Ilum

[Ason Antilles]

((Everything posted below has been agreed to by Deton and I. He RP'd his NPC's and I RP'd Ason + my NPC droids that were on the ship. This post will be the events from Ason's perspective, while Deton will follow with a post from the Imperial perspective. No actions in his post or in my post will be considered GMing))

 

Ilum. A beast in constant hibernation, a cool slumber to which it had resigned itself to for many months at a time. Dormancy prevailed on the whole, the occasional itch bothering the white fur of the creature as insignificant pests would land and then quickly pass. However, when such an animal did stir to consciousness, it did so with not a yawn, but a ROAR!

 

Ason's feet glided over the ground, eight crystals floating obediently behind him. They waded slightly above the cold ground in a prolonged act of obeisance to the one who was transforming them. For you see, these crystals were being manipulated even now, their hardened exterior now a false reflection of the soft, receptive nature brewing in them. As the blood spread about them, the taint grew darker both visually and metaphysically within them. Soon they would only need the flavors of the rest of the dish to compliment them, marinating them in all the little irreproducible juices with all of the aromatic and textual subtleties. Then, to mix them, all it would take would be a quick”¦

 

Stir.

 

Action rang in the distance as the sound of blaster fire carried on the frostbitten wind toward the east and into the ears of the approaching wraith. The sound of an aft turbo-laser started pounding into troopers on the Krath's left soon after some of his troops moved to engage the troopers assailing his ship to the right. Worst of all, two specks appeared like looming eyes over the horizon. At that point, expedience was all that was on the mind of the ever efficient creature, and there was a unit of roughly fifteen stormtroopers standing between him and that safety.

 

With the hand of the dark side becoming an extension of his own, his black digits gripped the icy snow ground within their giant grip before a colossal upheaval followed. Snow and ice were ripped from the ground and hurled as a monstrous wave at the unfortunate souls. This served two purposes: it allowed him to take out some of the potential dangers and at the same time close a tremendous gap without worry of sustaining fire. This allowed the ebon splotch to trail through the repugnant field of white with unparalleled alacrity, the crystals close in tow.

 

As he finally reached the troopers, he drew his Soul Reaper and prepared to cut down as many enemies as needed, with his main focus at all times being the outrunning of those TIE Fighters approaching ever faster. In order to limit the area he had to cover with his weapons to block the troopers, walls of ice began rising from the ground before plummeting back downward, like the spurt of a fountain flung into the air until it became overcome by gravity. These walls blocked most of the stun blasts that were seeking to pelt him and the regents as well as allowed him to progress fairly uninhibited toward his ship. In the distance, there was a cry:

 

”

[Dashel Illioni]

Grass Tiger arrived in orbit around Ilum just outside the border of the system's oort cloud and the system's stellar core, using the bulk of a planetoid to hid Grasstiger. During the several days of hyperspace travel, he had had time to completely check and recheck the system's of the Delta 12 and its attendant hyperspace ring.

 

Since Ilum was Imperial occupied, he knew he needed to be either circumspect in his entrance to the system or just basically be blunt about it. Meditation on the issue simply kept bringing about an image of him standing in a canyon on Ilum's service. He fell back on his Jedi training and decided to trust the force as his master's had always dictated to him and find a way there.

 

Being haunted by shadowy, insubstantial assailants was bad for one's mental health.

 

He gave the Grasstiger's K.A.L.A. AI fairly brief but explicit instructions. On the approach of any Imperial ships, she was to immediately jump to Harumn Kal using a fairly roundabout route, checking to be sure that any Imperial pursuers were lost before turning towards the base there. The navi-computer was to have the next hysperspace route calculated before the first moment in which the old one became obsolete. After all, he hoped having a docking ring nearby would allow him to make the jump in and out of the system without troubling the Imperial commanders of the system, and if they were bothered, he hoped having the same ring would allow him to get away separately from his ship.

 

At the appropriate hour, the Delta-12 with Dashel, Kala, and R9 dropped from the belly of the Grasstiger. Once from behind the planetoid's bulk, he keyed the pre-scanned jump in and immediately found himself barely outside Ilum's atmospheric envelope with micro-seconds to jettison the hyperspace ring before the ship's aerodynamics were adversely affected by it.

 

He had R9 passively track the ring's motion around the planet. The droid reported that their precipitous entry had rendered the ring's orbit nearly geocentric and that it's position would remain relatively stable for days. It was a report that he would not be able to acknowledge to long after landing, as his abrupt entry had positioned directly outside a ionic atmospheric disturbance that sheer momentum had carried him into. Without the force, his actions would have been bordered on the brilliant. With it, his reactions were precisely what were needed when they were needed.

 

From the ion storm, he found himself flying into yet another one. Submerged in the guidance of the force, he was only preferably aware of the outside circumstances.

 

Kala and R9 recorded every moment, determined to let the Jedi know what they had been through. In Kala's mind, there was also the possibility of using this ride to train Dashel the next time there were somewhere with a flight trainer and Ysalamari. The flight down without the Force would require a brilliant pilot in a ship even more responsive ship than the Delta series with far more resilience.

 

She was very aware of the way the altimeter unwound from the outer atmosphere to nearly ground level. R9's alarmed whistles indicated his outrage over the situation and what he promised to do the Jedi as soon as soon as they were safe. Kala replied to the droid's tirade with one of her own. Both were on a side channel to avoid breaking the Jedi's concentration.

 

Both were shouting at Dashel when the altimeter told them that they were below ground level. Their screams stopped when the small ship was still flying and the storm was raging directly overhead.

 

It was Dashel who broke the ominous silence, ”œOnce you drop me off, withdraw back up the canyon to where there is a cave large enough to hide the Delta 12 in. I will join there you or not at all.”

[Dahar Raikanda]

The Fireflight exits hyperspace and holds orbit above the planet Ilum.

 

Dahar closed his eyes at the helm. He tried to clear his mind and focus on his breathing. This new talent was the only way he knew to communicate with the Force. By concentrating only on the breath coming in and out of his lungs he was able to free his mind of the thoughts and ideas that didn't want to be silenced. He reminded himself that with each breath he took part of the universe into him, and with each exhale he let a piece of himself go into the cosmos.

 

In this state of connection and clarity he was able to feel the Force. The presence of the voice that had called him was coming from somewhere close.

 

He spoke out through the Force.

 

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

[Dashel Illioni]

Just as he was beginning a descent from the cave mouth to the canyon where his ship was stored, Dashel's gauntlet began beeping an urgent message from Kala.

 

”œHey boss,”

[Dahar Raikanda]

Dahar heard Dashel's voice through the force, a phenomenom he found astonishing. His new ability to communicate without his lips amazed him.

 

The Fireflight recieved the route to the Grass Tiger and also a set of codes.

 

I am ready. He spoke these words to Dashel through the Force.

 

He set course for the Grass Tiger and shortly thereafter saw it in the distance. Drawing closer Dahar's mind began to race. Was he truly read to undertake this journey? He had heard about the Jedi and the lives they lived. It did not seem like an easy life to him, but an easy life was what he had been fleeing from. He was searching for something to fill the emptiness inside him, something to complete him. Perhaps service to the greater good would do just that.

