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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 23, 2013 21:27:39 GMT -8
"I assume I can expect the honour of your company soon, Admiral?" Static plays across the image as the Valheru moves through the electromagnetic field. The picture blinks off for a moment, leaving only Dodonna's voice until the image returns a few seconds later.We are currently mustering the necessary forces for our counter attack, you can expect us soon. In the meantime, we are going to patch you in with the others here. As the commander closest to the situation we are going to need you input in the planning our response. Give me a moment.The image goes blank as Sarah moves away from the projector. A moment later it returns alongside the forms of an almost too old Admiral Cole and a smug young Admiral Vossis.Lord Terrak, repeat what you told me to Admirals Cole and Vossis.
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 24, 2013 12:55:44 GMT -8
The big Sith kept one eye on the sensor display as the Valheru settled into position behind the irregular lump of rock that was the outer moon, the eighth of such satellites, as it drifted towards its inner most point of the system. The distance between the Star Destroyer and those sent to investigate was closing rapidly but Bajos felt confident that he could spare the Admiral a few more minutes. Unfortunately by concealing themselves behind the moon they had also lost line of sight with the approaching ships and those in orbit around Prakith forcing Bajos to rely on the readings they had taken just before they had assumed their current position.
"Prakith is in trouble..."
He inclined his head briefly in greeting to the other two admirals, not bothering with any pleasantries other than that. His firm and commanding voice carried over the comm despite the interference his image was suffering, the confident drawl consistent with his implacable features.
"Our scans are vague due to the distance and the interference but it is apparent that several fleets are currently engaged in assaulting the planet. There is little in the way of defensive fire so I'd have to assume that the planetary defenses have been neutralised, or at least nearly so. There were anomalies in our readings consistent with that of a serious amount of debris, most of its centered over the plateau where Prak City is located. Likewise our readings indicated a severe amount of destruction in the area around the city, heat signatures consistent with orbital bombardment."
He paused to tilt his head, allowing them to absorb the information before clasping his arms behind his back and continuing.
"The enemy, at least three separate fleets, probably four, have congregated over that area and are continuing their attacks. It is likely they would have finished off the orbital satellites by now and are deploying shuttles or fighters to the surface, depending on their intent."
He narrowed his eyes as he once again paused. His eyes shone hungrily, though it was unlikely such malicious intent would carry through the holocom, and his teeth revealed themselves in a savage grin.
"Apart from the small force headed to investigate my position most of the enemy ships are congregated in geosynchronous orbit over Prak City. If we were to jump a flotilla of sufficient size directly to the planet, and with Prakith's two moons where they are, we could trap the enemy between us and the planet, the two satellites making it difficult for them to gain a decent counter-attacking position."
He fell silent. There was nothing to see on the sensor display now. Just the pitted surface of the dark side of the moon, barely visible on the screen, and a count down with the estimated time to intercept of the closing enemies. A brief flash every now and then belied the presence of the fighter screen as a strike foil returned the flash of one of the Valheru's running lights.
He waited patiently for their reply as the count ticked down...
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 24, 2013 14:41:40 GMT -8
The blockade formation was completed, they sectioned themselves off in three battle-groups. Group one was positioned above Prak City, it consisted of one Imp Deuce, One Vic Deuce and one Gladiator, flanking five-thousand meters to port is Group two, they are comprised of one Tector, one Vic Deuce and one Gladiator, flanking starboard at five-thousand meters is an identical Group of ships, they are Group Three.Imperial II-class Star Destroyer "Eruption" Rear-Admiral Rallenell Bic watched the detachment of Manta's from the "Pride of Pzob" release and move off, he turned to Tactical.Rear-Admiral Rallenell BicSend the VT's to support the Famine Lord's Manta's and put all fighters on AlertSeconds later the freshly fueled and rearmed nine VT-49 Decimators were set loose from the Imp II. They throttled to full to trail behind the Manta's. while thirty-six TIE D/Defenders pilots warmed their Ions for release from the racks.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 24, 2013 20:47:27 GMT -8
Sarah's brow furrows with thought, Terrak's idea was good...if executed properly.This is a good start, but we are going to need more ships if we are to have any hope of beating them. With a third fleet we could...She begins fiddling with the controls for the holoprojector, creating a crude three dimensional image. Illustrated is a large mass of circles representing the enemy fleets and groups of triangles representing the imperial ships....both outmaneuver them and keep them bunched together. Instead of entering the system in a single formation, each fleet would enter the system at an angle. One would enter so that the enemy formation would both in front and below them, the second would be in a position so the enemy would in front and to port, and the third would be similar to the second except the enemy would be to their starboard side. From those positions we would force them to to divide their fire and would have room to move to prevent any possible enemy maneuvers.That being said, they still needed another fleet and the Valheru had incoming.Terrak, how do you think you will fair against the enemy heading to your position and possible reinforcements?
