Liberation of Corellia

[Wayrider]

Yong Ki was uncharacteristicly late, It had taken longer to load the CZ-MCF01 Frigate to the gills with every proton and explosive bomb and torpedo he could find. This was the Arrow a ship they had taken above Ryloth. The only other upgrades he had made to the ship were to add a second generator system for the shields. All of the bombs were rigged on a single frequency dead mans switch. “Gentlemen when we leave hyperspace and have our target selected you will go to your life boat and abandon ship as soon as that target is selected and the auto pilot set.” The guns had all been routed through the helm so only a single target could be fired on as well. He had only 19 crew and himself on board. He exited hyperspace 15 kilometers closer than what was supposed to be his original jump coordinates he saw the green beam feet out from the massive imperial warship. Looking to his crew he ordered them to abandon ship as he entered the auto pilot coordinates himself . He was directly above the ship still traveling at his top speed. He aimed to his ship directly for the center hoping to do the most damage. He knew something had to go wrong, the auto pilot would not engage looking at his first officer Yong Ki said, “I guess I will take this one in on my own.” Drawing his thunder Buster his first officer pointed it directly into the face of the second officer and said, “You will tell our sons how we died here this day.” Nodding the second officer turned and left the bridge with the rest of the crew. Looking at his chief the first officer said, “where you go I go” sitting down at the shield controls. Strapping himself into the pilots seat Yong Ki depressed the guns trigger with his left hand and the dead man’s switch with his right. Every turbo Cannon and ion cannon firing downward directly into the top of the massive Imperial Dreadnaught. His first officer maintaining full power to all of his forward shields the rear shields forgotten Yong Ki closed his helmet and waited for the impact that would destroy His ship and bring an end to the empire, He knew instinctively that he had exited hyperspace too close to the Dreadnaught for anything to stop him he just hoped his crew will be able to get clear of the blast when it occurred.

Jacien Icerider was already planet side she and 166 of the Kjlljk Protectorate Wardens were moving rapidly through the city anything wearing a imperial uniform was fair game they were steamrolled with absolutely no thought of giving any type of quarter. Their goal was the spaceport make sure that nothing was able to leave, here and there she observed locals attacking men in various types of imperial uniforms. Her men would quickly dispatch the imperials during these clashes and then the locals joining her battalion it swiftly swelled the Kjlljk Wardens distinctive by their massive size heavy armor and double barreled blasters stood out as natural leaders for the masses who flocked to them.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia always told herself she would never be involved in space combat. This was one of those things she was simply terrible at. She had never been an ace pilot, and she certainly didn’t have the skills for fleet combat. Nevertheless, she told Caedryn she would follow him, and she was true to her word. He was the most viable candidate for Mand’alor, and she was one of the last high ranked Mandalorians still left alive at the end of all the chaos that had befallen their people.

Ral’s death had been a blow to morale, but they recovered swiftly to carry on the fight. Talia had a solid team of commandos with her as she piloted an assault craft. She had been waiting orders, wincing as they took heavy blows from the Imperial ship. From the sounds of it, this was the infamous man that brought down the Jedi Grandmaster. He also supposedly bombed his own people to death to wipe out a few Jedi. If there was one thing that was guaranteed, it was that Kurtis would show no mercy.

Talia heard Caed’s orders come through, the little pause about blowing up causing her to roll her eyes, “Yeah yeah enjoy giving me orders while you can,” She glanced back as she finally took off, “We have orders to board, boys! Get your big boy pants on because this is sure to be a bitch!” With that, she banked hard towards the massive dreadnought, her ship insignificant compared to everything else that was attacking it actively.

She could see debris begin to float in space, parts and chunks of ships exploding all around. It was a haunting display that reminded her that she could be wiped out with one well placed cannon shot. Talia’s piloting skills no doubt made everyone queasy, and every movement was jerky and barely avoiding collision.

“Sorry sorry! I’ll be much more impressive once we board!” She was beyond embarrassed, the ship whipping upside down when it didn’t need to and randomly veering in directions she didn’t intend. It was very clear this was not her forte, but she struggled through it anyway, most likely resulting in excessive vomiting in the back.

As the dreadnought’s shields all focused to the front, she realized she just had one shot to make her way in. Without hesitation, she whizzed directly for the hangar, angling the assault craft awkwardly to the side and controlling the approach just enough to slide into the hangar, “Please don’t crash please don’t crash please don’t crash..” Alarms were blaring and she winced as she skidded into the hangar.

Though the ship lurched forth and crashed through the other ships there, she and her crew remained unharmed, her ship sliding to a halt. As a wave of troopers immediately began rushing towards them, the ships gunners fired rapidly on them in a spray to take out the entire line. Talia wasted no time, quickly rushing down the exit ramp, “Go go go! Move it!”

The Mandos before her rushed ahead to open up with a volley of attacks as they began their push through the hangar and into the interiors of the ship. As the troopers began to fire back, the Mandos stepped aside just enough to let Talia rush through. She had a grin on her face beneath her helmet as she swung out with a saber the likes of which these men had never seen before. The troopers paused in surprise moments before they were cut down, Talia slicing and dicing with the Darksaber firmly clutched in her hand. Her left hand alternated with it, firing blaster bolts in close range.

As dead bodies were strewn before her, Talia stepped over them to come across a soldier barely alive. She grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall behind him, “I’m Talia Al’Saif. You know what I do to Sith, so imagine what I’ll do to a peon like you. Unless you want me to slowly melt your skin off, you’ll tell me where the missiles bays are.”

Moments later, the man was dead anyway, and Talia was rapidly making her way towards her target. She had the blade in one hand, pistol in another, tapping into her comms to Caed, “Still alive out there? I’m in and alive…for now..” There was the slightest hint of fear in her voice. Fearless and ruthless killer or not, she knew when she was in the lion’s den and flirting with death. She could smell the fear in the men that followed her, “Keep faith, vod, we’ve made it this far.”

@Arclight @Insalius

 

[Nor'baal]

Imperial Special Forces - Inferno Squadron - Commander Ifram Kaane

+++Attention, Boarding in Progress+++ the claxon and accompanying warning spread through the ship, almost as fast as the tangible fear that followed the news of Talia Al’Saif was here. Ifram and the remaining loyalists of Inferno Squadron stood in one of the corridors on the approach to the bridge, his look of contempt concealed by his helmet as men, women - of both fleet and stormtrooper, fled from the sounds of death being doled out by the Mandalorians further down.

”Scum.’’ he snarled through the internal communications channel to the rest of his squad. ”And people wonder why the Empire is on its knees,’’ he began, signalling for the squad to form up and follow him ”...when it rots from within thanks to cowardice.’’ he slammed the butt of his rifle into one of the fleeing officers. ”Get on your feet and fight!’’ he practically roared at the man, who soiled himself and scarpered away.

Forming a fist with his free hand, he dropped to one knee as the squad approached the location of the fighting. His men fell into cover, behind struts, crates - even bodies - the missile bay, and some of the more sensitive areas of the ship behind them. He raised his rifle at the door, hearing screaming and gunfire - and the tell-tale sound of what could only be a saber - behind. ”Inferno Squadron.’’ he was greeted by a wave of clicks and other signs of affirmation over the comms.

”You stand, in times when others flee, desert or turn their backs on this Empire,’’ he began ”...and today, you will be exemplar, you will be the wall against which this attack breaks…’’ some of the men nodded now, their weapons raised at the door ”...no matter what or who comes through that door…’’ he avoided saying Talias name directly ”...they will die, like all the others.’’ he fell silent, adding only one final word over the comms to the Admiral himself.

