The Battle For Remora III.

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Post by BattleDog » Fri Dec 01, 2006 11:46 pm

<B>An Allinace Cargo station hangs in orbit around the third planet of a four planet binary Star-System.<P>Year: 5 ABY<P>Stars:<P>Remora Prime<P>Remora Minor<P>Planets:<P>Remora I (Rock, no atmosphere)<P>Remora II (Habitable, barely; think Kessel) Two moons.<P>Remora III (Temperate Jungle) One moon.<P>Remora IV (Gas Giant) twelve moons, one disk.<P>The station is surrounded by cargo-containors, a single pair of X-Wings patrol the quiet system.<P>The Station is home to a new secret Alliance Project.</B><P>Post Fleets and we'll get moving.<p>[ 02 December 2006: Message edited by: BattleDog ]
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Post by General_Trageton » Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:46 am

Here's mine:

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Task Group Dominance

- DBC Dominance on maiden trip
Admiral Sara Phaley, task group commander
- TIE Vampire, 4 Squadrons (superiority)
- TIE Reaper, 2 Squadrons (assault)
- TIE Vampire Mk2, 1 Squadron (stealth)
- ESS Vampire, 1 Squadron (elite)

ICR Inferno
Cpt. Marcus Dalton
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- Victory Mk3, 1 Squadron (elite)

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Mjr. Mryna Qalic
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Task: Maiden voyage & Performance test
En route from Mithary to Cammos IV, stranded near Ramora due to hyperdrive failure on ICR Inferno,
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:24 am

5 ABY? Wow, that's a ways back in my time scheme. One of these days I need to put together a history so I don't keep changing it...<P><B>CEV Trinity</B><BR>Hecate-class destroyer<BR>Commodore Wes Janson<P>Alpha Wing- 4 Hercules II squadrons, 2 Ursa squadrons<BR>Beta Wing- 3 TIE Fighter (missile equipped) squadrons, 2 TIE Interceptor (shielded) squadrons, 1 TIE bomber (shielded) squadron<P><B>CEV Odessey</B><BR>Imperator II-class destroyer<BR>Captain Stewart<BR>Gamma Wing- 3 TIE Fighter (missile equipped) squadrons, 2 TIE Interceptor (shielded) squadrons, 1 TIE bomber (shielded) squadron<P><B>CEV Whirlwind</B><BR>Deimos-class frigate<P><B>CEV Randall I-III</B><BR>Carrack-class frigate group<P><B>Killimar Flight</B><BR>4 TIE Defenders (jamming beams)<BR>Lieutenant Alysonn Hann<P>Purpose: War games to develop tactics involving newly integrated technology vessels.<BR>Location: Remelier drift, a cometary cloud at the fringe of the Remora system.
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Post by Will T » Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:46 pm

Heheh, excellent, we've been needing a good battle thread. Time to bring in my new fleet :D <P>Faction: Imperial loyalists<P><B>ISD-II Subjugator</B><BR>Vice-Admiral Marcus Pitto<BR>-Spectre Flight (4 TIE Defenders)<BR>-Alpha Squadron (TIE Fighters)<BR>-Gamma Squadron (TIE Bombers)<BR>-Delta Squadron (TIE Interceptors)<P><B>ISD-II Repressor</B><BR>Captain Dantil Normaas<BR>-Ghost Flight (4 TIE Avengers)<BR>-Beta Squadron (TIE Fighters)<BR>-Kappa Squadron (TIE Bombers)<BR>-Eta Flight (6 TIE Interceptors)<P><B>Tector-class Persecutor</B><BR>Captain Phis Lamarte<BR>-No starfighters<P><B>VSD-II Pestilence</B><BR>Captain Samis Velsner<BR>-Espsilon Squadron (TIE Fighters)<BR>-Tau Flight (4 Assault Gunboats)<P><B>VSD-II Plague</B><BR>Captain Alarn Cheis<BR>-Upsilon Squadron (TIE Fighters)<BR>-Rho Flight (4 Assault Gunboats)<BR>-Shade Flight (3 Missile Boats)<P><B>Xiytiar Transports SCX-110 - SCX-114</B><BR>Cargo vessels<P><B>CTRNS Rel and Dil</B><BR>Cargo vessels<P><B>BFF-1 Transports Sara I-IV</B><BR>Cargo vessels<P><B>MOB Kiltim I-V</B><BR>Cargo vessels<P><B>3x Cargo Container trains</B><P><BR><B>Purpose:</B> Escorting cargo convoy transit through neighbouring system.<P>EDIT: Just realised I have two names in common with GT, totally coincidental :D<p>[ 04 December 2006: Message edited by: The 95 Headhunter ]
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Post by General_Trageton » Mon Dec 04, 2006 10:17 pm

