SWRPF Archive WOTG II: Clash of the Titans (A RPF Role Play)

Grand Admiral Jello closed the transmission and ImperialJedi stood there a while deep in thought. She then motioned for her lieutenant, "Set a course to Yaga Minor. I'll be in my quarters if anything should happen." Captain ImperialJedi then left the bridge.

 

((Bit of confusion, IJ has an ISD Agonizer aswell as I do. Well, since she's had hers longer than I've had mine, I'll rename it Executioner.))

 

OOC: Anyone have any problem with me cutting my hyperspace by a day IRL so I can get a post off of something besides me walking around my deck? won't intefere with time, make me stronger in anywayor affect anyone else's game play. Just solves my boredom.


IC:

The Morian Raider 'fleet' emerged from hyperspace at the entrance to the asteroid belt. The Pride of Lorien sent a tight beam transmission to one of the communication satalites announcing their arrival. Moria Base sent back approval and the ships began the hour long trip through the belt.

One hour later

The fleet arrived through the belt and the three large ships docked at the spider arms while the marauder corvettes landed in the hangar. All 4 of them were to get a new paint job making them look more like birds of prey than starships.

Kieran went on an inspection tour of the base and approved the new security systems.

((OOC: ok......... I suddenly feel really depressed. Will post more Tuesday.))

 

Link arrived back at his village and spoke with the chieftain Too Taun. The meeting was long and drawn out, the leaders of the local army debating on just what to do. It was finally agreed upon that Link would lead the Tomikian Warriors, all 5,000 of them, to meet the armies of the Dark One who now dwelt in the cave.

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The army of Tomikians gathered quickly, just as they had been trained to do. It was midnight, and the gongs on top of the village's fortress rang through the dark, beconing the warriors to assemble.

"My fellow Tomikians!" Link shouted before the mob. "I am no great leader, I was simply chosen by our cheif to guide you to the threat! You know what to do! We have faced worse in the past. We defeated Maw'ashi, obliterated the Quizikians, now it is time for us to vanquish the Talfo!" With that, Link unsheathed his sword and took out his shield and started his troops on the trek into the dark jungle.

 

Link, what are you doing? Is this Star Wars related at all?

 

IC: Commander Yomin Carr looked ahead at his fleet. His eyes narrowed. The infidels were only a minute overdue, but the war coordinator had predicted the exact time. It was never wrong. His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. The mines. He stormed over to the villip officer. "Officer, what is the status of our mines on the system's edge?" He already knew the answer, but he needed to confirm his suspicions. "Sir, we've lost contact with most of them." His eyes narrowed into points. He was correct. The infidels were merely destroying the mines, not interested in engaging his forces. His mouth turned up in the corners. Smiling cruelly, he said to the villip officer, "Get me contact with the commanders of the assault cruisers." Without replying the villip officer stroked 12 villips, forming them into the faces of the commanders. "We have a problem," said Yomin Carr. "It appears the infidels are not interested in conflict at the moment, but with destroying our system-edge defenses. But, we prepared for a fight, and we shall have one." He glanced down at the infidel attack force data, and said, "There are 5 major infidel ships on the edge of the system, in addition to fighter complements. Forward group, redirect dovin basils used for thrust to grasp enemy cruisers. If possible, divert energy to pull them towards us. Don't worry about the fighters. If they don't want to be torn apart by the coralskippers, the fighters will follow them. Commence with your orders commanders, and the gods will reward you." As the villips inverted, Yomin Carr said aloud, "They're "hit and run" is about to lose the "run."

 

OOC:I think Link and his army are going to battle budaki.

 

IC as Arnym Sykes:

Fleet Carrier Hawker. High orbit over Coruscant.

Arnym Sykes and the rest of the Executioners stood at attention in the hangar bay of the Fleet Carrier Hawker. Before them, twelve large plastisteel crates were arranged, four abroad three deep.

Arnym smiled. Twelve TIE Defenders, set aside for his squadron. This was getting big.

Although he had never flown in a Defender, Arnym had heard the stories of the few who had. Fast, powerful, maneuverable...the list went on.

