Mon Calamari/Dac

[Darth Immolatus]

Evan and his troopers head into the long hallways of the SD. Every so often they would come upon a straggler of the work force and blast him into oblivion. They picked up any strange weapons they found and saved for inspection by the scientific officers.

 

Evan lead the team untill they cae upon a large resistance. Evan fred his rifle but it only impacted on the side. He came up woth a plan instantly. He took two men and told the other to keep them there. He and the two men head down a side hall and kill off two guards to "keep" people from sneaing around behnd the large force. THey sees the rear of the force and Evan grabs a grenade. He tosses it at the workds and they explode into a pile of fish guts He comes around shooting at the fish people wiping out the force and driving them back into clear view of his other troops. Soon they are decimated. He regoups with his troops and and they head toward the bridge.

 

They reach the bridge door. Evan has a trooper access a contol panel and view inside the bridge. They is a hige amount of Mon Calimari inside. Evan coms back to the command post of the strike team. THey tell him to proceed.

 

"Ill com back as soon as I have captured it."

 

He prepares to attack to bridge.

[Guest]

*Posted on behalf of Rebel defenses on Mon Calamari*

 

The crews on the bridge prepare a defense. Arming themselves with disruptors, they wait for the troops to break through and begin firing, atomizing the first wave of attackers. A wounded Mon Calamari, dying from a blaster shot, slumps over onto the floor clutching his chest. A faint beeping is heard. Grim faced, his fellows accept the death about to descend on them and keep firing, determined not to take as many down before the end with the very little time they have left.

 

Elsewhere, ship turbolasers and ion cannons, used as spare parts for future ships are being jacked up to the shipyards and brought out via repulsors used in construction, ready to function as independent turrets. They puncture a large hole into the side of the Charon[/i], ionizing it on one side, causing it to flair and crash into the back of the SD under construction. The damage to both ships is critical, but they remain intact. Turbolasers fire on the Imperial ship, putting large gaping holes into its hull and causing blue flames to shoot out from the maws in the damaged durasteel.

 

Elsewhere, under the water, the citizens begin to stir, readying their own efforts for the defense of the planet.

[Major Payne]

ooc: 1. Ships under construction never have armed troops inside for fear of damaging the ship. 2. Engineers inside are almost never armed, again for fear of damage. 3. especially not with those kind of weapons which most mercs and bounty hunters would not use.

 

Tell me the rebellion isnt that suicidal???

 

IC: Payne smiled everything was going smoothly. He opened several comms.

 

---comm 1-----

"Helm commander, pull the Super Star Destroyer into hyperspace it will not be needed here." He said through the comm to the commander onboard the particular destroyer.

 

---comm 2---

" Helm commander, bring the Imperial II's to this cooridinate so that their starboard sides face the shipyard and ship. Tractor beams activate and grab Evan's shuttle."

 

---comm 3----

"Launch gunboats target those turbolasers. I want them disabled, now."

 

---Comm to Evan---

"Keep it up, trooper. I want that ship."

 

----Comm to macleod----

"Bring your fighters to take out those firing points on the shipyard. Dont harm the Destroyer."

 

Paynes voice was icy cool with each. They knew their duties and were loyal to the empire. He adjusted his uniform and stared out the viewport again. He had much to prepare for Emporer Rhiven had great plans going forth.

 

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Gunboats move in blasting away at turbolasers silencing all but a few. Imperial IIs move in a blast ion cannon fire silencing the remaining and grabbing Evan's shuttle before it can cause any real damage to the Destroyer. The Super star destroyer enters hyperspace.

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Beautiful, Macleod thought.

 

He wasn't referring to the oceans that stretched over Mon Calamari, but to the carnage occuring below. As an Imperial soldier, he appreciated the art of warfare.

 

The Rebels are could for entertainment at least, even if they lack vision

 

Macleod turned away from his musings, and back to the task Payne had just given him. His squadron pulled away from the assault boats, and streaked toward the small land mass holding the shipyard.

 

Countless TIE's swooped down opening a barrage of fire on the defense points below. The TIE pilots were trained to be accurate, none took a shot that could potentially harm the Destroyer.

[Darth Immolatus]

Pvt. Evan hears the com from Payne. He knew it was a compliment merely to make him do better. There was nothing behind it. He tells his troopers.

 

"Guys, all we have to do is take the bridge. I have a plan if you guys are up for it."