Hmmm..... that's tricky.<P>While the ESS were founded Wes was already Admiral (AFAIK)<P>So the only 'logical' explaination for this would be a temporal anomaly that dropped the Dominance and her flightgroup back in time :)<P>Well, fine with me :)<P>--------------<P>Sara Phaley blinked trying to shake of the dizziness. Whatever had hit them, it had given them quite a plunge ride out of hyperspace. She felt slightly sick.<P>"Report!"<BR>"Something hit us."<BR>"Damage?"<BR>"None, Ma'am. No sign of EMP disruption or anything else. No physical hits or anything.<BR>Well, that was the good news after the shock.<BR>"Where are we?"<BR>"We are ..." the officer started. "I don't know, Admiral."<BR>"Could you detail that?" Sara demanded. That answer was not really satisfying.<BR>"Our sensor systems have gone crazy. Whatever has hit us, it has made our systems go haywire. I'm trying to recalibrate."<BR>"Do that!" Sara approved. So much for them. Looking out of the bridge viewport she let out a sigh of relief spotting the bulky shape of the old destroyer hanging beside them at a moderate distance. Pushing a button on her arm console revealed a comm pad on which she keyed in some codes and commands.<BR>"Inferno, come in. Can you hear me?"<BR>"Inferno here." The voice of a middle-aged man replied with slight distortions. "We hear you Dominance. What has happened?" <BR>"We're elaborating this just now." Sara explained. "How's your status?"<BR>"We're pretty much alright. Sensors have gone crazy. We're recalibrating them now."<BR>"Good. Stand by for further notice."<BR>"Acknowledged, Dominance. Inferno out."<P>"Sensors back up, Admiral."<BR>"Excellent. So where are we?"<BR>"We're somewhere between ESS and Corellian territory. This should be the Remora system." There was a pause. "That is, at least <B>where</B> we are." <BR>Sara frowned. There was an odd tone in his voice. "What do you mean?" Sara asked.<BR>"We're in the Remora system, that is for sure.... but"<BR>"but?"<BR>"Look at this." the man said. In that moment a flash lit up the bridge as a large three-dimensional image of numerous stars and their systems. "This is the Remora system" said Marcus. "the way it should be." Whatever the man was just elaborating, it was enough to unrest her. Sara observed the stars and planets spinning idly in front of her.<BR>"Now this ...." said the officer and the image was shrinked to half its size. "is the Remora System as sensors read it now." A new starmap appeared in front of her. The planets and stars were still there but the positions and constellations clearly differed from the other image.<BR>"The constellation of the stars and planets is totally out of place."<BR>"I see what you mean." Sara admitted." Her sick feeling grew stronger, when she started to realize what she was seeing here. "Can you find out the exact time of this constellation?"<BR>The man's expression darkened. "2523::05::28 UPT."<BR>Sara stared at the image. "That means we're ten years in the past."<p>[ 05 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Mon Dec 04, 2006 11:38 pm

Aww, I was about to fix my post...<P>I forgot about the fact that Janson was Admiral first. My bad. Like I said, I need a timeline. <P>-----------------------<P>"Sir, the subspace drive is now stable."<P>"What happened?" Janson demanded.<P>"It looks like the new shield generators destabilized the subspace window that we tried to open. Looks like we best stick to hyperdrive with the shields. These subspace drives are best for short jumps anyways."<P>"Any damage?" <P>"Electronics and sensors acting erratically. We are picking up some strange contacts at extreme range that weren't there before."<P>"Get us into the drift and shut down non-essential systems." Commodore Janson sighed. He really shouldn't be out here. As heir to the Supreme Commander of the Corellian Empire, his advisors kept telling him that he was too valuable to risk testing the new ships they occasionally brought in with the array. He had always responded that nowhere was safe, with the spacefolds that appeared randomly increasing in frequency. They were the whole reason for the array, to try to control them. It was a mess, one Janson was soon to inherit. The Supreme Commander was not long of living. And here he was, testing the third attempted refit of standard technologies onto these acquired ships. It was not going well. Kiris station was well behind schedule. Still, he was curious about these new intruders. "Have Killimar Flight make a recon pass of the new vessels. Non-aggressive profile, only."
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Post by General_Trageton » Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:48 pm

"Aw great." The sensors officer snarled.<BR>"What is it, Lieutenant?" Sara demanded moving behind the man. She had started pacing the bridge since she hated sitting around waiting for their specialists to come up with a solution for their delicate situation.<BR>"Sensors pick up several contacts outside the system."<BR>"IFF?"<BR>The man's face brightened. "Corellian Empire as it seems."<BR>"Should we hail them, Admiral? Perhaps they ..."<BR>"No!" Sara interrupted. "At this point in our history the CE don't know of our existence."<BR>Her eyes narrowed. Supreme Commander Trageton had made first contact with the CE mere four years ago - out of a rather illustrious and incidental encounter, as he had told her afterwards. <BR>"Remain passive, maybe they'll just overlook us." <I>Yeah right!</I> was the next thought that sprung her mind. Overlooking 13km long battlecruiser in the middle of empty space would take a great deal of ignorance - or dumb luck.<BR>"They're sending out patrols - our way."<BR>So much for overlooking them. Things were getting more than uncomfortable. If they made any contact with the CE, they would risk radically altering the course of events. And ten years were a lot of time to ruin history.<BR>"Plot a hyperspace course out of this system." Sara ordered. "See if we can hide in some nebula until we find a solution for this mess!"<BR>"Too late, Admiral" the comm chief replied, his face had slightly lost color. "We're being hailed."<p>[ 05 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by Will T » Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:20 pm