”Inferno Squadron in position. Nobody shall break apart, what the Emperor has made.’’ he cut the comms, and focused his aim on the door before him. He signalled once more, and the men formed a breaching pattern - two on either side of the door with two columns (four men in total) ready to pile in after the door flankers hand thrown in their grenades.

“Keep faith, vod, we’ve made it this far.” he heard a female say on the other side of the door. ”BREACH!’’ Ifram jabbed his hand down, signalling the attack. The doors opened, the four flankers threw in flashbangs, the four in the column moved in - laying down fire. Finally, the flankers, and Infram himself followed them into the fray - seeking cover where they could.

He fired into the Boarding Party, one, two - three shots.

The Empire would not fall today.

OOC = 8 men, + Ifram.
(Pre-Order, 9 Coffins.)

 

[Arcangel]

The battle was proceeding rapidly, both sides showing no quarter. The fleets were close, the short distance between them lancing with turbolaser fire, a lightshow of imperial green and Mandalorian yellow. Tiny orange blooms marked the deaths of single pilots as the starfighters of the two forces met in vicious dogfights, hundreds of tiny hornets buzzing about the hulls of battleships. The Imperial pilots fought bravely, but could not overcome the superior strength and numbers of the Mandalorian aces. All this was witnessed by Caedryn as he analyzed the Imperial tactics, trying to predict their next move. The deaths of his men weighed heavily upon him, but they were not gone, just marching elsewhere. When the battle was over, tales would be told of their sacrifice and deeds. But for now Caedryn had a battle to win.

"My Liege, the command Dreadnought... its seems to be... transforming sir." The uncertain voice of a junior officer drawing his attention back to the enemy command ship. His eyes widened in shock as the officers words rung true, the ship's knife edged sides opening up. A flurry of turbolasers shot past the Vizsla fleet to target Duke Skirata's newly arrived forces, the Imperials seeking to bloody them before they could truly join the battle. "It transforms?! What is this, some sort of battle station in disguise?" Aghast with shock, things just got worse as alarms signaled an imminent hyperspace reversion. "Imperial fleet sir! Dropping in beh- ... Uh, incoming transmission sir, from the Imperial fleet commander."

The visage of the enemy commander, a Shistavanian wearing the uniform of Grand Admiral floated before Caedryn, the turbolaser radiation that crossed the void between them interfering slightly with the transmission, causing the blue image to shimmer and fade intermittently. "Duke Caedryn Viszla, my name is Grand Admiral Kurtis DuValle. Welcome to the end of the Empire. I've always respected the Mandalorian Dominion far more than the Republic and under better circumstances I would have liked to have tested myself against your forces on a more equal playing field. If you have come seeking blood and glory then I offer it to you in spades. Come, your Grace, let us have a battle that the galaxy will never forget. Perhaps we may even be able to meet face to face, if the fates so choose. Show me the pride and power of the Mandalorians and I will show you the fire and conviction of the true Imperial Navy. Good hunting, your Grace." The transmission ended before Caedryn had a chance to respond, though the smile that broke across the Duke's face under his helmet was of genuine joy."Yes, it will be a battle told of for ages to come." Speaking to himself as his attention drew to the enemy Corvettes which had began to accelerate to ramming speed. "Focus all fire on the Corvettes!" A hastily shouted command that rang of urgency. Whatever this gambit was, Caedryn had no plans of finding out.

Turbolaser batteries shifted, gunners moving their targeting reticules to fire upon the priority targets. The turbolaser batteries of his ship spat yellow fire at the suicide-ally brave ships. It was just then however that another ship dropped out of hyperspace, locked on to the Dreadnought in what seemed to be a suicide run, no doubt packed full of explosives. "Talia..." A panicked gasp escaped his throat as realization hit him. "Gunners target that ship! Just do it!" Stifling protests as the turbolasers moved once again, their fire streaking across the sky to intercept it in an overwhelming barrage. You're a brave pilot whoever you are, but Talia's on the-. The thought cut short as a massive explosion ripped through the ship, sending Caedryn tumbling to the ground. Almost immediately following the blast of the explosives laden Corvette that had obliterating the Akaan Calyarnr's shields and ruined its fore armor came another wave of smaller explosions, missiles and torpedoes that had made it through the point defense array.

The sound of emergency klaxons awoke Caedryn, the blasts having shook the ship enough knock him out for a few seconds. The bridge crew scattered the command room in various states of distress. Crawling to his feet, Caedryn pulled up a damage report on a cracked screen, internal sensors indicating that the blast had cracked the main reactor shielding, which was rapidly overheating. "Abandon ship! Scrambling to aid the injured bridge crew escape. As the last few left the bridge, a voice called out from among the wreckage. Sir... An assault shuttle from the Karyatesa awaits you in the hanger." Rushing over to the voice, he found the young Wren officer shakily making her way to the captain's chair, her helmet abandoned to reveal a young and intelligent face pale from blood loss. "No, this is it for me. Go give the Imps a good thrashing sir." Waving Caedryn away as he attempted to help her, a piece of railing sticking out from between her abdomen plates. "Your deeds will be told for generations." Nodding solemnly and clapping a hand on her shoulder as she set a course for one of the Avenger-class Cruisers, the reactor meltdown timer giving her just enough precious seconds to be able to make impact.

Walking away from the woman whose martyrdom would be remembered, Caedryn broke into a run. The hallways were mostly empty, debris and bodies strewn but most of the living crew had evacuated already. The hull began to vibrate as the redlining engines roared, the warship jerking as it accelerated for the last time. As promised, a fully loaded and warmed up Fist-class Assault Transport awaited Caedryn, ready to go with a full boarding team. "Go go go!" Shouting as the gangway raised behind him, the transport rising up and pulling out of the hangar to race towards the enemy command ship. Behind them, the Akaan Calyarnr barreled towards the Cruiser, its prow penetrating the cruisers hull before both ships were consumed in a brilliant explosion. The transport rocked back and forth as the pilot dodged incoming fire, a squadron of Mandalorian Hawk fighters forming up on the Dukes shuttle to deliver him safely to his destination. Patching into the ships comms, Caedryn pushed through a transmission to Duke Skirata. "Skirata, My flagship has been destroyed and i am en route to board the enemy command ship, i give command of the fleet to you. Give them hell... and make sure theirs still a fleet for me to come back to once im done in there. Vizsla out."

The ship rocked once more as a flurry of laser fire glanced against its shields. Pulling into the Dreadnoughts hangar, Caedryn was glad to see that he was not the first Mandalorian to make landfall inside the Dreadnought. Talia's assault transport was present as well, though signs indicated that their landing was much rougher than Caedryn's. The ships crew had managed to right the transport and were hastily slapping repairs on the ship. As his squad hustled off the transport, a transmission from Talia echoed in Caedryn's ears. "Yeah i'm alive, barely. This wolfs a wily one, took out my destroyer so i boarded his ship. Maybe i'll see you around." An almost visible wink was implied at the end as he cut the transmission. Finding an intercom terminal, Caedryn patched through to the bridge. "Grand Admiral Kurtis DuValle, this is Duke Caedryn Vizsla. My fleet can handle yours so i decided to come here personally to accept your challenge as the fates have decided. Expect me on your bridge shortly."

