Expectant Oath

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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Silas Karn » Fri Apr 26, 2019 6:39 pm

***Control Room***

Recognizing the successes of the imperial defenses Nil opted to further stall their efforts by closing the blast doors to the ISB security office as it seemed Silas might not be able to delay them further. “Nil, access corridor controls…” It seemed the droid’s efforts now aligned with the aims of the alliance team. Noting that overrides for emergency lighting would require a key card Nil parted from its desk a moment to search the fallen station commander’s body. It didn’t take long to procure one of the two most important artifacts aboard the station. Returning to the command console Nil accessed the higher functions allowed to the commander and began to swiftly fulfil Ferro’s demands. To the imperials the first notable change was the loss of all standard illumination within the facility. In moments the emergency lighting would follow suit. The request to open the blast door to the control room would follow shortly after.

***Station Interior***

Struggling to get to his feet after Silas was filled with a near blinding rage and began to move toward a retaliatory strike. However, years spent in battle alongside the instincts born of his heritage fought vehemently against such actions. Almost spitting with frustration Silas backpedaled before running back down the corridor before turning the corner of an inwardly diverted hallway. Sitting down, Silas opted for a different approach. Closing his eyes Silas reached out through the Force seeking the focal point of the entire station. The conflux of emotions and life energy touched upon by the living Force for every individual that dwelt on the orbital platform would now serve the former High Priest. Honing his energies upon the epicenter Silas touched upon the minds of all that dwelt in and around the orbital station. With the cover of darkness to aid in his evasion and the chaos that would soon come from his influence Silas drove a dagger into the collective consciousness of the imperial forces (Battle Mediation). With great disparity Silas would soon grant a similar in magnitude boon to the alliance spec ops teams. The longer he could remain undetected the great his influence and the depths of its reach would continue to expand. Unlike his former efforts this ability drew very little from its practitioner as the manner to which Silas could detect and interact with those within the sphere of his influence was in stark contrast to that of the famed Verpine to whom he had dueled in its use.

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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Doren Vassyl » Sat May 04, 2019 12:33 am

Heiys, for all his planning, was caught off-guard by the sudden deactivation of the primary hall lamps. And, while the auxiliary lighting briefly raised the Major’s spirits, their equally swift departure soon left the ISB official with a sour taste in his mouth. Thankfully, the Security Bureau was not to be undermined lightly. Anticipating a worst-case such as the one they were experiencing now, the Internal Affairs branch had made sure to equip the station office with external power cells. Though not nearly as powerful or permanent as their internal counterparts, the backup batteries would nonetheless thwart any timely attempts to rob the office of life support and basic lighting. This failsafe however, for all its boons, did have one less-than-obvious failing.

The blast door leading to the hub, while arguably tied to the security office, was simultaneously considered a circumstantial airlock and danger zone in the event of an outside breach. And, such being the case, its controls were at the nigh-uncontested mercy of the vile mechanical assailant. Even the Major, for all his smug overtures, felt his heart shrink some as the dual rhomboid began to slowly shut their gaping maw around the last valid source of light. The winded Warrant Officer was similarly discouraged by this chain of events. Yet, to both men’s amazement and humble gratitude, two of the vanguard stormtroopers sprint ahead of their colleagues, and began to brace the unforgiving sheet metal with all of their might.

“Don’t just stand there!”, Cataldi growled at his weary colleagues, “Go!”. Heiys did not wait up for further invitation, and wasted not time diving through the small opening the groaning sentinels were tirelessly working to preserve. “Take defensive positions!”, Brant barked in a tone less honeyed than usual, “I want guns on those doors, and a man stationed every lift!”. The white-clad security officers, along with a handful of armored guards set about accomplishing the Major’s commands. Prior to his return to the office, the hub’s armories had been emptied, equipped, or destroyed as per regulation. Sensitive documents had been saved to hard disks or otherwise incinerated, and what little recordings of the recent bedlam had been obtained were likewise committed to exterior drives.

