Carida

[Gabriel Zion]

-- Encrypted and Untraceable comm to Admiral Black --

 

The sabacc deck is stacked in our favour. Will send profits on. Will organise retrieval of package if required.

 

Out.

 

-- End Comm --

[Capt. Phillep]

Phillep saw as the Boarding parties ejected Umbilicals to the Avchia, using a light detonator, the air lock was busted open with the pomp and arrogance characteristic of an Imperial.

 

The battallion of Stormtroopers, with E-11s drawn and set to stun, walked aboard, untouched. The faces of the soldiers aboard were quite downturned... and with the sadistic grin, not a single Imperial soldier avoided a chuckle as their hated enemies were outmatched and defeated in the Battle over Caridia.

 

A single Imperial, by the medals, a Lt. Col., flanked by fifty Stormtroopers entered the Bridge, E-11s drawn ready for attack and took aim at the Wookiee Jedi Master and the Vice Admiral... The Lt. Colonel, dressed in the grey of Imperial Political Officers, with a flash of an arrogant smile, started to speak...

 

"I am Lt. Colonel McCarthy and for actions against the Imperial state and alleged Terrorist actions on Coruscant, Kashyyyk and Naboo against Imperial Civilians and Government Agents... you and all aboard are hereby under arrest for the the High Crime of Treason, Sowing Discord and Preaching Unorthodox Ways that counter the goals of the Galactic Imperium. Accept these charges and go to the Imperial Courts of Coruscant to counter such allegations or suffer the dire consequence of refusal."

 

The 50 Stormtroopers lifted their guns aiming at various Bridge Crew...

 

The other 1950 Stormtroopers searched the ship for other Rebels and issued similar decrees.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*The wookiee turned to adress the Imperial in charge of the boarding party. It took Kirlocca 4 seconds to find 12 places on his body where he could kill, or paralyze him. He fell into the force and began to speak to Admiral Black using telephaty.*

 

 

 

"If they make any moves to kill either you or me, don't move. I will need to know where you are at, at all times in order to take them all out. But unless they make that move...let's surender."

 

*A small smile appeared on the Wookiee master. It was his plan to be captrued all along. In fact...the Rebels futrue depended on him being captrued.*

[Officer Black]

Blacks eyes widened slightly with surprise, as he received his message. He had certain special abilities as he was able to podrace, but he surely couldn't be force sensative even though he was related to a Jedi.

 

Black eyed Kirlocca and gave a small nod of assurance. Maybe the wookie had a plan. One on one Imperials were no match for the rebels because their shear numbers allowed them to skimp on better training. All the way down from lowley privates up to captains the rebels were much better prepared man to man.

 

Black was sure of it that he would be rescued. Covert forces were a specialty of the rebellion, and they also had the Jedi on their side. Surely they would realize a master of theirs was in captivity.

 

Black sighed and stepped forward with a salute. "I am Vice Admiral Black, leader of this Armada." --He did not state that he was in fact leader of the rebellion--"I offer you my peaceful surrender."

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Man you folks make everything difficult... and couple you guys with a Hurricane, I need an aspirin. Seriously, I'll be out a few days, don't really know how long. So pardon me for the inconveniences but Mother Nature must really dislike Florida as of late.

 

IC:

Lt. Col. McCarthy's head tilted, "Good... then I take it you won't mind these."

 

A number of Imperial Stormtroopers approached with neural restraint collars... As expected, gaining severe resistance from the Jedi Master, the fifty men in unison launch simultaneous stun blasts and each directed at a different portion of the Jedi, regardless of any Force User's mastery, it was impossible to block every single attack... and if that wasn't enough, the Lt. Colonel produced a thermal detonator and activated it.

 

With a cool head and steady eyes, back at the Admiral, considering the Jedi almost irrelevant in his decisions.

 

"The Vice Admiral surrendered, I really doubt, you'd like to be blown to atoms... and Admiral Phillep would enjoy taking your ship, anyhow. It would be regrettable. Now, if you don't mind... can you calm down, you'll find your accomodations comfortable enough. The Admiral is quite concerned about the remains of your species."

 

A coy smile across McCarthy's face...

 

"Now, if you could... I'd much appreciate it."

[Wookiee Jedi]

OOC: You ignoracne amuses me.

 

*The wookiee never moved a muscle. He let the imperials restrain him, dispite what they thought. He was wearing jedi armour, like he always wears, so the stun blast didn't hurt as bad as they thought, but the wookiee wanted them to kill him...that was the key of his mission...the only failure this mission could have was for them to let him go...and never touch him.*

 

At least I have my lightsaber...though...it's really not needed. If this dick head had any idea how fast these fifty men would be dead if I wanted them to be. His ignorance saves him from my wrath...my mission saves him from my wrath.

 

*The wookiee remained on the floor. He could feel the thermal detonator...he also could deactivate it if he needed to, since the Lt. Col. imperial leader had noidea what codition he was in and how much control over the force Kirlocca really had.*

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: You, hopefully read what I said, if you were insulted, I apologize. We all have our bad moments.

 

IC:

*The Imperials Troopers proceeded with their intended goal, restraining the wookiee and then the Vice Admiral.*

 

"I am sure, you've alerted the Rebels of your current position, frankly, speaking for the Admiral, I would say, it is irrelevant. May all your fleet come and meet its end on this glorious day."

