Mon Calamari/Dac

[Gren Sairdonga]

The co-ordinates appeared on Gren's com screen after the Alliance man's face disappeared, copying them quickly to his nav computer he turned the ship to autopilot, leaning back he idly watched some ships leap into hyperspace as his own heeled around and headed towards the Main Orbital Space Station, looking at some of the ships docked there he saw a small portion of the extent of damage done to the ships, they must've taken a beating when they were kicked off Coruscant, probably had to leave a good portion of troops in the mud as well. I'm gonna have to take the ship off auto to land it he thought even as he sighted the hangar.

 

====Ten Minutes Later====

 

As the 'Second Chance' set down smoothly in the somewhat cluttered Hangar 17 Gren stood up, unstrapping himself, he strapped on his blaster, his explosives belt and his Vibroblade, picking up a copy of his cargo manifest Gren hit the lower ramp button, walking down he looked around waiting for the welcoming party.

Edited May 24, 2006 by Guest

[Sabian]

Upon request, the blonde haired man began to descend from the office building towards the lower levels. There, a number of recruits had been issued to the military station, trying to look professional as possible with only a solemn pin on his cloak to signify his rank and status amoungst them. (This is directed to any PCs who wish to get further training.)

 

”œExcuse me, men,”

Edited May 24, 2006 by Guest

[Guest]

((Sorry, my urge to post with this alias has been rather lackluster as of late.))

 

After several hours of painful close-quarters combat training, Nikita Trell stumbled away from one of the practice arenas, most of her body aching with exertion and the beating she received at the hands of one of her instructors. Earlier in her life, the Chandrilan had learned how to defend herself with her bare fists, but those instincts became dormant after extensive training in blaster weaponry prior to her former career in the Chandrilan security forces.

 

Rather than retire to her quarters to await the inevitable soreness when she awoke, Nikita instead headed towards a firing range to practice with a sidearm. Even if the woman was somewhat of a gun nut, it was difficult to deny that she was a crack shot with a blaster pistol. And as a minor gun nut, she actually enjoyed filling inanimate targets full of holes from the safe end of her DeathHammer blaster pistol. So when she entered the practice range, Nikita ignored the shriek of blaster fire and conversation from instructors in several of the lanes; she just retrieved a light blaster from the arsenal, a generous number of ammunition cartridges, and set up shop in an available lane.

 

A nearly constant stream of crimson fire rained from her lane, most of them striking the "center-of-mass" on her distant target. Nikita began to track her fire to various points on the silhouette's body--the stomach, both lungs, the neck and head... then she decided that it wouldn't be completely uncalled for to show off.

 

It took a few minutes and a couple of cartridges of blaster ammunition, but her work was eventually finished. Tossing a loose strand of crimson hair out of her eyes, Nikita regarded the pattern of blaster burns on her target, which formed a recognizable sketch of an X-Wing pursuing a TIE Fighter.

 

Chuckling to herself, Nikita proceeded to add some distance between herself and the target, and once again poured away blaster fire.

[Gren Sairdonga]

It hadn't taken long for Gren to get used to alliance routine... it wasn't as demanding and backbreaking as Ranger life had been but it wasn't a picnic either, getting up early in the morning and staying up late. They'd assigned him to the Space Outfit, whatever that meant, funny thing was that Gren probably would have been more suited to being in a commando unit but he was still a good pilot, one of the best on Toprawa.

 

As he waited amongst a group of raw recruits waiting for the trainer he looked at some of them he realized some of them really were farmboys who hadn't shot a blaster before.

 

As he waited he watched a blonde man make his way towards them, when he was a few meters away Gren noticed the pin on his unfiorm, realizing he must be the trainer they were waiting for Gren immediately came to attention. He was about to start his first real corp training...

[Sabian]

After seeing that the new recruits had formed a base line infront of him, still wet behind the ears as far as real combat experience, Sabian turned to the chart infront of him, flipping through some papers as he spoke..

 

”œYes, well, now.. Let's see here,”

[Damon]

Damon upon walking along was almost once again looked upon as a recuirt and was ordered to report for training. He realized that he did not look the part of the solider in his robes. Being a Lutenat meant he did have to set an example after all. Damon not wanting to be conused again reported to the quatermaster and found himself a lose uniform that the jedi used to help tell them apart from the other soliders, as well as some pins to help tell that he was no recruit.