This was the endgame for Brant. Now, all that remained was to shove as many bodies into the second story escape pods as could be managed, and hope that the planetary garrison was suitably prepared to repel any potential incursions. Cataldi and his men would work in unison with security staff to keep the larger rodents at bay, allowing the non-coms to make their hasty exit without further molestation. Yes, preserving Imperial lives was now the only work left to accomplish. The Major was perfectly content to give the rebels the temporary satisfaction of a naval victory. Let them revel in their hollow success. It would only be a matter of time before the other shoe dropped- and Brant would find himself up to his elbows in fresh victims for interrogation.


***Imperial Star Destroyer Immortal, Command Bridge***


Admiral Rohana, in spite of his austere countenance, stifled a harsh yawn, and glanced down at his chrono once more. “I think we’ve given them more than enough time”, the elder fleet commander inquired wryly, “Let’s get a move on Captain”. “Aye Sir!”, the alert XO quipped back, the excitement oozing from his words, “What shall our heading be?”. “Valgauth”, announced in a louder voice, “And have our techs begin to run hyperlane projections for the Lesser Lantillian Trade Spine”. “As you command Sir”, the enthusiastic deckhand called back, only to be forestalled by a single raised hand. “And Captain”, the Admiral sustained with a definitive tone, “Keep the Morvolo Sector Fleet and the other battle groups apprised of our movements: this op is about to become far more interesting”.
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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Ben Kenobi » Wed May 08, 2019 5:41 pm

***Lantillian Sector, Nazzri System - P-9***
***Deadspace***


It was time.

Had the Operators of the Alliance Special Forces managed to succeed in their goals was yet unknown, their initial attempts of alerting the Astronomican Fleet had not been successful themselves and thus the advance of the Fleet had been purposely delayed to spare the active units a bit more time to conduct their efforts. That delayed span of time had come and gone now. Admiral Gates stood dispassionately looking out the viewport with one arm across his chest and the other poised upon his chin in deep contemplation.

From the viewport of the Astronomican’s bridge he could readily see the formation of the Task Force and they were formed up in a precision manner; awaiting the command. Everything was pre-calculated down to the smallest degree and navicomputers were synced with hyperdrives primed. Thousands of personnel were upon the call of their commander to send them forth to Vena. All hands were at general quarters already with gun crews at their stations, damage control crews properly positioned, hangar crews set to launch BTL-S8 K-wings at the behest of the command given, specified squadron leaders were already on station and specific hyperspace capable craft were already in flight around their parent vessels to more swiftly engage the enemy if needs be. The Alliance Navy was battle ready and anticipating a fight, it was up to the Operators and Karn to see them through this day without one.

He checked the chronometer once more and noted the time. Indeed it was well passed the hour. Therefore the options presented to him were thus:

Call off the operation. In doing so the resources of the Alliance would have been wasted and spent. Thyferra would continue to go on unanswered and the momentum of the war would swing back into stagnation.

Launch. In doing so the entire Task Force would be engaged to Vena. It then came down to the success or failure of the Operators. Had they blinded the station? Had they not? If they had then the issues would be of little concern and the operation would go on as planned. If not then the Imperials would be alerted. There was much to risk but in every military operation the plan was only sound until enemy contact had been met then it was dependant on who could improvise faster and more efficiently. Obvious there was only one choice to be made.

With a turn on his heel he eyed the first officer of the bridge and simply nodded.

Captain Myszka snapped to action at the indication and from the command chair he hit the intercom. “All hands, brace. Task Force; engage jump routine on my mark.” Granted a few seconds to prepare he left no room for anticipation. “Mark!”

One after another the Task Force Astronomican shot from their position amongst the stars and vanished into hyperspace bound for Imperial Vena…


***Vena, Orbital Station***


Storm One continued to ease forward until she arrived within view of the dorsal mounted sensor array where the ATR-6 turned to present its port gun turret and then she opened fire spraying beams of scarlet energy at the array with full intent to cripple the system if not outright destroy it. Pounding energy slammed into the hull as the gunner expertly walked his rounds in and within a few bursts the energy was appropriately directed towards the sensitive array.

