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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on May 5, 2008 20:27:42 GMT -5
"Commander! The Republic fleet is coming out of hyperspace straight ahead!" shouted a metallic voice.
Hiaca stared ahead into the main viewing window with his four glaring eyes. "Divert all power to primary weapon systems and fire on their flagship! Order the Banking Clan ships to unload all their bombers on the enemy flagship! Concentrate all firepower on that flagship!!" Hiaca shouted at the droids. He figured that the best way to cripple the enemy fleet was early while they were attempting to organize.
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Post by Pandorym on May 5, 2008 20:40:58 GMT -5
Tyrgis growled low in his throat as his ship, The Maimed Revenge, picked up the incoming sensor readings that could only mean the arrival of the Republic fleet. He hated space combat, for it denied him to opportunity to watch his foes end their days in terror as his spikes vibroknucklers punched through their vital parts. Regardless, combat was combat, and he was addicted to the rush of adrenaline that came with risking his life to take those of others. On cue with the other droid fighters he released his docking clamps, activated his thrusters, and shot out of the docking bay toward the oncoming enemy fleet. He would officially fly escort for the Banking Clan bombers, but their fate mattered little to him. It was the prospect of violence that he thrived on, and soon his wishes would be fulfilled.
The Maimed Revenge looked normal enough, a small cargo vessel with space for a crew of three, but as it approached those its owner had been hired to destroy the ship's true purpose became apparent. Turrets, sloppily welded onto the ship's frame but functional nonetheless, slid out of their concealed ports and prepared to open automatically targeted fire on any fighters sent to intercept the oncoming bombers. Out of the ship's lower half slid a diamond-boron missile launcher, capable of destroying closely clumped fighter squadrons or weakly armored subsystems on larger ships. Tyrgis laughed as his shields activated, his vessel fully entering combat mode. Let them try to destroy him. Perhaps he'd hack their communication frequencies so he could hear them die...
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Post by Jupi on May 6, 2008 14:24:37 GMT -5
Kate yawned, "Just keep the cloak on for a little more. Then when the loser goes into hyperspace and gets away, we'll attack the much weakened victor." The cloak made the ship impossible to see, and the ship's design stopped it from being able to show up on radar.
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Post by Kitty on May 7, 2008 21:06:26 GMT -5
((Sorry for any inconviences; I changed my charecters name in this thread to Sela, not Mara. Sela seems more alien, and besides the fact that Mara is wholly a rip-off. Again: Sela.))
"Force Delta is in transition," barked a Communications officer, "And Melo has given a good to go signal."
"Good work, officer." Sela surveyed the TacBoard. "Send the Victor and the Incorruptable to 12.3.24 to reinforce O12."
"Yes, ma'am."
"All fighter squadrons deployed?"
"Yes, ma'am."
It was never a strategically sound move to exit hyperspace into direct conflict. Ambush was too risky, usually, and the defenders always had the edge in formation -- there was only so many places you could come out of hyperspace, especially when around planets or asteroid fields. The Defenders had no such problems.
But Sela was not concerned. She doubted her opponent -- Hiaca Evenstar, if all intelligence reports were right, and they usually were -- was smart enough to arrange his ships well enough that Sela couldn't counter.
Sure enough, he hadn't.
Sela had put her ships in a Crossed V, a common attacking manuever when coming out of hyperspace, but not usually possible, as it required a large fleet. The point of the V was furthest away from the enemy, the two sides were branched out. Sela had very nearly placed the CIS fleet in the middle of the V. With that position, the CIS ships would recieve a crossfire; northwest and southwest turbolaser fire could rake a ship from side to side.
There was a downside. There was always a downside. But this formation was only temporary, until Sela could rearrange her armada to further outstrategize this Hiaca.
The Crossed V spread her forces very thin. It was large, and an organized, concentrated thrust could break the formation. If that was accomplished, the Crossed V formation could cause whole squadrons to be cut off from the other.
But that hardly mattered, Sela thought, as the CIS ships began to wink as they took fire. She would win. She always won.
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Post by Pandorym on May 7, 2008 22:38:27 GMT -5
The enemy fleet emerged from hyperspace at last, their powerful capital ships opening fire and launching their fighter squadrons. Compared to the CIS fleet, in no particular formation, they looked like a squad of riot police coming to put down a particularly violent protest. Trygis's only consolation was in his certainty that, very soon, the ships would lose their gleaming polish. While most of the CIS capital ships were back surrounding the planet, daring their foes to come fully into range, the bomber squadrons had been more than three quarters of the way to their foes by the time they pulled into the system. That meant that they were denied any support from their main fleet at all, but also that the Republic fleet would have to deploy fighters to stop them unless they were foolish enough to try to use anti-frigate turbolasers at point-blank range on fighter craft. Anyone smart enough to get their fleet out of hyperspace in formation wasn't that foolish. What they probably didn't know was just what an escort the bombers had. Soon, the carnage would begin.