 

"Yes sir." They had respected him even though he was a lower rank. He knew they would follow his orders, even if he told them to go into the room without cover. But he wouldnt let them get shot up for nothing. He wouldnt let any of them die. He would eventry to keep their armor unscratched.

 

"Here is he plan. TZ-8970, TZ-5620, TZ-9230, TZ-1270, TZ-3610, TZ-8940, you will stay behind and draw their fire. The rest of us will head up one level. TZ's 2560 and 3450, bring the equipment for breaking through walls. The ones of you staying behind I want you to open the door a few inches and fire through the door. When you hear an exploson close the door and back away. Once you close the door, head back to the hangar and regroup with the rest of the squad. We will meet you back there. The rest of you lets go."

 

Evan and the rest of the squad head to the turbolift. They punch in the level right above the one they are leaving. The soon reach it and walk off. Evan mercilessly kills a Mon Calimari that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. They head to right above the main viewport area. They open the crate and egin to ubload the equipment. They can hear blaster fire from below. They must hurry before the Mon Calimari realize there should be more. They take out a large laser cutter and begin to cut a hole. There is soon a gaping hole big enough for a stromtrooper to fit through. Evan fire upon the Mon Calimari as TZ-2150 pulls out a heavy repeating blaster and begin firing at the viewport.

 

The viewport shatters and the Mon Calimar get sucked out intot he atmosphere. Evan smiles as the fighters beginto blast the flying bodies. The wind are becoming hard to hear. They head out as they hear an explosion well outside the SD. Evan reaches the turbolift and punches in the level for the hangar. TZ-2150 puts away the heavy repeater and picks back up his E-11 Blaster Rifle.

 

They reach the hangar to find a small scale battle going on. Evan smiles, wondering how stupid these fish were. They had come up behind a small task force sent to kill the rest of the stormtroopers. They begin firing at them obliterating them from the rear forward. Evan kills the last one and comms tothe Lt. telling him to stop firing. They come out and see a new Sentinal Class Shuttle awaiting them. They pack up the E-Web Blasters and get onboard the Shuttle. They had lost only one trooper in the Battle.

 

The Shuttle heads to one of the SDs and pulls into one of the hangars. He walks to one of the garrisons and takes off his helmet. He smiles knowing he did small but meaningful damage to the Rebel scum. He checks on the troopers.

[Major Payne]

PAyne smiled yet again realizing everything was now complete

 

---comm 1-----

"Launch the tuggs with, support. Have the assault gunboats dock and take the rest of the ship."

 

---comm 2---

" Helm commanders, blast the shipyard to dust. Disable any remaining fire on the Destroyer."

 

 

---Comm to Evan---

"Congratulations. Well done."

 

----Comm to macleod----

"Destroy the platform and guard the tuggs."

 

Payne continued to look outside the viewport of the destroyer.

 

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Storm troopers dock and take the remainder of the Star destroyer, being sure to disable the core, after terminating all onboard personale. Guards are posted as the Destroyer is pulled in with the rest of the fleet. The ships prepare to jump. As the shipyard is turned into ash.

[Guest]

The guard's body is sent flying into space. The small beeping orb, rolling across the floot catches itself into a batterered computer terminal. A single beep later and the whole bridge is leveled by a thermal nuclear explosion, even before it can be sucked into space. The unfinished Defender Class SD, not even sporting any weapons and rattled by ion blasts and the final destruction of its bridge is reduced to a useless 1,000 m piece of slag.

[Lieutenant Macleod]

Macleod recieved the orders, and relayed them to his underlings. He ordered the squadrons to split in half. Macleod headed up the ones going after the platform, the rest escorted the tuggs.

 

The Imperial Lieutenant could see the platform below. Macleod was about to descend when he felt a small feeling in the back of his mind. Previous experience with these feelings, cause Macleod's reflexes toe spin his ship sideways. And just as he did so turbolaser fire vaporized the air where he had just been.

 

If I had not had a sensitivity to the Force, I would be in pieces right now.

 

Macleod had no time to contemplate his luck, as more fire came from one of the small islands near the platform. A few pockets of resistance had been missed. The shots hammered his group, taking out several TIE's. He sent several to finish the pathetic pocket of Rebels off. Macleod surged his ship forward.

 

With no regard to his own safety, the Lieutenant personally lead the screaming TIE's that approached the platform. Green fire hailed out of the heavens, destroying much of the landscape below. The platform had been obliterated.

 

Macleod pulled up, the red and orange hues of the explosion reflecting off his helmet. He sent a comm to the Major.

