No Rothana For You [Dominion]

[Kori Buor]

Rothana System​

Light swirled blue and white, casting odd shadows over the floor and walls of the command room Kandosii-class Dreadnought Indominitable. Mand'alor Ral Vizsla stood and watched as the hyperspace tunnel twisted before him. The man had mobilized a portion of the Dominion's sizeable fleet in order to force the compliance of Rothana and the precious manufacturer plants and drive yards that resided there. Residing near the outer edge of the Galaxy south of Hutt Space, Rothana was placed between the Dominion's two swaths of territories, thus making it an appealing target for compliance before any of the other Galactic Powers could take it.

Nearby, a crewman looked up from one of the navigation stations, "We're approaching the Rothana system now, Mand'alor."

"Good, order the fleet to disengage hyperdrive." Ral spoke in reply, his voice a calm melody, yet strong and measured at the same time. The swirling vortex suddenly transitioned to lines of white before settling into a starfield. Ahead, a white orb rapidly expanded in size as the planet of Rothana approached at near relativistic speeds while the Kandosii made the transition from hyperspace. Before him, Ral could see the drive yards over the snowy planet, a dozen defense and patrol ships hovered at anchorage over the space platforms. Glancing to the communications officer, Ral spoke. "Open a channel to the shipyards."

"Attention to all ships and personnel serving under Rothana Heavy Engineering. This is Mand'alor Ral Vizsla of the Dominion, you are hereby ordered to stand down and comply with Mandalorian Dominion's authority of the system. Do so, and you will not be harmed, otherwise you will feel the full might of our wrath." Turning to the comms officer, Ral motioned to for the man to open a channel to the rest of the fleet. "All forces, begin to deploy; spread out and blockade the planet. No one gets in, no one gets out unless they're a Mandalorian. Courage and honor, vode. For glory, for Mandalore!"

With that, Ral turned and watched as the dozens of Kandosii with their innumberable escort craft; U-class frigates and Rigid-class corvettes began to deploy into attack formations. There had yet to be a reply from the defenses of Rothana, and Ral could only surmise they were going to risk their chances with a siege, knowing that the Mandalorians did not want to damage the vital military infrastructure on the planet or in orbit. Naturally, the Mandalorians had already planned for this, and would react accordingly.

@Dav Wren @Darasuum @Prudence @Mirdala Priest

 

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Standing on the bridge of the Jagged Maw was a man who's skills were more in line of that of a medical officer. But he was not along either. He defired naval information and tactics to the captain of the ship, one of his kin. They had been chasing corsairs and other brigands around Dominion space, the likes of which the Snapper class excelled at quite literally. Now it was not the best for shear firepower or presence but there were three of them in formation that would allow for a swift chase towards any fleeing vessels. He was given some command on this operation since he knew of the mechanical specifications of the long range sensors and also would be responsible for quick response of any potential hostiles or extraction if need be.

Activating a communications link with the hangar bay he spoke over the ship's internal commlink relay. "Hangar this is bridge, see to it that those sensor relays are ready for launch in five." he waited for confirmation of reception before closing the link and returning to the view at the stars. the other two corvettes in formation would soon be splitting off to disperse the long range sensors that would prevent any sneaky arrivals or evasions from the Dominion's forces.

The doctor's gaze shifted over to the view port and gazed at the dreadnought that almost filled it completely. It was huge and he couldn't help but continue to be in wonder at its might. It certainly represented the resolute will of the Mand'alor and the rest of forces under his command. He smiled knowing Ral somewhat having seen him. Even if Ral did not know Donar personally, the doctor as a youth had actually met the man when he was still a child himself. He shook his head clearing it of the melancholic reminiscing, thoughts of his mentor were not of import in this situation. The black and orange CCT MK II armour on his shoulders shifted as he took a few steps towards the fore of the ship. He wanted this to end without a single shot being fired, but people rarely got what they wanted. He waited for a notification that the ships were ready to launch and deploy the sensors and any other directives from the mand'alor. Until then the.

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[Dav Wren]

For his part, Dav Wren wanted to land on Rothana and get this over with. Unfortunately there was more to it than simply shooting up the joint. Naturally they had something of value and they knew it. So they were looking to play the long game. Maybe they could just live off of their stores and the Mandos would go away.

