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(6/20/07 9:31 am) Reply
Mykyr
The lone corvette with its scanners opened suddenly picked up the arrival of pollards ships. No sooner had the message been relayed when Kanes motley fleet dropped out of hyperspace.
Kane opened INFERNO's comms. This is Kane advance as planned, the rest of you prime long range weapons and fire on the fleet menacing Renze. If any Imperial vessel even attempts to fire upon us or move within a range which they can unleash a mass compliment of weapons then we microjump. We do not have the firepower for a protracted battle against such a large fleet, hit and run, let's wear these bastards down!"
A mass of long range missiles fired from the remaining eleven ships. The lone Keldabe launched its twin mass driver cannon at the Pride of Coruscant. The ship would not escape undamaged. The mass driver projectiles would hit long before the missiles arrived and carried more destructive power.
Finally INFERNO fired six atomic missiles, the proximity warheads would explode close to target, sending massive shockwaves through the area.
" Renze this is Kane, there are incoming atomics, prepare to micro jump, the incoming barrage should knock out the tractor beam, you don't wanna be there when the fireworks start, over.
Get ready to jump Mr Markum, signal the rest of the fleet"
Markum complied, they all watched as ten battered old ships powered to full speed moved on toward the mass of Imperial ships. What was to follow even the Empire wouldn't expect.
Edited by: Kane E Smart at: 6/20/07 10:14 am
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(6/20/07 10:30 am) Reply
Re: Mykyr
The jungles of Mykyr were an unforgiving place. Even to experienced rangers and survivalists, the forest was not friendly or helpful, in fact it was downright hostile at times. Saede had spent some time here, but obviously not enough.
She only had four other people with her, the others having split off at various points in smal groups as she'd directed them toward outposts. It was a good thing that only four other people could see her in this moment of truth.
Slowly, Saede picked herself up out of the mud, wiping the thick goo from her face with a single, disgusted motion. She'd tripped over an unseen root and ended up face first in the gunk. Making an annoyed sound deep in her throat, she pressed on, not saying a word to the snickering coming from behind her.
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(6/20/07 11:39 am) Reply
Re: MykyrSaede
With hefty doses of capsulized stim from the tiny medkit, Nate felt like he could get moving again without his brain going supernova with every step. He'd done his best to clean up his face and tunic but that wasn't evident to look at him. Nathaniel had decided, however, that he didn't really care.
His message sent out to the other Underworld members, Nathaniel could let the others decide what to do with the village-turned-Imperial-base. That was beyond his decision-making and fighting capabilities. Taking measured steps then through the jungle, Nate sought to rendez-vous with other Crimson Ferrets.
He'd begun to wonder if any TIEs were grounded, and if they were aboard the Revenge. Saede or someone like her would have that answer. He just had to find her...
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(6/20/07 12:00 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Serrena bit her lip hard, but couldn't suppress the snicker that escaped her lips at Saede's less than graceful discovery of a mudpit. She quickened her steps to catch up with the considerably longer-legged First Mate, proffering a small cloth someone had tugged out of a pocket. A grateful glance to the militaman over her shoulder, and the dancer nodded before glancing down at the device in her fingers.
"Rendezvous point straight through this line of trees, Saede..." she said quietly, handing Saede the comm as she looked up, scanning the tree-line and letting the others pass so she could take rear-guard.
Serrena bit her lip as she scanned the path they'd come down, her gleaming red eyes searching for any sign that they were being followed. Or, more importantly, for any sign of Nathaniel. Though she knew full well that her little brother could more than take care of himself, he was still her baby brother. She'd easily give up her own life if it meant saving his, just as she'd easily set herself between her father's fists and his tiny form when they were children on Csilla.
A twig snapped, and startled her back to her senses, for which Serrena was grateful. The young woman blinked and rubbed at her eyes as she too headed through the tree-line to the well-concealed rendezvous-point.
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(6/20/07 12:12 pm) Reply
Re: MykyrThe Gates of Hyllyard City On the way to Vector Company....
“So what do you know about this Calrissian fella?” One trooper said to the other, they both where standing outside of the transport as they waited for Tyriq and his teams to come out for insertion drop at LZ Gamma. “About as much as intel is willing to tell us I guess.” Said the former as he walked towards the edge of the ship just to double check the status of the gate. You couldn’t be too careful when dealing with outlaws, they where a sneaky bunch. “I heard he was a former Colonel in the Republic…a real hero of types, all of their specialized combat training, all the work they put into, and he’s serving us.” The troopers kind of shook their heads at the notion of exactly why a Colonel would leave a position that he was more than likely close to picking up General, for the lowest rank in another army and to go crawling back into the dirt again.
The question would go unanswered as six men from the nearest command center rushed over in their all black scout uniforms and rushed onboard the cruiser. This transport was specially modified for Special Forces so that the floor had panels which opened up, allowing for quick repelling onto any surface. Tyriq himself walked from a separate building as he tested his communications. Receiving a good signal from Lieutenant Nao, he gave him and thumbs up and parted ways towards their separate lifts.
“Lieutenant Calrissian?” The cruiser pilot said as Tyriq boarded craft.
“What is it?”“We have the go orders for you mission sir, when you’re ready for lift off.” Tyriq looked at his men who where checking over their gear as he nodded to the pilot and gave the single for them to lift off. He then pressed the rear hatch door as it began to rescind back into a locked position. A red light was all the illuminated the dark cargo hold as he walked over to his gear. The pilots wasted no time getting into the air as they began their run towards one of the hottest fighting spots of the invasion. Tyriq began to strap himself down and walked over to the control panel for the floor hatches.
“Stand Clear!” He sounded to his team as they all moved against the wall. The hatches then opened revealing a darkness of the forest they where over, the scenery then changed to the low-flat plains which meant they could prepare for deployment any second. AS they neared the mouth of the city. The lush grass began to transform into tore up earth as the artillery and armored units ripped apart the crust of the planet to make tracks for their vehicles. The battlefield looked completely different from this angle as loud explosions rocked the very sky area the command area. You could see platoons of storm troopers charging as suppressive fire rained down from aerial units, only to get mowed down or blown to pieces by what looked like precession called air and artillery attacks. Tyriq then singled for his team to move into position as he prepared himself for their jump. Within seconds they began to jump through the small squared hole, directly into the moist, tore up dirt.
