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Post by Major Wes Janson » Thu Dec 14, 2006 8:44 pm

Within minutes, the <I>Hunter</I> was deprived of both shields and escorting dreadnaughts. But instead of retreating, it held position and began to sweep its gravity wells in very specific directions. "<I>Dominance</I>, get clear. They're going to drop something in on top of you!" <BR>"We're already committed. We can handle ourselves."<BR>Flickering light heralded the arrival of a flotilla of destroyers and light cruisers. Primarily <I>Allegiance</I> and <I>Tector class</I>, with a handful of smaller ships mixed in. Their concentrated fire rocked the ESS flagship momentarily before the charging cannons flickered out and the shields strengthened. <P>"How charged are the cannons?"<BR>"612 Sir."<BR>"All hands, make ready for subspace transition."<P>Designed to operate based on gravitic principles, the subspace drive was not affected by gravity wells the way hyperdrives were. It merely limited its range. In these circumstances, that was not a problem. A bright blue window opened and the <I>Trinity</I> slid into it. Almost instantaneously, a matching window formed behind a pair of newly arrived light cruisers, and Janson's flagship returned to normal space. Hangar doors opened, and Alpha Wing launched, made up of assault fighters and superheavy bombers. Topside flak guns began to pick off fighters as point defense beam cannons vaporized a swarm of heavy rockets aimed at the ESS battlecruiser. Finally, the four heavy beam arrays began to glow green with charging energy. Power reserves carefully built up added their intensity to the glow. The first two fired, sweeping quickly across a Stumbos Tector and Allegience. The lance lit up the shields of the enemy ships, which collapsed with a flash, overloaded by the immense energies. The second pair of beams followed, stabbing at the now unshielded flanks. These beams focused their assault, drilling a great hole into each ship. The Tector fared better, with the shot coring through its flank and out through a rear engine, throwing it into a spin before it shut down. The Allegience was not so lucky. The beam burrowed into the core of the ship and glanced along the reactor, igniting the fuel stores. Swelling explosions tore the rear of the ship apart, strewing debris all throughout surrounding space. <P>Despite the rapid success of the manuever, the <I>Trinity</I> was still not in a good position. Two ships were out of action, but the enemy had plenty more now.
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Post by General_Trageton » Thu Dec 14, 2006 9:36 pm

"Shields down to 90!"<BR>Ok, this was where the fun ended.<BR>"Alright, we understood that message." Sara noted. "Concentrate Dhilani arrays on those Tector class ships - maximum two at a time, focus DIP fire on the smaller ships." She took another look at the sensor screen. "Inferno, dive left and engage that duo of light cruisers. Show them what's it about your name!"<BR>"We're on them, Dominance. Giving hell now."<P>The next moment ICR Inferno seemed to explode into a burst of energy, as her countless heavily DIP turrets dropped a firestorm of energy on the two unlucky light cruisers which were slowly torn apart.<P>Meanwhile the Dominance's Dhilani cannons, which before had delivered the deadly omega blasts, were now firing independantly from each other hammering hard on the two Allegiance class' shields.<P>"Hail that imperial force which contacted us. Tell them we accept the alliance!"<BR>Meanwhile she keyed in her own commands. "Trinity, how's your status?"<P>"We're fine so far, but don't celebrate yet, the Stumbos are pretty resourceful."<BR>"You wouldn't know." Sara gave back dryly instantly followed by another curse for having given away more hints to future events. If only the Warrior were here, too. It wassn't that the Dominance couldn't handle this - the ship was powerful enough to hold it against such a flotilla, yet the presence of the legendary Supreme Battlecruiser always had something calming to it. Maybe it also was the man commanding it.<p>[ 14 December 2006: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by BattleDog » Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:04 pm

Flax: Command, this is Red Leader, things are hotting up fast. Looks like we're right in the middle of a very large hornets' nest. The unknowns appear to be supporting the Correllians and the Stumbos ships just brought friends.<P>Command: Hang in there Paladins, Third Fleet is just two minutes out.<P>*Two Minutes Later The Alliance ships jump in and make a bee-line for the Imperials.*<P>-----------------------<BR>MC-85a <I>Inpedendance</I><BR>Paladin Wing<BR>MC-80 <I>Definace</I><BR>X-W, A-W & Y-W squadrons<BR>MC-40 <I>Mon Evara</I><BR>X-W<BR>DREAD <I>Defender</I><BR>Y-W<BR>DREAD <I>Shield</I><BR>Y-W<BR>FRG <I>Steadfast</I><BR>A-W<BR>FRG <I>Stayer</I><BR>A-W<BR>A/FRG <I>Warrior</I><BR>A/FRG <I>Swordsman</I><BR>A/FRG <I>Oathman</I><BR>G/SHP Group <I>Ripper</I> (12)<BR>G/SHP Group <I>Stoner</I> (12)<P>*As soon as they revert the the larger ships beggin deploying fighters. Meanwhile <I>Stoner</I> group fall back cover the station as the rest of the half-fleet form a fighting cresent with the Mon-Cals in the centre.*
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Post by Will T » Sat Dec 16, 2006 11:04 am

