Event The Battle of Ryloth

[Lorcan]

"Lorcan we got inbound - fighters coming up from below!"

Such a weird concept to have when in space 'below' was. He knew that it was relative to the bombers and himself and he understood what the guy on sensors meant but still - bit weird that they were using such terms. It was probably the naval pricks trying to account for the fact that he was a former Ranger and they thought he didn't know what anything ship related actually meant.

Arseholes.

And their enemies were... droids.

Droid starfighters to be precise.

"Tell the fleet to bring up a squadron or two of those new X-wings they got - gotta show the imps why it's a shite idea to use ships that are over a hundred years old. Seriously."

He re-orientated his ship to point down, aiming at the droids as they began their approach. Priming a torpedo, he nodded to his co-pilot. The man understood and sent out a message to friendlies.

"All friendlies open fire to keep the droids on their predicted path."

Pulling the trigger, he opened fire on the droids with his laser cannons at the same time as launching the torpedo. The torpedo wasn't guided at any one droid fighter in particular because it couldn't be - the turret waited until the torpedo was set to fly just 'over' the synchronized swimming of the droids before blasting it. His own turret shot his torpedo, donating it just above the droids as they were flying over and through each other.

The torpedoes of his ship were designed to do massive damage to un-shielded capital ships and the explosion would prove it, detonating well within range of the fighters as they danced around. Vulture droids were, also, unshielded as well and with them all bunched up like that?

"Fish in a barrel. Light em up!"

With the explosion having caused casualties and disrupted their planned flight path, he would lay on fire at the leader with all of his armaments, his heavy laser cannon, his medium ion cannon and his turret gunner as well. Did they think flying over each other was clever? Just meant explosions hit more than one of them really.

"Squadron of T-70 X-wings inbound - eta thirty seconds!"

Good.

@Minuteman75 @Yuan

 

[Chant Sindhu]

Just as Chant was acknowledged by the bombers when the alert came. Checking her sensors, the freelancer noted two squadrons’ worth of fighters. She dived and twisted around to face them. Droid fighters here?! As a former member of the Naboo Royal Corps she had been brought up with the stories about Bravo Squadron’s fight against such craft more than a century ago.

Chant would’ve thought ironic if she wasn’t busy trying to stop them. Quickly she received orders to open fire to keep the droids on their path. “Let’s give it to them Ness!” The Mon Calamari called out to her astromech up on the turret. Immediately their laser cannons fired at the attackers on the left flank to help keep them bunched up.

At the same time the bombers’ turrets in the rear proceed to shoot nonstop to keep the hostiles bunched as directed. Each bomber had one below and two more in the rear, making a wall of lasers. Moments later a torpedo fired from the blast boat erupted above the droid fighter swarm, that would destroy most at least and disrupt their attack run. On Chant’s sensors, she picked up a squadron of X-Wings approaching fast, coming to assist.

@Nefieslab @Yuan

 

[Eisa Wex]

Just one more stop after Ryloth and that's us done, thought the spacer as she leant back in against the padding of her seat, starring out of the view port and into the swirling blue vortex of Hyperspace that lay ahead of the ship. Seemed for once a bit of a cushy job that the crew of the Rim hopper had managed to score for once that didn't involve having to investigate murders, steal from a Hutt and leg it, or risk getting crushed by a wrecked ship whilst searching out some prime scrap and salvage. This job in comparision to some of the past capers and antics was pretty simple, pick up the cargo at one planet, make a run to Ryloth and drop off some cargo and then make a jump to Corellia to deliver the rest - it was that simple nothing could go wrong.

Well there was something that was seemingly going wrong at the moment, a persistent blinking red light at the top of the flight console. The light had came on as the Rim Hopper's automated started to decelerate and prepare for its drop out of hyperspace. As to what purpose function this blinking red light had, completely eluded the pilot, no system faults were coming up, the ship was running normally - part of her was starting to wonder whether Curse was crawling around in the ships cable runs and decided to wind Eisa up by making a random light flash for no reason at all.

Pursing her lips in thought as the idea of just smashing the blinking light crept into her mind, and lingered pretty strongly a temptation - it was only the countdown timer for the ships drop out of hyperspace that had saved the blinking red light for the time being. Fastening in her harness, the fiery haired spacer reached out for the ships throttle and drew it back, dropping the Rim hopper out of Hyperspace

"What in the name of the Emperors crusty balls is going on here!!!!" Eisa exclaimed as the ship completed its jump from hyperspace, the swirling storm of blue stars returning back to normal space - only to reveal that they had jumped into the middle of a Kriffing war zone! Sure there was the occasion that she had jumped into the middle of fire right between some pirate raiders and a freighter, but jumping into a fire fight against a bloody Star Destoryer of all things - None of this was making sense, the only thing that was starting to make sense was perhaps why that was why the little red bulb was blinking.

