Imperial Breakthrough

[Santoro]

Imperial Breakthrough

Location:
Inner Rim, Grid Coordinate L15, Somewhere along the Rimma Route

Background History:
In the past few months, Imperial communication has been cut off between Nal Hutta and Yag'Dhul, Iktotch, and Rhommamool. The Empire has decided to break through the Republic blockade and reestablish contact with their forward outposts.

Current Situation:
Launching from their Southern Capital at Malastare, a large Imperial force is lunging deep into what was formerly their territory. Unfortunately, the newly-deployed Republic interdictors have caught the Imperial attackers in deep space en route to their first stop- Yag'Dhul. Should the Empire get through they will have successfully paved the way for reinforcements to take their lost territories.

Imperial Forces:
Akela Armada and Emperor's Eyes Armada
Republic Forces:
(To be announced, no more than 8 PCs)
jpchewy01

OOC Information:
This battle is to restore Imperial access to Yag'Dhul, Rhommamool, and Iktotch. The Hutts will be commanded by Falcon and potentially myself, though Falcon will be the main commander. Although there are ten PCs on the two battlegroups, only the first six aside from the commanders will be allowed to post.
The link to the ground thread:
The link to the OOC: http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=660193

 

[jpchewy01]

Reed Cabilla stood in the ready room of his vessel, the Republic. He was waiting for a Kola Morado. He would be acting CAG while Reed's son was sick. How could Ander miss the first action of the war?! Well, there was no changing that. Commander Ron Tanith was directing things on the bridge while things were still quiet. Reed had received his orders a few hours before and was waiting for this hot shot pilot to arrive so that he could get his briefing and things could get moving.

"Sir," said the voice on the intercom belonging to Lieutenant Commander Tan Maxwell, "The pilot has arrived."

"Good," replied Reed, "Send him to my ready room."

 

[Natise]

Krya Stax was on one of the main imperial ships, in the hangar of it. She was inspecting her fighter. Priming her engine and lasers always calmed her before a battle. She was double checking her thrusters, when her comlink started to beep. She answered.

"Yes your greatness."

" Krya, do not screw this up. If you are able to defeat the republic hear, we will be able to reclaim many territories that were lost. Failure is not an option. "

Zaar hung up immediatly after. This did not discourage Krya as many may think, in fact, it gave her an incredible moral boost, and filled her with confindence. Kyra stood with a smile on her face, waiting for the rest of her squad to be ready.

 

[Raif]

Kola Morado took a moment to smooth his neck ruffles as he stood outside of the captain's ready room. It was not nerves that caused the frills on the sides of his neck to stand up, but excitement! Finally, after missing out on any real action in the last war, Kola was hoping this call to the captain meant he was going to get out there and scrag some slugs.

Sure, he had seen a bit of action over the last few years. When he wasn't helping the Republic test out their new fighter, the 'Dante', he was out hunting pirates. In fact, that's where he had earned his call-sign, Corsair. Apparently one of the defeated and captured pirates had said that Kola fought more like a pirate than a Republic flyer. No one really knew what the old bastard meant, but Kola the Corsair had stuck.

This reminiscing was pushed from his mind as the captain's aide told him he could enter the ready room. Stepping in through the whooshing doors, Kola stepped to a smart, parade-ground worthy attention and snapped off a crisp salute. Pilots were notoriously lax when it came to issues of proper decorum, but when it came to (hopefully) getting a combat assignment- or getting chewed out, for that matter- fighter jocks knew how to spit and shine with the best of them.

"Sir! Lieutenant Commander Kola Morado reporting as ordered!"

Kola would hold the salute until it was returned, and then either drop down into attention or rest, depending on what Cabilla said next.

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

The Hutt fleet glided silently through hyperspace, destined for Yag’Dhul in an attempt to breakthrough and regain a chain of supply and communication to their forces. This, of the first actions against the Republic during what would now be known as the Second Hutt War, would be swift and precise. The Republic had begged for a ceasefire in order to regain its strength and attempt once again to impede upon the freedoms of others in the galaxy, and Emperor Tusa would not have it so.

