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The Ship's innards were massive and exotic to the young humanoid as he disembarked the transport and first laid his feet upon Imperial Durasteel. His eyes wandered in both amazement and fear as he gazed around, feeling as if he could be sucked away in a mere fraction of a second. Only looking up at the stars had he ever seen such spacious holdings and he felt minute in comparison. Taking a deep inhalation of the recycled air, he followed his escort forward.

 

"Next! Shiro heard from the corner of his gaze as his escort shifted him forward in line, his gaze shifting to meet that of a burly man that towered his own figure both in height and mass. With a chew of his sandwich that laid across his podium, he leaned his gaze in close to Shiro. "Name? 

 

"Shiro." Shiro replied, his crimson eyes gazing solidly back into that of the man's, a semblance of the glare he often gave in return in the Arena on Krayiss II. "Shiro what?" He questioned. Shiro stood briefly in disbelief as he shot a gaze toward his escorts in wonderment. Shaq'teel had told him they would be expecting him, yet this did not feel like the case. Fearful to reveal the name Shaq'teel had revealed to him, especially in Imperial territory incase some grudges were still harbored as apparent on his face when he gazed back toward the man, Shiro instead used the name he had always claimed. "Seven...Shiro Seven."

 

"Like the number? Interesting" The man jested as he handed Shiro the enlistment forms, Shiro pointing toward the Imperial Prison number that laid tattooed to his face. "Ah. Imperial Penal Colony." He spoke as he took the signed forms back from Shiro and handed over an ID badge. "I heard rumors some descendants took up the numbers as names over the years on the older worlds. Either way, welcome to the Empire, Soldier. Step that way Private Seven."

 

Without a word, Shiro stepped past the burly man where others had began to line up and receive their uniforms and hand over personal effects. With one last look behind him, Shiro noticed his escort departing and he turned back to the life that was beginning in front of him. Though he trusted Shaq'teel, he still doubted his purpose here. But either way, at least here with the Empire, he held a semblance of Freedom in his grasp.


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If not hundreds, thousands of naval warships swarmed with extraordinary life around the metal wreath of Kuat. A sparse few turned into a great many, and as laboring crews worked to prime the Armada, vessels from all abroad appeared in ever-increasing numbers. Dozens of warships drifted eeriely through the vesper gloom, sub-light thrusters burning colorfully against a backdrop of a dismal star-field. The largest among the flotilla were the capital ships of the Sith-Empire's upper crust, each one capable of fielding a powerful offensive all their own. For now, they simply listed lazily above a hoarded ringed world with a vaunted wheel-shaped dockyard. Cargo freighters moved about the stations expeditiously, stopping at one station before moving onto the next, and so on and so forth. The lush expression of the raw planet started to blot with the smear of black and crimson. Mammoth works-of-art spread across the high-orbiting ring, Sith-Empire encrusted battle-fleets haunting the mere spectacle of the celestial body. Commandants and Masters of the vast flotilla shared a common interest, one divine purpose delivered to them by their unyielding Emperor. 

 

"The rate of death is catastrophic! The sellswords attack with impartiality; there is no halt in their advance. The Alliance, the Jedi, they have abandoned us! Coruscant is dying, I beg of you——"

 

The holo-matrix deactivated abruptly, and the small-scaled frame of the distressed public official, collapsed back into the home of the pocket-device. Such miserable whimpering slowly peeled at the patience of the Emperor, and he could stand it no more. A heavy yawn escaped both his manners, and his mouth. A creature nearby leaned, not of humanoid distinction and swamped in the usual blackened robes, lowering himself to where the Dark Lord sat among peers.

 

“The Fleets are assembled, your Excellency. They are ready to move on your order.”
 

It was time.

 

The coy infiltration of the future repeated itself inside of his mind, churning a boiling anger within his blood until the air around him stifled. The neediness of the weak. The squealing of sentient life-forms that chose shame instead of glory, far too helpless to protect what it was that they most cherished. Their hands reached out, begging for an answer that they themselves could never provide. Exodus and the Sith sacrificed more than their share for this power, and now these panhandling worlds would seek them out for it, pleading to their new saviors. 

 

“Alert all commands, prepare the jump.” 

 

Soon after, the mighty armada converted their formations and began a powerful transference of energy, winking away one after another into the depth of hyperspace. Kuat had served a purpose, now battle was upon them.

 

(Sith-Empire Armada Departs for Coruscant.)
 

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Bakra chuckled. "Actually, I was out of the system during the fighting. I was running escort for some politician or other, can't remember his name. No one important, evidently, because I didn't see any fighting. But yes, my commitments are towards my paycheck."

At Delta's comment about the Dark Lord, Bakra leaned back in his seat, watching the man before him. Dangerous, and well connected.

 

"I'm a pilot. I flew at Dark Sun most recently. I suppose I'm not any more qualified than any other mook here except that what I lack in definite loyalty I make up for in experience and expertise. How about you? What's got you such a cushy job with the Sith? I assume you were a mercenary, a criminal, or both if you had ties to Black Sun. Not that I mind, of course, gave me plenty of business."

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At the edges of the Kuat system the stealth cruiser Ancillary Justice, emerged from hyperspace. A deeply converted aged Victory I star destroyer, painted a deep jet black. The carbon fiber nanopaint, having been secured with high cost from the vendors on Nar Shaddaa, blotted out the star destroyer from long range sensors. Both Radar and visual. Arching off the end of the bridge, the long range, low bandwidth, sensors began their simple scans. Gathering information for return to the Rebel Base on Nar Shaddaa in preparation for a coming fast attack. 


 


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Co-Leader of the Rebel Alliance

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KDY, or Kuat Drive Yards, the longtime bastion of imperial strength and one time location of one of the largest warcrimes committed by the old New Republic and Jedi order in recent memory, sat like a jewel among two concentric rings of construction yards. Right outside the planetary rings, outside the mass gravimetric shadow created by the planet itself, the Stealth cruiser Ancillary Justice marked the location of a planned inbound hyperlane and broadcast on lowband back to the Rebel Alliance Fleet. 

 

Within ten minutes of the stealth transmission the Rebel Alliance Fleet, in all its meagre glory, emerged from hyperspace outside drydock 13. A pristine if difficult jump, and one that required all the help of the force. 

 

Immediately the Flagship, the venerable Misericordia, began to high cycle its weaponry and raise its shields while the fighter defense squadrons boiled like flies out of its hangers. 

 

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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 


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Co-Leader of the Rebel Alliance

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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.

 

 

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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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Co-Leader of the Rebel Alliance

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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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