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 25, 2013 5:46:26 GMT -8
He shrugged nonchalantly at her question, his diffident reply sounding more like he was considering whether to have the merlot or the cava...
"A daresay that we could hold our own, depending on the reinforcements. If they were to detach one of their fleet assets, assuming they haven't done so already, things could get interesting. As it was from the last visible scan there is nothing bigger than a corvette analogue heading this way, and it is more likely that signal was a flight of star fighters rather than a gunship."
His hands unclasped from behind his back and he leaned forwards, knuckles on his desk, to peer into the holocom as if he could look into the Admirals soul.
"What you need decide is whether we are prepared to sacrifice this system while we await more firepower. While we may not have enough ships to achieve a clean victory, sitting out here will only serve to lose us the system. If we strike now we have a good chance of catching the enemy out of position and perhaps hold them in place while the rest of our fleets arrive..."
He was of course assuming there -were- more ships inbound. He wasn't sure what the three admirals commanded out there but he hoped it was enough to give the attacking ships pause. Perhaps that was all they would need.
"Do we have any clear Eee-Tee-Aye on our allies?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 25, 2013 7:47:00 GMT -8
For most of the conversation Cole had been silently listening to the two people talking about the whole thing. Now here was his chance to speak up. If I may interrupt here, I have bolstered up the fleet with mock ships. Fake Executors one third of which are filled with Anti Matter Bombs, send in the ones that are not filled with any in first to let their guard down along side the rest of our fleets then a few minutes later the other ten show up and detonate near them. Just in case they needed a picture of it on his own holoprojector pretty much following the same plan as Dodonnas but adding in the fake ships to encircle the enemies. Then fast forwarding a minute the others blinked onto the screen only to detonate once close enough to the enemy ships. It could mess with their electronics not to mention the ships creating blind spots for the enemy and additional cover from firepower of theirs. Waiting for their response the older gentlmen took out a pipe which was completely against regulation and lit it on the bridge smoking it proudly.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 25, 2013 15:00:39 GMT -8
Sarah had been wondering what those were doing here. She knew what they were, it was her job to know about every asset the Remnant had, even the inflatable ones. What she hadn't expected was what a few of them were carrying, she was disappointed she hadn't known earlier but she admired the old veteran's initiative.Impressive Admiral, the only problem is that if we are present when the bombs detonate we will be affected as well. Without atmosphere to slow it down, radiation can travel for hundreds of kilometers before it dissipates to a safe level. But if we time it right, and we use the planet's gravity, our fleets can jump in immediately after the explosion and end up right where we need to be.She begins creating a new image, explaining her plan as she does.We split up the mock ships into five groups; each group with four regulars and two rigged. They enter the system as close to the enemy fleet as possible, in a formation mimicking that of the five on a side of die with each group representing a dot. The center group will be facing the enemy directly with the other four in positions to flank the enemy in similar ways as my previous plan. They advance and close around the enemy formation like a claw, getting as close as possible before detonating.She adds two new groups of ships to the projection.After the anti-matter bombs go off, the explosion and resulting radiation will wreak havoc on the enemy's shields and sensors. If we time it properly, hyperspace travel will protect us from the radiation and we can use Prakith's gravity well to pull out our respective fleets within firing range on the starboard and port flanks. It will be tough, and we will definitely take losses, but we can pull this off.But some reinforcements would be nice, she would have to send another message to the rest of the fleets and inform them of the plan.Unless their are any problems I overlooked, it is time we make our move. Terrak is right, we cannot risk being overly cautious. Once you have dealt with the scouting party, take the Valheru and join in the battle where you deem your presence necessary.