 

As the Higher-ranking Rebel troopers were escorted in segments onto the Transports... the remaining soldiers, those below the rank of Captain, were summarily executed by firing squad.

 

The Lt. Colonel turned to one of the Troopers that had come aboard with him and ordered him to analyze any recent Communications.

 

"The smell of rotting Mon Calamari is quite pleasant..."

 

The last words of McCarthy on this raid were quite famous aboard the Imperial vessels.

 

((Now... if you do not mind... can we proceed off the ship?))

[Officer Black]

His hands shackled, Black hung his head in shame letting his hair obscure his face. A small smirk graced his face as he was ushered off the bridge to the sound of guns firing as lower ranking crewman were executed like dogs.

 

The small smirk faded as he face became a solemn wall of indignation. He knew the rebels would have their day. If it were not for the resources of the Imperial Fleet, the rebels would have had this day. The imperials reguardless of their victory had not expected this attack, and would not expect the other surprises in store for them.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Thanks, Jeremy... and looking forwards to it. Enjoy your stay at Auschwitz.

 

The First Transport carrying Admiral Black and Jedi Master Kirlocca, along with Upper-ranking Crew members of the Avchia descended, landing in the outskirts of the Imperial Penal Colony.

 

The prisoners were walked off, by armed guards, and brought into a room.

 

The orders were clear... More Imperial soldiers all with E-11s aimed at heads, "Clothes, weapons, possessions... off."

 

The simple and efficient hand of the Stormtroopers in charge of this, made quick work, stripping all the Prisoners of the clothing, tearing away with a vibro-knife to make the job faster.

 

The Jedi's armor, lightsaber and any other devices were quickly scanned and removed. The Admiral's own armor, clothing and weaponry was quickly confiscated and removed.

 

Unarmed and in the buff, the first group of Rebels were quickly escorted into the Showers, were they were sprayed with a Bleaching Detergent, sterilizing their persons, a common courtesy to clean them of their Alien Dirtiness.

 

Upon exiting the Shower structure, by the harsh hand of the Imperial Watchmen behind, the Wookiee Jedi Master was isolated and an Imperial Agent armed with an Electric Cattle-prod struck at his fur, pushing him in a different direction, still quite conscious, but heavily distracted by pain.

 

The Admiral, along with the rest of his crew were escorted to an agent with a Pressing Device. Admiral Black, having his right forearm forced under the device, felt a quick surgical slice and insertion of a small Transceiver and an Ink Marking with the Code Number #0000001 to hide the infintesimal slice.

 

The Imperial Commander, Cmdr. Drake, quickly watched the freshly demoralized captives and escorted them with an armed guard towards the Holding Facilities of Auschwitz.

 

A set of rags was issued to each prisoner, out of decency and they were left to their own devices in their small and cramped cells, each one afforded a two by three space.

 

Drake's voice boomed with a sort of egotistical optimism as he spoke to the Prisoners in Prison Sector Alpha, "WELCOME TO AUSCHWITZ!"

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All the while, Master Kirlocca was placed in a Universal Force Cage, on hand from the Sith-Imperial Actions when the Sith were led by Dark Lord of the Sith Bishop, under then Lt., now Cmdr. Drake. Gassed into an unconscious state, Kirlocca, now having been processed, was placed on an out-going Transport back to the Charybdis.

 

"Admiral Phillep has a more personal matter to attend with you..." mouthed the Ensign to the Jedi as he faded into unconsciousness.

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The Process was continued until the still living Crewmembers of the Avchia were escorted into their respective cells and equally greeted.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*The jedi master did not find it dificult to find his way back to consciousness. When he did make it back, he was able to see where he was, and what he was in. It took him all of a minute to find 2 way to escape if he needed to. at one point while the jedi master was scaning his surroundings, he faded out again, but quickly recovered. And it was then that his main mission became clear again.*

 

They are to kill me...why didn't they kill me? A jedi master that has too much knowledge of Imperial Sith relations...wait...know one knows I know that yet.

 

*The wookiee fell into meditation...it became clear to him that he would need strength...full strength to complete his mission out here.*

 

Relax...find your calm center....breath...open your eyes...see the arua. that is your one full strength over them...you have a power that they will never fully know about. a Jedi who is in perfect force...Cannot be defeated!

[Capt. Phillep]

The Jedi Master aboard his Universal Force Cage aboard an Imperial Transport made its way onto the Charybdis loading bay, still within the Transport.

 

Upon landing, Admiral Phillep ordered the Charybdis to end its Interdiction Field and a number of Imperial Engineers, quickly made their ways aboard the Avchia to begin modifications. Every vessel captured, was yet another vessel to issue the decree of Imperial Might.

 

Within a few minutes, the Charybdis boomed into Hyperspace.

 

-------EDIT 9/28/04--------------

Cmdr. Drake turned to his Stormtrooper Divisions and finally to his Shadow Division (Sniper) Ranks.

 

I want the surrounding area scouted, on foot, be silent, be quick and be deadly. All sectors; twenty men, in flanks of ten, a piece. Take positions and all men converge on Rebel Proxies within the area. Now Go.

 

The silent arsenal of the Empire, with their modified E-11s with mile-long range, dissappeared just as night fell on the compound...

