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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 30, 2008 6:15:37 PM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
“Thanks for the assist, Vader’s Grip.” Gerun said over the comm.

“Anytime, Endeavor, anytime.” Triel replied.

Grinning, Gerun turned back to the ongoing battle raging before them.

“Recall Dagger and Rancor back to the hanger. We’re about to go into the heart of the battle and I don’t want them getting picked off by any one of the enemy ships out there.” Gerun said as he gazed out at battle.

A particular engagement caught his eye. The Raven was being chased by the Vicino and was heading toward the Star Destroyer Cavalier. As he watched, the Ravenled it right toward the Cavalier, managing to trick it into ramming headfirst into the Cavalier’s[i/] bridge, which destroyed it and nearly all of the bridge. Shaking his head at the Captain’s bravery, or sheer stupidity, he noticed the Carrack Cruiser [i]Malcontent heading full speed toward the Endeavor.

Maybe he wants to play chicken. Hmm… he’ll wish he never started it.

“Full speed toward the Malcontent.” Gerun said confidently.

“But sir, that will put us on a collision course with it.” an officer said hesitantly.

“That’s the plan.” Gerun replied quietly.

The officer gulped and then obeyed. Gerun grinned as the ship put on a burst of speed.

This is going to be fun.[i]

As soon as the [i]Endeavor
had closed the gap by half, Gerun had orders.

“Pull up a few degrees and send Rancor out. They are to engage the enemy TIE fighters that are attacking us now. When we get closer, send Dagger squadron out and tell them to follow us and wait for orders. When we reach the Malcontent tell them to…” Gerun said.


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I wonder what the Captain has in mind now. Surely it’s something crazy. At least something as crazy as that stunt he pulled earlier with the Marauder if not crazier.

“So who wants to bet on what the Captain is going to do? I don’t know, but I bet it’s something stupid and dangerous.” Seing said.

He listened to the replies and made mental notes, planning to cash in when they finally found out. He was going to make a bet later on when he actually had an idea.

Now it’s time to get back to duty.

Seing turned his TIE around sharply and got a lock on a lagging fighter that had just taken a hit. Squeezing the trigger, he blew it up and kept on flying, looking for another target. All around him, his mates were dominating, with nearly all of the enemy squadron took out. Killing another one, he realized the whole squadron was gone.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 30, 2008 6:17:14 PM    View the profile of Blue-Leader 
Standing tall in the Nemesis' hangar, Sergeant Major Anthony Bagardi stood tall and buff. His M2-G Assault Rifle butted against his armpits, taking a brisk look at the Lamba-Class Shuttle that was docked in this hanger, he began to walk his patrol. Two marines moved up near him, wearing the same, black combat uniform that Bagardi was. A second later, one of the marines hit the ground as he was hit by a large piece of debris. Bagardi turned around just in time to see TIE Fighters fighting outside the hanger bay, the hanger blast doors began to close, and Bagardi lost his breath. The hangar shields had failed, a TIE Fighter had crashed inside the hangar, and well, Bagardi was being pushed outside the hanger. Everyone in the hangar began to scream silently, not being able to be heard in the deep vacuum.

As Bagardi looked down, two TIE Fighters chased another TIE Interceptor of the enemy. Turning around with the few seconds he had left, he saw the blast "failsafe" doors close, and a few bodies hit it as air was re-pumped back into the hangar. He then died as more explosions were seen, and his body drifted off.

* * *


"Report!" Commodore Taurus screamed through the bridge as he felt the hangar being ripped apart. He looked around at a young Lieutenant at a terminal, above him was a middle aged Lieutenant Commander, pointing at the screen. "Well?!"

"Hangar breached, sir. Sealing doors now, someone seal off all doors to the hangar area!" Lieutenant Commander Becta ordered the technician that was near him, he then moved over to a terminal and began to type promts.

"Tell Aegis Squadron to form up around the hangar, I don't want anything getting through!" Commodore Taurus ordered another Lieutenant that was at his feet (his head was level to his feet).

"Yes, sir." First Lieutenant Ari Plasti replied back. "Aegis 1, bring your squadron around the Nemesis' hangar bay, don't let anything get through."

"Copy that, Nemesis." The Aegis commander said slowly. "Aegis Squadron, form up around the Nemesis' hangar bay. Flight three follow any stray enemies, flight two and one keep on my back."

The replies from the squadron members started out loud, but a older Ensign silenced them  to a few coms. The command deck began to move back the battle statistics, Commodore Taurus moved over to the nearest battle view, looking over it with a keen eye.

* * *


Aegis 1, Commander Jahep Cakidius flew his TIE Interceptor towards the Nemesis' hangar bay. Two TIE Fighters were on his back (enemy TIE Fighters), moving faster towards the Nemesis, he left the guns of the Imperial Star Destroyer destroy the two fighters behind him. The two TIE Fighters behind him were turned into space dust in mere seconds. But, more TIE Fighters were ahead, they were circling around the hangar and destroying the backup shield generators.

"Aegis 2, lets roll." Aegis 1 and 2 began to fly towards an enemy TIE Fighter, Aegis 2 swooped down and fired at it's belly, Aegis 1 moved straight forward and began to destroy the fighter from the backside. The fighter moved past the ship's turrets, but then... it was hit. It moved quickly, burning, and it flew straight into the ship. It was destroyed.

"Aegis 1 this is the Nemesis, hangar bay doors are currently closed. Move out to your targets that are being given to your screens. Good work, Aegis." The Nemesis' flight officer spoke through his com and into Jahep's, he noded and began to turn the squadron around.

* * *


"Nemesis, this is the Leveler, we are moving towards our given target, requesting fighter escort." Commander Attacher, captain of the Leveler, spoke into his mouthpiece, staring around at his advisors.

"Affirmative Leveler, we are sending Saladin for enemy fighter support." The voice of the Nemesis' ship commander was heard through the bridge. The heavy weapons of the Leveler were large enough to scare any small force of attacking it. The Leveler was just firing the "old fashion way" at an enemy fighter circle.

"Roger, Nemesis. We are moving to the enemy coordinates. Awaiting escort as we speak." Commander Attacher turned back to his bridge staff, turning off his com. "Prepare weapons on all sides, close up all hangers and set up red code battle stations."

"Sir yes sir." Lieutenant Liansi saluted and moved about his duty.

* * *


"This is Lieutenant Commander Hiel, the Saladin is moving in towards the Leveler. Requesting fighter escort." Lieutenant Commander Hiel spoke into his com, and he turned towards the four pilots that were flying the ship.

"Negative, Lieutenant Commander. Fighter escort is en route to the Leveler, meet them and you will recieve a fighter escort. Nemesis out." Lieutenant Commander Hiel turned around and shook his head, he then spoke to his bridge crew:

"Code 5, Red. Seal all blast doors, ready all forward turrets. Shields and engines to 100 percent, take down the utility energy use to 50 percent." Lieutenant Commander Hiel leaned against the bridge com, and then watched as the Saladin moved towards the Leveler and 9 Blizzard fighters.

"Sir, charts are set. All energy use has been transferred, all your orders are at 100 percent. We are moving fast... and steady towards the Leveler, we should be there... now." The Lieutenant looked up as the four pilots steered the Saladin down and the fighter escorts met up with the Saladin.

"Roger that." Lieutenant Commander Hiel then clicked on his com. "Blizzard Squadron, you know the drill. Keep our weak spots sealed, and our strong parts strong? Ok?" He didn't wait for a sarcastic answer. "Lets roll, Blizzard."

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 30, 2008 9:22:41 PM    View the profile of StOrMz 
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The Nemhain was being beat like a ragdoll. TIE Bombers were engaging the vessel from every direction.

"Shields are almost entirely depleted sir." Informed one of the crew members.

"Divert power from the engines and place that excess power to the shields. We are going to need all the power we can get," the Captain ordered sternly. The Corellian Corvette began to slow ever slow slightly. At the same time, the shields began to steadily regain power.

"Shields are coming back online sir."

"Excellent. Turn the ship 90 degrees to port side and begin firing upon the Carrack Cruiser Phenomenon." The Nemhain slowly began creeping it's way to port side. Once the Phenomenon came into firing range, Captain Ozroth gave the order and a flurry of laser fire raced through space and struck the Cruiser and caused the vessel to sway back and forth for a moment.

"I think that got their attention," he said quietly. "Power up the main drive, move at 20% of maximum velocity."

Watching out of the bridge's viewport, Ozroth noticed that the cruiser seemed to be turning around backwards. What are they doing, he thought to himself. Suddenly, the Carrack Cruiser began moving away from them. "Engage that ship," ordered the captain as he pointed to it. Turning to follow it, the members aboard the Vast Empire's Corvette had no idea what was about to come. After following the cruiser for only a few hundred kilometers, the corvette began shaking atrociously. They had effectively been lured into a trap. Cornered on all four sides, the Corvette was doomed.

"Get us out of here!" yelled the captain frantically. The turbolaser fire from the Carrack cruisers were rattling the Vast Empire's vessel apart. The shields soon failed allowing the turbolaser fire to penetrate the hull.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 30, 2008 10:30:47 PM    View the profile of Tomas 
** Bridge of the Carrack-class cruiser Cruelty **

Ensign Laval took a calm step forward as the blue waves of hyperspace faded. Before her, the bright flashes of turbolaser fire were already present as the enemy ships had already begun to engage those of Peacemaker flotilla. Laval had a good sense of the activity now taking place on their friendly ships, as even now her own crew was making their final preparations for the battle ahead. Eyes transfixed on the fleets ahead, Cruelty's commander took a deep breath. Maryna Laval had but recently given command of the Cruelty, having made her way through officer training and war school as well as serving as a junior officer aboard the Eagle. It was a heck of a time to get her feet wet, she had to admit.

“Sir?” executive officer Oron spoke up, sensing hesitation in his commander's actions. Exhaling, Laval scanned the battlefield for their first move.  Chaos encapsulated the scene before her, as Peacemaker's ships maneuvered in a drastic attempt to preserve their survival against the larger opposing force.

“There.” Ensign Laval replied, gesturing through the viewport at a friendly Carrack-cruiser. Bearing down on it were a pair of similarly-configured cruisers.

“Yes, sir.” Oron said, acknowledging the command before turning to the helmsmen. “Engage sublights, full throttle towards the Fringe. Time to even out this fight!”

“Droma, prepare your flight.” Laval spoke into the intercom.

“Acknowledged, sir.” a voice replied from the other side.

“Good hunting, Shadow One.”

** Bridge of the Carrack-class cruiser Fringe **

Lieutenant Kellar cursed as he was informed of the larger Dominion fleet that had just dropped out of hyperspace. He really didn't need the announcement, as before the throughput before him almost three dozen ships now sat just out of weapons range, sticking out against the backdrop of the stars behind them. This can't be good, Kellar thought to himself as those ships they had been originally sent to meet with began to fade in with the rest of the Dominion craft.

“Sir, we're receiving orders ... seems we've gotten a knife in the back. The Atrus is on its way to take care of Drakan. In the meantime, well ... we've got to keep the Suspense in one piece.” Ourselves too, if I can help it, Kellar scoffed as the thought crossed his mind.

“Very well, bring us about.” Kellar ordered, before cringing as the opposing force began to break off and engage. It seemed the Fringe had drawn the attention of two enemy Carrack-cruisers: the Semblance, and Ascendancy according to the sensor data streaming in. “Shields full! Let's hope we can survive to welcome in the cavalry.”

Within minutes, the three ships began to exchange laser fire as soon as they had moved within range. Kellar braced himself as the Fringe absorbed many blasts. Still, the ship shook beneath the strain of its shields...

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 30, 2008 11:32:59 PM    View the profile of Stix 
The mood aboard the Dreadnaught-class Cruiser Dream Crusher was decisively grim. The battle had been raging for some time now, and things were beginning to look grim. Even with the timely arrival of the ISD Immortal the Peacekeeper flotilla was stretched extremely thin. The Atrus and the bulk of the 1st Fleet had just arrived, but it would take time for them to get to the frontlines. Time the Dream Crusher and her crew simply didn’t have.

Lt. Commander Arston Jax knew this. He also knew there was nothing he could do. Jax was the junior commander of all the ships present, and one of the newest commanders in the Vast Empire Navy itself. Nothing he could say or do would get reinforcements to the front any faster. He would just have to make do with what he had: his ship and the men and women that served on it.

It wasn’t much. The Dream Crusher was an older ship, one of the oldest in the fleet. Luckily, it had just recently been refitted in space dock. It now sported fifteen quad turbolasers, five heavy double turbolasers, and twenty-five quad laser cannons for starfighter defense. The ship could carry a squadron of twelve TIE-class fighters, but the hangar bay was empty now. The crew size had been reduced as well; instead of the normal twelve thousand men and women required to operate the ship, only seven thousand now served on board. An overhaul of the ship’s computer systems and its interior layout had made this possible.

Despite all the overhauls, and the ever increasing reliance on computer systems, the crew requirements were still extremely high. Most of the men and women that served on board the Dream Crusher were new recruits right out of basic training. They lacked discipline, experience, and training. They were serving on an old, subpar ship during one of the biggest fleet engagements in Vast Empire history. And to compound matters even further they were serving under a brand new commander who had yet to hold his position for a month. All these factors made the Dream Crusher the weak link in the Vast Empire fleet.

Despite the odds stacked against him and his ship Jax refused to give up. He had not worked his way up from the Starfighter Corps to botch his first command. He was determined, driven, and despite his newness to the job, an excellent ship commander.

Standing on the bridge of the Dream Crusher Jax felt powerful. He commanded a warship, one of the largest and most powerful (and oldest) in the Fleet. Not it was time to utilize the Dreadnaught’s full power.

“Communications, status report on the rest of the Fleet,” he said out loud.

There was a slight pause, then the communications officer spoke out. “The Peacekeeper Flotilla reports a variety of successes against the Carracks. The Eagle is reporting that it is currently engaging one of the Dominion Victory-class Star Destroyers. Overall, things are going extremely well.”

Jax mulled this information over, processing it and storing it for later. “Very good, then. Navigation, what can you tell me?”

Again there was a slight pause while the techs brought up the relevant information. “Nothing in the vicinity, Sir. We seem to be in an isolated pocket of space. Most of the fighting is taking place above us.”

Jax nodded. “Very well then. Lieutenant Pryce, what can you tell me about the enemy formations?”

“Nothing much sir,” the young lieutenant responded. Right now the forward units are engaging. The 1st Fleet is quickly closing in on the Dominion star destroyers, and the Immortal is currently performing a flanking maneuver. Right now there are no immediate threats in our area.”

Jax gave a slight smile. If the Dream Crusher was free of any hostile threats, then it was free to go hunting. To the bridge crew he said, “Helmsman, take us up. Let’s find something to shoot.”

Picking up a small comlink off a nearby table Jax prepared to talk to his ship. He took a deep, calming breath, then opened the frequency. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said, his voice calm and confident even if he wasn’t, “we are preparing to engage Dominion forces. We are now at full battle readiness. All crewmen, man your stations. Batteries, prepare to engage.”

As he spoke a low, dull alarm started. It was the battle stations alert for those who might not have heard (or had slept through) Jax’s little speech. The sound gave Jax the chills. It was the first time he had ever heard it on a ship he commanded. Before it had always excited him; now it made him feel ill. These men and women were his responsibility, and it was his job to make sure none of them got killed.

Jax sat down in the captain’s chair more or less in the middle of the room. The chair was ringed with displays, feeding him various tactical data the instant it was processed by the Dream Crusher’s computers and crews. So far the screens were clear. Jax didn’t expect them to stay that way.

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October 31, 2008 12:53:09 AM    View the profile of Blue-Leader 
The Nemesis' guns flared as it approached the enemy formation. In que with the Nemesis was Dreadnought-Class Heavy Cruiser Leveler and Corellian Corvette (CR-90) Saladin. Blizzard Squadron TIE Fighters flew along the ships slowly, avoiding all blasts that were headed at them. On the bridge of the Nemesis, Commodore Taurus calmy watched the battle with an eerie presence. His advisors stood behind him, along with three Platoon Sergeants and one Sergeant Major (his personal escort). Turning around, he dismissed his guard and began to pace along the bridge, raising a hand, he snapped at a young Lieutenant and he came up to Taurus. "Prepare for a hyperspace jump, inform the crew. Lieutenant Commander Becta, inform Blizzard Squadron, Saladin, and Leveler of this jump. Send us just outside of sensor range, move us around to were we are behind them, and then send us back in. Sandwiching them. I want Aegis Squadron to load into the Nemesis and be ready for a one minute response time."