That wasn't going to happen. Rothana's infrastructure was far too valuable to just leave behind. So that left the problem of what to do for the Dominion. They couldn't simply carpet bomb from orbit. Waiting for what could be weeks and months wasn't acceptable either.

So maybe there would be insertion of strike teams into vital targets. Maybe the solution would be much more insidious. They could contaminate food and water stores. That would take days, maybe a week or two at most before everybody was sick.

At first they might be able to handle it but eventually they'd all be too incapacitated. They'd either be begging for aid or just too weak to stop the Dominion from rolling in. Not honorable but it had worked before in other times and places. Dav was a practical man.

But all of that remained to be seen.

@Kori Buor @Darasuum

 

[Kori Buor]

Watching and waiting from the bridge of the Indomitable, Ral studied the space between the two fleets, watching how his ships moved forward, fanning out into individual task groups all with one goal: force the compliance of Rothana. There was still no reply over the communications channels, but Ral was sure the defenders were still talking, though their comms remained encrypted for the moment. The drive yards and the planet behind them drifted ever closer at what seemed like snail's pace, but in truth, they would be within weapon's range very soon.

Turning to face the comm's officer again, Ral motioned for the man to prepare to execute his following orders. "I want our sensor network operational in the next three minutes, and send the order to Dav Wren to launch his insertion teams. If they yield before they complete their mission all the better for us. In the meantime, order our other strike teams to prepare to land on the planet and begin capturing vital facilities and ensuring the defenders don't try and sabotage their own works."

The officer nodded and went about relaying and issuing the orders. A Kandosii to either side of Ral's flagship peeled off to the side, and still they continued their approach to the planet. Checking their distance from weapons range, the Mandalorian was slightly surprised to see that they were only a few minutes out. Gazing out the transparisteel viewports, he noticed some of the transports carrying the strike teams to the surface already launching. "Estimated time until the fleet has achieved its blockade of the planet?"

Nearby, an operations officer looked up from his workstation. "At our current rate, we will have the world and its orbital facilities completely surrounded in fifteen minutes. The communications and sensor satellite network should be up in approximately two and a half minutes. We're beginning to launch our fighter wings now to fill in the gaps in coverage until the fleet is in position."

Thinking silently to himself, Such plans never go the way they are projected to go, though. One must always plan for unexpected events to crop up... who knows what is waiting for us within their weapons range. Humming thoughtfully, Ral turned back from his window and spoke. "Order the fleet to accelerate their movements and to deploy all fighters, hold half of them back in a loose screen. Standard combat air patrols, the other half will ensure no one gets in or out of our cordon. Divert auxilliary power to shields, and park us right on the edge of weapons range. Let's see who makes the first move today."

 

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One thing that always irked him was the silence of space. It was overly quiet and only the sounds aboard the ship could be heard and even felt. Spend long enough on the ship and you start to know when a sensation means trouble. A chirp on the bulkhead mounted communicator notified him of a response. Before he arrived at it one of the bridge officers made an announcement. "Sir the Dral'ede and Oryala Pelkaanir are moving into position and are securing the sensor locations now." He nodded and confirmed the receipt of the alert. Activating the bulkhead mounted communicator he signaled to the hangar who had just finished pre launch checks. A moment later the ships launched from the starboard hangar bay and would place the sensors in a few moments.

The moments ticked by which he occupied by glancing for any sign of hostility from the enemy. Coming in over to the bridge was the message that the sensors were in place from the starfighters that deployed them. The other ships confirmed their own securing which was further relayed to the Mand'alor. Now it was simply a waiting period for someone to make a move. The two starfighters per corvette flew outside each ship and made wide looping patrols before returning. The snappers weren't attack-craft heavy so would be the reserve unit while the larger ships boasted dozens of the craft.

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[Dav Wren]

Dav got the message from Mand'alor while he waited on the bridge. He'd been reading reports on Rothana's dirt side defenses in anticipation of his new orders. Lots of tech for opposition and of the best quality. Potentially a problem for most but he had a plan.

He picked up his helmet up from the station he'd be hovering over and slid it into place. Wren exchanged glances with the ship's Captain. She'd heard the order too and was directing her crew to make ready. Without a word he turned and make for the passenger compartment where the strike teams were waiting.