 

In approach the Fireflight's computer beamed the security codes over to the Grass Tiger. With clearance Dahar moved in close to the ship. He remained alert, waiting for a response, friend or foe.

 

I am here.

[Dashel Illioni]

Dashel was seeking a route past the ice spiders when a familiar dart shaped shadow passed over him, reverse course, and then hoverfed next to him. Kala popped the cockpit and waited while Dashel leaped into the cockpit. Once he was at the control, he aimed the small fighter to where the hyperspace ring waited in orbit. The docking was uneventful and Dashel had a moment before the microjump to talk to Kala.

”œSo,”

[Dahar Raikanda]

Dahar received Dashel's comm.

 

It's good to hear from you sir. I understand and will meet you at Gala.

 

Dahar pondered the events of the future. With excitement he thought of his coming Jedi training. He would learn to commune with the Force, to use it for peace and understanding. He knew, or at least hoped, that this would help to fill the emptiness inside of him. His whole life he had been using the Force without his knowledge. For charm, for combat, to read the moves of an opponent before they happened. But now he was going to use the Force to protect civilization.

 

Dahar had only one fear, and that was the Dark side. He remembered how easily it had seduced his mind. He remembered the feeling of power that giving in to his fear and anger had given him. This was surely something he would have to be careful of. He hoped his new master would be able to enlighten him in how to balance his emotions.

 

The young Jedi-to-be thought back on the beginning of his journey. He had left Adumar for Haruun-Kal to find a shattered Jedi temple. He recalled how strong the Force was with that place and how new it felt to him. Slowly but surely he was learning to recognize the Force around him.

 

Dahar set his nav computer to Gala. The Grass Tiger hovered in front of him. "See you soon," he thought to himself.

 

He flipped on the hyperdrive and the Fireflight blast off into space.

[Moon Knight]

A small probe dropped out of hyperspace on the outskirts of the Ilum system, very well concealed by the technology that gave it excellent stealth systems. It started gathering information on the state of the planet Ilum as well as the civilization that existed there, isolated as it was, and transmitting this information through a heavily encrypted and very untraceable comm channel back into the reaches of space....

 

EDIT November 27th, 2009 (four days later):

 

Its reconnaisance complete, the probe jumped back into hyperspace, taking several false jumps to discourage pursuit.

[Deton]

Though the probe had been quite stealthy when it had entered the system, the small hyperspace jump within range of active Imperial sensors, registered a small flag.

 

The system was promptly placed on high alert and a highly encrypted transmission was sent soon afterward.

[Moon Knight]

A few days after the high security alert had been issued and several hours after the time when a random hyperspace signature out on the system's fringe was labeled 'false alarm', that particular anomaly turned out to have been the real deal. Two unmarked Nebulon-B frigates popped out of hyperspace almost right on top of the space station that spearheaded the planet's security and immediately opened fire on the station's external weapons as well as the two corvettes that were attached to the station. Two more frigates popped out of hyperspace as well, these two at the locations of the small starfighter bases the Empire had in these whereabouts, similarly opening fire upon them.

 

At any rate, it was clear that this force was extremely well-informed and outgunned the Imperial forces here even if the lurking Star Destroyer paid a visit. The first thing that happened, simultaneous with the opening of fire, was that communications were jammed so the Empire couldn't call for help. The next thing that happened was that fighters were scrambled from the frigates--each carried two squadrons, so the superior X-wings, E-wings, A-wings and K-wings that were launched equalled the Empire's fighter count above Ilum, and their quality gave them superiority.

 

Amidst the swarms of fighters were launched a few troop transports which drove toward the space station itself with speed, flying tight for overlapping shields that could even withstand direct warhead hits.

 

Aboard one of these transports was ShadowFett, the Mando ori'ramikade and beroya whose path had crossed the Empire's several times. He had worked both for and against them in the past, and he had personally met Emperors such as Cineon Yahn and Phillep during the times of their rules, and he had memories of others like Jidai Geki. Never in his previous affiliations had he considered himself a full enemy of the Empire.

 

But this time was different. Fett was a part of a faction separate from the New Republic that was on a mission to damage and destroy the Empire and its holdings at every opportunity. And Fett wasn't just a Mando'ad that found this faction to pay the best, but he was Moon Knight. And the Empire hadn't liked Moon Knights before.

[Deton]

Ilum, it was a planet that had seen more than its fair share of battles in recent times. It even bore witness to the galaxy spawning conflict of extragalactic proportions and even had a Death Star orbit. Yet the Death Star had not come as a destroyer but, instead as a protector. A protector in hiding only forced out due to the incompetence of a faction that had once called itself an ally of the Empire.

 

Now it was being assumed that those once allies, had decided to bring forth more battle and more death to the world, where the Empire had already lost so much in protecting. There was little doubt in an Imperial's mind how this confrontation would go down. They had repelled the invasion of an enemy so fierce Jedi had melted before them. They were veterans, who were well versed against combat against Force users and beings of powers beyond that of mortal men. They were simply put, men who knew how to respond in a crisis.

 

”œSir it seems our alert was justified. It seems that one fly boy was wrong. It wasn't a false alarm at all. While I am still unaware as why we didn't send a patrol group out there sooner, it turns out the Enemy is here. Two unmarked Nebulon-B frigates popped out of hyperspace almost right on top of the space station that spearheaded the planet's security and immediately opened fire on the station's external weapons as well as the two corvettes that were attached to the station. Why both corvettes just happened to be there, instead of on their patrol route is again beyond me sir but, clearly the enemy is well informed.”

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca smiled at the pure fact that the intelligence allowed for them to drop out of hyperspace right on top of the Station. The Station made a scramble to get its defenses up just a quick as the Nebulon-B frigates dropped off their fire in the first wave of barrage against the Station. But even the most prepared military faction held no such ability to get into defense mode. The Station had already taken a few nice shoots before any sort of shield was brought up against the fire, and his fighters and troop transports were already near boarding distance by the time the Empire got its fighters out.

 

While he was shocked to find a higher class fighter around such an unimportant military planet, he knew his fighters were good enough to defend them off, and as of such, the screen that they set up for the troop transports would allow for a quick and easy boarding. Kirlocca turned towards the Alliance Commodore, Ittai and gave him quick orders, while he allowed for his translator droid do its job.

 

"Set up all four of our Nebulon-B frigates in a permitter around the Station, and allow for a full range of our barrage to take effect."

 

"But sir, what about that Star Destroyer thats in the system, it will be able to take us easy from that formation!"

 

"It's got a long way to get here, and the two corvettes are of no threat to us if we keep up the barrage of fire against the system. Leave them for now."

 

In stead, Kirlocca closed his eyes and began to use some Battle Meditation to destroy the concentration of the predator-class fighters that were doing little more than harassing the Alliance fighters at this close range. Even by now, the Imperial Star Destroyer had just popped onto the radar screen on the Command frigate, as well as the permitter just now being formed, as the two other Nebulon-B frigates just got present after taking out the nearby small starfighter bases that were in the system. By this point, the Station was already taking a beating as the Star Destroyer was too far away to make any real difference at the initial contact.