"Yes sir." The two of them shot looks at each other and moved away to their terminals. "Sir, Leveler's captain is requesting a private communication array with you, sir. Should I patch them through?"

"To Com B." The Commodore said, moving outside the bridge and into the first com room. "What do you want?" Taurus spat, angered by this sudden interruption.

"Sir, what are you planning with taking away half of our fighter escort and then jumping into hyperspace?" Commander Attacher spoek through his bridge com, and into Taurus' ears.

"I am planning that when we enter the battle again, we will be behind them. We will then launch our fighters, and your ships, and mine will charge the enemy formation, firing freely and blindly. Careful not to hit any targets on our side. Good evening, commander." Commodore Taurus went back into the bridge and ended the connection. Both Lieutenant and Lieutenant Commander nodded, their job was done. "Enter hyperspace on my mark. 3... 2... 1, launch." Taurus pointed two of his fingers forward and looked blindly into the hyperspace warp that was forming.

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"Commander, the Nemesis has entered hyperspace with Aegis one through twelve. Blizzard one through twelve is currently on our portside, battle stations are set as well, sir." A young lieutenant of Commander Attacher's bridge crew spoke, the Leveler had weapons at full and was ready for a successful charge.

“Roger that, Lieutenant. Form up the gap left by the Nemesis, I don’t want any enemy to get through. Bring us out of firing range as well,” the Lieutenant turned to peak. “I know, we already are, but more.”

The Lieutenant saluted and began to plot the course of the ship. “Sir, here is a live, text, feed from the Nemesis.” The Lieutenant handed the Commander the sheet, the commander began to look it over carefully.

“Shit,” Commander Attacher said. “Com the Saladin, inform them that he is jumping now. I want battle stations ready. Assume the positions!”  Commander Attacher half screamed the orders as he moved towards his captain’s chair. He was ready for a taste of Drakan blood, oh, too ready.

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“Blizzard One this is the Leveler, inform your squadron that we are preparing for battle in half a minute. Move.” Blizzard one flipped off his com and added to his air pressure. He was hardly getting enough oxygen.

“Blizzard Squadron, tonight, we die, or live, or just suffer. But, right now, we are going to fight some Drakan ass! Some ass that has killed many of our brothers, many of our sisters! Tonight, we will kill!” Blizzard one hit full speed as the Nemesis dropped into the system.

He began to patrol around the Leveler, his squadron followed him in a blunt fashion. “All ships engage, engage!” The Nemesis’ com officer barked through his com and into everyone else’s.

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“Lets roll, Aegis.” Aegis 1, Commander Jahep Cakidius screamed through his com as they all flew off the racks. Fire began to erupt towards an enemy star destroyer, all the ships began to sandwich the star destroyer. The enemy star destroyer turned as the Nemesis engaged it in side-to-side combat.

Aegis 1 began to fly towards the enemy command bridge, letting off a few shots at an enemy turret. The turret exploded into fiery wrath seconds later. “Aegis Squadron, form up around the Saladin! SHIT! GOD FU-“ The Lieutenant Commander was cut short, escape pods hatched from the Saladin as they flew from the berth and into open space. An enemy fighter moved towards one of the escape pods, but it was to late, the escape pod hit the enemy star destroyer and most likely, everyone inside it died.

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As Lieutenant Commander Hareld Huxley flew towards a fiery wreck, he thought of something that wasn’t really irrelevant to the situation. His family. He pulled out his pistol that he always kept in his coat holster, and put it to his head. He pulled the trigger. Everyone in the escape pod screamed as the escape pod hit the enemy star destroyer, all of them dieing… except for the coward, Huxley.

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“Sir, we are going down. Nothing we can do about it.” A young and defeated Lieutenant on the bridge yelled at his commanding officer, the commanding officer looked back and shot back a witty reply.

“We don’t go down without a fight, Lieutenant. Vacuum all unoccupied cabins now, add full g force to everything outside the bridge. Keep the engines running. Send repair droids to the engine rooms, as soon as possible!”

“Yes sir, C-3P9, send repair droids to the engine room, now!”

“Eh… yes, yes sir.” The C-3P0 droid spoke to herself as she began to order the droids around through a wireless comlink. The Lieutenant Commander and the young Lieutenant turned to the view screen as their chances of survival began to slim. The rest of the bridge had left or either been killed, sad, sad moments for the VEN.
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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 31, 2008 1:22:08 AM    View the profile of Sovern 
Captain Zamtrev allowed his crew to enjoy a moment of celebration and victory before he set them to work. Pressing the intercom he began giving orders, “I want a damage report from all sections in ten minuets.” The bridge crew shifted positions and traded orders, the damage control teams as well as the the men and women that maned the different sections of the ship began tallying the damage that the ship suffered from the two battles the ship was in. Captain Zamtrev himself sat down in the captains chair and took the time to collect his thoughts.  Soon enough the damage reports started rolling in.

On deck one port side the damage control chief collected the reports from his subordinates. Reading the report he repeated it over the one MC back to captain Zamtrev. “Sir this is Chief McCormic deck one port side damage control  teams damage report. We have minor structural damage running along the length of the deck. There have been several breaches in the ships outer hull and were venting atmosphere in the aft section where we were hit during our first battle. I have my crews working on sealing up the ship as we speech Chief McCormic out. Captain Zamtrev Acknowledged Chief McCormics report and awaited the nect one.

On deck four starboard side the news wasn't as it was for deck one. A bulk head had cough fire during one of the fire fights and the damage control team was working hard to subdue. The fire was working its way down  the the corridor to the fuel storage compartment. Rupturin a tibanna gas line the fire roared up and sifted color from blazing orange and red to a blue color. Finally the damage control team started gaining the upper hand pushing the fire away from  the fuel storage compartment. From there they confined it to a small compartment and smothered it out. After the fire fight the Chief of that damage control team gave his report over the intercom. “Deck four starboard side had a fire but is now taken care of venting smoke Sir.” Captain Zamtrev again acknowledged the report and waited on the next damage report.

The next report came from deck four port side the had worked on keeping the fire from spreading to their side while also sealing off the hull breaches that ran the length of the port side of the ship. Deck three both port and aft reported structural damage and a minor malfunction of the inertial dampers but both damage control teams were working on the problems. The rest of the decks  had a slew of their own problems from electrical damage to leaking coolant and fires to loss of gravity which despite the situation was slightly comical when it came back on line and real bear of an officer  landed on his face.
The entire damage control team he was in charge of had a resounding laugh when he landed tried to get up stumbled and burnt his hand on a stray welding rod. Finally getting up he gave a quick and angry look to his team and set back to work to cover his embarrassment.

After some time passed  and each deck gave a satisfactory Captain Zamtrev got the ship back under way. Activating the intercom Captain Zamtrev ordered “All current damage control teams are now relived of duty to be replaced by fresh teams. Ready weapons and shields set speed to full military thrust.” The ships teams replied one at a time “Aye sir!” and the Raven was again on the move.

The comm's office looked up to Captain Zamtrev and spoke “Sir the Nemhain is sending out a distress call”  Looking the direction of the Corvette Nemhain Captain Zamtev asked “Can you put it on speaker for me?” “Yes sir” was the reply. The speaker buzzed a moment  and than a slightly garbled messege came across. “Bzzz thi.. the Nemhain request back up Carra..cruiser and bombers........over whelming us” The sound of a large explosion echoed over the speakers than screaming and the captain and of other bridge officers of the Nemhain could be heard over the the fires and secondary explosions. “The shields are down we can't take many more hits!!” “Sir we lost all flight controls and losing all thrust” “All hands to escape pods all hands to escape pods all hands abandon ship!” More explosions could be heard over the channels till it cut out and there was nothing but static and Captain Zamtrev ordered “Shut it off.” The speaker clicked off and the crew looked out side to see what was happening.

The scene was a grim scene the dominions tie bombers were swarming all around the the Nemhain green orbs of the proton bombs burst against the hull of the Corillian corvette rocking it in every direction of three denominational space. The scene continued as the the Carrack cruiser closed its distance intensifying its fire on the Nemhain. The shields flickered and a bit and vanished all together as the blasts kept pounding the corvette chunks of armor and hull began flying off it at an increasingly rapid rate, soon after debris began flying off the corvette atmosphere began venting from various hull breaches. The ship began to tear open and the ships crew could be seen being sucked in to the vacuum of space. The tie bombers began to pull away from the Nemhain as an internal rocked it followed by a second one. The corvette began to pitch and yaw in an uncharacteristic manner as the venting atmosphere and internal explosions contorted the ship. The Carrack cruiser began pulling away next firing multiple shots of blaster fire in to the Nemhains hull as its own internal explosions increased culminating in to a massive ship dissolving explosion, the shock wave rocked multiple ships insluding the Raven.

After a moment of shock Captain Zamtrev ordered “Were going to look for escape pods when that cruiser departs ready for mass causalities. Set course for the remains of the Nemhain.” As the Carrack cruiser departed the scene the Raven entered and began actively scanning for escape pods and any automated distress signals.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
October 31, 2008 5:57:43 AM    View the profile of Ibram Tyrol 
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Sergeant Wilson quick timed it down the corridor towards the central elevator. Speed was crucial in these early stages of the operation, especially when the enemy was probably still trying to figure out what had just happened. This kind of warfare was rarely used due to the logistical nightmare it often proved out to be, and because the guys over at Tactical were generally a bunch of wusses. However, since the decline of the Empire, splinter factions no longer enjoyed the luxury of a vast and expendable armada to draw upon, and so now the more creative minds tended to prevail.

“Any news on the other platoons?” He asked his communications expert.

“Charlie is one floor below us, currently in a fire fight with the levels guard station. Centaur and Delta squadrons have secured level 7. Tango Squadron over shot and are currently quick timing it over to the spire from somewhere aft of us.”

Wilson did some quick thinking, only needing to glance at the schematics once.

“Tell Charlie to mop up those guards, and then join the others on Level 7, that'll be the choke point. Have C & D lock down that level, and start controlling traffic. We're going to go straight up the spire and complete the objectives there.”

“Yes sir!”

Wilson could see 1st squad up ahead. It looked all but two of them where hiding on the corner, with the two of the troopers out in the open, pretending to be some of the guards. (Wilson once overheard a conversation about storm troopers who fought each other, and one of the comments was “They all look the same to me”.)

“What's the situation?” He asked Corporal Alonso as he sidled up quietly to where his squad leader was.

“Jones and Gibson are pretending to be guards watching the corridors, they register 5 troopers guarding the elevator.”

Wilson noticed that Jones was wearing his external camera.

“Is Jones live?”

“Yes sir.”

“Let me see.”

His view went fuzzy for a minute as Apu super imposed the camera's feed over his helmet's eye sockets.

“Jones, look down the corridor.”

Wilson watched as the view panned, and just like Alonso said, there were 5 troopers standing around the door. He switched off the feed.

“This is going to be easy. Every, follow me. On my mark open fire on anyone in front of us. Until then, keep it casual.”

He got up, and started jogging round the corner as the rest of his platoon followed him. Alonso's two men stayed where they were to maintain the allusion, and the 5 troopers by the elevator looked over the Wilson as he came jogging up the corridor.

Unfortunately, someone in that group must have been too smart for their own good, because all 5 troopers suddenly stood at arm,s and someone shouted “stop!”

Frak, Wilson thought. He opened the platoon channel.

“Now!”

The troopers never knew what hit them. In what was a perfect display of formation drilling, the enemy guards suddenly found themselves facing two smart lines of stormtroopers, and they barely had time to register their surprise before they were mercilessly cut down by volleys of fire.

Wilson walked calmly over the charred corpses to the elevator.

“Let's move it!”

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Emperor's Wrath

“Bring us about .2 degrees, prepare for the final wave.”

“Shuttles all ready sir.”

“We've taken critical hits to the launch bays and the rear starboard side. Shields at 40% and dropping.”

Faus was getting nervous. They still had one more wave to do before they would rest easy, but already the ship was getting battered.

“What's the situation with enemy fighters?”

“Raven Squadron is doing their best to keep us free of bugs, but their outnumbered. Some squadrons from the rest of the fleet are assisting them, but it's all getting a bit hectic out there.”

“Launch the shuttles early, but tell them to keep us in between them and the Ghost. Have our squadrons protect them from enemy fighters.”

“Aye sir.”

It was a risky move, but Faus didn't think he had a choice. There was too great a danger that the hanger would be damaged or destroyed, especially when they began the final phase. If the reinforcements couldn't make it into the hanger, then the chances of the operation succeeding would  be cut by more then half.

“Shuttles launched sir, so far so good.”

“Good, bring us about, begin the final run. Are the cluster bombs ready?”
“Yes sir!”

“Right, let's do it. Make sure the shuttles keep up.”

Faus watched on the tactical screen as the Emperors Wrath slowly came about and accelerated once again towards the Palpatine's Ghost. Faus felt the ship vibrate as the Ghost fired volley after volley at the ship, perhaps thinking that Faus was going to ram them.

He smiled to himself.

No my friend, what I have in store for you is much worse.

“We've reached optimum speed for the cluster bombs sir.”

“Good, begin the sequence.”

As the Wrath dived below the bigger vessel, missile shoots along the upper hull spine opened up. Then, as the Dreadnaught passed by the hanger, three spherical canisters launched from the tubes. Following a pre-set program, first one, then two 5 seconds later, and the last one 5 seconds after that, ignited their small on-board engines and headed towards the hangar.

Deck Chief Tyrol, of no relation to Ibram Tyrol of Viper Squadron, found himself mildly surprised to see a canister floating in from outside. He was even more surprised when, a few seconds later, he realised he had just been killed by a cluster bomb.

“Three perfect hits sir,” Faus' tactical officer informed him.

“Good, tell the last wave to make their move. Make sure Porter has them covered.

“Aye aye sir.”

“Pull the Wrath back towards the Suspense, and then swing us back around. I want damage assessments, and a list of objectives we can still take out by the time we get there.”

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Sergeant Wilson was busy organising a lockdown when he heard, and felt, a series of explosions that seemed to come from far below him. He quickly moved on and began clearing out rooms when, about ten minutes later, another alarm rang out, but this one was ship wide.

“Attention, this is the captain speaking. We have been boarded. Repeat, we have been boarded. All personnel to condition Tango.”

Wilson glanced at his own chronometer. The Mission counter read +25 minutes. He turned to his adjutant.

“Took their sweet time with that one, didn't they?”

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 1, 2008 1:47:36 AM    View the profile of Sovern 
The search and recovery mission that the Corrillian corvette Raven was under taking was going as well as could be expected. With all the debris and the fact that the crew didn't have much time to get to the escape pods the chances were slim to nil to find any survivors but the Raven still looked. Captain Zamtrev ordered “Bring her in to the debris field one quarter full. Com's station monitor all standard distress frequencies for any survivors. Take her in easy Mr. Cidman.” The Raven eased its self in to the  debris field bits of metal being pushed aside by its deflector shields. The com's traffic fully drowned out any chance to read a com's signal.

As the Raven passed through the debris field the crew looked out of the closest ports and windows looking and straining their eyes to catch any kind of glimpse of their comrades in arms. Not wanting their search to be in vain the crew continued to watch for signs a signal, thruster flash but eventualy it was a futile effort. After an hour of searching Captain Zamtrev shook his head activated the intercom and spoke. “Crew of the Raven this is Captain Zamtrev and I have some bad news it looks as if our comrades from the Corrillian corvette Nemhain went down with their ship. That being said I am now calling off the search and rescue mission. Our friends will be remembered with honor and glory but we must live to remember them and our best chance of doing that is by winning this battle. All hands back to battle stations ready weapons and shields.” The ship than bustled with activity as the crew prepared for the next engagement.

The Raven exited the debris field and took an account of what was happening with their battle group. After assessing the situation the captain started giving out orders. “Mr. Cidman set course for the dreadnought Dementor full military thrust.” As the Raven began to get underway to the a brief flash crossed the LIDAR/RADAR screens. The com's officer cocked hr head and and watched her screen a bit more closely before announcing her concern to Captain Zamtrev “Captain Sir I think we have a contact captain sir.” She was fresh out of  the academy and was still used to saying “captain” and “sir” before and after sentence to he captain. Captain Zamtrev stepped over to her console and looked over her shoulder once again the LIDAR/RADAR flashed and it confirmed it TIE's and from the formations and speed it looked like TIE Bombers. “Give them an identify friend or foe challenge and then we'll know if their friendly or not.” The crewman at the com's station did as she was ordered and sent the challenge and no response came from the squadron of bombers. Activating the intercom once again Captain Zamtrev spoke “All gunners to your station disarm computer control go manual the targeting computers are being thrown off by the planets gravity.” Clicking off the intercom he than gave orders to his bridge crew “Mr. Cidman give me all she's got, Crewman smith you keep a track of those bombers don't let them overwhelm us.” Both the crewman and officer in unison responded with a resounding “Yes Sir!” and the chase was on.