The other two Kandossis had survived the Pelora's Gambit, one managing to down both Corvettes targeting it with ease, while the other managed to destroy the automated bomb ship. But with its shields directed full forward, its engines had been exposed and taken out by the skim by Corvette. While it had easily dispatched the remaining two corvettes, the engines were crippled for the fight. Switching all engine power to weapons and shields, the Kandosii unleashed a torrential barrage of turbolaser fire on the remaining Empyreal, just as the bombing run pushed its way through. Explosions pitting the surface of the Star Destroyer, the ship and its crew would soon find themselves out of the battle.

@Insalius @Sreeya @Wayrider

 

[Nor'baal]

Impromptu Corellian Resistance - Red Squadron - Ace Astral Squadron Commander Ace Astral

The sheer firepower of the Dominator Class SSD seemed to have stalled the advance, but as the energy dissipated, and commanders came to terms with the damage it had caused, military training kicked in. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Red Squadron - however, what they lacked in Military Training, they made up for in grit. ”Focus Red Two, bring yourself back into formation.’’ Ace instructed over the comms. ”Hell, we’ve seen worse?’’ his dark humour dripped through their channels.

”Kark that Boss, I mean Red One.’’ the reply was simple, yet cut to the bone. They clearly, are in over their heads. Banking hard, they moved rapidly into the flank of the Imperial fighters engaged with the Mandalorian Aces - as per the instruction of their now-fleet commander, Caedryn. They managed to get through with little scare or injury, more due to the prowess of the Mandalorians, and their own personal blind luck.

It was then that the second fleet jumped in behind the Mandalorians ”Talk about overkill eh?’’ his second-in-command laughed down the comms. ”Must be scared shitless of us boys!’’ Ace replied, to a groan from Red Two. Their revere however was cut short, with the vast explosion that shook the Akaan Calyarnr forcing Red Squadron off course. The three of them entered into an uncontrolled spin through the debris that now surrounded the ship.

”Feth.’’ spat Ace, breaking the ship out of the spin by deliberately clipping it off a destroyed Imperial Fighter. ”Red Squadron, Report.’’ he managed to send out to his team. ”Red Two, checking in.’’ his second replied, appearing back in formation on his flank. ”Sorry Boss.’’ Red Three checked in, his breath ragged. ”I think I’m out.’’ he added, his voice brave despite his situation. Red Three was trailing smoke, a lattice of thin cracks breaking over the screen of its piloting pit. It was over soon after, the screen shattering - Red Three left to the mercy of space.

”Apoli Ehin Doaba.’’ Ace said down the communications, Old Corellian seeming to be the only language to offer such words. ”You alright boss?’’ Red Two came in. Ace just sent back a click in reply, and ordered the remaining two man squad to form up, and make for the collapsing Mandalorian vessel behind them. ”Follow that transport, if what I know of those Mandos is true, I think we can guess what they are after.’’

Revenge. he thought, moving the Squad to appear on either flank of Viszlas ship. The transport was escorted, but Red Squadron would still serve a purpose. A small element of Imperial Fighters was moving, and moving fast, on the Transport - but Red Squadron was moving faster, and would exact their tally.

They came from above the Imperials, a single shot from Red One disintegrating the central cockpit of their lead fighter, before he moved beneath the explosion, and spun upwards through the flames, taking out another fighter. ”Viszla, do what you need to do,’’ he opened a comm channel (@Arclight) his voice unnervingly calm ”...we’ve got your back.’’ he finished, punching off two more shots as he spun up in front of the Mandalorians transport, wiping out two fighters, whilst Red Two matched his tally behind.

Ace, in Red One, arced high over the Transport containing Vizsla, banking right as Red Two met his arc and banked away, their manoeuvre intersecting midway, allowing them to finish the last two fighters as they finished, and returned to their flanking position. ”You know what they say,’’ Red Two started over the open comm, so even the Mandalorians could here ”...Mandos can take the ground.’’

”Corellia will take the skies.’’ Ace, and Red Two said in unison, as they dipped their wings to one another, and accelerated ahead.

 

[AutoFox]

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Triter Zonne grunted with exertion, pulling at a burned-out component in the ship's engine regulator which refused to come loose. Finally, it sparked, jolting the Amaran, who yelped and jerked his hand, suddenly pulling it free. Cursing and muttering, he produced a fresh component and slammed it into the empty socket with a click.
The console hummed, and the remaining warning lights all turned green. Triter let out a noise of triumph.
"Tisa! We're mobile again! How're sensors?"
Below, the Triter's Rodian co-pilot slammed an access panel on her readout closed, flicking a switch. She flashed the Amaran a thumbs-up.
"Good to go down here! Now let's get moving again, yeah?"
Wordlessly, Triter swiveled his seat back around and belted himself in, his hands falling and tightening on the controls. He moved up the throttle, aiming the twin-hulled pinnace back into the fray.
"Hold onto your sweet ass!"
Outlaw Squadron was not quite what it had been when they had entered the system. Quite a number of pilots had joined up when they had set out from Kirima, but not all were of the same quality. The squadron had been thinned out in engagements with Imperial fighters, but they pressed on regardless, and those who survived had accounted for themselves many times over.
"Outlaw Leader this is Outlaw 4! Your IFF just came back, can you hear me?!"
Triter grinned ferally, firing his cannons at a Sith fighter which had fallen in behind what looked like a Mandalorian ship, shredding it and moving on. He worked his way toward the dreadnought, which by all indications was taking a serious beating from the assembled fleets.
"This is Outlaw Leader, yeah we just got our systems back! Gimme a sit-rep!"
The comm crackled as an explosion blossomed in Triter's periphery. He looked over to see a Sith capital ship being rammed by a Mandalorian, both ships rapidly being consumed in a massive explosion.
"The Mandalorians are here! The Protectorate is here! The Impies just had a whole 'nother fleet arrive! The Mando flagship just suicided, but their leader got off and went to board the dreadnought!"
Triter shook his head in disbelief. He reached over to adjust his targeting computer, checking the new IFF readouts.
"Alright, this is getting crazy! Outlaw Squadron, new mission! We're going to keep those Impie fighters off the Mando transports! They can't take down that dreadnought if they're space dust!"
He leaned forward in his seat, grinning ferally.
"This is Outlaw Leader, Triter Zonne, to whatever Mandalorians are en route to the enemy capital ships! Until you reach your targets, you are under the protection of Outlaw Squadron, and the Starry Death's Head!" He reached up, briefly closing his hand around the Ossein emblem he wore, before offering a traditional salute. "Victory over darkness! ZAR BELK!!"

 

[Minuteman75]

The battle grew more chaotic with every minute it seems. Knuckles griping at the controls Rens twist and turn to knock off the two Sith fighters on his tail, but they persisted, their laser shots tearing into the military grade shields he just had installed a week ago. Turning on the intercom, he called out to Deb.

“Fire back Deb!”

“Your fancy flying is ruining my aim.”

Grunting in respond he swerved to the right then to the left. Behind him the pursing enemy made the mistake of getting too close to the freighter’s rear-side from above only for Deb clip at one fighter’s wings, causing the craft to spin out of control and collided with his partner into a fiery death. Deb at the top gun yelled a victory cheer, heard by Rens on the intercom who just smiled. It was that moment he spotted from the side of the cockpit, the Mandalorian flagship in the far distance crashing into of the Imperial ships, destroying both in an great ball of inferno.

Rens Ahim choked at the very sight, thinking.

