Star Wars STAR WARS: INTERVENTION (A story-telling style OT starfighter game)---Always taking new players!

IC: Ron Darkins
Whendyll System Snap Dragon

"Uh, Captain? This thing about not scratching her; its a bit chaotic out there. If that is a requirement, do you have a shuttle or lighter that can take me across to the DD, where I can pick up a fighter that I don't need to worry about?"

Ron chuckled and shook his head. "No it's not," he answered as a Z-95 head hunter settled down. "But if you prefer to rejoin the Delinquent for one of your fighters that can also be an option and I can lend this fighter to the pilot of the Z-95 headhunter. He's in need of repairs as well," he looked at Yav and was reminded of himself shortly after he took up the Captain title. It eventually dawned on him that he was no longer apart of the Squadron but had more then just twelve fighters to worry about. "I used to be in the squadron before I took over Snap Dragon and it took me a few months before I stopped leaving the bridge to join dog fights. That is the squadron leaders job. I realized that I was looking out for more then just the Squadron. An entire ship depended on me. It took me a couple of months to figure that out. I also lend out my fighter when someone is in need of a quick change. We don't normally keep extra fighters onboard, but if she can be of use to someone during the battle. I don't mind at all," he climbed into the cockpit. and pointed to the starter. " this is the starter, firiring button, missle launcher, peddles, stick for controling the fighters motions. This will take the engines off stand by. Hyperspace, nav computer and there is a spot for an R2 unit."

IC: Fress Colias
Whendyll System

"Firecracker, right? My callsign, I want to be 'Station P'."

"Yes it's Firecracker. Sounds good to me," Fress answered as she watched the Firespray jump into hyperspace. She planned to wait until everyones made the jump before she made jump herself, she wanted to make sure everyone got out safely. Never thought I would live to see this position again she thought with a frown as she quickly made a round taking out the odd TIE she came across.

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IC: Atin Taab
Piloting the Crusader, Battle of the Whendyll System

Just a few moments after Atin's last pair of missiles took out the TIE Bomber that had crossed his path, another bright flash lit up in his peripheral vision. Angling the old freighter over he saw the last moments of an Jod destroyer as it exploded, hopefully causing some damage to the Imperial frigate nearby. He did a quick scan for any escape pods from the allied vessel, but didn't see any. Nor were there any Jod affiliated emergency transponders. The starship had been lost with all hands.

"House of Vimal to Snap Dragon, Firecracker, all ships. Large group of TIEs almost on top of us. Everyone break off, and fall back to the 'Delinquent's position." Made sense, Atin spun up the navicomputer when another call came in from Firecracker.

"Listen up, Saber is downloading a micro jump to the DD into your navcomputers. As soon as the download completes make the jump."

Atin balked at that. He knew his buir (father) wouldn't like some unknown droid downloading any information the the Crusader's computers. The Crusader's navi-computer "felt" the same way and denied the download, as it set to calculating its own micro-jump to the RV point. Atin was struck by how calm things suddenly were, the Crusader's quad mounts had stopped chattering and the immediate space around them seemed clear of enemy fighters, at least for now.

The navi-computer blinked the completion of its calculation and Atin went to push forward on the handle that would send the ship into hyperspace. Before he did so he sent a warning down to Jeth and his passengers. "We're making a micro jump, hold on." Only a short "harumph" came back from Jeth, his passengers, as they had been the entire time, were silent.

It struck Atin suddenly that he hadn't given them any thought throughout the battle, they were probably scared out of their minds by what had gone on and yet they hadn't whispered a word. Maybe they were used to this sort of thing, or maybe they were more scared of Atin and Jeth than the fighters outside. Most likely, they knew the best way to survive was to stay quiet and let the professionals do their work.
His hand pushed the lever and for a moment the ship was in hyperspace before reverting back to real space in the system, near the Interdictor the Mercs had pressed into service. Other ships began to arrive as well, some of the fighters went to rearm and refuel. That wasn't necessary for the Crusader. She was a larger vessel than the snub fighters and carried more than enough fuel to carry on the battle. Atin had used all of ship's missiles though, he could do with a reload.

He looked out at the assembled "fleet". There was the Delinquent of course, along with the two Jod destroyers that had participated in the battle. They would be busy recovering and launching their own fighters. There was also the enormous Jod ship. She could most certainly accommodate a rearm of the Crusader, but her escort was closer. She was another destroyer, her transponder IDed her as the 11th Hour. He commed the warship.

"11th Hour, this is Scorch. I could do with a reload, request permission to land. for refuel/resupply"

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IC: Captain John Hickory (NPC)
Kingdom's Navy Vessel 11th Hour, Whendyll System Outskirts

Once called upon, the 11th Hour took up her escort position of the Allegiance with Captain Hickory's customary precision. The Captain watched calmly as the bridge crew go went the motions of keeping the destroyer in formation with the larger King II class battleship. Inside though he was fuming.

He had been assigned the original escort mission for Jason Lasso and his band of miscreants. He had even been forced to take action back at Bespin to ensure Lasso's safe departure from that world. Now though that was all for naught. The 11th Hour had been caught napping and an Imperial blockade had been thrown around this world before Hickory or his crew could react to extricate the Mercs from their present situation. It was proving to be a costly mistake.

He could still the the ring of expanding gasses and debris that marked the final destruction of the Dawn Treader. Cheep had been two years behind him at the academy. He had been a competent officer, even if his bloodline was quiet as...established as Hickory's. The loss of such a fine officer along with his ship and crew would surely be felt throughout the fleet. They just had to ensure now that it was not to be in vain.

"All Jod Commands, this is Captain Timothy Stakes of the Allegiance. We have the Light Destroyer Eleventh Hour with us. Where do you need us? I suggest we act quickly before more Imperial forces arrive."

Hickory stretched his tall and lanky frame now. He was prepared to do his duty and place the ship where it needed to be. In the meantime he issued his own orders. "Contact the flagship and inform them that we stand ready." As the comm officer complied Hickory continued on in clipped tones. "Get the hanger deck ready. I want Oracle flight (the ship's six Eta-2 Interceptors) ready to launch at a moment's notice. Load Harbinger flight (six ARC-170s) for capital ship strikes." Once again his officers scurried to obey as another thought came to him.

"Communications," he started but was interupted by said station. "Sir we have an incoming transmission." Hickory nodded as the comm officer put it through.

"11th Hour, this is Scorch. I could do with a reload, request permission to land."

Scorch? Who in the blazes was Scorch? The question must have shown through his regal features. "It's coming from the YT-1300 off to port."

Hickory chuckled a haughty laugh. A freighter? He hardly at time to restock a freighter. "Send back that we are a ship of war preparing for battle, we have no time to peruse a merchant's wares." The message was sent as Hickory continued on. "Then begin scanning for messages from the planet, if Lasso is still down there he may try contacting us. I don't want to miss that signal." Hickory stalked off now, headed to the ship to ship warfare officer to receive his report.. Protecting Lasso was a mission he believed in, and would accomplish at all costs. But the rabble the man decided to surround himself with? They had a lot to learn.

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IC: Jensen Visak
Location: Arriving just off of DD

Jensen thought about what Firecracker had said, "Spare me the lecture, Greenie. I fought in the last war and know about the kill or be killed rule. I believe you have a microjump to make." If you knew then you wouldn't have been making comments about me taking the ship out. But Jensen decided it wasn't worth an argument over so he let it slide.

Seeing the other ships begin to make the jump to hyperspace, he hit the switch to launch himself into faster than light travel and was greeted by the star lines elongating and then almost as quickly return back to normal. The Delinquent sat just in front of him filling up most of his cockpit view. He opened his comms, "Delinquent, this is ARC-170 Vigilant, requesting a refuel and a rearm. Maybe even a chance to see one of those fancy new starfighters up close." They look like an offshoot of these ARC-170's. They have the same general ship shape, and s-foil system. If I had to guess, these were the new ships that I had heard Incom was producing. I've been on the Rim for too long. If it weren't for my smuggling friends, I'd be completely out of the loop.

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IC: SG-12 (Twelve), Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Technician Flavin, Mekuun Hoverscout, and Delicate Delinquent, respectively.
Locations: Port Haven flooded ravine, and edges of the Whendyll System


It was a puzzled Saber Guard who regarded the Emperor’s Hand after lowering his handheld comlink.