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 27, 2013 15:38:14 GMT -8
He listened to them debating the possible approaches to this scenario while Prakith burned, rather bemused at this mention of inflatable Star Destroyers. There was a joke in there somewhere as well as several good innuendo's/ He wondered briefly whether a quip would lighten the mood at all but, considering the stiff military types on the other end of the holocom, he wisely chose to keep the observation to himself. He also had a reputation to consider. It wouldn't do for a big fearsome Sith like him to be cracking jokes on the eve of battle. Still, he often found moments of levity coming to him these days and was finding it quite enjoyable to throw these abrupt personality changes at his crew, watching them struggle to understand his whims with secret amusement...
He shook his head imperceptibly as he dragged is attention back from the strange little digression his narrator seemed intent on writing. The use of inflatable Star Destroyers, while stupid and screaming through OOC channels to be voided, was actually fairly viable in the way Dodonna described. Kind of... Perhaps... Maybe... Not really but I will roll with it. Bajos cast an eye to the countdown then nodded as the Admiral issued her orders, clearing his throat as he pointed out the flaw in her plan.
"Do we have any word on the arrival of reinforcements? I don't know what assets you have with you, Admiral, but with a minimum of four fleets at Prakith we'd be walking into a two-to-one disadvantage at least."
His hands once again found each other at the small of his back and his eyes narrowed again.
"While I stand by the fact that we can't wait around It'd be remiss of me to not point out that without more ships we would be risking our crews by jumping into the Prakith system..."
His eyes took on a far away look as he gazed out of the window, mind turning over the problem thoughtfully.
"Perhaps we can let these... "Inflatables" do our job for us, no?"
He glanced at Admiral Cole.
"What are the technical specifications of these mock Executors? Can they maneuver like the real thing? Do they have anythingnin the way of conventional weaponry? Can they hold Starfighters?
His eyes wandered back to Admiral Dodonna.
"My point is that if we can use these mockery's as fighter platforms as well as decoys and bombs then we can save the majority of our fleet for what you suggest. Drawing enemy ships away from civilian attacks and stalling them for as long as possible should be our goal. If we can make them believe these inflatables are the threat for as long as we can before springing the trap then we gain some time. The fighters can launch, split into two groups, and use one of the two moons each for cover when the bombs detonate. No matter what happens the enemy if bound to take some damage. The fighters, preferably a few bomber squadrons mixed in, can then swarm back from the moon to attack the flanks as the fleet jumps in, using the planets gravity well to pull them out, and hit them dead on. With the damage already suffered from the bombs they should be ripe for the picking and unable to withstand a barrage from three sides..."
He paused, eyeing the sensor display. The time for interception was fast approaching. Soon the investigating ship would reach the moon behind which they lurked. Would they continued to search and spring the trap or would Bajos and the Valheru need to force the issue? Almost as an after thought he reached out with the Force. His senses tingled with the feeling of impending strife and a grin formed over his face.
"The enemy is nearly upon us, Admirals. We must conclude this exchange soon so I can be about my business.."
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 27, 2013 17:39:01 GMT -8
Sarah pinches the bridge of her nose; as if she didn't know the odds were against them. The fact of the matter was, they either waited for reinforcements who (according to the OOC intel) wouldn't becoming for a good while, or they went in without them. Terrak's superficial change to the plan wouldn't make a difference. The holes she could poke in either plan were as numerous as the holes that were likely to be poked into the balloons. Separating their fighters and sending them behind the moon was likely to tip the the enemy off, there was no reason to launch fighters from a ship and send them behind the moon unless it was to shield them from something. It wouldn't be like they were hiding since the enemy would see them going behind the moon. And in both of their plans they could be outmaneuvered if either herself or Admiral Cole were careless.Lord Terrak, deal with the threat to your ship. It will be an asset in coming battle we can't afford to lose. I will take your advice into consideration and will signal your ship when our attack begins.With that she cuts the line to the Valheru, she wasn't simply dismissing him or his advice, but she was the Grand Admiral and she had to start learning when to act as one.