 

Damon left quatermasters and went to find Sabin anyways. Damon made way to the control tower where he was informed that Sabin was in air with some recurits running training runs. Damon looked and saw what Sabin was doing on the holo map. Damon decided that he would wait in the tower and watch for any problems.

[Sabian]

Suddenly, during the training sessions, his own frequency began to rapidly vibrate back and forth. An urgent message had been relayed to him from the Link Casino. The words shone wide on the screen, needing one simple command of his thumb against the transciever to retrieve the message, though he knew undoubtedly who was on the other line.

 

Should I?.. I don't know, I have felt her fade in and out. Her power diminishing.. Perhaps something has happened. I better look.

 

Squeezing the button down, the message was received. Though the resolve was for the better, the situations that led up to those events was nerve wracking. He could not allow her to be in such a condition, obviously scarred to some degree by the events. Something deep down inside his gut told him to leave, then and there, only making a quick call to all the recruits.

 

”œMen, something urgent has come up. Finishing the targets and land at your leisure. We'll recess until I get back. If you need any further help, ask the other military personelle. Farewell,”

[Damon]

As Sabin left the training field Damon had just found himself incharge of the recurits and the commanding officer left on Mon Cal. Damon took a deep breath and sent a COM to all the units in the air.

 

"I am LT Damon. In Sabin's pressence I am going to help you finish your training. You are to finish your runs, but we are going to add a little twist."

 

The space turrets above the planet where the excerise was taking place activated.

 

"As you can tell the turrets have just became active. The turrets, however will not kill you, but fire blank rounds. They will keep track who recives what damage up to the point of where you would be killed in battle. If you are killed in this simulation you do not want to find out the conquences of doing so to say the least. Now let the real training session begin."

[Gren Sairdonga]

For Gren the exercise had been going reasonably well, after their brief talk with the training officer they were up and flying in E-Wings, Gren marvelled at the speed and manoeuvrability of the fighter, the Antarian Ranger's fighter of choice was the R-41 Starchaser it was a good fighter, not too expensive with good shields and firepower but they were flying metal lumps compared with E-Wings.

 

As he roared through the upper atmosphere of the planet and finally into orbit, suddenly his comm system crackled too life a message from the CO,

 

”œWe've been fortunate enough to have some test satellites prove to be a difficult distraction. While they may not be enemy fighters, their small size and manoeuvrability will make a hard aim and will get you used to the real deal.”

[Damon]

Damon sent a COM to all men in the skies.

 

"I have a matter to attend at the mintue and will be inaviable for a bit. In the mean time however land and clean your fighters. I will meet with you men in a mintue. Oh yeah, good Job Sairdonga. I think you have a favorable future here."

 

with that Damon left the command center for a office. He locked the door and typed in the com channel for where he could send a holo of himself to observe the metting on Helix.

[Fynn Relmis]

Via a secret subspace channel as yet untraceble, the meeting was broadcast to the base at Mon Calamari.

 

Conference Room 42

 

As a few more stragglers entered Fynn approached a small platform near the large map. It was time.

 

”œFirst I want to be clear, I am no jedi master”¦I am but a knight. I have called this meeting so that we all may realize the threat we mutually face. You've heard of them before, the Sith and the Empire, they haven't changed, only gotten worse. We on the other hand, have changed. We've become fragmented, distant, and disoriented. We lack focus, vision, and functionality.”

[Damon]

Damon emerged from the office. He had now made a play that he would have not normally made, but of late he had seen too much not to take place in the operation. Damon made his way to the hangar and saw all of the men discussing what part they were play as well as the words that Damon himself had spoken. He interrupted the conversations and brought all to silence.

 

"So, you all were watching. Then you all also heard my words. On top of that you also know we are going to be mobilized in the grandest scale battles not seen in some time. This means we have one thing we must do first. I want all units to head to the holo-simulator. We need to practice boarding producers as well as ship disablement from the in side. Racks are bringing brought in as we speak. Grab your gear and suit up. I will meet you all down at the simulator shortly.”