So this is what war is? It’s...it’s...hell.

Even though Rens Ahim had lived in an galaxy at war for a few years he never been in a battle before until now. He began to freeze, thinking of what could happen to him and Deb, until she called back in.

“Rens what are you doing? Keep going or we’re dead.”

“Right sorry about that, it’s just...”

“I know Rens, believe me I know but the squadron needs us now. Focus on that.”

Nodding silently he flew back into the battle, receiving Triter’s new orders. Acknowledging it through the comm channel Rens Ahim forward the throttle, increasing speed. Detecting a Mando transport flying toward a enemy captial ship below the dreadnought, Rens came at its right upper flank in escort formation with another Outlaw ship on the opposite side. Enemy turret fire bombarded their approach, diving down for one of the hanger bays.

Almost there cmon.

Rens squeezed down the trigger, letting loose with laser shots with his fellow escort at the some of the turrets in range to keep attention off the transport. A moment later the other Outlaw vessel burst into flames but the Mando boarding craft rushed into the hanger while Rens turned away at the last the few seconds.

“Make it count.”

Rens whispered to the warriors that now boarded another Imperial ship.

 

[Insalius]

The fight was going even better than he had hoped. No, he was still going to lose, but he had been given the chance to face the closest thing that the Mandalorians had to a leader in single combat. Kurtis' tactical mind was not limited to just naval combat, he had trained himself to strategize and analyze everything around him and of himself as well. He wouldn't have been chosen for Inferno Squad for anything less, after all. The battle at Ziost had met him at a time when he had neglected his melee training, though events after it had led him back on the path of honing both mind and body. He had learned to wield a lightsaber from his lover and had been sparred for his life against members of the Emperor's own Honor Guard, one of which was currently on his way to delay the incursion from other Mandalorians. Most importantly, though, Kurtis knew himself and what his body could do, developing his own form of fencing combat based off that analyzation. If he could read his opponent, he would have a good chance at victory despite only wearing the uniform of a Grand Admiral. At this point in the fight, armor was useless. The lighter clothing would allow him to be more mobile anyway.

Turning to the guards on the bridge, he gave them their last orders. "Evacuate the ship. make sure all non-essential personnel are allowed to escape. Do not engage the Mandalorians, even if they fire on you. Take an alternate route instead." These words were relayed to every soldier besides his loyal companions in Inferno Squad, knowing that they had signed on with him to see this fight through to the end. He activated the comms to the hallways where Duke Viszla would be traveling, tracking his movement via hologram. "Allow me to guide you to the bridge, this ship is of my own design and is non-standard of other imperial craft. Also, any soldiers you meet will be helping in evacuation and will not fire upon you and your men as you go. Do as you will but they are ordered to not return fire if you choose to attack. Follow the markers and I will be waiting." He switched off the comms, looking at the display of the battle around him as if he were standing right in its midst. This would truly go down as one of the largest battles in the history of the galaxy, neither side giving any quarter and fighting with all of their hearts. This could only have happened with the Sith not involved, making the Grand Admiral glad that the Emperor were not here to complicate the purity of their fight.

Kurtis would only turn around when Caedryn made his way to the bridge, the Mandalorian's first sight of which would be like walking into the depths of space itself. His cane discarded, the Grand Admiral would stand with a straight back and his hands clasped behind his back as his two lightsabers hung obviously from his belt as his only weapons. "Welcome, your Grace. My apologies for the men I've slain. The Empire falls this day, but to do so without a fight would only cheapen that which comes next. If I had let the Republic fleet continue on it's course, it could have led to many civilian deaths, hence my attempt to keep their attention here in space. Here, we may fight to the last boiling drop of our blood and the innocent shall remain safe." About to continue, a sudden shocked voice from his command crew cut through the momentary silence. "Admiral, we've just received word that Emperor Malon's flagship has crashed on Jakku! He is reported...slain, sir. I-I think that means...It means that you..." A sharp wave of Kurtis' hands stopped the words from being uttered. "There is no more Empire, so there is no need for a new Emperor. I would not want the title, anyway. If I die here, it will be as a Soldier protecting those who cannot protect themselves."

With a slow and deliberate movement, Kurtis removed the lightsabers from his belt and turned them on. His right glowed an ethereal shade of amethyst while the other in his left was a strongly burning silver color. His eyes burned with conviction, blood boiling with the thrill of battle, and his mind was watching everything that the Duke was doing to analyze with a strategist's intellect. He was no mere intellectual genius, he was a true Tactician in all aspects of life. If Caedryn thought he would be fighting a scientist or mere officer, he would be mistaken. "My name is Kurtis DuValle, Grand Admiral of a fallen Empire and the leader of Inferno Squadron. If you wish to speak more, let it between blows in glorious combat. Let our blades sing in honor as the galaxy burns as hot as the blood in our veins!" He bent his knees, right lightsaber held low by his waist as it pointed out towards his opponent with the elbow just slightly bent. The left lightsaber was held behind his back, ready to move for a variety of reasons from a counter to a surprise thrust depending on Caedryn's move. He would let the Mandalorian strike first, his stance one of experienced combat and practice. Now was the time for the true final fight. If he were a pious man, Kurtis would have offered a prayer to the only god of worth he had even even considered, the one that his opponent most likely revered as well. Instead, he would show this man the flames of his conviction.
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[Wayrider]

Yong Ki, was pushed off his intended course by the barrage coming from the Mandolorian Ship. Instead of a direct impact he crashed into the outer quarter of the port side the Dreadnaught. The resulting explosion took out all of the Dreadnaughts guns on the port side as well as the Empyrial class Star Destroyer on it’s flank the secondary explosions from the Empyrial Star destroyer taking out yet and additional Corvette that was directly below it. The total results of the ramming of his bomb laden frigate into the Dreadnaught and it’s resulting collateral damage would be never known to him his last thought was the Empire is done now.
OOC. Exit all threads Yong Ki Firechild K.I.A.

Jacien Icerider cried out and stumbled when she felt the Giant Wookie’s death through the Force. Ten giant Wardens closed ranks around her protecting her their General. Each knew that something terrible had happened the grief radiating palpably from her. For three generations Yong Ki had been a huge part of her family. Her face hardened as she stood and began striding forward. As first her pistols then her Wardens blaster ran out of ammunition she simply dropped them snatching new light sabers from the bodies of Sith and Legionnaires. Soon she had a total of six light sabers in her hands. If they fired at her she slapped it back down its trajectory into the imperials , if they threw it at her she snatched it with the Force and hurled it back at them. She became a six armed path of destruction with absolutely no appearance of any emotion only A Force user would realize how close she was to the edge so great was her grief. She and her Wardens strode into The spaceport her numbers having quadrupled with the infusion of locals arming themselves from the bodies of the fallen Imperials.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia grimaced the moment the doors opened, suggesting that a group of people would soon be upon them, “Incoming!” Even that didn’t protect against the abrupt flashbang grenades. Talia had to duck for cover, her entire group temporarily blinded as bolts rang out. The surprise was well executed, a few of her commandos taking heavy damage, two of them dropping dead almost instantly. Talia cursed inwardly, hoping Caed and his crew would be able to join them soon.

Talia felt a bolt graze along her shoulder, and she unleashed her flamethrower directly into the narrow passage through the door. The abrupt flames would engulf anyone coming through the door to press on them and would hopefully stall them from shooting at her group. By then, the flashbang’s effects finally wore off and they could properly see everything again.