Tyrgis, on his current vector, was leading the squadron toward one of the two most dangerous places in the enemy fleet: directly beneath the capital ships of the right flank, where fighters and smaller point defense weapons would be quickest to reach them. There was a simple reason for this: fighter bombs, aimed with robotic precision, could strike emplaced guns before coming into their range, and the last thing a naval officer well-versed in the tactics that had held true for thousands of years would suspect would be for their opponent to make what seemed to be the most foolish possible move. A single diamond-boron missile past the hangar shields, if pulled off, would prove to the commander just how wrong tradition could be. The mercenary was taking a gamble, certainly, but one in which he was supremely confident. With a few volleys of missile and bombs the most dangerous place in the fleet would suddenly be the refuge for the enemies of the capital ships. Grinning widely, Tyrgis pulled the launch trigger, his salvo followed by another sixteen from behind him...
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on May 8, 2008 14:45:27 GMT -5
Supreme Commander Evenstar grimmaced, but only ever so slightly. The Republic Commander had brought her fleet in directly surrounding the main portion of his fleet. "Redistribute power to average levels Captain." he growled. Although the massive firepower Sovereign had lain down had been intended for the Republic flagship, a Republic crusier had come out of hyperspace directly into the firestorm. Proton torpedos, ion blasts, and laser cannon fire bombarded the hull of the cruiser. The poor ship barely stood a chance, it paled in comparision to Sovereign, in both size and firepower. Its shields were decimated within a matter of seconds, the cruiser's were promtly destroyed as they shields went down.
A grin returned to Hiaca's face as he learned that his bombers were more than 3/4s of the way to their target. It seemed that the Republic fleet had come into hyperspace in close proximity to the bombers. "Concentrate all proton torpedos on their Flagship's shield generator. Concentrate all ion batteries on the larger ships and direct fire from the laser batteries toward the Cruisers." he said in a snarl. As an after thought he said, "Bring Mr. Borel on screen."
ooc: Not gonna kill your crusier Kitty. But if you feel it should then end its life. After all it pales in comparison to my ship =p
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Post by Jupi on May 8, 2008 14:54:46 GMT -5
Kate smiled as the battle went on. "Funny. Once whoever wins this thinks they've achieved victory, I'll destroy them. (( Alright, I'm bored. Someone discover meh kays? ))
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Post by The Lord Elfy the Great on May 8, 2008 18:30:15 GMT -5
ooc: Ah i see thats what you wanted
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Post by Pandorym on May 8, 2008 18:56:47 GMT -5
As Tyrgis rolled his ship over, the bombers following as they narrowly dodged the explosion caused by their salvo, then pulled out and prepared to open fire once again, the Soverign hailed him. Mildly annoyed at being interrupted but aware that he would need to be respectful if he was to keep his contract intact, the mercenary pulled a final loop under the remaining defensive guns, fired again, and headed straight for the forward hangar bay. If he didn't hurry, fighters would arrive and make short work of his squadron. While en route he pressed down on his communicator, bringing Admiral Evenstar onto his main screen. At that precise moment an asteroid that drifted close to the system's edge was vaporised by a blast of laser fire, and Tyrgis's suspicions were confirmed.
"Before you give me new orders, Admiral, there is something you should know. Either pirates or backup Republic forces are waiting on the system's edge under a cloaking field, they just blew apart a space rock that was headed for them. Whatever their motives, I doubt they're friendly."
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Post by Shadow on May 8, 2008 19:27:37 GMT -5
Name: Finnius Novaherder Alais: The Hypnotist Age: 28 gender: Male Home World: From the outer rim (Unknown space)
Appearance: Humanoid (Said to be Corellian, though exact birth place is unknown). Wears an all black jump suit with mixed and matched clone trooper armor that was stolen after an intense battle with a stray trooper squadron. Finnius has well built almost military features, this includes broad shoulders, a large chest, large biceps, and chiseled facial characteristics. Caucasian in skin color, and had solid black hair with red streaks, his hair runs almost shoulder length and stops just past his ear lobes. Finnius has a goatee also with read streaks that is well kept. Around his neck he wears a long necklace that glows red whenever he is in a fight, people call him the Hypnotist because once you see the glowing red necklace you are entranced long enough for him to make a killing blow.
Faction: CIS employed, but less loyal than a Merc, he has a secret agenda and what side he is on varies based on his immediate needs.
Bio: Finnius has a clouded past, his aura befitting that of a dark jedi, though it was confirmed long ago that he does not have the excess midichlorians needed to be such. Nobody really knows his birthplace, just that he was abandoned on an asteroid in a wayward ship headed to the Force knows where, he was found by some pirates, his life was only spared due to the necklace around him. After a few years of trying and failing to obtain the valuable necklace, the pirates abandoned him on Corellia. Finnius was seven years old when he was abandoned again, a group of slave traders were rounding up their inventory when they spotted him. They noticed he didn't have an ID tag, so they figured he was a Corellian orphan. After getting the proper paperwork set up the traders put him in with their inventory to work as a slave. Forging an ID for him named "Finnius Novaherder". Later he was traded to a Bespin merchant as a cabin boy for his ship. Finnus turned 18, and killed the merchant stealing his ship. What happened after that was a ten year voyage of learning and experience, he got involved in the Galaxy underworld as a mercenary, learned to fight for his life on numerous planets, against many foes, each time collecting something to remember his victory by. As of recently, Finnius is in deep space hunting for some recent CIS prisoners who have escaped.
Weapons: Finnius carries an array of weapons, but his favorite happens to be a dual T-6 Thunderer heavy blaster pistol combo, with a few Thermal Detonators and Concussion Grenades at his side. His ship is named the Shadow Plauge and was bought with CIS credits.
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