“Strange. I cannot seem to raise either the Hard Eight or the Cash.” He paused. “I wonder if they went without me.”

There was a reaction from the Force, which told him that was a lie: they had not gone without him. Well, that was reassuring at least.

It was strange, he considered, Saber Guards, Sith Acolytes, jedi, even – he regarded the Hand – ungrateful femmes that could do with a swatted rear, were all trained to do different things with the Force, but it was capable of so much.

He looked again at his comlink. “I’ll try the escort frigate Tango.” He thumbed on the communicator. “Tango from Twelve. Do you copy?”

“Tango here.”

The Saber Guard huffed in relief. “What in Hapes happened to you guys; I can’t reach the Cash or the Hard Eight.”

“The Cash is down, Twelve.” The voice sounded tired. Resigned. “She captured a Jod ship, and was ready to tractor her into hyperspace, when the target blew up. And then a larger vessel of unknown origin, probably Jod, popped in behind the Cash, and finished her off.”

“Sweet Feth,” Twelve breathed, shaken by the news.

“We are taking the Hard Eight, which is intact but without power, to the rendezvous point.”

“Right, there has been a change of plan.” Twelve informed the contact. “The Emperor’s Hand has ordered that all our assets come in to reinforce her blockade.”

“I don’t know if Admiral Thaw will wear that-”

“He will now that you have named him within earshot of the Emperor’s Hand herself.”

“Oh-” Twelve slapped his free palm over the comlink’s speaker grille before the expected expletive. He didn’t know if Jade knew any naughty words yet, and he didn’t want any part in expanding her lexicon.

He looked at the seated Jade. “Okay, they are passing the instruction along.” SG-12 glanced over her left shoulder at the paper shop bag with the pastel-shaded Younglings R’ Us logo.

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IC: Chief Engineer Tim Williams, Bridge Officer Bob (Bobob), Private Philippa, Technician Flavin, Delicate Delinquent bridge
Location: Whendyll System outskirts


Bobob and Tim watched the one-sided engagement between their erstwhile rescue convoy and the Urgency on the holographic sphere next to the command chair.

They had lost two shuttles and at least one starfighter, the Imperial ship flaring a white line of plasma fire across space like a big lightsabre of its own.

Several ships were turning up, dropping out of hyperspace between them and the fight.

“Delinquent, this is ARC-170 Vigilant, requesting a refuel and a rearm. Maybe even a chance to see one of those fancy new starfighters up close.”

Flavin sent back, "Stand by Vigilant." He looked round from the Helm console, looking at everyone. “So what do we say?”

Bridge Officer Bob and the Chief shrugged expansively, drawing a query from the girl behind them, who clearly hadn’t yet quantified the chasm of capability between a Kingdom of Jod flagship, and a hastily hijacked Merc-run interdictor.

"Wait, you don’t know how to refuel his type of starfighter?"

"Honey," Williams turned his chair to face her. "we can’t refuel any type of starship. Fuel lines? We haven’t even found the medical bay yet."

Flavin chimed in with, "Or the missiles. If Vigilant’s pilot wants somewhere to land, we can offer floor space."

"And that's only due to the Imp ship vaporising the earlier tenants." Williams waved to the windows. "Oh, hang on." Tim pressed the comlink button on his armrest. "Wolf, this is the bridge. Get over to the brig, and take one of our prisoners down to the hangar. We need them to show us where the fuel and ordnance supplies are. Do you copy that?"

"Sir, I am noting the craft reverting nearby, and I have not yet seen that ship that initially responded to the Dawn Treader's situation."

Williams' refreshed the holo feed, though it defaulted to 'live' in any case. "Yeah, where is the Snow White?"

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IC: Wolf
Delicate Delinquent outskirts of the Whendyll system

Wolf listened as Fress lectured a new comer. She didn't sound like she was in one of her best moods, almost like she was frustrated and angry about something. He frowned wondering what was going on. He was meaning to check in with Hercs and C.T. but he kept getting side tracked with security matters. He shook his head wondering if Alderaan being blown up finally got to her or maybe there was something else going on. Poor Nugget he thought grimely to himself. He turned into an outlet for her frustration and anger. He planned to pull her a side later to find out what was going on.

"Wolf, this is the bridge. Get over to the brig, and take one of our prisoners down to the hangar. We need them to show us where the fuel and ordnance supplies are. Do you copy that?"

"Copy that bridge," Wolf answered as he headed towards the brig they setup. He held the blaster in his hand as he came to a stop in front of the Force shield. Good thing he was close to the brig, he planned to check on their prisoners anyway. What good and convenient timing he reflected with a grim smile. He turned his expression serious as he eyed the prisoners. "Who here knows where the fuel and supplies for fighters is kept?"

No one spoke a word as he hardened his expression. "I don't have all day to wait while you protect your code of honor for an Empire that destroys lives on a daily bases. Which might I point out your precisious Emperor tricked every senator and betrayed the Republic single handedly. Who here knows where the supplies are kept."

"Is it true about Palpatine?" The man on the left side questioned with a frown. "I have heard rumors he's a Sith Lord."

"He's the Sith Lord the Jedi Council was looking for during the Clone Wars," Wolf answered with a frown. "He's a traitor as far as I'm concerned."

"I'll go," the man offered with a frown as Wolf deactivated the shield and reached for a pair of stun cuffs. He placed them on the Imperials hands as one of his comrades called him a traitor. He walked the man out as he covered his back by pointing the blaster at the others. He reactivated the shield as he led the man towards the hangar bays.

"Wolf to bridge, I'm on my way with a prisoner who knows where the supplies are kept."

Sith-I-5

 

IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, Outskirts of Whendyll System


Music: The Last Samurai, Ronin

"Allegiance. This is Chief Engineer Tim Williams aboard the Delicate Delinquent." He paused. Then something about two Jod warships arriving without warning behind him, prompted him to not go off at the captain for destoying that Neb-B. "If you could see your way clear to hitting that Imperial corvett in front of us, we would be most grateful."

"Consider it done, Delicate Delinquent. Order all your forces back from the Vigil. We're launching two scramble squadrons now; one Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor squadron and two T-65 X-wing starfighter squadrons to help against those TIEs. Allegiance clear," Stakes switched comms to the port side bridge from his Captain's chair, "Wing Commander Timins?"

"Timins here," came a quick reply.

"Commander," Stakes continued, "Launch our three scramble squadrons; I want two other squadrons prepped and ready to deploy immediately if needed. I want our three scramble squadrons deployed in a reinforced manner to counter that TIE swarm approaching the Delicate Delinquent. Our main gun batteries will be taking out the Imperial Vigil shortly, so watch that fire mission."

"Starfighter Command copies. Deploy three scramble squadrons to counter TIE swarm. Watch fire mission on Imperial Vigil. Ready deploy two further squadrons for defense. Starfighter Command clear."

"Captain," spoke Commander Hilton as a lieutenant hurried away back to his supervision post over communications, "Communications reports that the Eleventh Hour reports combat ready."

"Good," Stakes said, "Have the Eleventh Hour report to the general rear of all friendly commands as a rear guard action. I don't know what else the Imperials have in reserve, so I want some firepower in the rear. Tell Captain Hickory to use whatever measures necessary to protect the rear. If he needs support, we are ready to deploy a X-Wing squadron and six GAT-12 Skipray Blastboats to his command immediately and can have further support in several minutes if needed."

Hilton nodded, "Yes, sir," and had the orders typed up and relaxed back to the communications lieutenant via a ensign acting as a messenger for the commanders.

"Sensors, I need a status update on that Imperial Vigil and friendly deployments in relation to a long range fire mission," Stakes boomed over the bridge.

"Helm, bring us within range of the DBY-827's," Hilton ordered; this was where a good Captain and Commander could easily tell orders for each other and know what the other would want---and what was best for the ship and mission---and what each other would do in any given combat situation.

"Gunnery," Stakes said, "I want no more then a three percent error rate. We need precise hits gentlemen."

Stakes could hear the Gunnery Chief ordering his gun crews, "Recycle spent gas remains. Clear the lines. Recharge the system. I want perfect ordinance delivery. Give me a three-by-three kill zone, ready three turrets, seventy percent firepower."

"As ordered, Gunnery Chief. Three-by-three kill zone," said one lieutenant, as he relayed orders to the turrets in charge of the fire mission.