Grand Admiral Vorsch stood aboard his flagship The Emperor’s Hand. Upon the bridge all was silent save for the beeps and whirs of nearby consoles as their operators handled execution. He paced back and forth, examining the work of each of the operators, directly overseeing their performance. It was his pride that at any moment he knew the condition and state of not only his vessel, but all vessels under his command. As he walked along the raised bridge platform looking down into the pits where the control consoles were housed, there was a shudder through the fleet. Immediately, red warning signals began flashing and warning alarms sounded.

“Operations, report.”, said Vorsch.

“My lord, we are being pulled out of hyperspace by an unexpected gravitomical anomaly.”, the operator relayed.

Admiral Vorsch immediately paced quickly to his main command console at the front of the bridge, and opened a frequency to all vessels in the fleet. He knew this was no anomaly.

“Attention Akela Coalition, this is your commanding officer Orion Vorsch. We are being pulled out of hyperspace by an unknown source. Do not take this lightly. This is to be assumed a fully hostile threat. Battle stations are active. All ships get into formation, weapons ready, shields up. Fighter wings on standby, to your stations. All groups report in.”, Vorsch ended matter of factly.

After his orders were released, as was customary for Vorsch, he approached the main viewport of the bridge, and swiped his hand across it, entering a code into an transparent interface that appeared. Immediately a 3D grid appeared, at this time however only the Hutt vessels were recorded, each identified with a flashing green strobe. Once his command station was ready, Vorsch took a step back, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood proudly staring out of the viewport, awaiting the exit from hyperspace.

 

[Batty]

Batvan stood on the deck of a Tribal-class Star Destroyer, preparing his weaponry and readying himself for the battle ahead. Even if this fight didn't take to the ground, Bat was prepared to do what he needed to make sure the Hutts gained ground against the oppressive Republic- or die trying.

Readying both of his blaster pistols with fresh power cells and maintenance checking both pistols and his combat knife, he blasted them all in their proper holsters. After all was said and done, Batvan entered the Weapons hull and boarded a quad-laser cannon turret and awaited orders from his superiors on the battle abroad. If his ship came within range of ANY enemy armor- he was ready.

 

[Count Sam]

The old Alsakan Major sat down in a room along with a squad of soldiers that were under his command. Unfortunately, the battle was taking place in deep space so he and his boys did not have any sort of action to do unless of course the were sent on a boarding mission to take control over the Republic ships. Of course boarding and hijacking enemy ships was something that Tuain enjoyed, but still it was a pretty risk thing and did not always happen.

However, Tuain and his men were ready for anything that was going to get thrown at them as long as they got the chance to blow those pathetic Republic soldiers into small pieces.

The only thing that Tuain had to do now was to wait patiently till his turn hopefully came.

 

[jpchewy01]

"At ease Lieutenant Commander," replied Reed. He examined the pilot. He was typical of pilots his age: laid back and cocky. He reminded Reed of himself at the boy's age. This was making Reed feel old. He looked the pilot in the eye and said, "I trust you've already received your briefing. I just wanted to meet with you personally. I make it a point to get to know the people under my command. My son is ill and you were sent to replace him. You seem like a good soldier. What's your combat record like?"

 

[Raif]

Kola dropped down to parade rest and listened as the captain spoke. He then grinned broadly when he had his opportunity to answer the captain's questions.

"Yes sir, I know my assignment. Me and my boys will keep the Interdictor safe and sound, I promise you that. As for my combat record, I didn't get my wings 'til the end of the last war, sir, so my time's been spent mostly against pirates and smugglers and the like. This will be my first crack at the Big Slugs, but I'll have both tubes filled with salt shakers, I promise you that, sir."

Kola almost said something about being sorry the captain's son had fallen ill, but the truth was he wasn't sorry at all. He wouldn't wish the boy any unpleasantness or anything, but his ailment was allowing Kola to get his first real shot at the enemy.