The pilot wasn’t watching the scanners to view the demise of the orbital station’s ‘eyes,’ rather he was already consorting with his copilot over scans of the station itself. There was an airlock not too far away from where the Operator Teams should be, they opened a channel and alerted the away team of their plan that once the array was down they would maneuver towards the airlock and attach to provide an egress route.

Colonel Ferro of Alpha Team snapped the lamp on that was attached to his pistol though he was far more concerned with his datapad as the team arrived at the blast door which was still open and hadn’t been sealed. Around them lay the Imperial personnel that had defended this position, either slain or on their knees in surrender. When the illumination went out the Operators had little trouble in turning this position over and they did so without casualties on their end and with minimal casualties on the opposing side. Those that surrendered were set to face the wall with hands atop their heads, weapons were seized and piled for swift destruction via an incendiary grenade that soon provided a small portion of light within the corridor of which the Operators did not need but it brought a certain calm to the personnel without illumination devices and it kept them from panicking.

They made entry into the control room and while Ferro coordinated with Nil, Beta Team and Storm One, the Operators pulled security that they wouldn’t be taken unawares while Sergeant Holmes rapidly set detonation charges to the critical systems of the station; the sensory terminals and the communications hub.

“Acknowledged,” Ferro responded to the pilot and swiftly he switched channels to the Operator’s frequency. “Beta Team, I’m sending you the location of the dorsal airlock. Get up there and secure it, Storm One will be there presently to receive. Nil, you’re finished where you are, link up with Karn and both of you get to the dorsal airlock for extraction. We’re setting charges here and will be on our way shortly. All units; extraction in three minutes. Mark time, now!”

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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Silas Karn » Fri May 10, 2019 10:02 pm

***Station Interior***

Silas relaxed as his control tightened yet, it seemed his efforts were swiftly rendered inconsequential. Thanks to his earlier efforts to secure the station’s primary control room and Nil’s persistent meddling the situation had finally shifted against the imperial defenses. Darkness soon claimed the hallway as a cascade of system interruptions began at the behest of the assassin’s droid. Finally a voice breached Silas’s meditations as Nil reached out to its master. “My Lord, our success now demands evacuation of the facility. We have less than three minutes to reach the dorsal airlock.”

Though Silas was reluctant to release his technique he knew that despite his value in positioning the ops team to finish the strike they would not wait for him. Opening his eyes Silas slowly got to his feet. Fatigued, despite his seeming rest within the embrace of the Force, Silas exhaled a heavy breath with a familiar numbness spreading throughout his body. Though the famed warrior could still fight his use of the Force until he had a proper rest would be extremely limited. With such knowledge Silas sprinted back toward the control room to meet with Nil. Even with the sublime senses he possessed the near total darkness made pathing difficult and locating his companion moreso.

Within a minute the pair had reached one another and with Nil leading the way, thanks to possessing a proper blueprint for the facility, worked toward the airlock at the best possible speed. True to form the pair began to hear the pounding footsteps of the spec ops members as they closed in. It was difficult to tell if the team was meeting any resistance as it seemed the ops members were moving faster than the pair could move as a team. ‘This doesn’t feel concise enough to be over so simply. I can only hope my part in this operation is held in high enough regard. What I seek still eludes me.’ Silas mused as the pair strove to arrive just behind the ops team.

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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Doren Vassyl » Mon May 20, 2019 5:10 am

There was little hope for the scattered personnel that the Major factored out of his tactical retreat. Those that still clung to life were blameless given the current, mystical circumstances: though they were likely to suffer the indignation of capture for some time to come. Those that perished did so with honor. Still, this day, if nothing else, the stain of war crimes lay on the rebel's hands. While main power and other vital systems were routed through the station bridge, the meticulous agents of the Bureau kept watch on the host of the Vena outpost's primary surveillance mainframe. A subset of which, by happy coincidence, had captured the opening haunt of Silas' diabolic ritual that. Moral hegemony had always been a selling point for the Alliance: and one which was held in tenuous balance.