"Recycling, clearing, and recharging the system. All selected batteries report ready, Gunnery Chief. Seventy percent power per turret," reported a female lieutenant.

The old gunnery chief snapped around to the command deck above and nodded; Stakes nodded back and the gunnery chief said as he turned back to his gunnery officers, "Ready ordinance charges. Find sensor lock and await fire mission orders."

"Scramble squadrons launched," Hilton said after a message flashed across his armrest from Starfighter Command, adding, "Sensors report friendlies are clear of fire zone, but the Vigil is redirecting course to exit fire zone. Helm reports in range in twenty seconds."

"Helm, increase speed. Gunnery, track Imperial Vigil accordingly and fire at will. That ship does NOT escape."

"Captain, the risk to friendly forces at these speeds---"

Stakes felt the Allegiance increase speed in the close proximity of other friendly vessels; it was a dangerous move in such close quarters, but one that could not be avoided.

"Is acceptable, Commander, agreed?"

Hilton nodded, "Yes, sir. Communications, send out a general alert to all friendly forces to stay clear of our path of travel. Helm, correct as needed to avoid friendlies, but keep in range of the Imperial Vigil."

"Captain," reported the sensors officer---in place of the Commander due to the urgency of the message---"Imperial Vigil engines are showing power spikes. She's preparing for hyperspace."

"Gunnery?" Stakes asked, no reply after several moments, "Gunnery?!" Stakes repeated a second time in a much irritated voice.

Suddenly the Gunnery Officer barked a deep throat command, "FIRE!"

Three separate discharges of double green bolts of turbolaser fire lanced out into the darkness of space ahead of the Allegiance----the deck rumbling with the discharge of the heavy batteries---and over the three squadrons of Jod starfighters moving fast to intercept the TIE swarm threatening to overwhelm the Jod and Merc commands.

The Vigil seemed to elongate itself for the briefest of moments, as if hyperspace grabbed hold of her like a monster from the deepness of an ocean and was about to suck her in, when the three turbolaser shots hit. The first shot ahead of the Vigil, its furthest out beam being distorted and sucked into hyperspace and forsaken to travel endlessly for all time in hyperspace, as its closer beam partly hit the shielded bow, but half of its beam was sucked into hyperspace as well. The next two bolts smashed through the Corvette's weaker shields and slammed into the center of the vessel, striking out the opposite end with a fiery explosion and splitting the ship in two, while the third double beam smashed into the rear of the ship and shattered the engines and bridge, sending fiery debris in all directions. The hyperspace sequence started, the Corvette launched itself into hyperspace as a fiery wreck, whichever forsaken souls left on her to be doomed to travel the lanes of hyperspace alone and with little hope until either life support ran out, the fires got to them, or the rest of the ship simply fell apart in the stresses of hyperspace and killed them all. A few flickers of flame seemed to live moments longer on various debris from the Corvette that didn't get launched into hyperspace, but then died out.

"Direct hit," the Gunnery Chief reported proudly.

"Helm, slow us down. Shields up. Gunnery, prepare for anti-starfighter defense. Fire missions to protect all friendly forces within range ordered; fire at will on all friendly requests. Starfighter Command, two squadrons on hot ready alert, await Command's orders."

"No escape pods or distress signal, Captain, on enemy Vigil. No life signs, no energy readings. All hands are assumed lost and ship destroyed by fire mission and hyperspace activation."

For a moment, Stakes said nothing as he reflected on the brief fiery remains of the Corvette, then he ordered, "All long range batteries, open fire on that TIE swarm once in range. Starfighter Command, inform all friendly starfighters of long range fire mission support and to adjust accordingly."



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IC: Cain Varss
Hanger: Snap Dragon

While Safety and a yet to be identified officer talked Cain decided to give his ship a good once over.

The rear portion seemed to be okay. Engines and directional thrusters were all intact and no immediate concerns jumped out at him. He moved under the fighter and admired, in a somewhat morbid way, the fresh score marks from the shuttle explosion. He stood under the nose cone finding a fresh score mark that had been the damage that disrupted his sensors. There was shrapnel imbedded into the underside of the nose cone, but he didn’t want to remove it. As it were, he could still read his sensors even though they were a bit fuzzy. If he removed the shrapnel, it could make things worse and then he would have to repair the sensor module as well. It wasn’t worth the risk or the time, and he could still read things just fine on his sensor display, it was just a might fuzzier.

He moved toward the shield generator and saw a score mark on it. A replacement generator would be readily available in most trader ports seeing how venerable the Z-95 was, but he suspected this ship didn’t have the whole generator to replace since they didn’t seem to operate Z-95s. They do run ARC-170s, and I could probably rig something up with one of their generators...no that wouldn’t work. It would draw too much power. It would likely also be too large to fit. The Cain decided it would be best to remove the shield module completely as not to risk the broken system shorting anything out. It would also free up more energy to put into the engines.

He made his way back to the underside near the engines at the rear of the craft to open up the hyperdrive unit. Everything seemed intact...he climbed up into the cockpit and ran a diagnostic on the hyperdrive, but the system didn’t recognize any hyperdrive. He hopped back onto the deck and then looked back at the hyperdrive unit. Hyperdrive motivator must have been fried when the shields collapsed and the shrapnel hit the shield generator. The hyperdrive module had been one from an ARC-170. Cain had reasoned that since the two starfighters were made by the same manufacturer that there would be less compatibility issues, though he had to dial it back to a class 2.0 because of power draw inconsistencies between the two ships. The ARC-170 had a much more robust power generator. This meant he only needed a new hyperdrive motivator that was compatible with an ARC-170’s hyperdrive unit. Surely they had one of those in their spare parts.

Cain wasn’t giddy at the idea of returning to the fight without shields, but he had done it in a TIE fighter for four years. That is unless of course these Jod folk had a better offer and a new fighter for him.

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IC: Jason Lasso
Sub, oceans near Port Haven

Static crackled across the open comm. Lasso hoped this would work....if it didn't, they would have Imperials on top of them in minutes. "Emergency transmission. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. We are on Port Haven. I repeat, on Port Haven. Avoiding Imperial search parties. Imperial forces massed at Port Haven and searching th planet. Emperor's Hand on planet, I repeat, Emperor's Hand on planet. Need extraction. How do you copy over?"

Now the wait began as Jason looked over at Taab as they sat on top of the sub. The sooner they got under water, the better the young Captain would feel. He felt like a sitting duck on top of the water.


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OOG: I would assume only a capital ship would be able to pick up the communications signal, but I may be wrong.

 

OOG: Using this profile so I can continue working on other aspects of the game at the same time.


IC: Strike Force Snake Head
Fishing Village, Port Haven


Peterdon nodded at the tank commander's report, "Copy. I'll relay the message. Continue on mission," Peterdon rapped on the roof of the command vehicle and a junior officer popped his head out from the side door, "Inform Imperial Ground Command at Port Haven that we have two Scout Troopers attached to DLT-6479. We'll bring them back through when this mission is over."

The junior officer nodded and disappeared back into the command vehicle.


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OOG: I have updated the weapon load-out of the Special Warfare Division Trooper (SD Trooper) in the Quick Reference.

I'm taking Timothy Zahn's description of the lack of Imperial patrol in some systems of space in the Outer Rim, shown in Allegiance (novel), for the basis of Cademimu's lack of defense.


IC: Imperial Garrison
Phaeda, sector capital of the Cademimu Sector


The SD Trooper thrust his blades deep into the exposed spots of the Imperial Army Trooper's torso armor just below the armpits, retracting the blades and kicking the dying soldier backwards into a console. The trooper slid off of the console and to the floor, leaving a bloody trail in his wake on the console. The five Naval Reconnaissance Troopers behind him lowered their weapons and went about securing the rest of the command center; Imperial bodies littered the command room, both troopers, officers, and console techs, after a sudden and unexpected firefight.

"Quickly," the SD Trooper said out-loud to his charges as he checked a fallen Imperial general's body for the command cylinders for override the fail-safe systems, "Security teams will be here shortly. Rig the doors, we'll take the long way out."