The captain of the Hawker walked over to Arnym with a datapad. "Well, here they are, Flight Lieutenant. Just need the old signature," he said to Arnym, handing him an electro-pen.

Taking the pen, Arnym nodded and signed the datapad's screen. "Thank you captain."

The captain nodded, and walked to the other side of the hangar, yelling at a couple technicians who were trying in vain to disassemble a TIE Fighter.

Arnym waked up to the first crate, and activated an access code using a key pad on the front side. Stepping away, all four sides of the crate fell away. The TIE Defender was awesome before him, and where the black of the solar panels usually was, there was a grayish-green color painted.

"What are those?" asked one of his pilots, pointing to the metal support structure holding the Defender off of the ground.

"Support structure, keeps it from touching the ground," Arnym answered. He waved to the control booth. Both men nodded, and activated the gantry system above. The ganty flipped two clamps on the Defender's structure, and it came apart, meanwhile grabbing the Defender and securing it on the gantry.

The process was repeated until all twelve fighters were secure on the gantry, and the technicians and ASP droids were clearing away the debris.

"Hopefully, flying back to the surface will be just like in a regular TIE," Arnym said smiling.

None of his pilots were smiling, probably to horrified at the fact of the reprimands for scratching up one of the new fighters.

OOC: Mainly, my posts have been to establish my character in the RP. There isn't as much point to them as all of yours, but I need to set up for my future orders.

 

Oh, Good Luck Link Boy!

 

((Its official! Link is budaki's sock. He admitted it...and btw, this isn't a Zelda/SW crossover. ))

 

OOC: You guys are saying that times speed up when leading up to the battles and time slows down during the battles. Why don't we just use that to our advantage? ImperialJedi posted about this in the GE thread. We should just allow time to slow down during battles and speed up when we're trying to lead up to those battles. It's a pretty simple concept.

For rules on time, i vote for this one.

 

"Comms, call in the rest of the Fourth fleet from Kashyyyk. I have been seeing alot of personel dispatches going out, and I want to be able to move if we have to as soon as we are done here." bterrik ordered.


((Sorry, that was kinda pointless, except to speed things up after here. I am getting really bored.))

 

Finally returning from an extended vacation, that was delayed by several things, most specifically the Battle at Vortex; StormtrooperVF101 walked into his quarters in Alpha Troop's base. His holocomp was blinking showing new messages. He placed his stuff down on the bed, only maginally more comfortable than standard issuse cots. He pulled the chair out from under the desk and sat down. He switched the holo comp monitor on, and began to skim the message, deleting useless ones, the last one had arrived about three days ago, from Mitth. The message read:

Alpha Troop is to be transferd from Courscant to Vindicator Squadron.

StormtrooperVF101 looked at the clock it was 0142(1:42 AM). He quickly left his quarters and sounded woke up the bugler(guy who wakes everyone up in the morning) and told him to play something to get the men up and on the parade ground, in twenty minutes. StormtrooperVF101 left and the bugler began to play. He got back to his quarters and began to pack everything. By the time he had finished packing twenty minutes had been up. Before he left his quarters StormtrooperVF101 pulled out his remote and pressed the activate button on it, he saw the lights of Grey Venger, his personal Imperial Landing Craft, specially designed to hold his AT-PT and his modified TIE/I(S) turn on. He walked out of his quarters and onto the Parade ground. He turned to his Captains and asked, "All platoons ready?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Have them form up infront of their respective Landing Craft, we've been transferred to Vindicator Squadron." The Captains turned around and gave orders to the Lieutenants and the stormtroopers began to march to their Transports, StormtrooperVF101 then addressed the men, "Men we've been transferred to the Vindicator squadron, that means some of us may meet Grand Admiral Jello in person. I need ten men from each platoon to help me load our cargo transports, and five of you will accompany me aboard The Grey Venger, the rest of you will board your transports and wait until the order is given to take off. Once in orbit we will jump into hyperspace and rendezvou with Vindicator Squadron there."