Several small groups sat together as he entered, looking up to see him without standing. Good, he thought, I don't want Republic lick-spittles. As long as they obeyed orders and got the job done saluting and ceremonies could be damned. One order he had issued was definitely followed.

The teams had been told to exchange at least part of their blaster load-out for solid ammo guns, blunt weapons and lots of EMP grenades. They were going to get down to business the old fashioned way. The 'nades would take out automated turrets, droids and most of Rothana's tech. Slugthrowers and blunt weapons would do for anybody or anything who didn't get the message.

Best of all, the grenades would do minimal to no damage to to important systems. They were too localized in their effects for that. He took up his own compliment of them and strapped them over his shoulder. Another Commando had risen to hand him his own weapons and ammo belt for the insertion. Nothing needed to be said just then.

That done he stepped up before the group and looked them over. He saw a group of hardened Mando'ade in their beskar'gam, bristling with weapons and the will to use them. This is who we are, he though with deep satisfaction. Warriors all.

"I've received the word from Mand'alor," he told them with his usual lack of preamble "We're inserting just like we planned. You know the details."

They were going into their assigned targets, taking down hostiles and keeping damage to vital systems low or none. If the locals surrendered, they'd be allowed to live and if they fought on they'd die. Any sabotage attempts would result in instant termination. Liberal use of EMP grenades would take out tech and hopefully scare the locals into surrender once they realized the Mandos still had functioning weapons.

"File into the landing craft and prepare for final inspection from your Rally Leaders."

@Kori Buor @Darasuum

 

[Kori Buor]

Waiting was now the hardest part of the operation. There was only so much one could do, so much one could plan for, without some sort of stimulus, something to react to. For now, all Ral could do was watch and see what happened next, if the insertion and strike teams would manage their jobs well, or if complications would arise. Ral figured -counted- on the latter happening. In truth, he did not foresee a scenario or situation where this did not have some sort of complication; after all, he didn't see why the defenders of Rothana would simply roll over at this point.

After more time passed, minutes, a report came in. Dav Wren had assembled his strike forces and were preparing to launch after they passed their inspection. Elsewheres, Donar Skirata and his section had managed to secure the locations they were going to use for their sensor and communications satellites. A few more minutes passed until they received the follow-up message. According to his bridge crew, all warriors had passed their inspections and were preparing to disembark from the multitude of warships in orbit over Rothana.

The first of the insertion teams were already starting to launch from the hanger bays of the warships that surrounded Rothana. A squad of starfighters escorted each insertion craft. As the lead elements accelerated to within weapons range of the defenders, Ral felt a rush of adrenaline pour through his body as the Rothana defense forces began to move. From his position on the bridge of the Indomitable, he could see that the defenders were moving to intercept and destroy the insertion teams. It seemed the waiting game had come to an end.

Suddenly, the defenders opened fire and scarlet bolts of energy poured out into the black void between the two forces. The transports broke off and managed to avoid most of the opening volleys. A few ships went down in blooms of fire. Several fighters sacrificed themselves in those opening moments to protect the transports with precious cargo. "This is it, all ships advance and open fire on the defenders. Let's provide a distraction so our vode can land and execute their mission." The thumps of the assault concussion missile tubes firing their deadly payloads could be heard even up in the bridge. Likewise, several other Kandosii fired their missiles. Along with the assault concussion missiles, the forward facing batteries of the dreadnoughts open fire, filling the space between the two fleets with yellow plasma.

 

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On board each of the corvettes in Donar's formation launched a Spine LAHD/c loaded with landing forces that would join in with the invasion force. They would further bolster the numbers and forward operating strength of the Dominion. The Mandalorian Dominion had not officially bought any of the ships but they had been procured by the man himself using his own funds for his pirate hunting task force. Perhaps their effectiveness in the field and use by the Dominion forces would gain some admiration and approval for a future deal to be made. Likely that will be done with one of sisters though and not him.