The Nonis Drift was as uninteresting an interstellar body as one could possibly dare to document. Consisting of tiny particles of obliterated rock, it was a brownish smudge on the sheer blackness of deep space. Yet it did serve one purpose: the lack of anything of interest in the area made it a perfect transit point for cargo convoys.<BR>Into the tranquility of the drift suddenly shot a number of large shapes, decelerating from incredible speeds. <P>"Status." Vice-Admiral Marcus Pitto said tiredly, more of a statement than a question. He had only recently been granted his rank, and he knew all to well that he had neither the age nor the experience to warrant the title, his crew were likewise fresh-faced recruits. Too many of the Empire's veterans had ran off at the first news of the Emperor's death to the various warlords that had sprung up. This was typefied by the ensign that delivered the report, a young human who had barely started shaving. Nonetheless, the youth was enthusiastic and ambitious, and most importantly showing the first signs of competance.<BR>"All cargo vessels and escorts have reported in, all systems nominal sir."<BR>Pitto sighed, he longed for combat action, and a chance to beat back the usurpers that had murdered so many of his heroes. With an unexpected suddeness that made him jump slightly, the lieutenant manning the sensor station gave an unprofessional yelp and shouted for his commander. Pitto went over him, gave him a stern look and asked with weary resignation,<BR>"What is it?"<BR>"Sir, long range sensors have detected several vessels in the nearby Remora system. The system isn't charted particularly extensively, I have very limited information on it, what little I do have suggests no sentient life, and no colonisation or outposts of any sort. But if the sensors are correct, there's a starship there over 13km long!"<BR>Pitto felt the familiar stirrings of anxious excitement, but his orders and the value of his cargo maintained strictly that there were to be no unnesecary engagements. Still, an unknown 13km vessel could not be counted as an ordinary occurence. In a relatively short space of time, Pitto made his decision.<BR>"Have all vessels hold position until further notice. Continue to monitor the system and alert me to the first signs of any development."<BR>"Aye sir."<BR>Pitto strode off back to the large viewport at the front of the bridge, and stared at the stars.
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<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by General_Trageton:<BR><STRONG>Hmmm..... that's tricky.<P>While the ESS were founded Wes was already Admiral (AFAIK)<P>So the only 'logical' explaination for this would be a temporal anomaly that dropped the Dominance and her flightgroup back in time :)<P>Well, fine with me :)<P>--------------<P>Sara Phaley blinked trying to shake of the dizziness. Whatever had hit them, it had given them quite a plunge ride out of hyperspace. She felt slightly sick.<P>"Report!"<BR>"Something hit us."<BR>"Damage?"<BR>"None, Ma'am. No sign of EMP disruption or anything else. No physical hits or anything.<BR>Well, that was the good news after the shock.<BR>"Where are we?"<BR>"We are ..." the officer started. "I don't know, Admiral."<BR>"Could you detail that?" Sara demanded. That answer was not really satisfying.<BR>"Our sensor systems have gone crazy. Whatever has hit us, it has made our systems go haywire. I'm trying to recalibrate."<BR>"Do that!" Sara approved. So much for them. Looking out of the bridge viewport she let out a sigh of relief spotting the bulky shape of the old destroyer hanging beside them at a moderate distance. Pushing a button on her arm console revealed a comm pad on which she keyed in some codes and commands.<BR>"Inferno, come in. Can you hear me?"<BR>"Inferno here." The voice of a middle-aged man replied with slight distortions. "We hear you Dominance. What has happened?" <BR>"We're elaborating this just now." Sara explained. "How's your status?"<BR>"We're pretty much alright. Sensors have gone crazy. We're recalibrating them now."<BR>"Good. Stand by for further notice."<BR>"Acknowledged, Dominance. Inferno out."<P>"Sensors back up, Admiral."<BR>"Excellent. So where are we?"<BR>"We're somewhere between ESS and Corellian territory. This should be the Remora system." There was a pause. "That is, at least <B>where</B> we are." <BR>Sara frowned. There was an odd tone in his voice. "What do you mean?" Sara asked.<BR>"We're in the Remora system, that is for sure.... but"<BR>"but?"<BR>"Look at this." the man said. In that moment a flash lit up the bridge as a large three-dimensional image of numerous stars and their systems. "This is the Remora system" said Marcus. "the way it should be." Whatever the man was just elaborating, it was enough to unrest her. Sara observed the stars and planets spinning idly in front of her.<BR>"Now this ...." said the officer and the image was shrinked to half its size. "is the Remora System as sensors read it now." A new starmap appeared in front of her. The planets and stars were still there but the positions and constellations clearly differed from the other image.<BR>"The constellation of the stars and planets is totally out of place."<BR>"I see what you mean." Sara admitted." Her sick feeling grew stronger, when she started to realize what she was seeing here. "Can you find out the exact time of this constellation?"<BR>The man's expression darkened. "2523::05::28 UPT."<BR>Sara stared at the image. "That means we're ten years in the past."<P>[ 05 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]</STRONG><HR></BLOCKQUOTE><P>I like that post where did you get that quote, and from what book if I may say?
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Post by Draco429 » Fri Dec 08, 2006 3:21 am

Do you even read the rest of the posts? It's a roleplay. They're making this up as they go.
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Fri Dec 08, 2006 11:42 am

Freshly graduated Lieutenant Alysonn Hann was still in awe of her status as flight leader. Though to be fair, she was nearly positive it was because her father had been sort of a mentor to both Commodore Janson and Captain Stewart. Either way, she wasn't complaining. The only thing better would be one of the new Erines fighters, but while those things were fare more powerful, it was at a cost of size and manueverability. <P>"Flight, close up and switch sensors to focused cone. We don't want to get too close, one of those things is the nearly the size of the new Sovereigns back in the Yard." <P>"Lead, Three. I'm getting funny results on the energy receptor."<P>"Define funny, Three."<P>"It looks like the ships have some sort of subspace signature, just like when we use the new drive systems."<P>"Lead, Two, I've got something else. Try running a transponder inquiry on that big ship." <P>Alysonn did so as she eyeballed the thing they approached. No longer than her finger at this distance, the thing looked like a cross between a serrated vibroblade and one of the few Executor class that the Corellian Fleet had. The ship ID pinged at her. <P><I>##Transponder standard inquiry frequency 131CRC-A## <BR>##Response recieved frequency 141CRC-S##<BR>##Transponder code not in database##<BR>##Transponder code contains recognized subcodes##<BR>##Subcode AFF-ALQ226 matches standard hailing code database##<BR>##Vessel transponder subcode settings are that of allied vessel. Primary transponder settings unrecognized## <BR>##Request manual confirmation of status##<BR>##Transponder registers as as DBC Dominance##<BR>##Name and prefix not in database##</I><P>"What the kriff? Good work flight." She keyed her comm to the <I>Trinity</I>. Something like this was worth breaking comm silence. <P>"Killimar flight to command, request ststus update. We have recieved odd readings on the new ships, including getting a Corellian handshake code from their transponder."<P>--------------<P>"...handshake code from their transponder."<P>Janson ran the code through the main computer again. The code was genuine. But how did these intruders have it? One way to find out. <P>"Killimar flight, send an inquiry to the vessels as to origin, status, and intentions."<P>Maybe they were allies, ones that the Supreme commander had kept hidden during his campaign against Warlord DeGaulle. <P>------------------------------------<BR>I figure that there would be some sort of handshake codes given how often Corellian and ESS ships interact...
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Post by General_Trageton » Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:33 pm