She engaged the incoming squadron at once, whipping out the Darksaber once more. Instead of chasing after them, she allowed them to pool into the chamber they were in. Talia engaged one of the flanking soldiers, two of her men open firing on Ifram directly. She swung the blade up to cut through the arm of the soldier she was fighting, her left pistol coming up to blast a hole directly into his chest. As he fell, Talia slammed her hand in as if launching one more attack. In reality, she punched a thermal det directly into the newly formed crevice from the blast. The dead body toppled backwards with an explosive planted out of sight.

Talia commed her unit so only they could hear, “Jets up,” With that, she abruptly activated her jetpack and tilted forward, whizzing directly through the doors into the room the squad came from. The rest of her unit did the same, all in separate directions and giving the squadron no time to react or understand what was going on. A moment later, there was a massive explosion as the thermal det went off with enough force to wipe out most of the people that had come to engage her and her commandos.

@Nor'baal @Insalius @Arclight

 

[Darasuum]

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Mandalorian Dominion 2nd Fighting Force - Duke Donar Jay Skirata M.D.

The holo-projector showed the Caedryn (@Arclight ) before Donar. The two warriros greeted one another before cordinatinig the next course of action "These frigates aren't called 'cleaver' classes for nothing." He used the consoles nearby to direct the ships of his foltilla. Initially the weapons were dampened by the shields but soon whole levels of the ships were blasted away revealing the slagged super structures beneath. This seemed to only spark the attention of the dreadnought beyond. Course corrections and weapons were moved in to take on the new arrivals whilst the small craft assisted by intercepting the enemy's squadrons. Even the Spine dropships had enough firepower to hammer the shields of the capital craft before moving down through Corellia's atmosphere.

The Kjlljk Protectorate had arrived as well and they were bringing their own ordnance to bear. Donar made sure that an open line of communication was linked with all present allies to keep unit cohesion. "<Return fire on their flanks!>" Pointing his gauntleted hand to emphasize his command. They wouldn't be able to assist if they took too much damage. The Cleaver class frigates were the enemy's primary targets but the snapper class corvettes together wrought enough destruction of their own. Compared to the mandalorian ships the imperial capital craft were sluggish. Coming in at a different direction from Caedryn's fleet had meant any forward facing shields left their backs exposed.

"<don't shoot our own. direct fire only towards the dreadnought's engines so it can't manouvre>" he caught the tag on the holo-display that there was a boarding action going on within the confines of the imperial behemoth. The fleet kept moving, using the speed it had to tank the incoming fire. What turbo-laser fire did impact was weathered. These ships were hardy like the men and women that manned them and they could dish out just as much as they got.

It was chaotic but like the emergency room of a hospital Donar knew how to deal with carnage. One thing came after another. "<Duke Vizsla's ship, it's out of the fight sir.>" They were losing ships but as if to follow the officer's words Caedryn contacted his ship once again giving him command. "Understood. We'll try not to blow that monster up with you inside it." He gazed for a moment at the sizeable vessel. It just drew one's attention. Wreckage drifted between the two ships indicating its true size. The enemy corvettes that were destroyed exploded violently indicating their true purpose.

Following this he gave an order to open communications with the Protectorate ( @Mad Dog ) "Tell your small craft to keep distance from those corvettes. If you can flank them on their right side and from below. They're still focused on our primary fleet and we'll hit them high and left." He knew they would be dealing with the reinforcements that seemed to have mitigated their losses somewhat. He could only fathom how things were going on the surface. The impact of a bomb laden frigate (@Wayrider ) did not escape the doctor's attention either.

The U-class frigates now under his command would keep the Ziost defense force busy and trade punches while the remaining 'corellian' imperial presence was eliminated save for the dreadnought. The remaining Kandoshii dreadnoughts would assist in the recovery escape pods and get them back in the fight but stay at range. The rigid class corvettes would harass the flanks of the reinforcements Donar's fleet unloaded the ground troops to help the surface. Thousands of mandalorian commandos devote to House Skirata were going to bring the revolution the sorry imperials still making an effort to fight on the surface. "<Send two snapper corvettes to hit weapon emplacements with their turbolasers here, here and here.> He knew the gunners and crew of the corvettes were experts at their job. They never slowed down and always hit their mark. There was nothing like a turbo-laser barrage to sooth the sound of stationary weapon emplacements. That would assure them a foothold on the ground.

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[AutoFox]

Triter jinked and weaved, occasionally letting loose with a salvo of blaster bolts to take down a Sith fighter, scanning the battlefield with his eyes and sensors alike to keep himself appraised of the battle's progress. Powerful as the Sith forces were, it was plain that they were beginning to struggle against the combined might of the Mandalorians, the Protectorate and the Republic Remnant. The Corellian garrison fleet was all but destroyed, only its powerful dreadnaught flagship holding firm against the onslaught, although it was doubtful it would much longer.
"This is Outlaw Leader!" Triter called, adjusting his comm. "Good work! New mission! The Corellian garrison fleet is almost finished! If we can take that dreadnaught, we'll have done it, and we'll only have the Ziost fleet to deal with!"
He motioned to Tisa, who broadcast a holo of the gigantic Sith ship to the other members of the squadron.
"Unless you're otherwise engaged, that's where I want all of you! The Mandos have already boarded this hulk, but we're not going to leave anything to chance! Focus your fire on point-defense systems and the engines, and if you can take a shot at that main cannon, do it! The last thing we need is to have that piece firing into the melee!"
He angled his ship, diving toward the huge arrowhead shape.
"Outlaw Squadron, these Impie bastards may have started this war, but we are here to finish it! If we win here, we can do that! Now... charge!!"

 

[Nor'baal]

Imperial Special Forces - Inferno Squadron - Commander Ifram Kaane

”Incoming.’’ the frantic shout was to be expected, and Ifram moved with all haste into his position, dropping targets as he made his entry. He shot one of the two men who had fallen, another member of his squad claiming the second as his own. Ifram - for what it was worth - fired a single shot through the throat of his target, the Commando falling with a soft gurgle as the blaster bolt left its fatal mark.


He ducked back however, as a curtain of flame passed around his team - effectively stalling them just as much as their flashbangs has rendered the same to their enemies. Inferno Squadron however, were not mere rookies - not some fresh cadet looking to make their mark on the field - and as such they responded with professionalism born of experience in the field.

One of his newer members however was caught unprepared, as the Darksaber felled him with a simple sweep, Talias pistol doing the rest. Ifram aimed, and fired a single shot at Talia, as she rammed what appeared to be some sort of object into the chest cavity of his fallen comrade - but was forced to duck into a roll to avoid fire from her Commandos. He rolled to the left of the attackers, rose to a knee and shot them both in the legs and feet - a final coup de grâce in each of their heads finishing them as they fell.

Ifram was however, not prepared for what happened next, as his squad, minus one member thanks to Talia, found themselves lessened further - as another of their number practically blew apart when the Thermal Detonator went off. Another member dropped to his knees as the explosion ripped apart the body in which it was held, shock proving his downfall. ”Jets up,’’ the instruction was unexpected, and the kneeling Inferno member was caught unawares and killed as the Mandalorian Commandos took flight, in sporadic directions.

”Enough.’’ Ifram was having none of it, and as soon as he heard the instruction, he threw himself into a dive drawing his knife as he did so, his rifle strap hanging the weapon at his side - tackling Talia as she took flight toward the door, intending to take her out of the air, and smash the both of them into the doorframe, or back to the floor, whichever was easier to get to or nearer. As he made contact with her, he would smash his knife into her wrist mounted flamer, and damage it as best he could - seeking to take it out of the fight.