The ion pulse warheads had done their job well, waves of blue electricity washed over the immense battlecruiser. So far the elite pilots had not suffered a loss, but enemy escorts were closing fast. A final run by the missile boats saw the engines dim, and running lights across the ship went dark.<BR>But a ship that size would not be out of action long, they would reset the reactor, or switch to backup, and a few burned out cables made little difference to the great mass of internal systems posessed by the vessel. Yet the aim had not been to cripple the <I>Hunter</I>, not immediately at least. The opening was now in place, but still Pitto was not entirely happy.<BR>"Recall Spectre and Shade flights," he said to Commander Staben, before turning once more to Harkner, "well we have our window, but this is far from over. The insertion will be the most difficult part of the operation, I just don't think the Assault Transports will be able to cut it."<BR>"But we have nothing else, those ATR's are the toughest transports in the task force."<BR>"This won't be about toughness, not sheer brute toughness anyway, rather what we need is manouevrability, I wonder.." Pitto trailed off.<BR>"Sir?" Harkner inquired.<BR>"We've already seen that both our 'allies' have very different technologies to us, maybe there's something there we can use, hail the two allied fleets," there was a brief pause as the comm unit activated, "to all friendly or neutral vessels, the Empire requests a temporary loan of a fast, manouevrable transport vessel capable of allowing an eight-strong team of commandos to board the <I>Hunter</I>. Subjugator out." With that task done, Pitto returned to Captain Harkner. "I want a report on the <I>Plague's</I> status."
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Post by General_Trageton » Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:38 pm

"Black Scorpion, come in" Mryna rose a brow. That tone of Admiral Phaley was a different one than during the last three hailings.<BR>"This is Black Scorpion, copy. Nothing changed here."<BR>"Well, it has here." Phaley said. "We have a job for you."<BR>"We?" Mryna frowned. It was not like Admiral Phaley to share her command.<BR>"Detail"<BR>"An imperial strike team intends to take over controll of that Vengeance-class while its systems are weakened."<BR>Mryna made a face. Did they want her to play taxi for a bunch of marines from a faction they had never met?<BR>"Do you think that's wise? WIth all that time distortion we created already?"<BR>"We've gone so far already. There's no turning back now."<BR>"If you say so..." Mryna snorted. <BR>"I do say so." Phaley replied in an unmistakable tone. "Your ship is by far the fastest and most powerful of its class that's ever been built. And you're the ideal pilot for this task.<BR>"Flattering!" Mryna mocked. "I still don't like it. But alright. What am I to do?"<BR>"Launch to space and report to the ISD-II Subjugator."<BR><I>At least this gets me into space - better than to sit around on that landing deck for another 2 hours.</I><BR>"Copy that Command. Launching now."<BR>A slight touch to one of her control displays lifted the Black Scorpion of the hangar deck as light as one could imagine. sliding her fingers along a glowing line on another display brought the six engines to maximum throttle and the Black Scorpion shot out of the spacy bay screaming like a furious Mitharyan Dragon.<BR>Blazing through the chaos of dogfights all around her she set her rear turret to auto defense mode and keyed in the comm channel to the distand imperial fleet.<BR>"ISD-II Subjugator, this is ESS Combat Yacht Black Scorpion on approach Vector Sigma 925. Prepare for my arrival."
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Post by BattleDog » Sat Dec 23, 2006 2:28 pm