Several of the NRTs went about their orders now, rigging the door as others finished securing the room (a single blaster bolt signaled the end of a injured Imperial tech's circumstances deeper into the command room), the SD Trooper inserted the command cylinders into the primary console in the middle of the room, which had a ring of displays angled downward to the viewers with keyboards under that. On one of the displays, three ISDs---the Tion'ad Gar Buir, Prestige, Resolute---which just happen to be the entire ISD assets in the whole sector, were waiting just outside the Whendyll System; the sensor system was also showing the sector's whole contignent of EF76 Nebulon-B Escort Frigates---the Tango and Cash---were also in that system. There was a blinking yellow alert symbol under the sensor readings of the ISDs that read them to be on alert status. A hand-written note on a sticky note on the screen read ISDs and EF76's attached to Imperial Intel mission at Port Haven.The SD Trooper weaved through the various controls on the console board and found the communications and sensor network of satellites that gave the garrison base it's eyes in the sector. Several other Imperial vessels were on patrol in the sector according to the satellites network---two Gladiator-class Star Destroyers, five Munifex-class light cruisers, 6 CR70 corvettes, and 15 IPV-1 System Patrol Craft---but they were all generally separated from each other by vast distances in the Sector, except for 3 IPVs and a single Munifex who seem to be investigating a pirate base according to another sticky note on the screen. The 3 ISDs and 2 EF76s seemed to be the core battle assets of the Sector and were all on a priority mission for Imperial Intelligence.

The only other sizable force in the sector was the planetary defenses around Phaeda itself to protect the Sector capital and Moff's palace that, aside from the Imperial Garrison Base (OOG: awesome pic in link) which housed Imperial Army elements on planet, only had 1 Vindicator-class heavy cruiser, 4 Dreadnaught-class heavy cruisers, and 1 Acclamator I-class assault ship for planetary defense; it was assumed that the Acclamator would travel with the ISDs to any "hot zone" in the Sector to deliver it's troops and ground vehicles---why it hadn't deployed with the ISDs earlier was a mystery. If anyone wanted to invade the Cademimu Sector, it was ripe for the taking. It's ISDs could be confined to the Whendyll System in a suprise attack and with any major firepower removed from the system, the rest of the Sector's Imperial Fleet elements could be pushed aside easily. The thought was tempting and one the SD Trooper would act upon, but holding the Sector would be a different story, as all sensor and communication data in the Sector showed that Imperial Fleet reinforcements could be here within forty-eight hours, making holding the Sector short-term and most likely suicidal, since the Empire would most likely send a whole fleet in to dismantle any resistance. However, for the SD Trooper, he wondered where in blazes the local Imperial Sector Group was. Was this area of space of such unimportance that the Empire saw fit to reserve fleet elements to other more important sectors and draw them into Cademimu only when necessary?

Such matters of thoughts quickly cleared from the SD Trooper's mind when the NRT's Senior Chief Petty Officer reported that the door was rigged and ready---and another trooper alerted them to the pending arrival of security troops via security cams in the base.

Shooting through the controls, the SD Trooper effectively terminated all long-range communication and sensor read-outs in the whole sector. Now, only the ISDs had the ability to communicate outside the system with the HoloNet; while the EF76s had long range communications, they weren't strong enough to jump into another system. Now, with the Cademimu Sector effectively cut off from the rest of the galaxy, at least until someone cared enough to check in with the Imperial garrison base (which seemed, by Imperial presence, unlikely), the Jod could act as they needed to.

Before communications went down completely, the SD Trooper sent a distress signal to the ISD elements near Port Haven under the General's cylinder codes for verification: Phaeda was under attack and communications and sensors would soon be under enemy control. The distress signal stressed the need for reinforcements immediately. At least the communications and sensors part of it was true; with the general's override cylinders, only a manual reboot of each individual communication and sensor array in the whole Sector could reestablish the network. With thousands of such satellites in the Sector, the process would be beyond time consuming. With the network down, the ISDs would have to rely on their limited range sensors and communications to organize a plan of attack. With the nearest Imperial reinforcements more then 2 days away---assuming Imperial Center could be alerted to the "invasion"---the ISD commanders would be forced to choose between carrying out a Emperor's Hand orders and risk death if not obeyed or obeying Imperial Standing Orders to defend the Empire from any and all threats. If they defied either, death would be their punishment. Was a little out of the way world known as Port Haven be worth their death if they went to rescue the capital world...would the senseless deaths of thousands if not millions of Imperial citizens be worth following an Emperor's Hands orders?

With the damage done, the SD Trooper retracted the code cylinders, took them with him, and signaled the rest of the NRTs with him. The consoles were rigged with grenades and dismantled in the following explosions to prevent anyone from using them. Then the SD Trooper and NRTs took the same route back they had taken in, out with the garbage. Soon, they were off world, their Sentinel-class Patrol Craft taking them clear of the planet and jumping into Red Space.


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IC: Greg Tellieon
Snap Dragon, Whendyll system outskirts

Greg shook his head as he listened to the onboard medic relayed about two pilots suddenly coming down with food poisoning or some flu bug. The medic had both pilots quarantined just to be on the safe side. That was not good timing he thought with a frown as a Z-95 settled down into the hanger. He noted that he was in for repairs but considering the extensive damage caused him to wonder if he could lend one of their fighters to him.

Greg walked over to the pilot with a frown. "We have two pilots in the medward, and considering the damage on your fighter. You may take one of their fighters," he nodded off to the one fighter sitting in the hangar bay. "It'll be far quicker then waiting on repairs."

kommando104

 

IC: Jensen Visak
Location: Just off of the DD, Whendyll system

"Stand by Vigilant."

Jensen waited for a response to his inquery as he milled around in space just off of the DD. After several minutes with no answer, he decided to take matters into his own hands. reaching towards the throttle, he eased it forward. "Deliquent, I am going to find someplace to land, I need to inspect my fighter after that last skirmish. Dont shoot, im coming in." Most ships would at least tell me no, bug off, or something. Hopefully nothing has gone wrong. Bringing the starfighter around he slowly brought it under the Star Destroyer, and up into the hanger. He didnt see many ships or crew around. This is weird.

Jensen gently set the ship down on one of the landing pads, his ship facing out towards the hanger exit in case he needed to make a quick exit. He looked around the hanger and saw several TIEs in the scaffolding in the roof of the hanger, but saw non of the support staff or pilots running around like most hangers had. It eirly reminded him of the old stories he heard as a kid about the Ghost Ship Karalong. Weird. Maybe there arent as many members of the Mercs as I had suspected. They must be running a skeleton crew.

Deciding to let it go he started to inspect his ship. The black paint had been scorched all over, a reminder of how close he had come to being vaped by his own torpedo. The red piping was still evident on the edges of the s-foils, though still looking worse for wear. Jensen made his way to the oversized engines. Unlike most modern fighters, the engines of the ARC-170 took up a lot more of the ships size. He checked the components as he made his way around. Everything looks okay, I might need to replace some of the wiring to some of these secondary components, but the main parts look good.

Swinging around the back of the ship, he made his way back up the other side when he heard a squeal from Rex. Looking around, he saw two people walk into the hander bay. One of the men was wearing an Imperial uniform, his hand behind his back held in place by stun-cuffs. The other man had a blaster pointed at the others back. "Its not even my birthday and you guys are bringing me gifts? I love it, but the colors really clash with my decor."

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IC: Kilo Typhon
Location: Not far from the DD, Whendyll System

The starlines disappeared and Kilo Typhon’s X-Wing starfighter dropped out of hyperspace and into the darkness of space. Behind him, the X-Wing’s Astromech droid beeped a series of sounds and the translation immediately popped up on Kilo’s Heads-Up-Display. Jump complete. Successful arrival. Imperial Star Destroyer Delicate Delinquent in range for landing.

"Look at the size of that thing," the voice of his original savior said in Kilo's ear.

“A star destroyer?” Kilo groaned. At this of a range, he had no chance for out-maneuvering the large craft in front of him. He expected he had seconds, perhaps a minute, before turbo-laser fire tracked his craft and reduced him to small bits of space-remains.

But it never came.

As he watched, an ARC-170 approached the large ship and the pilot broadcasted on a channel to the larger ship’s bridge. “Delinquent, this is ARC-170 Vigilant, requesting a refuel and a rearm. Maybe even a chance to see one of those fancy new starfighters up close.” Kilo’s jaw dropped. ARC-170s, old starfighters from the Clone Wars era, were almost exclusively used by Rebellion forces around the galaxy nowadays. Could this Vigilant be a Rebel ship? And by extension, was the massive Star Destroyer somehow part of the same Rebellion?