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November 1, 2008 3:11:21 AM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Jolinar stepped off the shuttle and onto the dreadnaught Serenity.  She was fresh out of flight school, at which she had excelled.  She couldn’t help a certain smugness at having passed her finals with perfect scores.  She had been assigned to Kaph squadron, and someone somewhere in the pecking order had decided that she was to be sent to the Serenity until she was contacted by one of her teammates.  She had no orders about what to do in the meantime.

Wandering the passageways, Jolinar familiarized herself with the general layout of the ship before making her way to her cabin.  She generally ignored the crew, but was polite enough to return greetings.  Most of the crew were humans, though she was far from being the only non-human on board.  That didn’t prevent most of the crewmembers she saw from staring at her openly, however.  Mostly the stares were curious, as they would be with any newcomer on the ship.  A few were hostile, but whether that hostility was due to a feeling of jealousy or due to the fact that she wasn’t human was impossible to tell.  A few other stares were of open desire.

Bored with her explorations, Jolinar made her way to her cabin.  It was designed for two people, but it was clearly uninhabited at the moment.  The cabin was small enough that a second person in the room would make things more cramped and crowded than Jolinar liked.  She devoutly hoped she wouldn’t get a roommate…she valued her privacy.  Jolinar chose the bed farthest from the door and unpacked, which took up less than an hour.  She checked her chrono and made her way to the nearest mess hall.  She settled herself into a corner table, making it clear she didn’t want to be bothered.  She ate quickly and went back to her cabin.  Much to Jolinar’s disappointment, the refresher was only equipped with sonic scrubbers rather than water showers.  The fact that sonics were more practical for ships didn’t make her feel any better.  Dressed in her sleep pants and sleep shirt, she turned down the lights and set the alarm on her chrono.  She double checked her comlink to make sure it was on and turned up loud enough to wake her.  She settled into her bed with her back to the wall and minutes later, she was asleep.

Jolinar woke with a full minute to spare before her alarm went off.  She turned off the alarm and went to the refresher, washed her hands and face, and cleaned her teeth.  She considered taking a weapon, but she had been told very clearly and with no room for any sort of misunderstanding that she was not to carry a weapon around on or off duty until she’d been cleared by the ship’s captain.  She pulled on the appropriate uniform and tucked her ID, the data card with her orders to report to Serenity, and her comlink into various pockets and headed off to report for duty.



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November 1, 2008 4:03:31 PM    View the profile of Ferran 
“Open fire!”

The command came like a spark. It first jumped to the Gunnery Officer on deck, who immediately relayed it down to the port gunnery commander. He listened to the orders greedily, smiling to himself. He’d been waiting for this. Before the officer on the bridge had even finished speaking, the commander had flipped the switch. In less than a second, a green ‘all clear’ light flickered on in over a dozen gun emplacements dotting the Eagle’s hull.  The gunners saw it and let out the breaths they hadn’t known they’d been holding. Their guns, presighted what seemed like hours before, opened up with all the fury the Imperial military could design.

Outside, the Tarkin’s Fist withered under the broadside unleashed by its larger cousin. At such short range, every shot hit their mark, and their shields flashed and sparked brilliant blue. Undaunted, the ship below returned the favor, opening up with its own broadside that washed along the Eagle’s shield.

All the while, TIEs darted between the two craft, flitting around in intricate dances of death. They were the gnats, the carrion-hunters waiting for one of the larger ships to blister and rip apart before they rushed in for the kill. For now they were contented with fighting amongst themselves.

“Where’s my second volley?” Captain Streener yelled, making himself heard above the general clamour on the Eagle’s bridge. Even as he finished speaking, the guns below opened up, green energy exploding into space and then exploding again when they reached the Fists’s shields.

“We’re doing the best we can!” the Gunnery Officer exclaimed, not looking up from his screen. The green glow of the machine made his face look sickly and gaunt.

“Your best isn’t fast enough!” Streener yelled, walking over. “Reroute gunners from the starboard side. That’ll speed them up.”

“We already have, and we’ve activated the reserve gunners. We’re running full shifts, rarely cycling the men. This is as much as they can do. And, might I add, if we continue like this the gunner crews are going to burn themselves out.”

“If they don’t continue like this, they’ll end up being burnt to a crisp...and dead. So I suggest you tell them to fire faster.”

The gunnery commander shook his head, but relayed the order anyway. Streener nodded to himself in a satisfied sort of way and backed away, letting the officer fume silently in his seat. Outside, the Fist took another volley, it’s shield blistering. For a second, they flashed out completely, leaving the ship exposed. Two turbolaser shots made it through, gouging two huge chunks out of the hull, before the shields could be brought back up. The bridge let out a cheer, and Streener smiled. This was going much better than he’d thought it would.

“What’re Fist’s shields at?” he asked to no one in particular.

“Twenty-five percent and failing, sir,” one of the officers replied. “They’re breaking away!” Another cheer went up as the Fist peeled off to starboard, fleeing the encounter. They fired as they went, as if somehow their shots would keep the Eagle at a distance. Streener wasn’t finished with them just yet, though.

“Make to pursue, full speed ahead,” Streener commanded. “Let’s end this, here and now.”

“Aye sir,” Streener’s helmsman shouted. The triumph in his voice was obvious. They had a capital ship in their grasp, up against the proverbial wall. This was the crowning achievement of every ship officer, to take down another ship in personal combat. As much as Streener disliked his position, he had to admit, it had its moments.

The Victory, smaller and more nimble, was already powering away. It widened the gap between the two ships to seven thousand meters and counting as it fled. Slow and lumbering, like a beast waking from slumber, the Imperial Star Destroyer turned and followed after it.  Its fore gunners were already plugging away, taking pot shots at the prey up ahead.

“I have the Immortal on the line, sir. Captain Vick wishes to know if you require his assistance further.” The Communications Officer looked toward Streener expectantly, waiting for a response.

“Tell them to hold back in the line. We’re capable of handling this.” They would do more good back there, on the line. No need to get involved in such a personal matter.

The Eagle closed the distance rapidly. Its engines were far larger and stronger than the Victory-Class Star Destroyer’s, and Streener had had them modified to boost their effectiveness even further. Once again, the gun emplacements dotting the sides of its hull opened fire, ripping apart the near-dead shields of the smaller craft. This was endgame.

“Disable the engines and prepare the landing parties. We’re going to—” Whatever Streener said next was entirely drowned by the most ear-splitting explosion the captain had heard in his time with the Eagle. The auto-darkening windows reacted to the flash by going nearly opaque. There was a moment’s pause, and then it happened again, shaking the entire room. The bridge descended into chaos.

“My ears! My...my ears! I can’t hear anything!” a junior officer screeched, running across the bridge.

“Are we dead? Are we dead yet?” Another was asking quite plainly. He sat down, eyes glazed, repeating the phrase over and over.

“—the hell happened!? What the hell happened!? What the hell just happened?” someone else was shouting. After a few seconds, Streener realized it was himself, and clamped his mouth shut.

He began to walk through the press of people, shoving men back to their stations, trying to get the bridge back into some semblance of order. He found his aide amongst the men, sitting down against a wall and quietly tuning the noise out. His eyes were closed, and he had a faint smile on his face. Streener pulled the man up roughly to his feet, jolting him out of his reverie.

“I need to know what just happened, right now. Make it happen.” And then he shoved the man off, without waiting for a response.

Steeener’s First Officer was next to him suddenly. Mr. “Mini-Vick” Sern looked distraught, very unlike him. With cropped brown hair and a extremely serious, rigid demeanor, he was the spitting image of the Captain he garnered his nickname from. And, just like the captain, Sern wasn’t one to lose his cool in battle. Or, anywhere, really. Things must’ve really gone to hell.

“The...the shields sir. A bomber went right through it. Right through it. It’s just...gone,” he mumbled. “Exploded, big explosion. The bombers entire load must’ve gone off.” Streener went pale in the face. This was what every commander feared.

“But the other pylon, the second one – it’s okay, isn’t it? It’s okay?”

“They hit it too. They took advantage of the gap in the shields and got it. They’re gone. Both of them.”

Streener shook his head.

“That’s...no, that’s not possible. They don’t have any bombers left. The Fist doesn’t have any bombers,” he said without really believing. He knew what the presence of bombers meant.

“It’s not the Fist, sir. It’s the Akira. She made a micro-jump.” Streener closed his eyes, and nodded his head a bit. He wasn’t surprised. Angry, certainly, maybe a bit scared, but definitely not surprised. He never should’ve given the order to pursue the Tarkin’s Fist. He’d bitten off more than he could chew. Around him, the bridge had fallen silent. They’d all seen the scanners, all heard the First Officer’s words. They looked toward their commander, waiting for some piece of wisdom or knowledge, some order or command that could get them out of the mess that he’d placed them in.

And he had, indeed, placed them all in this. The fault lied with him. He skipped past self-pity and curses and called over to his Communications Officer.

“We need the Immortal, now,” he said. The man swiveled in his chair, glad to be doing something. Everyone else was still looking toward their commander, though. Streener took a deep breath. This was a bad situation. It would be very hard to make it right.

“Turn and prepare to engage. Gunnery Officer, make your men ready. We’re going to take them head-on, and we’ll need every shot we can get. Tactical, call in the fighters, tell them to harrass the Fist. That should buy us some time, at least.” The flow of orders sent the bridge into a frenzy, though a more dignified and quiet one than before. They were working for their ship, their careers, and their lives now. The thought could’ve sobered a bottle of wine.

“First Officer,” Streener said lightly. “Prepare the troop ships and the men. Make sure that they have no worries going into this.”

“So you plan to continue with the boarding action? Against the Fist?” Sern asked doubtfully.

“No, the Akira, and I wouldn’t prepare the soldiers if I weren’t going through with this. I want you to lead it. If we can capture the Akira...well, that’ll be something. We need this. Now go, get ready.” Sern nodded, and turned toward the door.

“Sern!” Streener called at the man as he left. He turned back around. “It’s be nice serving with you.”

Sern nodded in return. “You too, Captain.” And then he was gone. Streener turned back toward the battle at hand, knowing that that might’ve been the last time he’d ever see his capable First Officer again.

The Tarkin had turned, rallied by the presence of a sister ship. Its shields, while still faltering, were slowly powering up again. With renewed confidence, it soared toward its would-be predator, guns firing. The few shots that managed to hit the Eagle darkened the hull and fractured the first layer of hull plating. Atmosphere vented from auxiliary tunnels underneath the surface-plating, escaping out into space. They would have to ignore it for now, though. They had larger matters to deal with.

Slowly, shedding debris and plating fragments, the Eagle turned to face it’s new adversary. The Akira had jumped in close, much closer than the Fist was. It swooped in, maneuveuring itself into get a favorable broadside position to capture its prey. The Dominon command no doubt took the Eagle’s silent guns as a sign that they’d been crippled. Well, it was time for Streener to prove them wrong. 

“Fire pattern delta. Tell all the turbolasers to aim for that superstructure. I want all the torpedo bays manned and aiming for those gun emplacements. Let’s clip this bird’s wings before it has a chance to fly.” The gun emplacements below began to turn, strafing the command spire of the Victory star destroyer with overlapping lines of fire. Thirty seconds later, the port side launchers opened up and unleashed their deadly payloads. The silvery streaks of missiles could barely be discerned against the stars and turbolaser blasts. At least, to human eyes. The sensors on the Akira noticed them, and opened up. Some of them were blown apart, other sent veering wildly off course. But they didn’t catch them all. Streener nodded satisfactorily as two of the enemy turbolaser batteries exploded.

Amidst all this, the gunboats launched. They were bulbous, unwieldy things. ‘Flying slugs’, Sern liked to call them. The front of them was heavily armored, able to take a glancing hit from a turbolaser without being obliterated. The ships would brave the deadly crossfire of the capital ship combat and, supposing they were still alive, latch onto the enemy ship to begin cutting their way in. Some managed to even land in the hangars, thus shortening the time required to deploy troops into the ship. Either way, it was a risky operation. While cutting into the ship, the pods were vulnerable to fighters, and in the hangar...well, the hangar garrisons weren’t known for their gentleness.

There was a certain Commodore Faus in the fleet regularly boasted of his ‘improved’ method of boarding. He’d altered his gun boats to make them more ‘projectile like’. Instead of latching onto ships, the burrowed into them, unloading troops nearer to the center, and taking away the risk of being picked off by fighters on the hull. Supposedly they were being combat-tested in this battle. If Streener survived, he mused, and the tests looked acceptable, he might pick up a few.

Sern was down amongst the craft. Probably in the first one; he’d always liked to go first. They never shot the first craft, he’d always insisted. They were too busy wetting their pants at the sight of twenty plus gunboats heading their way. Streener sighed. He’d miss his First Officer. The craft landed on the ship and began the messy process, Sern at their fore, leading the Eagle’s men into enemy territory.

The sight captivated the bridges attention for a moment, but only just. Then their attention was diverted to something more pressing outside.

“Uh, sir...” It was the Tactical Officer. He pointed out the viewport, but everyone was already looking that way. All eyes were on the Tarkin’s Fist hovering just outside. The barrels of its turbolasers were pointing directly at the spire.

“The Fist broke through our screen,” the Officer managed to say weakly.

“I can see that,” Streener muttered, still staring outside. There was a flash of green from the batteries, all of them firing simultaneously.

“Get down!” someone yelled, but it was nothing like in time.

The blasts hit and the world exploded into a million little pieces.




Dominion Commodore Ghent took the proffered glass of liquor from his aide’s hands and then dismissed him. The glass was cool to the touch, but the drink burnt his throat the entire way down. Just how he liked it. Outside, the Eagle sat dull and lifeless. The broadside from the Tarkin’s guns had ripped the command spire wide open, and cut power to it. Every window was dark, making the ship seem more derelict than crippled. It was hard to imagine thousands of people still struggling to save the ship down there, milling about futilely in its corridors.

The rest of the ship had fared no better. A second broadside from the Tarkin had shorn open the protective plating on the much of the ship, exposing the rooms underneath to the elements. Or rather, the lack of elements. White billowy gas flew out through a thousand tiny punctures, along with debris and people. The ship was, for all intents and purposes, in the throes of death. Or so Ghent presumed.

With a sputter, the lights on the lower half of the structure came on. The auxiliary power. Ah, so there was life, Ghent thought. Well, not for long.

“Sir, the boarding parties are ready. They just await your word.” The Eagle would make a fine prize. Maybe, after a nice long time in port, Ghent could commandeer it. Wouldn’t that be something, running an entire Star Destroyer? It was down there, waiting for him. And all he had to do was say the word. One little, insignificant word. He opened his mouth.

“Sir! Their...their engines are powering back up!” Ghent closed his mouth and frowned. What was this? He’d left someone alive to power up the engines? Engines weren’t normally one of the utilities powered by auxiliary power. They used up too much energy, energy that could be used for life support and lighting. Someone was definitely still alive down there. 

“I guess we’ll just have to soften them up a bit more before we capture them. Prepare for another broadside. And this time, make sure no one survives.”



His nose was bleeding, and a red stain had already spread across the front of his jacket. His wrist was probably broken, too. It hurt to touch, and he kept it curled up next to his chest. He probably had some other broken bones, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was going to live long enough to get them treated.

Smoke filled the room, clogging the air and making it hard to see and breathe. Two consoles were on fire, parts melting and popping as severed wires sparked around them. The floor of the Eagle’s bridge was buckled and warped. The volley had punched holes two levels down from the bridge proper, but the shockwaves had all but destroyed the deck. He had to climb up a large hump of metal to get over to the console sections, to where he’d been standing there when they’d been hit. He had been catapulted to the very back of the room by the blast, or so he thought. He’d woken up in the back of the room nonetheless.

The Communications Officer was dead. A section of the decking had lodged itself in the back of his neck, nearly shearing his head off. At least he’d gone quickly. Probably not felt anything. In the darkness, the man groped his way past the Communications console over to the helmsman.

