingled as he was pushed over the edge that he'd been precariously teetering over the entire fight. He rushed her, aiming to cleave her in two, and with both arms occupied, he was confident as he let out a roar of rage, using the very last of his strength. She'd cast her last sorcery. Killed her last Sith, too, it seemed.

 

Lord Xahl, left unattended the entire battle, had waited for the perfect moment, and had spotted it at the same time as the apprentice. One arm raised, and another mid-cast. His nose began to bleed, and the crimson liquid spashed against the durasteel ground as he overtaxed himself. The pain, the anger, the hatred, the rage, the fury of it all. He pulled on it all with practiced finesse, ozone filling the air as electricity cackled in a hand. In the other, his lightsaber flew from his grasp as he threw it, ignited, towards her raised arm. A second before it collided, he unleashed the fury of a storm, lighting arcing between himself and the Excorcist.

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Asset Denial Force: Surgical Strike

Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Victory II Cruiser Wyvern 9/9

Lancer Frigate Dark Hand 3/3 

Tartan Corvette TC-64523 2/1
Tartan Corvette TC-64524 2/1
Tartan Corvette TC-64525 2/1
Tartan Corvette TC-64526 2/1

 

Electronic Warfare Pod: Information Control

Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Acclamator II Cruiser Shroud of Darkness 9/9

Pelta Class Frigate Deceiver 3/3

Thranta Corvette TH-78143

Thranta Corvette TH-78144

Thranta Corvette TH-78145

Thranta Corvette TH-78146

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Strike Class Cruiser Coalescent Fury 9/9

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"Woo! Yeah! How's it feel when the sky falls on you Kolchak?! Hope you've made your peace, cause it's Judgement Day you karking starch-sucker, and this time I get to be the undertaker!"


Jorus looked around at the staring officers and bridge crew.


"Oh I'm sorry, should I postpone the battle for vespers? Watch your kriffing stations! Damage reports people, give me damage reports!"


The crew, jolted back into action by their commander's vocal whip crack, rattled off data. The missile salvo had successfully pummeled the Divine Justice, and now its shields were holding on by a thread. Apparently the Black Bracer had been too unappealing a target to engage (or just not worth the ammo), and so Jorus's ships had gone unmolested as they closed in. In a few more minutes they'd cut those rebels off and turn them into blood and slag.

"Adjust formation per my instructions and advance," he said as he keyed vectors into the command console. "Fire salvo on my command." He grinned. "Glory to Varaka."

The crew exploded in a roar. Jorus hadn't heard cheers that excited for the six pod crash of the Nal Hutta Championship Podrace 12 years ago.

"...Fire!"
 

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Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Besh

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Deton-Rusic |3/3|

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Admiral-Fish |3/3|

Fresh

DP20 Corvette Bel-Ilbis |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Mothma |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Skywalker |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Tarkin |2/1|

Cherek

KDY Ton-Falk-Class cruiser-carrier Ghost of Carida |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Covert Strike Force

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Dorn

Victory I-class Medium Cruiser Ancillary Justice |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Fleet Command Flagship

Taskforce Experience Green

Under command of Admiral Valiston Alekseyev - Imperial Knight

- Assigned Callsign - 

Aurek

KDY-Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Misericordia |20/20|

Axial Weapon Upgrade

 

Raven sat in her chair of rank, along side the admiral of the fleets and said a silent prayer for the brave men and women of the Alliance Hellriders. Who were sacrificing themselves so that the rebel alliance could live on. 

 

 

And then came the remnants of the Rebel Alliance Combined fleet, which had gathered near Kothlis, Their commander burning their hyperdrives to the max to get to Kuat in time to support the allied offensive. 

 


Note: These New Taskforces are under the command of @Nikolai Kolchak when Mavengers units come online. 

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Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Esk

Bothan Assault Cruiser Nyrtal |9/9|

Bothan Assault Cruiser Syndic |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Forn

Bothan Assault Cruiser Kothlos |9/9|

Bothan Assault Cruiser RedRennic |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Asset Denial Force [Surgical Strike]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Grek

Victory I-class Medium Cruiser Adun-Judith |9/9|

Isk

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Lilianna |3/3|

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Arianna |3/3|

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Michelle |3/3|

 

 

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Pretender to the Galactic Throne

Leader of the Rebel Alliance

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Ruling for Duel: Mordecai vs. Cassandra (Imperial Knights Master NPC)

 

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First of all, my only complaint in all this is Mordecai hasn't really updated his character sheet in a bit. But, that being said, it wound up not having any bearing on the duel, because it was so well written that I almost didn't have to go anywhere and check if x, y, or z was plausible (except where Mordecai got the Sith Lords, but it's reasonable they wouldn't have been on his sheet so again moot point). That alone should speak volumes of the quality of both of your writing.