"DBC Dominance, this is Kliimar Flight of the Corellian Empire. Please come in!"<BR>Now what to do? They never brief you in time travelling back at the academy.<BR>"Send a standard hailing!" Sara ordered. There was little choice. Although so far safe time travelling had not been technically achieved, the theoretical possibility had been widely known and accepted. <P>And as she suddenly remembered, sometime within the last century protocols had been defined on how to deal with such encounters.<P>"Please state your status, origin and intentions!"<BR>Sara sighed. The best thing would probably be laying the cards on the table. <BR>"This is ESS Dominance. We're all clear, no damage. We've been en route from Mithary to Cammos when we dropped out of hyperspace here." <BR>There was a pause. Suddenly Sara realized with shock, what she had said. 10 years before their time, Mithary was still Corellian property - mostly undeveloped but still under their control. <BR>"We received no confirmation of your departure from Mithary. You might want to provide a proper explanation."<BR>Sara silently cursed. So much for standard procedures! Here some improvising was necessary.<BR>"The details of our journey are of classified Command Level Alpha C-228 Epsilon." She dearly hoped this would work. In her time this security clearance code would provide a closed connection to Admiral Wes Janson - it was only available to the highest ESS commanders - General Trageton, Admiral Rhitargo and herself. Whatever his position might be at this point in time, Wes Janson might be the only person - although not yet knowing - whom they could trust.<P>-----------<P>Mryna Qhalic hated sitting still. They'd been thrown backwards in time, the news hadn't taken long to roll through the entire ship. Now she was waiting, sitting in the Black Scorpion's cockpit, feet idly rested on the middle console. That discipline which she had showed as fighter pilot and squad leader in the past had slightly worn off - as special forces agent, reporting directly to supreme command she could allow herself more liberties.<P>But even now those were worth nothing as the entire ship was now under lock-down for the time being. Yet her instincts told her that this wouldn't be for long. Something was coming up, she could feel it. Things would not go off as smooth as the officers and captains would like. There were always many variables.<p>[ 10 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Sun Dec 10, 2006 4:14 pm

"The details of our journey are of classified Command Level Alpha C-228 Epsilon."<P>Alysonn frowned. "What the kriff?" she mumbled to herself. That wasn't a classification code, it sounded like a communications frequency. Not one that she recognized, at the least. And why were they coming from Mithary, anyways? There was nothing there, just a little backwater planet. resource rich, according to rumors, but beyond a small observation station, nothing. She switched the comm back to the <I>Trinity</I>. "Killimar Flight to Trinity Actual, we have a situation." <P>"Go ahead, Flight." The response was nearly instantaneous. <P>"They say they came from Mithary, and gave us a bogus classification code. It sounded like a comm code though. Alpha C-228 Epsilon." <P>There was a hiss on the other side. "I was right. The Supreme Commander must have kept this as a backup plan. All right. May as well try talking to them directly."<P>--------------<P>"This is CEV <I>Trinity</I> to ESS <I>Dominance</I>. I must apologize, but we were not informed of your arrival by Supreme Commander Wainwright. You may not want to give out his comm code to just anyone, or he may have to change it. Please restate why you are in-system."<P>A female voice replied with what sounded like relief mixed with confusion. "Good to hear from you <I>Trinity</I>. We were on a shakedown cruise from Mithary when our escort suffered a drive failure." <P>"Shakedown cruise? There are no shipyards at Mithary. Mind explaining?" <P>"No Corellian shipyards, no. We've had some facilities there since the Supreme Commander gave us permission to use the system." <P>Wainwright letting an ally build a shipyard in Corellian Space? That didn't seem to add up. Not only would Janson have known about it, but the Admiral was notoriously paranoid, which had admittedly served Corellia well at times. He wondered if this were a Stumbos trick. If it was, it could be a problem. "Captain Arden, contact fleet command, and have them deploy the <I>Night Raven</I> to our position." "<I>Dominance</I>, why were you trying to contact Admiral Wainwright?" There was a long pause.
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Post by General_Trageton » Sun Dec 10, 2006 6:17 pm

<I>Say no more!</I> a part of Sara kept commanding herself. <I>Each word you speak will make things worse!</I><BR>The other part would just empty her heart and tell the whole story. She was a strategist, not a diplomat, for the stars' sake!<BR><I>Calm down, Sara!</I><BR>"Our situation is far more complicated than it appears."<BR>"I assume that." Then Sara recognized the voice - serene but hard as durasteel. Wes Janson. "Now please fill me in: What was your dealing with Admiral Wainwright?"<BR>Again Sara cursed. She should have read Janson's bio more intensely - as it looked, he was not yet holding the title of Supreme Commander. She'd never met this Wainwright, and since Janson was in charge back in their time, she assumed neither had Trageton.<BR>"Actually" she started. "We were trying to contact you, Admiral Janson...?"<BR>There was a long pause.<BR>"You flatter me, but so far I only hold the rank of Commodore. Why would you assume I hold supreme command over the Corellian Empire?" The voice recognizably lost height.<BR>"Who gave you this information - and for what purpose? and most of all: who provided you with the clearance code?"<BR>The distressed report from left of hers barely caught her attention. "They're raising their shields."<BR>"The answer is probably more simple for us than it is for you." Loose phrases, she thought, nothing that would really satisfy the Corellian Commander. "You gave it to us."<BR>"Me?" Janson replied hardly impressed. "I'd most certainly remember that."<BR>"That's right Sara admitted. "In fact, it will be a few years until you will give us the codes."<BR>There was a pause. Miraculous as it was, her answer surely had made Janson think. Slowly she regained her confidence. She could convince him of their situation if she picked the right arguments at the right time.<BR>"What do you mean?"<BR>"time." Sara said. "you and we share a common history. Unfortunately, and this is our problem" Sara continued, "this history lies your future." That was pathetic. She was talking as if to a crowd of common folk before her. Yet a phrase like 'we come from the future' was hardly appropriate.<BR>"Is that so?" Janson said and his voice seemed to have dropped another half octave. "Enlighten me!"<BR>"Actually we aren't supposed to have met yet. In a few years you will encounter a new civilization at the edge of the Corellian Empire. From this encounter an alliance will be established between the two cultures.<BR>"That is a lovely story, ESS Dominance." Janson replied icy. "Why would I believe you?"<BR>Sara sighed. "I have no means of proving my statements without risking radical - and probably fatal - influences on the natural course of time."<BR>"You're speaking of the temporal prime directive." Janson said slowly. His tone had changed. "Considering the possibility that what you say is true, we would indeed have a problem here."<BR>"As of now, I can only assure you that we are allies to the Corellian Empire and our sole intention is to get back to where - or when - we came from."<BR>"Admiral?" She blinked. This time the sensors officer's voice was alarmed enough to gain her attention. <BR>"Excuse me, Commodore" Sara apologized and turned to the man. "What is it?"<BR>"sensors pick up echoes from the nearby Nonis Drift."<BR>"A ship?"<BR>"Possible, but unclear. That debris does a good job in coverage. Something is in there."<P>[ 10 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]<p>[ 10 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by Will T » Sun Dec 10, 2006 7:26 pm

