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Post by The Thruvarans on Nov 2, 2009 1:58:03 GMT -5
<<Aboard the Faustus, hangar deck>>
Within minutes of the captain's call to Laszlo, the Thruvarans have already donned their MACS suits, having spent the past couple of hours lounging the the adjoining ready room, wearing only their plugsuits.
They wait towards the exit side of the hangar as the automated storage and retrieval system fetches them their warhorse: A CEC IDW-86 Variable Load Carrier & Assault Transport, the primary infantry and ground combat vessel delivery system in the Corellian Marine Corp. The dropship is deposited in a forward area for troop embarkment, handed down by a massive set of load lifters, from a ceiling compartment in which ships were stored when not in use. The automated system activates the ships repulsors before it settles it on its landing gear, insuring no damage.
First aboard are its pilots, who double check the preflight check left to the AI. As soon as this is done, the Thruvarans are admitted aboard, and they begin to pile into the crew compartment and fit their suit into the mag harnesses arrayed throughout it.
Laszlo and Arlanc are last aboard, being the commanding officers of this group. They are present when the DW mercs finally make their appearance, suited up in their own gear.
Laszlo's greeting is pithy: "You're late. Get in. We already have clearance to depart."
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Rendili
Nov 2, 2009 15:36:00 GMT -5
Post by Jet Almeara on Nov 2, 2009 15:36:00 GMT -5
Jet's brow furrowed slightly as she listened to Aralee's run-down of the situation, unlike the captain's low opinion of Warlords - something all Navy people seemed to share - Jet was less apt to merely write them off, warlord like tactics were often quite sound and unlike Navies who sometimes relied on brute strength to get through things - warlords were often crafty, cunning enemies. Jet had both fought against them...and been a participant in such attacks in the past. It would be nice to know just who this warlord was, but in the meantime she would merely assume them a small irritant and didn't begrudge them the raid on Rendili...only their timing. She keeps this opinion to herself however, she didn't feel like riling up the Captain any more then she already was. Crossing her arm's she studies the display taking in the AI's new moniker at the same time.
"Pity - would have been nice to know who were were dealing with, might have saved us some trouble and time" Is her only remark on the subject. Turning her head to arch her brow at Aralee until the Captain add's on the last bit of her statement.
"Getting our people out is our priority, Rendili is an Alliance planet, given their current views on Corellia I'm not to keen to let them know were are here at all - let alone help them out, knowing the Alliance even if we did help them they'd throw fits about us bringing a war ship into their territory and accuse us of doing so because we had forewarning of the attack or some other nonsense. The current Chief of State - is not exactly on my buddy list and she's just looking for a chance to push the senate into sponsoring an attack.Let's not give her one while we're out of system. Don't want to miss all the fun." She smiled somewhat apologetically since she was fairly certain the Captain was itching to start throwing the Faustus rather considerable power around.
Of course she wasn't about to completely hamper her Captain either. "Now...while I don't overly desire giving a helping hand to the alliance, neither do I want a bunch of space pirates trying to shoot holes in my brand new ship, Keep an eye on them...if you believe..and I mean truly believe that they have noticed us and have decided to become hostile you can pulverize them"
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Rendili
Nov 2, 2009 16:15:35 GMT -5
Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Nov 2, 2009 16:15:35 GMT -5
*Aboard the Faustus*
Darren and his people file in on the heels of the others, Khai slows slightly as though considering the wisdom of making a snide remark to Laszlo but Darren moves the Twi'lek along with a sharp look and she takes a seat alongside Rex who seems to be doing a last minute inventory of his medical kit.
Darren meanwhile gives a little shrug "We were with the Diktat...women, what can you do eh?" And after delivering his comment sprawls into a seat alongside Kader and enters into a discussion with him.
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Vidown who along with the rest of the Corellian's have been donning their respective weaponry turns in time to see Aaron facing off against what he had proclaimed to be sith war beasts, throws Jethro his blaster belt.
"Stop asking the man questions and do what he says" he snaps at the slicer. Jethro gives him a look and catches the belt, buckling it on even as he throws a leg over the swoop and kicks it in gear.