The tactics as well were very cinematic, not incredibly over the top (throwing the lambda wing might have been a bit much in some parts of canon but we see some FU's pulling off crazy stunts in other parts of canon and the attack was dealt with well, so it stands). Both of you were very visual with both the actions happening, as well as the personalities of these NPCs that were likely created for this fight, or at the least may have not had much of a personality prior to this.

 

That being said, at this point the duel is ending in a tie, and here's why. Mordecai posted his own NPC shoving him out of the way to save Mordecai from an attack, and while I love that, I think turnabout is fair play. The lightning that Lord Xahl summoned hits Cassandra, knocking her away from Mordecai's strikes. This is not a fatal blow, but enough to seriously impact her combat readiness, narration depending on Cassandra. Lord Xahl is either dead or too exhausted from this attack to be of much use after this, narration depending on Mordecai.

Cassandra gets next post. From here, you two can either add another post onto the end of this duel if you intend to finish it that way and have me rule on those posts, or there is a break in the battle where Mordecai might escape the other assembled forces of the Imperial Knights on the front line, as obviously may Raven versus the onslaught of invading Sith forces.

For now, there is a lull in the battle, a kind of "dust is clearing" moment that you both may use to extract yourselves from the situation if you don't want to roll the dice on another ruling, yielding the location to the other's narration.

Also, final mention to try to add to the gravity of how rare I decide a duel ends in a tie. This battle belongs in a book somewhere, and would have me biting my nails as I flipped to the next page to see how it ended. You both should be proud, and should consider becoming self published authors. We need storytellers with skills like this for the next generations.

 

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The lightning hit her hard. She could see its wispy form reeling through the force towards her a moment before it hit and knew that she had kept the lightsabre too high. The arcing embodiment of the darkside struck under her raised arm and a searing pain shot through her body. There was little she could do of course, other than wait for the convulsions play themselves out and begin to meditate again on the force, willing her muscles to slow. But she was very lucky, and she knew it. The lightning could have arced through her heart, but had only gone down one side of her body, and though she couldn’t see the effect other than through the force, she knew her foot, which had been firmly planted on the durasteel decking, had passed the lightning through it and into the ship itself. The sole of her boot had boiled away and the acrid smell of burned and vulcanized rubber bit at her nostrils. 

 

As she struggled to her knees, her arm still thrashing about from the electric blast through her nervous system, her senses slowly came back to her. Firstly came her sense of smell, already filled with the smells of the charred boots, now mixing with the smell of seared flesh which could have been hers or the Sith Lords who had been hit by the holy exorcism. She gulped a breath of air to steady herself. And the throbbing humm in her ears was replaced by the shouts and blasterfire of a close engagement. Then at last came her balance, and she shook her head, but before she could get fully up, two strong hands grasped her and a harsh voice whispered in her ear. 

 

“The chronometer is beeping commander. We have run out of time. Now lets help you back to the shuttle.” The strong hands pulled her firmly back from where she could sense the Sith Apprentice recovering. She grinned and nodded. 

 

“Then let us be gone, commander, this is a loss. We have been repulsed and there is little doubt that they knew we were coming.”


She lifted her sabre in a solemn salute to the Sith, and shrugging off her helpers, walked to the shuttle which whisked her back to the Misericordia.

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Lord Fahren's body fell to the ground, the sith lord's skin blistered and burned. He was dead, his last moments spent in agony as the exorcism ripped through his body, made all the more potent by his desperate attempt to stave off the damage with the dark side. Wisps of smoke and steam rose from the corpse, a solemn warning to any that thought to engage the Exorcist as she retreated. Lord Xahl didn't fare better by much, stumbling and falling to his knees after a moment of sadistic glee as he reveled in his success. He coughed, spewing bile and blood as he did so.

 

The cost had been high.

 

Most of the Sith troops had fallen in the fighting, with only scattered troops in the condition to engage the retreating rebels. Mordecai knew his failure. He watched with seething hatred as the battered and bloody Master retreated from the battle. In the time it had taken him to recover for his overextension at Xahl's hand, she'd risen again and fallen in bewtween her bodyguards. Normally, he would have pressed the advantage. But he was injured, and with Lord Fahren dead and Lord Xahl unable to fight, he simply watch with helpless fury as she took her leave, her salute only serving to salt his emotions.

 

His troops scattered and heavily damaged, they couldn't press after her. But they'd taken the hanger, and he could see his own fleet now, dozens of transports departing to board the Subservience and continue the fight. The battle here was over. His fleet needed his orders. With one last longing glance at the Master and the violence that he sought to inflict upon her, he boarded the craft he'd arrived on, Xahl stumbling behind him.

 

The troops who were just landing would have a long fight ahead of them. The rebels were entrenched and knew the ship better than his own did- they'd built it. But he'd done what he set out to do, securing the hangar.