 

Even as it did arrive, the amount of coordination it could bring would be folly at such a point in time. Kirlocca turned around and gave his orders to the crew.

 

"Send the Victory and the Justice in to take on the Star Destroyer, and moves us into a better position to defend the Station. Our boarding parties will be on soon, we need to make sure that they can take it before we lose any space fight."

 

Kirlocca made a quick turn back, almost as if he was expecting to see something. He knew at this point, massive damage had already been dealt to the Station, and that the boarding parties were almost on, if not already. Turning his attention back to the Star Destroyer, Kirlocca then focused his Battle Meditation upon it, making it and easier fight.

 

((My defense post is time. Time as in you didn't have the right time to set up a killshot. And if for some reason, the mods allow for god-modding time my defense is the pure fact of Battle Meditation would break up any sort of good attack against us to kill us in one shot.))

[Moon Knight]

((My part of the defense post.))

 

ShadowFett sat patiently aboard the boarding craft during the short but fast-paced boarding action. They had been so close to the station to begin with, having timed insertion to be as close as possible and making sure that the corvettes had been near the station, that they had the definite tactical advantage at this point. And not only were their fighters prepped for immediate launch, but the surprise attack meant that the station's weapons were already being destroyed so that the boarding could commence.

 

The Mando'ad sat at the front of the passenger section, a silent man behind a mask sitting across from soldiers that, while useful, fought on a much lower level than he did. Some of them looked nervous, perhaps fighting their personal demons as they took part in a military action that could claim their lives. But he himself was a true verd, and he was completely calm as he sat there, knowing full well that he could control his fate.

 

That started now, even before he was aboard pitting his personal besbe'trayce against stormtrooper plasteel and feeling the sting of return fire against his beskar'gam. First he had to get to that point, and the squadron of E-wings packed tight around the boarding craft would help him get it done.

 

Inside his buy'ce he was tapped into fleet channels, monitering chatter like a professional thanks to the training in the area he received under Black Sun. By glancing out the front viewport and from what he could glean from the audio pickup, he understood that a few Predators managed to get launched and juxtaposed themselves between the boarding craft and the station.

 

A foolish move and waste of life, he thought, though he cared not for Imperial lives. They knew the risks. "Black squadron, give us some torpedoes," he said, his words not escaping beyond his helmet but being carried over the comm channel. E-wings had a remarkable payload of proton torpedoes, and a number of them lanced out towards the enemy fighters. They would either be destroyed or have to get the shab out of the way, and Fett cared not which option they chose as both served his purposes. And the Empire had another disadvantage--the station managed to get off a couple concussion missiles before those weapons were overwhelmed and the Predators maybe a couple more, but since the warheads were coming straight toward the landing craft and its escort, the impressive array of laser fire that erupted to meet them, many of it commissioned to clear landing zones with utmost efficiency, had no problem intercepting and destroying the missiles.

 

Save one. But the combined strength of several transports' deflector shields managed that. It was no more dangerous than a blaster bolt was to Fett's beskar second skin. Seconds later, the landing craft roared through the gap left by detonating proton torpedoes and secured boarding tubes.

 

Assault rifle in hand, Moon Knight was first aboard the station. Ori'ramikade were a rare sight in the galaxy, and few men had to fight through a situation where a Mando'ad came bursting through an airlock, but the hastily awoken stormtroopers and security volunteers were about to enter a fight for their lives, because that's exactly what they were facing.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Ruling on the killshot request by Deton against Moon Knight and Kirlocca for their assault on Ilum's T-441 station and assorted defenses. Tough fight to gauge and rule on, but here's my findings:

 

First off, elements work in the Republic's favor for a bounty of successfuly recon work. However, the assumption that the alert was a "false alarm" assumes too much and the Imperials are still prepared and on high alert.

 

MK takes an advantage early on with damage to the station's systems from the benefit of his surprise attack, though the two IPV corvettes, given their speed and armorment, would be able to act evasively and survive this, still as deadly threats. The station however, would likely be crippled by the coordinated firepower concentrated on it from the initial attack, and the fighters from its auxilary platforms as well. The Empire gets props from drawing in support from all sides, including the planet below to muster its fleet to help offset this.

 

Kirlocca's battle meditation, tactics, as well as support fire and the Republic's superior ships by design are sufficient to deny the killshot attempt on Moon Knight- so in that respect, Killshot failed, and Moon Knight can commence his bording action.

 

However, the Empire made a very firm tactical decision to send itsSstar Destroyer against a Nebulon B and alpha strike its exposed middle section, which in turn, can cripple a ship and kill most of its crew. To that end, given the alpha strike by the Star Destroyer, still on high alert and mostly ready, the targetted Nebulon B is toast and split in twain. leaving the Republic with 3 in this battle.

 

Excellent posting by all sides, and I look forward to seeing the rest of this battle.

[Moon Knight]

One moment was terse silence as troops piled into the airlock through the boarding tube, each man checking his weapon and ready to fight for his ideals. One moved forward to set the directional charge that would blow through the interior airlock and initiate combat, but their captain, ShadowFett, waved him back. From his satchel he produced an unusual weapon to be seen on a Mando'ad, but a moment later a lightsaber thrummed to life and he used it to cut through the seal.

 

A second later, the lightsaber was off, Fett's rifle was back in his hands, and he gave the metal door a good kick. It toppled, and he opened fire right over the top as it fell, his assault tearing through a line of Imperial troops rushed to the boarding location. And then it was chaos. A concussion grenade tore into the stromtrooper line and Fett dashed forward to a doorway to take cover from return fire. A bolt glanced off his beskar'gam just before he reached it. He ducked in there, then popped out and gunned down two stormtroopers with perfect efficiency--one quick burst of fire each.

 

The familiar adrenaline of combat rushed through his veins as the last of the Imperial troops fell, then he signalled his squad to form up by raising his hand, then closing it into a fist. In his buy'ce, he gave a brief command to one of the other boarding teams to meet up with his at the next juncture. His penetrating radar system was quickly building a map of his immediate surroundings and displaying it in the top-right display in his HUD.

 

But really his radar was only checking the map against T-441 station schematics he had uploaded before the assault, thanks to their intelligence. He was heading straight for the command center while another team was going for the power core. He doubted that the Empire would scuttle the station just to kill a handful of troops, but it was worth the precaution. A verd never failed to give himself any advantage he could--why should he?

 

Now the ori'ramikade dashed around a corner, his penetrating radar again supplying him with the location of the targets that awaited him even before he executed the maneuver. Thusly, instead of popping off a surprised reactionary shot, he already had his assault rifle spewing fire in all the right places and found cover before return fire began to track him. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.

[Deton]

He stood arms clasped behind his back. It was not an act of brooding but, instead a thoughtful action, helping him to clear his head, as well as appear powerful to his men before him. He could feel it, sense it within his men. They felt as though the situation was hopeless. Even the brief elation that came with watching a full frigate be destroyed hadn't kept their mood up for very long.