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Post by Dragus on May 29, 2013 7:11:32 GMT -8
There was a brief exchange of data between the three mantas and the VT-decimators following in their wake, a basic acknowledgement of support, though the fighter pilots hardly felt they needed it. Certainly a scouting mission had its dangers, but nothing the lithe interceptors couldn't deal wit....oh sithspit!
As the trio of assault fighters came around the moon, they had definitely found a ship, as the Dark Acolyte's sensor operator had predicted. Lord Terrak's star destroyer, to be more specific. This was hardly some rust speckled pirate scow or some aged system's patrol vessel. This was a bloody dedicated warship, destroyer class, top of the line Imperial. Fleet of foot as the mantas in intercept mode might be, the behemoth they had unwittingly run into had cannons with range well beyond their own. And lets not even get started on firepower.
No, the smart thing to do in this case would be to turn ones butt around and high tail in out of there. Unfortunately this particular shark of the void came equipped with its own assortment of space piranha. Sensors and eyes both spotted the squadron of fury-class Sith fighters. Slag. Even if they could slip away from the larger predator, it would be a challenge to get away from its offspring. If this was a ground engagement, given that these were forces of the Order, they'd charge head long into the enemy despite facing overwhelming odds. Be it zealotry or fear of the masters, that was the norm for those that served the Eye. But these were fighter jockeys, as far from the norm or sane state of mind as one could expect. When they saw a challenge they ran with it. Or in this particular case, ran from it.
Transmitting data. Said the lead assault fighter pilot even as he began transmitting the accrued information from the sensor, camera, and all that other technical jazz. More important than their lives was the completion of the mission. They'd been reminded of that often enough.
Without need for further discussion, or fear of breaking communication silence, the V formation of three mantas began to turn. They offered the enemy squadron and the much larger vessel they hovered out in front of, an unpleasant view of their backside. Perchance the chase was on!
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 29, 2013 8:42:33 GMT -8
The nine VT's are far enough behind to still be shielded by the Manta's and the curvature of the Gas Gaint, linked to the sensor data from the Manta's, the group broke into three squad's of three, the lead squad in forward "V" formation, dumped all reserve power to the forward shields on each, ventral and dorsal twin laser turreted cannons went active on each, the two forward concussion missile launcher and one rear missile launcher are loaded. They watch the Manta's break and each of the three VT's target the swarm of the smaller Fury-Class Star Fighters center and fire concussion missiles, throttle to full while spreading out side by side and begin lacing the group, looking to barrel into them and through them.
The other two squads adjusted quickly to keep the planet as a shield, one dove down, one drove up, they will be looking to slip well behind the Fury's and strafe the Star Destroyer from above and below with Ionite cased Void-7 Seismic Charges in Blister Missiles.
All this is being transmitted back to the Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer "Eruption" and all other ships in the Blockade and supporting attackers, via encrypted secured databursts.
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 30, 2013 13:29:03 GMT -8
Bajos turned away from the holocom just as proximity alarms began to blare around the mighty warship. Striding from his ready room and onto the bridge proper he was just in time to see the Manta's begin to turn away from their intercept vector, seeking to turn tail ad run rater than engage such a daunting target. The twelve Sith Fighters wasted no time in gunning their engines and streaking off in pursuit, arming weapons as they began to close while the Manta's made their sharp turns, and acting on their own initiative.
Bajos strode forward to stand alongside Captain Haas, arms folding behind his back as he watched the pursuit get under way.
The squadron of Fury-Class fighters accelerated towards the turning Manta's, the staggered tweet of their targeting computers sounding in each cockpit as they sought to gain a lock on each of the enemy ships. Splitting into three flights, each one targeting one of the Manta's, they settled in to try and gain a clear shot. The Manta's soon got themselves turned around and the chase was on. The three flights, under the direction of their wing commander, hooked in closer to the moon, using the satellites gravity to increase their speed, looking to cut them off. The distance began to close rapidly and two of the ships in one-flight fired at their Manta.