About a half an hour later the Cargo transport was finished being loaded. All of the men except for five returned to their ILC. The ones that didn't leave accompainted StormtrooperVF101 to his ILC(Imperial LAnding Craft, or Sentinal Land Craft). The order to take off was given and all of the ILCs took off and shot towards space. Once in orbit StormtrooperVF101 sent a holomessage to GAJ saying, "Grand Admiral Jello, by the orders of Commander Mitthrawnuruodo we have been reassigned to Vindicator squadron, We are currently in Orbit of Courscant and are about to jump to hyperspace. By the time you receive this we should be already in hyperspace."

StormtrooperVF101 Sent the message and the ordered everyone to jump into hyperspace with cordinates for Yaga Minor.

 

OOC: RPers, I think we should be able to speed up time during peacetime and then lengthen things during battle. For example, right now I'm enroute to Corellia and there's really no point for me having to wait 4 days to get there. On the other hand, a 6 hour battle can drag out to a week long b/c more time is spent in battle. I have obtained President FID's permission and so I will post right now.

IC: Beach on Corellia
General Hortan Monroe sighed as he lay on a beach towel, allowing the sun to beat into his tanned body, clad in only a swimsuit. The sound of the surf combined with that of laughter in the background to produce an almost ethereal paradise. And another noise, which quickly registered in Hortan's brain as the voice of an old friend, failed to shatter that feeling.

"Getting soft in your old age, huh?"

Hortan let a smile grow on his face, since the truth was he was almost the same age as the voice. He looked up and saw standing before him High Gen. Ken, dressed in a similar fashion.

Ken eyed him and returned the smile. "I thought you'd get fat from the vacation, Hortan."

"Nah, though I would have said the same thing to you from your time as an Imperial captive." He stood up. "So how long did they torture you anyway."

Ken half-smiled. "They didn't torture me. The Imperials are just as receptive as we are. Well, maybe less - our prison cells and food are a lot better than theirs."

Hortan gave a wan smile, and the two generals chatted for a little longer. Finally, Hortan turned. "What brings you here, anyway?"

"First of all, you stole my ship." Ken gave him a harsh glare that quickly subsided. "Second of all, we need to start moving against the Vong. Have you done research?"

Hortan nodded.

"Good, so have I. We should leave as soon as we're ready - though I wish I could have stayed here longer. This is a really nice place. I did enjoy the Galaxy, though."

"Alright."

An hour later, the Antiga blasted away from Corellia and jumped to lightspeed, headed for Ziost.

OOC: I plan to get to Ziost in 2 regular days our time.

 

Moria Base

Kieran completed his tour of the new installments on Moria Base. Now the base could realistically stand ground against a fair size fleet of warships. This meant he could now leave on bolder strikes without having to worry about being within distance to run back and save the base from any attacks.

Now he could make a choice. To join with the Rebellion, or to stay pirate.

Recently the Holo net had been buzzing about those Yuzzie Vong, no one knew when they would strike again. Kieran was sympathetic to the Galactic Alliance's fight against the Vong, but he also profited from it since the Imperials could not focus attenion on finding him.

Kieran walked down the halls contemplating his options.

Down the hallway in the communication center.

Duurin Ba'sh quickly fidled with the comm unit, trying to patch in a signal to the CSA.

"Corperate Sector Fleet, This is one of the Morian Raiders, my name is Duurin Ba'sh, I am sending the coordinates of Moria base to you. Come quick!" Duurin hit a button, sending the coordinates.

Kieran slipped silently into the room and tapped Duurin on the shoulder, Duurin gacked and spun, his back to the comm unit.

With a quick draw of his blaster Kieran stunned the human and threw the body to the floor with discust. He looked at the Comm board to check what had gotten through. The message was on a secure channel straight for CSA headquarters.

Kieran darted up to the Operations Center shouting for Lt Cmdr Pala. "Pala, we have trouble. Are all the defenses opperational?"

Pala nodded her head. "Yes sir, all defenses are online."

Kierna nodded. "Good, have all ships prepped, who knows how soon the CSA could respond to this attack."