*On the bridge of the <I>Independance</I> Admiral Thran stood with his hands clasped behind his back.*<P>Tac Ops: Sir, Our second Battle Group will be jumping in in another ten minutes. *Tac Ops paused, listening to his earpeace.* Sir, the Empire has just requested that one of the neautral vessals provide a fast attack boat to ferry their marines to the <I>Hunter</I><P>Thran: Communications, give me open channel.<P>Com: Ready Sir.<P>Thran: All vessals, be advised that any help rendered to the Empire will be considered an Act of War against the ARR. Any such acts will result in your vessals being deemed hostile.<P>*Meanwhile Taklin Flax was leading his X-Wings and Gold and Green's Y-Wings on a torpedo strike against the <I>Subjegator</I>*<P>Flax: Okay, you know the drill, make them count people, we don't have any reloads.<P>*At the last moment the wing peeled off will Reds one and two streeked ahead, dumpfireing two double salvo's each into the ISD's shield generators before feeling off and hurtling away, shields full rear.*
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Post by Will T » Sat Dec 23, 2006 6:46 pm

OOC: I guess it's a good job my shield generators are <I>inside</I> the ship :D <P>IC: Pitto glared at the retreating drive tails, the rebel fighters and their torpedoes may have been as insects to the <I>Subjugator</I>'s kath hound, but in great enough numbers, insects could cause serious injury. Though the torpedo strike had not penetrated the hull, the shields were down to 30%, and Pitto had no wish to take power from any other system to restore them. It gave him no small satisfaction to watch as a pair of Y-Wings, already damaged in their attack and lagging behind the main group, were vapourised almost simultaneously by concentrated firepower from the forward battery. Though rebels were, as a rule, almost always short on warhead supplies, Pitto could not take the chance that there would be another run. <BR>"Recall Spectre flight and have them engage the Y-Wings, tell them to avoid the X-Wings until they've done as much damage to Y-Wings as possible, we don't want to lose any of those Defenders! As for the X-Wings, we'll use numbers. Deploy all remaining fighters and have them engage the X-Wings, conservatively, we want to minimise losses. Keep the bomber groups and Beta squadron protecting the capital ships. Wait, no, belay the last part of that order. Have all the other fighters maintain the defensive pattern, and launch all three Assault Transports. Have them hold station just forward of the fleet and engage anything that comes close. Oh, and have Omicron squad report to the hangar bay, their transport is on the way."<BR>"Sir, report from the <I>Plague</I>, their shields are out, and the port batteries are damaged." <BR>"Very well, send <I>Plague</I> into a rearguard position, make sure none of our ships go within range of that battlecruiser, not until we have its weapon systems disabled." Pitto opened the internal comm channel, "all stormtroopers, prepare for ship-to-ship boarding." the Vice-Admiral than strode briskly over to his XO, and spoke in a hushed voice. "I want you to take a shuttle, and go to each ship in turn. I know it could be dangerous, and its not the fastest means of communication but it is the most secure. Inform all commands that they are to be ready to engage the nearest destroyer-type vessel as soon as we have the battlecruiser secure. Tell them to do as much damage as possible before entering hyperspace, but that destruction is not necesary, I am merely sending a message, and above all else keep this quiet!"<BR>Harkner was worried, but his professionalism did not allow this to show on his face,<BR>"As you wish sir, I will make ready, but I have to say I'm concerned over this course of action, like it or not the Empire needs allies."<BR>"Alright, I'll make the final decision when the time comes, slap a zulu code on the orders. Codeword will be... Janus, I think"<BR>"Yes sir" Harkner gave a curt nod, and jogged towards the turbolift.<BR>"Sir, rebel vessels just declared any forces helping us to be their enemies, I'd say they just made the situation harder for themselves"<BR>"Lieutenant when I want your tactical commentary I'll ask for it!" Pitto rebuked, but mildly, the young officer was right.<BR>Pitto turned once again towards the viewport, the distant rebel fleet was impressive, but they were now just a minor obstacle. Smiling, Pitto began to think of possible names for his new flagship.<p>[ 23 December 2006: Message edited by: The 95 Headhunter ]
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Thu Jan 04, 2007 4:14 am