On the bridge of the Subjugator, Pitto sat transfixed by the ghostly blue image before him. The enigma of the sword-shaped vessel’s origins was compounded by small details the Admiral actually recognised. In it, he saw design elements from the archaic Venator-class, the colossal Executor-class and innumerable others; where his own Imperial-class was viciously contoured, imposing and possessing of a cold splendour, the avatar of the unknown vessel before him was a thing of artistic and wondrous beauty, bearing a striking elegance in its size and aggressive taper. Despite the misleading sense of familiarity, the ship was clearly different from anything Pitto had encountered before; the bridge tower and dorsal superstructure were a radical departure from any of the Empire’s other designs, but the possibility of anyone but the Empire possessing a ship of such great size was difficult to contemplate.<BR>Yet Pitto had vague recollections of a ship of comparative size that the Emperor had given to one of his force-wielding cronies; even as he tried to recover from the depths of his memory the images he had seen of that ship, Pitto wondered if perhaps this could be the custom design of some wealthy Imperial hierarch, or a particular favourite of the late Emperor.<BR>Pitto found himself suddenly overcome with desire, both to find out more about it, but also to do everything he could to possess such a vessel for himself. The fracturing of the Empire had left the true loyalists lacking a large proportion of their once mighty starfleet, and any cruiser larger than an ISD was an incredibly valuable property. Pitto knew for certain the mysterious starship was not a loyalist vessel, and the way he saw it that left him two options: capture the vessel for the Empire, or else destroy it. Of course neither provided much comfort; they were both near impossible tasks for his limited task force. <BR>Or were they? Sensors had shown an additional group of unknown capital ships, and an as yet overlooked rebel outpost all in the same sector. Though no fighting had broken out, the postures the various ships were adopting were hardly friendly: shields were raised and the larger fleet was maintaining a cautious defence pattern, potential allies perhaps?<BR>Pitto’s musings were interrupted by a sudden ping from the comlink on the arm of his chair.<BR>“Yes?”<BR>“Sir, the unknown vessel just attempted a sensor focus on our position, so far as we can tell the drift protected us as expected, but there is a chance they are aware of us.”<BR>Pitto hissed sharply, events were rapidly beginning to unravel. <BR>“Contact Admiral Dharma, inform him of events and our current status and copy sensor reports to him. Recommend forwarding this to Director Isard, and then patch me through to Captain Velsner.”<BR>“Aye sir!”<BR>There followed a few seconds of faint static, before Velsner’s deep baritone came through.<BR>“Admiral?”<BR>“I assume you’ve been kept informed of events, captain? I want you to scramble Tau squadron immediately, have them hyper to the Remora system and investigate. Emphasise that they are not, under any circumstances to engage. Their mission is intelligence gathering only. Oh, and tell them not to bother trying to remain unseen, they’ll be detected as soon as they arrive, they are to keep our current position locked in at all time and to bug out at the first sign of trouble.”<BR>Pitto keyed in a command on the comlink, opening the main command channel. “Vice-Admiral Pitto to all commands, make ready to depart to the Remora system at a moments notice, assume system is hostile.”<BR>Shrugging off the pang of guilt he felt at having sent four men to almost certain death, Pitto poured himself a glass of iced water, trying desperately to stop his hand quivering.
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Post by BattleDog » Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:15 am