 

"Mission complete, sir.[/i]

[Major Payne]

Payne watched the bridge explode...Rhiven would be dissapointed but that wasnt what they had come here for anyway.

 

 

---comm1---

"Excellent macleod, Bring your troops in. Another great job." the major turned back to the helm.

---comm2---

"Bring in remaining fighters"

---comm3---

"When the tuggs are locked correctly and every ship is loaded...enter hyperspace."

 

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"All ships enter hyperspace on my mark...."

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The imperial fleet disapeared as fast as it had apeared. They returned with 1 extra ship.

[Dark Bushido Knight]

-------comm to rebellion commander-------

 

"I have something that may be of interest to you. An imperial officer. Something of value I'm sure. Comm me back if you wish to purchase this rare gift."

 

OOC: Post in space thread if you wish.

[Gabriel Zion]

The small Rebel fleet winks into space above the water world of Mon Calamari, checking again for hidden transmitters. Entering the atmosphere the transports make their way down to the surface of the planet to a non-populated area on the outskirts of Oratoru Gal.

 

Lt Zion leaves the transport and strides towards Major Bandon, meeting him halfway between the ships.

[Forn Dodonna]

((OOC: Major Janus Bandon is an NPC RPed by me))

 

As the rest of the E-wings continue to fly cover for the unloading transports, Major Bandon sets his own fighter down, near the lead ship. Jumping gracefully from the cockpit, the pilot walks smoothly over to the lieutenant.

 

"Good, we've made it," he said curtly. "Now, we've just got to unload all this stuff, then we'll signal our arrival to headquarters. Meanwhile, set up a perimeter, we don't want any civilians wandering in. Make sure any that do are well cared-for...these people are our allies."

 

As Lieutenant Zion moves off to carry out his orders, Bandon supervises the landing of his starfighters. Once they are all down, he begins seeing to the disbursement of facilities, including:

 

Support equipment for thirty-six starfighters

Barracks for 1500 soldiers and staff

Two heavy turbolaser batteries

E-Web cannons and assorted small arms.

 

The preliminary setting up continues as the equipment is rolled off the transports; no time is wasted, nor is any man's skill and muscle.

[Gabriel Zion]

Lieutenant Zion headed over to one of the Sergeants, passing on orders regarding the set up of the perimeter guard, also instructions on how to treat the civilians that may wander into the camp.

 

That done he proceeded to wander around the steadily growing base, making sure that everything was in order. His surveillance ended at the now completed mess hall and he headed in to grab a bite to eat and a caffa, taking a seat at a table near the door where he'd be easily spotted incase he was needed and where he had a good view of the camp.

 

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Time passed quickly and the outpost was set up and running smoothly. A communications officer found Gabriel, handing him a message that Admiral Black was now in charge of the Rebellion and Forn Dodonna had been unavoidably detained elsewhere.

 

Lt Zion sends an encryted and untraceable message to the Admiral letting him know that the base was now set up. They had been accepted by the local population with no problems at all and were waiting on further instructions.

[Officer Black]

As the fleet was prepping to embark for Cardia, Black received yet another transmission. This time from someone he'd almost forgotten about--Gabriel Zion.

 

--Encrypted Transmission to Gabriel

 

I need you to fortify your position. There is a chance the imperials may come after you if we aren't able to stop them where we're heading. Also please keep in contact with the Mon Calamri ship yards, and see how many cruisers they are willing to lend to the rebel cause, if any. Maintain your position until further notice. May the force be with you.

 

--End Transmission

[Gabriel Zion]

Receiving the returned comm from Black, Gabriel set to putting the new orders into place. He called in the section heads and began passing on the new instructions, sending a team of delegates to the ship yards and ordering the reinforcing of the current defenses. Also calling in the undercover operative that he'd sent into the Mon Calamari government offices.

 

Upon the operative's arrival he gave further instructions for her to keep an eye out for anything unusual going on in the regards to the Imperials, be it news broadcasts on the holonet or via other 'channels' and to be sure to check in as soon as hearing anything, including the slightest hint of possible actions. After hearing what they had done on Naboo to the Gungans Gabriel didn't want to take any chances of that happening here on Mon Calamari.

[Officer Black]

Encrypted Untrackable Rebel Transmission --

 

Gabriel Zion

 

"This is Officer Black. Our need is dire, and I hope negotiations with the Mon Calamarians have gone well. We need to secure and build the ships as soon as possible. Any and all are welcome.

 

I need them to all report to Gala to rejoin the remnents of the fleet. We will strike again at the Imperials as quickly as possible.