"... We've sent a...special forces shuttle to assist the Imperials in boarding the <I>Hunter</I>." The ESS commander's voice broke into static at the end of her update."<P>"What, are they crazy? What do they plan to take it with, optimism?" Janson frowned. A handful of shuttles worth of troops against one of the better ships in DeGaulle's armada. If this was the quality of Imperial commanders these days, it was a good thing Corellia went independent a few years ago. <P>"They seem to have a plan. Speaking of which, we could use your ships to hold the right flank." <P>Having asserted her higher rank, the commander was now rather uppity, in Wes's opinion. She may have the biggest ship, and be from 10 years in the future, but Janson knew the Stumbos. Knowing that they would meet again in the future, he resolved to bring this up again sometime. <P>"Negative, <I>Dominance</I>. They are setting up a Marik Envelopment. The smaller ships around <I>Hunter</I> are manuevering to push on the Right flank, so we divert over there, so a second wave of ships can drop in on the left and below. If we park just off your port side, we can hit them before they fully revert." He cut the comm before she could reply. "All guns, hold fire and crash charge beam turrets. Engines to station keeping. Prepare to fire upon enemy ships decanting from hyperspace at the edge of the interdiction field." <P>A flicker of pseudomotion confirmed Janson's suspicions. A pair of large ships reverted opposite the enemy push, hoping to hit a weak flank. Instead the <I>Trinity</I> washed the nearer ship, a <I>Praetor</I>-class cruiser, in bright lances of green fire. Two beams raked the hull, bubbling hull plating and melting turbolasers in their wake. The other two lances struck the command tower and superstructure. Unshielded momentarily upon arrival, the ship was decapitated, the bridge tower a glowing wreck. This ship's fate saved the other new arrival, absorbing the fire headed for the <I>Procurator</I>-class battlecruiser behind it. For the moment, the hulk blocked fire between the Corellian vessel and the Stumbos reinforcements. <I>Whirlwind</I> and <I>Randall</I> group unfortunately chose that moment to move in and harass the new battlecruiser, <I>Predator</I> Denied of their primary targets, the Corellian and ESS flagships, <I>Predator</I> instead lashed out at the smaller ships. Two of the three Carracks were hit with enough energy to obliterate them entirely, while the third took a glancing blow and spun out, venting atmosphere. The <I>Whirlwind</I> fared better, <I>Deimos</I>-class having been designed to fight larger ships without the benefit of shields. The Corellian versions included them, making the mid sized ships among the most survivable vessels in the fleet. She absorbed the fire, taking hits that merely burned into the outer layer of armor after the shields collapsed. <P>-------------------<P>Sparks trailed across the shields as a Rebel A-Wing glanced a laser off of Alysonn's TIE. "As soon as I can see again, you're dead, slim!" she shouted in annoyance. But by the time the shields cleared, it was gone. The speedy little fighters were concentrating on her flight, as they were fast enough to keep up with her. Already she had lost Three, though the A-Wings had seen five of their number go down. Numbers were beginning to turn the tide, unfortunately. Instead of dogfighting, they liked to use this new tactic of making a fast run, while a second glanced lasers off her shields, fouling both her vision and sensors. The attackers could then run and hide, waiting to try again. It was bad enough already, with capital ships and fighters pumping the space full of ECM and ECCM. Suddenly bolts flew past the viewport. She juked, and saw the annoying gnat swoop past. linking her guns, a ring of cannon fire tore through its rear, detonating an engine. The tiny fighter disintegrated. Satisfied, she turned to bring her flight back towards the rest of the Corellian fighter cover.
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Post by BattleDog » Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:18 am

*Suddenly another Alliance Battlegroup dropped out of hyperspace on the Imperial's right flank.*<P>-------------------------<P>MC 80 <I>Renegade</I><BR>X-W Grey, Y-W, A-W<P>VSD <I>Guardian</I><BR>X-W High Flight, Y-W Sand Panther<P>MC 40 <I>Mon Ellesara</I><P>DREAD Dragon<P>GSP <I>Sythe</I> (12)<P>------------------------------<P><B><I>Indepencance</I></B><P>*Bridge*<P>Sensors: Sir, our second group just jumped in.<P>Thran: Order the <I>Guardian</I> to target the <I>Plague</I><P>Tac-OPs: Aye Sir, *Tac-Ops grinned as he spun back to his console.* <I>Guardian</I> Target the <I>Plague</I> and have your fighter concentrate on the <I>Subjugator</I><P><B>Space</B><P>*Flax cursed, he had no wish to attack the Correlians but some of the TIEs had started tangling with his A-Wings and he was nearly a half-Squad down.*<P>Flax: High Flight Leader, this is Red Leader. You and Grey group cover Gold and Green. We're going after those Correlian Interceptors.<P>*Red Flight One broke off from the rest of the Squadron and headed towards Killimar flight. Flax set Chip to scanning until he picked up the Correllian frequency.*<P>Flax: Hay! Bucket Head, some things never change. Just because you've got nice new Correlian paint jobs doesn't stop you from nailing neutral Alliance fighters, right? Well lets see if you're ready to play tag with the big boys.<P>*Flax switched over to topeedo's and brought the lead fighter under his sights.*<p>[ 06 January 2007: Message edited by: BattleDog ]
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Post by Major Derek Klivian » Sat Jan 06, 2007 7:26 am