No, he wasn't sorry at all.

 

[Dravenkt]

Dravenkt had been winding down from his shift of duty when the alarm sounded. Tumbling hastily from his cot alongside the other men in the crew quarters the soldier with practised ease pulled on his armour, clipping and sealing himself in the heavy layers of protective material. In just over a minute he was enclosed in the shell of superhard plastics and metal. He took extra time to change the filters in his helmets rebreather and check the comms. At last his weapons were slotted into place. A heavy blaster pistol, a blaster carbine and the wrist blade that fitted so snugly into his gauntlet.

Space battles were not his nor his men's realm of expertise. They were confined mainly to the act of repelling boarders or launching offensive action of their own against enemy ships. Boarding a ship was a hellish, claustrophobic experince. Shots bounced off the hull walls like rubber and battle was done at a breathless, break neck pace. Dravenkt shifted his gaze to the men who were standing likewise armoured and and ready to go. Dravenkt stalked from one end of the hall to the other, inspecting them. No soldier wanted to be the one who fell foul of him for not maintaining their gear or weapons. "Born killers." Dravenkt barked, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

At a brisk pace Dravenkt marched his squad through the halls, stepping aside as a human wearing the markings of a naval officer hurried past before resuming their run. The Hutt military was by now a well oiled machine and Dravenkt knew his place and his duty, which was to report to a superior officer, in this case one Major Tauin. He found the grizzled old major in a room with his men, waiting patiently for the go. Dravenkt approached him and gave a crisp salute, or as crisp as the heavy, restrictve armour would allow. " Sergeant Najgol reporting to battle station sir." He said in a well disciplined tone.

 

[Natise]

Krya heard the admiral over the intercomm. It was coming. She had waited so long for this. Her chance to prove her self as a pilot, and not just some hutt slut that can slice a persons throat when there not looking. She had trained with ships her entire life, and was dying to fly out and engage with enemy fighters. She always felt a rush while in simulations, but now that it was actually going to happen she could tell that she was going to be felling the rush a lot longer than an hour or two.

Krya began checking her weapondry, in case an on ship battle did happen. Her blades were still as sharp as razors, her throwing knives delicatly placed inside her bag, but more importantly for this battle, her Sniper Rifle. The gun was freshly polished, freshly loaded, and ready to blow some heads off.

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

A noise akin to tearing sounded as the Hutt fleet was pulled from hyperspace. Vorsch stood aboard the bridge of his command vessel, and immediately scanned the area visually as the officer’s aboard with him did so with sensors and other instruments. As he looked out the viewport, he could see what he expected. The Republic.

“How predictable.”, were the only words Vorsch spared for the moment.

He turned his attention to his command screen, waving his hand across the multi-dimensional model as it updated with the newly detected Republic fleet. Immediately he pinpointed the ships in the center of the formations of the Republic, looking to tear them open from the inside, where they thought to be safest. Each Republic vessel began to flash with a dull yellow strobe indicating firing sequence preparation.

“All stations, defensive formation Kilo-31. Bring us within range of the cannons, begin firing when ready.”, ordered Vorsch to the coalition.

The vessels adjusted into a style more fitting Grand Admiral Vorsch’s command. He loved focusing on defense, and picking apart the enemy slowly and efficiently. The vessels powered forward into the dark of space toward the Republic fleet. They came within mass cannon range before the Republic could open a volley, and immediately each vessel’s mass cannon opened fire. The huge slugs would tear into the Republic vessels, bypassing shields and would all but rip their fleet to shreds. Missiles streamed from the tubes of their parent vessels, gleaming in the dull sun as they headed for the Republic ships. If the Republic attempted to get closer in order to return fire, they would only be met by returning turbolaser and ion cannon fire from the Hutt fleet in addition to the already devastating cannons.