As they made contact with the wall, door or floor, he would attack - smashing his helmeted head into hers, and drive his free hand around her neck. No matter how this ended, it would not be pretty, and Ifram had no intention of fighting honorably.

OOC - Three Coffins filled. Any edits needed, let me know.

 

[Darasuum]

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"Invest in corellia they said...what could go wrong they said..." The Nagai said with a sardonically. "what was that sir?" came the voice of his protocol droid and all round lacky. He had named the droid Bleacher because the primary function he had found for him was to clean up after his bloody killing sprees which often required copious amounts of cleaning products. "You missed one." He said as he stepped over the corpse of the humanoid. Zeff wasn't really sure what species it had been since it didn't have a head anymore. The droid moved to drag the limp body by the feet and off to one side of the bridge.

Walking over to the captain's chair he had a seat before standing up soon after. ew...it's warm... It looked like he would be standing for the remaining part of the fight. The hammer-head class corvette was just what he needed. While he had his desires to keep his interests on Corellia he also wanted to send a message to the Sith Empire. Zeff had been one of the original Dark Knights of Sin and had left the Brotherhood when it had become the Empire. The Nagai had a few bones to pick with the empire and the people who still bolstered its ranks. Today he would get that all out in the open and satisfy his itch. Having arrived on the ship thanks to his contacts and guile the two-ring shadow syndicate member either mind-tricked or killed his way to the bridge. Today the small group of nifarious individuals would assist him in his endeavor. The sparse 'republic remnants' were running skeleton crews at minimal capacity and overrunning them from the inside was not troublesome.

Hitting the controls in front of him he maximized the speed of the ship. The groaning hull of the ship was filled with music and broadcasting the song on all open channels. A wry smile etched onto the devious face of the perpetrator behind the cacophony. The ship was going at maximum speed and was on a swooping course that would curve around behind the Ziost defense force with one of the Empyreal class star destroyers as the target. It was a pretty simple plan and maybe someone would end up using the tactic in the future. Zeff Exach, the Eastern Incubus, the Boogieman did not think about that sort of thing. Instead he just wanted to send his foes to oblivion. He wasn't really sure what to say as he held the acceleration to its maximum speed but he could think of a few but instead he just laughed maniacally.

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[Minuteman75]

Rens was just finishing his third escort when Outlaw leader called in again. What gotten his attention the most was the hologram of the dreadnought, fed into his cockpit’s interface. Where most people balk at the task of jumping into a such metal behemoth, the young Mon Cal grinned in excitement. For him this was a chance at action, no make that decisive action.

“Copy that Outlaw Leader, we’re on our way.”

“Are we really going into that thing?”

Sighing at his lover’s reluctance, Rens answered back to the intercom.

“Deb, the sooner we help Triter screw up that big gun, the sooner this battle is finished.”

“More like you get yourself drunk on free Corellian ale while living up on the hero worship.”

Deb retorted before adding.

“Fortunately you’re half as good at flying as running your mouth.”

A flirting grin displayed on Rens’ face even though he knew that Deb couldn’t see it. He dived the freighter down, joining Triter in his trench run. Soon Rens positioned himself at Triter’s rearside while they continued to speed forward.

“We’ve cover your back Leader. Now let’s go gun busting!”

Back at the top gun Deb, groaned at her boyfriend’s pun but kept her sights on above for any Sith fighters.

 

[Arcangel]

Cutting the transmission to the bridge, Caedryn turned to look out the hangar bay a final time before embarking deep into the ship. He mourned the deaths of his friends and comrades, and those who would soon die during the battle while he undertook the task of cutting the head off the snake. It was only with luck, and the skill of a few prodigious pilots that he himself had survived the vicious dogfight that was occurring outside the rather flimsy safety of the Dreadnought. "Thanks for the safe delivery Outlaw Squadron, Red Squadron, give 'em hell boys." Transmitted to the brave men who got him through the chaos. "Hell of a pilot." He muttered to himself before turning back to the task at hand, accepting a Nova-70 blaster rifle from one of his commandos as they secured the hallway directly outside the hangar and began their infiltration of the ship.

The group didn't make it far before a voice carried over the intercom system of the Dreadnought. The Grand Admiral himself seemed more than eager to get the duel over with, even ordering the men in his way to stand down and guiding the way to the bridge. "Second squad, split off and group up with Talia and her commandos, the rest of you stick with me to stand as witness to the duel." Confused but not one to pass up an easier path, sending reinforcements seemed the reasonable thing to do with the promise of no resistance on his way to the bridge. Caedryn wasn't suicidal however, and retained a twelve man squad to escort him to the bridge, cautiously following the markers that the Grand Admiral lit up in the hallways. There was nothing stopping the man from leading them into a death trap, barring his honor.

A final door slid open to reveal the Dreadnoughts bridge. The massive space didn't have the usual observation windows that allowed the commander to survey the battle. Instead of windows were screens, which displayed the battle in great detail. Great detail which revealed to him that Donar had ordered the Vizsla fleet to suicidally disengage from the still very much alive and dangerous Dreadnought so that his own fleet could swoop in and steal the glory. "Di'kut." He muttered loudly before activating his comlink while turning off his helmets external speakers, beginning a transmission to the transports in the bridge. "Pilot, patch me through to the bridge of the Asalaramir, immediately." "Yes sir, transmission relayed." "Captain, why in haran is the fleet disengaging?"

The Captain of the Asalaramir seemed to hesitate for a moment before responding. "Duke Skirata's orders my liege..." Trailing off with the tone of a man who didn't want to criticize superiors. "Di'kut, Kark'ibac. I am retaking command of the Vizsla fleet. Should i fall in this duel or contact is lost, you will take command of the fleet. The Fleet will re-engage with the Dreadnought, focus all firepower on the fore, pound the shields into oblivion. U frigates will fire strictly ion torpedoes. Take the Asalaramir and half the support ships and get below the Dreadnought, get an angle past that deflector shield. Detach one Corvette and a squadron of fighters for search and rescue. Relay to Duke Skirata that i am rescinding his command of the Vizsla fleet. I will keep this line open to relay further commands, enjoy your eavesdropping Captain."

Reactivating his helmets speaker, he turned his attention back to the Grand Admiral who had been addressing him during the exchange. "Duke Caedryn Vizsla at your service Grand Admiral. I apologize for my lack of attention, but it seems a matter of incompetence needed correction on my side of the battle. You seem to be an honorable man, in another life i'm sure you would have made a fine Mandalorian. My soldiers here will witness and remember our duel." With a quick salute of a fist over his chest, he tossed the Nova 70 rifle he had been toting to one of his men and drew his vibrosword. The long blade came to a tapered point, and a phrik crossguard protected his gauntleted hands from the deadly plasma blades that his enemy wielded. While he had his own lightsabers, he preferred the weight of durasteel and phrik, the leather bound hilt intimately comfortable in his hands.

Walking forward, blade held in two hands in a middle guard, he closed the distance between himself and the Grand Admiral at a leisurely pace. Though his helmet didn't move, he took the opportunity to survey the room and the battle unfolding outside the Dreadnought, eyes flicking to and fro behind the T-visor of his helmet. His opponents stance betrayed some knowledge of swordplay, though Caedryn was surprised not to detect a hint of command of the force from the man despite the pair of lightsabers he wielded. Not too surprised however, with the war having lasted for nearly a decade it wasn't uncommon for the rare individual untouched by the force to come into possession of such a weapon.