At this distance from the defending units of Rothana, the naked eye would not be able to see anything save for the most obvious of actions. However they did not have to use the naked eye. Sensors and view screens gave them a detailed image of the enemy's movements even though they were kilometers away from one another. He noticed the movement just as one of the bridge officers announced it. Shots began intercepting the insertion craft. The dropships were able to be ignored for the most part as were the starfighters since the weapon fire seemed to be directed at the transports. Still the starfighters began returning in kind making their offense their defense.

He had made his way to a more central position near out of the way of any of the bridge crew but still in an operating position. The turbo-lasers on board the Snapper class fired at what targets they could find without risking damaging the friendly craft. Donar had been on dropships, waiting, praying. It sometimes wasn't a matter of just how skilled the pilots were but of just being lucky enough to not get struck by the shear amount of fire power the enemy was dishing out. He did not like hanging back. The men and women aboard the transports would potentially take too much heat. The defending forces needed to be distracted by a bigger threat. They would not venture away from their planet, their home. The Dominion would make this a victory regardless but Donar did not want to risk other individuals while he sat back, it felt wrong. He said as much to the captain who agreed but stated they had their orders from Mand'alor which the doctor did not disagree with. He was not satisfied though, he could do more. Keying the ship-to-ship communications link he spoke into it. "Indomnitable, this is Jagged Jaw, over." He waited to

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[Dav Wren]

Inspection was quick and efficient. Every member of the teams were experienced and knew how important preparation was. You never went into a conflict unprepared, a lesson drilled into your head since childhood. Still Dav checked equipment and weapons because wars were lost for want of care.

Nothing was out of place and everybody was strapped into their landing seats. He tugged to check the harnesses too lest something be defective. Every Mando'ade lost was a waste of a skilled fighter. To lose them here in such a way would be catastrophe.

On each one the Rally Leaders went through their own checks and comm'd in to report their readiness. Only then did Dav and the Leaders strap themselves in. It was time. He comm'd the ships captain through the craft's systems.

"Vi cuyir tsikala, alor'ad," Wren told her as she stood at the conn, 'We are ready, Captain.'

"Akaanir pirusti, vode!," came the smoky-voiced reply 'Then fight well, my brothers!'.

The pilots began taxiing into their respective bays and, in Dav's own, he could see the countdown until launch as they all moved into position. He drew deep, steadying breaths as the adrenaline began instinctively flooding through him. As he knew it would be for every Mando'ade on each ship. 3..2..1...and he felt the ship rocket forward as the thrusters came in hard.

Into the blackness of space they went, stars now hidden behind a hail of turbolaser fire. Mand'alor had ordered covering fire for their entry just as planned. It was well-timed with the precision of professional warriors. There would be no naked entry into the teeth of the enemy this time.

@Kori Buor @Darasuum

 

[Kori Buor]

The assault concussion missiles streaked across the black void between the two forces. Yellow lines of plasma energy escorted them along the way to their targets, overtaking them, and heralded their arrival with explosive messages. The Turbolaser fire of the Dominion's warships exploded over the shields and surfaces of the defending Rothana ships, causing many to fail just from the sheer weight and volume of fire being unleashed upon them. This pulled much of the defender's fire away from the strike teams and onto the heavier battleships of the Dominion. A few stray Turbolaser bolts steamed past, some hit the shields of the Kandosiis, causing the ships to shake but no damage to the hull.

A voice piped up just as the first wave of missiles impacted against the defender's lines. Shields flared and many of them collapsed from the brutal, overwhelming barrage. It was a distracting sight, and Ral had to turn around to look at the officer. "What was that?"

"Donar Skirata is hailing us, sir, from the Jagged Jaw." The communications officer repeated patiently.

Humming to himself, the Mand'alor wanted what the doctor from Skirata would want. The man had brought a small flotilla of private ships from his family's company's reserves to augment the Dominion's regular attack force. Thinking it over for a few seconds the man nodded back to the communications officer. "Put him on then."

Ral only had to wait a few seconds before the link was established. As he waited, the battle continued to unfold in front of him. The shields on the Rothanian warships failed under the focused and precise firepower of the Dominion fleet. As soon as one ship's shields failed, a trio of U-class frigates would burst forth from the main battle line, pounding the defenseless ship with ion cannon fire until its systems overloaded and failed. It would be a long process, but the tactic would leave a force still capable of defending the shipyards, and saving the crew to prevent enmity from the survivors. "Donar, what is it? Are you having an issue with your sensor network?"