*suddenly additional Alliance fighters come into battle*<P>6 E-wings<p>[ 06 January 2007: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by General_Trageton » Sat Jan 06, 2007 1:09 pm

Sara made the face. That was the Janson she recalled. Too bad he'd one time outrank her in the future, otherwise she might give him a scolding. Yet, there were more pressing issues to attend.<BR>"Send a broadcast message to those Alliance ships. This is not their battle, they should just leave."<BR>On the starboard side, Inferno was taking a heavy pounding from one of the two remaining Allegiance-class vessels.<BR>"Tell Inferno to retreat below us. Once the path is clear, lock our starboard omega arrays on that Allegiance's bridge."<BR>To their left, the dead Praetor-class was slowly drifting by, eventually revealing the still operational Procurator. The heavy cruiser was about half the size of the Dominance. By the looks it had be ancient, though having been added with lots of modifications and upgrades.<BR>"Lock our port omega arrays on that Procurator. All other primary batteries keep targeting the other ships." Openning a comm channel she continued.<BR>"Inferno, launch your VF2 squads to cover your retreat and then create a screen to hold of any bombers."<BR>"Copy that, Dominance. Launching fighter screen."<BR>The artillery chief gave her a nod. "Inferno's clar. Omega-targets aquired."<BR>"Fire!" Sara ordered calmly. For now they still had the upper hand. Next four crimsond blasts tore through space and hit the assigned targets on both sides. Battle-worn the Allegiance's shields didn't hold for long and the second hit broke through ripping a large chunk out of the cruiser's command tower. That blow didn't kill the ship but it left it without shields and vulnerable for the Dominance's starboard batteries.<BR>On their port side, the Procurator's shields had withstood the blasts, but had dropped to 20%. The Praetor was still floating in space blocking the Trident's fire vector towards the Procurator. Keying in some commands a part of the Dominance's port batteries started pounding onto the wrecked ship. As she had hoped the impacts were strong enough to slowly force the ship to drift sideways clearing the field for the Corellian ships.<BR>"Whirlwind and Trident, if you want to take down that Procurator, here's your chance. "<P>----<P>[10 years in the future]<BR>A small transport blazed out of hyperspace taking course towards New Cophuran. Aboard an overly excited Lieutenant of a CE/ESS special task force. Three days ago, ESS cruisers Dominance and Inferno had gone missing - just like it had been forecasted. Apart from Supreme Command and the two empires' governments there were only few who knew about this. Not even Admiral Phaley herself had been informed. <P>The job of this task froce had been finding clues on how this temporal distortion had occurred and how the missing ships could be recovered. Now it looked as though they had had their first success.<P>"Hail New Traquia, Code Delta-42-Blue." The Lieutenant ordered the pilot. "Tell them we were successful."<P>--<P>Vince shook his head in mild astonishment. "So you were right all the time."<BR>Wes Janson shrugged, as they strolled along the wide balcony on level 520 of New Traquia Palace. Wes had arrived 4 days ago, to whitness the event that had thrown ESS Dominance back in time.<BR>"So, are we able to establish a stable connection yet?" Vince asked.<BR>"The scientists are close to a break through." Wes explained. "They had some successful tests so far, but none of them was stable enough to ensure a safe passage of a starship like the Dominance."<BR>"I see." Vince said. <BR>"I always wondered..." Wes started after a while "why didn't you inform Admiral Phaley of all this?"<BR>"Phaley is a good leader, but she can be very over-self-confident, when outranking somebody she's in dispute with. Back then she would've driven you mad."<BR>Wes made a face, seeming to recall something. "Point taken." He then said with a smirk.
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Post by Will T » Sat Jan 06, 2007 3:29 pm

