Gren Sairdonga

Spitting yet another Tie Interceptor Gren pulled clear of a small dogfight of Alliance and Imperial fighters Gren swore... The Justiciar was under heavy assault... "Sentinel, Destiny and Forn squadrons form up on me... We got some cleaning to do... Havoc, Ghost, Briar, i]Breaker[/i] and Fortress squadrons form up on the Justiciar." As the two A-Wing squadrons and his own E-Wing squadron formed up around him in a loose bowl Gren headed straight for the Tie bombers attacking the Alliance Command Ship... Just as the five B-Wing squadrons formed up behind the Justiciar... Twenty-four concussion missiles scream out and decimate the two bomber squadrons... The A-Wings after unleashing their volley of missiles charge forward and take the survivors by laser... Forming a defensive circle around the Justiciar to stop any more bombers... "Bombers on me." Pulling into his rear the B-Wings primed their payloads of high yield proton torpedoes... Their target... The Fell Hammer... As they fly another two squadrons of E-Wings join them... Now seven squadrons worth of fighters are around the Sentinel's Occasionally another squadron or two will join them... Then drop off when Imperial fighters appear... Then they were in range... "All fighters fire your payloads then get clear! Two pairs. Second three seconds after the first!" Gren ordered even as he unleashed a paired proton torpedo set against the shields surrounding the Super Star Destroyers engines and another against her bridge... One hundred and sixty-eight torpedoes at each target... He fired the other pair. Not waiting to see the result of over three hundred torpedoes against the SSDs shields he puuled up and around in a tight turn... Watching as the B-Wings dispersed to target Star Destroyers around the battle... The three E-Wing squadrons pulled around and split up... Two going to support a the beleaguered defenders of one of the Cruisers... The Sentinels slammed into the rear of a large dogfight... Activating his comm and setting it to Fleet Command he sent a message to all the cruiser Captains... "Command. This is Cmdr Sairdonga... The Fell Hammer has been softened up... Maybe its time to the Imps where it hurts?" ((OOC: 2nd Round without PC dogfighters on Imp side.))

Barrel-rolling to starboard Gren cut into a flanking maneuver of a pair of Tie interceptors screaming him... A three brilliant red lasers reduced the port wing and part of its cockpit to slag... It exploded moments later. The second Tie pulled up in a steep dive... Gren followed... Another triple shot and the Tie was gone in an expanding cloud of gases and shrapnel... Which Gren flew around... Temporarily at least his area was free of targets... Time to give orders... Changing to a fleet wide channel Gren began giving orders... "All squadron leaders report in with your numbers. Heres the go... E-Wings engage those Ties. Hold them down and if you get a clear chance put a volley or two of torps against one of the Star Destroyers... Co-ordinate with a cruiser to maximize effectively. A-Wings... You know what to do. Tear those bombers apart then go around those Star Destroyers and engage that Interdictor or hit the Super Star Destroyer in the engines. B-Wings... That Super Star Destroyer is yours... Hit its shield projectors, engines and bridge first... Then target its weapon systems." Suddenly Gren felt a cold sensation in the back of his head... Something was coming... Shaking it clear he brought his attention back to the battle... The Sentinels had accounted for three Tie Interceptor squadrons and were ripping through another two... So far only two pilots had gone... One Ev... The other dead... They would be sorely missed. Switching to a private channel Gren contacted Master Kirlocca. "Master Kirlocca this is Commander Gren Sairdonga its good to have you here. The Liberty has some space for you if you wish to land... But if you prefer to remain in space I can have a squadron of E-Wings watch over you? Either way I'll have a squadron escort you in..." Switching to his squadron's channel Gren ordered the Sentinel's to keep guard over the Jedi Master when they were done with those Ties... Then turning his fighter he arrowed for the Imperial Fleet... Following an invisible line... ((OOC: Any PCs up for a dogfight?))