 

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t took but a moment for him to connect with their leader. He watched as the fleet pounded the defending forces. "Donar, what is it? Are you having an issue with your sensor network?" he heard Ral ask. "Negative, Sensors network is untouched. Permission to escort the landing force?" he said simply before explaining somewhat. The man knew there was probably going to be a follow up question after his request. "The enemy ships will still try to destroy as many of the landing craft as possible. They know that our larger ships can take their fire but if they target the snappers then that will elevate the heat from the invasion force. We're willing to take that heat Mand'alor."

after his last sentence was finished and he awaited a response he made eye contact with the captain who didn't give any sign of disapproval but simply looked at him waiting to see if what the word was. The PPC-5 was exceptionally fast eve for a corvette but had less firepower. It was meant to chase and evade but in this case they would distract. With the newer design and meeker size the enemy might even think they were transports and try to fire on them instead of the real invasion force. The flotilla would take any fire and likely be able to avoid any slow tracking fire and even tank some of the heavier defensive weaponry before significant damage was done. He was not a man to ask someone to do something he would not do himself. He was not in this for the glory, he was not in this for any show of performance for his family's company, Donar wanted to protect his comrades that were being hit with the enemy's barrage.

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[Kori Buor]

The Mandalorian listed to what the doctor of Skirata was requesting. After a few seconds, Ral smirked and nodded, though the man to which it was intended wouldn't have been able to see either gesture. Ral Vizsla could appreciate a man who knew how to take the initiative and think for themselves. The fact that Donar Skirata was doing just that, responding to external stimulus and formulating his own plan spoke highly. "Very well, Donar. You have permission to move your task group out of formation and escort the strike teams forward. I'll assign corvette wolfpacks Aaray through Yilad to do the same if you find yourself coming under too heavy of fire. Good thinking, Donar."

Turning to face the communications officer, Ral waved his hand through the air, almost like he was cutting it. "Send the order out to the corvettes, have them start making attack runs on the larger ships, in and out, not staying to fight. That way they can be in position if Donar needs assistance. In the meantime, I'm going to join the assault. Prepare my personal starfighter.

With that, Ral made his way off the bridge and towards the Kandosii's hanger bay. By the time he arrived, his interceptor was ready, and a squad of Protectors had already arrived to prep their fighters with him. Without a word, Ral slid into the seat of his fighter and began running the pre-flight check, his fellow warriors doing the same. It only took him another couple of minutes to finish his check. When he was done, Ral sealed the canopy and launched out into the void. After all, he couldn't let everyone else have all the fun.

 

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Hearing the Mand'alor's words come in and approve of Donar's request led to him nodding to the captain of the Jagged Jaw. "Understood. Thank you Mand'alor." by the time Donar uttered the last syllable the Snapper class corvette was already moving toward a new approach vector. There was not time to bask in praise. The man's gaze switch back and forth between the ships they were going to assist and the ones they were opposing. As soon as they were within firing range the gunners already had a firing solution and started hitting the ships dealing the most damage to the invasion force. "...poke the gundark with a stick..."

The men and women aboard the Jagged Jaw were just as ready as he was. The other two corvettes were right behind and acting similarly. Guiding them in, now that they were getting close enough to the fight the two starfighters each joined in the fray, happy to get some potential markings on their hulls for the kills they would earn. "Make sure we're spaced out captain. I don't want fire aimed at one of us to hit someone behind due to their own bad tracking." He had spent long enough time in the Border Alliance to see his fair share of space combat. The man had often been apart of boarding parties on enemy vessels.

Soon they would catch up to the landing craft but peal off and keep the weapon tracking on themselves. A few shots still made it to the light shields. Lucky shots and starfighters and bombers were still fast enough to land some hits. The Snappers were primarily focusing on speed and maneuverability at this point, leaving the damage dealing to the frigates and other Dominion ships.

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[Dav Wren]

Down the strike teams went, now into the upper atmosphere. All around them the turbolaser fire from above was answered by that of the surface. Missiles streaked in both directions, punctuated with bright explosions that could not be heard in the craft above the rumble. Below, planetary shielding shimmered and rippled each time it intercepted a streaking laser.