Would the holonet claim martial radicalism on the Jedi's behalf? Or simply out Sith Collusion on the part of the dogged democratic coalition? Brant couldn't say for sure. One thing that he felt was certain, however, was the delicious irony and sociopolitical gravitas this conflict would wreak within the rebel hierarchy. For that alone, the fallen defenders would see their due recompense. The line between victory and defeat was constantly blurred in the Major's line of work: sometimes, even the worst of outcomes heralded the most luxurious of rewards. Looking over his shoulder one last time, Heiys grinned with malicious glee at the vacant security hub. It seemed the Rat had elected to fight another day- that was for the best.

With a sweep of his cloak, the Major sauntered into his escape pod, and thumbed the ignition. Soon, the gunmetal bulb went tumbling out after the Warrant Officer and the rest of his retinue. The ragtag group hurdled down to the planet's surface without issue, though the distant glint of an unidentified transport caused some anxiety for the winded bridge crew that had successfully made the exodus. Upon arrival, the less-than-conquering heroes were met with a soldier's welcome, and quite run through the gauntlet of briefings and debriefings. The planetary garrison was abuzz, but so far as Heiys was concerned, the threat of invasion was minimal. At the very least, the Major's role in the battle was at end. For now, he could sit back, and enjoy whatever fireworks ensued hereafter- all in a day's work.


***Lesser Lantillian Trade Spine, Deadspace***

***Imperial Star Destroyer Immortal, Command Bridge***


"All systems nominal Admiral", the energetic XO announced, "We have batteries standing by". "Good", Lorn Rohana indicated with a nod, "And what of the Rapier?". "Her Captain reports the gravity wells are online and running at ninety-five percent output", the XO continued, "The picket line is preparing their tractor beams as we speak". "Send a wire to the outer formation", Rohana added offhandedly, "If anything jumps in, they're to tie it down with extreme and indiscriminate prejudice". "As you command", Lorn's right hand quipped back, "Shall I inform the neighboring task force of our progress?". The Admiral was did not respond immediately. In quiet meditation, the aged tactician weighed the risks and rewards of operating in isolation. At last, the verdict grumbled free, "Contact Captain Elbon and have him set stations to defstat two". As much as Rohana desired to catch the traitor himself, the situation was sensitive. The Admiral would play things safe for now. Shared glory was in the end, better than none at all.
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Re: Expectant Oath

Post by Ben Kenobi » Thu Jun 13, 2019 8:53 pm

Temporarily blind and mute. This was the condition of the Vena Orbital Station which was by and large the single greatest threat to this operation. It was also well in the hand of the Alliance Forces though not for long as they were also vacating the facility via their remaining ATR-6 Assault Transport. Even now the vessel was detaching with the payload of the Operator Teams, Karn, Nil and Colonel Ferro. But what was more important was the Alliance Fleet was now wide and clear to move into the surrounding area without fear of long range detection under the ruse that this had been a specific attack directed solely at the station itself as an intell grab.

Colonel Ferro fell back against his harness inside the passenger compartment, his helmet in his shaking hands and hair matted against his scalp in a sweaty mess. “Are we clear?” He breathed heavily and asked to the cockpit.

“Aye sir, we’re away from the station. We are clear to proceed.”

“Then let’s get on with it.” He replied wearily and closed his eyes for some much needed rest.

It took the ATR-6 four and a half minutes to break outside of Vena’s own gravity well where the transport plotted pre-calculated jump coordinates and shot off into hyperspace and beyond the reach of the Imperial Military…

***Lesser Lantillian Trade Spine, Deadspace***


Ferro did not sleep well…

Within the span of only a handful of minutes after the initial jump the ATR-6 was forcefully ejected from hyperspace and was now adrift with minor systems failures as the navicomputer and internal system was rebooted. Being pulled from hyperspace was unpleasant though fortunately the crew and passengers were belted down lest they have been tossed within.

Initially Ferro was furious as he suspected that the calculated data was old and hadn’t been refreshed or even human error was involved. Once he regained his equilibrium he smacked the release of his harness and bolted into the cockpit only to the unwelcome sound of near panic from the crew. Ferro didn’t need an explanation to their lamentation as he spotted the dagger shaped starships of the Imperial Navy in the distance and he knew immediately that they’d not failed to calculate their jump properly but rather it was the Empire that had denied them egress.