Tyriq was then greeted by a major who requested he and his team follow him to the forward command area. The buildings that make up this FCA had seen better days, they had blast marks, pieces of the building where already taken off, in the short amount of time it took the empire to set up these structures, these people where going to manage to destroy them. Entering, Tyriq was greeted by sighs of relief as the commander of the assault had been requesting Special Forces assistance all day. “Finally….you and your team ready?” A Lieutenant Colonel said to him and he moved over from a communication station.
“No sir, we are still waiting on Team 2…”“Team 2 was blown out of the sky 2 minuets ago.” The Colonel said as he was handed a situation report. Tyriq just met Nao, and the man was gone, he could tell this was going to be a long deployment. “What are our orders sir?” Tyriq said as he watched the Colonel respond to more bad news. He looked at Tyriq and then responded. “First, you and your men are going to help Vector Company take out several E-web positions that have been pinning down our motormen for the past two hours. Once you’ve completed that. Come back and we’ll talk about you next assignment.” The goal of this massive campaign that involved nearly three Imperial Regiments was to take the mouth of this city, followed by the city itself, but so many obstacles where in the way of just getting to the mouth, entrenched fighting would be the only course of action. This meant Tyriq and his commandos where about to see a lot of it.
Nodding to the colonel, Tyriq turned and exited with his team, they looked around to see that most of the advancing had taken place and the empire was trying to push its way towards the opening of the city, but to no avail. Looking at his comm team member whom he nicked named ‘comms’ he asked. “What is the current location of V Company?” The young commando took a knee and quickly accessed his battlefield information. “About three clicks north by north-east sir.” The goggle looking helmet worn by the comms looked up at Tyriq who nodded and looked over his men. “Look like a 3-mile hump gentlemen, gear up." Wearing battle pack in access of 60 pounds which carried ammo, explosions, and other equipment, the seven men then took off at fun speed running in the direction of Vector Company, if you think that they can keep up such a pace with that amount of weight on their back for three miles, then you don’t know Imperial Commando’s as they charged up a large hill they ran towards a tree line, quickly disappering deep into the outlining forest of the city.
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(6/20/07 8:49 pm) Reply
Re: Mykyr
If it had been anyone else... Saede wouldn't have accepted the cloth. Anyone else it would have been a point of pride... at this point though, there was simply no need to worry about that with the other woman. The two had been through more together than some of the other crew would ever dream... all stemming from those long months on Tatooine in the arena. There were no points of pride left to lose.. and they had both earn them back with each other a thousand fold.
She wiped her face again, this time leaving it just smudged up. Not as though it matter trapsing through the jungle.
Saede's head snapped around at the sound of the breaking twig, then relaxed as a moment later a familiar face came out of the morass. "Nathaniel, glad you could make it," she said drily.
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(6/20/07 9:21 pm) Reply
Re: Mykyr
Nathaniel just gave Saede a gruff nod. He looked like hell from his run-in with the High Inquisitor, but it seemed that Saede looked no better. He wondered if she'd be pushed into mud or if the look was supposed to be intentional?
After that combat training, who knows with her... he thought.
He nodded to his sister, Serrena, ignoring her look of surprise at his swollen nose and the crusted blood that remained above his lip, on his chin and down onto his tunic.
"I'm alright. And listen. You don't want to head to the village that's over..." He threw a glance the way he'd come, "...that way. Not without heavy artillery and ships. Or something. That's where I'd gone to evac some kids and the Empire came raining down on that parade.
"So what do we do now? Can we just exit Myrkr? Because, see, the locals are buying up the Imperial propaganda like its a white bantha special so they don't care what becomes of us."
Re: Mykyr
Renze recieved Kane's signal and quickly barked off a string of orders to his officers,
"cease all operations, get the men off the planets surface and get us the hell out of here, if those nukes go off the capital city is gone anyway," Renze then turned to his personal comm station and contacted Kane, "please leave those nukes inert for the moment Kane, my men are scrambling but I fear you haven't given us enough time to evac, give us an additional hour and we may get the troops out of the area quickly enough."
Yarrik leaned carefully forwards, with his blaster in his right hand. Aiming carefully, he fired four shots off, aiming at the joints on Lestrange. Getting blows, but seeming to do no damage, he fired again and then looked for other targets. A couple of young Underworlders were around; he needed to immobilise them, but didn't want to kill them. Aiming for their legs, he fired a crippling shot at the ankles; it would take a chunk out that would require at least bacta and at most reconstruction to help; and in the Empire they got that free because of taxes.
He couldn't see another target in the vicinity, as those two lay sprawled on the floor, and so planted his charges. Setting the timer to thirty seconds and locking the bomb to the floor, he activated it and ran down the stairs, hoping he was able to turn the corner and crouch as the tower exploded and the Darktrooper was set free.
Re: Myrkr"There is a system for air flow, but replenishment and regenerative systems are in place for each one. Air is recycled, and if one breaks we open it up to another zone. There is no problem. A tomb it may be."
A quirky smile flickered across her face; it was always a disconcerting thing to see for someone who thought they held a winning hand, their opponent smiling. Things were very rarely out of the young woman’s control; she always planned every move, every word and always planned for everything to go completely wrong. Hath was quite right though, most of the great minds were in fact out of their minds and she had never claimed to be entirely stable.
"I did not come here to kill. Criminals flee at the sign of terror, and I came here to take a step towards destroying the tyrannical Jedi Order. They claim to be guardians of light and yet crush all 'mortals' beneath their feet. Myrkr is a necessary stage of the fight. There needed no killing. And, of course, I brought a fleet that should have caused no fighting. I have enough ships here to make your army surrender in seconds. Foolishly they fight, but their deaths are not on my hands. I would let them escape."
Kiara continued to slowly pace, despite the danger of her ex-wife losing her nerve and shooting her. She was quite amused by the Chiss Admiral’s reasoning and justification of the attack on Myrkr. It sounded in truth like something that she might have said if the roles had been reversed, a little less convincing that a line she might have used though.
"Yes, I am. I have enough air here to last for an hour or two, by which time they'll have won the battle and got a Crimson Guard team here. My Crimsons have been innoculated, as I have, and a droid army will control you. You aren't invincible."
"And you can't have a safe route. Unless you plan on holding your breath for a while and jumping out of the transparasteel window and float down to the planet, there's no way of doing it. Anyone that has been in contact with you has been quarantined. You have no men left. Whether I die as well as you is simply a matter of time. Your death will leave me with a final, but slight, pleasure."