"A pair of lightsabers, in the hands of the Grand Admiral of the Sith Empire. Don't tell me i get the honor of dueling a Sith as well as an Admi-" His words cut off the moment he came close enough to launch a strike, his right foot forward and body in position so that the tip of his could blade could just reach the mans upper forearm if he fully extended. His blade chopped down in a short motion, the majority of the movement in the wrists as he attempted to knock his opponents blade farther down before partially extending his arms in a short snappy thrust at the Admiral's wrist, the vibrating edge would slice like a hot knife through butter if it contacted flesh or bone. There would be no lingering of his blade however, and in one fluid motion the thrust would be withdrawn, his hands holding the hilt of his blade to hover near his abdomen, the blade with the barest hint of an upward angle as its point aimed directly at the Admiral's heart.

@Insalius @Darasuum

 

[Insalius]

Empyreal-class Star Destroyer Invincible, Ziost Defense Force

"Grandfather, isn't this enough!? You have to evacuate, you could die!" The auburn-haired woman fought back tears even as she knew the man wouldn't listen, having grown up with the man since her parents had died in their own battles serving the Empire. Admiral Magnus shook his head, giving his granddaughter Hellena a gentle smile as his ship rained it's turbolasers and ion cannons upon it's foes. "It is the point of all this. Our final mission as proud soldiers of the Empire, and the Sacred Band of Ziost before it. The Sith pursued whatever power and agenda they chose, yet it was up to us to protect the people from those that would harm them just for being under our name. Isn't your documentary all about bringing this to light, dear?"

It was true, Hellena Harlowe was an up-and-coming HNN reporter who had decided to make her big break in the industry by giving an account of the history of her grandfather, one of the oldest soldiers still serving in the Imperial Navy. She had stubbornly pushed her way onto the Invincible when the older man had commandeered it along with the rest of the remaining fleet at Ziost, determined to not only get her story but to look after he beloved grandfather. The carnage going on outside, while being recorded by her camera crew for posterity, didn't affect her nearly as much as the thought of losing the one thing in her life that had seemed so permanent to her. "You promised you'd watch it with me when it aired, you promised..." A single tear trickled down her face, though before it could fall from her cheek her grandfather's white-gloved hand gently wiped it away.

"We need to give the galaxy a new start, a completely clean slate from which to learn from the mistakes of the past but not be burdened by them. The Empire had the same problem that the previous Republic did, stagnation that gave way to corruption. The Sith rested on their laurels and started to bicker amongst each other like spoiled children, no sense of regard for anything but their own power. Now they are gone and dead and all that remains is the Imperial Navy. We have inherited all that ill will, the stigma of the Imperial name, and so to keep it from going to the people of our worlds we must accept this burden and take it with us down to the depths of hell itself."

Admiral Magnus began to walk his daughter and her crew over to the turbolift, determined for her to get out of this fight alive as the next generation should. "I tried to change the Empire from within, training it's newest recruits in the ideals that would have made us great. Young Kurtis out there is my greatest success on that front, having decided to play his part in this story to the letter. Alexei Petrov would have been another if he hadn't fallen for the same lust for power that the Sith seemed to enjoy. That boy had a head for tactics but turned out a bit too avaricious. No matter, we are all that is left." Opening the lift doors, the old man laid a hand on his granddaughter's shoulder as he gave her another of his kind old smiles.

"I'll always love you, Lena. Your parents and you were the greatest gifts this old warhorse could ever have known. Please, leave before the ship is destroyed. Show the galaxy the truth of what we did here, so that when the time comes for the Imperial worlds to fall, the people will be safe." He took one of the spare camera droids, a small ball that was basically there to just hover and record hands-free. "I'll keep this until the end, so that way you can get all the footage that you need. Even though this is our end, we still have our pride as soldiers. Please, let us take the sins of our past with us so that you can live in the future without our burdens falling to you." One last hug, a sniffle and sob muffled in his uniform, then the doors closed. It was the last time he would see his granddaughter, who left the ship taking a shuttle flying a HNN IFF signal for safety.

Sad to see her go, Magnus nonetheless felt more alive than he had in years as the battle wore on. His ship, despite being one of the oldest in the fleet, had never been sunk despite the damage it had taken over the years of it's operation. It had become a point of pride for the crew, all either elderly or patriots who had never been allowed to join the military before due to views on the Sith. Their skill was surprising, the knife-shape of the Star Destroyer cutting through enemy formations as if it had perfect timing and power. There was a reason these men were the trainers of the next generation of Imperial Soldier, their skills were the best of the best.

Every voyage has an end, though, as the stolen Hammerhead made it's way towards the Star Destroyer just as the Imperial ship had begun to turn for another maneuver. The second the Republic ship showed up on the viewport everyone knew that they couldn't dodge it, though a few of the reflexive crewmembers attempted to bring the turbolasers around to fire on it. "Intensify forward firepower!" The Executive Officer cried out, though Magnus gave only a smile. He took out his officer's blaster pistol, aiming it for the oncoming ship. "Benny, lock a course in to ram one of the Mandalorian Dreadnoughts once our bridge is gone! Set all the ordnance to blow once we hit! We're the Invincible, if our ship is to be sunk it'll be by our own hands!" A cheer came from the doomed crew, course and orders locked in before each member of the bridge took our their own blaster to aim at the fore. "We all had a good run, but there's still more work to do! The next battlefield will be hell itself! All hands, FIRE AT WILL!!" Moments before the Hammerhead hit the command pylon the entire bridge began to fire their blasters in a futile attempt to do damage to the enemy ship, though it was more the symbology of their refusal to give up the fight in the face of death itself that was more moving. Hellena's tears fell again as the feed fizzled out, knowing that her Grandfather was no more.