If he could have been relieved that they alone had been the ones to have been caught out of turn then, sure, he could have lived with that. He wasn’t necessarily ready to die out here in a fiery explosion from a TIE strafing run or to rot in an Imperial penal camp after surviving ISB interrogation… or not… but he could be content in knowing by the time the Empire inevitably broke him, the Alliance would be well into the throes of their grand operation.

This, unfortunately, was not the case and his eyes screwed shut ever tightly as far off in the distance a shape was also torn from hyperspace. “The Astronomican…” He whispered in woe of the Imperial’s cunning…

***Task Force Astronomican***


“Immediate reversion imminent!” Came the cry at the Navigations Station.

“Brace!” The rebuttal came a moment later but the reaction was ever too slow. The brilliant light of hyperspace was torn asunder in a rainbow of color and then broken down into endless lines and back down into the pinpricks of realspace. Crew were pitched to the deck hard and quickly after the cries for the medical staff started coming in.

Damage reports were far more merciful as no serious failures or damages were incurred, however the navicomputers all across the Task Force would be scrammed for some time until they could properly recalibrate them. All around the mighty starship ‘Astronomican’ the other Alliance Navy warships of the Task Force were also dragged right out of hyperspace and flung into the reaches of deadspace. To the ‘Astronomican’s’ starboard the ‘Mon Remonda’ and the ‘Debater’ nearly collided if not for the swift reactions of the helms staff and captains. The two Mon Calamarian Star Cruisers veered enough to avoid the collision though it brought both ships out of formation and as smaller capital ships entered the area by force they were also forced to come to radical course corrections or face ramming by accident the maneuvering ships.

It was chaos all around and three detonations were detected to the rear of the formation close to where several of the pre-launched fighter squadrons would have been. Cries over the communications arrays were confirmation that collisions had occurred and at least three T-65s were down with others critically damaged.

High Admiral Norman Gates stared blaster bullets into his holoscreens as the image of an Imperial Interdictor Cruiser sat off the port bow of the ‘Astronomican’ by a moderate distance. “To quarters!” He yelled and the echo came alongside warning klaxons complete with red strobes. Staff began sprinting to their battle stations and Gates himself moved to the command throne and sat down.

“Shields up! Gunnery, prime the batteries and start plotting solutions on those Star Destroyers.” He turned in his chair to view another screen, “Status on our Starfighter Corps?”

“Sir, launched squadrons are in operation save for a handful of injuries to our X-wings but we have E-wing Interceptors pulling up fast. As for the hangar, the situation is more severe. Expect delayed launches.”

He swiveled back around after accepting the report. “Pull up the E-wings to screen us while we close the distance. I want the hangar status to be expedited.” Once more he swiveled, this time towards his tactical command screens and he digitally checked the status of the battle lines. “Alright, get the Task Force reformed as soon as possible so we can start laying down fire on these bastards. Until then, take the ‘Astronomican’ and spear right into their hearts!”

“And get a status update back to the rest of the Astronomican Fleet and tell them to hold until we can clear a path.” He turned his attention back to the problem at hand, it would be some time before the Task Force got back on its feet but once it did the Imperials would pay for this disruption. But the worse part yet was that the entire operation had just been upended. Much would depend on the unfolding events of this recovery…

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Task Force Astronomican

Marquis-class Star Defender ‘Astronomican’
MC90 Heavy Cruiser ‘Mon Remonda’
MC80a Medium Cruiser ‘Mon Leviz’
MC80a Medium Cruiser ‘Debater’
MC30c Frigate ‘Moonfall’
Strike-class Medium Cruiser ‘Justice’
Modified Strike Cruiser ‘Silent Fury’
Munificent Star Frigate ‘Mediator’
Neutron Star Bulk Cruiser ‘Harmony’
Neutron Star Bulk Cruiser ‘Reliance’
Nebulon B2 Frigate ‘Beacon’
Nebulon B2 Frigate ‘Rock’
Corellian Gunship ‘First Strike’

Full Starfighter Compliment.

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