 

OOC: This is my first and last post in COTT before I leave for school. I'll be back next holidays.

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IC: RaM stared out of the bridge of The Atlantean Sword he watched as his two surviving Gunships and Lancer Frigate pulled away from the 10th fleet.

"Sir, a message from Admiral Cast" Brigs told him. Although most of the crew had left after RaM had decided to leave the Rebellion, Brigs had chosen to remain with his commander.

"Thankyou" RaM replied as he switched on the cutomized HoloScreen infront of him.

"Greetings Admiral" RaM said to the man on the screen. Admiral Cast nodded at him.

"Are you sure I can't convince you to remain?" Cast asked.

"I will return from the Unknown Regions when the time is right" RaM answered.

"How about a promotion and more ships?" Cast pursued. RaM shook his head.

"I wish to see all that my 'sister' has seen, she will only wait for me for so long" RaM replied.

"Then you must hurry, I bid you good luck in the Unknown Regions and farewell" Cast said as he disappeared.

"Let's go" RaM told Brigs. The Sword and her escorts shot into hyperspace.


A day later The Sword and her escort exited hyperspace at Nirauan.

"Welcome bro" RaM heard over the com. Keahi had been waiting for him with her fleet, RaM would be her second in command.

"Wouldn't miss it" RaM replied. The Sword swooped in and came to a halt next to The Raven's Claw, the other ships joined the smaller ships.

"Then let's go" Keahi told him. The mercenary fleet began to move towards the Unknown Regions in a triangle with The Raven's Claw leading them. Next to her was The Atlantean Sword. They crossed the boundary and left the star charts completly.

 

((Finally something good that involves me))

IC: Veng C'mano was sitting in his desk when a Lieutenant rushed into his office.

"Sir! A transmission has come in from the far side of the galaxy... it says its from a Pirate that attacked us a while back!" The lieutenant gasped. The comm room was far away form his office.

"What? The ones that took our torp and plasma grenade supply?"

"The same. But it is too far to send a task force in due time." The lieutenant showed Veng the galactic map. A point on the map lit up. It was next to Sullust, a point the CSA had been supplying for years. How could they have missed the base? Then he saw that it was the asteroid field they had to avoid because of its dense sector.

There?! Veng thought. "Hmm... show all fleets, let size of stars equal size of fleets." Planets from Pzob to... Thyferra lit up to a reasonable size.. "There! Thats just about the right size. Send a message to the Thyferra fleet. Two Vics and four corvettes is appropiate. It'll take them about five days though...((about one days here)) fast enough. Send them a message to that location.

"What about Vice Admiral Tyers?" The lieutenant said. He was right, tyers would be mad if he wasn't informed... he was stil working on Operation Dud Bolt. ah well, we could use it for a new pirate group.

"It is not nescisary that he is informed." Veng said. It would be interesting to see what will happen. Such a dense asteroid field.

OOC: I may need to make a new person to lead the Task force against Moria Base.

 

OOC: Ok i got 4 story lines in one post so i'll try to seperate. By the way are both places i attacked doing the same thing? or is it just one?

IC:
Wayland
"Sir we've developed a problem." "What is it officer?" "The forward attack group in system has redirected dovin Basils to lach on to us. We can't go to hypersapce till we get out of their range." "WHAT? How do those dovin basils recah across entire systems with that much strength? Damnit we'er gonna have to fight. Warn all commanders and call back the fighters. I want us to flee as far as possiable from the system those things will HAVE to weaken When we gat far enoigh away and they can't move & keep up this power. Shunt Everything into engiens and sheilds. We NEED to get outta here NOW!"

((Tag:YominCarr))

Ithor:
"Ok folks lets get outta here i've just got new orders so flee back to Yavin." "Sir The In-System crusiers have stopped moving." "Why?" "The ones in the front are using their dovin basils to prevent us from going to hyperspace." "Heh. Their good i'll give em that. Ok use Plan Astrhide. They cant grappel us if they can't get though the asteriods right? So we're gonna get behind asteroids and microjump outta here. At that didstance they won't have enough power to stop us." "Yes sir recalling fighters and enacting orders.