 

Then again, he hadn't expected it too. Even he was starting to feel like the situation was lost. A problem in his mind given how he was responsible for over three thousand lives. He could not afford to have such feelings of despair nor apathy. Otherwise, he would have to hope the rebels would kill instead of the alternative. That being having to tell the three thousand different families why their relative wouldn't be coming home, ever again.

 

His eyes briefly shifted toward the stormtroopers in the room. He could never tell what they were thinking. They were just silent, he thought he could see a bit of edge in their movements. Yet that all encompassing armor, made it hard for him to tell one stormtrooper from another. They had responded quickly enough with the mere mention of boarding parties on there way. The command center had quickly been re-enforced the moment the initial reports came in about a Jedi on station.

 

Jedi... that is the problem. That is what is making us feel this way. A single Jedi

Perhaps if he knew just how true those words were he could take solace in them. Instead it was a matter of keeping himself, and his people alive.

 

I suppose there is no use wishing I had my own Maarek Stele. Then I wouldn't be in this mess. No, time to get a handle on this situation. Now think, clearly the command center is a potential target...

 

The station rocked a bit as a hit on the station, caused a small imbalance in step. He he not already been braced, chances were high he could have fallen. He only hoped the stormtroopers repealing the attack had not taken a nasty spill.

 

Attacking the station while having a boarding party aboard, bold. Can't tell if they want to take it alive or just neutralize it. Assuming they just want it neutralized, then hangers, and quarters will be spared. The power core could be in jeopardy as well as this command center, since we hold the communications here. I'll re-enforce the power core, but what else could potential be hit...

 

As seemingly calm as the commander seemed to be, the command center was actually a buzz with activity. Suddenly the voice of the commander rang out, alerting the stormtrooper captain that it was time for a counter attack. The commander had no intention of ending up like Outpost D-34and he made it quite clear to the stormtrooper captain before giving him his assignment.

 

With almost silent efficiency that the commander admired, he watched the troopers move into position. There were three main ways into the command center. Given that hey were dealing with a Jedi, they were being inventive with their re-enforcement of the command center. After all engagement after engagement had proven that a standard defense was almost doomed to fail.

 

Outside the command center, the lights were turned up for maximum brightness. Causing intense glare all through out the station walls. This was meant to reduce the enemy's ability to see, by forcing a squint due to the harsh lights. Simultaneously, areas thought to be targets were bathed in complete darkness. This included the command center and the power core. The gunnery stations, were unaffected by either protocol as their main job was to defend the station against space attacks. They were however, granted a military guard. Not stormtroopers, but imperial army Meant to watch over each gun, and take down intruders.

 

As the command center had three access ways, the commander felt the need to limit that number to two. As a result a shaped charge was place and detonated, reducing the long stretch of hall way from the left of the forward docking bay into nothing more than an ice cold vacuum. The hole was barley big enough to suck a man through, which would allow for an easier patch later. The end was seal off, so the enemy would have to cut through to be exposed to such a trap. A fitting end for a Jedi should he choose that route to come up. He had the door merely locked on the command center side. Which would allow it to be opened later with a single command. Granted it was not something to be opened easily, but one to be opened quickly if need be. It would also be hard for a Jedi to detect even if they could see through walls, as the hole was not place in such an obvious location, but instead hidden well with in a line of sight. No jagged edges to give away the true nature of the left hallway.

 

As the right hallways and the forward area were now the only areas that truly needed defending, the eighteen storm troopers on the bridge plus the captain began to take their positions. Since there were two squads, there were also two sgts. Yet both squads were head up under the stormtrooper captain. The commander had to wonder if they communicated telepathically, as he heard no voices, just movement in the darkness. While he himself could not see, it did not seem to hamper his staff which were currently running their operations, with the implicit order to move to the right hallway and evacuate should the command center be breached. Unless of course the enemy came in from the right hallway, upon which they were to move to the forward hallway. Given how it was complete darkness, a flare system had been set up, the moment one of the doors opened, six flares surrounding that doorway would go off. Blinding, any would be attacker. Then the staff was to move to the dark door. When it opened, the flares would go off, covering their escape by once again blinding the attacker. If he did not need them working until the last possible minute, he would have already ordered their evacuation. As it was he had already move non essential personal up and away from the command center. He was working with the barebones. The familiar weight of the pistol on his hip gave him some feeling of safety, even surrounded by darkness. Beyond this the actual coordination of the defense of the command center would lie with the stormtrooper captain, as he was after all considered staff at this point.[

 

Captain Reach watched as his men moved into position. The ion flares had been set, and were ready to blow. Rebel troopers were notoriously stupid for not wear helmets. The darkness provided cover for his men. The rebels, were walking into a trap. After coming in from the bright hallways, they would walk into a room instantly be blinded by flares not once but twice. This would allow the initial barrage of fire, to give way with out revealing the positions of his men.

 

Once that initial surprise wore off if there were any rebel troopers or worse yet if the jedi was still alive and kicking, they would be fighting blind unlike the stormtroopers. Helmets were a useful thing, they protected the trooper against intense glare and provided them with enhanced combat vision. That being a fancy way to say that they allowed vision through many barriers such as smoke, darkness and fire. As such while it wouldn't be a bright as day, the troopers had little to lose with this stratagem as the flares would not blind them, nor the contrast between darkness and the hallway. Should the rebels decide to back up into the hallway in order to avoid fighting in a dark room, it would be like shooting fish in a long barrel. Should they charge into the room, they would be ambushed by the three man positions set up around the room mean to cover the two doors, while allowing fire into the hallway. With nine men devoted per door. Since the orders were for alive and not dead the Captain was being generous. If it was being fully played the way he wanted to, the moment that door opened, he would have chucked three thermals in, be done with the whole story. Though that would negate the room useless by all until the end of the battle, which would be like destroying the whole station. Still it was a heart warming thought in his mind. POSLWJK protocols were in place, which meant his men had to spread out, in such a way to at least half circle the jedi, while pouring on stun bolts, as a lightsaber was unable to block stun bolts. While he had divided the two squads into three man teams, two of the teams had an Imperial incinerator trooper in them. Courtesy of Emperor Rustic and his POSLWJK protocols. The idea being, that fire was a good thing, as it wouldn't blow a hole in a ship's hull and was something a Jedi would have a hard time defending against. Each trooper however had his own door to cover, and were replacing the heavy arms trooper that would normally be deployed but be unwise for such tight quarters, and the vacuum of space so close by. Sadly for the Incinerator troops, they had lost their thermal dets, and had them replaced with Ec dets, the idea being to simply fry the lightsaber, if all else failed, with a well placed charge as well as damn near electrocute the jedi.

 

Hmm but reports say this jedi was armored. Same as with the rumors of armored Jedi that took Sullust. While the Ec will get him, I wonder if it will kill him or merely stun him.

 

Then there were three contingency plans. In case the bridge was simply over run, and a retreat was needed and then a counter attack reformed. As a result he had been given control of opening up the left door, if he needed to escape via that route. One that a jedi would have trouble navigating, while stormtroopers were quite equipped to deal with. Of course,in such cases, he was also given the permission to kill off as many of the enemy as possible, however it needed to be done.