A terse reply from somebody on the bridge came out quickly enough. “Stand by, Vigilant.”

And so, the ARC-170, and by extension Kilo and his own starfighter, waited for a response. Minutes ticked by, dragging one into the other without an answer from the bridge. Movement caught Kilo’s eye, and he looked to see the ARC-170’s engines flaring to life. “Delinquent,” the pilot of the ARC-170 said. “I am going to find someplace to land, I need to inspect my fighter after that last skirmish. Don’t shoot, I’m coming in.”

Kilo watched in astonishment as the ARC-170 glided toward the hangar and settled down on landing gear. Long range scopes allowed Kilo to watch the small dot of the pilot jump out of the cockpit and walk around his ship. Kilo turned to looked at the other craft that dropped out of hyperspace alongside him, the female pilot that originally saved him from dying. Her ship was motionless. “Well,” Kilo said as he watched. He looked over his shoulder at Sev, who was motionless in the droid canopy. “What do you say we join ‘em? Firecracker’s nowhere to be seen. Might as well check things out, no?” Before Sev could reply, Kilo gunned his engines forward. He flipped a switch, and broadcasted on a channel to the Delicate Delinquent’s bridge. “Kilo Typhon to bridge, I’m following that ARC-170 in. Come on down to the hangar to arrest me if needed.” He finished with a grin.

He passed through the hangar’s magnetic shield and allowed Sev to engage the landing gear. As the craft settled to the mostly-abandoned hangar’s floor, he saw the pilot of the ARC-170 turn from his ship to a pair of beings quickly approaching. From what Kilo could tell, even from this distance, only one of the two wore the uniform of an Imperial Officer.

The cockpit canopy lifted and Kilo quickly climbed out. His muscles flexed and stretched, allowing relief to flood through Kilo’s limbs. His orange armor clinked and clanked against itself as he moved, almost making it sound like he was a droid.

Kilo turned back to the scene ahead of him and caught only the end of what the ARC-170 pilot said, “-but the colors really clash with my décor.”

Kilo clapped his hands loud enough for all three to hear him. “Heya fellas. The name’s Kilo. Nice party. Am I invited?”


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IC: Wolf
Delicate Delinquent Whendyll Outskirts

Wolf entered the hangar bay as his prisoner pointed off to the corner where a big giant tank sat. "Of course, where else would you find refueling supplies," he muttered under his breath as he glanced over as someone walked up them from a Z-95 headhunter. "Where are the spare parts kept?" Before the man had a chance to answer,the pilot walked up to them.

"Its not even my birthday and you guys are bringing me gifts? I love it, but the colors really clash with my decor."

Before Wolf had a chance to respond another pilot joined them.

“Heya fellas. The name’s Kilo. Nice party. Am I invited?”

"No wonder Firecracker is starting to get irked out there. I was beginning to wonder if something else besides her home planet being blown up by the Imperials was finally starting to get to her or not, " Wolf commented with a frown. "Did either of you wait for permission to land?"

SWBob, tyratoku

 

IC: Cain Varss
Hanger: Snap Dragon, Whendyll System outskirts

"We have two pilots in the medward, and considering the damage on your fighter. You may take one of their fighters," the tech nodded off to an ARC-170 sitting in the hangar bay. "It'll be far quicker then waiting on repairs."

Considering the flight controls were almost identical to the Z-95, Cain knew he wouldn’t have a problem flying the ship. The two rear cannons could come in use too if he picked up an enemy fighter, even if he would have to rely on automated targeting. He would also have to borrow an astromech.

Still, he was apprehensive about leaving his Z-95. She wasn’t in terrible shape, just no shields and hyperdrive at the moment. Cain stopped to consider the odds, though. If he had been caught in that swarm of TIEs he would have been dead. You can only outmaneuver so many enemies. If another situation like that occurred, he would have a much better chance at survival in the new ship, even if it was only half a minute more.

“Alright, get that ARC-170 prepped. I’m going to gather my personal effects. If I am going to fly that, I will also need to borrow an astromech droid. Also, if you get around to doing repairs on my ship, the hyperdrive motivator is fried. You should be able to replace it with an ARC-170 hyperdrive motivator. The shield generator is fragged and needs some extensive work and the sensors need some work too. Also, spot-welding some durasteel on some of the damaged armored portions of the ship would be helpful.”

Without waiting for a reply Cain clambered up to the cockpit of his Z-95 and pulled out the clone armor torso piece that he had attached his life support gear and lowered it to the deck carefully and his flight helmet followed suit. Cain then grabbed the EE-3 carbine out of the cockpit and slung it over his shoulder as he descended the ladder.

When he got to the bottom he zipped his flight suit back up then put the black torso armor on. He moved toward the cargo compartment and set the EE-3 down for a moment while he gathered his things. Making sure nobody was looking he pulled his 740,000 credits worth of credit chips out of the secret compartment and transferred them to his backpack. He kept the chips in increments of 100,000 credits a piece with a few blank ones to transfer credits onto if he chose to do so. Truth be told, Cain wanted to leave the credits with his Z-95, but thought best to keep them with him in case Snap Dragon suffered the same fate as Dawn Treader.

Cain strapped the Dressellian Projectile Rifle in his cargo compartment to the backpack, and made sure there was nothing else he needed out of the cargo compartment, and then closed it. After shouldering his pack, he picked up his carbine in one hand off the deck and then his helmet in the other and moved over to the ARC-170. He climbed up to the gunner station and placed the backpack and the carbine in the vacant seat, and then tossed his helmet into the empty pilot cockpit and jumped back down to the deck. He knew he would have to wait for the tech to prep the fighter and for Snap Dragon to make the micro-jump before launching, but Cain subscribed to the hurry up and wait philosophy.

With the lull in combat he wasn’t sure when he would be launching anyway, and he wanted to meet Safety in person before he launched as well.

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IC: Kilo Typhon
Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay, Whendyll System

Kilo looked from the ARC-170 pilot to the two newcomers. The Imperial eyed Typhon with something like anger. Probably was.

"No wonder Firecracker is starting to get irked out there. I was beginning to wonder if something else besides her home planet being blown up by the Imperials was finally starting to get to her or not, " One of the newcomers said with a frown. "Did either of you wait for permission to land?"

Kilo lifted his hands to his neck and unclasped the airlock on his armor. There was a hiss of air, and then his helmet came freely. Even though his armor was quite old, it was vacuum-sealed and was able to withstand exposure in space for a short period of time. Hopefully, Kilo reflected, he would not have to experience that feature first-hand.

Kilo held his helmet in his left hand and used his right to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. It was nice to breath in air that was somewhat more fresh than that inside his X-Wing.

"Nope," Kilo told the man. "I saw the big guy over here-" he hooked a thumb at the ARC-170 pilot, "-come on in and I figured I'd join him. I'm not much of a pilot and I didn't really feel like dying while waiting for your bridge to realize the front door is open." he paused and took in a breath. "I apologize," he said after a moment of thinking. "I just didn't know where else to go."

TAG: Falcon SWBob

 

IC:Jensen Visak
Location: Hanger of the DD

Jensen noticed the other pilot land as he walked over to the two newcomers walking into the hanger. The imperial said something to the other man and motioned towards the fuel tanks off to the side of the bay. Jensen couldnt hear what he said but he assumed he was telling him where the refueling station was. Fierfiek, did they capture this destroyer in the battle we were just in? I just assumed it was from one of their previous exploits. No wonder I didnt get a response right away. They are probably still trying to figure out how some of it works.

"No wonder Firecracker is starting to get irked out there. I was beginning to wonder if something else besides her home planet being blown up by the Imperials was finally starting to get to her or not, " Wolf commented with a frown. "Did either of you wait for permission to land?"

Jensen sheepishly looked around. He had assumed they had forgoten about him, and being the impatient man that he was, he decided to make his way into the hanger. "Sorry, that was my fault. My ship took a pretty big hit out there." He decided not to mention that it was his own torpedo that had put him so close to the edge. "I just wanted to make sure that I wasnt leaking anything or had some damage that would cripple me later. I rang the doorbell for a few minutes but there was no answer so I took the initiative."

He jerked a finger in the direction of his ship. "My baby is in need of a good meal and maybe some torpedoes if you can find them. Do you think you might be able to help me out?" He then address the fact of the prisoner amonst them. "You guys must have just liberated the Deliquent right before I came in system if you guys still have prisoners on board. That must have been one hell of a fight."

