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  1. ((Golan)) 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.
  2. “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. ____ 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
  3. Fleet information (This will be updated as I add new task forces and fix the format) 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
  4. Eighteen seconds. There was an audible groan of dismay when Johanna Bryce, clad in plastoid plate as though she were a member of the assault team, marched onto the bridge of the ersatz Victory-class Star Destroyer announcing the failure of the Talons. The tall Bespinian paced rapidly from side to side as she announced the results of the latest training evolution, her carbine swinging from its rigging. “Not bad,” she allowed. “No critical mistakes were made. And you didn’t shoot up the conn this time. But that’s not good enough. That leapfrog through the munitions corridor needs to be faster. Shouldn’t even need to speak down your advance, one fireteam moves up twenty meters while the other provides suppressing fire, then you trade off like clockwork. In fact,” Johanna smiled brightly. “That’s just what you’ll do for the next two evolutions. No spoken words, just hand signals and eye contact. Get the time down by another five seconds, and then you’ll earn back speaking--” At that moment, forty-one triple-chirps issued from the platoon’s headset comlinks. “Misericordia in one hour, Cap. Something big is coming down,” rasped the bassy Calamari voice of Commodore Kolchar in her ears. ____ Forty-five minutes Bryce’s command gunship raced through the formation of Rebel ships that had gathered for the mission in store. Several veterans of the Chandrilan campaign had returned and were repurposed for the new offensive--one of the fearsome Neo-Kandosii Battleships had just been released from drydock, refitted with spare parts, and had been gifted the unassuming monicker Wrecking Machine. The old blunt-nosed capital ship stood unpainted against the glittering backdrop of Nar Shaddaa, surrounded by a host of smaller ships, including two Carracks and several of the peculiar new corvettes from Naboo--a reflective flying wing that resembled a pleasure cruiser more than it did a warship. Bryce shook her head at the sight of those strange ships--the reputation of the Naboo’s aesthetic predilections was even worse than that of the Alderaanians. The Alderaanian Clone War-era frigates at least appeared to be armored. Bryce’s command gunship landed within Misericordia’s ventral hangar bay. She and three of the fireteam leaders of her unit, the Talon Company, jogged through the old Star Destroyer’s corridors, determined not to be late for the briefing despite having arrived from moonside. They were a peculiar sight on board--most of the armed forces of the Republic had assimilated into the Galactic Alliance and abandoned their old traditions in the name of unanimity in the coalition’s armed forces, but the Talons had guarded some of their regalia, even as supplies dried up and some of the intransigent ex-Imperial units complained. Theirs was a long, curved vibroknife that was worn on a shoulder scabbard--more like a vibromachete, as the blade was nearly forty centimeters long. To them, the long knives were not really weapons--they were more akin to dogtags and the members of Talon Company simply carried them wherever they went. And somewhat thoughtlessly, as they had boarded an Imperial Star Destroyer that was crewed partly by veterans of the last war, and were en route to a briefing that was undoubtedly to be attended by senior Rebel leadership. But Bryce wasn’t concerned about that tiny faux pas; she just didn’t want to be late and leave her commanding officer waiting. 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
  5. Nar Shaddaa, by this point was dotted with garrison stations and training grounds. The largest of these was situated at MARPROG at the Alliance's headquarters, but Captain Johanna Bryce was stationed planetside in one of the smaller garrisons--little more than a repurposed warehouse, but Bryce had seen worse rust in her time in the army. As for the rust in her unit, it was clear that they hadn't had occasion to assault a capital ship in months. “Slow this time, Talons,” Johanna Bryce began her debriefing of the latest training evolution. She held a helmet to her hip and paced from side to side in the briefing room, not making any use of the room’s voice amplification. Shouting was a skill she had learned decades ago. “Four minutes, thirty-seven seconds from the hangar to the bridge, that was enough time for their troopers to mount a response and make our job a lot more difficult. And if a Sith was on board,” the towering marine flashed a quick smile. “We would have had to earn our pay.” There was no misunderstanding as to what Captain Bryce had conveyed with that last statement. The Bridge Rush was a training evolution that