Around each of the small vessels a white-hot glow began as the friction of atmosphere came into effect. That each of the Mando'ade could feel as the temperature picked up. Shielding and insulation was light by design and could only keep out so much. Sweat poured down faces beneath t-visors.

They passed through the energy barrier, it's function mainly being to stop energy. Closer to the ground now, they could all see the surface of the icy industrial world below, snow swirling. Dull grey durasteel buildings stood out like neon against the white canvas. Pilots began to guide their ships now that they were reaching lower atmosphere.

The white-hot glow had begun to fade now. So far the entry craft had been lucky enough to avoid being struck. But closer now, pilots had to bank hard to avoid being shot down. They dodged most of the automated laser fire, human minds quickly seeing the pattern of fire. However, one of the craft was not so fortunate and bloomed into a ball of red-orange.

Dav watched the flaming wreck hurtle to the ground and sent up a prayer for their souls. Anger began to flood him and he could see the others stiffen and their hands tighten on weapons. They were just as filled with the same fury. They were going to pay dearly on Rothana today.

Now they were making approach, about eight hundred meters away from a tall building. They swept by it at a steep angle of descent, quickly making contact on the snow and ice. The craft shook from impact and only the harnesses kept the Mando'ade from being tossed about. Still it was jarring.

They slid on the slick, compacted snow as they decelerated. It took twelve long seconds for the momentum to come to a halt. By then they'd skidded hundreds of meters away. They were thrown back against their seats as forward motion came to a sharp halt.

Wren wasted not a moment. The defenders surely would've seen them land and come to a halt. Every second the teams wasted was one the defenders would have to reinforce themselves. Orbital bombardment wouldn't be any help this close, risking taking out their own as well as the enemy.

"Move your shebs, you lazy nerf herders!," Dav barked at the squad even as they raced to remove their harnesses. It took hardly any time at all before they were standing behind Wren in order. He smacked the button for the ramp and the rear hatch popped open and the gangway descended.

He could see the swirling eddies of snow and as soon as the ramp was in place, he was sprinting down it with rifle held at the ready. He could see the other surviving vessels spilling out their teams with both peripheral vision and on his HUD. Mando'ade were marked with blue and enemy forces would be marked red. The warriors fanned out in well-practiced formations.

Wren lifted a hand high for all the Rally Leaders to see and swung it down, straight and pointing to the buildings in the near distance. Forward!

@Kori Buor @Darasuum

 

[Kori Buor]

Ral's interceptor launched forward into the empty space surrounding the Indomitable, though, in truth, most of the space around the command ship was filled with weapons fire and the moving hulks of other Mandalorian ships. Pulling his ship around, pointing it at the battle, Ral accelerated, pushing his craft to the limits of its thrust. Behind him, his Protectors formed up to create a sort of shield. Ral was not too worried about the enemy's fire, though. The Rothanian defenders had yet to launch any sort of fighter craft, and for the most part, their starfighter hits were just lucky shots.

Accelerating forward, the Mand'alor found himself in the thick of the battle as more fighter and bomber wings formed up on him, following his example. Opening a channel to the starfighters with him, Ral began to issue his orders. "All wings, prepare to attack enemy capital ships and defensive platforms. Squad leaders, assign targets and prepare to fire on my mark."

Waiting a few seconds, Ral allowed his squad leaders to prioritize targets and prepare their weapons. Doing the same, the Mandalorian chose the target for his squad of Protectors. It was the weapons battery of one of the shipyards, which was pouring heavy fire out into the transports. "All wings, mark!" With those words the Mandalorian fighter wings swept in, firing hundreds of blaster bolts and dozens of torpedoes into the defenders. Ral watched as his squad flew by the station, the blaster bolts exploding along its surface as weapons stations detonated in balls of flame. "Good hits everyone, let's keep it up!"

Before he could assign his next orders, his sensors began pinging. "Sir, we have new contacts! Enemy fighter craft. Lots of 'em!"

Growling, Ral knew the battle had just gotten more complicated. "All fighters, engage! Bombers, continue your runs. Corvettes, move up and start targeting those fighters!"