TAG: Falcon tyratoku Sith-I-5 anyothers

 

OOC: Please read for DD hangar descriptions

IC: Jod Kings Army soldier (Private), Chief Engineer Tim Williams and bridge personnel, Delicate Delinquent’s TIE hangar, and the bridge, respectively
Location: Whendyll System outskirts


Jenson’s ARC-170’s progress into the interdictor’s main hangar had been tracked by a pair of quad-laser emplacements on the hull until he had disappeared below the interdictor, and out of their firing arcs, and then as the Vigilant had ascended up through the ventral aperture into the empty space between the larger Main Hangar (no TIEs visible), and the smaller TIE hangar (again, no TIEs visible), she had been re-acquired by the heavy laser cannon atop the http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/PX-4_Mobile_Command_Base]PX-4[/url] Nen Caervon Mobile Attack Base armoured vehicle, parked on the polished and scarred black deck of the smaller hangar, dwarfed by the slanted bulk of a Theta-class AT-AT barge.

“Bridge, you really should warn me when unfamiliar craft come in.” The Private complained over the comm. “I came within an inch of blowing this frakker away.”

“Has someone come in?”

The soldier felt his heart jump, as he wondered if he had made the mistake that would endanger the ship.
In his sights, the pilot of the other craft had gotten out, and started to inspect his fighter, only looking up when two beings, one Security, and one an Imperial, entered the area.
“Yes sir. One pilot, human. Was inspecting his craft.”

“Oh right, we know who that is. We had him on mute while considering his request to board, so if he told us he was coming in, we didn’t hear him. Oh hold on, be advised, an X-Wing should be coming in to land. Don’t shoot him, either.”

* * * *
’Delinquent bridge

Technician Flavin studied his screens, then turned. “Vigilant and the X-Wing are settled within the Main Hangar, Sirs.”

Ever courteous, the Jod liaison officer looked down at Williams. “I know we were leaning towards inviting them on board, but technically, they are here without permission, and your Squadron Leader has not yet transmitted their bona fides. If this were a Kingdom of Jod vessel, we would be taking them into custody.”

“Which is ironic, considering how you frakkers strode ‘round the Johnny Boy like you owned it,” Williams countered sourly. He leaned back in the command chair, freeing a space around the comlink on the armrest nearest the lieutenant. “However, have at it.”

Bridge Officer Bob put out one hand and selected the public address system. “Security Level Two from Bridge. We have intruders in the main hangar. Probable friendlies, but disarm and confine them to the hangar until we can confirm. Bridge out.”

A bright flare from beyond the bridge windows momentarily lit up the left side of Bob’s face, and Philippa reported from behind them.

“Vigil-class corvette destroyed. Our remaining ships are inbound pending Allegiance’ long-range fire mission.”

* * * *
Delicate Delinquent Main Hangar

Ten beings in dark-blue and gold semi-armoured vacsuits, swept in through the wide entrance behind Wolf and his prisoner, and while the blast doors sealed in their wake, the Jod Go Team split around the clone, covering Jenson and Kilo with their raised E-11 blaster carbines.

“Gentlebeings, welcome aboard the Delicate Delinquent. Until we can confirm your identities and intentions, please hand over your sidearms and remain where we can see you.”

One of the troopers acknowledged Wolf with a nod. “Commander.”

* * * *
’Delinquent bridge

“Chief? We are picking up a transmission from Port Haven. Jason Lasso ring a bell?”

Tim Williams eyes widened, and he jumped out of the chair, probably the first time he had left it willingly since the elf had handed him the conn. “On speaker. Now.”

Flavin pressed the requisite buttons on his console.

“Emergency transmission. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. We are on Port Haven. I repeat, on Port Haven. Avoiding Imperial search parties. Imperial forces massed at Port Haven and searching th planet. Emperor's Hand on planet, I repeat, Emperor's Hand on planet. Need extraction. How do you copy over?”

Tim started grinning like a maniac. “Frak Athosian Pop Idol. That is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.”

“Oh, Chief. You haven’t liv-”

“Shut it.”

“House of Vimal here. We heard the transmission. We’re going in after them. LEEEEEEEEROY JEN-”

Outside the windows, those facing out noted the familiar curtain of red energy appear in front of the Light-class destroyer loudly broadcasting over friendly channels, before it disappeared from sight.

“-kinsssssss”

“Oh frag, they’ve gone in first.” Flavin stated what everyone was thinking.

"Pursuit course. We are going in after them." Bridge Officer Bob ordered, then remembering his place, looked to the Chief for confirmation. "Right?"

“Frag that sith.” Williams dropped back into his chair, chagrined. He wanted to agree with the liaison officer, but he had learned the lesson. “You were not up here when we went toe-to-toe with an Neb-B. You think we jumped out here for our health? Well, actually, yes we did.”

Tag: Wolf, Jensen, Kilo

 

IC: Fress Colias
Whendyll system

Fress glanced around noticing that everyone had made the microjump. She reached up and made the jump herself. As the lines died down she spotted the two new comers boarding the DD. "Shab it," she groaned to herself. She hadn't even had a chance to alert the DD about the two new comers. On the other hand this would be a good time to run a background check on each of them. "Firecracker to DD. There are two new comers that I have yet to run a background check on. One is an ARC-170 and the other is an X-wing, so far they have been a help in the battle. Hold them in custody until IDs and intentions can be confirmed. One is called Nugget but I prefer to call him Greenie. And the other I have no call sign for him yet. They entered the system shortly after my team arrived."

IC: Wolf
Delicate Delinquent

Wolf nodded to the one who referred to him as a commander as Fress's voice came over his comlink.

"Firecracker to DD. There are two new comers that I have yet to run a background check on. One is an ARC-170 and the other is an X-wing, so far they have been a help in the battle. Hold them in custody until IDs and intentions can be confirmed. One is called Nugget but I prefer to call him Greenie. And the other I have no call sign for him yet. They entered the system shortly after my team arrived."

"I believe Captain Sherland has referred to this one as Greenie and Mac referred to him as Nugget, but he I have yet to hear a call sign for him yet," he frowned as he stared at the two. He just remembered he heard Fress say he had to answer to her and asked how well he was good at hand to hand combat. "Out of curiosity, you didn't hit on her out there did you?"

SWBob, Sith-I-5, tyratoku

 

IC: Jensen Visak
Location: Main Hanger of the DD

Ten blue and gold clad troopers entered into the hanger from the same blast doors the prisoner and the other man had come in through. The blast doors closed behind them with a clunk. Jensen imediately had a bad feeling about this as the troopers surrounded him and the newcomer, and then raised their blasters at them. “Gentlebeings, welcome aboard the Delicate Delinquent. Until we can confirm your identities and intentions, please hand over your sidearms and remain where we can see you.” Well this is going just splended. Oh well, its not the first time I've had blasters trained on me.

Jensen stayed still, not wanting to make any sudden moves, as the man the security team called commander adressed them, "I believe Captain Sherland has referred to this one as Greenie and Mac referred to him as Nugget, but he I have yet to hear a call sign for him yet," "Out of curiosity, you didn't hit on her out there did you?" Jensen knew in the back of his mind it probably wasnt the smartest thing to do, but his hand rose to his face and a loud SMACK came from the contact. "How was I supposed to know she was taken. Its not like its painted on her X-wing." Jensen motioned to the security force, "Im going to pull out one of my pistols and lay it on the ground. I have a knife in my boot and another pistol in the cockpit." He slowly set the blaster down on the ground and then, pulled the knife from his boot sheath and then set it next to the pistol. He called out to Rex, "Let them search the ship. Dont worry, I'll be back." He looked back to the gaurds, "So do I get a reciept or something. Also, do you validate parking?"

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IC: Wolf
Whendyll outskirts, Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay

"How was I supposed to know she was taken. Its not like its painted on her X-wing." "Im going to pull out one of my pistols and lay it on the ground. I have a knife in my boot and another pistol in the cockpit." "Let them search the ship. Dont worry, I'll be back." He looked back to the gaurds, "So do I get a reciept or something. Also, do you validate parking?"