“You might have forgotten, but I was once a Jedi and I know full well how the Order works. It won’t matter how you paint them, the galaxy will always perceive them as selfless heroes and that is why you will lose. And of course the Outlaws and the Pirates fight; can you stand there and tell me now that if such odds were stacked against you and your home were threatened that you wouldn’t do the same?”
She didn’t even falter in her pacing as Hath continued to threaten to fire her weapon, if she was going to shoot Kiara figured that she would have done so by now and it was relatively safe to assume that the threat became less with each passing moment.
“Invincibility is not as hard to achieve as you might believe; it is not about how one perceives themselves but how they cause others to perceive them. If your enemy sees you as invincible, than you are.”
Misdirection and manipulation were the only weapons that the outlaw Mistress needed, a blaster or blade could slay but a few enemies and get one so far but with those two talents as allies one could slay whole civilizations, crumble great and thriving societies and quite easily bring in the odd bounty or two without even breaking a sweat.
“My dear Hath, the plans I have to fight the Empire are far more elaborate and devious than this simple endeavour. I never wanted control of this ship, what would that serve? It would be but a hollow victory. I came here for you; twenty million is hard to pass up when it delivers itself to your door.”
There was no warning as Kiara exploded forwards in a dash, her unnatural speed much too quick for the Chiss to respond to in time to shoot her. She might not have been quicker than the blaster bolt but she was certainly faster than the reaction time of any sentient creature that didn’t have the advantage of a warning from the force. In a brief moment, the girl stood beside the Admiral, her hand moving in an attempt to grip the weapon that Hath held, this close and without weapons Hath would know that she was no match for Kiara’s enhanced strength. Her other hand glided around Hath, gently stroking her blue skin.
“It wasn’t only the pheromones between us you know, we fell in love and I didn’t need them for a long time.” She whispered in Hath’s ear. “Hold your breath darling, the air is going to get a little thin.” She chuckled, Hath had been half right about her plan of escape but she didn’t intend to float to the surface. The device that she had claimed to have been a mine, in truth it was a sonic device designed to shatter transparasteel.
“Take a deep breath and then exhale completely, don’t want you decompressing now do we?” She grinned.
Edited by: Kiara Midnight at: 6/21/07 5:16 pm
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(6/22/07 12:56 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Hathoruodo smirked as Kiara grabbed her blaster-hand and twisted around behind her; the mine on the doorway seemed to have been something entirely different to what it had been claimed to be, and her exit through the window seemed the only course of action available. Of course, the two of them would die if they got sucked into vacuum - the air in their lungs would blow their bodies open. Even Kiara couldn't keep her body from following natural tendencies.
If she thought she could, however, Hath wasn't going to risk it. After all, she knew that she couldn't survive it - so would have to do something quickly. The Imperial Crimson Guard chief, Viktor Mereel, had been training with her for seven months; she had entered the last two Tournaments of the Saber and was much more adept at fighting than Kiara expected. She was certainly weaker, even if she was much stronger than she used to be, but had learnt the ways to fight without suffering as a result of the weakness.
Twisting her body, she tried to throw Kiara aside, twisting her blaster-arm to wrench it free, attempting to aim it directly at the woman to fire - now that she knew the device wasn't a motion-sensor mine, there wasn't anything to lose, especially with none of the walls being weak enough to shoot through (since they were toughened during the quarantine). Hopefully she could give her a crippling wound, as she didn't want to kill her ex-wife but knew that it would be difficult to keep herself alive if she stayed in her grip.
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(6/23/07 12:25 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrThe Gates of Hyllyard City Now heading back to Forward Command Base....
The teams moved expertly through the dense woods as they approached what was the rear of Vector Company. Nearly scaring several logistics officers as they appeared silently from the dark woods. The officer senior of the group ran over towards Tyriq as he was covered in dirty and grass. Ty singled for his scout to find some high ground and gather some up-to-date Intel on the enemy’s position and the current field units active from sight. The commando again took off towards his direction at full speed. Everything was about speed and timing when your part of the most elite group of offices the Empire has to offer.
“Glad you could make it.” The Major said as he and Tyriq began moving towards another command post. They would make it inside before artillery fire began to destroy the area throwing everyone to the deck. As the firing stopped, Tyriq stood and looked at the senior officer as he spoke. "Sir, why haven’t you called in for a surgical strike against the positions?” The officer looked at Tyriq as if to say that was a dumb question. “I have been trying to get them to use the @#%$ things all morning but they keep selling us some crap about giving away their position to planetary defenses if they stay in one position for too long to try and provide support.”
Tyriq looked at comms who knew what to do. Seeing that he was going to try and contact the closest ship, he shook his head, knowing that if they blew off an infantry commander, they would ignore a commando lieutenant without hesitation. As the call went through, Tyriq looked at a small mobile projector and awaited the image of the ship commander. Soon, Commander Tucker flickered in and asked what he could do for the young Lieutenant. “You could start by giving me the requested strikes all along this grid Commander, we are in dire need of some support from fleet…” “I’m sorry Lieutenant, but that’s not possible at this moment, we are engaged with this space battle and simply don’t have time…” Tyriq then interrupted the officer as he spoke.
“With all do respect sir, Special Forces Command supersedes any and all request as per imperial protocols for planetary surgical strikes.” The officer quickly ceased in his talking and glared at Tyriq. “Who to you think your talking to Lieutenant?” Tyriq smiled as he brought his rifle in clear view of the projector. “A very dead Commander if you don’t provide that support like your suppose to….Sir.” The image would flicker off seconds after Tyriq ultimatum. As he and the company commander moved through the trenches, several huge, blue streaks came crashing down destroy a massive area of tank columns and artillery pieces. The order came in to continue the assault as several platoons rose out of the earth and began to engage enemy forces trying to hold them off.
Tyriq couldn’t believe this is what he was called out here for, to threaten a Commander into doing something he should have been doing in the first place. As the low flying SF transport came into view, he gave the single for his forces to regroup and pointed for the ship. They had another mission to complete and not a lot of time to get it done. Edited by: Tyriq Calrissian at: 6/23/07 12:29 pm
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(6/24/07 4:19 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
After receiving their orders from the chieftain, Ayreon Faraway and Beta Team remained in the forest as bacta treatments were applied to Ayreon's wounds. After a short amount of time, Faraway was more than able to act and move on the field with only a slight amount of conflict from his body, so they continued on the move as a team to execute their orders. No one was to know for the remainder of the battle that the Imperial Crimson guard had been responsible for any activity on the battlefield, much less the attack on the shield generator, so their overall mission was clear: find anyone and anything that could transmit any sort of news to the armies around them, and take them out, temporarily or otherwise, whichever was convenient.