*A Claxon blaring jarred Wing Commander Flax from sleep, he slammed the comlink on the wall.*<P>Flax: Yes.<P>Comm: Commander, this is the Bridge, the Admiral want you on the Bridge, A-SAP.<P>Flax: Copy.<P>*Flax' young wife, Sophae looked up from where her head had rested on his chest. She pushed a strand of rose-blonde hair out of her face and smiled.*<P>Sophae: Duty calls!<P>Flax: Ha! The wrong type of duty.<P>*She sat up, ullowing him to swing his legs out onto the cold metallic floor and dive into the fresher'. Three minutes later he was tollerably clean and shaved. Sophae tossed him smalls, a flightsuit, socks and boots. Dressed, he kissed her on the forehead, hit the door release and set off towards the turbolift at a jog.*<P>*Flax arrived on the Bridge of the <I>Independance</I>, Flagship of the Third Fleet in another four minutes.*<P>Flax: *To the Admiral.* Sir, reporting as ordered!<P>*Rear Admiral Thran was a man in his early forties, short and stocky with dark greying hair and steely eyes he was nothing next to General Avaris, a lean and severe Bothan of middle-age and Third Fleet CAG.*<P>Thran: Commander, your wing is being prepped as we speak. We have a situation developing in Remora.<P>*Thran turned to a holo-display.*<P>We have two opposing fleets in what may be stand-off positions, they both reverted to realspace within a few minutes of each other. Both jumps appear to have been aborted from what we can tell. Six ships, including one of considerable size. We're hoping they'll just leave, or blow each other to bits and leave us alone. Unfortunately we can't leave this to chance.<P>We CAN NOT allow those prototypes to fall into the wrong hands. Your Wing will be our advance guard. The Defiance and Defender are standing ready but I want to gather the rest of the battlegroup before we jump.<P>So go in, ask everyone to leave nicely and if that doesn't work cover the evacuation as best you can and frag the station.<P>Avaris: The Defiance' Wing in standing by but I'm not risking six dozen fighters and one wing will look bad enough. We need to show them we mean buisness, but not provoke them. Don't make any sudden moves.<P>Flax: Sir, we're still short on torps, my bombers can't carry more than a half load with what we have.<P>Avaris: I've ordered the magazines emptied. Your Y-Wings will have one full load but don't come back here looking for a reload because we won't have one.<P>Flax: Understood sir.<P>*He salutes, spins on his heal and sprints for the turbo lift.*<P>*Two minutes later, on the fast shoot.*<P>*Flax exited the fast lift and headed for the centre of the hanger. Arriving in the space clear for emergency briefings he adressed his three-dozen pilots.*<P>Flax: Okay, here's the situation. We have six unknown Capital-ships of possibly two factions facing off in our research base's back yard. We go in show them we mean buisness, then ask them to go measure up somewhere else. Keep your guns powered down and don't light up your targeting computers unless I say so.<P>Lets go people!<P>*The Pilots spinted for their fighters, Flax arrived at his Red One X-Wing, pained with black nose and cannons, vaulting into the cockpit he nodded to the crew cheaf and waved to Chip, his R2, then he pulled on his gloves and helmet. Closing his canopy he keyed his Com.*<P>Flax: Paladin Wing, requestion Magnum launch.<P>*Sophae's voice came over the Com, floating down to him.*<P>Sophae: This is flight, you're all clear Paladin. Come back in one piece.<P>Flax: Copy, have a cup of Tae ready for the returning hero.<P>*Flax heard her laughter, then switched to the Wing Channel.*<P>Okay Paladins, lets go to it, check in by numbers.<P>*After the Check in the fighters of Red, Gold and Blue Squadrons exited the <I>Independance'</I> hanger bay, running hot for the the jump point. 12 minutes and a short jump saw the Paladin Wing in the Remor system.*<P>Flax: Unidentified ships, this is Wing Commander Flax, leading Paladin Wing off the <I>AS Independance</I>. You are tresspassing in Alliance terratory and I must respectfully ask you to leave.
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:00 am

The situation was getting busy, fast. First this ESS group from the future, and now the Alliance. All he needed for the Empire to show up or something. Or... <P>"Shavit!" a brief flicker of light at the corner of the viewport confirmed his suspicions. They had been followed. Evidently DeGaulle had managed to track him here. A scan showed the force to be smaller than expected- a black hulled Vengeance battlecruiser and a trio of Dreadnaughts. First things first. "Sorry, Alliance. We're kind of busy here. ask again later." Next was to get the fleet prepared. While not exactly a wargame, this would work just as well. "All hands, red alert. Set condition one throughout the fleet. This is not a drill. Launch Beta and Gamma wings. Keep Alpha on standby. Gunnery, start heavycharging the capacitors for the main guns. Captain Stewart, take your group and cover our flank."<P>The bridge crew exploded into action as klaxons began to ring. "Dominance, this is Trinity. You wouldn't happen to know if you were involved in this battle or not?" <P>"You mean a predestination paradox? We have no way to be sure. We don't have much on the early Corellian history." <P>Janson grinned wryly, dropping the threatening tone from earlier. "Evidently not. Though I do like the sound of this being considered early. Means I'm around a while." A mild curse drifted back through the comm at having given away more information about the future. The woman in charge of the fleet was far too uptight about the whole timeline thing. Wes knew he really should be too, but a six-month stint at Knossos tended to put things into perspective. Plus, it was always an advantage to have the other person off-balance, especially when they still outgunned you, purported ally or not. <P>As TIEs streamed out of the hangars of Trinity and Odessey, he could imagine a similar cloud forming around the enemy force. Off to the side, the Alliance force seemed to be holding position, milling in confusion. Loud pinging suddenly sounded over the noisy bridge. "What is it?"<P>A lieutenant looked up. "We're being scanned by an Imperial scout. And Odessey was just hailed. They thought she was one of theirs." <P>Janson resisted the temptation to slap his forehead. It was as if he had summoned them by his earlier thoughts. What was next, a giant space weasel? "Tell them if they want to help, there's that battlecruiser they can play with. They are hurting for heavy ships. If they take out the Stumbos group, they can keep her. There's also some Alliance ships in system to play tag with. We may want to get some space, it's looking like this may turn into a melee if someone starts shooting. Chart a course towards the inner system as a withdrawl option."
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Post by BattleDog » Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:21 pm

*At about the same time Red and yellow blips lit up Flax' display, adding to the existing mess of green, blue and purple.*<P>Flax: Sithspit! Imperial Gunboats. Blue Squad, nail them now! Engage jammers and frag!<P>Blue Leader: Copy, Red Leader.<P>*The A-Wings actived their jammers and static filled the cockpits of every fighter. Meanwhile the interceptors had split into wing pairs and were tagging the gunboats with missiles. Flax turned the rest of the wing out of the jamming field and keyed his subspace com.*<P>Flax: <I>Independance</I>, this is Red Leader, we have Correlian and unidentified ships in the vicinity. Looks like we're in the middle of their Civil War and we've just had Imperial gunboats jump in. Blue group are engaging now. *Flax didn't need to tell them the gunboats were being jammed to stop them getting a message out, anything else would have been shere incompetance.*<P>Independance: Red Leader, order the station to begin evaction, once all the personnel are clear destroy the station with proton torpedos, don't leave anything for the imps to pick up.<P>The Imdependance and Defiance will be jumping in shortly, hang tight.
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Post by Will T » Tue Dec 12, 2006 8:57 pm