The helmsman was alive. Barely. He looked up groggily, his face bloody. His console was dented from where he’d smashed his face into it.  He was missing two teeth, one eye was nearly swollen shut.  With his one good eye, he stared listlessly at the man as he approached, out of the smoke and darkness. He nodded slowly at first but then more rapidly and energetically as the man divulged his plans. By the time the man left, the helmsman was working quickly, with renewed energy. He was dying, but hell, if he was going to die, he was going to die with a purpose.

The man made his way back to the communications console, and keyed the ship comm.

“Every man on this ship is henceforth ordered to evacuate, via the escape pods. All personnel, essential or not, are required to abort. This is a direct order.” Hoping that would suffice, the man sunk down to the floor, content. He smiled, knowing that he wasn’t far from death. But then again, war sucked. These things happened all the time. Still smiling, Captain Streener slipped into an unconsciousness from which he would never wake.




“Sir, it’s turning!”

Well of course it was turning! A blind man could see that! The Eagle pivoted, shedding parts of itself as it turned.  Deck plating and debris spun out into space, ripping off the larger ship. If this was some desperate, last-ditch attempt at escape, it wasn’t going to last very long. The ship would rip itself apart long before they got back to the battle-line.

“Prapare to fire,” Ghent ordered reluctantly. “And tell the Akira to block the Eagle’s exits.” The ship was tearing itself apart! Some foolhardy commander was tearing Ghent’s ship apart in pointless attempt at escape! And now he would have to fire on it, further destroying the ship. It would be spending years in dock, not months, to recover from this. Ghent gritted his teeth.

“Tactical! What’s their trajectory?” The Tactical Officer frowned, and clicked his console a few times. “Tactical Officer!” Ghent roared.

“They’re...coming right at us!” Ghent grunted in disbelief and ran over to the console. After a second, his face went white and he looked up. The bow of the Eagle was pointing straight at the Fist’s bridge.

“No,” Ghent whispered. “No, no, NO!”

The Eagle plowed through the port side of the Victory star-destroyer, and continued on through, all the way through the bridge, crushing and fusing the two ships together, and crtically damaging the Victory star-destroyers reactor. A new star winked into life and the two ships ceased to exist.




“The Eagle! Sir! Sir! The...the Eagle! It’s down! The Eagle is down!”

Levinn had seen it. Oh Emperor, Levinn had seen the whole thing. Streener...

Halfway to the Eagle’s aide, it had gone up, along with the Tarkin’s Fist. They were gone, just...gone. Entirely and completely. It was surreal. Levinn’s stomach felt sour, and his head was light. These kind of things just didn’t happen. No, they couldn’t happen. Not to Streener.

The Akira was turning away from the blast, heading towards the Immortal, painfully reminding Levinn that there was still a battle raging. Summoning his will, the Captain of the Immortal blinked back tears and began shouting new orders. His voice did not waver in the slightest. Mourning for Streener would come later; right now, he had to be avenged.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 1, 2008 4:19:34 PM    View the profile of Tomas 
** Bridge of the Carrack-cruiser Cruelty **

“Pick it up people!” Ensign Laval ordered over the intercom. Directly ahead, Laval watched as the Fringe exchanged fire with the opposing ships. She was not a patient person, far from it in fact and especially when their people were in danger. “We have to get there, now!”

“Skipper, we've got a message coming through ... it's from the Fringe, sir.”

“Patch it through.”

“... the ... Fringe ... Our ... are failing. I repeat, this is Officer ... of the -”

“That's it? Communications, what happened? Bring it back online, damnit!” Laval hollered again, they'd barely arrived and already things were spiraling out of control.

“There's nothing to bring back, sir.” Oron spoke calmly from her right. He had served with Laval previously, and she had specifically chosen him as her executive officer for that reason. Where Laval was edgy and impatient, Pahl Oron was serene; as calm and collected as they come. The two officers balanced each other out nearly perfectly. His calm demeanor had a tendency to cancel out her short fuse, and now was another such occasion. “One of the enemy blasts must have knocked out their communications array.”

“All the more reason to get there is it not?” Laval replied, calming down ... somewhat.

“Yes, sir.” Explosion averted, Oron thought to himself with a sense of a job well done.  He always felt like he'd accomplished some sort of victory when he managed to talk his superior officer out of one of her tirades. Oron could only imagine what would transpire if he weren't there.

** Bridge of the Carrack-cruiser Fringe **

“This is Officer Linpell of the Carrack-cruiser Fringe. Our shields are failing. I repeat, this is Officer Linpell of the Carrack-cruiser Fringe. Our shields are failing, this is the Fringe requesting assistance from any crafts in the vicinity.”

“It's no use Linpell, we've lost our communications array.” Lieutenant Kellar informed the frantic communications officer. “Engineering, can you get that back up?”

“We'll try, sir,” an engineer replied over the intercom. Alarms could be heard in the background as well as several crewman yelling back and forth. The cruiser shook again as it took another direct hit from the Dominion Carracks.

“Evasive maneuvers! We're not going to last long if we keep letting them land hits like that one! Engineering, damage report?” Kellar spoke quickly, aware that at this point every second was going to matter.

“We're going to have to belay that repair order, sir. We've lost shields as well as secondary weapons.”

“Copy that, engineering. Get us back up and running as soon as you can.” Kellar cursed under his breath. He briefly wondered how long they could last if they didn't get help soon.
“Sir, a flight bombers at three o'clock!”

“Ours or theirs, Crewman?”

“Um, theirs sir.” The tech confirmed with a quick check of the censors. Kellar could hear the disheartened tone appear in the crewman's voice. Morale throughout the ship was dropping fast, and had just managed to hit a new low.

“Damn it! Focus gunners! Take those buggers out!” Through the viewport, Kellar could see the trajectory of their own weapons changing as they attempted to take out the TIEs coming in on their  bombing run. Within moments two of the four bombers exploded in balls of fire, though the other two still remained bearing down with unrelenting will. “Wiley bastards”, Kellar muttered as he watched several blasts miss their targets. Another laser made contact just as the bombers entered weapons range. “Take out that last one!”

“It's no good, sir ... it's gotten within the blast zone.”

“Brace for impact,” Kellar announced, gritting his teeth.

** Bridge of the Carrack-cruiser Cruelty **

“Sir, sensors indicate the Fringe has lost its shields.”

“Are we in weapons range yet, Crewman?” Laval replied, irritated at the events that were transpiring.

“Sir, bombers are moving in for an attack run on the Fringe,” XO Oron informed his superior officer. He had overheard one of the communication officers pick it up on the sensors, just as he had seen the same officer glance nervously at Laval. Oron had intercepted the officer and taken the news to Laval himself, willing to bear the brunt of her fury. But this time there was no such outburst.

“Droma, lights are green ... You have a go. Good hunting.” Laval ordered as she firmly gripped a console, staring straight ahead and wondering how much longer it would take to come to the Fringe's rescue. The Cruelty had been outfitted with a flight of TIE Interceptors when it had been assigned to a series of  reconnaissance missions, and had remained with that setup ever since. It wasn't much, but the TIEs could get to the Fringe faster than they could, and Laval wasn't willing to spare another moment she didn't have to.

** Cockpit of Shadow One **

“Alright Shadows, tighten up. Time to blow some eyeballs out of the sky.” Droma said in an attempt to encourage his fellow pilots. Droma smirked confidently as he watched the first two bombers before they were even in range.

“Sir, we're going to have to pick it up if we're going to make it in time.”

“I'm aware Shadow Three, now cut the chatter.” Droma replied with a  grimace. Green pilots seemed to be assigned everywhere these days, which apparently included his tight knit flight whenever one of his pilots was given leave time.

A third TIE bomber ignited in sparks, and Droma watched as one of its wings split apart from the rest of the craft and spiraled out into the open space. Now only one remained as it entered into range for the Interceptors to take a crack. It was going to be tight as already the Fringe had ceased fire on the bomber.

“Guns away, Shadows!” Droma hollered. In unison, the four interceptors opened fire. The pilot wasn't sure which of his guys had made the killing hit, but the TIE's cockpit split apart and now hurtled harmlessly past the hurting Carrack.

** Bridge of the Carrack-cruiser Frige **

Bracing for impact, Lieutenant Kellar blinked in disbelief as the final bomber was ripped to shreds.

“Crewman, report. Was that us?”

“No sir, I have no idea what that was.” The answer came a few seconds later though as Shadow flight passed by the viewport. At that moment, Kellar wished their communications were online, so he could thank them and whoever it was who'd sent them in the nick of time.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 1:42:48 AM    View the profile of Sovern 
The Raven slowly built to full speed as the bombers closed in on the corvette, as soon as the Tie bombers got in to range they started pounding the ships hull with photon bomb rounds. On board the Raven terminals sparked and equipment caught fire. The damage control teams struggled to keep the ship form being destroyed from the inside out while the gunners opened a barrage of green and red blaster fire from their double turbo lasers. Captain Zamtrev braced him self as another photon bomb struck a blow against the shields. “Are the Tie bombers rated for atmospheric insertion?” Captain Zamtrev asked clambering back on to his feet. “No sir not highly rated at any rate!” one of the bridge crew said over another explosion. Grunting the captain ordered “Well take us down it might be the only chance.”  “Aye sir!” Replied Mr. Cidman

The next thing that was seen from the out side was the  Raven breaking hard its reverse thrusters firing, the aft end of the ship raising in relation to the planet Roku Tan, and it diving in to its atmosphere followed closely by the hornet like Tie Bombers. “Increase power to our ventral shields  level her out” Ordered Captain Zamtrev as the heat from the atmospheric friction began to melt the fringes of the  Ravens hull. “Sir we got another problem!” announced the com's officer. “Whats that crewman?!” Asked the captain “The Carrack cruiser that destroyed the Nemhain is back and hunting us, we're trapped” replied the crewman. Captain Zamtrev finished the crewman's thought “Between a rock  and a hard place.”

The Carrack cruiser began to light up the sky of Roku Tan with its own blaster fire as it plunged in to the planets outer atmosphere after the smaller corvette Raven. The bridge crews tactical officer announced in a slightly panicked voice “Sir were losing shield power on or dorsal shields.” As the Raven continued to get pelted by photon bombs and blaster fire its hull began to heat up even more and just when things couldn't get any worse the com's officer spoke up. “Sir” Captain Zamtrev's mind groaned wondering what could make things even worse. “What is it crewman” The crewman announced “It's the Dreadnought Serenity she's sending in her squadron of fighters to assist us sir!” A bit of relief crossed the old tacticians face as he thought to himself “Thank god” Out loud he began to work towards getting the Raven out of its predicament.

“Pull the Rave out of the atmosphere before we can't, keep us moving change our speed and heading every ten seconds.” The Ravens identify friend or foe chimed with the signal of Serenity's squadron the Scimitars. Captain Zamtrev sent a quick message to the Serenity's captain “When we get out of this I owe you a drink” he than took charge of the squadron as the Raven punched out of the atmosphere. “Scimitar squadron flight one vanguard formation give us a flying wedge against those incoming bombers, flight two and three engage at our flanks.” The flight leaders in rapid succession replied “Roger Scimitar one, two  than three”

Going back to the bridge crew Captain Zamtrev ordered “Mr. Cidman get us out of range of that Carrack cruiser as soon as you can.” The Raven was soon rolling and pulling in a hard banking turn to the  starboard side accelerating out of the outer atmosphere of Roku Tan with Scimitar squadron taking the lead. The corvette continued its turn towards the  Carrack cruiser as it continued to accelerate looking as if it was attempting to ram it. Proximity alarms on both ships began to close as the Raven and the cruiser exchanged blaster fire. In a marvelous blue flash  the shields of the respective ships “scraped” each other as the Rave came with in meters of colliding with the Carrack cruiser.

As the Raven was beginning to  make its escape Scimitar squadron engaged the Tie bombers. Over the com's traffic Scimitar flights two and three announced “Scimitar flight two going weapons free engaging enemy, Scimitar flight three going weapons free engaging enemy.” The two flight broke formation and began a dog fight with the flights of bombers, soon enough Scimitar flight one joined flights two and three in the fray soon routing the enemy forces Tie bombers.

As the Tie bombers were being pushed farther and farther away from the Raven it continued to make its escape. In an attempt to slow the Raven down the Carrack cruiser shifted its fire power output to its dorsal guns and opened fire punching holed in the corvettes ventral shields and than its hull. The Raven egan venting atmosphere to the vacuum of space. Things were still looking bleak for the corvette but it continued to pull away from the much larger and imposing Carrack cruiser that was struggling to pull around and pursue it.

After much effort and time the Carrack cruiser got its self turned around and was accelerating to catch up with its quarry.  Captain Zamtrev ordered “All reserve power to the aft shields!” as the cruiser was catching up. The Raven and the cruiser once again began to exchange blaster fire in a beautiful display of red and green. The cruisers superior blaster began to ware down the Ravens shields soon the shields winked out and the next volley of blaster fire from the Carrack cruiser trounced the Ravens engines.  Thinking quickly as the ships engines died Captain Zamtrev ordered “Kill the power plant, all shields exterior lights and every source of energy we have “ The Raven went dead from the out side and its inertia allowed it to drift the Carrack cruiser fired a few more shots in to the now fully exposed hull of the corvette but seeing as it just vented atmosphere and all sources of energy had died the cruiser passed over them with little fuss.

“What just happened?” MR. Cidman whispered Captain Zamtrev whispered back “Why are you whispering?” Speaking a bit more clearly Mr. Cidman replied “Just seamed like the thing to do, what just happened? I thought we  were going to blow up.” After a bit of tension reliving chuckling Captain Zamtrev explained “We are playing possum, by that I mean were pretending to play dead so we don't actually die.” The crewman at the com's station spoke up “Thats a good idea sir.” The captain just felt lucky that his ship was still in one piece.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 2:28:16 AM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Zoe Reynolds, captain of the dreadnaught Serenity, sighed in frustration.  She studied the data card in front of her and checked it against the ship logs for the third time, with the same results as before.  She turned and faced the twi’lek woman in front of her.  The twi’lek looked back at her with a blank face.  Zoe wasn’t fooled by the air of indolence the twi’lek was putting out.  The way she stood and the way her eyes took in everything around her told Zoe that she was a trained fighter and wasn’t as careless as she appeared.

“I hate to tell you this, but you’ve been sent to the wrong place.  Your squadron isn’t here.  I have no record of you in my logs.  You’re going to have to…”

“Captain, it looks like the Raven is about to come under attack.  The Dementor is too far away to provide assistance.“  The interruption came from River, one of her intel officers.  Zoe ran over to look at the display screen in front of River and then looked through the forward viewport.

“Gorramit!  Mal, com the hangar and get those star fighters prepped and deployed.  River, keep me updated with those readouts.  Meredith, run checks on the computer systems and make sure everything is operating at peak efficiency and notify me of any problems immediately.  Vala and Selmak, get this ship to the Raven.  Kaylee, sound the alert and get my gunners to their stations.  Serra, get the Raven up on the com and let them know we’re on our way to assist and the fighters will be deployed shortly.  Jolinar, get back to your cabin and stay there.  We‘ll get you sorted out later.  There‘s no time now.”  The twi’lek nodded and left the bridge at a run.

“Captain, do you really think it’ll get that bad?”  Meredith looked up from her station with fear in her eyes.

“There’s no telling out here.  I’m not taking any chances I don’t have to.  Doing anything else is a good way to get yourself killed.”

Zoe watched the battle between Scimitar squadron and the hostile TIE bombers through the forward viewport as well as on the display screens.  The battle took longer than she’d hoped but not as long as she’d feared it would.  The hostile bombers were successfully chased off.  However, the Raven was still under attack from the larger ship.  Without warning, all power readings from the ship went blank.  As far as anyone could tell, the ship was dead.

“Scimitars, attack that cruiser.  Gunners, as soon as we’re within range, aim for the hyper drives and the sublight engines.  Once it’s lost engine control we can take it out at our leisure if it doesn’t get destroyed in the crash to the surface first”  Zoe yelled over the intercom.  Zoe watched in stoic silence as her squadron harried the Carrack, keeping it distracted while the Serenity came up alongside it from behind.  The dreadnaught was able to get close enough to open fire before the cruiser had any chance of targeting her.