Figuring that perhaps now was not the moment to sit there and question what in the Force she had just jumped into the middle off, least they get blown out of the skies, the spacer reached over and primed her shields and weapons, toggling them onto auto for the time being before turning her head off to the side to shout towards the rear of the ship. "ummm we're at Ryloth, but so is the Imperial war enactment society it seems. get on the guns, think this is gonna get pretty Kriffed up!" Eisa called out, to those of her crew on board, figuring that atleast the little Buzzdroid would no doubt be salivating oil at the prospect of being allowed to play with the ships weapons. - Given how much of a liking Curse had taken to the AT-RT that has been stowed in the hold since Lothal Minor.

Pressing a finger down on the comms button, the spacer figured that perhaps for once it might be an idea not to rush blindly into the chaos infront of her - playing it safe for just a moment to open the ship's comm link onto all frequencies. //Um, Just what in the Kriff is going on here?//" Eisa's voice rang out over the comm channel before she pulled her ship sharply off the side as the Rim Hopper's proximity alarms went haywire, saying more ships were about to drop out of hyperspace just off to the Port of where she currently was

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak took advantage of the relative lull in the corridor and began to move quickly along it, saber hilt still in hand. He peeked around the next corridor and heard the thumping of boots as men rushed to and fro. Klaxons were screeching as the destroyer took a hit that shook this portion of the ship. The loud screeching of metal sheering rang down the hallway and for a moment Talak saw the empty blackness of space from beyond a trio of open blast doors.

A moment later everything accelerating down the hall as crew members were wrenched from the floor and into the vacuum of space. Talak was yanked from his feet and toward the open hole before the blast doors in front of him slammed shut, sealing off the opening to prevent further crew deaths or decompression.

Talak cursed and pushed himself back to his feet, adrenaline pumping as he picked a new hallway and headed toward the gun bays.

More fire from the outside pelted the destroyer, and Talak could tell that whatever was going on out there, the defenders seemed to be holding their own in space. Perhaps they were even winning. They certainly had numbers on their side.

He burst into the manning bay of one of the main, heavy turbolaser turrets, much to the surprise of the crew and took a moment to take in the situation. A dozen or so personnel were positioned throughout the room, most seated at consoles with readouts for aiming, power draw, heat capacity, and other critical readouts of the cannon. Most didn't look armed, but the man that Talak guessed was the chief officer pulled a pistol and began to fire.

The Jedi leapt to the side with a burst of speed and closed the distance to the man within a second, his saber slammed into the man's gut as a blaster bolt whizzed just past his own head close enough to feel the heat.

Without another movement, the chief officer fell to the ground and the gun crew, unarmed and relatively defenseless, began to run from the gun bay.

 

[Curse]

Curse had been spending most of the journey sulking in her quarters onboard the Rim Hopper. Unfortunately the job her master had most recently taken up was tragically void of action and opportunities for sabotage, so the little Pistoeka passed the time by tearing apart the bits of scrap she had piled up in her room. She was in the midst of cutting open an old actuator when a sudden change in course sent her tumbling down to the bottom of the scrap pile.

Squeaking angrily in droidspeak she scurried out into the hall and buzzed out a shout in the direction of the cockpit. //Hey! If you're trying to crash into something could you at least consult me? I'm the saboteur remember?// Eisa's response immediately changed her mood.

"Ummm we're at Ryloth, but so is the Imperial war enactment society it seems. Get on the guns, think this is gonna get pretty Kriffed up!" The buzz droid tilted her head curiously. War reenactment? And had she just been willingly ordered to shoot at things?

//Finally!// Curse chirped back enthusiastically, hopping up in the air and letting out a devious chitter as she turned around and scrambled towards the ship's dorsal turret. Climbing up into the gunner seat Curse was met with a beautiful scene, dozens of ships blasting each other into to molten scrap. The dark void of space was completely alight with laser fire of various colors. Though she remembered nothing of what she had experienced before her most recent memory wipe, for some reason the little Pistoeka felt right at home.