With sensor reports and comm messages flying at him from all directions, Pitto knew that the delicate hornet's nest that was the Remora system had just been blown wide open, and a shootout was inevitable. It was now simply a question of who bore the most scars.<P>Despite their heavy shielding, the gunboats of Tau squadron were helpless against the swarm of missiles. Their commander immeidately ordered them to bug out, but two of the gunboats vanished in expanding plumes of orange flame and blackened debris before he even finished giving the order. By the time the remaining two ships engaged their hyperdrives, the squadron leader had lost all shield and weapon power, and his wingmate was missing both starboard winglets and the starboard thruster.<P>"Admiral, incoming message from Admiral Dharma: Green light to engage."<BR>"Acknowledge that transmission, then send this to all commands: All vessels are to make final combat preparations, form up in pattern Victor-1 and enter hyperspace to the given co-ordinates. Further to Admial Dharma, request Interdictor support." Pitto barked at his comm officer. No sooner had he finished than the starfighter co-ordinator gave a shout of his own.<BR>"Sir, Tau 1 and 2 have returned, both heavily damaged. Message coming through now. They say they had their comms jammed by an A-Wing squadron and sustained losses. They also add before they were jammed they received a message from contact uniform-3. Message reads 'we know you're there, if you want a proper starship come and get it, apparently indicating contact uniform-6.'"<BR>Pitto rubbed the bridge of his nose. It had all happened so fast, Rebellion starfighters, seemingly another warlord and now this. Pitto noticed the look on the face of Captain Harkner, his second in command.<BR>"I know what you're thinking captain, it would be suicide. But you know how desperately we need a stronger capital ship, and we seem to have just been given a hunting permit by the strongest faction there, an alliance with them, temporary of course, could end up yielding quite a profit for us. The rebellion will doubtless not be happy to see us, but they're friendless here, we can keep them at bay. Have Lieutenant Gyttel come to the bridge. Recall those two fighters. Helm, lock in the co-ordinates of the drift as an escape plan and then take us in."<BR>With a blinding flash, the collective engines of the titanic spacecraft propelled them into hyperspace, and to battle.
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:22 pm

A slow groaning noise made itself felt throughout the bridge and the crew shifted awkwardly when the artificial gravity flickered. "Damn, find that interdictor! The Empire moved fast!" <P>"It's not the Empire sir, their ships bugged out. I assume they have a fleet arriving. The gravity well is focused on the battlecruiser." <P>"When did they get around to putting gravwell generators on the <I>Hunter</I>?" Janson pondered out loud. Whatever the answer, it looked like it was going to give them a severe advantage. The Rebels had started the conflict, firing on the small Imperial flight. From the looks of it, both were sending in fleets for a proper engagement. And the battlecruiser would be keeping anyone who arrived right here for a while. His own support was incoming, but when exactly was an unknown. There was the possibility of asking the ESS to take on the Hunter, but he wasn't sure if that would affect their future. Worst case, by trying to intervene, they erase themselves from existance. At least he had one thing going for him. "Have <I>Randall</I> join the fighters. Engineering, spin up the subspace drives. Time to see if it was worth leaving them in when we put in the hyperdrive."
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Post by BattleDog » Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:49 pm

*Flax slammed a gloved fist into the rim of his dashboard.*<P>Flax: We let two get away.<P><I>Independance</I>, this is Red Leader, two Imperial ships got away. We need support now!<P>Thran: Calm down Commander. The Fleet is ready to jump in.<P>*The Imperial battlegroup jumps in.*<P>Flax: I hope you're quick sir, the Imps just re-entered the party, and they brought friends.<P>Thran: Hang in there Commander. We're on our way.<P>Flax: *Over wing channel.* Gold Squadron, fall back to the station, try to cover the scientists as they make their escape.<P>*Interdictor goes live.*<P>Flax: Oh great, thats all we need. Two can you get a fix on that interdictor?<P>Red Two: Affirmative, IFF tag is <I>Hunter</I>.
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Post by General_Trageton » Tue Dec 12, 2006 10:26 pm