 

By morning's end, a scope picked up the Rebel encampment. The Imperial Scout Snipers, waited until night fall, before issuing an encrypted Comm back to base... and requesting back up.

 

OOC: If that's alright, Black... you can RP their actions as NPCs.

[Officer Black]

OOC: You read my mind, I was just about to post my troops actions here Captain Braedi an NPC is the head of the rebel forces, and i will RP as him.

 

IC:

 

The camp made, and assault plans formulated the rebels had dispatched snipers in small groups of three to beyond the outter edges of the camp perimeter.

 

The snipers in all black were able to scan the surrounding terrain easily from the vantage points that the rebel camp had been set up within. The rest of the rebel soldiers would be doning storm trooper armor to confuse the enemy, a tactic the imperials indeed would not expect.

 

In the center of the camp, in a prefabricated forward command base Captain Braedi sat sipping on his coffee as he read over the intelligence reports from the space battle that had taken place above.

 

The captain sighed as a glum look came over his face. Leaning back in his seat he glanced over to one of the military staff he was alotted for his command center. "Private, we'd better send an alert to the rebel base on Gala that the Admiral has been defeated and is in Imperial hands most presumably." The private gave a quick salute and returned his attention to his command station that he was seated at in order to send an encrypted transmission to Gala.

 

As a silence came over the small command center once again, another of the Captains staff came over with a transmission from the western edge of the ecampmant. It had just come in from sniper team beta.

 

Encrypted Transmission --

 

Sir we've spotted enemy reconnaissance teams attempting to infiltrate our position. Three other outpost teams have reported to us that they too have encountered imperial snipers as well. We've been able to take them all out without them even knowing we're here, but I'm not sure how long we'll be able to spot them before they spot the base.

 

The captain stood up to listen to the tranmission again to take in all the facts before replying to the sniper unit.

 

"Keep a vigilant look out for any Imperial forces, we will mobilize the men and vehicles, and engage the Imperials by first light of day. That is all corporal."

 

"Yes Sir"

 

End Transmission --

 

The captain turned from the station he was at and walked over to his pesonal desk. He smirked in delight, as his men would finally get to show their stuff once more.

 

Opening a small glass case he gave the green button inside a push. Silence still graced the camp, but inside the soldiers barracks a light show was being put on. The silent alert signal triggered a series of green lights that flashed-- and could not be ignored by any of the soldiers in the makeshift barracks-- arrousing the soldiers from their brief sleep.

 

The soldiers briskly jumped out of their beds, almost in unison and donned their bleached white armor and undergarments. Some of them exchanging looks of disgust at having to where their rivals armor, while others patted eachother on the shoulders and had laughs about it. Beings of all species ran too and from buildings all around camp, each dressed in white armor.

 

Doors slid open and closed allowing soldiers access to weapons food and anything else they would need for the morning ahead. Green light shown off their polished white armor as they ran past opened doors. The captain looked out his window pleased at the enthusiasm of his troops.

 

In the main building tanks and speeders were being prepped and run through their final diagnostic cans. The captain waited anxiously not sleeping a wink the whole night as the rebel soldiers readied themselves for the assault on the Imperial facility.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Nice touch... donning Imperial Armor.

 

IC:

The first of the Scout Snipers had reported a Rebel encampment, but his transmission was cut short by blaster fire. The first Assault Teams had suffered the same fate and Drake's eyes turned to the Comm Officer, alert the Infantry...

 

"I want a Defensive perimeter, if it isn't Imperial, I don't want it within a kilometer. Under 500 meters, I want access codes..."

 

His eyes trailed off to another Comm Officer before returning to the first Officer to issue new orders to the remaining Snipers...

 

"Alert those men, to report back to base... Something's not right. I want a Defensive screen, NOW!"

 

Alarm Klaxons resounded all around the base, the men awoke to the whining screech of the alarm and ran to the Armories, donning their armor and their E-11s, Snipers taking up positions along the rooftops and the Grunts rushing to the Frontlines. Viper Automadons (Artillery Combat Droids) stalked out from the Command Center, providing support for advancing Infantry.

 

"We need Recon Air Support... alert the remains of the Fleet."

 

As the Comm was relayed, a small squadron of battered Defenders from the previous Space Battle lurched into the Caridian atmosphere doing Recon Runs.

 

Report from the Skies:

In between static, the Pilot replied, "Sir, we spot a Rebel outpost... makeshift... kilometers out."

 

"Pilot, you're breaking up!"

 

"Sir-" a loud explosion was heard on the other end and the line went dead.

End Transmission

 

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Fine... if they are going to fight, then let's give 'em something to fight for.

 

Drake was a calculating man, and he knew that Rebels value the life of their own... With a small escort of Dark Troopers and an Imperial Investigation Droid, Drake approached the cell of the Vice Admiral...

 

A rather large needle filled with a olive green Truth Serum drew closer to the Human in the confined area.

 

"YOU SHALL TELL US THE LOCATION OF THE HIDDEN REBEL BASE!"

[Darth Immolatus]

The world of Caridia had beenvery busy of late. A battle had taken place and the Cerberus had been off taking over a world. And it would continue tos plan of dominance. This time, taking a useful world for the Empire.

Kerry stands on the bridge and looks at the once peaceful planet below.