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The distraction was paying off. The rest of the ships were able to take out the primary weapon systems of the Rothana forces. It was just pure luck if any shot hit the landing force now. The captain recognized this and with new orders from the Mand'alor a course was set to regroup with the rest of the fleet in proper formation. It took some getting used to and forethought to realize just how fast the Snapper class corvette was. A captain who thought they could take on an enemy alone would fly ahead with ease and cause chinks in a formation. That was why it took discipline, a keen eye and wisdom in naval combat to use a craft like the Jagged Jaw to maximum effect. The ship could move ahead and engage the enemy before any other capital ship but it would be their end. The snapper was a team player, not a one-ship-fleet type of vessel. He looked at the captain and gave a nod. "Well done captain."

Returning Donar would keep an eye on any potential escape routes. As the Mandalorian Dominion in all its awesome might brought destruction to Rothana's doorstep the doctor just watched as bit by bit the overlapping fields of immense firepower destroyed the resisting forces. They had not tried to make a move for the sensor nodes meaning they may have not even realized they were there in the first place. The arrival of the massive fleet may have been overwhelming enough for them to not pay attention to small things. The two fighters attached to the Snapper's compliment followed higher command and began streaking across the view ports from all directions. The corvettes did just as they were ordered, the twin turbo lasers on either side adding more light into the void.

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[Dav Wren]

The teams covered the several hundred meters very quickly. Closing in on the buildings, the automated defenses came into view. Two groups peeled off both left and right. Their job would be to flank the turrets and combat droids.

"Down!," Wren shouted above the din as the first volley of blaster fire came their way. They threw themselves onto their bellies on the snow as the bolts whizzed overhead. From their prone positions they began to fire in concentrated bursts.

Their task wasn't so much to take out every droid and turret as it was to provide a distraction. Dozens of Mand'ade opening up on their front to distract from the double-handful coming around the sides. The real work would be done by them. Wren's main body was just there to occupy their combat 'brains'.

Laying down provided a problem for these 'brains'. Firing solutions needed to be re-calculated to compensate. Most beings were not less than 30 centimeters tall, so the fire control was rapidly working. Hopefully the flanking groups would take out this first layer of defenses before the automaton compensated. After all, they were sitting ducks....

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[Kori Buor]

Laser bursts exploded over his canopy as Ral maneuvered through the relatively contained space battle in the space above Rothana. The battle was going well for them; most of the opposition had been destroyed or disabled, now all that remained were a few gun platforms on the stations and the dozens of Rothanian fighters that were still flying. All the larger capital ships had been disabled by the combined firepower of the Dominion fleet and now were floating husks, massive pieces of space debris.

"Keep up the fight, vode! They are almost beaten, the day will be ours soon enough!" Ral barked into his comms. Seeing a fighter fly in front of him, Ral switched targets and pushed his interceptor forward into a twisting dive as he began to pursue the fighter. Locking on with his targeting computer, the Mand'alor could see that this Rothanian fighter was attempted to break up a flight of bombers. "Oh, no you don't." He muttered to himself as he grinned behind his helmet. Leading his target just a smidge, Ral pulled on the trigger and yellow bolts of plasma pulsed from his laser cannons. The fighter exploded as its shields quickly failed and the lasers punctured its reactor.

"Donar, report. What's the current situation on your end?" Ral thought. Scanning the skies over Rothana, the opposition was quickly dwindling. Once Dav Wren and his commandos struck their targets this part of the fight would be over, they were just waiting for the final objective to be complete.

 

[Darasuum]

Donar watched as the enemies were wittled down like fast burning wick of a candle. He wondered how many of the remaining oposition were actual members of the higher chain of command and regreted their decision. Their defense had been feutile. The doctor heard a chirp from the communications terminal. one of the officers looked over to him and was about to announce an incoming message but he was already in motion and picked up the line. "Mand'alor, this is Donar. The enemy seems to be fighting to the last. We're all good here. It's just a matter of time before they are neutralized."

The man was a philanthropist and humanitarian as well as a hardened warrior. Others though him soft and too kind. But such parts of him only mattered when not in combat. When one makes an enemy out of a skirata all thoughts of mercy are removed and no quarter is given. This was that event and unless the enemy flew a white flag and the mand'alor commanded it he would not ease the attack.