((OOC: Sorry I was at a wedding the last few days. Geki if comms are jammed how are you getting communicating with others? Stick to a standard or don't bother at all.)) Gren had been about to put the fighters on standby when it happened... Emergency klaxons began erupting all over the ship. Seconds later the launch order came and Gren kicked his E-Wing into flight. Activating his comm and tuning it to the Alliance squadron channels he swore as a burst of static blocked off communications... Going to have to play this one by ear Gren thought... Standard Operating Procedure as he had been running it was to have the A-Wings hold off the enemy bombers, the B-Wings attack the enemy capital ships and the E-Wings dogfight the enemy fighters... Smiling as exactly that happened he nodded... The squadron leaders were some of the finest the Alliance had... Maneuvering into a head on run against the swiftly advancing ties he felt more then saw the Sentinels form up behind him... Not through the force... But with something more... A bond formed by combat and danger... Death and life... Brotherhood and Sisterhood... Smiling grimly he switched over to torpedoes and targeted a Tie... When he got a solid tone Gren fired a single proton torpedo... It screamed forward.. Straight at the enemy fighter... Who tried to dodge to starboard to try and avoid it... For a few seconds it worked... Until the proximity detector exploded the torp... Taking out the fighter and his wingmate in a hail of shrapnel and fire... Any further losses he didn't see as eleven other torpedoes flew past him and hammered the Tie squadrons... Then it was in the mix.... Forming into a loose pincer the Alliance E-Wings engaged the Ties into wingmates.. Gren keeping an eye on the overall situation... Watched as two squadrons of A-Wings hammered into wing of Tie Bombers... The Alliance fighters were making a good go of it. Even as the bombers began pummeling various Imperial capital ships even as the greater mass of Alliance Starfighters engaged the enemy fighters...

Gren sitting in the cockpit of his ready to launch fighter listened as his pilots swapped idle chatter... "The Empire better come soon... I'm getting bored of waiting for them." Said one of them... Colan. "If they don't we go back to standby mode..." "Great... Maybe we can just go home... Clone ourselves and leave them here to fight..." Gren frowned... Not so much at the tone of the pilot... But at what he said... "Cut the chatter Sentinels... The order to stand down or launch will come soon." A chorus of ayes sounded through the com. Just as a incoming message beeped. Turning it on he frowned... A one million credit bounty had been put on him by Black Sun for causing distress and delaying operations... He laughed... So they had been up to something illegal... If they hadn't there wouldn't be a million credit bounty on his head. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. Activating his long range communications he sent a highly encrypted comm transmission to a location where a single good he needed could be found... Also a document giving access to his medical records at the alliance base... And a small sample of his blood. Shutting off the com and putting his squadron back on he leaned back and smiled... A works was in progress...

When the Justiciar popped out of hyperspace over Csilla, the bridge immediately bulged with life. Gren nodded to Captain Ackarby. Gren had spent a lot of time on the Justiciar... It was his ship of choice... Something about the people here... He was more... At peace. Not that he didn't feel a bond with the other ships in the fleet... For some reason... This one was special... "I'd better be going Captain. Have the pilots report to their fighters... But hold the launch until ordered." "Very well Commander. May the force be with you." "And with you... I'll see you later." Saluting he made his way off the bridge... Heading to the pilots ready room and from there the main hangar bay as warning klaxons began going off... Interrupted by a message. "All hands. This is Captain Ackarby. We are Yellow alert. All hands to their battle stations. All pilots to your ships. Hold launch until ordered. May the force be with us." A slight change in the pitch of the engines told Gren that they had begun some form of maneuvers... Ten minutes later he was sitting in his fighter... The other squadrons of the Justiciar with him... All waiting launch orders...