Armed with routine communications equipment, Ayreon and beta team moved quickly through the forest. The high metal content of Myrkyr's trees was making it hard for any sort of signals to be picked up, much less any radio activity on any channel, so they knew they would have to be close to a particular source in order to find anything. Not willing to give up, Ayreon and the team pressed on; as elite guards,t hey were used to such stressful endeavors and no one complain, but for a while it seemed like their work would be for naught.
The communications tech of beta team suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed. In a whisper, the secret, secured Imperial comm frequency flitted in Ayreon's ear;
"I've got something...It's a long shot with these trees, but it's a very slight anomaly in the communications channels....Probably a burst."
"...Are you certain?"
"Ninety-percent. The trees in Myrkyr may make sensors ineffective, but they don't cause malfunctions like this; orders to check it out?"
"Indeed, let us move out; I follow your lead."
***
Beta teams movements and the signal burst lead them to a small patch of clearing surrounded by forest, with a rather incriminating ship landed on the Myrkyrian ground. Their scanner showed that the burst transmissions were coming from this ship, so they knew it was time to act. Nodding, Ayreon signaled for the team to begin jamming her communications so further operations could be taken against the outlaw scum....
Re: Myrkr
The Darktrooper watched through the small hole as Lestrange and Viktor Mereel fought. The battle seemed ongoing; Lestrange damaging more whilst Viktor dodged most. The Lestrange cracked a part of the wall, making it slightly more easy for the Phase III Darktrooper of Falcon Ghent to escape if the shield generator to go down.
It was barely a second after he had checked the depth of the damage before he heard an explosion and saw fire through the hole. One of the Imperial Crimson Guards had, apparently, blown apart the jamming signal - all at once, Falcon Ghent could see in many spectra, control his suit effectively and power up his weapons.
As he stepped backwards in the cell, stepping right back to press against the opposite wall, he armed his right-arm rocket launcher and targeted exactly behind the crack, using his sonic vision to judge the depth of the wall and see where the fissure was. Targeting the epicentre of the crack, he gritted his teeth, activated his personal shielding - though he was aware that the power reserves were down to 20% - and fired.
The shields blipped as the miniature rocket fired through them, and reactivated immediately afterwards, allowing a small amount of burnt fuel to wash into the inside of the shields. The rocket was a mixture of the miniconcussion missile in the head, some baradium in the center and some tritium fuel in the rear; his left-wrist used the MiniMag PTL's proton torpedoes, and was too powerful for the small bunker.
The rocket connected perfectly in the epicentre of the crack, on the inside face - well, two years of training combined with a perfect vision system had to get something right - and blew the duracrete apart on the outside, splitting it at the crack and sending smoke and dust out in all directions as the Darktrooper stepped into the large opening, activating his repeater-rifle and targeting Lestrange. Hopefully the criminal would know what was best for him and leave.
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(6/24/07 7:36 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
As the Venator Scarlet Tabbard rose steadily into space, Arin marveled at the fact that no one seemed to take notice of it. That fact wasn't so amazing given its limited crew and patchwork construction - she was bringing it back to Myrkr for re-fit, after all. Yet it still was a capital ship, and usually such things got attention.
Well - Arin had plans to get some attention, anyway.
Ahead on their screens was the IRS Shockwave; command ship for Hathoruodo. Like all such people, she believed that she was untouchable; that's what made such offensive actions like overrunning Myrkr permissable. She needed to be reminded that even she couldn't hide behind all that technology. "Thrusters to flank speed: offset course +20.5 degrees pitch by -34.7 degrees yaw."
The helmsman blinked twice. "Ma'am - that takes us ..."
"... through the Imperial flagship; so set your course and get to the escape pods."
The bridge crew acknowledged and locked the ship's controls on collision course. A klaxon blazed through the elderly vessel as officers began to make their way to surface ports. "Vessel is set to collision. All hands abandon ship - repeat, all hands abandon ship!"
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(6/25/07 1:26 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Drake Pollard
"We've isolated the criminals' communications frequency, High Admiral."
Drake Pollard, epitome of military discipline and one of the Empire's finest ever naval officers, paused before turning. The orders for the communications technician aboard the bridge had been simple: unless there was a message to be transfered to another vessel, he was to watch all frequencies and listen to which were useful. Isolating the main frequency for the enemy fleet was a useful tactic, and one that would, no doubt, aid their own attack much more greatly than anyone would expect. All great tacticians anticipated their opponents' actions, but even the best made mistakes. Being able to hear the enemies' orders before they were put into action would allow several extra seconds of quick thinking to plan against the attack. Whether or not it would prove useful was a different matter entirely, but as another criminal fleet had exited hyperspace nearby, it would help him discover the best course of action to counter the new threat. "Lieutenant, activate their communications through the overhead speakers." The communication's technician pressed a couple of buttons, after checking the volume level through his personal headset, and sound came through the bridge's sounds system.
"-range weapons and fire on the fleet menacing Renze. If any Imperial vessel even attempts to fire upon us or move within a range which they can unleash a mass compliment of weapons then we microjump. We do not have the firepower for a protracted battle against such a large fleet, hit and run, let's wear these bastards down!"
Drake Pollard, always the beacon of calm aboard the bridge, calmly turned to the communications technician again, thinking through the various options. The weapons could, of course, all be fired from here - but the accuracy levels weren't particularly high. Rather he would intend to go closer, but find a way for Kane's fleet to be kept there. "Lieutenant, tell the Interdictor Harpax to continue keeping Renze Strain's fleet well within the gravity well, and tell the Interdictor Guillotine to move ten kilometers on the setting oh-four hundred-forty-three, and cut off exit vector 14 from the new fleet." If the Interdictors could stop them from escaping the battle would be a victory already. However, it was unlikely to prove that way, and there were going to be much more important problems to address. Quickly adding an adendum to the lieutenant of weapons on the far right of the bridge, High Admiral Pollard spoke again, finishing, "lock onto the ship that sent that transmission with all tractor beams aboard the IRS Verdict." Holding him in place would allow the Interdictors time to move around the enemy fleet.