Telera meanwhile has been in communication with the freighter team, and relays what she has learned to Taaru " Provost's Pride reports that all Civilian airfields have been locked down due to the attack, their liftoff might be a bit hairy - but they've located a potential rendezvous point about half-way between us and them, an open shopping plaza they estimate they can set down in, a few clicks south."
As the others get airborne with their bikes, Ras sticks close to Erika, knowing that while the force user is more then capable the Diktat would be highly displeased should anything happen to her.
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Buula Rath
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Post by Buula Rath on Nov 5, 2009 3:45:21 GMT -5
Buula had been in the middle of her false message to her 'father ' when the ship's speakers announced that an increase in the immediate sense of danger surrounding the ship. While not quite in those words, Buula did know what different colors meant on a naval vessel. One of the qualities that made her so happy in GAIS was her fatal curiosity. Pausing the her writing and drawing the letter to the bottom of the screen she brought up a new window. In this window she began to query the ships computer for information. According to what she was reading, and she had no reason to assume it wasn't true, they had only gone a short ways through hyperspace and had come out in the Rendili System. But almost as interesting still was the fact that the ship reported hostiles in the area but lacking was any report of contact(s). Unfortunately she had no way of knowing who the hostiles were, and because this was GA space it could well be a portion of the Defense Fleet.
She was interupted from the musing this information caused by the swooshing of her door. When she turned to look she saw a rather amusing sight. Caff was backing into her room with his pincer arm out infront of him pulling an unwilling MSE droid in with him. Once the door shut he turned his dome to have his main photoreceptor aimed at Buula's silently laughing face. Using the corner of the wall to help balance his load, Caff rolled the MSE over and laid it on its back so that all it could do was spin its wheels in the air uselessly. Only then did he plug himself in to the computer display to communicate clearly with his Agent.
Not forgetting or ignoring the newly found information but putting it on hold for a moment, Buula returned to her plans when Caff had left an hour ago. "So besides a member of the cleaning crew, what have you found, Caff?"
Displaying his response as text on the computer display, "According to the ships sensors and my navcomputer we are slightly rimward and galacticly east of the Corellian System. Statisical analysis of the data points to the Rendili System as likely."
"Excellent, I just queried the ship as well and it confirms that conclusion. Next?" She asked curious if the droid had found out what she had not.
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Rendili
Nov 6, 2009 12:56:06 GMT -5
Post by Commander Natherax on Nov 6, 2009 12:56:06 GMT -5
Captain Sarkon watched from the bridge of Desperation as the Dreadnaughts focused their fire on the shipyards rather than his ships, he grimaced at the thought of them actually disabling or destroying their own vessels. Move the Desperation between those ships if you can, We need to block their fire. -Yes sir, We have a clear path now and are moving in. Get the black saints over here, if any of them have ion charges left we need them now! -Sir Black saints are already on their way. WB-2 and 3 are expanding their shields over the docked ships, they wont hold long like that, but hopefully long enough for the crews below to get the shields up and running. the Task force in the orbit station have abandoned it, leaving a few droids transmitting any last information pulled to Black Saint Astromechs. Fine, Let's stop these dreads then. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Natherax smiled to himself as the Dreadnaughts that had stayed behind started to blister near the front, the head of the ship bulging with super heated metals right before they exploded. A chain reaction starting down the for-most dreadnaught as the rest of the ship followed its heads suit, exploding into flame as the oxygen held inside spewed out briefly, then as the reactor went, lighting up the space around it. This happened three more times within just a few moments.
The Naysayer shuddered from the blasts going off in close proximity, taking minor damage as its shields dropped on the starboard side. -Shields are down sir! It is no concern lutenate. The battle is won here. Lets take care of those two remaining Dreanaughts. All fighters converge on the enemy targets. Any idea on the where abouts of that mystery vessel? -No sir, It's off our scanners. Keep looking for it, I don't need a blind side attack now. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As the speeder erupted the blast flung the Blues away from their leader, who went down with a thud, Their Alchemic skin absorbing most of the actual energy from the explosion. Sensing the use of the force that killed their leader all focused was turned to Taaru, The 4 heavy cannons focusing their fiery destruction at the man who had killed the Alpha. The Grays continued into the group slashing at Speeders and swoops with blade and claw trying to bring enough damage to halt the groups retreat. Two of the Grays rushed toward the man who had challenged their leader, to defend his honor, Splitting they came at him from both sides.