 

Please beg barrow or bribe to get as many large cruisers and B-Wings as possible manufactured. Any Calamri wishing to join the rebellion would also be very welcome. We shall send the main contingent to Gala.

 

I fear I may be in need of rescue as well as the master Jedi Kirlocca, so it may be some time before I am able to contact you. Our campaign on Cardia has not gone as expected. May the force be with you Gabriel"

 

--End Transmission

[Gabriel Zion]

Gabriel had just received some favourable news in regards to negotiations in the shipyards, 6 MC90 Star Cruisers and 40 B-Wings had been added to the rebel's cause, when he received the next transmission from Admiral Black. As the Rebels had always had good relations with the Mon Calamarian's and with the recent developments at Naboo, they were nearly falling over themselves to volunteer assistance to the Rebellion's cause, including volunteers for the rebellion's infantry units.

 

Gabriel started relaying orders for the newly acquired ships to be sent on to Gala as well as any of the volunteers that wished to go.

 

He sent an encrypted untrackable comm back the Admiral.

 

 

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MC90 Star Cruisers

 

Name: Mon Calamari Shipyards MC90 Star Cruiser

Type: Cruiser

Length: 1255 meters

Speed

WEG Hyperdrive: x1

WEG Sublight: 7

LucasArts Sublight: N/A

ILM Sublight: N/A

Weapons

75 Turbolaser Batteries

30 Ion Cannons

8 Tractor Beam Projectors

6 Proton Torpedo Tubes

 

-- -- -- --

B-Wings

 

Name: Slayn & Korpil B-51 B-wing

Type: Starfighter

Length: 16.9 meters

Speed

WEG Hyperdrive: x2

WEG Sublight: 6 (Expanded and E2: 7)

LucasArts Sublight: 90 MGLT

ILM Sublight: 75 MGLT

Weapons (Configurations vary)

1 Laser Cannon

3 Ion Cannons

2 Auto-Blasters

2 Proton Torpedo Launchers (8/total)

[Forn Dodonna]

OOC: I do believe that it is safe to assume that the order put in for the previous post has now been constructed and manned. As The Thing would say, "its clobberin' time!"

 

IC:

It had taken a good while, but now the Mon Calamarian reinforcements were fully armed and ready. At the urging of the newly-elevated Vice-Admiral Forn Dodonna, the fleet made all haste to get underway for the Galan base. Leavng Captain Zion behind to oversee operations there, along with Major Brandon's orignal compliment of starfighters and troops. They had since been considerably reinforced, mostly by the local Mon Calamari and Quarren volunteers.

 

Setting a random, yet still expeditious hyperspace route that would lose any tails, the fleet winked into the starscape...

[Forn Dodonna]

((OOC: Not technically a double-post))

 

An encrypted comm arrives at the Mon Calamarian shipyards.

 

--encrypted comm--

 

Please find enclosed an order for one Defender-class Star Destroyer, as well as thirty-six K-wing starfightes, complete with ordinace packages. When the order is complete, send the ships to these co-ordinates: [insert encrypted co-ordinates here]. Annonymity is our ally here...

 

--end comm--

[Darth Havoc]

A spherical probe droid, measuring at about a foot in diameter, and bearing the symbol of the Dark Tower of Nastarine, appears. As the droid's turbo-boosters die down, three small openings appear on different sides of the droid, and a couple of antennas and a wide-range scanner pop out. The droid then heads down to the surface of Mon Calamari.

[Forn Dodonna]

The Mon Calamarian defenses quickly get a bead on the probe, and fire at it before it can reach the surface. A dampening field is set up around where the partially-smashed probe lands, keeping any parts that may have survived impact from transmitting any data.

[Officer Black]

Though he had helped to deter total annihilation of Borleais, and the Jedi Dojo, Blacks thoughts were elsewhere.

 

Imperial and pirate cargo captured by rebellion sorties had padded the rebellion bank accounts. As ships and personel were lost, the rebellion lost the upper hand it once commanded.

 

The time was now to acquire more ships, as well as show the true allies of the rebellion that they were valued, and would not be left to twist in the wind.

 

A personal communicae is sent to Gabriel Zion from Admiral Black.

 

Encrypted --

 

I must order three Mediator Class cruisers from Mon Calamari. Please tell the head representatives of the Quarren and Mon Calamarians, that retribution may come to their planet for "said injustices" against the Empire.

 

Assure them I will not allow their planet to fall.