 

As he was the odd man out, he took cover near the one door that nobody could use. That way he would be able to oversea and direct everything, with out, the need to watch his backside as much.

 

 

Meanwhile the power core had also been given two Stormtrooper squads to defend with. Their defense was simply however. Evacuation of everyone, they planned to hold the room. The idea being flat out blaster to blaster fire. Upon which they had asked for the gravity of the power core to be negated so they could fight in a zero-g situation, something stormtroopers were trained in. They had also asked that life support in that area be put on a minimal, and had reduced the air in the room a good deal. That way when the rebel troops entered the room they would be fighting at many losses. Stormtroopers had a reserve supply of air, that would last them twenty minutes. More than enough time for the average human to be knocked out by the severe lack of air, while attempting to fight an enemy, and also being thrown off balance by the zero gravity. If the zero gravity and lack of bracing, didn't make them light headed, then the thin air and bodily exertion would. POSLWJK protocols were in place as well, which meant the eighteen stormtroopers had spaced themselves out pretty evenly between the four doors leading in and out of the place, and as it had more than one story, some were also on catwalks above. Stun bolts were the order issued, in case the Jedi choose to come there. As a result there were a bunch of men bathed in darkness, eagerly awaiting the chance to stun the eyeballs out of any rebel trooper they saw.

 

 

Through out the station, counter defenses were being hastily constructed to stop the advance of the boarding parties. Those being e-webs for long halls, and men in adjacent rooms to halls, allowing the ability to peek out and fire, while darting back into rooms when it got to tough. POSLWJK protocols were of course in place, which allowed for stun bolts at close ranges and lethal bolts at long distances.

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In space, there was a different story. The men who put their lives on the line to defend this world. Who were only in some cases, inches away from the cold embrace of the vacuum of space, fought as hard as they could muster given the circumstances.

 

The had a concussion missile launcher positioned at the tip of its underside. While it was often used to discourage starfighter attacks, its most important role was to intercept incoming warheads before they could harm the station. Attacking fighters often had to use several concussion missiles of their own to overwhelm this anti-warhead defense.

 

It soon fell silent under the initial attack of the enemy forces. So did half of the laser cannons then men who manned them letting out unheard screams as their flesh cooled in the black void of space. The boarding parties broke through, as four of the Tie preds took direct hits from torpedoes, the other five, having done maneuvers, that took them to far out of range to stop the initial craft. As a result, they soon found their fire power against the swarms of enemy fighters.

 

Yet all was not lost. Unlike the Tie fighters who had cleared their clearly doomed Tie staging areas, and distanced themselves from the explosions enemy forces had still been around the nebulon-B that the star destroyer had cracked into two pieces. As a result, the fighters got the luxury of navigating past the doom and dying crew of the destroyed ship, and all of the debris it left behind.

 

Also at last the battle had been joined. The ties launched from the Tie staging area, had wasted no time distancing themselves from their doomed home, and hurrying to join the battle for the station. The goal was the need to control the air space around the station. As the Frigates had been busy with the Tie staging areas and not the TIE's themselves, they brought their impressive nearly one hundred man fire power to bear on the situation. Now the enemy fighters from the distant Nebulon-B frigates would have to play catch up.

 

The fighters from the star destroyer were no laughing joke either, they engaged in the battle found little time wasted in choosing targets. The rebel forces around the space station were a bit overwhelmed in terms of numbers with the Imperial response.

 

The ground forces pilots which totaled the three bombers and fifteen tie fighters, began a concentrated harassment and bombardment of the mid section of the last frigate still near the station. It seemed to be trying to protect the space, an odd placement, but one that did not matter for the pilots. After all their target had been destroyed, and so were lending an assist to the other bombers in field. Nothing had been done to negate the Imperial Star Destroyer's bombers, and so the main bridge of the remaining frigate in the field felt the overwhelming force, of having a full squadron of bombers unload a payload on their windshield. Needless to say, the last three bombers coming in to finish the job would be insult to injury and would surely cracked this ship in half from top to bottom with their strike. Even still the full bomber squadron was coming in for another pass, not aware there were others coming to finish the job they had started. Their escorts were a buzz with activity, making sure any fighter that so much as looked at the bombers funny, felt the sting of their lasers.

 

Meanwhile the bulk of tie fighter forces were attempting to secure the space around the space station. As the other two neblon-B were a bit distance thanks to their attack of the tie staging areas, they really only had to content with Alliance fighters in the area. The fighting was fierce but numerically the Toe fighters had the advantage, and in terms of superiority, the advantage was slight in the rebels favor, as the Empire had a mixture of Tie fighter types on the field.

 

As the troop transports had more or less made it, all Tie fighter forces really were about neutralizing the enemy. The entire focus shifted into killing as many of the enemy as it was militarily possible.

The Imperial Star destroyer had a different story on her hands.

”œCaptain, we got her. Enemy ship has been split in two as per your orders.”

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca could feel the many small events that were going on amongst the battle through his Battle Meditation. Feeling strong resolve from a far on the Star Destroyer, Kirlocca knew now was the time to go for the throat of the Empire within this sector. Keeping both eyes close, the Jedi master barked and growled at the crew as his translator droid did its job.

 

"Move the Affinity to aid with the Justice and Victory. The Station here is of no more threat."

 

The crew quickly acknowledged and brought the vessel around to engage the Star Destroyer with it's sister ships. Kirlocca held no more worry about the Station because it already suffered massive damage from the initial assault. In fact, most of the fighters within the area were also wiped out as well, leaving the Republic's starfighters having the number game on their side.

 

"Bring all fighters to bear zone coverages around our ships, and have them only engage when critical systems are being targeted."

 

Already, as the Affinity came to aid its sister ships, Kirlocca began to pour himself into the Battle Meditation, coordinating the fire, decreasing the enemies will to fight and destroying their coordination on the overall performance. He made sure that all of the focus of his gunners were at the shield generators of the Star Destroyer, keeping a steady pour of barrage fire into them, weakening them to their breaking point.

 

"Tell Red Squadron that they may take a run at the bridge."

 

An officer relayed his orders the the X-wing squadron and they immediately began their assault on the bridge. Kirlocca made sure to bring forth a strong coordination on the effort of the gunners of all three ships, as well as the X-wing squadron. As the gunners pushed heavy fire into the shield generators, Red Squadron made its run, and when it reached the right point, Kirlocca have them almost perfect coordination in firing their torpedoes at the bridge of the Star Destroyer.

 

(Killshot request)

((Since there isn't a PC in the area, this is just a Killshot at the Star Destroyer.)

[Deton]

The commander of the Star destroyer stood stoic, and impassive. He had to admit he wanted no part in this battle. He had no interest or desire to continue to fight. It was something that on some level troubled him, yet on another level he shrugged off. He could not afford apathy in this battle, lest he cost the lives of thousands of men.