[Onderin Starlisk]

Admiral Onderin Starlisk returned to Mon Calamari hastily aboard the E-wing he had grabbed to go after Kirana on Ilum not long before. He quickly received landing clearance and landed in the hangar that he had departed from. No sooner did he leave his ship than he was met by a General, whom he immediately gave this order: "Put the station on mission ready status and notify fleet crewers. We need to be ready to strike at the Empire in a few hours maximum."

 

The general nodded, then signaled at one of his lieutenants. The station was notified and put on alert.

 

Mission Ready Status

 

OOC: Damon and Roxas (not yet here), report to briefing room 1A.

 

Anyone else who wants combat experience in a live-fire engagement against the Empire, report to briefing room 1B. This is the real thing, people.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio heard that the station was put on Mission Ready Status. He got a smaller comm that he was to report to briefing room 1b. He made his way there.

 

Once he arrived, he took a seat and waited for the briefing to begin.

[Damon]

Damon heard the status call and his order to room 1A. He knew he had his work cut out for him and that for Fynn's plan to work it had to be more than planned.

 

"Sorry troopers. Simulation is canceld for now. Go report to your desenated areas. I have to go. We will have our race another day."

 

Damon was on his way and once again met by the supply group. He handed over every peice of armor and weaponary back to the quatermastersrs. Once he was in his uniform and weapons were returned he made his way.

 

Damon arrived to room 1A and noticed he was alone for the time being and that this room has been host to many pre-attack notifcations and brefings. Damon took a seat and now waited.

[Apollo]

((Just a note Admiral. Not all of us have experience with how Military factions work, ranks, or anything else..so if we slip up from time to time, try to let it slide ))

 

 

 

 

Lotus had found a private chamber to meditate in and center himself a while ago. He had returned from the mission set before him, they had not met up with the convey. It must have slipped through their fingers, or perhaps even their information was bad. He was pulled out of the force by blaring alarms; the station was on alert now. Standing up, the Jedi knight checked the weapon at his side and moved into the hallway.

 

His eyes scanned the area around him, catching a man that seemed to be approaching him at a rather brisk pace. Maroon moved towards him and accepted the datapad that he was handed. It informed him of the room he should head too. 1B. In less then four minutes he made it to the room and entered it. He nodded to the few people already in the room. He took a seat and waited..

[Damon]

Damon recived a COM from Gala. The base was complete and just in need of Personel and fighters. Damon was quite relived to hear that the base was funcitional and good to go. He would notify Ordein when he arrived.

[Roxas Jarek]

Roxas' cabby vessel docked into the base, and after paying the R2 unit once more, the ship took off, leaving him in another unfamiliar place. He was back on Mon Calamari though, that was something. He wandered through the base until he heard the announcement that he needed to report to breifing room 1A. He had sensed that he was supposed to go somewhere, and followed his intuition until he came upon the room which contained the 'Verdant Green'.

 

"Ah! Master Starlisk, good to see you again. Why the last time I saw you, you were speeding away on a one man ship without me." He said jokingly, adding a chuckle and sitting down.

[Gren Sairdonga]

As Gren and Colan walked through the base back towards their barracks, the base was bustling, looking at his Corellian friend he said,

 

"Looks like somethings up, eh Colan?"

 

"No doubt, only something big would have this many people looking like the Emperor just pulled up in his personal SSD and said I'm here to surrender."

 

Gren looked at his friend, he'd met the man when they'd first started training on Mon Calamari, they were both assigned to the same squadron and they were both in the same barracks, but he still couldn't entirely understand Colan's humour.

 

As he mused they approached the junction that went either back down to their barracks or the main briefing rooms. Suddenly Gren's comlink went off, activating the speaker an automated message came through,

 

'report to briefing 1B... this is not a drill, repeat report to briefing room 1B... this is not a drill'

 

Looking at Colan who had recieved a similar message he grinned,

 

"I guess we're gonna be seeing some action then!"

 

Colan just nodded, his own face split into a grin, turning around they headed towards briefing room 1B, no doubt the rest of the squadron had recieved a simalr message.

 

--------Five Minutes Later--------

 

As they entered the briefing room and sat down in the front row other pilots and troops were starting to filter in, some of them Gren knew others he didn't. It was quiet, everyone was curious as to what was going to happen, Gren had an inkling, looks like action against the empire is once again heating up...