The smile on Pitto's face was well and truly gone, replaced instead by a cold anger. <BR>"How the hell did the rebel's manage to get so many ships into this area undetected?" He asked no one in particular, "Isard will be hearing about this, her screw up's put me in the firing line." He said to General Batorx, who had taken Harkner's place as the mirror against which Pitto was bouncing his ideas.<BR>"Sir, <I>Plague</I> reports it is under fire, and taking damage." The Comm officer interjected.<BR>"What?" Pitto replied in disbelief, "from the rebels? But we moved it into rearguard position, the <I>Persecutor</I> should be covering it."<BR>"Not fast enough sir, <I>Plague</I> had sustained engine damage and was still on the flank when the second set of rebels dropped in. <I>Persecutor</I> is moving in now, but even if she survives, she's not going to be out of commission for some ti-" A shout from Lieutenant Bayn cut the officer off, <BR>"We have starfighters inbound."<BR>Pitto cursed, in seconds the rebels had cut off his allies and were beginning to severely hamper his efforts, even the Empire's usual numerical advantage was non-existant, thanks to his understocked hangar bays. <BR>"New contact: six unidentified ships, starfighter size by the looks of things, no more available information at this time."<BR>Pitto acknowledged the remark with a nod, but chose to ignore it. Six starfighters would make no difference to this battle, and without any knowledge of intent, he could do nothing.<BR>"Have the ATRs and TIE Fighters intercept the incoming starfighters, and tell engineering to get as much power to shields as they can manage. We're going to have to strike them where it hurts, their main command may be out of range, but we can cripple that new group. Have all TIE Bomber and Missile Boat squadrons target that Mon Cal cruiser, and have the <I>Repressor</I> move in to support them, as well as all non-committed starfighters."<BR>"Sir, that transport is here."<BR>"Excellent, if we can keep our fleet protected for the time being, we may just make it out of this one."<P>The Hangar was cold and empty, devoid of even the casual activity one expected there during the normal operations of the massive ship conveying them. The matte black armour worn by each of the nine men before their commander was insulated, as was his own, and the lack of activity did not bother them. In their hearts, the men were all ground-pounders, with little love for the flyboys currently fighting and dying in the blackness outside. <BR>Lieutenant Gyttel silently snapped a fresh clip into his E-15 blaster rifle and made a final adjustment to the scope. Beyond the magcon field, a ghostly black ship rose silently from the void below. The sleek vessel crossed the field, and a muffled whine was instantly audible. The ship didn't even bother landing, it merely drifted down low and dropped its boarding ramp. Gyttel stared at the ship in disbelief, how the hell was he meant to cram his 10-strong squad into a ship that small. The pilot seemed cocky and arrogant, the worst sort of flyboy in Gyttel's mind. As the squad wordlessly squeezed their way into the confined passenger space, Gyttel made a mental note to turn his holocam on for this one; if he survived, it was going to make for some incredible viewing later.<p>[ 06 January 2007: Message edited by: The 95 Headhunter ]
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Post by BattleDog » Sat Jan 06, 2007 8:34 pm

<B><I>Independance</I></B><P>Commincations: Sir we've just recieved a broadcast from the unknowns think this isn't our battle and we should leave.<P>*Thran cursed.*<P>Thran: Open a channel to their Command Ship.<P>Comms: Don, Sir.<P>*Thran turned his command chair into the holo-field, he composed himself and activated the cammeras.*<P>Thran: This is Rear Admiral Thran of the Alliance' Second Fleet to the Commander of the <I>Dominance</I>, whom am I addressing?
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Post by General_Trageton » Mon Jan 15, 2007 8:55 pm

Mryna waited a few seconds until the last of the ten commandos had hopped aboard. She had no intention to stay on this ship longer than necessary. The same would go for the battlecruiser which was their next destination.<P>Softly pushing her controls to the left she turned the Scorpion around to face the wide opening gasping before her. a swift move kicked the throttle lever to maximum and with only an aggressive howl the Black Scorpion dashed out of the hangar bay. She smiled as she observed the passenger space screen. The sudden acceleration had taken two of the commandos off guard and had swept them off their feet.<P>In a wide arc the Scorpion solved from the star destroyer and headed towards the massive battlecruiser in the far distance. The ESS and Corellian ships were in mortal combat with seemingly endles waves of stumbos ships. Again and again the crimson blasts of the Dominance's omega arrays roared through space hammered onto the Stumbos' major ship while the heavy DIP batteries tore through some smaller ships that got too close.<P>So far they stood their ground well - after all a good performance test for the Dominance.<P>Behind her she heard the his of the cockpit's hatch. "Didn't they teach you safe flying in public at the academy, flyboy?" A male voice said behind her. The sound was distorted by a voice scrambler, but still she could interpret this man as being annoyed. <I>Flyboy</I>, Mryna had to suppress a chuckle and instead put on her best stone face while crossing her legs and turning her pilot seat around.<P>The man was clad in all black armor, his blaster rifle readied. <I>Commandos!</I> she mused. <I>Professionals</I>. The galaxy's probably most un-natural beings - only their physical existence as human beings distinguished them from being robots.<P>"And with whom do I have the pleasure?"<P>"Special ... Lieutenant Gyttel of the Imperial Special Commandos." The man said in a mixture of monotony, annoyance and surprise. It was obvious he had expected a young hotshot pilot - and probably a male one.<P>"Charming" Mryna said emotionless. "Now you see, Lieutenant, this is no sight seeing tour or anything. My job is to take you to that battlecruiser ASAP. If you have a problem with my flying style it is yours alone. Feel free to place a complaint against me at ESS high commnad, if it makes you feel better."<P>The man remained silent. Mryna wondered, if it was the shock over her dismissing his bold approach or the sight of a trio of TIE Interceptors they had just outstripped.<P>A chime from her console caught back her attention. They were approaching the battlecruiser, time to go stelath. Flipping a switch to her left she activated the Black Scorpion's cloaking device and the cockpit was dimmed into a ghostly blue light.<P>"We'll be arriving at our destination in 2 minutes" she marked. "You better fasten your seatbelt and get your squad ready for combat." After a pause she added. "You're dismissed, Lieutenant."<p>[ 15 January 2007: Message edited by: General_Trageton ]
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Post by Will T » Tue Jan 23, 2007 8:58 pm