The Invincible would continue on it's course towards Duke Skirata's flagship, flying at full speed and without a command crew to change it's course. It carried with it the remains of the Hammerhead still wedged into it's hull, the ship lifeless from the impact's destruction of its key systems. The Star Destroyer would come up on the Mandalorian ship from the flank amidst the chaos of the changing orders and command structure. Despite needing to be neutral for her profession's sake, Hellena Harlowe hoped that her Grandfather's last act was successful as their shuttle veered away to a safe distance to record and watch. It was a mixture of the sacrifice of all these soldiers with the pride they had, a truth that her documentary would reveal to the galaxy so that they would know what these soldiers did to protect their people even as they sent themselves to death for them.

~~~

Falaghar's Fang, Bridge

Such a quick move from Caedryn would have made most soldiers reflexively extend themselves to try to block his strike, making it a good chance for them to loose their hands or receive a wound from the quick attack to their wrist. Kurtis wasn't a normal soldier, though, and instead he pulled back on his hand and allowed the strike to be deflected entirely by his lightsaber. He smiled at the move, impressed with the other man's speed and precision even as he took these facts into account for his next strategems. "No, I am no Sith. They are all dead, except the Initiates who never even started their trek down the dark path. It is from one of them that I received this lightsaber," He twirled the amethyst one around to emphasize his words, "so that way I could protect myself if needed. He cares deeply for me, and I for him, and he is one of the reasons I still fight so hard as I'm sure the Jedi would have no mercy on him even if he never was trained as a Sith."

Finished speaking for the moment, Kurtis lunged with left hand to thrust towards Caedryn's chest with the silver lightsaber. A guarded move meant to be able to react quickly in case the Mandalorian tried to counter with his own thrust, the silver blade would suddenly turn once close enough to the vibrosword of his opponent to attempt to knock it out of the way to open up for a slash from the right hand. The amethyst blade would ruse up from the leg, attempting to cut from the hip diagonally across the chest, yet even this was only a feint. The whole purpose of the strike was to see what Caedryn would do, how he would react, all to give some insight into the mind of the enemy commander. The second the other man moved in any way to counter his attacks or close in Kurtis would bounce back, jumping out of range before bringing his blades up to guard as he began to circle the other Commander. "The silver one came from a Jedi spy, caught and killed trying to learn about the construction of this ship before it was ready. Zimon was his name and while he was an enemy he was still skilled enough to infiltrate my shipyard and nearly succeed. Protocol demanded he die, yet I felt his name shouldn't be lost to obscurity. It may not be what he wanted but at least his memory lives on, even if it's in the mind of the enemy."

An explosion on the display caught his attention, giving a quick salute to the Invincible as it began to head on it's suicide run towards the Mandalorian flagship. He would make sure that Admiral Harlowe had some friends to go with him on the trek to hell that they would all take someday. The Dreadnought had been turning along with Duke Skirata's fleet as it fired on it, though it was still just a bit slow. With the Star Destroyer about to strike it, though, he would have enough time to align the bow with the enemy ship. "Target the Mandalorian Flagship! Fire the Legion Buster at whatever charge there currently is! The Empire may be dead but that doesn't mean we get to throw off our burdens so easily! Signal our surviving Avenger, close in on the ship so that it can't escape our beam!" Despite the hail of fire that had been sent at the second Mandalorian fleet they had seemingly taken little damage from the combined firepower of what would be three Star Destroyers. Perhaps they had been lucky in avoiding damage, yet now he would make sure that they would pay the price of admission to the carnage surrounding Corellia. "All ships, concentrate on the Mandalorians! Focus fire the ships least damaged so far! Fire torpedos after the ion cannons finish their barrage for maximum effect!" With a suicidal Star Destroyer from the rear and a sacrificial Battlecruiser coming from the front, Duke Skirata's ship would have to stop and contend with one or the other as his dreadnought fired on whatever ships was supporting the enemy flagship. With the amount of fire they had already been taking they would have to stop themselves and contend with the dreadnought or try to flee, leaving the enemy dreadnought all alone.

Finished with his orders, Kurtis went back to circling the bridge with his opponent while giving a quick thrust or slash here and there to test the man's range and reflexes. The more of these small strikes he did the better grasp he had on what capabilities the man had, plus listening to him give out orders during the middle of their duel was fascinating beyond belief. Kurtis' blood boiled and mind exploded at the fight, the greatest challenge he had ever had. This was what it truly meant to be a Commander and Tactician, finally he had found someone he could call his equal on the field of battle.

@Arclight @Darasuum @AutoFox @Minuteman75 @Nor'baal

 

[Wayrider]

The battle for the spaceport we savage, brief, and bloody. The standard imperial trooper’s posed little or no resistance only the legionnaires provided any true stability but the concentration of Protectorate Wardens was just too much for them to possibly overcome and each fell where they chose to make their final stand.
“This is General Jacien Icerider of the Protectorate to all allied commands , we have secured the spaceport. We have secured landing fields on both the north and the west side of our Beacon. You can begin landing troops at this time.” “We will control drop and go’es, all pilots remain in your ships for immediate take off. Armed pilots we would appreciate you sticking around and punching a couple of incoming tanks or walkers.”
Icerider to Protectorate command I need a squadron of wasps to provide high cover for the landing zone capable of handling mobile tanks and walkers.”
“All incoming ground force commanders stop by the headquarters post to view the holonet before choosing and executing your assignments.
Jacien Then begin sending three man warden teams supported with 12 to 20 armed locals to secure all buildings within a half a kilometer around the spaceport. Her own hunter class enforcement ship landed first disgorging two additional squads of wardens all of them Wookiee who immediately set about erecting Dura steel shields and building a make shift field hospital. Medics then begin charging through the wounded assessing, triaging and moving those that needed it directly to the 20 Bacta tanks and Gel baths that had been loaded into the hunter.
Just then two dozen WASPS Dropped out of the sky and began strafing walkers, tanks and permanent gun implacements.

 

[Mad Dog]

The Sith forces were beginning to lose footing, as the numerous different forces worked in unison to remove this sickness from the Galaxy. Kae'Tl's fleet working fantastically alongside the organized and unorganized.

The full armament of the KPDY Man O' War-Class Star Destroyer slamming into what was left of the Sith capital ships, aided as well by the rest of the Protectorate fleet, and numerous other ships from the many fleets present.

A hail from the Protectorate's Mandalorian allies came over,"Tell your small craft to keep distance from those corvettes. If you can flank them on their right side and from below. They're still focused on our primary fleet and we'll hit them high and left." It was Donar Jay Skirata, a good friend to the Protectorate, and Kae'Tl herself.

In reply Kae'Tl said,"We're coming in from above, and will do just that, Doctor." She said, extremely calmly, before turning to a bridge officer and giving the order.

Suddenly, and simultaneously, a single seeking concussion missiles left the tubes of every Protectorate owned craft that had one, filling much of the vast blackness of space with small, fast moving, missiles which soon smashed into the hulls, command centers, and various other portions of the Sith controlled capital ships.

"Continue focused fire! Eliminate the corvettes quickly, then move to the enemy Star Destroyers!" Kae'Tl ordered her men. The sounds of the many turbo lasers continuing to fire and reposition then fire again signaled her order was being followed, in addition to the several "Yes Ma'am"s and "Yes Grand Councillor"s the bridge crew replied with.

Yong Ki had been killed in action, a sacrifice the Protectorate would not forget, or forgive.

@Darasuum @Wayrider

 

[Nor'baal]

Correlian Resistance - Red Squadron - Squadron Commander Ace Astral

”Copy that Cae…’’ Ace was cut off as he spun his ship into action, moving toward the recharging canon of the Dominator, dodging shipward fire as he did so - Red Two in close tow. Opening up the channel to the Protectorate, he spoke in clipped tones ”We’re with you, moving to the trench…’’ he said, Red Squadron moving at full pace, and dropping into the trench, swatting aside a fighter as they did so. ”Moving in beside your Red One.’’ Red Two said over their private channel.

”It’s Ace,’’ he said, moving the ship closer to the base of the trench to keep cover ”...Ace Astral, stole the name from a magazine back in my smuggling days.’’ he added. His other Squad mate laughed ”Sah’heem, just Sah’heem - found it easier for clients to spell in my Hunting days.’’ he added, with a soft laugh.

”Who would have thought it eh? Smuggler….’’ Ace fired at one of the coils, Sah’heem joining him ”....and Hunter, flying side by side!’’ he added, his last words fizzling out as he took shrapnel from the coil. One down, four on this side left, he thought to himself. ”Eyes open for fighters Sah.’’ he instructed, his attention back on the task at hand.

Watching the Kijilik joining them in the trench, he opened a channel to their leader ”We have the...left or port side of this trench. First one to the end buys the round?’’ he shouted, ”Guess we hold off from the last coil until we hear from the Mando yeah?’’

”Should be easy this run, just like shooting wamp rats in a T-16 ba…’’

”Shut up Sah.’’