With the carrack’s guns focused on Serenity, the fighters were able to get close enough to fire on the engines.  The cruiser’s sublight engines were taken out before the hyper drive.  With no way to control the ship, the nose began to angle towards the planet’s atmosphere.  Serenity’s weapons turrets punched through the shields of the carrack and into the hull.  Bodies and atmosphere were jettisoned into space.  The bodies sank into the atmosphere of the planet and would be burned up by the friction.  The heat produced by that same friction against the hull of the carrack caused the metal to begin glowing, melting, and essentially dissolving.  By the time the cruiser had breached the atmosphere of the planet below, it had broken into several pieces.  There were no escape pods released as far as her crew could tell, but just to be on the safe side, Zoe ordered first flight to pursue the cruiser at a safe distance and to turn any large pieces of wreckage into slag.  Flights two and three were called back to the hangar.

Damage reports came in, and though there were new scorch marks on several of her fighters. Zoe was relieved to see that the damage was purely superficial and wouldn’t affect the readiness of her squadron.

“Meredith, you look like you’re about to throw up.  Get down to sickbay.”

“Well of course I’m about to throw up!  That was kriffing insane!  What if that move hadn’t gone has planned?  We’d all be space dust right now.”  Meredith’s voice rose in pitch as it often did when she was scared.  Zoe merely looked at her, and she shut up and left the bridge.

“Serra, try to raise the Raven on the com.  We need to know if there are any survivors and if so how many there are.”  The communications officer nodded and went to work.  Zoe seated herself as comfortably as she could in her command chair and waited for results.




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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 2:48:16 PM    View the profile of Mellainius 
"Fire Cloud entering battle." rang from the lips of Commodore Max Darchus.

"You're late, damn you!" Milo A'sataan yelled across his COM.

The large amount of engineers aboard the Fire Cloud bridge punched the keys in their small cubicles, targeting the Dauntless.

"Yeah, well, we're getting ready to attack the Dauntless. Standby." Darchus stated, grabbing a cigar from a small compartment located on the right arm of his rotating chair. He was an obese man with a large, red beard full of wiry curls. Whilst in the bridge, he wore a large red coat over his uniform. Many assumed it was for show or for luck. Either way, it never really helped anyone do anything. Smoke emitted from his mouth.

"All members of Pillager Squadron report to hangar! All members of Pillager Squadron report to hangar, now!" Darchus screamed into the loudspeaker. His commands seemed more like childish screaming, and they filled airy tantrums into the bridge every time he didn't get his way.

"Good-God-of-everything-gone-to-hell damn it!" was the usual string of jargon he yelled when an incompetent officer or engineer did not do as he asked.

"Listen up, all of you! That Carrack Cruiser up there is called the Dauntless according to our more punctual allies. It would be an idiotic attempt to attack it directly due to the tractor beams, so stay close to Fire Cloud and you'll be fine."

Ensign Madvedev Bromsky, an advisor to Darchus who got his position by being Max's brother-in-law, asked, "Wouldn't they be sitting ducks out there, Commodore?"

Max Darchus nodded. "On second thought," Darchus stated in the loudspeaker system, the pilots turning back away from their vehicles, "go ahead and attack the back of the ship. The Fire Cloud will help you out." Darchus didn't know how that was going to happen, but luckily his subordinates were exponentially smarter than him.

"Computer, bring up a schematic of what we're dealing with." Darchus growled.

"Yes sir." A womanly voice stated.

"According to this schematic, the Ionization Reactor is protected by a thin layer of metal. All engineers aim there!"

The lasers went off as Pillager Squadron went in for the kill.

Fire Cloud's shields activated and every cannon they had aimed for the reactor. Of course, it did no good as the shields to the Dauntless were still activated.

"Run down those shields, then!" Darchus yelled as his advisor informed him of the most obvious flaw in his plan.

Various methods were used to take down the Dauntless, which concentrated fire on the Fire Cloud's shields. More energy became concentrated on the right side.

Eventually, the shields were taken down, and Darchus sprung from his seat. "Hah! Take that you scum." He quickly plopped back into his chair, and his weight bent the bolts on the bottom of it a bit more.

After making punching gestures of excitement, Darchus grabbed Madvedev by the neck and gently grabbed him in as the sea did to a beached whale. "Send Pillager Squadron down now."

"All members of Pillager Squadron report in, and man the ships."

"Pill 1, reporting in."

"Pill 2, reporting in."

The rest of the squadron reported in and went to destroy the ionization reactor.

After a few minutes of flying around the Dauntless like mosquitos would do to a dog, the reactor was breached by Pillager Squadron, and a large explosion ensued.

"Good-God-of-everything-gone-to-hell damn it!"

The Dauntless did not go down. Instead, its shields returned to a workable energy level.

"That damn thing! It absorbed power. Bah!" Darchus whined, his blubber-like gut wiggling away. "You there," Darchus pointed to a random engineer like a servant, "get me another cigar!"

"But Sir, I'm supervising our shield levels!"

"All right," Darchus pointed to another engineer at random, "you get me another cigar."

The engineer ran quickly to a footlocker located at the back of the main bridge area. He trudged back to the front with the entire footlocker.

"Here you are, Sir." panted the engineer.

"Good God, son!" Darchus chuckled with rosy cheeks. "I asked for a cigar, not the entire footlocker." He grabbed a cigar from the footlocker. "Go do me a favor and put it back where I had it. It's in a lucky spot, you know." He nodded with a wink and a greasy, almost Hutt-like arms extending from the large chair and to the shoulder of the engineer.

A total of five minutes had been wasted for one of the major turrets located on the Fire Cloud due to an emergence cigar run.

"I want all of you to aim at that reactor! We're going to overload the system." Darchus commanded.

"But Sir, what about the shields?"

"Don't worry. Just get rid of them again, and when they do run out, I want everything we have to concentrate on that reactor."

This time, the plan succeeded, and the Dauntless exploded in a myriad of crumb-like remnants.

"Good-God-of-everything-gone-to-hell damn it!"

"What now, Sir?" Madvedev asked.

"I forgot to pack a lunch. It's time to eat. Go head down to my private kitchen and make me a sammich!"

I can't handle another day with this fat, idiotic, excuse for an officer that needs to grow up! Medvedev thought. Perhaps a re-assignment is in order. In the kitchen, he took notice of the colourless poison used to torture rebel captives.


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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 5:10:47 PM    View the profile of Gshlecc 
The Dominance heeled hard a larboard and pointed her nose once again at the incoming foe.  The Dominion ISD Defiance bore little resemblance to her name.  The Dominance had unleashed a withering broadside that had nearly buckled her shields.  The Carracks Legionnaire and Thanatos had finished the job with a combined strike on her shield generators.

“Mr. A’sataan, I remind you to shoot to cripple.  I want trophies and the High Council wants ships.”

  Milo acknowledged the reminder/order and opened a comm to Hell Raiser and Arc Angel squadrons, “As you finish off their fighters, concentrate your fire on their command and control centers.”

  Elletra listened to A’sataan’s orders and quietly purred to herself.  This battle was going well. Her wing was taking these so-called Imperials apart.  Her ears perked up as she heard Milo savaging the commander of the Carrack Fire Cloud.  She’d remember to call that commander on the carpet if he survived the battle.  For now she was content to let him fight his way out of humiliation.

  She turned once again to the large plaz-steel windows before her.  Her heads-up display showed the disposition of her portion of the fray.  The Nemesis and Triton were shredding the foe.  Her underlings were acquitting themselves well, limited losses.  She thought she might have a rising star on board the Callisto, but the latest report showed him a casualty.

  Such are the follies of war, Now, to the matter at hand

  The Dominance had plowed its way into contact with the shield less DefianceDominance’s shields were taking a pounding, however her engineering crew was one of the best in the Vast Empire, and they were holding.

  “Mr. A’sataan, I see a functional Star Destroyer before me, shall we do something about that?”

  “Ma’am, Yes Ma’am!” countered the XO enthusiastically.

  The starboard batteries of the Dominance opened up on the unprotected craft.  Tongues of energy licked the hull and swept away chunks of it like so much ice cream on a hot Tatooine day. 

  “Pour it on Mr. A’sataan; she still wants to put up a fight.”

  “Aye Captain,” came his reply.

  The ISD slowed to allow the gunners to have more time on target.  The Defiance continued to absorb blow after blow.  Fires were sprouting from various parts of her structure. 

  Milo shouted up to his CO, “Angel 1 reports all hostile fighters gone, making a run on the bridge.”

  This should all end soon, very soon

She highlighted the views of the enemy bridge as the TIE/in moved in.  Strafing fire tore across the bridge observation windows.  They were made to withstand fire, but not this much fire.  After the fifth Angel opened up on it the bridge of the Defiance went up like fireworks on Palpatine’s Birthday.

  Elletra commed the main launch bay, “Captain Steers are your Marines ready?”

  “Ready and willing Ma’am,” crackled the reply.

  “Very well, launch boarding parties, try and find whatever senior command staff remains alive, and deliver them to me.  Make sure that ship is secured and out of the fight.”

“Yes Ma’am”

  Elletra turned to her Executive Officer, “Mr. A’sataan this target bores me, give me some fresh meat.”

  She grinned a sharp-toothed feline grin and strode confidently back to her perch and her hunt.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 6:35:45 PM    View the profile of Blue-Leader 
The Nemesis turned on all fours in a sense. The bridge shields began to ware down as more and more laser fire headed towards the shield generators. Commodore “Claw” Taurus looked around his bridge crew one more time before he gave a vital order. He looked straight forward one more time, three TIE Fighters, accompanied by two Aegis TIE Interceptors, laser fire came from both the fighters. When the fighters passed, the TIE’s beloved screeching sound came, and everyone on the bridge turned to Commodore Taurus for orders again.

“Turn port to 123 degrees port, concentrate all power to the forward batteries, kill all power on un-needed levels. Go, go, go!” Commodore Taurus moved over to a older Lieutenant Commander’s view screen as he typed in commands rapidly. “Lieutenant Commander, communicate with all remaining ships in a reasonable distance and tell them to form a defencive circle around the Nemesis, use the power that we siphoned from the un-needed decks and put it into our shield generators.”

“Copy,” the Lieutenant Commander said in a stern voice. “Siphoning power… now.” The Lieutenant Commander flipped a switch on the side of his view screen. “Replacing power into the shield generators. Shield generators are at 120 percent and counting, your orders have been followed sir.”

“All decks brace!” One of the pilots, a Warrant Officer spoke into his wireless headset. “Turning 123 degrees port,” the Warrant Officer bit his lip as he pulled the Nemesis (with about 5 other Warrant Officers, Ensigns, Lieutenants, and a lone Petty Officer). “Ship turned.”

“Sir, forward batteries are standing by, they are aiming towards an enemy fighter formation heading towards us, should I give them the order?” The same Lieutenant Commander that had siphoned the power looked up at the Commodore. Commodore Taurus gave him a thumbs up and moved into the middle of the bridge and spoke.

“Inform Aegis and Blizzard Squadron that we will be taking care of their mess. Tell them to keep our shield generators clean. I don’t want anything to get through, lets roll.” Commodore Taurus turned back and looked out into the battle again. The fighters began to fly straight towards the Nemesis.

“Forward batteries, this is the bridge, you have permission to fire at will, I repeat you have permission to fire at will.” The fighters flew straight towards the Nemesis, suddenly, they all began to fly in different directions. They realized that they had made a huge mistake.

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“This is the Tyranny, Reign, do you come in?” Sergeant Major Bis Johnson spoke into his head com as the Lamba-class shuttle left the Dominance’s hangar. He held his assault rifle (that shot metal projectiles) to his shoulder, the three squads that were also in the Tyranny held the same weapons and looks, serious and ready to cook some Drakan ass.

“Loud and clear, Reign, eta is-” laser fire shook both ships as they began to move towards the battered enemy. “Twenty seconds.”

“Copy that, thanks Reign.” Sergeant Major Johnson turned around to his troops, and began to speak. “Troops, we are going to be heading through the ship, kill everyone that you believe not of value. Use stun on the ones you believe of value.” Responses of nods and salutes came at him, he turned around as the Tyranny connected with an escape pod hatch. One of the pilots came over to the side of the ship and nodded as he opened the hatch, the inside of the ship was battered, and all of the troops ran off inside of it.

Sergeant Major Johnson ran inside the ship, bodies were on the ground, obviously from shots that were outside the ship, they were just collateral damage. He aimed his Assault Rifle up as he ran over to the turbolift, putting his hand out to make it stop. The turbolift stopped and he entered it; two squads were scrunched inside the turbolift. It beeped as far as it could go, some level under the bridge, about 19 to be exact. All of them raised their weapons as it opened, they all went out, a few took knees and leaned onto the ground.

“Lets move…” Platoon Sergeant Platner spoke to his squad, Yem Squad, they all ran off into another direction, most likely for the stairs.

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Standing on the bridge of the Nemesis, still alive, Commodore Taurus looked around at his men again, none of them were shaking, or thinking of mutiny. “Take all power out of forward batteries and push it to our sides. Inform the squadrons; Aegis and Blizzard that it is their time to shine. Tell them to fly around our ship and unleash hell, literally.”

“Yes sir.” About three of those were shot around the bridge at Commodore Taurus, the Commodore looked around again, he was proud of his men. “Sir, all of our batteries are ready.”

“Sir, Aegis and Blizzard are coming in on both sides, they are going to meet at the forward batteries. Should I still keep our ship on high alert?”

“Yes, I don’t want anything to get through…”

-- -- --


“Gunnery Sergeant, we are all clear.” Sergeant Major Johnson spoke into his com from a far up point near the enemy stairs. He raised his assault rifle as an unsuspecting enemy stormtrooper walked down the stairs. He fired once, the stormtrooper hit the wall with his head, breaking his neck after he fell down the stairs. “Lets move!” He began to run up the stairs, he had already cleared two levels. Three casualties on his side, he was not happy. He ran up the stairs, bursting into the level’s door, two Sergeants behind him. They all let a rain of fire go over the level, the hallway was now littered with four bodies. One stormtrooper, the rest of the were mere technicians.

“Sergeant Major, this is the bridge. How far are you into the enemy ship? We need an eta so we can keep on providing fire support to your way out.”
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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 7:34:04 PM    View the profile of Mellainius 
Medvedev returned to the Fire Cloud's bridge, lunch being pushed in on a cart. Darchus preferred a rather grotesque lunch, a large, swine-like boar stuffed with various vegetables and spices. Two small hens flanked the boar, and the entire meal sizzled.

Max gave a smile, consisting of teeth long enough to be mouths of their own. "Now I'll have something to enjoy with this battle." He chuckled and rubbed one fat hand against the other. His sausage-like fingers shared his skin's organic oils with each other.

Commodore Darchus did not bother to thank Medvedev, inspect the food, nor give it a whiff. He simply tore the baked hen in half and smothered his face in it. The engineers turned away, and Medvedev gagged.

With his mouth full of hen, he unintelligibly stated, "Awaiting orders from Command."

Milo A'sataan's voice came through with an answer. "Steel Hammer, another Carrack, is closest to you. Attack that. Oh, and don't procrastinate ever again."

"Bah," Darchus grabbed a COM unit from Medvedev, "All units utilize the same strategy with the Steel Hammer."

If it worked for the Dauntless, why not the Steel Hammer?

Medvedev smiled a bit. He was certain that Darchus would give him his position if something ever happened. The gelatinous entity didn't have any friends nor family, except Medvedev's sister. He called her "the poor dear." After all, she was expected to produce Max's children for God's sake.

Darchus began coughing halfway into the boar and right after finishing off the second hen, leaving nothing but a few bones. Medvedev lit up. Now was his chance to take over. Unfortunately, Darchus merely coughed up a bone he had eaten by accident.

"Woops."

Medvedev frowned. The poison hadn't taken effect yet. An engineer trudged towards the pile of hen parts and boar remains, pushing out the table which was now dripping with grease.

"Ah...As if I couldn't have asked for better: A lunch and a battle at the same time." Darchus grabbed the COM. "Shields are down on the Steel Hammer. Attack it's ion reactor now."

The Carrack vehicle was known for its ability to outrun its opponent. Although significantly smaller than a ship like the Fire Cloud, it had the potential to escape its attacks one way or another.

A few engineers in the bridge staggered away from their computers and ran out of the room.

"What the hell are you doing?" Darchus yelled with confusion and a few bits of boar meat falling out of his mouth.

"The Steel Hammer is headed right towards us! Evacuate now!"