 

Here I am above a world, that both Jedi and Sith frequent as a source of their dreaded lightsaber crystals and I develop apathy. How wonderful. I wouldn't be surprised if there were Jedi out there, working against me. Manipulating me with their disgusting Jedi magic.

 

He looked toward his command staff, his operating crew. He had been with them long enough, been stuck in this sector for what felt like forever. He could tell what they were thinking, and they seemed to be in line with him.

 

Surely I am not projecting my mood so much that they are picking up and emulating it. No something else must be at work here.

 

His eyes gazed at the fire that seemed to burn through the cold vacuum of space. Ships flared, lives were lost and through it all he remained impassive. No fighters had come to aid the Victory Yet still the fly boys seemed to be having a troublesome time, disabling the big ship.

 

Justice Had been feeling the rain of the star destroyer for some time, yet her shields had held so far, and so she remained a player in the game. Even though she was beneath him. As it seemed the enemy had the numbers game near the station in terms of enemy fighters, the bulk of Imperial forces, had decided that their designated area of around the station was not an order worth following. As a result, they seemed to be more or less following him. Still with the corvettes around the station it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered in his opinion.

 

Out in the field the Affinity felt the final nail in her coffin. As a full bomber squadron had been harassing her main bridge for a while now. That squadron was later joined up by the few bombers the ground forces had sent. As a result, a ridiculous number of bombers had been practically unopposed while bombing the main bridge of the affinity for quite some time. The escorts of the bombers, did not seemed to have much trouble defending them as they assaulted the bridge of the affinity. It seemed the order to protect the critical zones of the Affinity came too late. Especially given how that meant the enemy would have to break away from currently dogfighting imperial forces,in order to provide cover and engage in more dogfighting only this time with the escorts as well as the imperial fighters that followed. The bombers a bit clumsy had accomplished their mission. Fire blossomed from the bridge of the affinity, the bombs having broke past the shields and delivered their payload into the meat of the ship. To say it was akin to the damage when an A-wing crashed into a super star destroyer's bridge would be false. As that had only been a lone ship, while this had been payload after payload of bombardment right into the enemy's face.

 

Meanwhile as the bombers finished off the Affinity the commander was alerted to one single fact.

”œSir a group of x-wings just launched a barrage of torpedoes at our bridge.”

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Quick ruling on the coordinate strike against the Star Destroyer. Excellent use of tactics- between having TIEs soak up the missiles, to a full forward on the shields against the impending assault. It is a sufficient, though only just, holding action against the oncoming X wings, missiles, and the bombardment from three Nebulon Bs against the bridge. Killshot failed.

 

Wookiee Jedi, its your move to make a defense post for the Affinity so I can rule on Deton's killshot.

[Wookiee Jedi]

Kirlocca didn't get up or move, as of such, neither did any sort of attack come out at the Affinity. But Kirlocca knew none such would. He was pouring into his Battle Meditation towards the enemy, urging the very thought of attacking the Republic vessels would result an instant death. While any or user of the ability would not be able to perform such a feat, Kirlocca had mastered the ability to its fullest potential, leaving him able to control the battle to the point of planting suggestion into the enemies mind. He knew the moves of the Imperials before they even made it. It was his battle to decide who went where and what they did. The crew of the Affinity didn't panic at the sound of losing their engines, as the resolve of the Battle Meditation kept them going. It kept them calm. The Commodore of the fleet spoke out orders, but they were so distant to Kirlocca, he couldn't even make out what was being said. Reaching out, Kirlocca softly touched his mind, letting him know a small part of his plan to keep them alive throughout this fight.

 

"Red Squadron, pull back to hub! Green and Silver Squadron, make strafing runs against the Corvettes. I want them falling to the surface within the minutes. Gold Squadron, make a run at the Star Destroyer at angle four, zero, vector five."

 

The Commodore looked back at the Jedi, but clearly he would get no reason as to why he gave the orders that he did. Kirlocca slowly pushed the thought into the minds of all the Imperial starfighter pilots that both the E-wings and the A-wings that were slowly moving towards the Corvettes took the highest priority of targets to go after, even at the risk of being court-marshaled by their superiors. Almost with extreme perfection, all A-wings and E-wings dropped over just one of the Corvettes, pouring a stream of both fire and a mix of all sorts of missiles and torpedos into the bridge. Never before in the Empire and Republic history has such precision been performed in a battle before.

 

At that very same moment, a full squadron of Y-wings managed to skim across the surface of the Star Destroyer and found themselves before the turret control. Like Green and Silver Squadron, the precision of the bombing run at the turret control was at militaries finest point, smashing into the surface of the Star Destroyer, and with the last barrage of fire that was poured into the Destroyer, the damage was almost guaranteed to fulfill its job at rendering half of the turbo laser useless in the fight.

 

Even aboard the Affinity, Kirlocca found himself stretched heavily over the battle, but with him at his most peaceful, meditative state he was ever found himself in, leaving him more then able to carry out his Battle Meditation for good few more rounds before he tired out. It was and would be the only thing to keep him and the crew of the Affinity alive long enough to to see the end of the battle over Ilum. Reaching out, he touched the mind of the communications officer, letting him know to send off a scramble code to Gala.

 

((Defense post/Killshot against one of the two Corvettes.))

Edited December 16, 2009 by Guest

[Moon Knight]

Moon Knight and his troops moved quickly towards the command center, and many stormtroopers fell back as they approached. Fett immediately began to interpret this data and decided that they had probably deciphered his intent to take the control center and the power core and were reinforcing those positions. It was a good tactic--the only thing the Empire could do in small skirmishes away from key targets was spread out their forces and delay the inevitable. Still, the Mando'ad remained confident that he would figure out a way to bypass or destroy even fortified positions.

 

Of course, not all the Imperial forces fell back. E-web cannons and other dangerous threats still remained, and ShadowFett and his men dealt with these as they came. Whether he was bouncing grenades around corners or opening fire with his assault rifle before his opponents could track his movement, he was consistently getting the drop on the ge'verde that stood in his path, and his years of combat experience ensured that any surprise was sufficient for him to eliminate key threats before they could open fire.

 

His map told him that there were three main approaches to the command center. The most direct approach was the one he came upon first, a long corridor that lead immediately to the control room itself. This one he would have expected to be the most fortified, so he approached with caution. However, he found a sealed blast door and beyond it, according to his penetrating radar, was an empty hallway. The verd considered the situation--certainly the Empire wouldn't give up the control room, so either the hallway was perfectly trapped, or it was impassable for some reason he couldn't see.

 

Mines and explosives he could identify, and he couldn't see any. It's open to vacuum, then, he decided. Impassable indeed, for his troops. So he turned to the next ranking trooper and gave him instructions. They were to head for the second approach, but fight an extremely conservative battle. Even if the Empire had very much fortified those positions, a conservative approach where the troops fell back if the pressure was too great and stuck to cover most of the rest of the time meant that they could hold out for a long period while Fett did his work.