Three-flight reached range and also launched two missiles just as the third member of one-flight fired, no there were five missiles in the air, two heading towards one of the Manta's, three heading towards another. The leader of Two-fight was just launching his own missile when...
More contacts incoming!
The yell was from the wing commander and warning sirens flared in each fighter as they were targeted. Curving around the moon came the VT's, weapons active and flaring to life. They were neither faster nor smaller than the Fury-Class fighters but they were more heavily armed. As they squared up to each flight of Sith Fighters the Remnant pilots wanted no part of a head-to-head, breaking by pairs and streaking away from the concentrated storm of fire that tore through space towards them. There was no way that their foe's could have got a missile lock so quickly so breaking away would take them away from the impact zone, though they did not escape without cost. One was clipped by the torrent of laser fire and exploded into a fiery cloud of shrapnel. Another was hit a glancing blow, suffering damage to its shield and right laser cannon but managing to maintain its heading. They broke left and right, high and low. Flaring out like the spokes of a wheel, intending to curve around and attack from the flanks, Manta's forgotten for now as the Remnant fighters were content for their missiles to chase them further away from the engagement zone.
Their maneuver took them away from their opponents cannons. It would also open up a lane of fire for the Star Destroyer...
Bajos smiled as the channel to the approaching fighters revealed itself, as if inviting the Valheru to display its wrath. The Star Destroyer had engaged its engines as soon as the starfighter had advanced, following in their wake as they screamed off in pursuit of the Manta's. This meant that the Destroyer was in prime position to fill the area with emerald stabs of coherent light, stabbing space with bright energy. Thirty of the seventy six batteries managed to traverse forward to fire in the direction needed, sending multiple lances out towards where the V-shape of fighters approached...
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jun 2, 2013 17:54:56 GMT -8
*The NEMESIS TRITON swept right trhough the battle. The sensor scramblers hid the fleet well from sensors, and the other NOE forces took nearly all of the defenders interests. The little resistance that found its way over to the TRITON fleet got handled quickly and efficiently. The fleet finally stopped in low orbit, over the city of Prak city. The report came in to Seleevan.*
-Admiral Telli Savalas- Sir, all ships report that position for Phase One is taken.
"Good. Start Phase two."
*The Sensor scrambling ended, and the fleet showed up on scanners, just as itself was able to use its scanners. The fleet was divided in two groups. GOG (ground Operations Group) went down, and slowly entered the athmosphere. The four Victory I-class Star Destroyers were positioned in a square formation with the city fitting into the square perfectly. SSG stayed in low orbit, turned towards space. The Victory II class Star destroyers wer ein a diamond formation with the Mammoth Class sitting in the center. Fighters stayed inside the diamond.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 2, 2013 18:26:34 GMT -8
And here comes the BOOM
From the swirling blue of hyperspace came a response fleet of the Imperial Remnant, landing into the dark expanse of real space 30 mock SSDs could be seen landing in perfect formation. You see the ships had been just outside of the system, so their jump while larger than a micro jump was shorter than the average one. So the 30 ships had kept the formation of six. Five groups of this made their way towards the fleets of the NOE descending upon them like fingers closing on a palm. What was odd about these ships was that instead of firing they did nothing but fly towards the enemy without their shields or even weapons warmed up. They had managed to drop out of hyperspace using the gravity well of the planet to guide them up close, despite this they were still far enough away that their main reason for being would not be totally achieved (In other words use your space knowledge NOE guys)
Meanwhile on the other side of the planet the real fleet dropped out of Hyperspace, the Fleet of Ascended Justice consisting of 8 Aggressors and of course 3 NOE made ships; the Superior Class Cruiser. A troop transport leaving one of the hanger bays heading down to the planet they began to power towards the enemy using the planets gravity like a slingshot.