Gren ended his salute... Still standing at attention he reported to the Admiral. "Admiral Starlisk. I scanned the base and could find no trace of illegal weapons or goods... Though with the amount of time it took me to get down there and through their security screens I wouldn't put it past their capabilities to either hide or destroy anything I may have found." That was the simple part.. Tares had been around then... Dealing with the Black Sun personnel... After he had left Gren had had to deal with them directly... It didn't go too well. "When I continued my efforts to investigate their dealings I was faced with increased hostility and threats on both my life, Captain Kyrie's and the entire fleets. i believe you were contacted during this. I did a minor search of their computer systems... Not finding anything illegal... Though again... They had the time to get rid of anything... Then after a few more threats I left the base. In short. i found nothing but I suspect thats because they are good at hiding it... I don't think for an instant that they are the now innocent group they claim to be." Now on to his return... "After I left the base I put the shuttle in mid orbit... Under guard by a pair of Sentinels. I suggest we have it thoroughly scanned... Both inside and out or scuttle it.... Black Sun may have put a tracer on it. Thats all Sir." Gren saluted again... His report over.

((OOC; Ariane. I'm going to take some liberties here. Sorry in advance)) Standing up Gren nodded once at the Black Sun officer... "I'll leave your base... But I'll tell my Superiors exactly what I think... i won't be dictated too... And thats that you and yours are foul little creatures who appear to be hiding something... As for leaving... That isn't up to me. Thats up to the Admiral... You can argue it out with him." With that he turned... Collecting the other Rebel Officer and his equipment on the base he boarded the shuttle... Lifting off he moved the shuttle to orbit... A few standard clicks away the fleet orbited the planet... Making a quick comm call another a second Alliance shuttle appeared... Docking with the shuttle both Rebel Officers transferred over... The shuttle was left there for the moment... A pair of E-Wings orbiting it from a safe distance. The new transport quickly made its way to the Divine Retribution, where Gren disembarked and made his way to the bridge and the Admiral... Upon entering the bridge he saluted to his superior... "Admiral Starlisk. Commander Sairdonga reporting..." Gren stood military straight... Holding the salute... He didn't think the Admiral would be too pleased with him...

Gren continues to go through the computers... ((OOC: Waiting on something from DB. I'll move on when I get it))

((OOC: Check your posts Silas. You never mentioned deleting anything or covering your tracks. I even had that mod checked to make sure I wasn't missing anything. As for Level 3 Operative. next time explain to me what the heck that means. As for post. Brendo contact me via Pm when there is something you don't like. Not run around having a tantrum.)) Gren idly tapped through screens. Looking for anything ugly...

Gren shook his head... Pulling out the scanner he left the box where it was... All this fuss over a little metal container with wheel on it... Turning back to the Black Sun agents he brushed past... Allowing them to follow in his wake... Nodding at Ariane he gave her instructions to watch the ship or attempt to negotiate with the Black Sun leadership before he moved off... Priming the scanner he began his work... Not finding much... besides the hand weapons... Not illegal... Finally he arrived in the comm station... As a Antarian Ranger he had been required to be well versed in many security and computer systems... It was likely that anything useful would be found in here... Looking at the Black Sun guards present he said, "Anyone going to log me on or do I have to do that myself?" No-one answered him... "I guess I'll do it then." Sitting down at a terminal he powered it up... The last person to log on was some agent called Jacen... He would have to hack in... Gren got to work.

Gren had to restrain himself... Whoever this person was he was on the thin edge. Almost idly placing his hand over the hand on his chest his fingers moved automatically to several pressure points. Not applying pressure but more then ready too. Moving the hand off his chest he said, "Incompetent? No... Foolish... Yes. Your endangering everyone in this base. Your free to scan the box in any way, shape or form you desire unless it damages the scanner. Do so. Then get out of my way." The box was small... The metal walls thin... Gren wasn't an ambassador. The Jedi was here to mince words and play nice. Gren wanted to get this job done and leave...

The arrival of the ysalamir carrying Black Sun soldiers didn't bother Gren... Though he was force sensitive he hadn't known about it till the day before they came to Dubrillion... He'd lived without the force for this long... he could handle a bit more... Though he did notice a small difference... The world seemed less bright... Less... Alive... No matter. "I don't have any weapons on me. Just scanner and the container it comes in... feel free to scan it." He nudged the container with his foot. Let these fools scan it... My weapons are undetectable to all scanners... Well not all... You could see them with your eyes...