Powering up the gun's systems she moved it around, looking for a ship to target. //Alright! Prepare to die! Uh...// After hesitating for a few moments the buzz droid turned and called back towards the cockpit. //Who am I shooting?// As wonderful as this whole scenario was, Curse didn't know what side they were supposed to be on. She didn't even know who the players were in this battle. Not that it mattered much to her, she just wanted to break things. Still, Eisa had set down the ground rules that she was only allowed to destroy things with her consent. And she didn't want to lose her blaster turret privileges.

@Topher

 

[Helen Holcomb]

Helen Holcomb, pilot adventurer, reached up to flick a row of switches in the cockpit of her Dagger-class starfighter, frowning when one of the accompanying indicators continued to glow red rather than a healthy green. The young pilot struck the control panel with a gauntleted fist, and smiled when the light obligingly changed color, turning her attention to another part of the cockpit.

After the unfortunate loss of her first starfighter, a third-hand TIE Interceptor she had acquired with funds from her first mercenary job, the Dagger was a ship most would regard as a step backward, although Helen had a hard time seeing it that way. Sure, the ship was older and slightly less maneuverable than the one it had replaced, but for the Lepi, that was only a matter of adjusting her technique. Performance was still orders of magnitude better than the prop-driven pursuit crates she had flown on her home-world, and Helen was prepared to live with it.

Besides, as impressive as the TIE had been, she had to admit that the Dagger's lines appealed to her more than the "newer" ship. The fact that it had been a barely spaceworthy hulk when Helen had found it only made it all the better; the Lepi had learned valuable lessons about the care and feeding of Galactic technology in the process of restoring it. Even on her home-world, she had never had the opportunity to tear down and then completely reassemble her own craft.

The viewing lenses of Helen's Imperial-era flight suit fell on a small cathode display offset from her normal field of vision. The ship's navicomputer beeped steadily, its readout indicating that the ship was on course and would soon be reverting to realspace in the target system.

The Lepi steeled herself, settling herself in her acceleration chair and adjusting her grip on the controls. Her eyes flicked over a hundred computer readouts and status indicators. In her head, the Ryloth planetary distress call she had intercepted played over in her head.

Helen had never seen a Star Destroyer before, but it certainly didn't sound like something the good-guys would use. This thought played through her mind as the swirling tunnel of hyperspace abruptly became starlines, then a starfield, and then suddenly the tableau of a truly gargantuan space battle taking place in the skies above a ruddy brown planet.

It was time, then, to find the enemy, and get stuck in...

 

[Minerva Wren]

Inside the auxiliary fighter attached to the Rim Hopper, Minerva laid asleep on a humble cot without her helmet. It had been a long voyage to say the least. Eisa was an interesting employer to work with to put it mildly. Even the supposed simple jobs often turned into near death experiences. Which is why Minerva stayed on in the first place.

The Mandalorian merc dreamed of the past, training with her adopted father and exploring new places together. Eyes still closed, a smile surfaced. Suddenly the ship shook, causing Minerva to toss and turn. “What’s going on?”

Sitting up she subsequently heard what Eisa said. Minerva immediately put on her helmet and opened up the hatch. She rushed into the cockpit and beheld the sight of the titanic clash. War has come to Ryloth. The blaster for hire concluded.

The question on her mind was who exactly was fighting one another? The ship captain seemed to share the sentiment, blaring the question on the comms on all open channels. Minerva’s jaw dropped and she exclaimed.

“Why don’t you paint the ship a red target while you’re at it!”

Then it occurred to Minerva, it could indeed mark them as a target, leading to a fight… Grinning at the chance to join the battle, she added while sitting down in the co-pilot seat. “Uh never mind what I said Eisa, keep asking. Bet you will get an answer.”

@Topher @Reyn

 

[Mara Kensei]

The Ground​

"No R6, I will not rethink this. There is a war going on down there, and I need to help." Mara said as she flew The Cobalt Soul towards the battle field, wincing as a stray blaster bolt hit the side of the ship. She sighed as she started flipping switches around her, queueing up the right systems. "Alright buddy, You ready?" R6 would shake it's head and chitter wildly in Binary, several of his tools flailing around in exasperation.

"Oh come on, we've done this plenty of times before!" Insert angery binary here. "Yes, I realize that people weren't shooting at us then, but you'll do great." Insert skeptical Binary noises here. "Alright, whatever. Just plug in and take control of the ship, please. You remember where the rendezvous point is, right?" Insert sarcastic Binary here. "Yes, I know where the rendezvous point is. Don't sass me. I'm still patched into the Jedi's comms?" Insert more Binary here. "Great. Remember, as soon as I give the clear, get the hell out of here. Awesome."