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Post by Darth Rebellious on Jun 9, 2013 0:11:25 GMT -8
Out of the forward hangar of the Star Destroyer "Eruption" sprang a single Sentinal-class landing craft. As soon as the vessel cleared the hangar, it set a course for Prakith's atmosphere, specifically heading to Andeddu's Keep.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jun 11, 2013 4:16:29 GMT -8
-Centurion I Victory-Class Star Destroyer, Command Vessel of Space Superiority Group- -Centurion I Sensory officer- "Sir, We have a problem."
-Centurion I Captain- "Show me."
-Centurion I Sensory officer- "Sir, we have Thirty, that is Three Zero Super Star Destroyers in orbit. No known configuration, just Imperial Remnant IFF heading strait this way."
-Centurion I Captain- "Is.... Is this true? Have you double checked?"
-Centurion I Sensory Officer- "I am getting in reports from Centurion and Prefex Groups, and they confirm. Wierd thing is, no shields or weapon locks are confirmed. They are trying to block us in sir. There is an other annomaly on the other side of the planet, but we cant get a good read, the planet is in the way. May be an other fleet."
-Centurion I Captain- "Call his holyness, send him the data."
*The Space Superiority group got ready to hold, or flee.*
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jun 14, 2013 14:42:03 GMT -8
*First to arrive from Athmosphere was the Herceles-class Escape Corvette "The Crete". Its Double sets of Corellian Engines roared through the darkness of space, its sensor scrambling active. Sensors would only show nothingness off the ship and its close proximity. Flying past SSG, The Crete requested a small fighter escort of four TIE Defenders, and continued towards the seemingly insanely powerfull fleet of Super Star Destroyers in fighter speed.
Sel was sitting in the crowded and minimised bridge of the ship. The Command Throne was a technically advanced piece of equipment with controll over comm channels, displays (there were several), soundtrack (Battle Music was always going in the bridge) and a wine cooler. The Technicians were just getting the view up for him to see this supposed massive fleet.*
-Comms Officer- "Sir, signal from the ground, not ours. Ceasar is patching through. Comes from someone claiming to be General O'Niel with one I."
"Play the message, establish connection through Ceasar and get me a view on the ships allready."
"Because you have no other option. The Order of the Eye fleets will destroy you, slowly, if they stay. If they are fought off, they will destroy you so you can not aid the Remnant anymore. You are doomed, General O'Niel with one I, and you wont even be able to fight it. You will just be killed by turbolasers, designer desieses or exposure to your ruinned world."
*Then the largest displays went blank, and a fraction of a second later it was showing the five formations of six Super Star Destroyers... or whatever that they were. Sel had no Idea, I for one, as a narrator doesnt have either, I am just really sure that it looks nasty. Sel pressed the mute button on his comm.*
"Isolate this channel at once, jamm all other freaquencies but Eye Military ones going in or out of the city."
*His commands were sent further down the chain of command to all his ships through the false Capitolship "The Ceasar", and heavy jamming started on comm channels on all but the OE channels, and the one Sel was talking with O'Niel with one I. While his mouth moved and formed words after deactivating the mute, his mind was working on getting all the intel, and weighing options. He needed to get a closer scan of those ships before they came too close.*
"Your fleets wont help either. All your military has come up with is a sensors farse. A failed bluff."
*he lied through his tee.... beak. He had actually no idea if this was failed or not. Or a bluff or not. He pressed the mute button again.*
"Divide the escort into two. Send them in two directions to get close scans of the SSD-s."
*Mute Off*
"Make your choice. You have little time left. My forces will await you in the north. You are allowed no weapons but sidearms of your officers inside the refugee camps, but you will get food, shelter, medical care and I will make sure you can resettle on a desirable planet. Your time here is done. Either die in a hole, or live with my help."
*He muted his mic again, and waited for the seonsory report. The Herceles class itself could not scan while the scan scrambler was active, but the TIE-s could if they exited the scrambler range. The Fighters divided into two by two groups, and aimed in one target with both movement and scanner. For other normal sensors, it seemed like four fighters popped out of nowhere nearly amidst the SSD-s, or at least at close proximity.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 26, 2013 8:29:17 GMT -8
Despite the TIEs coming in to check out the ships nothing changed. The ships remained their heading; they did not warm up their weapons or put up shields. Nothing. They just drifted farther and farther into the grouping of ships besieging the planet below. Their timers almost at zero, when that happens well boom (lets say like one more set of posts, or a week IRL).