Behind the helmet, Gyttel gritted his teeth and scowled as he focused on keeping his fist at his side. In times past, such arrogance and disrespect to even the rank and file troops would have warranted immediate detention, if not execution. Gyttel took a deep breath and forced himself to look at the situation rationally. Here was someone he had never met before, under a faction his was barely neutral with, risking her life on what must seem a suicide mission for next to no return for herself, not to mention that if he did blast her, there would be no one to fly the ship. Furthermore, Gyttel found he rather liked her fiery independence and simple abrubtness, it was a trait present in many of the men under his command.<BR>As they drew nearer the colossal vessel, Gyttel began to feel a slight churning in the pit of his stomach, the sheer size of the cruiser was enough to send a shiver down the spine of the most immovable commanders.<BR>"I don't know what you have planned for the entry," he said to the pilot's back, leaving his voice devoid of as much emotion as possible, "but the closer you can get us to the bridge the better."<P>From the bridge of the <I>Subjugator</I>, Pitto could see that the battle, or his side of it at least, was rapidly becoming like a set of extremely precariously balanced scales. Both sides were becoming cautious, unwilling to overcommit without knowing more of the enemy's intentions. It was rapidly degrading into a war of attrition, and Pitto simply did not have the resources to last much longer.<BR>For the moment however, he was relatively secure in his position, and had not sustained too heavy losses, but time was running out.
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Post by BattleDog » Tue Jan 23, 2007 10:27 pm

*On board the <I>Imdependance'</I> Brindge Admiral Thran surveyed the mess that was the melee developing in space around him.*<P>Thran: Helm, ahead Flank, prepare to turn broadside on to the <I>Subujator</I>.<P>*The Alliance' cresent formation bulged outward, becoming a fighting dagger with the <I>Independance</I> and the other heavy crusiers at the point.*<P>*Meanwhile the Guardian fired another full load intothe striken Plague at a wing of Y-Wing Bombers delivered a torpedo strike to her upper port flank.*<P>*Taklin Flax' X-Wing bore down on Killimar one.*
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Post by Major Wes Janson » Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:33 am