Mara patted R6 and grabbed her Wan-Shen, slinging it onto her back as she made her way down to the loading ramp. When she got to the loading ramp, she authorized the override to begin opening the ramp while in the air, and began walking down it. When the ship reached the back trenches of what she assumed to be the side that the Jedi were on, R6 spun the ship one hundred and eighty degrees so that Mara was facing the battle. Once the Ship stopped moving and just hovered over the trenches of soldiers, she hopped down and yelled into her commlink, "Alright R6, Get the Hell Out Of Here!"

The Wrean Matukai stood and began running toward the battlefield as her ship flew away from the battle. As she ran, she Switched channels to the Jedi comm channel and spoke, "Matukai Mara Kensei reporting for support, Where can I help?"

 

[Cyrus Anvari]

THEME​

Whoever had decided to field an aging, half-working, Imperial-II Star Destroyer needed to be taken on a long walk out an airlock, Wolfgang had quickly decided. A potentially vital asset rushed into battle to risk being destroyed was such a waste, not to mention it was a working piece of history. Sections of guns weren't even working and the only thing keeping the areas uncovered by armour plating safe were the admittedly formidable shields. The Sith couldn't tell if it was sloppy, hasty, or just plain ballsy, but it was irritating nonetheless. He'd only showed up to this offensive endeavour in the first place to speak to the engineers who had worked on getting the heavily-armed symbol of Imperial domination ready for war as well as tour the massive vessel. He'd thoroughly read schematics for it of course, but that was different from seeing it with one's own eyes.

Wolgang certainly hadn't been disappointed in the sheer scale of it, though he couldn't help but think it had traded efficiency for intimidation in several areas. Although the triangular design allowed it to focus all guns forward at a target, the bridge was top-mounted vulnerable. Not to mention everything was so utilitarian. An effective warship, but boring. A true example of Imperial aesthetic. Ah, but he had agreed to do a job, and from the sound of the alarms the ship was being boarded. A shame.

Wolfgang had chosen to wear a classic set of black robes, overtop which his armour had been placed. He'd swapped out the scout HUD and environment suit layer for a rebreather insert and vac-seals for the bodysuit. On his belt were both of his more practical lightsabers, a pair of foot-long phrik vibroblades across the back, his RSKF heavy blaster pistol in a reverse-draw holster on the left, and a pair of spare power packs, in addition to the standard belt goodies. He also carried a pair of grenades of his own, both concussion grenades. He had volunteered to take part in the battle after all, he just refused to participate on the ground. The Eternal had people for that.

The Sith politely thanked the engineer he had been speaking to and turned toward the other Sith with him. "It sounds like we have guests. I think I shall greet them. Care to join me?" he directed to the young man in the icy, rumbling baritone of his helmet's vocabulator. He moved off, beckoning to a pair of red-armoured soldiers on his way past to join him and burying his presence in the Force. Based on the scattered reports coming in that scrolled across the datapad in his left hand, the boarding forces contained both Jedi and ordinary soldiers. He would be remiss if he didn't give the grunts a chance to shoot something. Not to mention the Sith with him was still young yet, and the both of them could probably do with a bit of fighting in their lives. Best to keep in shape and impress Sith upper management once in a while.

Long, loping strides took him down the stark gray halls of the capital ship, moving toward where some of the fighting was loudest. On his way a report stated a TIE Bomber had been crushed into one of the hangar entranceways. They were obviously going for speed over stealth it seemed. Wolfgang watched as four security officers ran from another hallway ahead of him toward the hangar area, clearly in a rush to engage to intruders. He sighed softly and unclipped his lightsaber from his belt with his right hand and kept on walking.

He approached the hallway down which @Nykoria Tallis and @Izel Thral were situated just in time to hear the sound of the four security officers getting mowed down. How unfortunate for them. Wolfgang stepped from around the corner of the hallway a moment later, leather boots thumping gently against the durasteel floor. He ceased his concealment at that moment to make sure the two Jedi were aware of what he was, just the in case the armour and lightsaber hadn't made it clear.

"How heartless. Have you no mercy, Jedi?" he asked the two in a tone of mixed pity and concern as the two borrowed Guavian Death Gang enforcers rushed around the corner and began to open fire. The three marines immediately returned fire and, between the rapid engagement, the lack of cover, and the meager twenty meter distance, in what seemed like mere moments there were three dead marines and two dead gang enforcers.