 

"Send a Lambda Shuttle down to the barracks. I want it to have an escort of three Defenders, the best pilots we have. Have a tech onboard tell them we need 300 stormtroopers, and 40 X1s. Then send reinforcement fighters. I want it done yesterday, lt."

 

The XO tells one of the lower techs to get onboard the Paranoia, a modifed Lambda shuttle. It had most of its weapons removed and added armor. The tech boards the shuttle and takes off with its escort.

 

Within the hour, the Cerberus has its reinforcements, plus extra troops to leave on the world. Soon its engines blast and it takes off for a more industrial world.

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: You're being moved to Coruscant for Trial, Jeremy...

 

IC:

Generally, Cmdr. Drake was a man of reason and understanding, but he was still quite the sadist and a relic from an older time than the more sensibly-minded, oppressive Dictator that was Phillep... thus it surprised him that a small Technician came back notifying,

 

"Cmdr., the Ralroost and the Avchia both have the location of recently constructed and visited Rebel bases, while the Data was corrupted, we have enough evidence to believe they are building from within Mon Calamari and they have a Base of some Major Importance on Gala."

 

The battered Admiral was quite expendable now, except he knew that a sort of political action was what he really had been left to deal with, it was ceremonious, as Grand Admiral Phillep had a flair for the dramatic and insisted on such ceremonious superfluousness.

 

The unconscious Black was hoisted to his feet and his hand and feet tied together to assure the impossibility of escape for the moment. He was moved rather quickly to a small Frigate, the Hades.

 

The small Frigate blasted into hyperspace in direction for the Core, aimed for the Imperial Palace.

 

All the while Technicians had completed repairs on the Ralroost and nearing completion of the Repairs of the Avchia... joining the three Imperial IIs in defense of Caridia.

 

All the while, the majority of the ground defenses were being rebuilt, other than those in the Rebel-held territory, Sniper/Scouts had not been capable of returning in one piece...

 

Caridia was prepared for attack, at least for the moment. The TIE Defenders were being built on the surface by slave labor as fast as possible... however, the Gunboats and Missile Boats were quite depleted and reinforcements would have to arrive from Coruscant or any other of the Imperial-held Territories.

[Forn Dodonna]

OOC: And now the hammer falls...

 

IC:

Ahead of the main force of the Rebel fleet, Forn Dodonna's two Skipray Blastboat squadrons merge into realspace above the far side of Cardia from the remaining Imperial defenses. They begin to take sensor readings to see what they're up against.

 

"Admiral, I'm reading approximately three Imperial II star destroyers, along with two of our former vessals showing Imperial codes," rattled off Forn's wingman, a crusty captain that had proved an able leader along the Outer Rim. "They're undergoing repairs, but are near operational status."

 

"Good," Forn acknowledged. "Bring the fleet in between the Imperial IIs and their prizes. Have them launch their starfighters, then open fire with all they've got."

 

"Admiral," began the leader of Skipjack 2. "I'm getting a reading on our troops on the ground. They're holding out beautifully, but I'm sure they could use some support..."

 

"Go and help them out," Forn ordered. "Send the B-wings in to support the MC90a's..."

 

Forn's orders were carried out to the letter. Skipjack 2 peeled off and entered atmosphere, on their way to the Rebel ground forces' position. However, they spotted the TIE Defenders being rebuilt on the surface, but instead of attacking, they continued on, reporting to the Admiral their location. The Imperials there had no idea of their passing.

 

Meanwhile, the five Mon Cal cruisers remerged from hyperspace, and began firing at the Imperial SDs, having caught them completely by surprise. However, they displayed their usual knack for efficiency, and within five minutes, the Imperial IIs had their shields up and their blasters working. The Imperial ships and Rebel cruisers continued to slug it out with each other, meanwhile, the starfighters were wreaking havoc on the Imperial instillation.

 

But the person they had come for was not here. The traceer signal on Officer Black was not registernig. Forn was miffed, but this wasn't totally unexpected. With a low growl, she lead Skipjack 1 straight at the Avchia, the squadron scoring many hits on the cruiser in their first pass. One more would knock it out for good...[/code]

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Along with the rebel fleet, came a couple of Jedi star fighters. Kirlocca, the wookiee jedi master leading them into the battle. It was The jedi masters second time comming here to fight and do battle with the imperials in under a week. The thing that seperated his star fighter from the others, was that his was painted blue. It raced towards the surface, un touched by any imperial, since all were to busy with the rebel fleet on them. Once They had made it to planet side, Kirlocca gave orders to his jedi team.*

 

"Jedi two and three, make your way to the rebel out post. Jedi one, your with me. We are headed for the front. We must help the rebels advance on the ground forces. Jedi two and three, once you pick up a team of rebel seals, join us at the front."

 

*The two starfighters made a sharp turn left and head for the out post, while Kirlocca and his wing man, who the wookiee still did not know who he or she was, raced for the front of the battle.*

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: But you forget, I still have the sickle... Cmdr. Drake and any host of NPCs are all RPed by your's truly as his Admiralty is off-world.

 

IC:

Cmdr. Drake stared at the Reports being blared into the Central Command Bunker, an expression of being severely disgruntled, think bowel discomfort but multiply it by a thousand.

 

"These Rebel Scum," as he did so, he characteristically spat at the floor, "think they can barge on my world and get away with it?"