As they Gren turned towards the Ambassador and said, "How long do you think they're going to keep us waiting?" These Red Dawn people were starting to annoy him... More then likely they were stalling so that they could set up some sort of trap or hid e any evidence of wrongdoing... Either way... Gren was a former Antarian Ranger... He would succeed...

((OOC: He was just the pilot but done anyways.)) As the shuttle descended through the atmosphere of Dubrillion, Gren checked his weapons... Hands... Two hot and primed to go. Legs... Ready to rumble even with a pair of feet attached to the end. Sticking the ship on auto-pilot he first inspected the scanning equipment... Then he ran through some basic stretches... Loosening his muscles. Ready for combat... Once they hit the deck Gren lowered the ramp. Following the ambassador down. Portable Scanner in a little pull-along carry case behind him. He'd come prepared. "Alright, let's hope the Red Dawn are telling the truth about their change in business policy." Gren chuckled... Changed or not he was ready for a fight...

The long awaited launch order came... Moments later Over a hundred starfighters of varying makes were flying in a wide screen defensive formation around the capital ships... E-Wings, B-Wings and A-Wings. Some of the best pilots in the galaxy... Amongst them Gren and the Sentinels... As he waited he listened to various reports. Coming in from fighter squadrons closer to the surface... As he watched a pair of reconnaissance A-Wing squadrons barreled up from the surface. Frowning he prepared to contact them. To find out the situation... But as if on queue his comm buzzed. The Admiral wanted a word it would seem. Gren listened to the Admirals Instructions... Swearing silently... Go down to the surface unarmed with a scanning team. "Yes Sir." Was all he said. Contacting his squadron he gave some quick orders. "Two, your in charge for now." Pulling a tight loop he aimed for the Admiral's flagship. Requesting that a scanning team and a shuttle be prepared for his arrival. A few minutes later his E-Wing landed on the Divine Retribution. The pilot made his way to where the shuttle waited... A Lambda Class. Once aboard, the ship began prepping for take-off. Awaiting a few final 'goods' before it took off. ((OOC: Paging a... Mr Vortex. are you boarding this shuttle or are you making your own way dirtside? If so just hop on and send us down. If no then head on down and I'll meet you there... I guess.))

((OOC: I never knew the A-Wings were buzzing on the surface... But never matter thats the bossman's call.)) An alert klaxon began ringing on the bridge of the Justiciar. The Mon Cal Captain of the cruiser nodded to him, Gren smiled grimly as he activated the ships intercom. "All pilots. This is Commander Gren Sairdonga. Get to your fighters gentlemen. We are on immediate combat standby. Hold launch until the orders come through. Out." He shut the intercom off. Turning to the captain he said, "May the Force be with you captain. It looks like these guys will try and fight us." "And with you Commander. Fly steady. Shoot straight." Gren nodded at the Captain then turned on his heel and made his way quickly to the main hangar bay... Four Squadrons of fighters were being prepped for launch. Ranger's Eye was sitting right where he left it., seeming to strain at her leash, eager for combat... Yet still retaining that lifeless deadliness E-Wings seemed to possess... He climbed in, getting comfortable... The other Sentinels were already waiting. He began the preflights then switched them over to the R7 droid in the back... He hadn't named it yet... Activating his Squadron channel on one frequency and the Fighter Command frequency on another he began cracking out orders. To his squadron, "Alright lads, report in by the numbers. One here." To the Fighter Wing of the Justiciar he said, "Squadron Leaders, report in to me when all your pilots are green. As I said earlier we aren't launching yet. When the order comes in we go. Stay in defensive formation around the Justiciar. Sentinel One out," Now all he could do was wait...

A single E-Wing flew through hyperspace.

The fighter had been built several days ago... Finally a man named Colan came and picked it up...