"Well I guess that works out, doesn't it?" Wolfgang commented airily, ready to defend himself at any point should it be necessary despite his apparent indifference. Unlike many Sith, it wasn't anger that suffused his presence. It was the fires of pride and the grasping black hole of avarice that he used to draw on the Dark Side, his passions distinctly self-centered. They served him well, the Dark Side gathering around him like black storm clouds. Although he considered the Jedi beneath him, beneath all Sith, he would still fight them to keep his own interests safe. Today the Star Destroyer was one of those interests, so the Jedi had to be dealt with.

Wolfgang indicated vaguely in their direction with his datapad, crimson lightsaber snap-hissing into existence before him. "Come, let's get this over with. We have better things to do than handle you."

@Sreeya @Catbert @Reyn

 

[Talon Vizsla]

Talon stepped out of his spot quickly and fired as soon as he saw movement; unfortunately, the first thing he saw was a hand swinging for a blaster. His bolt passed through where the figure's arm had been moments before, and he cursed as the two security guard began to return fire. Quickly firing a few times for cover before stepping back into his little nook, Talon groaned at the missed opportunity to end this quickly.

He kept peeking around at the alert men to ensure nobody else was backing them up, but the blaster fire kept him from getting a good shot. Now both were slightly in front of Dol who had apparently gone unnoticed, while one was lifting his other arm to his mouth so as to apparently notify others of Tal's presence.

Talon shot again and finally hit one full in the chest; he arched his back, eyes wild and arms stiff, before slumping forward on the ground in defeat. Soon everyone would know they were aboard the ship; It was now or never.

@Dolworth

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth growled as he jerked back from the blaster fire. He kept still as a corpse, waiting as the security personnel entered the chamber. One took a blaster bolt square in the chest and slumped to the floor. Before the other man could click on the comm of their mouth, Dol, slid his knife slide into his right hip, making sure to pin the other man's hand between the hip and knife. The guard let out a yelp of pain, dropping his comm as Dolworth punched the man in the face before dragging him out of the doorway. He slammed the man up against the wall before Dol gave him a swift punch to the gut. The man's face went limp as he lost consciousness. Dol's face grimaced beneath his helmet before yanking his knife out of the man's hip. He wiped the blood away, holstering it before dragging both in and sealing the door.

"That will get some attention!" spat Dolworth, "Guard the bloody door!" he ordered, searching the guards to find a few more grenades. He snarled as he turned his attention towards the Ion Control systems. As he sat the grenades down he removed his helmet. This would require some delicate work...

It took him what felt like an eternity, piecing and splicing together all the detonator systems of each grenade to effectively jury rig it into a homemade bomb. Beads of sweat were draining from Dolworth's face as he knew if he messed up just once both he and Talon would be going up with the Ion Cannon's systems. He finally got the last few pieces together when they heard footsteps coming, "They'll be here soon!" spat Dol, setting the explosives near the ion controls' sensitive components. This should either outright destroy the Ion cannon or in the very least disable its use. Dolworth looked at Talon, nodding for him to open the door just as he pulled the pin on the fuse.

"We have at least a minute to be anywhere but this room!" spat Dolworth as he slid his helmet back on, "We just got to keep the Kriff heads from here so If i were us, I suggest we be on the other side of that door!" he said as he pointed to the open door, the footsteps now getting louder...

@DarkSaber

 

[Naxa]

The hull cutting capabilities of the blast boat made short work of the airlock. A clatter followed and the droid sprang through without a moment's hesitation. The cuttout piece of metal didn't finish ringing down the interrior of the corvette before the droid was leaping through it with its photoreceptors sighted down its blaster.

Immediatly there were no organics in sight. There were some flashing lights clearly indicating the ship had taken some damage. Moving deeper into the ship it gave a communication to the Doctor just in case she was hanging back in the event of a response team being ready for them. +Immediate area is clear. Proceeding to bridge.+

HPassing bulkhead after bulkhead carefully and sweeping for enemies, two Sith troopers came rounding the corner. Each earned a blaster bolt in the chest. Another pair followed with a hovers led that had been carrying a repair kit to another part of the ship. But it wasn't going to get there, at least not with their hands. The droid didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger twice more. "The lack of targets suggests the crew does not have its full passenger capacity and has sustained casualties in the exchange with enemy ships. They will know we are coming." To his calculations the bridge would have a minimum of five beings inside which would be locked down by the time they reach it. So far that had yet to stop them.