 

Alarm klaxons resounded all over the Ground Fortresses of Auschwitz I and II while similar alarm klaxons resounded across the Chimaera, Hydra and Widow as well as upon the recently captured trophies, the Avchia and the Ralroost.

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The five vessels, as repaired as possible after the recent battle with the Rebellion, feeling the burn of Turbolaser fire as it struck at their shields and on occassion bare armor (Avchia), the five massive berths heaved back and forth in the farthest reaches of the Caridian atmosphere.

 

The massive mines had been quite battered and were listed to be repaired, however, due to more concentration on the revamp of the Rebel Cruisers, it seemed, time had not been in the Imperial Engineers' favor... and as such, the present easy invasion was occuring.

 

Scores of Imperial TIE Defenders rose from their positions within the Fleet and those closest to having repairs finished, lifted off into the fray, some supplying air cover to the base.

 

Engaging a squadron of Skipray Blastboats... Pilots released laser fire into the belly of the Blastboats, attempting to outmaneuver their enemies and use their only advantage, speed, to its maximum capacity.

 

Turbolaser batteries aboard the Imperial IIs turned on the ensuing Rebel ships, initially aimed at the MC90a's and what remained of the Caridian Defenses, mostly battered Turbolaser Artillery positions dumb-fired into Caridian space. As carefully and surgically, avoiding the Imperial vessels and striking as best as possible the Rebel Cruisers.

 

What remained of the Assault Gunboats and Missile Gunboats, a few poorly armored squads, poured from their holds on the Imperial ships, making a number of passes on the Command Deck of the first Mon Cal Cruiser.

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Meanwhile, Cmdr. Drake, relayed a message to Capt. Chriando on the Widow, in between heavy static, the encrypted Ground to Space Comm was heard aboard,

 

Capt., we need the Second Fleet. Immediately, call for Reinforcements!

 

With that, the Comm almost burst into silence, as the Comm Tower of the Auschwitz installation came down. Luckily for Drake and his cronies, as well as the Rebel prisoners, there were a number of kilometers beneath the surface where the Bunker was held and meat shields, Rebels, were located just beneath the massive panels of Durasteel protecting the Imperial Officers.

 

Chriando, despite the battery of Turbolasers and Blastboats, released an Encrypted Comm into the void of space, targeting four of the Imperial vessels currently in outer orbit around Coruscant.

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Meanwhile, back on the Ground, Imperial Stormtroopers, Dark Troopers, and Shadow Division Snipers along with what possible Heavy Artillery, Viper X-1 Automadon Combat Droids, stormed in direction of the Rebel position.

 

A small section of TIE Defenders, supplied for Air Cover, went with them.

 

A barrage of missiles released from the ten or so, Viper Automadons striking into the make-shift Rebel base. The battallions of Stormtroopers, Snipers and Dark Troopers blasting their way on the ground, in hopes of punching through Rebel Ground Troops as best as they could.

[Forn Dodonna]

OOC: Ahh, the confused muddle of battle...

 

Several wings of X-and A-wing fighters began to pour from the hangers of the MC90a Mon Cla cruisers, and began to split by squadron to engage the scattered TIE Defenders, gun- and missile boats as they made their attack runs. As they diverted the Imperial fighters' attentions away from the Mon Cals, the cruisers began to concentrate their firepower solely upon the three Imperial IIs, knocking holes in their shields and slashing their armor. The weakened missile and gunboat squadrons were soon dealt with, having been driven off and decimated by the starfighters.

 

At the head of Skipjack 1, Admiral Dodonna ordered shuttles to bring boarding parties to the Avchia. As this was occuring, she took her squadron, supported by ten B-wings, on an attack run at the Ralroost, knocking the former Rebel cruiser's shields down as well.

 

"Continue the assault, Captain!" Forn ordered to her wingman, as she broke formation to lead the Avchia's boarding party. Landing in the damaged hanger, she exited her Blastboat, and, accompanied by HD-56, met the two-hundred fifty strong initial assault company. "We've got to secure this ship, and get her hyperdrive working ASAP!" she ordered before leading the party out.

 

"Admiral," he replied. "We've got readings on Alliance troops being held below the surface of the planet!"

 

"We'll deal with them when the time comes," Forn barked. "Put in a call to our friends, and see if they'll offer assistance..."

 

With that, the captain put in a call to a new friend, far, far away. They would, hopefully, be here in time to do some good...

 

Meanwhile, Skipjack 2 turned to engage their pursuit, and soon had the formation of barely-operational TIE Defenders firmly at their control. The highly battle-tested pilots were playing to their strengths, using their superior firepower and shields to hold off and rout the oncoming TIEs. Once free of their antagonists, Skipjack 2 continued on to provide close-support to the Rebel ground troops, but not without losses. Two Blastboats had been destroyed, and another badly damaged and sent back to one of the Mon Cals.

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On the ground, the Rebel forces, some clad in Stormtrooper armor, held their ground. The SEAL Snipers were holding off the Dark Troopers with aplumb, while the Regulars were sowing confusion within the Imperial ranks. A platoon of Rebels managed to make their way behind the Imperial assault waves and, completely unnoticed until it was too late, planted charges on three of the Viper X-1s. They went up in a spectacular display of pirotechnics.