 

[Raif]

Kola's meeting with the captain was -thankfully- cut short by the alarm klaxons signaling the enemy had been pulled from hyperspace and was approaching. As the Tarasin sprinted through the passageways towards the hangar, he couldn't help but smile; here he was grateful for the interruption of a group of slugs that he was about to happily shoot down if given even half an opportunity. He had no time to worry about the irony of the situation, however.

He practically flew up and into the cockpit of his fighter, taking but a moment to seal his helmet into place and glance around to see the rest of his squadron were all ready and waiting for him. As he rushed through the pre-flight checklist to get his Jhayed Z8 Athena class fighter ready for the upcoming sortie, he radioed the rest of his fliers for their status checks.

"Red 2, all engines in the green."

"Red 3, ready to roll."

"Red 4, systems optimal"

And so on and so forth down the line they went. All eleven other members of Red Squadron were good to go, and by the time the last pilot - Red 12 - had checked in, Kola himself was engaging his repulsors and lifting off the deck of the hangar. The rest of his squad followed his actions, and as he pushed his craft out into the void of space he once again keyed his squadron frequency.

"Good day, boys and girls! This is your squadron leader speaking, and may I just say a hearty thank-you for choosing to fly Republic Airways today. Now, we are expecting a bit of turbulence in the form of Hutt interlopers, so please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their upright and locked positions, form up into your designated flights, and proceed to the nav point."

Kola's men (and women) were disciplined enough not to clutter up the frequency with any response to his banter, but he knew that he had succeeded in eliciting a grin or maybe even a laugh from most of them. He figured if he could help cut the pre-op tension a bit, and help his fliers get out of their own heads, that could only be for the good.

As the twelve fighters raced through space to their pre-assigned rendezvous point above and slightly ahead of the Interdictor, Kola switched his comm over to reach the commanders of Green and Blue, the other two fighter squadrons under his command. Green had been "in the hot seat" when the Hutt's were pulled out of hyperspace, meaning they were already waiting at the nav point; Blue, like Red, had been forced to quickly suit up and launch, but Kola was glad to see they were not lagging behind at all.

Once he got the "all clear" sign from the other two squadron leaders, signifying that all craft under their command were ready for combat, Kola took a moment to relay the orders that had been quickly passed along to him before he took off.

"Alright gents, here's the deal. We all know Old Doubly Ugly over there-" by this Kola was referring to the Interdictor cruiser, which was not a very aesthetically pleasing warship, "-is the real Belle of this ball, so it's up to us to make sure she has herself a good old time and isn't forced to head home early because of these Hutt rabble-rousers. So, with that in mind, Green and Blue Squadrons will be hanging back in a defensive Box formation. I will be taking Red squadron forward to see if I can't bloody the nose of these slug bastards a bit."

Kola didn't even know for certain if Hutts had noses, but he was on an oratorical roll right now and couldn't be stopped to worry about simple facts like that.

"If anything slips past me and my boys, it will be up to you two and your squadrons to keep it from getting to the Interdictor. Hopefully, though, I'll be able to distract them a bit and as such reap all of the glory, leaving you peons to cower in the shadows."

Kola laughed as he finished, and was pleased to hear both Green and Blue leaders laughing in return. He knew both of the pilots well, having trained with them extensively before this operation, and dearly hoped they would both survive. Green leader - a Bith with a preposterously large, shiny dome of a head - and Blue leader - a fiery-haired Human woman with a serious shyness issue - were both damned good fliers, though, so Kola hoped he had nothing to worry about. The Tarasin sketched them a quick salute which he doubted they could see through his cockpit viewport and switched back over to Red Squadron's tactical frequency.

"Flights, spread out and advance on the Hutt forces. First priority goes to heavy bombers and boarding shuttles. After that, just be smart with your targets, but pay special attention to their long-range guns; we know from last go-round that those cannons can be show-stoppers. Alrighty then...

...once more into the breach!"

Kola shifted shield power to the fore, assured his weapons systems were all powered up, and pushed his throttle forward to rush towards the Hutt fleet.