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Jul 8, 2013 11:08:18 GMT -8
-Communications Officer- "BOOOOOOOOOMB!"
*Sels head snapped towards the man, and with a couple clicks on buttons, he had the mans display shown in front of him on a monitor. It was the relayed sensors data from the TIE-s. The SSD-s were filled with explosives. A waste of good metal. The Remnant did not have to waste so much resources on a farse like this, but sure... it DID look real. lets start the farse then.*
"Retract TIE-s at once, dont give them reasons to blow it. Get the Crete out of this hell."
*The TIEs got into escort formation on the Crete and all three ships hit full speed towards open space.*
"Patch me through to Savalas."
-Communications Officer- "Done My Lord."
"Savalas, evacuate the King Arthur at once, leave only a meager crew. Prioritise Seniority for Evacuation. SSG is to retreat to lower orbit and get ready to escort the GOG. Arm and dumbfire the first barrage of Assault Concussion Missiles, with pending lock on programing."
-Admiral Telli Savalas, Aboard the Victory I -class "Ceasar", GOG- As you command my Lord.
"Communications, Patch me through to the unkown fleet on the other side of the planet. Open channel."
Enemy Imperial Remnant Fleet. We know you are there. I am Seleevan Khar of the House Khar. I have your citisens onboard my ships. Citisens I have saved from my so called bretheren of the Eye. I do not wish to join you, so do not flatter yourself, but I do wish to help you. Your little SSD tactic while admireable, will be found out and dealt with. I propose a temperary military alliance, wich ends with this battle. You let me leave, and I help you erredicate the Eye from your space. You have 20 seconds to comply. If you fail to accept this gift, the NOE will annialate you.
*Sel then closed his eyes, and concentrated in on the Abyssian Nightmare.*
Brother... it is started. I will see you on the other side.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 8, 2013 12:03:15 GMT -8
That was odd someone was hailing them at this point. The Fleet of Ascended Justice was nearly through its slingshot orbit when the call went through. Because I am unoriginal. Standing on the bridge the Admiral had scant seconds to reply, the bombs would be going off in 25 seconds, their orbit done in 30. With the seconds ticking down and because he was the only RPer he made a call. You have 19 seconds to remove your ships from harms way before the fireworks explode. I shall spread the word when the others arrive. If I find out you are deceiving me Mr Khar there will be no place in the civilized galaxy you can hide. With that he cut transmission. He fervently hoped that this was an honest thing. If not well the ships he was leadeing would all be going to their death.
After the time has gone down well. BOOOOooooooOOOOoOoOoOoOooOoOoOooOoOoOmmmmmmmmmMMMMm
The bombs went off within the middle of the assembled fleets. Their shockwaves going through everything that was in its way. Hunks of debris was annihilated to nothing more than floating radioactive dust. With nothing but sparse stuff (and ships) to hinder it the explosions went out for thousands of kilometers sending out the EMP across the ships, their shields hopefully glowing from the ionization or something. Maybe even a few causalities due to the force of the explosion. The best part? Everywhere the explosion touched was changed to a hue of blue similar to that of the sky on many planets.
Coming around the planet a few seconds later the bridge crew couldnt help but gasp at the sight of such a beautiful scene of destruction. All except Cole who remained stoic as ever. Let loose the dogs of war His words were broadcast over a secure network to those in the fleet. The Aggresors taking aim at one ship each. 8 for 8, what a coincidence (excluding Sel). They had a weird way of firing. Rather than multiple small weapons all its firepower was used at one large forward facing gun. First came a powerful ion pulse followed by an enormous, spiraling plasma shot. The ion shot disabled the shields (hopefully if any were up) so the plasma shot could do maximum damage.
While at the same time the 3 NOE made battle cruisors emptied their mine tubes, towards the enemy. The small but powerful explosions going towards the enemy slower than the plasma they would hopefully be attracted to any small ships coming in to do damage or be attracted to the large ships and do a big explosion over it.
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