A short distance away another pod landed, more Warmongers terrorized the block, quickly dispatching the civilians, the Alpha of that pack sensed the other Alpha die and pointed toward the direction of the once fountained plaza. Letting out a howl the 20 Warmongers rushed toward their Alchemic brethren.
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Black Saint one steadied his throttle as the two Dreadnaughts turned into view, he could tell the ships were already badly damaged, but that they were making a last ditch attempt to ruin the commandeering. Clicking his comm on he spoke to the other 3 fighters on his wing. Alright we have one pass to make this work, Tarnish I need you to pull ahead of me, port side, launch your ion charge first and get the frakk out of there, Maglit, you and Starscream take D-2, One charge front and back. And get out of there, We haven't lost any black Saints today and I don't plan on loosing anyone to random explosion. Let's clear the way for the Wreaking Balls.
As the fighters angled in they burst forward with the high acceleration of the mutant hawk fighter, Black Saint one, call sign Blackout, Fell in behind Tarnish practically hanging onto the other fighters truster. It was 5 seconds of high velocity, then Tarnish was gone, Pulling away as his load dropped, half a blink later Blackout was pulling back hard on his controls, sensors screaming about the ion explosion behind him. His ass was toasted slightly but he was in the clear, he wouldn't say the same about the first dreadnaught, its bow bending into a planet side nose dive. Scanning his sensor board it showed the other dreadnaught careening out of control straight for WB-3. Kriffing hell.. Flipping to an open comm. Wrecking Ball 3, if you can you better get the feirfek outta there.. We have a run away headed for you.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Azeroth walked behind the two other Sith, they were headed to the military fort planetside. Where the Naddist marines had set up camp, it hadn't taken the harden soldiers long to best the local troops and over throw them. with the government in hiding or dead, and the military taken out, the was only a few areas of pocket resistance. Which he was sure the rampaging Warmongers would take care of.
This felt much better then the past few planetside battles. But then, Freedon had wanted to keep them. This place had no longterm goal for The Naddist, they could do with it what they wanted. And so far they had been, but Azeroth was starting to feel the force, from a further outside source... Reaching up he placed a hand on one of the other sith's shoulders. Wait.. We're needed elsewhere.
The trio turned and started running toward the disturbance.
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Aralee Galor
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Corellian Navy, Captain of 'Faustus'
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Rendili
Nov 7, 2009 15:26:29 GMT -5
Post by Aralee Galor on Nov 7, 2009 15:26:29 GMT -5
Aralee continues to glance at telemetry data as it is made available, keeping a close eye on the countdown to maximum effective firing distance.
"Then I recommend two things, Diktat. First, though there's no love lost between us and the alliance, this attack is a breach of starfaring custom, and we are, at least by tradition, required to help. The least we can do is eliminate whatever is jamming system-wide communication, and allow the RDF to make a distress call. This'll also make it easier for us to find our away team, since we're out of contact with them now."
For her second point, she indicates the icon representing the ISD3 engaged in surface activity: "Furthermore, engagin that ISD3 will not only deny enemy ground troops air and command support, but will put all eyes on the Faustus long enough for the dropship to get to the away team."
She turns again to Jet, an arm cautiously placed at her hip, indicating that she was awaiting, if not an order, then an answer.
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Rendili
Nov 7, 2009 17:28:45 GMT -5
Post by Aaron Starkiller on Nov 7, 2009 17:28:45 GMT -5
Aaron held his hand out in front him and created an invisible shield with the Force as the swoop bike exploded along with the Warmonger he had challenged. The flames and concussive force of the blast passed by him causing him no harm but scorching the duracrete around him.
Turning his head back to the group, where the Warmongers were now running amok within the cluster of swoops, Aaron stared daggers at Taaru. If he wanted to interfere with how Aaron handled things then that was fine, he'd just have to deal with the consequences.
Aaron turned back to the remaining Warmongers and smiled as he saw the two gray beasts charging at him. He spread his feet apart and crouched slightly while raising his hands up to chest level. He had fallen back into something reminiscent of a martial arts stance with his hands opened as if they were claws. The smile remained on his face as the beasts charged.