Occasionally a bit of a shake would rock the Resolute Defiance but the droid did not seem bothered by it and adjusted accordingly. If the two of them stayed on this ship too long, their chances of surviving the battle were decreasing let alone the theft of the capital ship itself. "It would be quicker if we had more crew. If you can convince them to man their stations in favor of survival, we might get out of here faster."


@Killa Ree

 

[Jago Haaldin]

As Jago made his way down the trench he caught sight of a brief shimmer and then a man that looked very familiar appear out of thin air! That wasn't the only thing he caught sight of however as 2 small objects were tossed his way, one in front of him and the other behind. Grenades of some kind Jago assumed and he wasn't about to wait and find out. Before either had a chance to land, Jago quickly juked to his left and planted his left hand on the left edge of the trench. With little effort due to years of training, Jago hoisted himself up and out of the trench. He stayed low and rolled away still duking as the grenades denotated. He avoided any damage from the weapons but the close proximity still deafened him.

"Ah that's fekking loud yeah!" Jago now on the left side of the trench looked ahead and saw the Sith(@Taz ) responsible for the destruction of the first gun. The Jedi he saw earlier was engaged with the Sith, firing off several blaster shots. What Jago also noticed was that he was on the same side of the trench as the Sith. Jago didn't want to get too close yet. He'd seen what the lightsabers could do as far as deflecting blaster shots and the Matukai didn't want to take a wild deflected shot to the gut. He still approached, just as he did he reached down and scooped up a decently sized rock. He let the light flow through him, and diffuse into the muscles of his right arm. With increased strength he threw the rock and aimed it at the Sith's head. The rock would be thrown at incredible speed, matching a blaster shot. After ward he'd fend off any more blaster shots aimed at him and wait for the Jedi (@Nightfall) to finish her assualt with her blaster before moving in to engage in full.

@RedneckLoves @Jocedor Oakther

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Well, this one seemed to be attentive to his defenses. The Sith had put of sufficient to make the arm-twisting attack useless, which meant Hannibal immediately let go and altered his focus. The Sith's influence on the Force and motions drew forth the vent covers, apparently to cover a retreat. Though one of them was behind the Jedi, its being ripped from the floor and his sense of the Force alerted him to the attack. If the Sith was moving to leave it was only polite to offer a parting gift.

"Thanks, you're a peach!" Hannibal called out as he ducked down and sidestepped diagonally left and forward away from the linear telekinetic attack to avoid both vent covers, voicing his apparent appreciation of his suggestion that the Sith should hide somewhere else as the higher of the two projectiles passed him by. His right hand turned and the Force answered his call, telekinetically influencing the vent cover that was coming in from behind. Hannibal increased its acceleration and added a spin, building on the Sith's efforts and thus directing it with alarming force toward the Sith's midsection, effectively returning the Sith's own attack towards him. "You can have this back, though."


As the door was damaged and began to close, Hannibal gave the Sith a cheery little wave from behind his silver blade, not bothering to try following him. The Sith wasn't his target here, the Star Destroyer was. The Sith was just in the way, a distraction. If Hannibal's opponent was going to leave then he'd just get back to business and probably go meet back up with Talak. Of course he'd still be on guard until the door fully closed and the Sith was no longer an immediate concern. Can't be too careful with these crazed cosplay enthusiast types.

"See ya next time!"

@Versok

 

[Dr Ilana Morata]

Having successfully made it through with the droid guard, she held her own stun blaster, keeping up an easy, long-legged pace with Naxa as he exterminated those few that came their way. Another subtle shudder came from the ship. Hearing his suggestion, Ilana merely nodded once.

"But of course. We always need organics, and unlike those with steel-coated programming... they can be convinced."

To find a comm would not be the hardest thing on this ship. All she would need is a way for the captain and his mates to hear.

Fishing around in the pockets in the nearest Imp, she found what she was looking for. The comm itself was a slim device, and routed to the bridge for further instruction. Clicking the on-comm button, her low, raspy voice filtered in their feed.

"This is MC, thanking you for your cooperation."

Her voice was low, honeyed... but beneath the warm words held a deep bed of wintery cruelty.

"For all those willing for a large credit bonus and a value for their lives, MC wishes to terminate your contract with Imperial influence and join us today! Those of you who fail to comply will be exterminated. Those of you who follow your failed Captain will be exterminated, and no credit bonuses will be paid. All benefits, including life longevity, will be excluded... because you will be terminated. If these terms and agreements are clear, please send your Captain along and come unarmed. You have one minute. Thank you."