The eleven ships of Kane E Smart's fleet fired their long-range weapons at a variety of ships in the Imperial Third fleet. The leader of the defending naval fleet quickly spoke to his crew on the bridge, trusting each individual to make the right decisions regarding their area of operation. "Tell all appropriate Imperial ships to activate point-defence systems. Get all laser cannons to target incoming missiles." A mass driver cannon was fired, and the High Admiral twitched slightly, almost allowing one of his eyebrows to raise without gaining clearance to do so from his authoritarian mind, knowing that the projectiles would inflict little or no damage on the hardened exterior of the Pride of Coruscant, the ship that they were aimed at. Whether they would hit was a difficult question, since the planet's gravitational pull would curve their path through the vacuum or space. But the real matter was their velocity. Drake Pollard could not guess, but the Imperial-II class Star Destroyer could not avoid the collision anyway. He would have to hope for a miss or minimal damage. The worst that could happen would be a breach in the hull from the virtual stones firing straight through the hull.
Six atomic missiles were then fired from the Inferno, making their slow way towards the Pride Of Coruscant as well. The leader of the fleet, Kane E Smart, obviously cared more about releasing Renze from the tractor beams than attacking the more dangerous vessels. High Admiral Pollard turned to his assistant, again, and said, "activate all tractor beams on free ships to repulse the nuclear warheads. Aim for their sides, if possible, and activate computer targeting. Fire long-range point-defence systems only; the shields should soak all energy from external explosions." Indeed this way true. As the Star Destroyers only had ray shields, the particles fired from the mass driver cannon would be much more certain to inflict damage than any thermonuclear device.
"Renze this is Kane, there are incoming atomics, prepare to micro jump, the incoming barrage should knock out the tractor beam, you don't wanna be there when the fireworks start, over. Get ready to jump Mr Markum, signal the rest of the fleet."
High Admiral Pollard almost smirked as he heard the desperate announcement by Mr Smart. Renze was still well within the Imperial Interdiction area, and therefore couldn't dodge. Whilst the Imperial vessels were all equipped with powerful ray shields that would soak both energy and radiation (for the most part), the criminal fleet would probably be less likely to have any ray shields at all, let alone ones that could amply defend against such a barrage of nuclear weaponry. The Interdictors weren't quite in position around Kane's fleet yet, and there was a chance he would escape. However, at least one of the vessels in his fleet was pinned, and as soon as the rest left, that lone vessel would get the full power of an Interdictor's barrage on its sole defences. The likelihood of the fleet lasting for multiple jumps was low, as the missiles would soon run low in number and the energy reserves would be greatly diminished by the multiple macrojumps.
The anti-missile point-defence system steadily targeted the incoming missiles and detonated most of them far from the Imperial fleet, causing little harm to anything but sending a spread of radiation in all directions. One lone missile reached much further, but still detonated in advance of the Imperial ship Pride of Coruscant, allowing a small amount of chemical fire and radioactive particles to lap against the nearest edge of the ray shields. The mass-driver cannon's projectile particles curved through the gravitational field of the planet Myrkr, moving downwards from the bridge to collide with the bulky frame; some exploded on impact, some missed, and some penetrated the outer layers, causing bulkhead damage. Several layers were immediately sealed off, and the men in those compartments would have immediately rushed for vacuum suits and breathing apparatus, despite the fact that it was unlikely for them to reach the suits and don them before the rooms depressurized enough to kill them. The explosions caused cosmetic damage and knocked out the power supply for four levels, lowering the power to emergency levels for the next two as the energy reserves were being built to reactivate the two damaged sections of the ship.
The nuclear warheads were pushed aside by the computer-controlled targeting systems of a variety of the Third Fleet's vessels; using gravity as an aid, the nuclear devices were pushed harmlessly into a trajectory that would send them clear of the Imperial fleet, and wouldn't affect the situation in battle. The likely end of the trajectory would be the system's star, as it had the greatest gravitational pull, but it was possible that the warheads would just continue into deep space. Meanwhile, Drake Pollard had a bigger problem on hand. As Kane's fleet prepared to macrojump, and for the most part would succeed, he knew that he needed another ally. Glancing through the limited data he had loaded from the holonet before the battle, he picked up on a small section regarding not only Renze Strain but his entire fleet. Apparently it seemed that they were mercenaries, and since the Galactic Underworld was an affiliation, he was unlikely to have had his services bought already.
"Isolate the communications frequency of the last message sent by Kane E Smart again, and activate a beam transmission between our ship and that of Renze Strain. Tell him that I have a proposal that would see him survive the war with a greater quantity of money and vessels." If he could hire Renze's fleet, it would take a great strain off removed from his part in the battle. With the Super Star Destroyer taking care of the remaining vessels, High Admiral Pollard could concentrate his efforts on Kane's fleet alone. And perhaps, if he had enough time on his hands and had the situation perfectly under his control, he would be able to start a conversation with Grand Admiral Hathoruodo, the commanding naval officer in the system. So far there had been no contact between the two fleets, and it was time for that to change.
Hathoruodo
The hands gripped each other as the ex-spouses struggled for control over the blaster pistol. Hathoruodo tried to shunt with her shoulder, leaning into the floor to gain extra strength through her legs but still finding herself unable to outmatch the shapeshifter's greater strength. As Hathoruodo stumbled and Kiara gained the headlock again, the Chiss Grand Admiral saw the shadow moving rapidly across the transparasteel surface - the Venator Scarlet Tabbard was approaching rapidly. There was nothing that could be done to avoid it.
Professor Mengol
Professor Mengol stood on the bridge, desperately wanting to take the Grand Admiral's seat, but despite her unfortunate situation knowing that it wouldn't help the situation in the slightest. By keeping the officers trusting him he could control the battle's outcome but if he annoyed them then he would be ignored. He leaned over the back, however, as Captain Frieda stood at the side, poking at controls with very little knowledge of how to control the ship in such difficult circumstances. The explosions that had rippled down the port side of the upper levels had caused a vacuum, and had locked down the ventilation in the already-infected areas as well as a few extra rooms. Captain Frieda was now checking the extent of the damage instead of preparing his next move. The Professor tutted loudly and drummed his fingers on the chair, and the Captain turned. "Do you have any advice, Professor?" he said, tilting his head forwards to look down his nose, snubbing the comments.
Mengol stood taller, and casually pushed the glasses back up to the bridge of his nose again. "All of the induced traitors have been dealt with. Those in that zone have been asphixiated, and it solves the pheromone problem. All vacuums are automatically dealt with by the ship, so checking for any continual breaches is a wasted effort. Instead, you should be locking down any communications to stop the quarantined couple from controlling anybody else in the ship. And then you should be worrying about the Venator-class Star Destroyer rising out of the atmosphere towards you. It's the only vessel in the vicinity that could pose a threat, considering the strength of some of its particle-based weaponry." Mengol cackled. "But I'm sure you know best, Captain."