[Onderin Starlisk]

Briefing Room 1A

 

Onderin allowed himself a smile at Roxas's comment, but didn't really feel the need to respond otherwise. He entered the briefing room and found Damon already there, as well as the captains of two Nebulon-B escort frigates and his flagship, the Dauntless. Along with them were many fighter pilots and crewers that would play a role in the engagement to come.

 

The Admiral stood in the center of the room before a holoprojector. "We are meeting in response to the Jedi call to arms and the formulation of what will be called Operation Phalanx," he said in a clearly projected voice, slightly aided by the Force. "Those of you that are here will be a part of an attack on the Empire's center of ship production, the Kuat Drive Yards. We will be coordinating with Jedi Master Kirlocca on this attack, representing Jedi involvement.

 

"We will take only the flagship and two escort frigates, a force not sufficient to severely damage the shipyards. However, taking the shipyards is not the point. Since our attack is the first of three and I will be present, we are hoping to draw out the Imperial fleet and, if possible, the Emperor himself, who has seemingly developed a bit of a grudge against me," the Jedi Master continued.

 

"If there is no Imperial response, then the shipyard will be destroyed. Either way, we gain a victory. We will hold out against Imperial forces as long as possible, but I will not accept more than one capital ship loss. It is obviously preferred that no losses are sustained, but this is war. We will hold until we are no longer required to do so.

 

"No further briefing is required. This will be a hit-and-fade operation. Report to your ships. I will confirm preparedness with Jedi Knight Fynn Relmis, and he will give us the cue to leave," Onderin finished.

 

Without further ado, he headed towards the nearby hangar bay, beckoning for Roxas to follow him. They boarded a Lambda shuttle and ferried over to the Dauntless.

 

Briefing Room 1B

 

Vice-Admiral Saladin Ralis of the Rebel Alliance arrived in Briefing Room 1B just as most of the recruits and more experience pilots arrived, along with the captains of several MC90a Starcruisers, the backbones of the Alliance fleet.

 

Ralis stood before them, hands clasped behind his back in a familiar military posture. "Welcome, brave pilots and captains," he addressed them. "You are to be a part of the battle that will likely end the Empire's upper hand in this war that began when they took Coruscant from us not long ago.

 

"There are to be two feints preceeding our move to action. One will be at Kuat and the other at Kamino. After dividing Imperial attention and drawing the fleet away from Carida, their capital, we will strike that target with almost everything we have. There will be Jedi assistance in the matter, as the Imperials share their homeworld with the Sith.

 

"It is likely that the actions of this battle, after neutralizing space-based defenses, will be ground-based, almost certainly led by Jedi," Ralis continued. "Again, there shouldn't be a whole lot of Imperial presence, and the strike should be unexpected. The faster we operate, the greater the chances of our success are.

 

"We will receive an order from Admiral Starlisk when the time comes to strike. Until that time, we will wait aboard the ships we will serve from so as not to waste time when it is most vital," the Vice-Admiral ordered. "Get to your ships."

 

He did so himself, ferrying over to his chosen flagship, the Torrent.

[Damon]

Damon took his orders and made his way to a jedi fighter that was left on the planet for the jedi officers and made his short trip to the near by frigate that was expecting him. He was welcomed and lead to bridge where he would be expected to help coordinate efforts untill he left for a boarding party or the Dauntless. Damon greeted his fellow officers and troops. The captin on the ship was grateful to have him on his ship and Damon reconagized him from a battle on Coursant that was to long ago. He was a sergent then, however he had surpassed Damon even though the captin was not seeing it that way. Damon shook his hand and took a spot near behind the chairs. The captin asked Damon to radio the admiral and notify him of their status. A coms office opened a channle for the Dauntless

 

Com Open

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Dauntless. This is LT Damon. Preperations here are complete and ready for launch on your mark.

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Com End

[Onderin Starlisk]

Response to Lt Damon (from Comm Officer): "Welcome aboard, sir. We will leave once we have confirmation from Jedi Relmis."

 

As a matter of routine, all important codes relating to the fleet were changed, including the backdoor codes that were used so infamously at Coruscant.

[Fynn Relmis]

Over the emergency channel the confirmation signal came from Helix Station loud and clear...