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Rendili
Nov 8, 2009 12:53:30 GMT -5
Post by Taaru Masako on Nov 8, 2009 12:53:30 GMT -5
Masako doesn't waste time after flinging the speeder, grabbing his saber hilts from their harnesses at either shoulder. Flipping a switch on both, he ignites them, but instead of the blue forked blade (eerily similar to that used by the warmongers), two personal shields expand in front of him, emanating from the basket hilt/focusing veins on the hilts.
These provide adequate cover as the blaster-toting warmongers regain their footing and unleash a hail of plasma fire and their furious vengeance for the death of their leader.
But Taaru knows the limits of his design, and he knows his own limits. He must also take his charges into account: This was no time to go berserker. They had to get airborne, or at least get away from this death trap: Their backs against the wall, with warmongers providing covering fire while others advance with melee weapons.
Urgency evident in his voice, he shouts an order to the Corellian mercs.
"Thermal detonators! Arm to 5 seconds. Now!"
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Rendili
Nov 8, 2009 16:28:01 GMT -5
Post by Jet Almeara on Nov 8, 2009 16:28:01 GMT -5
Jet had to grit her teeth a little as Aralee spoke - breech of star faring custom it may be, but Jet had long ago cast away such noble thoughts of battle. There was no honor in battle - there was life and death, winning and loosing and if you had to shoot someone in the back to win or save your friends then you had better damn well be willing to take that shot. Jet was - and she was just as capable of sitting back and letting these pirates pillage and plunder a Galactic planet. Hell it almost made her giddy...and i she'd been sitting at home watching holonews reports of burning buildings and sad Alliance officials a few days from now she probably would have chuckled.
But she wasn't at the mansion - and she had people on that planet, some of whom happened to happened to consider close and personal friends..and one of whom she should be on the ground protecting. Frowning but restraining the urge to punch the nearest wall Jet crossed her arms.
"Do whatever you have to to get our people back" she finally answered. blast it all to hell...she had a feeling this little run in was going to have some ramifications in the future, even if they didn't see them right away. The alliance was sure to find out the so called 'freighter' in their orbit was a little something more.
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Rendili
Nov 8, 2009 17:04:30 GMT -5
Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Nov 8, 2009 17:04:30 GMT -5
Ras was not amused as the warmonger's began rampaging through the speeders. One of their strikes managed to incapacitate Telera's swoop and send it spiraling out of control. There wasn't much Ras could do for her however and the man forced his mind to the rest of the situation.
"Ditch the bikes!" He ordered the rest of his team through the chaos. The swoops under the onslaught of the beasts had become far more dangerous then useful. Even as he spoke Ras was forced to leap off his own to avoid the vicious strike of a persistent warmonger, pouring fire at it Ras soon learned that it did little good - until it's opened its mouth to bark and order...or roar..or whatever the hell these things did and Ras was able to fell it with a few shots through the mouth.
Thankfully for Telera whose damaged bike shot into an uncontrollable spin which was to fast to safely jump from Erika who had yet to draw the warmongers attention to herself took notice and reaching out through the force managed to slow the bike and navigate it safely to the ground. Telera none the worse for wear - or at least not dead...which made a few burn and shrapnel wounds not worth complaining about for the moment.
Hearing Taaru's order Telera managed to salvage her gear and work through the chaos to Ras's side where the two took cover behind the dead warmongers body (at least their amour was good for something other then being irritating to the Mercs) and began to arm an assortment of detonators as per his orders.
Vidown meanwhile had been sidetracked by the need to save Jethro - again, from the corner of his eye the surly guard saw the flash of a warmonger's blade as Jethro fumbled for the detonators in his belt. Kicking his swoop into gear Vidown streaked towards Jethro and launched himself off his mount just in time to tackle Jethro and hurl them both sideways. The blade flashed down behind him wreaking the swoop and the seat where Jethro had previously been sitting. The warmonger seemed none to pleased that its quary had gotten away and turned towards the two as they slid across the ground and came to a stop on their backs.