"Oh no, you misunderstand," Wolf gave a smirk as he enjoyed tormenting the poor boy for fun. He knew Fress long enough to know she won't go overboard on the punishment, but that doesn't mean she won't attempt playing with his mind a little. "I'm not dating her. I've known her since she and I fought on the front lines of the Clone Wars. She was twelve when I first met her. I do need to know who to look out for when she gives a hand to hand combat lesson with so I can trick someone out of some quick credits. You'll get your weapons back once the background check clears, for now we're going to keep an eye on you here," he nodded to a couple of the JOD officers. "By the way, Greenie. Kasha doesn't give it away to just anyone so keep it in your pants or risk losing the family jewels by blaster point. She's not a woman to mess around with."

SWBob, Sith-I-5, tyratoku

 

IC: Kilo Typhon
Location: Delicate Delinquent Hangar Bay

Kilo watched as ten security officers stormed into the hangar. The split into two smaller group and each team took positions around a different pilot.

"Ah, BlasTech E-11s," Kilo referred to the soldiers' blaster rifles, "A new classic, to be sure."

“Gentlebeings, welcome aboard the Delicate Delinquent." one of the security officers said, "Until we can confirm your identities and intentions, please hand over your sidearms and remain where we can see you.” the same troopers looked to the pair of beings that had been in the hangar when Kilo landed. "Commander," he said to the non-prisoner.

"Commander, eh? Well this is all just one big misunder-," Kilo began.

One of the troopers took a half step forward and raised his rifle to point at Kilo's head rather than his chest.

"Okie dokie then," Kilo said with raised hands. "Taking my weapons off, alright? Don't shoot," he reached back to grab at his DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System. His armor had a magnetic plate installed on its back, allowing Kilo to simply slap a rifle onto his back and let it stay there. It was a convenient feature and was quite valuable. Kilo laid the DC-17m on the ground and sighed. As he did, he noticed that the Commander and the other pilot were arguing with each other. About a girl?

His sidearm was laid on the hangar bay floor next, and then he slid his helmet over to rest next to the weapons. "There ya go. So, I asked these fellas about a party, turns out its in the detention cells! Let's go, boys!"

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OOG: I am collecting everyone, so we can prep for the next stage of this mission. Just finish your current situations and get caught up with the Allegiance. I will assume that all in-character players and desired NPCs will be at the meeting, since for a King II, we're meeting in Conference Room C, which holds up to 60 people. The describtion and link is below:

IC: Captain Timothy Stakes
Bridge, King II-class Battleship Allegiance, Outskirts of Whendyll System


The fire mission from the Allegiance was flawless and soon the TIE swarm was reduced almost by half. What was left threw themselves like crazed men against the Jod counter-attack that soon followed, the Jod fighters with no less then an expert approach, used missiles and other long range ordinance to reduce the TIEs further before, like a swarm themselves, spread out like a globe around the smaller TIE numbers and attacked from all sides. The Allegiance used expert gunner to "bracken" the TIEs into a kill box zone for the Jod starfighter pilots, quickly destroying any TIEs that dare journey out of that kill box. It was a flawless text book approach and one that the Jod pilots had been skilled in all manner in doing from their academy training. Seldom, however, were they ever able to do such a tactic since they were the ones usually outnumbered. What other Merc and Jod fighters were still space borne soon joined the fight. It would soon be over as the Allegiance slowed and continued it's long range support mission against the TIEs.

"Captain," the communications officer said, "I have data-burst, its from the House of Royal Intelligence. Its urgent."

"To my chair, Lieutenant," Stakes replied.

When the information came upon Stakes' command chair viewer on the armrest, Stakes nodded firmly, then erased the message from the ship's recent comm log and from the ship computer, as was standard protocol. Except, a course, for the black box, which recorded everything, but could only be unlocked by the House of Royal Intelligence and only they knew where it was at furthermore in any given ship.

"Captain, priority message from various allied commands," communications said with urgency.

"On speaker," Stakes said.

The comms officer nodded and hit a switch.

“Emergency transmission. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. Jason Lasso to any friendly forces. We are on Port Haven. I repeat, on Port Haven. Avoiding Imperial search parties. Imperial forces massed at Port Haven and searching th planet. Emperor's Hand on planet, I repeat, Emperor's Hand on planet. Need extraction. How do you copy over?”

“House of Vimal here. We heard the transmission. We’re going in after them. LEEEEEEEEROY JEN-”

Outside the windows, those facing out noted the familiar curtain of red energy appear in front of the Light-class destroyer loudly broadcasting over friendly channels, before it disappeared from sight.

“-kinsssssss”

"Communications, my chair, NOW!" Stakes all about snapped.

The comms officer nodding, shakily making the switch over of primary comms to Stakes' chair, then gave a thumbs up.

"All Jod and friendly forces, you are to halt your progression immediately! As the ranking officer here, I am assuming full authority of this mission; authorization code Delta-Delta-Tango-One. You will find a Royal Order attached to that authorization code from the Royal House less then two hours ago All Jod vessels, you are bound by oath to obey," Stakes all but snapped out. For a Jod Military Force naval vessel such as the House of Vimal---with such a military record of excellence---to do such a thing was unthinkable in the standard chain of command in the JMF; Stakes calmed himself, "All forces, you are to withdraw upon the Allegiance. Data information is being sent to your nav computers now. Friendly forces---I'm assuming the Mercs---you may follow or risk your own lives."

With the communications ended, Stakes looked over to comm, "Communications, trace that communication from Jason Lasso. I want a direct line immediately. We may only have one shot at this."

"Yes, Captain," the comms officer said, then after a moment said, "Link established. You'll have to make it quick."

Stakes nodded, "Captain Jason Lasso, this is Captain Timothy Stakes of the Allegiance, King II-class Battleship for the Kingdom of Jod. How do you copy?"

There was a long moment of pause...too long. Then a static filled the comms and---

"This is Jason Lasso! Where you guys been? We are ready to blaze trails out of here!"

Stakes closed his eyes for a moment in regret. But if the message he had just received from the House of Royal Intelligence regarding three ImpStar I's just outside of the system on alert status, then Stakes had to do what he had to do. If they advanced, leaving the Eleventh Hour as a rear guard, then the 3 ImpStars would would sweep through the Light and pin the Jod and Mercs between them, an Imperial blockade, and Port Haven. It would be the perfect trap and there would be no escape. Stakes opened his eyes.

"We're not, Captain. I'm sorry. Your on your own. Like Fiery Stars. Allegiance clear."

Stakes signaled to comms and the comms were cut.

He knew what was about to happen.

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Bridge, Planetary Rotational Position 1, Whendyll System


Stakes wiped the sweet from his brow with a handkerchief as the blast windows closed over the bridge, the near-by giant rock of a planet and the system star or "sun" in the distance disappearing from view; but Stakes never forgot about how fiery flames licked around the rock giant's surface, "Status?" He asked.

The Damage Control Officer responded, "Particle shields and hull holding. As long as we stay in the shadow of the rock giant, we'll be okay. Most of that planet is taking the heat of the sun."


"The radiation emissions from the sun will scramble any passive sensor scan," the sensors officer said, "Someone would have to know where we're at and be looking for us to find us on any active sensor scan---and even that would be fuzzy at best. And any scout starfighter brave enough to come this close to the sun without a capital ship...is worth their wings. They wouldn't survive too long."

Stakes nodded, "And the Jod commands and Mercs?"

"Conference Room C, port command tower. A double sentry guard is at the doors upon request," Hilton responded.

"Good," Stakes said to Hilton as he turned around from the command deck railing and walked with the Commander to the rear of the bridge, "Lieutenant Commander Volkov and General Perez have that report ready on the mass driver cannons. And they tell me the recommendation should be forwarded onto Actulize Station. I do believe if you added your endorsement to the report, it would go a long way in convincing the Brass of this modification of the Mass Driver Cannons."

"Yes, Captain. I'll review their report immediately and transmit it with all due haste."

"Good, Commander. The bridge is yours," with that, Stakes went to leave the bridge. Right outside of the bridge doors was---

"Hello, Captain," Chief of Security Cingolani said with a grin, his hands in his pockets.

"Hello Security Chief Cingolani. How may I help you?" Stakes kept on walking, two Naval Guards falling in behind Stakes and Cingolani.

"Well, Captain, as head of security, my job is the security of this ship. And of you."

"Go on," Stakes said as they all crowded onto a turbolift.

The doors closed, "Well, Captain, I have to be frank, I have never met a more hot-headed group. It looks like they want to kill you! What did you do?"

"Saved their lives," Stakes said.