 

A small transmission beams directly to Zions datapad.

 

Blacks voice starts up again as the data is transfered. Here are further instructions on what I would have you do. You have been more than an asset the alliance. Your diplomatic skill has ensured that Mon Calamri is true to the rebellion, and yearns for its own voice. I will be paying you a visit in one form or another very soon. Keep the men ready and defenses sound, and.....May the force be with you.

 

End Transmission --

 

Gabriels com goes silent.

[Gabriel Zion]

Gabe receives the comm from Admiral Black and refers the order and information to the appropriate areas.

 

He gives the order to be on the look out for anything suspicious and organises for extra defenses to be set up around the planet. Several ships are sent out into the system to lie in wait to detect any approaching vessels or threats.

[Officer Black]

Four Nebulon B frigates decend to the planets surface. Dispatched from unknown sources, only high ranking Calamrians, Quarren, and Rebel personel are aware of their purpose.

 

As the frigates land on massive platforms, Mon Cal and Quarren alike are told of the plight they could possibly endure. With grudging cooperation Calamri scientists begin to load all manor of plant and sea life aboard the ships specified holds.

 

This by no means was an abbandonment of the planet, but all likelyhood pointed to an attack on the well defended world.

 

The imperial nack for cynicism pointed to an indirect assault on the planet. All precausions would be taken. The frigates lift off and would continue back from their unknown destination to pick up more samples of life.

[Gabriel Zion]

Another order had come in and had been forwarded in regards to more ships being made for the Rebellion's cause. They were coming along beautifully and would make good additions once they were complete.

 

Evacuation drills had been taking place so that when the new residence was set up, it would be a smooth process to load everyone to take them to their new location.

 

Gabe continued to monitor the goings on around the planet, making sure anything suspicious was checked out as soon as it was made known and that preventative measures were in place.

[Forn Dodonna]

Yet more trips had been made by the four frigates, again transplanting hearty samples of Mon Calamari life forms; including water plants, coral-building organisms, aquatic mammals, many species of fish and crustaceans, and yet more high-ranking and otherwise important members of Mon Calamari and Quarren society. The handling was done with the utmost of care, so that by the time this trip was ready to leave for the new Rebel outpost, much more had been saved for the preservation of this stalwart ally of the Rebellion. Once everything had been prepared, the convoy went into hyperspace, taking a roundabout route to lose any tails.

 

Elsewhere over the aquatic world, the second of three Mediator-class star cruisers was brought down the ways and commissioned as the newest addition to the rebounding Alliance warfleet. After extensive fitting out, and equipment upgrades, this ship would be every bit the asset in the continuing struggle to bring freedom, peace, and justice back to the galaxy. Crewed by a mixture of Mon Calamarians, Quarren, humans, Bothans, and Bith, the ship's compliment also represented the cream of the Rebellion's military. Her starfighter bays were fully stocked with E-, A-, X- and B-wing fighters, and their pilots had been brought in from all corners of the Alliance, having proved their worth in the Academies and in combat throughout the Galaxy.

 

The warship's captain, a Bothan named Helist Ar'badi, saw to her disembarkation, as they needed to join the rest of the fleet as soon as was possible. With a last wave to the world that had spawned his command, the officer ordered the hyperdrives engaged, and with a blue-white streak, the ship soared off into the stars.

[Kirana Sunrider]

New orders come through for Captain Gabriel Zion.

 

-- encrypted untraceable comm to Gabriel Zion --

 

At your convenience you are to report to Vice-Admiral Kirana Sunrider at Selvaris as her personal aide and bodyguard.

 

-- end comm --

[Forn Dodonna]

Having been fitted out according to the usual high standards of the Mon Calamari shipyards, the last of the Mediator-class star cruisers prepares to join with the rest of the Rebel Alliance starfleet. Crewed by a mixed compliment of Mon Calamari, Quarren, human, Bothan, Bith, and even a few Ryn technicians, pilots and Marines, the ship represents yet another proud addition to the fight for galactic freedom, peace and justice.

 

A few odds and ends needed to be mended before the vessel and its compliments of starfighters would be war-ready, but that could be taken care of on the roundabout journey to Hypori. The vessel would bear the name Jack Black, in honour of the deceased Admiral.

[Maelstrom]

Mael arrived at the coordinates that Rob instructed him to meet at, and awaited further instruction.

[Strongheart]

OOC: Next time post comming here in space...

 

Rob saw his padawan waiting for him.

 

Come here.

 

Rob said throught the froce to Mael.