 

Sergeant Ellis Vende, leading another squad of Rebel infiltrators, attacked and overcame the operators of two Heavy Artillery vehicles, enabled by their armor to surprise the Imperials there. Under his orders, the two units turned their guns onto the rest of the Vipers, and quickly dispatched the automadons before beating feet in the face of retaliatory fire from other Stormtroopers. But the presents they left behind would not be helpful...

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Kirlocca and his wing man landed next to a couple of rebel troops, who did not know weather to head forward, or to retreat back to the out post to help them fight off the Imperials. Kirlocca quickly jumped out of his ship and headed for the leader.*

 

"We have to move forward. Over half of the Imperial base has be empty. If we hurry, we can get in a bring this battle to an end."

 

*Kirlocca took off running towards the IMperial base, followed closely by 30 rebel troops. Once they had made it into range for Kirlocca to see the base, They stoped and as the wookiee master moved forward to see if he could scan the base for anything that only the jedi master could take out...*

[Capt. Phillep]

Reports hit Chriando flat in the face, "The Avchia's been boarded, sir."

 

A fist, closed tightly in a cold expression of baseless anger. The might of the Imperial war machine was crumbling before his eyes...

 

"Abandon ship, set her in a vector to the nearest MC90a, if we can't keep her, then they sure as hell won't get her back."

 

---Aboard the Avchia-----

 

A small group of Imperial Officers scrambled up and about, laying in a course trajectory at maximum speed into the Rebel vessels, carefully calculated to avoid any chance of missing a Rebel Cruiser.

 

After devising a series of codes and encryptions to alter the set course, the crew scrambled to escape pods. Not before placing a number of mines, making entry just that much harder and setting encoded booby traps in the event of attempting to access course trajectory and telemetry without proper, recent authorization codes.

 

Leaving the vessel, with only a small Brigade of Stormtroopers to fend off and hold off the Rebels on board.

 

The 200 men, armed with their E-11s began taking up random defensive positions along the corridors in hopes of holding them back as long as possible. A grenadier, ready to damage the vessel to no repair, instead of giving it back to the Rebels.

 

---Back in Space---------

 

The few remaining Missile and Gunboats had their gunners abandon ship, while the pilots entered hyperspace coordinates directly into the direction of the other MC90a's.

 

The suicide pilots, eager to give their all for the dying Empire, piloted the two or three scattered vessels into hyperspace, a few seconds later, the Officers aboard a pair of MC90a's lost contact with Admiral Dodonna and her Skipray Squadrons.

 

The suicide runs, marks of a forthcoming Imperial last stand, where still signs of Imperial disregard for life in pursuit of glory, and sensibility in pursuit of power.

 

The true chaos of war had just begun, the Imperial IIs were being shredded by Rebel Fighters and Blastboats, Rebel Cruisers decimated by suicide runs of "expendable" Imperial pilots... and the remaining weapons continued to blast into the hulls of the opponent's ships.

 

The battered Widow, Chimaera and Hydra continued to hurl what was left of their weapons capabilities into the Rebel MC90a's, bringing the initial fleet from six to four, after the suicide pilots gave their lives.

 

The screams of TIE Defender pilots echoed across Comm channels, as the disorganized units had been forced into new smaller bands, a mere thirty five remained.

 

Ion turrets and Turbolaser Turrets from the three Imperial IIs continued to eat away at the Rebel shields, making a number of scorch marks onto the hulls, as before long, the remaining shields were practically knocked out in the smashing display of high entropy.

 

---On the Ground------

 

The bunkered-in Imperial Officers, left with a skeleton security force of 300 Dark Troopers and about 500 Stormtroopers knew that if Imperial Reinforcements did not arrive soon, this Battle would actually be lost.

 

Desperation leads to frightening disaster, Prisoners were herded into the Death Camp, high-ranking Rebel Officers and the noxious fumes were released into the air-tight room. Hopefully, the massive loss of life would distract Jedi for a little while, while the last round of defenses were prepared.

 

Powerful pyrotechnics... indeed, was the single thought in Drake's mind.

 

Meanwhile, the Frontlines, after suffering a number of crippling injuries, including the loss of a number of the X-1s, Rebel Snipers taking out key positions and Rebels infiltrating the Infantry lines, were in horrible shape.

 

A call for an airstrike came and went, as the remaining Defenders were concentrated in the space battle overhead.

 

A pair of desperate Imperials ran at the Rebels hurling Thermal Detonators into their advancing line, others went mad and shot at everyone on sight.

 

Morale, seeped through the cracks into the ground, as more and more Infantry disasters occured.

 

But, the fate of Auschwitz was joss... all must suffer defeat, for no one is infallible.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*The wookiee smiled as he noticed the defense left at the Imperial base...He could feel all inside...even those rebels captives, which were now being killed by gases.*

 

To defeat an enemy, you must remove all weakness...defending the inocent can no longer be a priority.

 

*The jedi master turned towards his troops.*

 

"Alright, we are going to take the left side of the base, there, the defense is weakest, and has a better place where you can hold them off, atleast untill I take out the main imperial leaders. Our main goal, is to get the leaders on the ground to surender, or...die at my blade. You shouldn't have any problem holding them off."