"Well, everyone wants to die of something. Some sooner the others I guess," Cingolani replied.

The turbolift stopped and a few techs got on the lift and then, once the doors closed, the turbolift continued, "Yea," Stakes replied, "Tell me about it."

"So back to the reason why I'm here---"

"---And why you have two Naval Guards with us," Stakes piped in.

Cingolani blushed, "Yes, that. Well, Captain, there's this officer with the Mercs. A Captain Fress Colias, sir. It took three of my men to hold her down. She was so mad that she cursed every word in the Good Bible and said that you were a dead man. Then she added she was going to kill Lasso for getting into this mess in the first place."

"Anyone else?"

"Some old engineer held up a blaster rifle that he calls Sandy and says he'll kill the captain of the ship. He hit one of my men with the butt of his blas---err Sandy!"

Stakes smirked, "Anyone else?"

"I have a list about a King-class long of people that my men had to write up on charges. When do you want it?"

Stakes smirked, "Sounds like you just met the Mercs. And I appreciate your concern."

"But....?"

"But if I walk into that meeting with you and two armed guards, then I'll be loosing any trust I have with them."

The turbolift stopped and the doors opened, "Captain, trust? They wanted to kill you!"

"Well, better to get shot in the face, then in the back," Stakes said, walking out. The Security Chief yelled after him as Stakes walked towards the conference room.

"Well, my men and I will be right around the corner if you need us!" he said, holding up a portable comlink and waving it, "Ya know, just call it in!"

Stakes waved his hand over his head as he continued to walk away, "Thanks, Chief!" Stakes walked up to the Conference Room door and had to force a smile when he saw the Shepard standing there, in front and off to the side of the conference room entrance and two sentries. Stakes stopped, "Yes, Shepard?"

"Good evening, Captain," the Shepard said.

"Evening is irrelevant in space, Shepard," Stakes replied, "It's always dark."

The Shepard smiled, "The soul can always be dark or light. That is not irrelevant."

Stakes smiled, "Yes, Holy Man. A course. The struggle between good and bad."

"And what do you fight for, Captain?" The Shepard asked, his eyes piecing into Stakes, "You fought for King Alex 'The Just' with passion and convection. But now, the King is dead."

Stakes' face hardened at the mention of the King's death, "I fight for the Royal Family."

"The Royal Family, without an heir, will truly stop functioning at some point. And another Royal Family will take it's place. So is your loyalty to a family or to those who hold the title of authority? So, I ask again, what do you fight for?"

"Our conversation is done here, Shepard," Stakes said, turning away and taking steps towards the conference room.

"You fought for love, Captain," the Shepard said to Stakes' retreating back, "But now she is gone. So, who do you fight for?"

Stakes kept on walking and ignored the Holy Man. In the brief moment it took for the two Naval Guards to snap to attention and the doors open, Stakes had regained his officer look and all emotion from his face was gone.

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Conference Room C


The doors closed behind him and Stakes walked into a lively room of conversation of Mercs and Jod alike. All of the Jod ship commands were here---and their seconds or most trusted senior officers---and the Mercs had come with a variety of commanders, pilots, and crew members. The chatter in the room died down, however, when the doors closed and the first few glances went his way from those there. Stakes held up a hand to forestall any protest or comment. He made his way to the front of the room and turned around to face them all.

"I am Captain Timothy Stakes; some of you know me, some of you don't. I was the Captain of the King I-class Battleship Sword of Justice. Now I am, at least temporarily, commanding the new King II-class Battleship Allegiance, the ship that you are now on. I understand that my orders were...not well liked. But I have creditable evidence from our Intelligence division that the Empire has three Star Destroyers waiting just outside of sensor range on alert status. If we---if I allowed you to---go towards Port Haven, then we would have been all doomed. The Empire would block us up against their blockade and Port Haven. Our escape route would be cut off, our hyperspace capabilities would be made ineffective due to Port Haven's gravity well, and we wouldn't have the firepower or manpower to fight a battle on both fronts. I could not broadcast such knowledge over open communications, that the Empire could listen to. However, I did give your Captain Lasso hope: I said, look for the Fiery Stars, over his secured comm link that I don't think the Empire could listen to. I hope he takes the hint and knows we are coming for him and his people. But, for now, I had to let the Empire have this victory. But we will win the battle. We just have to hope that Lasso and his people will survive the night.

"Before I continue with my plan to dismantle the Imperial forces, I leave the floor open to you. What do you have to say before I give you a battle plan?'


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IC: Jensen Visak
Location: Hanger of the DD

"Oh no, you misunderstand,""I'm not dating her. I've known her since she and I fought on the front lines of the Clone Wars. She was twelve when I first met her. I do need to know who to look out for when she gives a hand to hand combat lesson with so I can trick someone out of some quick credits. You'll get your weapons back once the background check clears, for now we're going to keep an eye on you here,""By the way, Greenie. Kasha doesn't give it away to just anyone so keep it in your pants or risk losing the family jewels by blaster point. She's not a woman to mess around with"

Jensen mulled over what the man said to him. Wow, you dont see many people still fighting who had been on the front lines of the Clone Wars. She must really be a firecracker if she is still going strong as she is. "I'll have to keep that in mind. So you guys fought in the clone wars? Where were you stationed? My father was a fighter pilot in the civilian corps. He never really saw much combat, except for the occasional skirmish or two. Actually," he gestured to his fighter, "my fighter is the one he used back then. Its been modified since then but it served him and myself pretty well."

Thinking of his father again, Jensen felt the creep of depression enter him again and he mentally shook it off. No, Dont let it get to you. You decided to join this group to get away from thoughts like these. I need to remember the good times. Like all the stories he used to have of the good ol' days. "That reminds me of this story my father always used to tell. So my father and one of his squadmates were on patrol on this backwater world. They are making the rounds through the system, right near the astroid belt, and all of a sudden he hears of the comms his partner scream out -Droid control ship! I dont know where it came from its not on my sensors!- So they turn towards the belt and they couldnt see anything but his wingman swears up and down that he saw it. He says it must be in or behind the belt. So they scramble the defense screens, they start preping the ship for battle and everything. After about two hours of searching, they return to the ship, and he gets a reaming of a lifetime by the captain. And I mean one of those gonna need a cusion to sit down reamings. It turns out that one of the other squadmates decided to have a little fun with his partner, and painted, in what my father admits is a beautiful depiction, a droid control ship in the very side corner of of the cockpit canopy, just far enough behind him that he would only see it if he turned in just the right angle. So he saw it, and then turned the ship and never looked at that spot again till he got back." Jensen chuckled as he remembered how his father would laugh as he told the story. Thats the way I need to remember him as. "Needless to say he always did a full inspection of his ship from that point on, always paying close attention to the canopy."

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IC: Wolf
Whendyll outskirts system, Delicate Delinquent

"I was stationed with Master Plo's group in the Bith system, my paths crossed with Skywalkers and Kenobi's group quite a few times," Wolf answered as he listened to the prank being pulled. He chuckled thinking of one person who would attempt to pull something off like that. "Kasha will pull off pranks like that. Best to sleep with one eye open or you may end up with different colored hair by morning. General Skywalker ended up with blue and pink swirls one morning."

Wolf looked at the prisoner who he had dragged out but so far he wasn't putting up a fuss which is a good thing. He seemed very reflectively quiet. His comlink went off causing him to frown. "Go ahead."

"Wolf, it's Firecracker. Get the full names of the two pilots and call signs so I can submit their ids to the Chief."

"On it and congrats on the promotion, Captain," Wolf said with a smile.

"Why am I last one to know these things," Fress questioned. "Thanks Wolf, we'll catch up soon."

"You knew it couldn't stay Lieutenant forever now did you? It changed as soon as you stepped in as Squadron Leader," Wolf reminded her with a half smile. "Quit pretending to be in denial, you're smarter then that."

"I know. Just keeping in denial just a tad bit longer, didn't think I would find myself in the Squadron Leader position again."

"We'll catch up later, Kasha. Just hang in there," Wolf added in with a frown. "My condolences on the loss of Alderaan."

"Thanks Wolf. We'll make time to catch up. There is something else I need to talk with you about but I prefer face to face."

"I was beginning to wonder," Wolf commented with a frown. Something else was going on. "Give me a minute and I'll get you those names," he looked towards the two pilots with a frown. "What are your full names and call signs?"

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