"Run" Vidown told Jethro as he leveled his blaster and took careful calm aim at the warmongers beady eye as it bore down on him and Jethro who was currently diving towards Ras and Telera . Firing his shot the warmonger stumbled and fell mere inches from Vidown who ignored the body and began to cover his companions as they armed detonator's, taking careful aim at at any warmonger who took notice of them.
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Rendili
Nov 8, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -5
Post by GA Employee on Nov 8, 2009 18:05:44 GMT -5
The drifting hulk of the once proud warship, Provence, gave evidence to the destructive power of the invaders. It had happened to be the closest target to their amassed weapons and thus had been the first of many losses.
Having resigned himself, and his entire navy, to the same fate, Captain Cedric Holland had ordered the Dunkerque and the Strasbourg to make a last ditch effort. He wanted to stop the invaders by causing as much pain and hurt to them as he could. The enemies weapons and technology made them like a nexu in a nerf pen, but taking down the shields and venting the atmosphere of a droid run ship doesn't do much good. Likewise, putting a hole in a mass of thousands of tons, while the mass is speeding toward you, at a significant amount of the speed of light, doesn't stop you from being squashed. Thus while the Dunkerque and the Strasbourg may have looked quite finished after having vented their internal gasses and displaying brilliantly, blooming flames, the two ships were still headed for the Naysayer and all the closer for the enemies defense.
Unfortunately the same could not be said for the Bretagne it had not been headed on a suicide course when it was hulled. It also had a full crew of 16,000, and none of them droids. Thus while its orders to the its sister would be carried out to the best of the ships' droid brains' abilities, the Bretagne itself rested in an orbit destined to decay into the systems sun.
The Teste and the Surcouf both continued on their perilous dives. The first toward the planet and its sister toward their destroyer. The Teste breached the atmosphere of the planet with its nose and thus, becuase of drag, flipped end for end as it slid farther into the planetary gases. Its tumble and speed picked up enought that it began to ignite and oxidize, not only the flammable gases available in the upper atmosphere, but also pieces of the ship itself. The Surcouf was not so lucky, better for the people on the planet, just not the ship's crew. It carrened into Wrecking Ball 3 at a slight angle from perpendicular. The ships slammed together and while the Dreadnaught may not have had an excess of speed it did have significantly more mass than an average projectile. The Rendilian ship's nose sank into the foreign ships hull as bow was crushed under the pressure and pieces of opposing hulls fused together. Due to the angle of the impact, and the center of mass not being exactly behind the point of contact, the ships stern continued on the destructive path slamming into Wrecking Ball 3 in line from the point of first conact toward just starboard of the bow.
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Rendili
Nov 12, 2009 0:47:54 GMT -5
Post by Taaru Masako on Nov 12, 2009 0:47:54 GMT -5
Taaru has enough time to intercept a few plasma bolts from the blaster-toting warmongers with the mag shields deployed from his saber hilts, before Telera gets busy with fulfilling his order for express explosives.
The second a detonator is armed, it zips out of Telera's frenzied hands like a caged bird newly gifted its freedom. The mirrored silver projectiles, marred only by the light oxidation of their outer shells, travel along parabolic paths determined by the forces of Rendili's gravity and Taaru pure, distilled intent.
The first begins the opening statement by smacking one of the packing warmongers in the helmet, ricocheting off and landing to its left. The second beans another reptilian lizard person in the shoulder, and the third doesn't have much to add to the argument, because the first and second pontificate by annihilating (in the atomic sense) everything within their meter and a half radius. Since atomic fusion has the rude quality of releasing fabulous amounts of energy, the exclamation points at the end of the sentence resembles a rather large explosion. By the time the third (and fourth) detonators mount a contrasting opinion, they have little to preach to, as their words fall on deaf ears....and bits and pieces of limbs, organs, bone and scattered, smouldering chunks of armor.
If there is a gun-toting lizard person still alive in that mess, it is probably preoccupied with either bleeding to death or suffering from unconsciousness as a result of the pressure wave to be shooting at our motley collection of heroes.