 

 

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Round Two Results:

 

Defensive Actions

The Glutton's Shadow rapid intervention task force continues to support the Herlov.

 

Black Bracer heavy brawler task force moves to support the Herlov.

 

Sith starfighters move into intercept positions around the Herlov/Glutton's Shadow and the Moon Beetle/Broken Bullet.

 

Offensive actions

The Herlov and Lightsbane continue to target the Imperial Gunrunners, with the Glutton’s Shadow choosing to ignore the Hellriders this time. This reduces the Imperial Gunrunners to three corvettes, with one of them at no shields. The Imperial Gunrunners are considered to have suffered heavy losses at this point. (Two capital ships focusing fire for six damage each, minus two from attacking the same target.)

 

The Reborn Allegiance destroyer group continues to target the Herlov and its escorts, with support from the Imperial Gunrunners. The Glutton's Shadow continues to intercept the attack, but this time does not benefit from its damage reduction ability, and the ships additionally take three hull damage from the Hellriders. This destroys the Gleeful Glutton and damages the Shadow’s Sleight, leaving it at 8/9. Glutton's Shadow is now considered to have suffered heavy losses (Two cruisers focusing fire for four damage each, plus three hull damage from the Hellriders.)

 

The Misercordia brings its axial laser to bear on the Lightsbane, which is currently unprotected. The Lightsbane takes six damage to shields, leaving it at 8/20. (One capital ship focus firing on a target with no escort.)

 

The Broken Bullet and Moon Beetle focus fire on the Reborn Allegiance destroyer group, dealing eight damage to the Divine Justice's shields and hull, leaving it at 0/2. (Two cruisers focusing fire for four damage each, with no modifiers)

 

Rebel starfighters begin a bombing run on the Herlov but are thwarted by interceptors.

 

EWar

 

Scanning on both sides is inconclusive.

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Rebel Alliance Imperial Gunrunners 

Hit and Run Tactics

 

REBOUNDS

CR92a Assassin Class Corvette: Rebound |0/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 3 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 4 |2/1|

Crusader Class Corvette: Lifeblood 5 DESTROYED

RAVAGERS
Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 6 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 7 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 9 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Ravager 2 DESTROYED

KEEPERS

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 1 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 2 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 3 DESTROYED

Raider Class Corvette: Keeper 5 DESTROYED


 

Rebal Alliance Reborn Allegiance

Destroyer Group: Focus Fire - Turbolasers


JUSTICE

Hammerhead Class Cruiser: Divine Justice |0/2|

BIKADINIR
Mandalorian Cruiser: Bikadinir |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance BloodSteele

Medical / Engineering Task Force

Experience: Green


RESPITE

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Merciful Touch |3/3|

EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigate: Raven’s Touch |3/3|

RESCUERS

Zebulon-B Frigate: Mecha Metal |3/3|

Nargi-class Pursuit Frigate: Watchman |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majesty |3/3|

Corellian Rescue Frigate: Majestic |3/3|
 

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Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Esk

Bothan Assault Cruiser Nyrtal |9/9|

Bothan Assault Cruiser Syndic |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Forn

Bothan Assault Cruiser Kothlos |9/9|

Bothan Assault Cruiser RedRennic |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Asset Denial Force [Surgical Strike]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Grek

Victory I-class Medium Cruiser Adun-Judith |9/9|

Isk

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Lilianna |3/3|

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Arianna |3/3|

MC-30c Frigate Adun-Michelle |3/3|
 

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Vice Admiral Kokchak winced in anticipatory pain as alarms pinged and whistled across the bridge. Shields had failed, ships had erupted in fiery explosions in the void of space, and yet those who remained continued to press onwards. ‘Fitting to be called servants of  Empress’ he mused as his mind tracked towards the inevitable end. The worries he had were erased in the heat of combat.

 

The spray of laserfire impacted across their hull, rattling the small agile vessel as the armor withered beneath the enemy onslaught.

 

“Gentlemen,” he spoke, his voice somber as he keyed the fleetwide comms, “Ve are tip of spear. Our allies press fight below. Our fallen comrades did not die in vain. Ve vill hold line!”

 

Several war whoops echoed across the bridge of the Rebound “Lets show these wannabe Imperialists what the might of the true Empire is. No mercy! No quarter!” Jobes echoed to Kolchak’s rear, showing no signs of worry at the state of their quickly disintegrating task force. That or he just did not care.

 

At the edges of the battlefield, against the backdrop of endless space, a new fleet materialized and moved towards the battle; computers syncing up with fleet, taking in targeting vectors, shield and hull integrity, ship signatures and more.    
 

Back aboard the Rebound, a grim smile played at the edges of Kolchak’s face. A bit of good news. Perhaps they would live to see tomorrow. All they needed to do was drive the knife in deeper and quicker.

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