Clicking off the comm, she tossed it off to one side, holding her blaster.

"Right. Time to see if they'll agree to employee benefits."

Time ticked. Silence... and then the sound of feet, of violent protesting.

Around the corner, two Devaronians held a thrashing human in their grasp, his uniform and insignia on full display. His eyes were wide, teeth gritted in rage.

"Thank you, back to your posts. You're hired," she said briskly, then glancing to Naxa.

"Continue on to the bridge. I will handle this one personally."

@Darasuum

 

[Talak Rand]

Talak watched as the crew members ran scrambling. He had no doubt that fleet security would be coming back soon, and when they arrived, he didn't want to be here anymore. Nor did he want this heavy turret back up and running again.

He moved quickly down the row of gunnery stations, digging his saber blade into each of the consoles as he moved through. The displays and controls were trashed as he went down the line, rendering the gun inoperable at least until the end of the battle and proper repairs could be made. All the better.

He took a step back to admire his handiwork with a smirk.

Now off to cause more trouble, I suppose, he said, glancing back toward the door.

Two minutes, he muttered to himself, counting the time until he estimated a security team would be here. With the chaos all over the ship, he doubted the response could be as swift even if they wanted to. No doubt they would be coming with a vengeance, though.

Jedi strike teams, report in, he said into his comlink over an encrypted Jedi channel. The message would be heard by any Jedi in the sector - even those who weren't aboard the destroyer - and even some of those who had coordinated with the strike teams before landing such as the pilots who had flown them in.

Although some might be too busy to give a status update, getting a feel for the flow of the battle would be helpful. Not to mention it would help to coordinate for the next attack, and Talak had plans. Oh, did he have plans.

@Mr. Teatime @Catbert @Reyn @Nightfall @JediKnightJocedorOakther @Phantom

 

[Eisa Wex]

A bemused expression crossed her features as Curse called out from the gunnery position, questioning who it was that she was to fire at - so far the comm channel had remained quiet or just full of static offering little much use in terms of getting an idea as to what they had just jumped into the middle of. "I Dunno" Eisa called out, before giving the control yoke a sudden hard yank to the side to manoeuvre the ship out of the way of incoming laser fire. "Guess anything that looks imperial and shoots with green guns, they're always the bad guys" she added, before abruptly falling silent as the Rim hopper made a sudden banking dive out of the way of some incoming fighters.

With a sharp groan the light freighter suddenly pulled out of its dive, before the hull reverberated with the sound of the engines being throttled up into full power, as the fiery haired spacer maneuverer the ship a little further out of the hot zone for a moment to try and get a clearer picture of the chaos that was surrounding them. Her emerald eyes quickly scanning over the view of the space battle ground through the transparisteel windshield and the cluttered display on the nav scanner off to her side. Her attention getting pulled away as the Mandalorian sat down and harnessed herself into the co-pilot's seat beside her.

Reaching over towards the flight control consoles, Eisa toggled the secondary weapons turrets control out of automatic and into manual for Minerva to control the smaller fixed turrets that wasn't being controlled by Curse - figuring that having both sets of the ships offensive systems in the hands of a warrior and a borderline sociopathic droid was a hell of a lot better than some outdated ship's automatic targeting algorithms.

Taking a deep breath, the spacer briefly closed her eyes for a moment to get a feel of the energies of the Force as well as to try and channel it through her mind, hoping that with the Force to enhance her senses she would be able to better anticipate and react to any of the threats that would come their way. As the spacer opened her eyes, a wild grin formed at the edge of her lips, knowing all to well that this simple little delivery run had for certainly gotten exciting. "If anyone shoots at us, light em up!" Eisa spoke out, her voice carrying a steely air of determination. "No Kriffer is getting in the way of us finishing our delivery!"

 

[Baldr Egilson]

Young Baldr Sigurd Egilson may have been fighting the first legitimate battle of his career as a Sith Legionnaire, but he was no fool. Large scale battles such as this one were not about single combat, but rather the taking down of important targets. The one remaining anti aircraft gun on Ryloth's defensive lines was the important target here, not a single little girl posing as a Jedi. Understanding this made his next move clear to him, so he lost no time relaying a request through his commlink integrated with the armor he wore.