Captain Frieda looked up at him and then down at the scanners, confirming the Venator that was rising towards them, clearly not attempting to escape but rather coming directly at them, continually escaping. "All turbolasers, full forwards," the Captain said. That meant that the vessels around them were no longer being attacked, and it also meant that he had completely missed the point about why the vessel in front was accelerating so rapidly towards them. The Professor gave a high-pitched laugh, and tapped the Captain on the back. Turning, the small naval commander squeaked in terror, despite being ranked more superior to the mad scientist. "Care to give orders?" he said in a much more high-pitched voice than usual.
"Certainly," said Professor Mengol, and stepped forwards, laughing quietly to himself as he did so. He cackled once, and then turned sharply to the crew, becoming straight faced and completely serious. "Use all tractor beams on the right hand side of the oncoming Venator. Do not fire weaponry unless you get a clear shot at the engines. Move our vessel downwards towards the planet and right ten degrees. The Scarlet Tabbard is attempting to ram us." He continued to watch carefully as the ship climbed, tractor beams starting to turn it, slowly, as the Super Star Destroyer IRS Shockwave turned away from it, diving downwards out of the way.
As an escape pod jettisoned, Professor Mengol's right eye twitched and he changed the order to use the tractor beams on the Venator to pull the escape pods in. After all, if they successfully dodged any damage, criminal captives would be useful bargaining counters. As the first escape pod accelerated towards the Super Star Destroyer, the massive ship started to accelerate forwards and right of the enemy Venator, attempting to move out of the way and make the enemy jettisons worthless. But as the enemy ship started to reach the ten kilometer mark, it was becoming clearer that the IRS Shockwave wasn't going to dodge in time.
The Venator-class vessel collided at a point about two-thirds forward from the bridge, mid-way on the left hand side, at a slight angle of barely five degrees. The impact generated little energy, and simply ground the ships together as the crash continued up the port wing. Row after row of turbolaser batteries were demolished as the massive vessel continued to head past, and the TIE bombers were immediately on its tail, firing bombs at the engines and missiles at the bridge. It penetrated seven layers by the time it reached Hathoruodo's private quarters, tearing through and leaving a monolithic scar down the right side of the Super-class Star Destroyer as it broke free.
The bridge remained undamaged, as did the engines, the starboard batteries and the tractor beams - but the port side of the ship was breached, thousands dead, the shields were down and the entire port side guns had been eliminated. Hyperdrive was still active; and the tractor-beam staff were still efficiently working to retrieve every last member of the Scarlet Tabbard and bring them aboard the still-shielded hangar bays. Professor Mengol looked at the scanners, and sighed. "At least she went quickly," he said.
Captain Tyfus
Captain Tyfus, head of the IRS Shockwave's starfighter corps, twisted his TIE Defender into a loop to dodge the lone ARC-fighter that had exited the Venator since it left the planet's control. The lasers flashed as they went near each other, and passed. The ARC-170 fighter activated the targeting sequence for missiles, attempting to get a lock on the TIE Defender.
Hitting the vessel into immediate reverse, Tyfus pulled back and twisted towards the Venator, accelerating to the full 145 MGLT within a matter of seconds as he did so, moving swiftly in tight turns as he approached the small ravine along the engines. A proton bomb detonated shortly in front of him, and he swung the TIE Defender around to dodge the ripples of electromagnetic radiation as he pulled it upwards. Slowing down and weaving to allow him to gain ground without getting a lock, Tygus nevertheless heard a repetitive bleeping as the lock was found. Braking hard into reverse, and blacking-out for a split second as he did so, he got a tractor beam lock on the fighter behind him, throwing it in front. The missile fired in front, arcing around as the TIE Defender blew the rear fuselage of the ARC-170 apart.
Accelerating rapidly, and blacking out again, Tyfus awoke in time to pull his ship aside from the detonated engines, and aim directly at the bridge. With no more fighters to defend against, he launched a twin set of proton torpedoes as he accelerated after them and jinked underneath the massive bridge. The proton torpedo that was tracking him arced, but not quickly enough - it got embroiled in the detonation of the bridge - and the two proton torpedoes that had annihilated most of the ship in the process - and as the entire ship got consumed in flame, the TIE Defender followed suit.
Captain Tyfus' last sight as he got consumed in fire was the explosion directly beneath him that signified the obliteration of the Venator's reactor. He may have died, but at least he had destroyed the enemy's ship in the process.
Edited by: Hathoruodo at: 6/25/07 4:13 pm
Re: Myrkr
Silence fell in the Koahiko, the faint white noise of comm static broken only by its pilot's breathing. She switched to another secure channel, and got nothing. She switched to a public channel, which by all rights should have been a riot of amateur and military transmissions. Nothing.
She stood and stared down at her control panel. Fear she could keep back. Panic, certainly. But there was no denying or controlling the dread that was beating at the edges of her mind, telling her that this was really happening. If all of her communications were being jammed, it was probably something along the lines of a 220-SIG Tactical Jammer. Beautiful machine, that. Would have been one of Alema's favorite toys. Jammed at short range and covered all channels. That meant they were close, and the fact that someone had risked losing their own communications was a clear sign that they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was here.
She knew it might come to this, and when she'd told Crimson she had nowhere to go, she knew as she said it that it could cause her problems. If her allies on Myrkr didn't gain enough of an advantage, the conflict would come to her no matter where she was, and then her distance from her allies would be the hardest disadvantage to overcome.
Not that they'd answer a distress call anyway, she reasoned. Best thing for them to do at this point is either retrieve me or see that I die before giving the imperials any information. Only Red and Hyllyard know where I am, though... and the others have their own problems.
She couldn't totally discount the worth of trying to get a message out to her allies, though. If nothing else she needed to make sure they knew where the imperials were. She reached up and ran her fingers down the head and back of her new pet snake. "Sorry Haly," she muttered. "I think you're going to regret sticking with me."
At this point Alema had two priorities. She wanted to get word to her allies, and she wanted to see if she could force the imperials to act a little more rashly than they were probably planning. She knew things about the defenders' communications that the imperials couldn't afford to find out, so it was either die after having the information tortured out of her, or die beforehand. Beforehand was looking a lot more attractive.