 

*The wookiee smiled as they sneaked up on the left side of the base. Kirlocca knew for a fact that the rebels could hold off the imperials, is was just a matter of weather or not He could convince the imperial leadres to surender.*

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Not counting as official Imperial Post, just in relation to WJ and his NPCs

 

IC:

Outside, an arrogant Jedi had a wonderful plan... that did not take into account the fact that it was not exactly easy to just waltz into Auschwitz.

 

A grand number of Security Clearances and a couple Kilometers of making your way underground past the small Brigade of soldiers, trained Jedi Hunters to be precise, was not as easy as the "God-like" character would care to think it was.

 

As the Rebel troops under his command made their way, a smile crept across Drake's sadistic and malicious face as the movements appeared on security cameras still quite operational, despite the restricted Infantrymen.

 

"Are the Defenses ready?" he asked with a hint of dark laughter in the back of his throat.

 

"Yes, Cmdr." Replied the Corporal with an equally evil expression.

 

"Good, when they approach. Teach our unsuspecting visitors that it will not be so easy."

[Wookiee Jedi]

OOC: God-like my ass

 

*The wookiee and his troops made it to the side that Kirlocca had decided on entering in from. He paused and stoped his men. Something naged at him. He looked up, the base was still some distance in front of them.*

 

Pause...the force will tell you what is wrong...

 

*The jedi master scaned the base walls, that only his wookiee/force enhanced eyes could see. His men still could not see the base, but knew that the jedi master felt something wrong.*

 

...I can fell something...it beckons me...something is not right...right...right...

 

"Were on the right side. Not the left. We need to move to the left."

 

*The wookiee once again had his troops begin to move around the base to get to the left side, something that Kirlocca knew was going to take time...time that they really didn't have time to waste. He Rebel team would once again spend time going around the base...still out of sensors range and plain view from any scout, while the jedi master kept in touch with the force, not bothering to trust this planet at all.*

[Officer Black]

OOC: I'll take over ground forces for now Sean since Mark won't let me character do anything anyways hehe

 

IC:

 

The rebel troops had carved up the imperial ground troops in open battle. Experience and attention to detail along belief in the cause had helped the troops prevail. Here and there small pockets of imperial resistance we being quelled.

 

All but 2 of the rebel tanks had been demolished, yet the imperials towering X-1s had been bested by rebel ingenuity. The battlefield was littered with bodies burned by laser fire and smoldering vehicles. A random explosion or blaster fire could be heard every so often. Sparks seemed so shoot a couple feet into the air almost every where on the battlefield. columns of smoke reached high in the atmosphere

 

Captain Braedi gave the command and demolition troops stormed the main bunker door to rig it with explosive charges. Troops took cover as others kept cover. The captain stood unflinching as the demolitions team raced away from the door. Within seconds the charges went off one at a time. The bunker door was almost pealed away like a piece of paper.

 

Rebel soldiers covered the first corridor of halls taking out cameras. Heading the attack was an elite squad of troops who could pick out any traps that lay ahead. Scanning equipment mounted on their helmuts gave them thermal read outs and gas emission readings. The rebels began to swarm deeper and deeper into the base. Braedi stayed out guarded by his tanks as the remained B and X wings from the previous space battle swarmed overhead to relay any information to the command post as the base had been ravaged by an imperial onslaught.

[Forn Dodonna]

OOC: Good, two heads are better then one.

 

Just behind her personal bodyguard droid (which was also a fully-equipped astromech droid), Forn lead the assault force through the Avchia's corridors. As a high-ranking member of the Alliance, Forn was a paid thinker, and she had her own safety nets in case a Rebel cruiser was ever captured. Accessing a nearby terminal, she noticed the new course set by the retreating Imperials.

 

"All cruisers, prepare to fire tractor beams at the Avchia -- the Imps aren't going quietly!"

 

"Admiral," a captain replied, "reports on the ground indicate that our men held captive are being executed..." Forn cursed the Imperials to herself as she hear the comm.

 

"Very well," she replied, "Make all haste to begin the recapture of the Ralroost, and blast those Imperial SDs out of the sky!"

 

In space, Forn's orders were obeyed instantly. The remaining four Mon Cal cruisers, shifting their positions and putting out their tractor beams per Forn's orders, made quick work of two of the three Imperial II SDs; the Widow and the Byss soon went up in flames to the cheers of the Rebel crewers. But Forn had more immediate problems, as no sooner had she turned another corner with her men then several squads of Stormtroopers opened fire upon them. A blaster bolt knocked the Admiral's cap off, but that shot was the last this particular Stormie would ever pull -- he was literally cut in half by the E-web cannon weilded by HD-56

 

After a half-hour firefight, the company of Stormies was wiped out, and Forn once again made for the cruiser's secondary bridge, leaving about twenty of her own casualties behind. In the chaotic space outside, two of the Mon Cals, having already taken heavy damage, retreated to the far side of Cardia to begin quick repairs, at the same time raining some hurt onto the remains of the Imperial base's artillery defenses. The other two, somewhat less damaged, cruisers began to concentrate their fire solely on the one remaining Imperial II, and soon it was dead in space, ripe for capture. But it was the Ralroost that they really wanted.

 

As the starfighters above Cardia observed the destruction of the first two SDs, they moved off into two groups: one to lend support to the chuttles now boarding the Ralroost, and the other to lend grownd support for the other two Mon Cals. These squadrons had been somewhat depleted though, as many of the Imperials were intent on kamikaze runs. More silliness, but that was the way of war.