The other Sith (@Castus Shan) he had been coming to support had already left the immediate vicinity, one of the Jedi (@Ilukai Koa) following him across the trench. Baldr had lost track of the familiar green skinned alien (@Jago Haaldin) after tossing the grenades at him, but was certain that the man wasn't an immediate threat to him. That only left a single opponent seemingly intent on him - the little blonde girl (@Jocedor Oakther) that held a brilliant blue lightsaber in front of her like some undefeatable pillar of light.

Young Baldr simply smirked with confidence as the girl shouted across the battlefield at him. As she glanced away from him and spoke into her own commlink, he heard his ride coming and quickly gathered the Force about himself. He held out one arm as the speeder neared, then used the Force to aid his movements as he swung up behind the driver - sabers deactivated but still in hand. The Jedi was still speaking into her commlink as they passed, weaving in an out of the scattered debris all about the battlefield.

Luckily they didn't have far to go. Baldr used the Force again to hop off the speeder and land gracefully as the driver continued on his way. The group of soldiers he had left to help his fellow Sith had made some headway against the superior numbers of the enemy forces. They were sheltered behind the twisted hull of a downed ship that had already exploded, leaving nothing left that would catch fire from enemy rounds.

After a short exchange of words with the man who was leading this bunch - the same man who had opened the door of the transport ship after they'd crashed not long in the past - he concluded that the soldiers had simply run out of explosives by the time they made it this close to the enemy lines. One swift motion clipped his right saber back on his belt while seemingly simultaneously unclipping one of two thermal detonators left on that side of his belt.

He threw the activated grenade like a fast pitch baseball, then smoothly returned to his belt for the last thermal detonator clipped to his belt and threw that one the next instant in exactly the same way. They were sheltered only 12 meters from the huge gun emplacement, an easy distance to close with the thrown grenades. Even if one was somehow deflected by enemy forces, they surely wouldn't have time to do the same with the second one. Besides, all he really had to hit was the ammo strewn about the weapon ready to load it - if those explosives were caught in the blast radius of the TD they would cause a chain reaction that would still accomplish the same end goal.

@Taz @Topher Ridge @Nightfall @JediKnightJocedorOakther

 

[Minerva Wren]

Minerva beamed at being given the smaller turret controls. Shoot at Imperial wannabes in a massive battle. Life day came early this year. The armored warrior suppressed a chuckle at the thought.

Spotting a pair of TIEs soaring in front, she aimed the guns at the one on the left. Target locked Minerva quickly squeezed the trigger, firing two bursts of laser bolts. The first shots missed but the second clipped the TIE in the wing and it collided with its partner, destroying them both.

“Die Imps, die!” She shouted in the cockpit. The empire that purged Minerva’s adopted ancestors was dead, but anyone who worships its legacy was fair game for her. The ship shook from a nearby explosion, vibrating her seat. Once Eisa spoke about the delivery and shooting anyone that gets in their way the Mandalorian couldn’t help but finally laugh.

“Music to my ears.”

@Topher @Reyn

 

[Helen Holcomb]

THEME

Helen reached out to adjust the settings on her targeting computer, twisting a knob on the side of the display until the darting TIE shape obligingly bracketed itself in her cross-hairs. Bearing her teeth beneath her helmet, the Lepi pressed the firing stud on her control stick, green laser bolts lancing out from three light laser cannons to shred the unlucky Imperial fighter.

"Splash one bandit!"

In the minutes since Helen had dropped out of hyperspace into the chaotic orbital battlefield above Ryloth, the young pilot had so far destroyed two starfighters with IFF signals that Ryloth Defense Command had identified as hostile. She had fallen in with a motley group of three other machines who identified themselves as Khurel Squadron, although given that there were only three of them not including herself, Helen figured they only used the term "Squadron" to sound more impressive.

"Good Shooting, Spare! Watch it, there's a Squint that looks like it's angling for you!"

Helen wasn't sure what she thought of the moniker "Spare", but given that she was only informal part of the group, she supposed she could live with it. It also sounded a bit like "Going Spare", and in her experience the enemy tended to fear someone who was a bit crazy. In the meantime, however, she looked around out of her cockpit, searching for the bogey her squadron leader had warned her about. Sure enough, she saw a TIE interceptor angling down to make a run at her.

"I see it!"

Helen knew that her machine was not as fast or as maneuverable as the Interceptor, having flown one before herself, but she also knew its weaknesses. She angled up her machine almost negligently, putting herself on a collision course with the TIE even as it turned to meet her, and opened up with her laser cannons.

She winced at the bangs and rattles of debris striking her ship's hull and stabilizers as she flew through the resulting debris field.

"Remind me why everyone is scared of these clowns again?"