"The hell you will!" Darchus stated, slowly taking time to aim his blaster at the running engineers. It was quite fortunate that the room was large. All five were killed.

"Everyone back to work! Medvedev, what can we do?"

"Evacu-"

"Besides that!"

"Shoot its engines!"

Darchus grabbed his COM. "I want all Pill units to-" he paused and began to cough. "I want all-" a few spatters of a clear, liquidy substance emitted from his mouth, along with a few crumbs of roasted hen meat. "All-"

Medvedev, struck with fear, grabbed the COM. "All Pill units attack the Steel Hammer's engines!"

They fired.

The Carrack stopped a mere half a mile away from the Fire Cloud. Although it had been incapacitated, it kept emitting laserfire.

"Good-God-of-everything-gone-to-hell damn it!"

After his last utterance, Darchus collapsed out of his chair, and a large, vigorous quake sent many engineers tripping over themselves.

Medvedev didn't know whether to assume command or call a medic. He ordered the engineers to resume their positions and keep attacking the Steel Hammer, which outlasted the Dauntless in battle.




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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 2, 2008 10:47:43 PM    View the profile of Sovern 
An imperial star destroyer passed under the corvette Raven which was still playing possum, inside the the the corvette was becoming to get a little warm. The crew was making repairs as best they could under the circumstances. To help maintain the illusions of the Raven being a dead ship Captain Zamtrev ordered the ship to go on emergency life support and only minimal lighting even in the inner sections of the ship. From the out side looking in the Raven looked like a disabled ship and thus was ignored by the enemy fleet.  From time to time there was a signal coming from the Serenity and the crewman manning the com's station asked “Sir should we answer the Serenity's hails?” As much as the captain wanted to he shook his head to the negative “No we better not, if we do we risk alerting the enemy ships that we are still alive before were ready to  run again. Right now were running silent.”  The crewman nodded “Aye sire” and went back to her work. Whiping the sweat from his brow Captain Zamtrev called the young crewman to him “Get two or thee other crewmen and start running message's from compartment to compartment and deck to deck, My first two orders I want you to pass on are. One due to the heat rising I'm authorizing the removal of nonessential uniform pieces not to exceed dressing down to undergarments.  My second order is to use messengers to communicate, it might take longer but I don't want to use any thing that may show up as an energy spike and also it'll deplete our batteries faster.” The crewman nodded said “Yes Sir” gathered a few other crewman and began delivering the orders.

The damage control and repair teams busied them selves in their tasks fixing and mending the components they could sealing of hull breaches and so on. Some time later as things were starting to go well a messenger ran in to the bridge, beads of sweat running down his face and a bit out of breath and reported to the captain “Sir you are requested to the engine room there has been a development.” Wiping the swat from his brow the captain shook the tired from his face and made his way to the engine room at a hurried pace. Upon entering the engine room Captain Zamtrev waved off any salutes and challenges that was protocol and asked “Whats seams to be the problem?” The engineering chief began to explain the problem in short detail “Sir when we kick on the power plants again we are going to be fried by an enormous amount of radiation, I mean a unholy hell of a lot of radiation and about ten seconds after that we'll blow up.” The captain looked at the engineering chief and asked “Could you elaborate on that a bit more for me please?” The engineering chief nodded and said “The last strafing run from the Carrack cruiser cracked open our radiation containment plating on our power plant. We could repair it but it'll cause an energy spike thats why I wanted you here it needs to be done but we need to conceal our selves you see the predicament?” The captain nodded and replied “I see it all right, were pretty deep in side the ship so I am authorizing it just do it in short intervals.” The engineering chief nodded said “Yes Sir” and began setting up the equipment needed to repair the containment unit.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 3, 2008 8:01:22 AM    View the profile of Fulfiller 
The Dementor shook from blow to blow from its up-close attack with the Star Destroyer Intrepid, nailing it with some precise shots in order to trim the larger ship's turbolaser count down a few pegs. Unfortunately, not only as the Intrepid picked up on the plan, but the Phenomenon has finally gotten some room to operate and attack the Dreadnaught, spending half of its cannons on it and half on the TIE squadrons that's still pursuing it in order to save the Star Destroyer's neck.

General Masedi watched from his view screen as the action unfolded ll around, his body standing tall while it did shake with each shot that the ship took. To the crew of this people, he was serving a a symbol of stability and security, knowing that his leadership will guide them through this crisis.

"Shields?"

"We are nearly 15% on both front and back shields. Energy levels indicate that the Star Destroyer is powering up its ion cannons for use."

"We won't let them have that chance. How are the shields on that Carrack cruiser?"

"Worse than ours, sir. They are at close towards no shields and a hull breach near their right side."

"That gives me a thought. Coms, patch me in with the squadron leader of the TIE Interceptors."

"Yes, sir."

The Interceptors were swirling about as they were trying to not only dodge the Phenomenon's turbolasers, but to get a good lock for their missiles, which wasn't easy. Their numbers have been dwindling throughout the battle, but they was enough of them to make a couple of patchwork squadrons that were serviceable for the battle. The leader of the now-called Killthrill Squadron, a pilot by he name of Jowill Baen, was flying point to avoid of couple of turbolaser batteries that were firing near him when the call came through.

"Squadron leader, this is a call from the Dreadnaught Dementor. Prepare to receive message."

"Affirmative."

"This is General Masedi. How are things out there?"

"We've taken some punishment, but we have given some of it back, sir. How's your situation?"

"So far, so good, which is why I called you. The Dementor is going to open fire on the Carrack cruiser's right side and give you guys an opening for a brief missile attack. When you have launched your attack, divert and focus all of your fighters' attacks on the Star Destroyer, especially their upper shield generators. If this works, the battle is ours for the taking."

"Yes, sir. I shall coordinate this plan with our pilots out here."

"Good luck."

"Thank you, sir. Same to you."

With the communication ending, the new plan was clear. The Interceptors and Fighters began to fly away from the Phenomenon to prepare for General Masedi's attack with the Dementor. One squadron flew towards the Intrepid and began their assault on its turbolaser and ion battteries, while Killthrill Squadron waited in a holding position while continuing to dodge enemy fire. At that, the Dementor made a right turn towards the right side of the Carrack cruiser, aiming a couple of its quad turbolasers at a specific spot where the hull breach was going to be. 

"We're in range, sir."

"Fire at will."

The quad turbolasers fired several shot at the Phenomenon's weakened side, ending its shields for good. Killthrill Squadron saw the cue and raced towards the large cruiser with a couple of good missile locks on its side while the Phenomenon diverted its laser cannons at the Dementor. Jowill and a couple of other pilots squeezed the triggers tight, launching their concussion missiles on the destined spot. Two of the projectiles struck their target with force, breaching the hull and letting the other missiles enter inside the ship, sending the Carrack cruiser to its doom. Several fireballs burst from the hull as the Phenomenon spun for a bit before exploding in a large fireball.

General Masedi was all smiles as, for the first time since this battle began, he felt like celebrating with his crew as they were cheering with battle cries and cheers. However, he knew that this wasn't over.

"Alright, everyone. Pull this ship up and begin the assault on the Star Destroyer. I want what quad batteries we have focused on the bridge of that ship to give our fighters out there some support, while our other batteries and missiles will batter the rest of the ship. We're almost home free, but almost isn't good enough for me. Let do this, people!"

Despite its weakened condition, the Dementor rose from its bottom position and was close towards meeting the Intrepid at its own level, beginning its attack with a few turbolaser shots at the middle of the Star Destroyer. The Intrepid was only obliged to respond with its own series of turbolaser shot at the Dreadnaught, ignoring the TIEs slightly as they began their own series of cannon and missile attacks. Some of the fighters were dumb-firing their missile loads as they were getting up close and personal with the Star Destroyer's bridge and upper shield generators. However, despite the majority of the fighter's energy conversion to increase their shield levels, the first squadron was eliminated by the multiple turbolaser cannons that the Intrepid possessed, leaving Killthrill Squadron remaining in the battle.

The Dementor was now side by side with the Star Destroyer, piecing together a sizable strategy as its concussion missiles were being launched at the turbolaser batteries of the Intrepid, weakening not only its weapons count, but its shields as well. General Masedi watched on as the Intrepid finally fire a shot from one of its remaining ion cannons, striking the Dreadnaught with force as some of its systems had shut down.

"Damn it! Shields?"

"At 3%, sir. Another shot from that ion cannon, and we will be sitting ducks."

"Okay. I want our engines at 10% and our weapons energy at 30%, channeling all of that other energy towards building back our shields while we perform a couple of evasive maneuvers. We are not going down like this, do you hear me?"

"Yes, sir!"

The command was carried out as the Dementor narrowly dodged another ion blast from its opponent, lowering itself slightly to avoid being in range of the ion cannon.

General Masedi hoped that this latest plan would work. The last battle has come.



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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 3, 2008 11:05:28 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
Walking slowly from one station to another on the bridge of the disabled corvette Callisto, Acting Chief Warrant Officer Drander Blont examines the work proceeding at each station. Some of them were badly damaged during the attack and subsequent event which brought the Callisto to this location, others were working and showed status reports on various systems which were under repair, or were being used in repair work themselves. ACWO Blont continues to walk slowly accross the bridge as he hears a Crewman conversing with a Petty Officer who is serving as one of the Second Officers for this watch, knowing that they will bring to his attention any information that is of importance to him he crouches down to assist a Leading Technician who was making some repairs to the helm console, supplying them with tools and checking readings on the top of the console for the technician who was halfway inside the console working to get it back up and running at optimum efficiancy.

"Sir, I think you better come look at this." Says the Petty Officer he had heard conversing with the crewman, who still sits at their console, looking in disbelief at the information presented on the console. Moving over to the two members of his crew Blont listens to their report.

"Sir, we recently were able to bring the primary sensors back online, and while completing an initial scan of the area we got some readings that did not seem to be correct."

"How so?"

"Well, we managed to pinpoint our position, we are still in the system Roku Tan, but it appears that somehow we have travelled back in time, and although I cannot pinpoint the exact time, I believe we are currently between 36 and 48 hours before the attempted sneak attack against our forces is going to take place."

"Ok, this is to much for me to make a decision on myself, I'm going to get the captain up here, and we'll let him both examine the situation and decide the best course of action."

"Aye sir"

Turning to the crewmember manning the communications console Blont orders, "Call the Captain to the bridge, Priority."

"Aye sir" Patching through to the intercom the call goes out. "Captain to the bridge, Priority, Captain to the bridge."

Arriving on the bridge, Ensign Tilbu is motioned over the console where his executive officer is standing with the second officer of the watch and a crewman who is manning the sensor console. Approaching them he is filled in by the crewman as to what they have discovered, and what the crewman believes to be the case about the time they are at. Which adds another problem to those which the heavily damaged corvette is already facing, that of what they are going to do in order to avoid being out in the open when the ships begin to arrive insystem within the next 48 hours.

"Crewman, are there any places nearby that we can use to hide our presence until we are able to rejoin the combat?"

"Yes sir, there are 2 options, 1 is an asteroid near the edge of the battlefield, which if we stay on the far side of we should be safe from detection until the Callisto of this time has entered the anomaly. The other option is a dust cloud near the edge of the system, It will be safer than the asteroid in the event that a ship should choose to go around the asteroid during the engagement, because it will clutter the sensors of any starships which attempt to scan that area."

"However, that clutter will also affect our sensors, which will make it harder to know exactly what is taking place during the battle, So we will use the asteroid."

Immediately preparations begin to get the ship underway, because while other repairs can wait, if the corvette is still out in the open when the ships begin to arrive it will destroy the entire timeline. Fortunately they had managed to restore minimal power to the engines, and although they were not able to use most of the engines at the time, they had 2 engines online, which was sufficient to move the corvette behind the asteroid. Once they had taken up position behind the asteroid repairs continued in earnest.

38 hours later...

On the bridge of the Callisto personnel hurried with repairs, casting furtive glances at the sensor officer who would be the first to know when the Callisto involved in the combat disappeared from the system. Aft of the bridge and belowdecks repairs continued in earnest, attempting to get the corvette once again battle ready, if their memories of the combat were any indication, then the Callisto involved in the combat should be disappearing in a matter of moments. Aware of this, the CO of the Callisto begins to request status reports...

“Engineering report”

“Engineering reports ready, engines ready at 85% of normal power, power supply to all other systems is at 90%”

This was surprising, they had expected to get no more than 70% out of the engines, and 75-80% for the rest of the systems, but once again engineering had supplied them with a miracle.

“Gunnery report?”

“Gunnery reports ready, all operating guns on standby, ready to divert power on command.”

So that was it, all the other sections reports had been turned in within the last 20 minutes, so he was confident that the Callisto was ready to reenter the battlefield.

As the battle raged nearby the crew of the Callisto tensely waited the order to move out, they were currently operating under minimum power, holding their position behind the asteroid.

“Sir, the Callisto is taking heavy fire from a Carrack... I think it's... Sir, the Callisto has disappeared, we can now enter the battle without destroying the timeline.”

“Thank you,” Returning to his command station the Callisto's CO began quickly issuing orders. “All hands, battle stations, I want full power to shields, begin diverting power to weapons batteries.”

“Aye sir” Came the chorus of replies.

“The Nemesis is out there in trouble, and I'm sure they could use some support,” Looking around his bridge he is glad to see once more the light of the lust for battle in the eyes of each of his men. “Let's go hunting, I want a micro-jump to put us aft of the Nemesis.”

A chorus of cheers greets his announcement of battle orders and as the ship jumps into hyperspace, she is ready again for the battle.

As the Callisto dropped out of hyperspace 10 kilometers off the Nemesis' stern, she encountered a flight of TIE fighters escorting in some bombers for a run on the Nemesis from behind, however the element of surprise was on the side of the corvette, and she made short work of the bombers and their fighter escort. Following this engagement the Callisto took up station covering the stern of the Nemesis.

“Sir, we are being hailed by the Nemesis' commander, thanking us for the assist, and asking what happened to us.”

“Inform the commander that it's a long story, and that we don't have time to tell it now. Tell him that we are going to re-engage the Akira, and see what we can do to assist the boarding party from the Eagle.”

“Aye Sir.”

As soon as the message was sent the Callisto, still heavily damaged, and with her repairs beginning to fail, moved off to engage the Akira.

"Sir, engineering is reporting that the reactor is going to go if it isn't shut down. Something about the stress of the hyperspace transit."

"Very well,"

As the Callisto approached the Akira, the engineering crew is forced to shut down the reactor, leaving the corvette with only her maneuvering thrusters to get from one place to another. On her bridge the CO makes a final decision which will either end with their deaths, or their chances to be heroes. Ordering his helmsman to use the thrusters to get the corvette positioned as close to the hull of the Akira as possible, he gives the last orders he will give as the commander of the Corvette Callisto.

"Everyone, arm yourselves, and get to the airlocks, bring charges. There are men from the Eagle on board the Akira, and I'm sure they could use our help. I want everyone in fully sealed combat suits."

In engineering the crew quickly sets up the ship to auto destruct once everyone is off of the corvette, with an automated course set away from the Akira in order to avoid any possibility of injury to the men. As the crew jumps down to the hull of the destroyer, no one on board realizes that they have just been boarded by over a hundred soldiers.

Splitting up into 4 units of 30 men, the boarding party prepares to make their way into the hull. Setting their charges against the hull. They await the order to blow the charges and enter the Akira's hull.

"Blow the charges," Comes the order, and immediately following it the crew of the Akira becomes painfully aware of the presence of the 120 men on their hull, as they enter the ship. Moving quickly through the corridors they had entered, they get to a part of the ship that still has breathable air.

After securing their positions, the units take stock of the situation before attempting to move any farther into the Akira.

About 5 minutes later.

Acting Chief Warrant Officer Drander Blont looks around at the 29 other men of his unit, gesturing to Gunnery Sergeant Mikoli Vrat to come speak to him ACWO Blont begins to make plans to move out with his platoon. Speaking to the Gunnery Sergeant ACWO Blont gives him his orders.

“Gunnery Sergeant, I am giving you command of half of this unit, I will command the other half. We will proceed together until we reach the Auxiliary Command Bridge, I will remain there with my half of the force, while you will proceed with your half of the force toward the main bridge, you will link up with the Captain there and will be under his command at that point.”