((Tag:YominCarr))

Yavin:
Nechayev Packed his personal gear for the trip to Sidox.

"I'll need to travel light and keeping up this facaqe is becoming difficult. Sometimes during my sleep i'll lose a little bit of contol and my skin will change or a blade will peek out, no matter i'll soon show myeself and get revitalised. I'll need to be to fight Budkai. I was going dispite the fact that almost every other jedi had been against a padawan going. But my master is going and so am I. To my doom maybe but i'm going none the less."

He packed some overly Large Frag Grenades and a very large handle. He also packed his lightsabe and sword and something else odd, a polish, not like the one you use for metal, but one you use for bone. He also packed his Breastplate and sheild made of force power. "This will suprise budkai i think, heh kinda like those YV amphistaffs."
He then borded the transport with the rest of the jedi and went to his cabin. "It's almost time."

Squad Alpha:
"Sir reverting from hyperspace." " Good, place us under command of the commader here and get organised."

 

yeah WK, that's what i just said 3 posts above yours

actually ImperialJedi said it but you know what i mean

 

Vice Admiral Sage's fleet dropped out of hyperspace 0.005 lightyears from the Dantooine System

Sensors: Ma'am, we're detecting several spatial anonamlies nearby.

Sage: Do you know where they are?

Sensors: Most of them, ma'am, yes.

Sage: Ok. All ships, engage your cloaking device.

Moments later the six Star Destroyers vanished and there was only the starry backdrop of space

Sage: Helm, navigate us through those anonamlies with great care.
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OOC: In an hour or so IRL, the fleet will arrive at Dantooine.

 

Vice Admiral Sage's six Star Destroyers had weaved thier way through the spatial anomalies, taking very minor damage to the ones they collided with

Sage: All ships, hyperspace in 3, 2, 1, Mark!

A few seconds later the fleet dropped out of hyperspace with thier cloaking shields still up
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OOC: YVMF Commander, please post the exact stats at Dantooine. I need to know the amounts and classes of ships.
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When the First Imperial Battle Fleet cloaked, Queen of Blades cloaked as well and made it's way out of the system and jumped to the new location of Research Base To-Phalion with IMP-22 aboard

 

Phase I was completed. Alphy was pleased that he managed to juggle everything. He fired up the holocomm, with a message to Ben Skywalker. "Sir, Phase I is complete. You may come by Kuat to pick them up." the droid said.

 

Commander Hor contacted General Vil, to update him on the battle.
"Sir, they are resisting well. We just lost the Horde to sustained fire, our holding action is failing. All shapers have been evacuated, with their research intact."
The horrific visage of the General was matched all too well on the villip, as his eyes lit, focusing on Hor.
"Good. You may withdraw your forces, Myrkr is no longer of any consequence."
Commander Hor frowned, confused by the command. "Sir, what about our warriors still on the ground."
"If Yun-Yuuzhan favors them, they will be granted glorious death in battle. Do as you are ordered." With that, Fhuver inverted his villip.
Commander Hor sighed, and relayed the orders to the warriors on the surface of Myrkr.

Placing his cognition hood back on, he began to pull his ships back to the edge of the system, his shots of plasma lancing out with deadly accuracy as the flotilla finally withdrew.
Thinking aloud to the enemy ships, he uttered a sharp snarl. You win this round, but the war is only began. I preserve this ships so they may fight one day again. Hope i meet you again, so I can make you pay.

"Prepare our ships, mass on the other side of the main planet. We will monitor the progress of the warriors on the ground. Continue actions to avoid that fleet if they advance, and keep us at least 2 planetary distances away from them."

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General Vil monitored transmissions from both Wayland and Myrkr.
Not quite as he planned, but good nevertheless.
Turning back to the villip choir, he monitored for transmissions from his masters, Warleader Yun and Warmaster Tewl.

 

OOC: Those time rules seem to work well, but the people involved in the RP should try to be on the same schedule. Say, if there's a battle going on, the first person to "begin" the battle makes a special note.