She bent over her console and recorded a short burst. "Cobalt here. Coordinates for imperial ground forces following. Pulling the plug. ...Ryma'allesh." She set her comms to attempt to send the burst every one and a half seconds. At least one would get through if she could just get them to drop that jamming. She wasn't sure if she could drive them off with her ship's laser cannons, but even if other ships had no reason to fear them, infantry certainly did. If nothing else chasing them off would also get their jamming away from her.
They had to be near her and they knew she was transmitting. No element of surprise, no room for bluffing now. Punching in the security clearance for her absolute last resort, Alema gave the ship what could potentially be its last task. She turned on her external intercom, her voice playing out into the clearing as calm and friendly as ever.
"Bringing the party to my doorstep is one thing, but you guys play a little rough for me. I'm not expecting courtesy, so I'm not interested in talking. Ship's set to self-destruct in ten minutes. You can use that time to get away from my ship before she blows, or you can use it breaking in to get information out of me. Your call."
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(6/25/07 5:59 pm) Reply
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Arin had stayed on the Venator to ride it as far as she could; not with any desire to go down with the ship - she had no such feelings towards it. Someone had to stay long enough to make sure it hit its mark, and Arin didn't feel right asking anyone else. The fire coming in was heavy, and had begun tearing the ancient armor off the ship when she finally felt that the ship was on target ... at which point she bolted out at a full sprint.
Get off the bridge ... get off the bridge ... get off the bridge ...
She closed the blast doors about ten seconds before an overwhelming *thud* indicated that the bridge's observation deck had been compromised. Arin wasted no time making her way down a utility tube on a speedi-line. She had barely gotten to a deck that was level with a hangar access when the entire vessel shook, bouncing her about like a clapper in a chime. A moment of shock washed through her as the reality of the situation registered ... the Tabbard actually hit! She disconnected the line and bolted down an access corridor for the hangar.
Get off the ship ... get off the ship ... get off the ship ...
Within the hangar a lapis-blue Nubian N-2 waited for her, it's astromech chirping impatiently as it powered up the ship's systems in anticipation. The fighter was already floating free as Arin quick-stepped over an engine pod and tumbled into the cockpit. Her arms were barely into the straps as she screamed to the droid behind her.
"Go - go - GO!!!!"
A deep rumbling could be heard within the vessel as the fighter shot out from the hangar into space. A groan and a pop, then the vessel burst into flames. Arin continued to ignore the conflaguration around her as she was too busy locking the straps and putting on a flight helmet. By the time she began to look about, she could see the escape pods being grabbed by the star destroyer. Although she very much wished she could do something about that, taking on a command ship - even an injured one - was quite out of the question. Instead she dived back down to Myrkr, using the exploding Tabbard for cover.
Arin very much wished to find a corner to hide in, but unfortunately she was a bit too committed for that. Within minutes she formed up with the firespray squadron to get a progress report. They had lost Fires One and Two in miscelaneous engagements, but more distressing was the loss of Cobalt.
"Did we ever get a lock on her position?"
"Negative - she was an excellent operative: never gave us a chance to lock on."
"No talking in the past tense without authorization. Can we hear anything?"
"The channel is solidly jammed - no signal."
"Solid jamming ... lock onto the source of the interference signal!"
The Firespray formation widened out slightly to allow for triangulation. "Identifying ... locking on ... got it! 40 degrees starboard, twenty clicks away - will overrun in two minutes."
Arin activated her targeting system. "Wide formation, wings at 20 degree follow-angles, open up on anything that looks Empire. Fire-three and -four: find open space at destination and take up armored defense. We'll drive the Imperials back and Fire-five can do another pick-up."
As they closed in, Arin could see the Imperial positions moving in on a civilian ship. She had never attempted a straffing run before, but there was no better time than the present to start. Her laser cannons fired out against the advancing troopers while she primed torpedoes and looked for artilery or armor.
Re: MyrkrThree....two....one With the count down, Aurulius could see the stars again as his Star Destroyer came back into real space. Well, what do we have here? Aurulius looked at the fleet, noticed that it had come under attack by the Outlaws. Everything was going according to plan. It seems that Hath hasn't lost her touch. He smirked as he looked at how the battle was going. It wouldn't take long for the Empire to secure victory here. And that's why the Imperial Navy is the most feared in the galaxy. Slightly laughing, the addition of the Third Fleet was the thing that had sealed their doom completely.
Even if they could have survived Grand Admiral Blue's initial attack, Drake Pollard and his fleet would take care of things. The sheer strength of an entire fleet, that would signal their doom. And Drake was a tactical genius. All of those things made Aurulius arrogant, even. In his mind, there was less than no chance that they would lose. His thoughts were interrupted, though, as he saw a ship fly at Blue's flagship. They'll stop it. But they didn't something had gone wrong.
As the ship crashed into the ship, all Aurulius could think of was hoping that the Grand Admiral was alright. There were a lot of things that could have gone wrong. A scowl covered his face. “They couldn't have.” Then he turned to his communications office, wiping the tear that had escaped from his eyes. She had been a friend, and now he was worried about her life.
“Get a message to Drake Pollard. Tell him of the news, and see if he has any orders.” Then he turned to one of the officers aboard the bridge. “I want all TIE out there, making sure that nothing like this happens again.” If Drake didn't take command, he would gladly do so. But first he was going to see if the High Admiral had any ideas.
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(6/25/07 10:02 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Ayreon glowered amid the booming external speakers, but said nothing and made no motions in response. With air cover coming towards them, Beta team scattered slightly in the forests of Myrkyr, using the high metallic content in the surrounding trees to shield their presence from scanners and other sensor systems while the ship before them was dealt with. In the cover of the trees, Beta team was invisible to the naked eye, and the trees helped to mask their presence. Even still, the sensor-jamming section of the team was having to be creative and move around in the midst of the oncoming fire, but the distraction of the two-person team still left the ten members, including Ayreon, in the forest.
Fire from the ships rained down on Ayreon and the other members of Beta team, but none other than the jamming team seemed to flinch; they were Imperial guards, and the hail of lasers was nothing they hadn't faced in training before, much less combat. Without hesitation, Ayreon gave a semi-complicated hand signal; the outlaw professed ten minutes, they would sure have more than that...
Five seconds passed after the signal, and in tandem, the ten members of Beta team tossed ion grenades right at the dormant ship; with Ayreon supplied with the ordinance from the two mobile jammers, a total of ten ion grenades clattered on to, under, or around the ship and detonated. Specially modified for close range electronics disruption, the grenades posed no threat to the electronic jamming equipment used by beta team, but with any luck, would cause the ship to go black and its systems to disengage, including the self-destruct mechanism the pilot so arrogantly boasted about.