“Yes Sir”

As the platoon moved out down the corridor, Blont could not help but to wonder how things had come to this, merely three days ago he had been a mere Chief Petty Officer on board a Corvette, now he was the XO of that Corvette, now destroyed, and he had been promoted to Acting Chief Warrant Officer, and was leading a part of a boarding party attempting to take control of a Victory Star Destroyer. His attention was brought back to the present by the sound of yelling and blasterfire farther down the corridor. Moving quickly down the corridor with his men they find Sergeant Major Dular Frang with his 30 men pinned down by a group of enemy soldiers behind a hastily constructed barricade made from supply containers, and whatever else they had been able to pull together. Going over to Frang and conferring with him, the two commanders come to the decision that while Frang and his men hold their positions here and keep the enemy engaged, Blont will take his party and flank the forces which are holding the corridor. Clearing the way for the Frang's force. Moving out quickly, the force goes to take out the target.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 3, 2008 6:55:14 PM    View the profile of Kane 
Tikali’s crew aboard the Triton were lighthearted and joyous after the defeat of the Blade of Truth. Ensigns and crewmen alike were relaying information to their captain, who was plotting his next course of action. The remaining carracks were focusing their attention on him, but even against the Star Destroyer they were only doing minimal damage, and were more like an irritant than a threat.

Tikali scanned the battlefield on his console, watching the skirmishes between the squadrons of fighters, droid and humanoid alike, and plotting his next attack. The carracks were focusing their attentions on him, which was good news and bad news. The good news was that the other destroyers were easily able to take on their counterparts one-on-one, but the bad news was Tikali wasn’t sure how long he could sustain the barrage. But he wasn’t going to give his crew anything to worry about. To them, they were impervious and invincible.

He stood up and pointed to a carrack that appeared to be running on one screw only. It had taken some damage from the barrage of the corvette attack, and the fighters were picking off critical arrays on the hull, such as their communications tower and their shield generators.

Tikali took a look at the pounding the Steel Hammer was taking, and decided that the situation was under control. He turned his attention towards a shiny new carrack, which looked like it was rolled off the assembly line just for his mission. He turned to his crew and flashed that wicked grin as his hands dropped to his Tehk’las.

“Men, I want the Transcendence disabled but as much intact as possible. We took out Blade because it was old and it was a mercy killing. High Council will approve of us bringing this toy home. Target the shield generators, disable the engines, then get within range to bring it close with our tractor beam.”

Aye-ayes rang throughout the bridge as the crew went to work. Tikali spun the blades on his palms effortlessly, letting the razor edges dance within inches of his flesh.

“Ensigns, use our ion cannon to take out the communications array as soon as those shields drop. They’re not going to get a chance to call for help.”

After an affirmative response, the captain of the Triton walked off the bridge, walking down to the hangar bay where the returning fighter squadrons were at. He greeted each pilot as they climbed out of their craft, shaking their hands after sheathing his blades. He inspected some of the ships, noticing that the droids weren’t overly great shots, but some got lucky. Out of the two squadrons he sent out, he only lost three pilots.

He ordered the pilots to their quarters, letting them rest up. The current skirmish shouldn’t concern them any. As they left, his eyes turned back to the hangar bay doors, which were opened to allow a transport ship to touch down.

“Finally, the officers of the Blade of Truth. Let’s see them.”
The doors to the transport opened, and seven uniformed officers were marched out. He grinned at each one, that wicked grin reflecting in their eyes. He ordered each one to a separate holding cell, and he ordered the cells to be modified to reduce the air supply in each. This way, they wouldn’t be able to fight as their bodies became starved for air.

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Aboard the Transcendence, the crew instantly realized that their turn had come. But unlike their counterparts before, they noticed they weren’t being targeted to be destroyed, they were being disabled. Thinking their luck had turned, then angled their deflector shields and unleashed a barrage of missiles back at the Triton.

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Tikali felt the rocking explosions of the missiles against his shields and laughed to himself as he entered the first cell. He wore a small mask, covering his nose only, letting him speak freely and be heard clearly. The officer inside was physically sick, sweating profusely and vomiting into a small pail placed next to him.

The Triton’s commander sat across from the officer and simply observed the scene. A fat, old, disgusting excuse for an imperial officer was across from him, someone who had probably left his honor with his clean uniform, somewhere aboard the warring faction’s capital ship.

The more Tikali looked at this creature, the more disgust he felt. It wasn’t pity or sorrow, but pure malice. How anyone could allow themselves to become what he saw before him was beyond his ability to comprehend.

He spoke into a small communicator, and the engineers in the control room returned the air supply in the room to the proper levels. Tikali shut off his personal supply and took off the mask, then withdrew a single Tehk’la and placed it on the table.

“By your hand or mine, when I return, you will be dead for your part in this attack against us. Your actions had no honor, so maybe your death might.”

He stood and walked out of the cell, leaving the other six to continue to suffer as he returned to the bridge to check on the status of the engagement.

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Captain Ruthburg aboard the Transcendence was in a panic. He knew what was going to happen, and as he radioed for his squadrons of fighters to engage the Triton, he was slowly coming to the realization that his efforts were going to be fruitless.

In the middle of a cry for aid to the other carracks in the formation, a brutal explosion rocked the carrack and sent it listing. The shield generator had just suffered critical failure as the attacks and the increased load combined to accomplish the task.

Instantly a fleet of TIE Bombers were seen erupting from the hangar of a nearby carrack, the Legionnaire. Captain Ruthburg stood there, trembling with fear as the bombers came closer and closer, then began to rain down their payloads on his ship. The status calls from the fighter squadrons were instantly cut off, as were most of the lights as their life support system took a critical blow.

The captain tried to track their movements, but as reports came to him from the engineers overseeing the propulsion systems, it became painfully obvious that his part in this mission was over.

Ruthburg turned to his crew and ordered them to shut down their weapons system and their engines, and for each crew member to gather his or her things and report to the main hangar bay. He was going to surrender his ship, and hopefully his life and the life of his crew would be spared. Even if his life wasn’t, if his crew made it out alive, he’d be at peace.

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The report came to Tikali about the shutdown of the Transcendence’s systems, and with a grin he ordered them to be moved within range and the ship to be towed away from it’s compatriots and into the Vast Empire’s side of things. There, the VEN troopers could board the ship and handle any issues.

The Triton was getting ready to set it’s sights on bigger prey.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 3, 2008 11:45:58 PM    View the profile of Blue-Leader 
Aegis Twelve, Arkan Liam Hulio sat inside the cockpit of a outdated TIE Interceptor. Himself being the new man of the squadron, he had gotten the piece of shit fighter. He had always wondered if it would cost him his life, it seemed so in this battle, his fighter was practically falling apart as he flew across the bow of the Nemesis. Not letting any blasts out in case it would give away his position, he cocked his head down to look at the radar, nothing unusual was on it except a few pieces of debris.

He turned his fighter engines up again, pulling them over and he then flew back over the bow of the Nemesis. He began to move back over the Nemesis again, Aegis was patrolling the Nemesis to make sure that no other enemy fighters could make it through their defencive formation alpha-delta-3. All the fighters were forming around the ship and disappearing at different intervals, they would all pop out at different spots to make sure all the spots would be covered in the same way.

A second later, Aegis Twelve, Senior Crewman Arkan Liam Hulio of Tadath, receiver of the Purple Heart, was hit with a large laser blast. His ship flew off course and he began to re gain control in a heated firefight with the space around him. He turned his fighter around in a arky movement that he couldn’t really control, but his appearance showed it. Because from the outside of the fighter, it looked as if he had perfect control. But in the inside, there was a burning wreck that Arkan Liam Hulio, Senior Crewman of Tadath was trying to put out while still trying to pilot his rickety TIE Fighter.

Two enemy TIE Fighters came up behind him. In the distance Arkan Liam Hulio, Senior Crewman of Tadath, receiver of the Purple Heart could see about four TIE Bombers coming in with a small escort of fighters. Behind those fighters and bombers (of the Twin Ion Engine, in other words TIE Model(s)) was a Carrack Cruiser, marked on Arkan Liam Hulio’s radar, Senior Crewman of Tadath’s radar as the Acclamator. The Carrack-Class Cruiser Acclamator, this would be the end of Arkan Liam Hulio, Senior Crewman and a resident of Tadath (born and raised).

Soon enough the fighters behind him were chasing Arkan Liam HUlio, Senior Crewman and receiver of the Purple Heart, plus a resident of Tadath towards the Carrack Class Cruiser Acclamator. The Nemesis’ forward gunners took notice to the Twin Ion Engine Bombers, they would rip the Nemesis’ apart piece by piece. Laser fire (From the Nemesis’ forward gunners, of course) headed towards Arkan Liam Hulio in a heaped rage. Arkan Liam Hulio, a Senior Crewman and a resident of Tadath turned around. His fighter immediately collided with an enemy fighter that had been tailing him but didn’t have the balls to fire.

Arkan Liam Hulio, resident of Tadath, ranked Senior Crewman, Aegis twelve (3-4), and recipient of the Purple Heart was dead.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 4, 2008 4:32:33 PM    View the profile of Sovern 
As the work on the corvette Raven progressed Captain Zamtrev worked out a start up sequence that would allow the Raven to get moving with out to much fuss from the enemy ships until it was to late for them to do a thing about it. First they needed to power up the plants...slowly so that the enemy ships wouldn't notice if a dreadnought or larger ship were to engage an enemy ship while they powered up that would be better but Captain Zamtrev couldn't risk communicating with friendly ships until they were under way again. Once they were powered up he would divert emergency batteries and auxiliary power to the shields while he routed all the power from the plants to the engines to get the Raven going fast enough, it was going to be a bit of a fight against inertia so she was going to need all the help they could get. Once moving again power could be balanced out to all major systems while repair teams worked on the minor systems.

Mean while down in the engine room the engineering chief and his team was working diligently on sealing up the radiation containment unit around the power plant. The engineering chief's assistant was counting off seconds while the chief welded “One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.” The counting continued until “Twenty eight one thousand, twenty nine one thousand thirty one thousand.” The assistant than rapped the engineering chief on the shoulder and he stopped welding. They than waited for a minute before they started welding again. The process was slow but the work was getting done  with out notice. While the main engineering team welded on the power plant another team worked on a slow start program to sequence the engines subtly and a third worked on routing the various sources of energy to their future destinations as soon as the captain gave the order to do so.

What seamed like an eternity passed as the corvette got hotter and more humid the ports and windows began to fog up and several of the crew was dressed down  to their sweat stained t-shirts. Each crew member worked hard to get all the ships systems operational before they even thought of moving. Finally after so long and so much hard work the Raven was finally ready to get under way.Captain Zamtrev made his way to the engineering compartment and redyed his men verbally. “Okay ready engines and shields at the same time don't delay when I give you my signal. All right lets get started start initializing the power plant.” The engineering crew began to cycle the power plant, it soon kicked over once and began to build up some speed. It kicked over again and enough power started cosing through the ships energy systems to take the systems off of emergency power.  “Now kick the systems over” ordered the captain in a bit of a tired voice. The shields came on to their bare minimum and the engines roared to life. As the Raven started moving more and more power started moving through the conduits and the captains next order was over the intercom to the bridge “Set course to rendezvous wit the rest of our battle group  and somebody kick on the AC!” The Raven began to gain speed and power its air cooled and felt a little fresher, the lights grew brighter and soon after that the ships shields were again running off the main power system, shortly after they had a way of defending them selves the corvette powered up weapons and external communications. By the time the ships major systems were balanced out Captain Zamtrev opened a channel to the Serenity, “Sorry to ignore you Zoe but could risk being found out.” Was the message as the corvette positioned its self for another attack.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 5, 2008 12:36:05 AM    View the profile of Slasher 
As Ensign Torvan Tilbu is again forced to take cover from enemy fire he help hoping that the other three teams are having more success moving in from the destroyers outer decks than his team is. Since initially breaking through into the main decks they had been attacked again and again by the crew of the ship, and although they killed at least three for every person they lost, the crew of the Akira, numbering over 4,000, could afford to lose 40 for every one they killed, as they would still be in control of their ship, and the assault force of 120 would not be able to take over the ship by mere force, which meant that the only way they would be successful would be through being smarter than their enemies. Unfortunately up to this point it appeared that the deciding element would be sheer force, which meant things were not going well at all for his team. Looking around for other options as he and the rest of his team engage the enemy, Tilbu's eye falls upon a side corridor which is easily defensible if he and his men fell back to that point, which would provide them with a place in which they could have some breathing room and regroup in order to attempt to fight their way out, or infiltrate into the rest of the ship from that point. Ordering half his men to hold their positions and keep up the fire against the Akira defenders, Tilbu takes the rest of the men and quickly sets up barricades across the corridor in each direction using the materials from the storage rooms to either side. As soon as the barricades have been built he has the second part of his force withdraw behind the barricades and they prepare to make their final stand at that location.

Although he was not aware of it, reinforcements for Tilbu were closer than he thought, one deck up Ensign Toban is leading his team toward the sound of blasterfire, having found that they had no easy way to get down to their objective (Engineering) from where they landed, the Ensign had decided to go and form up with the group under Tilbu's command until they came to a location that would allow them to access Main Engineering. Moving quickly with his team, he finds a large cargo lift that goes into a supply room below, and utilizing the lift brings his entire force down to the same level as Tilbu's force, and counterattacking into the flank of the attack down the corridor by the force from the Akira. Quickly gaining the upper hand due to the speed a surprise with which they carried out the attack, Tilbu and Toban are soon leading their force further down the maze of corridors, coming ever closer to their destinations.

Although both Frang and Blont had reached their respective objectives without any further incident after their initial engagement with the Akira's personnel, they were now both facing problems which they had known would come up, but which they had nothing they could do about, this problem was simple...


How do you crew a ship designed for a crew of 4000+, with less than 200 men?

Although they had managed to take the auxiliary bridge without any trouble, and they had been able to reach the gunnery command center, and Frang's men were mopping up the last resistance in there by this point. They knew that they had only one option, and sitting down at the communications console, Blont hails the bridge and tells the commanding officer of the Akira, “Let's negotiate”

“Agreed,” comes the response, and as the Akira comes to a halt, Chief Warrant Officer Blont, and Captain Glorvan Liton of the DVSD Akira (Dominion Victory Star Destroyer) begin to talk.

40 minutes later.

Everything on board the Akira stands still for a moment as the Intership Communication System powers up, and they are all informed that the CO of the Akira is about to address both the men of the Callisto and Eagle, as well as the Akira's own crew. Preceded by a little static the feminine voice of Captain Glorvan Liton is piped through. “Men and Women of the Eagle, Akira, and Callisto.” There is a momentary pause to make sure that everyone is listening to the announcement of the CO. “You are all ordered cease fighting each other, and to man your battle stations and prepare for combat. As of this point the Akira is no longer a member of the Imperial Dominion. I have pledged my support to the Vast Empire, and have been accepted with open arms into the VEN. To my crew, you have all had your ranks and commissions provisionally transferred into the Vast Empire Navy, pending confirmation of your ranks by the VEN-HC. This has been transmitted on all channels and all other ships present have heard this.” Another pause and then “I Am Captain (Provisional) Glorvan Liton, And I Approve This Message.”

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 5, 2008 2:14:55 PM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Zoe waited impatiently as her communications officer tried in vain to contact the Raven.  She was about to give the order to break off and re-enter combat when the communications console crackled to life.

“Sorry to ignore you Zoe, but we couldn’t risk being found out.”  The other captain’s voice was full of static, but otherwise clear.  The tall mocha-skinned captain of Serenity breathed an inward sigh of relief.  Good captains who were also good people were hard to come by, and if the stories she’d heard about Zamtrev were accurate, he was one of those.  They couldn’t really afford to lose such people.

“Not a problem.  Are there any emergency supplied or equipment you need us to send over?”  Zoe asked.  “And would you like us to fly cover for you, or do you think you can handle another ship all by your lonesome?”  The last question was asked with more than a hint of amusement, as if Zoe already knew what the answer would be.  Before the other captain could reply, she nodded to her pilots to indicate that she wanted them to start maneuvering into a cover position.

“Captain?  I think I know what happened with that twi’lek earlier.  Base just commed.  Said there was a zabrak female by the name of Semm’Anta Carter that was supposed to be stationed here, but got sent to the twi’lek’s intended squadron instead.”  Meredith asked the captain while they waited for a reply from the Raven.  “Whoever wrote their orders got the two of them mixed up because of the similarities in their names.”

“How soon can we get this fixed?”  Zoe asked.

“All I have to do is relay word back to base and tell the twi’lek to pack and get to the shuttle.  The rest will take care of itself.”  Meredith replied, after a brief consultation with her display screen.  The slightly overweight intelligence specialist looked up nervously, waiting for the captain’s reply.