 

ALL JEDI INVOLVED IN OPERATION PHALANX REPORT TO HANGAR BAYS FOR IMMEDEATE DEPARTURE>>>THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

 

OPERATION PHALANX IS A GO>>> REPEAT OPERATION PHALANX IS A GO>>>

 

MISSIONS LYSANDER AND PTOLEMY ARE A GO....MISSIONS LYSANDER AND PTOLEMY ARE A GO>>>

 

MISSION ALEXANDER IS AWAITING CONFIRMATION...

[Sabian]

Finding his way back to the watery planet of Mon Calamari, the Peace V containing the likes of Jedi Knight, Sabian Devanus, docked with the Dauntless which was set into idle mode before eminent deployment. The blonde haired man moved into the chambers which Admiral Starlisk had been occupied, knowing full well the prestigeous admiral would be commanding in full order.

 

Lowering his head in a humble greeting, Sabian stood aside from him, looking very confident in both his facial features and in mood.

 

”œI've returned, brother, to support this cause. I had been briefed on the details of what plan is to come, yet am uncertain about a few details involving this plan.”

[Onderin Starlisk]

"Your help is always welcome," Onderin said to Sabian, having no further response for his words of wisdom and concern for the state of the galaxy. There was a lot on the Admiral's mind (as there very well should have been) and he didn't dwell too much on the morals and motives behind this attack at the moment.

 

The Jedi Master opened a channel to the fleet. "The missions to Kuat and Kamino commence now. Those preparing for the attack on Carida are to delay until the Imperial fleet has been drawn away to defend their external territories."

 

He then looked at the Captain of the Dauntless and nodded. A minute later, the starpoints stretched into lines, then the tunnels of hyperspace. Operation Phalanx had begun.

 

OOC: There aren't any PCs going to Kamino, just to make sure nobody got confused.

[Cadio Sikaot]

Cadio made his way towards the MC90a Starcruiser he had been assigned too. He walked up the ramp and headed towards his station.

 

Finally, the Empire gets what it deserves.

[Onderin Starlisk]

A message came from Kamino for Vice-Admiral Saladin Ralis. He listened to it and learned that the entire Imperial Fleet was focused at Kamino and that it was time to leave.

 

"All hands, report to battlestations," he ordered. "Enter hyperspace for Carida at my mark. Mark."

 

Stars stretched into lines and the final part of the operation commenced, perhaps the most devestating part of it.

[Gren Sairdonga]

As Gren and Colan ran to their fighters with the rest of the squadron fast following in their footsteps Gren couldn't help but grin, it had been a while since he'd last seen combat, not since he'd left the Rangers and it almost felt good to be returning, looking over at Colan he could see a similar grin spreading over Colan's face.

 

------Five Minutes Later------

 

In his assigned E-Wing Gren activated his fighter and began the startup process, turning on his Com he said to his squadron,

 

"Alright people, report in by numbers, Blazing Stars One ready to go..."

 

"Blazing Stars Two, engines lit lasers full..." his wingmans's voice came crackling through the com channel, swiftly followed by the rest of the squadron.

 

When the last pilot had reported in Gren switched to base frequency, "Alliance Command this is Blazing Stars Squadron we are ready to transfer to our Carrier, requesting permission to depart."

 

"Roger that Blazing Stars squadron, permission to depart Granted, May the Force be with you." Came the voice of the controller.

 

With a grin Gren activated his repulserlift, lifting smoothly from the hangar floor he said to his squadron,

 

"Ok pilots follow me to our cruiser." kicking his floating out of the hangar he pointed his fighters nose space ward and kicked in his thrusters...

[Dagon]

::The full might of the imperial fleet comes out in orbit at Mon Calamari and immediately opens fire at the rebel base. Missle boats launch hundreds of missles at their targets, creating widespread devastation. The facility would not last long under the withering fire.::

[Tarrian Skywalker]

imperial fleets are going to have to chill until they are posted by an imperial... and not a sith...

Capt. Phillep leads the imperial fleet... and Not

dagon... sorry to say but just cause you think cause there is no mod on... you are mistaken... your threat to hand out more crap isn't going to work right now chad...

 

Nulled till I talk to Capt. Phillep as to why the leader of the sith is posting imperial fleet actions since the sith are not entitled to a fleet... and I am telling you now that your war/battle is not on hold ... since the admins have now been brought into this...