Taaru celebrates by quieting the shield on his right hand, igniting the blade, and punching it through one of the approaching reptiles mandibles. It's eyes ignite at everything in its skull is subjected to 10 to the power of 8 kelvins within milliseconds, before it collapses onto the growing pile of warmongers the group of Corellians/Thruvarans is using as cover. The second gray that attacks him is blocked by his leftmost saber, still in shield mode, as it bears down on him. Masako withdraws his right blade from its brother's broiled skull, and brings his full attention onto the second Gray. He notes a glimmer of recognition, the Gray's yellow, slit-pupil eyes noticing the characteristic shape of his blade....very similar to the same he had just blocked.
Its animal puzzlement is cured with the removal of its serpent-like head from its shoulders, Taaru's blade neatly severing the whole mess and leaving a smoking stump in its wake.
Adding insult to injury, Taaru follows up the decapitation by blowing the lifeless body of the second gray back at more of its approaching brethren.
Remember his charges, he turns back to the mercs and Co.
"Why are you still here?! Get into the alleys!"
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Rendili
Nov 14, 2009 18:40:27 GMT -5
Post by Dangerous Wave's Corporation on Nov 14, 2009 18:40:27 GMT -5
"We're still here because you needed the kriffing Detonators!" Vidown responded in his typical surly tone - it seemed that he was somewhat more talkative in the heat of battle then he normally was. However even as he responded the man was shoving Jethro towards the near-by alleyways.
Ras was busy helping the injured but mobile Telera towards the same alleyways and shouting orders at the Corellian Marines - which he may not have been authorized to do but did anyways, and the men listened running ahead to act as point guards for the team.
"what about him?" Vidown shouted making a motion towards Aaron as he still fought, his covering actions now helped by Erika who with her force abilities seemed quite capable of keeping the warmongers back.
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Aralee Galor
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Corellian Navy, Captain of 'Faustus'
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Rendili
Nov 14, 2009 21:09:43 GMT -5
Post by Aralee Galor on Nov 14, 2009 21:09:43 GMT -5
((Musical Selection - The Lighting the Beacons, Main Movement, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King OST))
"Do whatever you have to to get our people back," she hears Jet say
That was all Aralee needed to hear. She turns to the holographic avatar of the red-haired rake.
"Mephisto, I need to talk to Lucifer."
The avatar bows gracefully, his voice both soothing and unsettling at the same time....what one would expect from a libertine.
"As you wish, milady."
The image fades, and is replaced by a new one: a perfectly black, almost obsidian sphere. Onlookers would be unsure whether it was solid or liquid....for to the eye, it seemed as if something was shifting beneath its surface.
"Lucifer, I need targeting solutions for a 3 round burst on Tango 1. Communications has isolated the subsystem that is the source of the jamming signal. That is your priority."
A dull red light flashes forth from the inside of the nightmare sphere, blinking once as if acknowledging the request. The speakers on the display table utter a deep bass vibration.
Aralee, seemingly undisturbed by this dark creature's ambiguity, turns with confidence to the rest of her crew.
"Capacitor status?"
"Fully charged on MAC, fully charged on Capcabs, 87% on plasma projectors."
"Release targeting to AI. Adjust course for 10 klick dorsal bypass of Tango 1. Arm Archer-C tubes with penetrators. At maximum efficient range, adjust pitch for fire, then release maneuvering thrusters to AI."
"Captain," Engineering comms,"heat dissipation during full engagements doesn't fall within standards. We won't be able to run silent."
"Thank you engineering, I'm fully aware. Break from silent running 20 seconds before we engage. Let them see who's going to wreck their party."
"Aye aye, ma'am!"
Aralee looks at Saul. "Has the rapid response team left yet?"
Saul checks his own console, bringing up the instantaneous hangar itinerary: "Momentarily."
"Confirm the orbital rendezvous coordinates with them....and wish them luck."
"Yes, captain."
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As a lone IDW-86 Assault Gunship exits the Prowler's hangar and makes for the planet, the Faustus fires chemical maneuvering thrusters to bring it to a new orbit...a higher one than previously.
The main bridge UI changes accordingly, and displays the Prowler's course and intended maneuvers, as ordered by the captain. A timer appears, and begins ticking down.
At 3 minutes to target, a hatch at the bow of the ship folds away to reveal the tip of the 600 meter Magnetic Accelerator Cannon, capable of firing three thousand ton ferric tungsten shell at 0.5c in short succession. Hatches to the 12 Archer-C firing tubes follow shortly.