 

He was going to use the passageway that the Empire had eliminated as a possibility. Lightsaber again in hand, the Mando'ad cut a half-meter hole in the blast door. Immediately his suspicions were confirmed as air went rushing out through the hole. Locking himself in place so he didn't block that passage of air, the beroya watched as a second blast door a few meters down the corridor behind him slammed shut, sealing off the rest of the ship as per automatic safety protocol. And with that, he had created himself a temporary airlock.

 

With two hours of air in his buy'ce and equalized pressure between his current room and the abandoned corridor, Fett cut the rest of the hole in the door and considered spacewalking down the corridor to get to the command center. It would raise some problems, however, to cut into the control room and face oncoming air, and he had no doubt that a small breach would be quickly sealed. So he decided a more direct approach was necessary.

 

Leaning down, ShadowFett brought the concussion missile mounted on his repulsor/jet pack to bear on the far end of the corridor. He launched the missile, then dropped to the ground. The weapon leapt across the distance and slammed into the blast door, not only completely destroying it, but taking a large chunk (several meters across) out of the surrounding walls in a shabla impressive display of power that met Fett's expectations.

 

The result was that all the air from the command center rushed out into space in about a standard second, the bodies of all the men inside with it, most of them showing the messy signs of explosive decompression. There were a few stormtroopers, too, Fett noted, whom would have a little air, but they were now tumbling uncontrollably through vacuum, no longer threats to his operation. No doubt, the ori'ramikad noted, they would soon suffocate. Now he proceeded through his door and down to the opened control room, his own two-hour supply of air and his repulsor pack giving him the time and maneuverability necessary to complete his task.

 

Now all he had to do was flank the stormtroopers that his men were fighting a no-doubt pitched battle against. He doubted the Empire would be expecting an attack from behind, and the sounds of the explosion he had created would no doubt be covered up by the sounds of the firefight in which they had engaged.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Ruling on the killshot attempt on the Affinity.

 

The main attack from Deton's post was explicitly the TIE bomber squadrons, which were described as doing a run on the Affinity's bridge, and by association, targetting where Kirlocca was.

 

At issue is whether Kirlocca's battle mediation is sufficient enough to stop the assault run, as no other active effort was given towards the defense of the bridge by the ship or assorted Republic ships. Kirlocca is a Jedi Master, highly skilled in battle meditation, and made an active point in trying to turn away the bombing run.

 

Battle meditation is primarily used to boost the morale of one's own troops and coordinate their efforts- particularly from a Jedi/Light side use. Even with the advantage of a PC commander set against NPCs, I do not believe this sufficient to stop the killshot commenced by almost two whole squads of TIE bombers against the Affinity's bridge as I found no other active defensie actions being taken in the defense post- mind tricks alone cannot stop a bombing run of that caliber- not without committing something to the defense of the ship. Killshot Successful.

 

With that said, significant effort was put forth against both the imperial Corvette and the Star Destroyer, pressing the attacks with both the meditation and ship deployment. While the meditation will end with the Jedi's death, the danger, formations, and planning, as well as damage already done will not be stopped soley by this set back, and in turn a defensive post must be posted to save the Corvette, as well as Star Destroyer, from further damage.

[Onderin Starlisk]

((This is dangerously close to alias-stacking, I know, but Kirlocca contacted Onderin IC to request this post, so I'd be ridiculous not to oblige.))

 

Just when the battle was starting to look grim for the Augury forces arrayed against the Empire's defenses, which were most certainly wearing down, the scene changed dramatically. A weakened Star Destroyer and two Corvettes may have been an appropriate challenge for three Nebulon-B escort frigates and their superior force of starfighters, but war was a series of give-and-takes.

 

The New Republic didn't give up on their allies when they asked for aid. A fresh MC90a Star Cruiser appeared out of hyperspace almost right on top of the station, at the same coordinates at which the Augury force had initially appeared. This one had full New Republic markings and from its hangar bay it was launching a whole new wave of fighters which dwarfed what was out there now.

 

Star Cruisers were tremendously tough capital ships and their turbolasers were coordinated in arrays that allowed them to deliver massive broadsides. Having dropped right in the middle of the battle, it was immediately able to deliver just such an attack to the Imperial Star Destroyer that had been fighting a long and wearying battle against the frigates.

 

Alongside and beneath it were squadrons of E-wings which had an impressive payload of proton torpedoes. Without Imperial fighters yet being in place to repel their attack, waves of these torpedoes joined the turbolaser barrage. The Star Destroyer didn't stand a chance against this surprise attack from a fresh ship.

 

<< Killshot Requested >>

 

((The Augury gets command of this vessel from here on out, since there isn't a PC attached to it. Even if that just means Fett will post its actions.))

[Deton]

The evacuation of the command center had gone as planned. As soon as the rebels had opened up the first door, the flares went off, blinding their enemy. With the rebels unable to see, as the stormtroopers began to open fire on the rebels position. An easy enough proposition, given the rebels were in a hall way. As the staff exited out including the commander, three stormtroopers followed them out, in case they ran into a second rebel force coming down.

 

A few men perhaps feeling the joy of battle, and being this close to a fire fight, stayed behind, and pistol's in hand were firing lethal shots at the enemy, while the stormtroopers continued with the stun bolts.

 

Koochoo!

Came the thought of the Stormtrooper captain, expecting the Jedi's saber to appear and batter those lethal bolts right back into the foolish faces of the staff that had stayed behind. Yet when deadly saber did not appear, and his men were not dropping thanks to the foolishness, of these few center staff, he began to wonder.

 

Where the Peedunky Jedi?

 

Captain Reach had spent quite a lot of time in the away from the core worlds. These unknown regions were just the latest move from the outer regions he had been stationed at previously. Still out here, where the law had trouble reaching it seemed, he knew when something was fishy.

 

Not a rat's chance in Hell.

 

He moved forward from the door, rushing to get to the command staff still left around before it was too late.

 

”œGet O-”

[Moon Knight]

((Didn't sign up for a fleet battle.))

 

Just as the newly arrived Star Cruiser was doing its job, things started to go poorly. Somehow, for some unknown reason, the Empire had decided to respond to every small disturbance with overwhelming force. It didn't seem like good military tactics to those aboard the Republic vessels, but the important part right now was that the policy meant that they had a whole Imperial fleet before them now. It meant that they weren't about to destroy Ilum's defenses and take the planet.

 

"Full retreat," the commanding officer ordered. There was no sense hanging around here and getting killed for a lost cause. So the two Nebulon-B frigates and the cruiser put power to their drives and headed for deep space. They had enough of a lead on the encroaching Imperial forces that it wasn't a problem to get into hyperspace, especially since the Empire hadn't brought Interdictor cruisers. Jamming was dropped and, aboard the station, ShadowFett was notified.

 

<< Defense Post >>

 

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Meanwhile, Moon Knight was fighting a very interesting battle aboard the space station. He had to admit, he had never seen stormtroopers perform as well as they were here today. In fact, they were almost mandokarla. Perhaps. Fett had cleared most of the command center with the decompression, but more opponents than he had expected managed to keep their footing long enough to survive the initial recession of air and their short-term air supplies kicked in.