Sara cursed. She remembered the Stumbos Alliance. The final battle against them - alongside the Warrior and Oriskany - had been one of the most brutal battles ever. It was this battle which had intensified the good relation between Trageton and Janson, and had finally led to the foundation of the ESS.<P>Yet - if this encounter now hadn't happened, Janson probably wouldn't have stayed here long enough for the Stumbos to catch up.<P>It was a deadlock situation. As of now Janson's battlegroup was clearly outnumbered. If they held back, they might loose him - and with him erradicate the events that led to the ESS foundation. If they intervened, there was no way of telling how things would develop.<P>Her eyes narrowed - coming to think of it, the second option would at least provide a slight chance to move things in the right directions.<P>She made a decission. Rising from her command chair she straightened herself.<BR>"Captain, move us to vector epsilon-4:7:3, full throttle ahead. Maximum power to shields and weapons.<BR>"Admiral?" the captain frowned.<BR>"We have yet a performance test to accomplish." <BR>Slowly the huge ship began to move flying an elegant 70° arc to starboard, bringing the Stumbos fleet right into view. Surveying the sensor readings she continued.<BR>"Focus two Omega arrays on the nearest dreadnaught. With the other two target that battlecruiser. Maybe we can bring down its shields quickly for a combined attack."<BR>Returning to her chair she keyed some commands into her arm console. "Inferno, Pull along our right flank and engage those dreadnaughts. Launch Moo squadron to keep us clear of any bombers.<P>"Omega one and two charged, Admiral" the gunnery officer reported. "Target acquired."<BR>She leaned back and closed her eyes. So here it began. "Fire."<BR>Along the Dominance's side trench two beams beganto crawl over the cruiser's surface, jumping from gunwell to gunwell, steadily intensifying. Finally reaching the final focus points, the beams, hundred times as intensive then when the chain reaction had been initiated, lashed through space. Finding their target the two crimson lances hit one of the Stumbos Dreadnaughts head-on. The old ship's shields held for a second, then the continuous beams broke through and tore through the dreadnaught from bow to stern.<P>"What the..." coughed Janson's voice dryly over the comm speakers - a mixture of shock and amazement. "Do you know what you are doing, Dominance?"<BR>"Making sure you live to tell the tale."<BR>Sara said. "Sitting back and watching could do just as much harm as intervening, whereas the second option might raise your chances to survive this."<BR>"Omega three and four charged. Target acquired!" She tilted her head regarding their next target. The Hunter, an old Vengeance-class battlecruiser was about the same size as the Dominance - slightly smaller. She recognized quite some similarities in design which the two battlecruisers shared - although the old Vengeance looked far edgier and less streamlined. <BR>"You shouldn't...." Janson tried - seemingly irritated by Sara's sudden resolve compared to her prior cautiousness.<BR>"Sorry, Commodore, but at the moment I outrank you. My decision is set." She gave the gunnery officer a signal. "Fire!"<BR>Again, this time further to the rear, two crimson beams crawled along the side trenches. And once again two powerful lances of energy tore through space, this time hitting the Stumbos' flagship at midship. This time the shields held but were brought down to 50%. Still a long way to go but a first step was made.<BR>"Launch Reaper Squadron. They are to support the Corellians agaisnt those remaining Dreadnaughts. Deploy Vampire squadron alpha to cover them!"<P>--------------<P>From cruiser's ventral hangar two groups of fighters screamed into space. Exotic looking both groups showed the distinctive characteristics of TIE fighters but it was obvious that they had gone a long way since then.<P>The monstrous TIE Reapers - heavy assault fighters. With their four blade-like wings they looked like the claws of a Mytharian dragon.<P>The other fighters were smaller and carried the characteristic eye-ball shaped cockpit of the original TIE fighters. The rest however was a pari of downward solar panels that looked like the wings of a bat. TIE Vampires were one of the latest achievements in ESS and Corellian Fighter technology.<P>Speeding up the Vampires tore through the first wave of defending fighters with lasers and missiles blazing. Soon the path was relatively clear for the heavy Reapers as they began their first attack run on the Dreadnaughts<P>--------------<P>Changing the channel she went on a secure frequency. "Black Scorpion, what's your status?"<BR>"Bored, Command!" The calm voice of Majro Qhalic replied. "Requesting permission to launch."<BR>"Negative for now, Black Scorpion," Sara ordered with a wry smile. "But keep your engines running."<BR>"Copy that, command. I'll be ready."
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Post by Will T » Wed Dec 13, 2006 4:37 pm

No matter how many times he had done it, Pitto always found he was never quite prepared on entering a combat zone. A swift barrage of orders directed at various crew members was the only way he could rectify the situation.<BR>"Starfighter command, launch alpha, beta, delta, gamma and kappa squadrons. Instruct them to maintain a defensive pattern around the cruisers, with beta squadron protecting the cargo vessels. They are not to engage unless provoked, we are not losing any more lives unnecessarily! Comm, copy this to the Rebellion and that Dreadnaught force: The Empire is now returning order to this system, you may abandon your vessels, and command crew of course, and flee, or be destroyed. The choice is yours. Subjugator out."<BR>No sooner had the orders been given than the situation changed markedly. Pitto stood agape at the viewport as two glaring beams fired off either side of the larger crusier, obliterating the nearest Dreadnaught. Pitto could do nothing but chuckle to himself, it seemed he had chosen his 'allies' wisely!<BR>"Comm, hail contact uniform-3, tell them we accept their generous offer. Then contact uniform-1 and request alliance, at least for the moment." Pitto stared again at the expanding debris field, and found himself open-mouthed yet again as the vessel repeated its previous attack, this time on the battlecruiser. The ominous, sword-like black starship was momentarily sheathed in an orange glow as the shield absorbed the blast. "Lieutenant Bayn," he turned to the sensor officer, a slight smirk on his face once again, "reccommend target strength priorities be reassigned, it seems numbers aren't quite what they once were. Commander Staben," this was directed at the starfighter co-ordinater, "what's our complement of ion pulse warheads?"<BR>"Precisely 100 sir." the reply came a moment later.<BR>"Have Shade flight launch, dock here and load up on the ion pulses, 30 per fighter. Have the remaining 10 distributed as evenly as possible among Spectre flight, and have both flights ready on standby."<BR>"Plan sir?" Captain Harkner asked, a knowing look indicating he had soom inkling. Before Pitto could reply, he was interrupted by Lieutenant Bayn.<BR>"Sir, Unknown battlecruiser just powered up a gravity well generator." Pitto only smiled. Elegant, imposingly large, heavily armed and equipped with a gravity well generator. The worth if his prize had just doubled.<BR>"Understood," he said before turning back to his first officer, "Heavy ion bombardment should paralyse that battlecruiser for a few moments, enough time to land a boarding party. They do some damage, the fleet moves in close and sends through a force large enough to take the cruiser. I don't want to move the fleet any closer until its guns are disabled, after that those dreadnaughts will be easy pickings. We'll commence the bombardment as soon as we have some assurances that we're not alone"<BR>"With all due respect sir, how is one boarding party going to be able to cripple a vessel that size."<BR>This time the smile on Pitto's face was a definite grin,<BR>"You haven't met the man who's going to lead the assault."
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:58 pm

From the looks of things, the <I>Hunter</I> was not going to last very long. <I>Dominance</I> had managed to cripple its shields, and the Imperials were bombarding it heavily with ion cannon fire. It lashed out in return, sweeping turbolasers over the incoming star destroyers, managing to collapse the shields of one of the smaller vessels. Something was still wrong. Something about <I>Hunter</I>. Janson called up Fleet Intelligence reports for it. Scanning quickly, one line caught his eye. <I>With gravity well generators added, Hunter has been seen on four occasions as the vanguard for Stumbos squadrons, utilizing the Thrawn Pincer.</I>
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