[Wookiee Jedi]

*Once Kirlocca and his group made it to the left side of the base, The wookiee understood now how the minds of imperial leaders work. He took a second to pull out micro binoculars to observe to defense on the left side.*

 

Why do they always have the need to over load tehir defense...do they not understand how fast it can, and I will take it away?

 

*The jedi master pulled out his comm unit.*

 

"Jedi one two and three, time for Jedi BOOM. Your target will be at..04.68. The imperial base does not appear to have any anti air fire, even if they do, I want you at full speed. I want them to understand why they should never have messed with the Jedi order."

 

*The wookiee and his team just stood, still out of sensor range...waiting to for the reply from the jedi air strike team to confrim they were clear and on their way, But it came within a matter of minutes. Jedi BOOM was now underway...*

[Hutt Fleet Commander]

Blasting out of hyperspace the hutt fleet re-grouped with itself. The military ships were led by a massive Nal Huttan Cruiser. The cargo ships in the rear.

 

Forn Dordonna we are here and his Majesty has put us under your guidance.

 

Getting into battel formation dozens of firesprays exited their docking bays moving around the Imperial Star Destroyer. The Nebulan Frigates in the rear moved to the center of the formation and prepared for battle.

 

I would suggest staying away from the atmosphere as Cardia is rather volitale.

[Forn Dodonna]

OOC: This is in reference to the Hutt fleet Commander, and does not count as an action...

 

IC:

Forn's comm beeped, and as she heard the message, her eyes lit up for a brief moment. Thumbing her comm unit, she sent back a short, encoaded reply.

 

--encrypted comm--

 

"It's a pleasure to see you, Commander! I would suggest sending the bulk of your forces to the far side of Cardia, as we're expecting the Imperials to send reinforcements. This is our chance to draw their fleet into a finish fight..."

 

"Also, you may seek to capture the damaged Imperial II SD you see before you, and add it to your fleet at your leisure."

 

--end encrypted comm--

[Capt. Phillep]

OOC: Sean, Will, Jeremy, WJ... Congratulations.

 

IC:

A squad of TIE Defenders were the last to oversee the carnage in the roaring space battle, lasting long enough to see Hutt vessels exiting hyperspace before being torn apart by combined fire from Rebel Fighters and Hutt Firesprays...

 

The last of the Star Destroyers, the Chimaera, with her Captain Chriando, not knowing what else to do but to issue a self-destruct.

 

"Men, file out or stay aboard, the hour is grim for the Empire. Death's noose pulls at us from all sides and what little power have we left in this Galaxy is being torn from our open hands. May the after-life hold us in her graces."

 

The countdown began to echo across the ship's loudspeaker; 10... 9... 8... 7... 6...

 

A number of men rushed to the escape pods, ejecting into the war-torn vacuum... finding little recourse as they were shred by turbolaser fire, debris fields and what remained of the Caridian mines.

 

5...

 

Turbolaser and Ion Cannons tore into the hull, a collapse of the durasteel armor created a vacuum in a number of the sectors, countless lives were immediately cut short as they sucked into Space and suffered the most gruesome of deaths.

 

4...

 

Chriando's face turned ashen... he took his final sip of his Brandy.

 

3...

 

A lifeless body thumped on the few portholes out of the Chimaera, as the self-destruct sequence continued to grind down.

 

2...

 

A whining of the Reactor Core as it began to overload...

 

1...

 

A small exhaust vent burst, followed by a score of other ruptures along the exterior of the hull. The Imperial Comm Channels to the Ground went dead, as the Comm Towers burst from the hull.

 

Self-Destruct.

 

And then, there it was... the First Fleet decimated, crushed, outnumbered and choked by Rebel resolve and ingenuity.

 

"What is there left?" The voice of Cmdr. Drake as he saw the explosion, engulfing a number of Rebel and Hutt vessels in the radiating debris and the raging inferno lasting only a matter of seconds.

 

Drake oversaw the breaches into the defenses and issued a Last Stand, any Rebel and Imperial personnel wandering throughout the halls were instantly immersed in a neurotoxin, the small biochemical weapon rupturing the nasal cavities creating pools of blood and instantly killing those infected.

 

Drake's few men, the last of the Infantry Divisions, ran to the only available exits of the Underground, durasteel-sealed bunker, blaster rifles at the ready to make the final stand.

 

Meanwhile, Drake's Technicians turned on the Computers and began deleting any possible Imperial information and any possible weapon technologies that were still under development.

 

"It's over..." the fateful last words of the Commander, he poured a small bit of the neurotoxin into his Brandy and drank the foul liquid down. His throat rupturing and splattering blood over the computer consoles.

 

The last man, the infamous Corporal, drew Drake's blaster pistol and fired a round into the console, the electrical surge shortcircuited the machine and the interior rooms ruptured.

 

The base began to rumble, explosions rocking its foundation up to its furthest tentacles...

 

The Empire on Caridia was no more.

 

The fateful TIE Defender pilots screeched as their Defenders' thrusters ruptured and the small fighters burst at the seams, crashing into the Chimaera's debris field.

 

The only vessel about, the Ralroost, began a similar process of Self-Destruction, happening seconds before the Chimaera...