 

As he moved towards the opening, he was watching carefully for a response, and he received one. The first thing was a grenade, quickly identified by its shape and coloration as an EC detonator. Brilliant, Fett thought as it soared toward him. If it detonated and shut down his systems, things would go to haran. So he simply would avoid that situation, he decided, his brain working at a lightyear per second. One of his jetiise allies would have used the Force to repel the grenade. Without that option, he moved to another, similar one--he turned around and gave a thrust from his repulsor pack on reverse. Instead of giving him a push, it gave a push to the grenade.

 

As its timer ticked down to zero, Fett cleared its blast radius. Of course, this was hardly over. Three stormtroopers made an attack against his repulsor pack, which he had unfortunately turned to them, and another EC detonator came soaring in. Switching his pack back to normal settings, the Mando'ad gave another thrust which helped distance him from the det and the stormtroopers, then he spun, his assault rifle blazing. With long years of experience and training with such weapons as this that went back to his childhood, he had relatively little trouble gunning down not only the detonator itself, which exploded prematurely, but also the stormtroopers in close proximity to it.

 

The stormtroopers seemed to have moved a body into his hallway, Fett noted, but he didn't particularly care. He was more concerned with what remained in the control room, and he swapped out his assault rifle for his more powerful disruptor as he moved through the archway, his eyes scanning through his buy'ce and locating another target--clearly the man in charge. That man was quick, too, as he opened fire on the ramikad's location. He even managed to land a bolt on Fett's beskar'gam, but it didn't matter. Not only did the durable metal shrug off the bolt, but Fett sent one shot back along the same vector as the incoming attack, and Captain Reach disintegrated.

 

Back to his assault rifle, Fett proceeded to clear the room with the efficiency of a man who had fought for all his life and more. And indeed it was more, for he was Moon Knight, weilder of a strange power very much unlike that of jetiise and dar'jetiise. At any rate, he made short work of the room's inhabitants and had taken the control room.

 

Only then did he find out that an Imperial fleet had shown up and his own ships were retreating. It was the right decision, too, especially since the Nebulon-B frigate on which he had arrived had been destroyed. For that matter, he couldn't do much good here by himself, so it was probably time for him to baslan shev'la, as well. Probably not an easy task, all things considered, but for someone like ShadowFett, it was well within the realm of possibility.

 

To the hangar, he said, though not before establishing a quick remote link with the station main computer so that he could make his getaway a bit easier. Going back out through the hole he had made with his concussion missile, ShadowFett used his repulsor pack for a quick spacewalk back to the hangars. It took a few minutes, but nothing that threatened his air supply of two hours. The biggest concern he had was that the Empire would grow some get'se and get someone into the control room--not just soldiers--that could disrupt his computer link before he was done with it.

 

Untraceable outside the station, Fett reached the hangar without incident, somewhat enjoying the view of the vast Imperial fleet he got from his position. Troops had been relocated to fight the intruders, so he found the hangar empty of all but a few techs. Rather they not report this, he thought, tapping a small device on his belt. A second later, he entered the hangar with a holographic disguise of another tech layed over his beskar second skin. He walked unmolested to an Imperial shuttle, used his link with the computer to give himself official launch authorization, and left the station.

 

Now he just needed to stick around long enough to see what happened to the Republic ships the Augury had borrowed and he could slip away himself. In an authorized Imperial shuttle that was a part of any battle like this, the Empire wouldn't even notice him.

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

Ruling first on fleet & cap ships- though the later action, it's the easist to do. No interdictor- wax, on, wax off- fleet in, fleet out. Timing would also be an issue- seperating it by degrees from the ruling below on the corvette. Against the Republic cruiser & frigates, Killshot failed.

 

Onto the more immediate question of if the orignal targetted corvette survived (small item in the larger scale of the battle, but still of import). Firm tactics and posting by the NPC commander of the corvette, but given the degree and speed of the ships, as well as residual meditation leading up to the attack. Deton's March 31, 2009 and August 6, 2009 post indicates the corvettes to be IPV corvettes, not Tartans, which in turn have a smaller frame and more vulnerability to the missile onslaught- while shooting and shields mitigate the damage, its not a complete defense. Against the Imperial corvette Killshot successful.

 

That said, I think this seems to wrap up the fight/hostilities- compliments to both sides on this for excellent use of tactics in the limited engagement. My additional apologies if the use of killshots here was unconventional in the rulings.

[Moon Knight]

((Three days later...))

 

ShadowFett gave a smirk as the Imperial corvette was torn asunder by the Republic starships as they pulled out of the system. He had largely decimated the station and its defenses, scores of Imperial fighters had been destroyed, and they had claimed a couple big targets, too. Although it ended with a baslan shev'la, the mission hadn't been totally in vain. And if the Empire really responded to tiny disturbances with fleets, then he had some valuable intel the Augury could use in the future.

 

Taking his shuttle right through the fleet on the way to the main hyperspace lane out, Fett examined the defeat. He didn't think he had made any mistakes, but perhaps there were a few things that could be done even better on his part. Troch, he decided, pulling back the hyperspace levers and leaving the frazzled system behind.

[Scorp Jedi Knight]

((Wrong spot))

[Deton]

((Yea this is just a clean up post. Suddenly got really busy again.))

 

The mando slipped brought it all and escaped into hyperspace. All he left behind was the bodies and regrets of the dead, as well as the after image of him operating in prime form through the flashes in the dark and his escape thereafter.

As the republic ships left the sector, the fleet moved to re-enforce and protect the sector. Securing the hyperspace lanes, and protecting the sector from future attack. With the jamming lifted from the system, the calls began to come in. Rosters for lost men began to be brought up, in order to find those to replace the dead. TIE staging areas were commissioned to be built and moved to Ilum once more, same set up, only adding an extra one for a se of bombers. Contractors were brought in to patch up and fix the station. The Imperial star destroyer that was limping was also granted a crew to work on it. There wasn't enough damage to warrant it having to flee to a shipbuilding site for repairs however.

Then came the ISB, they combed through the field of battle. Grabbed video of those who had bored the station. Question the rebels who had been forgotten by their leader Fett on the station. The news that Fett was working for the rebels did not go over well. Chances were they would be very little quarter for him in the future. The Nebulon-b frigate that was split in two in the mid section was thoroughly combed and gone over. The bridge was the most interesting aspect, as it contained a lot of what they sought. The one that the Jedi was killed on were of equal interest as well. Having examined and gathered the info they required, when they departed the clean up crews began. They came with their towing tractor beams, and their garbage collectors. The debris were being cleared away and what could be found a use would be found a use, other wise, the metal would be melted down, the circuits would be appropriated and in the end a recycling program like the rebels hadn't seen was in order.

Reports were filed, things where cleaned up, and the Imperial garrison down below began to put itself back into order. Things were progressing smoothly to put things back on track.

[Sgt. Slaughter]

A squadron of A-Wing starfighters appeared out of hyperspace in Ilum's outer orbit. These fighters, designed to serve as recon and hit-and-run skirmishers, were split into three flights of four ships. Immediately after they arrived, they drifted with their disproportionately large engines kept on idle, with their sensor jammers active to mitigate the chance they would be detected.