Talon Company had developed during the war while they were still serving under Starlisk: the objective was for a single platoon of shock troopers to storm the bridge of a mid-sized capital ship--typically a Victory-class or Carrack-class--and keep it until the marines could bring aboard reinforcements. Speed above all else was critical during this operation--if they were not free of the hangar within fifteen seconds, they were at risk of being vented out the magcon. If they were not on the bridge within four minutes, they were in danger of being bogged down by counterattacks from the ship’s stormtroopers. And if there was a Sith on board… attempting to scuttle the ship from within was an option worthy of consideration to the hospitality that the Empire of The Spider was offering prisoners. Pacing around a holograph of the Victory-class Star Destroyer Iron Fist, Johanna walked through the results of the training evolution and the numerous mistakes of her platoon. Hangar: walking wounded marine continued with the squad and should have made their way back onto the assault shuttle. Secondary engineering: no need to assault the room, just toss two grenades into the compartment and continue the charge. An amateurish delay in hot-wiring a blast door cost them nearly ten seconds of time. And finally, fourteen seconds of lost time in clearing the bridge, and an overexcited Private had left their carbine set to kill and destroyed the Conn. “Remember Talons, the goal is to be fast, not thorough. Use your concs and follow up. With luck, we take the bridge before the captain can transfer controls to the aux. Hit the showers, hit the miss. We’ll repeat the drill at twenty-hundred. And then we’ll run it again if we don’t get our time down by at least twenty seconds. Dismissed!”
  6. Identity Real Name: Johanna Bryce A.K.A: Bryce Homeworld: Bespin Species: Human Physical Description Age: 32 Height: 6’ 3” Weight: 180 pounds. Hair: Vivid red hair, typically tied up in a short bun. Eyes: Brown Sex: Female Appearance: Johanna Bryce’s appearance is best described as “amazonian.” She is extremely tall and strongly built from having a perverse love of physical training. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Almost always wears her uniform, a military tunic and trousers with digital camouflage. In battle, she wears standard Rebel Alliance plastoid armor. It is similar in protection to stormtrooper armor, though the front breastplate has slightly stronger protection the plastoid is shaped in a way that it sacrifices some joint protection for additional mobility. In addition, the helmet does not obscure the face and she wears protective goggles for eye protection. Weapon: AC-15m. Standard issue carbine for Rebel Alliance marines. Hard-hitting, reliable, but slightly on the heavy side and requires a lot of maintenance. Offers semi-automatic and short bursts of fire in both standard blaster bolts and stun blasts. It is typically equipped with an underslung projectile launcher capable of firing a variety of grenades, canisters of single-fire buckshot, and even miniature flamer cartridges. Vibromachete: Very similar to a vibroblade, but the blade is heavier and longer. The flat of the blade is laser-etched with her name and service number. Standard-issue light blaster pistol. Weapon of last resort. Assortment of grenades. Typically carriers four in an engagement: 2 fragmentation, 1 flashbang, 1 canister of buckshot. Common Inventory: Miniature datapad built into her armor’s right bracer. Comlink built into her armor’s helmet. About 100 soldiers who are similarly armed and armored. Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: NFU Alignment: Lawful Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Rebel Alliance Current Faction Rank: Captain History Force Side: N/A Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: N/A Background: Johanna Bryce is a quintessential professional soldier. She signed up for the Rebel Alliance (back in the old days) before she was even of the age of legal responsibility. She served throughout the commands of Onderin Starlisk, Forn Dodonna, and Bruce Slaughter; she has seen combat under the flags of the Rebel Alliance, the Galactic Republic, the Galactic Alliance, and finally the Rebel Alliance all over again. At this point the only friend that she still has from her time is Bruce Slaughter. Despite have lost nearly all nearly all of her friends, either to combat or the depravities of the Sith Order; despite all of traumas and wounds, she still maintains a pragmatic, even cheerful outlook on the war, whereas Slaughter has become dour and even a little sadistic. Ship Registration Name: Johanna Bryce knows only the barest fundamentals of shuttle piloting. She normally lets other people ferry her around. Class: N/A Model: N/A Manufacturer: N/A Length: N/A Armaments: N/A Armor: N/A Anti-Personnel Defenses: N/A Modifications: N/A Appearance: x
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