Re: Myrkr
Alema sat in her pilot's chair chewing on one knuckle, rows of pointed teeth pressed into her skin as she waited nervously for something to happen. Some reply from her opponents, some initiative to do anything more, or even for ten minutes to drag past.
Suddenly the dampened and largely-useless sensors on her ship started screaming and reflexively -- but totally uselessly -- Alema felt herself flinching and ducking down in the racket. Someone was firing, and firing close. Shaking her head and looking around her, she noted that they'd either managed to miss a stationary ship or they hadn't been firing at her. Most importantly, the self-destruct was still going. A little under seven minutes.
Seven minutes. Alema almost wished she'd chosen a shorter timeframe. As it was it was beginning to sink in exactly what she was doing. No matter what she told herself about the necessity to protect the confidentiality of the underworld's communications, none of it erased the simple fact that she was choosing to die, here and now.
Even if she focused on the facts, that her enemies were going to kill her if she didn't do it first, that she was going to die very soon no matter what happened, the inertia of the situation wasn't so irresistible that it hadn't occurred to Alema to step out of her ship and surrender, hoping to be treated with some degree of mercy. She wasn't stupid, though. She wasn't stupid and she wasn't reckless by nature. There simply wasn't any other way than this.
"I've had a good run anyway," she whispered to no one in particular. "Never thought I'd make it past thirty and here I am." She nodded slowly. "Do chonda, Ryma'at. It's your game now."
Five minutes left and the incoming fire seemed to pass by. Maybe it was gone, maybe whoever it was would come around for another run. No way to know. Nothing to do but wait, and then there was a series of small impacts, followed by one good and heavy one.
BVVVWWRRrrrr...
Everything went dark. Even the emergency lighting was dead. The Koahiko was completely still and Alema's breath caught in her throat. She could hear her heart beating in the sudden silence left by the halted machinery.
Son of a gonorrheic Gamorrean, she cursed privately. Think you can have her in one piece just like that, huh?
She'd said it before and if she hadn't been alone in the dark it would have borne repeating. The Empire just didn't understand the motivations of individuals. It had been too long since the Empire had had any individuals at all.
Driving one hand down into her pocket, she came out with her travel repair kit. Some women carried compact mirrors; Alema carried gadgets. Holding her worklight between her teeth, she hastily checked her blaster. No good. They'd fried everything that she'd had up and working. She grabbed her spare and shoved a power cell into it. Assembling the weapon was taking time, but she wasn't working on a precise timer now. Not only that, but they'd have to blast and grind their way into a ship that was locked down and dead. More time. Maybe.
"S'where you're wrong, friends," she whispered, pointing her blaster at the control panel in front of her pilot's chair. "You're the only ones in this to win. All I need to do is make sure you lose with me."
I'm so sorry, Koahiko.
Then she fired. She fired and fired, frying anything in her ship she could think of. She'd take care of the control panel first. Then the engine, if she had time and if she survived long enough after that... she was next. They were wasting their time, but with luck they wouldn't know it until they laid hands on the charred controls and stepped over the remains of the only person who knew every comm frequency in use.
It wasn't even about giving her allies a chance, though that made things easier. This was spite, and a spiteful woman could be a determined creature indeed. She didn't have to survive to beat them, and they didn't have to die to lose.
Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 6/26/07 1:22 am
Re: Myrkr
Renze heaved a sigh of relief as the last of his dropships docked with the Bouncer,
"helm, flank speed, put us on the other side of Myrkr, we need to get out of here, as soon as we're away from that new Imp fleet start redeploying troops on the ground," the helmsman nodded and turned back to his station.
Renze walked up to the large windows and watched as the Imperial ships vanished from sight as the Bouncer led the squadron on a mad dash for the dark side of the planet.
TK-643 Crimson Ambitions
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(6/26/07 8:35 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
The grenades detonated, and Ayreon was the sole member of Beta team to go charging forth towards the ship. With any luck, with the opponent's ship being in such a state as it was, her allies, whoever they were among this band of outlaws, would be less willing to fire on or around her position. Ayreon was counting on this in order to get close. Diving forward, he rolled on the ground in a quick crimson blur until he was under the ship. Now came the fun part...
From the inside he could hear the pilot of the ship blasting away at...Something, and he could only assume that she was having confidentiality issues and would have liked to keep it that way, thus the seemingly random blaster fire inside her ship. Still, Ayreon knew that it wasn't random, this operative was, in fact, more comfortable with destroying her ship by her own hands than letting the Imperials take it; such "valor" among the outlaws quickly bored Ayreon.
Reaching to his side, the crimson guard withdrew a Force Pike, setting the vibro-edge to maximum vibration. With a a slow, but steady force, the guard sliced into the underside of the ship, hoping to open up the literal can with jets and confront its operator face-to-helmet....
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(6/26/07 9:11 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
The Imperials were certainly stubborn - she'd give them that. All the same, they found the freighter; all they had to do was rescue the occupant. "Slow circle about the ship: keep the Imp's pinned. Ietoo, hover over the ship."
"Careful: there's one under the hull."
"Keep him there!"
With the Firesprays keeping the Imperial troopers pinned down, Arin dropped off the N-2 and began to bang on the top hatch: not constant, but rather a pattern trying to contact the occupant.
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Markum turned to Kane. "sir, a frequency lock signal is coming from the Imperial fleet. I believe they are eaves dropping on our ship to ship comms, I will attempt to jam"
Kane smiled at the Imp commanders ingenuity.
" No Mr Markum all orders are to be given in ancient Mando'ade, that will screw them over"
Ten of the eleven ships made the jump, a sole Banking Clan cruiser found itself caught in a tractor beam, but not all was lost as the ten old suicide capital ships altered their path by 5 degrees and with all their shields at full, they accelerated toward Pollards 3rd fleet on a collision course.
Kane now had the locations of every Imperial ship and needed only wait for the Kamikaze capitals to hit their marks to dramatically reduce the size of the third fleet and release the BC Cruiser from tractor beams.
The Imperial navy already took a collision hit from Arin, something they had not accounted for. Kanes planned ten ship collision would send shockwaves through the enemy fleet.
Meanwhile the Legacy class transport had used its sensor to detect all the Imps grav traps , plot them out then undercloaking make its way to Myrkrs surface to offload troops and armour for the ground war ahead. Under cover of the jungle the small Guerilla army would give the Imps the war from hell.
Edited by: Kane E Smart at: 6/26/07 12:11 pm
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