A comm message came in for the shipyard chiefs. A single fighter was to be constructed. A modified Series IV E-Wing. The modifications would be difficult and expensive. Requiring many exotic, expensive and hard to get components. It would take time... Plenty of money and first class mechanics and technicians to put it together. It was to be a Series IV E-Wing, its engines, shields and weapons were to be enhanced using recent technological advances and state-of-the-art components. It would be picked up when completed. ((OOC: Mod approved. 14 Days))

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The Rebel Feet... Or part of it anyway powered through hyperspace on its way to Gala from victorious battle in Haruun Kal. Her CO, Commander Gren Sairdonga was undergoing medical treatment. a result of having millions of nanites put into his bloodstream as his face was torn to pieces... Not to mention the damage to his stomach and nervous system...

((OOC: Alright Dagon, Sorry man can't wait any longer for you to post. But i did get the gist of what you wanted from Ian.)) As the talks with Dagon continued Gren got another message. this time from High Command... Politely interrupting Dagon again Gren took a moment to listen to it. It was verbal only. "Firstly Captain Sairdonga congratulations on your handling of the Haruun Kal affair. Secondly the fleet is to return immediately to base with the ships that remain with you. Good luck... Commander Sairdonga." Gren sighed, it looks like he'd have to cut this meeting with the Empire short. Turning back to Dagon Gren said... "Lord Dagon, from our talks it seems that we need a temporary unofficial cease-fire. Without the involvement of higher authorities. Well I'm sure I can speak for the Fleet Admiral when I say that the Alliance agrees to these terms. Unfortunately I must leave now, I am needed elsewhere. it was a pleasure meeting you sir and I must also thank you on behalf of the Alliance for your timely arrival here. I hope we can meet again in less... Violent circumstances. may the Force be with you." With that Gren signed off. Giving the order the remaining ships moved to the edge of the gravity well and pushed themselves into hyperspace. Heading for Gala...

Six MC-90a Starcruisers popped out of hyperspace from Gala. Four were heavily damaged with the bridges being utterly destroyed. The other two had battle damage but nothing spectacular. Repairs were to commence immediately...

The arrival of a message from Durose incurred a brief pause in the Alliance-Empire terms talks. As both the officers listened to it on their own. After hearing Field Marshall Roshan's message Gren had to agree, all of them needed to leave now. Black Dawn may have just been hammered but after an attack this big the chances of another fleet this large or even larger sitting in the wings waiting for the Imperials and the Alliance to have at each other then eat the crumbs was highly unlikely. But the Marshall's plan had one benefit, it got the Alliance away from the Imperials. Gren wasn't afraid of death, he was afraid of losing the fleet and with it some of the Alliances finest soldiers. As he mulled options a few messages came in from the fleet. The first stated simply that the fleet had completed all clean-up operations and was ready to depart on his order, the damaged ships to Mon Calamari to be repaired and put back into action. The rest to Gala, via a short pit stop to throw off any unfriendly folk trying to trace their approximate location through calculated guesswork and departure vectors... The second thing was a comm transmission from Allin. It read simply, the package is secured, see you at the base. Frowning Gren sent off a message. The main part of the fleet began moving. They were going to take the four heavily damaged MC-90a cruisers to Mon Calamari for repairs. Only Raider, Piratical, Old Horse, Moonwing and Justiciar were returning to Gala, as they had suffered the least damage, mainly the loss of fighters as for the most part they'd worked in a shield trio with the Defiant. It also called in a salvage crew capable of towing off the remnants of the Defiant. The ship may not be rebuilt but we can salvage whats usable still. Plus any vital information stored on it. As the majority of the fleet reached the edge of the hyperspace shadow Gren watched as they made the jump to Mon Calamari, turning back to the Imperial Equerry. "Lord Dagon. I have to apologise for sending part of my fleet away when they may be needed, but they are badly damaged and should another Black Dawn attack occur they would be of little use. I don't believe in the suffering of soldiers and many of my troops are in need of medical aid."