The scanners were filled with static, from the many ECM jammers. Without one of the more specialized ECM ships in the fleet, there was no way to reliably break through the static. The burning debris of the <I>Praetor</I> wasn't helping much, either. Behind the hulk, the <I>Procurator</I> was rising to bring the <I>Trinity</I> into it's firing arcs. <I>Whirlwind</I> was trading fire with the much larger ship as it dropped back, trying to get clear. The one thing Janson could see was the small black shape streaking towards the command tower of the <I>Hunter</I>, with it's crew of lunitic pilots and commandos. "When is <I>Night Raven</I> scheduled to arrive?" he asked, hoping for a favorable answer. <P>"It's not. Looks like it was diverted," was not what he wanted to hear. <P>"Why? Command better have a good reason."<P>"Sir...it's Denon. The Stumbos hit it while most of the fleet was tied up on the border. The <I>Angmar</I> appeared in orbit and started pounding the surface until the <I>Night Raven</I> showed up and chased it off. She's in pursuit now."<P>"How...how many casualties?"<P>"No one knows yet. Initial reports are high, maybe even 10% of the population."<P>"A tenth of the population of Denon. Kriff." Janson gritted his teeth. Denon was one of the most densely populated city-planets in the Empire. "I assume that now the council will stop dragging it's feet on shipyard funding." A flare of light from a turbolaser bolt splintering aross the bridge shields brought the bridge crew back to the battle at hand. The ship, now finally tagged as the <I>Rend</I> had cleared the wreckage. "Reinforce forward shields, fire at will."<P>------<P>Alysonn juked to starboard as another set of red bolts blazed past her lower wing. The green "You're being shot at" light blazed incessantly. Whoever was on her tail was good. Very good. She was now the only remaining pilot of Killimar Flight, thanks to the Rebel now on her tail. But she had a few tricks up her sleeve yet. Switching on the countermeasures board, she released a burst of chaff, and then a pair of flares. The micro missiles headed for the nearest sensor array tracking her, which happened to be the ace on her tail. Momentarily blinded by the cloud of metallic particles, the twin flares smacked into the forward shields of the pursuing fighter and exploded, throwing the craft into a wobble. Taking the opportunity, Hann diverted laser power to shields to shore them up, and then shifted the recharge rate into the engines, letting her finally outstrip the Rebel. It had been a close battle, and she had a chunk missing from her topside pylon to prove it. She was going to have to return to the <I>Trinity</I> and swap out fighters. This one was no longer combat worthy.
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Post by Will T » Thu Feb 22, 2007 8:02 pm

"Grife! Admiral, the first heavy Mon Cal cruiser is positioning itself for broadide attack." Lieutenant Bayn shouted from the sensor station. Pitto opened his mouth to bark an order, but was interrupted by his comms officer.<BR>"Sir, <I>Plague</I> reports they have taken crippling structural damage and are abandoning ship, <I>Repressor</I> is launching SAR ships now."<BR>Pitto winced and rubbed his eyes tiredly,<BR>"Listen up everyone," he said, addressing the bridge crew, "With those grav generators still active, we have no option of retreat, but our odds for success are rapidly slimming. I know the level of experience amongst the members of our task group leaves something to be desired, but you have all fought like hardened veterans and I can say with all honesty, I'm proud your my crew. All I ask now, is that you show the same courage, determination and devotion that you have already demonstrated so well today, and see this thing through to the end, whatever that may be. And if we are to die here, we will do it with honour, and be remembered for the duration of our great Empire as heroes. But let's not get pessimistic, we can still win this." Pitto activated the ship's broadcast system, "All damage control and medical teams, report to assigned stations and stand by. Stormtrooper garrison, be prepared to offer any assitance to these teams. Gun batteries, return fire only after the first salvo, focus your fire as best as possible on the bridge and cannons. Pitto out."<BR>As the first salvo hit, looking to Pitto like the fiery eruption of a volcano, the <I>Subjugator</I> rocked and the distant echo of alarms throughout damaged areas of the ship rang in Pitto's ears. No sooner had the ship righted itself relative to the artificial 'battle horizon', dipping the bow slightly to allow her heavy turbolasers to bear on the side on warship several kilometers in front of them, the sixteen quad-turbolasers on either side of the massive starships dorsal 'terrace' opened up in a hail of green plasma. In seconds they struck their target, briefly lighting up the shield like a plasma-ball. In a few places, the bolts even breached the shields, scoring scant hits on the hull itself.<BR>"Report!" Barked Pitto, rubbing his arm where a small section of destroyed console had hit it. <BR>"Shields out, backups online and taking power from all lighter weapons, including ion cannons. 80%."<BR>"Three hull breaches on dorsal surface. No critical damage, seven injured, up to fifteen possibly dead."<BR>"Mon Cal's main shield briefly taken out, though redundancy systems mean they are still at roughly 75%, minor hull damage."<BR>"<I>Persecutor</I> is moving in to support, though they pretty much have their hands full."<BR>The brief reports flying at him from all directions, Pitto turned to the viewport, still nursing his left arm and trying to process the huge amount of information he was receiving, but one thought occupying his mind: where the hell were those flaming commandos?
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Post by Geekwithpower » Sun Feb 25, 2007 8:41 pm

((I might participate in the next battle thread. I don't feel like dealing with temporal crap. ;) ))
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Post by Major Derek Klivian » Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:26 am

Behind the Mon Cals several Alliance Assault Frigate Mk IIs arrive at the battle.
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