At 1 minute 23 seconds, the Faustus, moving on orbital inertia alone, fires maneuvering thrusters once more, her stern rising above her read as she angles her nose slightly downward.
At 20 seconds, the Faustus breaks silent running. To the naked eye, she appears in her original glorious and shimmering white. Stored heat is vented from her Diffuse Radiator Arrays, which are positioned in stripes down the length of her hull. Thus, to thermographic imagers, she appears dawned in tiger stripes...or war paint.
At 0 seconds, she unleashes her entire arsenal into Tango 1, which unbeknown to her crew, carries the brooding name of "Naysayer".
Two magnificent spear of white hot light cross the 10 km gap between the two vessels as she fires her composite beam cannons, pounding into a pinpoint section of the Naysayer's shields. These are shortly followed by three bursts of light and radiation from the ship's bow, depositing three ferric tungsten rounds at the same location, aimed at the subsystem generating the jamming signal preventing system wide communications. In the 13 seconds left to her before she falls out of her targeting window, the Faustus fires a barrage of Archer-C warheads for good measure. Whatever damage they'd do was unnecessary, as the previous machinations would be sufficient to disable the jamming system, if not punch through the entirety of the Naysayer's hull.
In the Core, the mainframe for the shipboard AIs, a presence effects the digital equivalent of a grin, as it watches it's superhuman computations flourish into reality, and thus wreak devastation upon its enemies.
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Rendili
Nov 14, 2009 22:51:51 GMT -5
Post by Commander Natherax on Nov 14, 2009 22:51:51 GMT -5
It was as if the withdrawing of Freedon's combat meditation brought on this new slew of havoc. Crew's reporting that two of the dreadnaughts still functioning even at bare minimum were headed straight into the Naysayer's currently unshielded side, at the same moment the massive burst of some kind of energy weapon struck. The forward shielding dropped, the whole jamming tower obliterated, most the hull in that section was venting. Natherax could see the spray of bodies spewing out between the brief moments of flashing explosions. Given the nature of the Naysayers Armour shields were a bonus, but even the great warship war having trouble repelling fire of that magnitude. Furious at the unraveling of the battle field he barely heard the shout about what was happening to Wreaking ball 3. This couldn't be happening. WHERE DID THAT SHIP COME FROM?! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO WATCH FOR IT! -Sir we saw it only moments before the weapon hit us, we barely had time to rotated rear shields forward, if we hadn't damage would have been worse.
Natherax clenched his jaw, that meant he was looking pretty naked shield wise out there... Take out those Dreadnaughts, Get WB-2 out of here, take whatever we can, Comm the team planet side to get out of the way of that other ship, WB-1 will be left here, I want a full extraction of whatever we have right now! They are on their own. Tell Captain Sarkon to help the WB-2 out and cover the pull out of those new ships. We take what we can preferably without loosing anymore.
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Almost on queue, at least the Starfighters were preforming well still, Arched over the Naysayer and plowed down on the two dreadnaughts, torpedo's and laser fire ripped into the hulls of the ships, The Naysayers turbo cannons still pumping fire into them they did not last long, this time they made sure they stayed dead.
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Surface wide the Chaos marines made their way back toward WB-1, lacking in their Sith commanders they held the square waiting on them.
Azeroth however now reached the new scene of combat, one that made him smile almost gleefully, Force users... From his vantage point on top of a building over looking the courtyard several stories below he could see the plums of smoke from the Warmongers entrance, and the fires they created as they moved inward, it seemed everyone of the Naddist forces were making way to the force presences.
The awesome rock from thermal detonators shook the building the three stood up on, Most of the initial warmonger group was dead, the fighters were indeed worthy combatants. Silencing his beeping comm unit, Azeroth Signaled to his brothers and dove off the building, they followed him leaping off the roof, controlling their decent and turning 12 story fall into a simple hop. Lightsabers blazing to life they rushed at one of the force users who seemed to have gotten himself separated from the group.
Nearly the Same moment two more packs of warmongers rushed in from a nearby alleyway and the main road. The two Golden commanders bellowing orders as the heavy plasma fire spilled out into the fleeing group of force users.
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