“Do it.  I know it probably breaks some rule of protocol or what have you to do such a thing in the middle of a conflict.  We need that zabrak here, though.  The current engine mechanic is worthless.  Doesn’t know the difference between a hole in the ground and his…”

The rest of Zoe’s comment was cut off by the return of the fighters she’d sent to ensure the carrack they’d fought earlier wasn’t salvageable.  Zoe also took note of  the enemy ship Phenomenon exploding in a massive ball of burning gas and debris.  The Intrepid was attacking the Dementor, and from the looks of it, the Dementor was coming out the worse for it.

“Stang!”  Zoe slapped the ship’s intercom button.  “Scimitars, redeploy immediately and render assistance to the Dementor!  Gunners, back to your stations!”  Zoe released the button and turned to her bridge crew.  “Vala, Selmak!  Get this ship over to that destroyer now!”  Zoe leaned over her communications officer and hit another button.  “Zamtrev, you’re going to have to wait to get those supplies I offered.  In case you hadn’t noticed, Dementor looks like it’s getting the poodoo beaten out of it by Intrepid.  We’re going to their rescue.  You’re welcome to join us if you want to.”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned to the readouts for Serenity.  The ship was still operating at peak power with full shields. 

“Meredith, is that twi’lek gone?”  Zoe asked.  Meredith answered in the affirmative.  “Will these shields hold if we ram the bridge of a star destroyer?”

“Captain!  That’s insane!  That’s suicide!  You can’t be serious!”  The chorus of protests arose almost immediately, as the crew realized what their captain had planned.  Zoe let them die off on their own, and waited for her answer.

“Whether the shields will hold or not depends on how many hits we take before impact.  The chances of success and failure are about equal.”  One of the crew replied with a sigh.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.  Set a course for the bridge of the Intrepid, maximum sublight speed.  Then…”  Zoe outlined the rest of her plan, which was met with grins from the bridge crew.

“That’s insane enough that it might just work.”  River said with approval.  “You father would be proud.”

Zoe’s father, pirate captain Jack Reynolds, nicknamed Sparrow because of his tendency to use fleets small ships that were fast and highly maneuverable to take down much larger prey.  The ships were of his own design and resembled the small fork-tailed birds her father was named for.  He was renowned for his brilliant insanity.  More often than not, his plans worked simply because they were so insane no rational person would attempt them and none would think they had any chance of succeeding.

Zoe pulled herself from her brief reflections and made a suitable reply.  She reached for the ship intercom again and ordered all loose gear secured and all personnel to strap themselves into the nearest seat and brace for possible impact.  She followed her own orders and strapped herself into her command chair.  The Intrepid grew steadily larger in the forward viewport.

The Intrepid’s guns turned from the Dementor to the Serenity.  The pilots executed evasive maneuvers and they took few hits.  The dreadnaught’s fighters kept the destroyer’s fighters too busy to take any potshots at Serenity.  As the Intrepid’s bridge grew steadily larger, Zoe gripped the handrests on her chair and braced herself for what she knew was coming.

At the last possible second, the dreadnaught executed a sharp portside turn, presenting the starboard guns to the destroyer and opening fire with everything they had.  Even with the inertial dampeners at maximum, the force from the sudden turn pressed Zoe hard into her seat.  Whether they were successful in taking out the bridge or not they couldn’t tell at the moment.  Serenity continued the barrage until they were out of range.  Fire from the Intrepid ceased for the moment, and Serenity took the opportunity to turn herself around and begin another run, this time with her portside turrets.

Some of the gunners on the Intrepid regained enough wits to take some shots at the Serenity, but most of them missed.  Serenity approached the bridge of the Intrepid and opened fire, again with everything they had.  They were rewarded with a small fireball as the bridge was either completely destroyed, or at least disabled enough to allow the scales to tip in the favor of the smaller ships.  Zoe noted bodies floating amidst the debris from the bridge.  From the looks of it, the viewport had been destroyed and at least half of the crew had been killed in the ensuing explosion.  The majority of the structure was still intact and the blast shielding was down, so there was no way to tell for certain just how much damage they had caused.  Before they could get out of range, a lucky shot from the Intrepid’s gunners punched through Serenity’s shields and took out their hyper drive.  They still had their sublight engines though…at least, they had them for the time being.

“Captain, the Intrepid’s starting to take serious notice of us now.  We’ve got some fighters heading our way, and those turrets are targeting us.”  River reported, sounding worried.

“What’s the Dementor’s status?”  Zoe asked.

“They’re holding on for now.  We’ve taken most of the attention from them.”  Meredith replied.

“Good.  Prepare for a run on the destroyer’s engines.  Gunners, fire at will on the star fighters, but target the destroyer’s engines as soon as we’re within range.”  Zoe took several deep breaths and prayed fervently to the Force for success.





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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 5, 2008 11:45:47 PM    View the profile of Sovern 
As the corvette Raven made its way to rendezvous with the rest of the battle group it was being stalked by an old adversary of this battle. The heavily scarred and damaged ship drifted up out of the debris field that was beginning to build over the planet Roku Tan. “Sir the Excelesior is sending her fighters to support and escort us back to the battle group” the crewman at the com's station reported to Captain Zamtrev.  The captain replied “Good we could use the support in our next engagement set course for”... The captain was interrupted by the crewman at the com's station “Sir incoming enemy fighters two squadrons of them! And a squadron of bombers!” There were several thoughts that crossed the captains head and they all accumulated in to two words “Oh crap...” Than his head cleared and he began spouting out orders in rapid succession. “Raipier  squadron engage those bombers! Their slower and less maneuverable than you are take them down quick than concentrate on those fighters” was the captains first orders, his second set of orders were to his crew members. “Engineering bolster our shields, gunner crews man your battle stations, Mr. Cidman im giving you the helm if your up to it!” Mr. Cidman stretched his arms, downed a tall glass of jawa juice and nodded “Yes sir lets do this I slept during damage control” he ended his statement with a wise ass grin.

As people scrambled to their battle stations Captain Zamtrev asked to him self “Where the hell did those Tie fighters come from?” He would find out soon enough as the craft that was nearly destroyed by the Ravens maneuvering was creeping up behind her as its remaining Tie fighters and Tie bombers were detracting her crew. Scimitar squadron were engaged in a three on one dog fight and holding their own against them. The com's traffic was nearly a gibberish of team work missile contacts and firing warnings and victory calls during the free for all. When the enemy fighters finally closed in to the Ravens guns opened up adding to the fray “Watch for friendly fire Rapier squadron!” Captain Zamtrev warned as aside from their identify friend or foe transmitter there was no real way of knowing who was who in the dog fight. “Roger that sir” Replied the squadron commander of Scimitar squadron.

All of a sudden on a frequency that the Raven would recognize came a voice a gravely, voice full of injury and anger with a Slavic accent “You will pay for what you have done Corvette Raven captain” it was a brooding and ominous message from the imperial star destroyer Cavalier. “Sir behind us!” yelled  the crewman manning the com's station. Just than ramming through a derelict Carrack cruiser fires still raging on the bridge section and multiple sections of the main part of the imperial star destroyer. Breaches  dotted the entire hull of the nearly disabled Cavalier as well as massive radiation leeks emanated from her engineering compartments and power plants. Even hurt the Imperial star destroyer was a formidable beast especially with a captain as determined and enraged as this one. A volley of high powered blaster fire roared from the Cavaliers hull causing even more overloads and fires to spring up from the damaged ship. The volley of blaster fire was considerably accurate all things considered and hit the Raven with enough force to puncture the shields and slam in to her hull. Fire roared on the bridge of the Raven as panels exploded. Wiping the blood from his head Captain Zamtrev yelled at the Cavalier “Stop putting holes in my ship!” Another volley of blaster fire pierced the shields of the Raven knocking the crew for a loop. Staggering to his feet again Captain Zamtrev hailed the Cavalier and spoke “Why the hell aren't you dead yet?!” The reply from the other side of the conversation over the static was a bit bone chilling “Because I want to watch you die personally by my bare hand.”  The entire Corellian corvette rocked as it was buffeted by concussion missiles sending Tie fighters from Scimitar squadron reeling and exploding “Rapier squadron get out of here!...Now!!” ordered Captain Zamtrev  as the Raven took another hit.

The fighters sped away being pursued by the dwindling squadron from the imperial star destroyer Cavalier. Alarms and sirens were screaming as the Raven was taking a punishment not seen in years from the crippled menace. Another volley of blaster fire came from the Cavalier followed closely by a series of missile hits, the culminate effect was the Ravens engines being disabled. Captain Zamtrevf asked the engineering compartment crew over the fires and explosions “How bad are we hurt?!” Coughing choking from the carbon dioxide coming from the fire extinguishers being set off the engineering chief replied “Not as bad as it looks we could have our engines up and running in about five minutes if we can get our friend out there to stop shooting at us!” just than another explosion rocked the ship and the engineering chief said to him self “Come on give us five minutes!”

An idea crossed Captain Zamtrev's mind that would buy his ship time to do the repairs needed to escape and fight on. Opening a channel to the Cavalier Captain Zamtrev spoke “If you want to watch me die by your own hands you gotta you know not blow us up!!” There was a long pause before a reply  came from the other captain in his trade mark slavic accent “Very well corvette captain.” Captain Zamtrev thought to himself “Man I hope this works” just about that the remaining Tie fighters and Tie bombers retreated back in to their mother ship and the volley's of blaster and missile fire from the imperial star destroyer ended as well. A moment later the Raven shook vigorously and the crew could feel it being pulled in to the Cavalier. Minutes passed and eventually the Raven was was secured in the belly. Captain Zamtrev waited anxiously to hear the next report which was “Sir their breaching deck two port side!” The captain dusted himself off and adjusted his officers uniform and proceeded to the area being breached.

The hull was tore open and after a short fire fight a rather imposing figure passed through the smoke and dust. Standing at six fee five inches tall was a Zabrak male. The right side of his face was chard with a green radioactive puss dripping down it his left eye was whited out and two of his horns were mangled. As Captain Zamtrev looked over this figure he noticed that the bone in his leg was protruding through the Zabrak's left leg and there were more fire and radiation burns covering over ninety percent of his body on his right handless forearm was a jagged vibro gauntlet. Walking as if he didn't  have a single injury the captain spoke in a firm tone “Where is your captain?”


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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 5, 2008 11:50:12 PM    View the profile of StOrMz 
"Give me a status report on the ship." Said Captain Triel.

"Shields are all but disabled sir. The hyperdrive has been crippled for the time being and we are losing power rather rapidly from the primary reactor," came the reply from the deck officer. Handing the sheet to Triel that he had just read from, the deck officer watched a faint smile turn into an obvious frown.

"Get the crews to their stations. I want her up and running at full capacity within the hour." Triel said faintly.

"But sir-" began Tyrillem before being cut off early.

"Don't contradict me Lieutenant, I am not in the mood."

"Yes sir, we will start right away sir," Tyrillem spoke hesitantly. The Lieutenant turned on his left heel and quickly strode over to the communications officer to relay the message. This was going to take every member they had to pull off repairs as quick as the Captain had wanted.

"Pull the ship out of battle. We don't need any stray shots deflected towards us." Ordered the captain.

*****

Down in the engine compartment, men and women alike were bustling around, working on top of each other, and scrunched side-by-side. Many considered the room to be so clustered that no work was getting done. Nevertheless, all of them worked tirelessly in their designated area to get their project done. The time required to fix most of the problems went far beyond the amount of time that the ship captain had given to complete it in. As a result, many of the components were jerry-rigged together rather than being replaced so as to save time.

"Sir, the main shield generator has been critically damaged. I'm afraid it is not fixable and the secondary will take well over an hour just to fix." Yelled a mechanic to the lead mechanic.

"Well get to it then, we don't need to waste anymore time!" he replied promptly.

"Sir!" acknowledged the young mechanic as he turned to run off for the parts his crew needed.

He and several other shield mechanics return a few minutes later with their arms full of parts and tools. Immediately, they dropped everything and began disassembling the secondary shield generator. To the crew's suprise, it was a very simple fix. Replacing one of the lighting coils that had burnt out inside, they reassembled the contraption and returned to the storage room to replace all the spare parts and tools.

*****

=== One Hour Later ===


"Sir, we have good news and bad news."

"Well let's start with the bad news. I always like getting that out of the way first."

"Yessir. The bad news is that the engine mechanics haven't completed their work. Approximately fifteen more minutes and they will have the engines operational."

"Well that isn't too terribly bad. Now, the good news."

"The Shields have been repaired and are currently at one hundred percent. Also, all turrets have been fixed and are now operational."

"Excellent. Inform the crew of my gratitude and order them to hit the bed. They have well deserved sleep ahead of them."

"Aye sir." Tyrillem turned and nodded to the comm officer to give the proper orders before returning to status checks.

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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 6, 2008 1:15:09 AM    View the profile of Jolinar 
Zoe watched the displays as more star fighters headed towards the Serenity.  The Intrepid’s turrets opened fire on them, scoring hits despite the piloting skills of Vala and Selmak.  Serenity took a major pounding as she made her way towards the stern of the star destroyer.  By the time they were out of range of the star destroyer’s weapons turrets, the fighters had either been destroyed or chased off.  Serenity’s shields were down to twenty percent, and they had lost all but one of the turrets on the port side and one turret on the starboard side.  Remarkably, the sublight engines were still intact and operating at peak efficiency.

As she surveyed the damage, Zoe realized what she had to do.  She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths before pushing the intercom’s button.

“Attention all hands.  All non-essential personnel are to get to escape pods now.  I need one volunteer to remain in the port turret and one volunteer to remain in a starboard turret.”  She released the button, and looked at her bridge crew.  “I need one of you  to stay and act as my copilot.  The rest of you are to get to escape pods.”

The bridge was deathly silent as the crew took in Zoe’s orders.  Several people looked as if they would protest, but she held up a hand to forestall them.

“I have a plan in mind, and the chances of success are equal to the chances of failure.  There is a greater chance of success if there are only a few people on board.”  The intercom beeped and the two volunteer gunners reported in.  Zoe acknowledged them, and turned to her bridge crew again.

“I’m staying.  You’ll need at least a third person on the bridge if you’re planning what I think you are.  Maybe a fourth.”  River stated firmly.  Meredith, though she looked ready to wet herself, remained silent but looked no less determined than River.

“I’m staying as well.  I’m old.  I’ve lived a long and happy life.”  Selmak said quietly but in a tone that allowed for no argument.

“Fine.  The rest of you get to escape pods, now.  No arguing and no dawdling.”  Zoe ordered.  Reluctantly, the rest of the bridge crew left.  In a matter of minutes, all but two of the escape pods had jettisoned.  Zoe silently wished her crew luck, and took the pilot’s chair that Vala had vacated.  “Gunners, seal off your compartments.  We’re going to transfer all available energy to the shields.”  River and Meredith re-routed power from the empty and destroyed turrets to the shields.  They sealed off each section of the ship, one at a time, and transferred that power to the shields.  The blast doors leading to the bridge closed and locked.  There was a hiss and a thump as the doors sealed and pressure was removed from the compartment connected to the bridge.  Zoe checked the readouts.  The only operating systems now were the two guns and life support for the individual turrets, the bridge and its life support, and the sublight engines.  Shields were up to forty percent.  Zoe sighed mentally.  It would have to do.

“Gunners, keep the fighters off our backs.  Selmak, get these sublight engines up to maximum speed.  River, Meredith…if there’s any way to coax anymore power into our shields, do it.”  Zoe pushed the control lever to maximum, and the Serenity accelerated.  She set a course directly for the main engine exhaust  on the Intrepid and waited.  Before long, they reached their target.  The blast tinting on the viewport went black.  The blast shields slammed down, any sound they might have made overwhelmed by the screeching alarms and the vibrating rumble of the Serenity.  In the next instant, the bridge grew uncomfortably hot and the screams of distressed metal and a resounding boom over rode any other noise.

As she looped around for another run at the enemy star fighters, Liriel Tam stared open-mouthed at the fireball erupting from the stern of the Intrepid.  Immediately, she attempted to contact Serenity, but to no avail.  She felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them away.  There would be time to mourn later.  Right now, there were enemies to vanquish.  She turned her fighter around and headed back into the fray.




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  RE: Betrayal at Roku Tan - Navy Holiday Squadron C
November 6, 2008 8:30:10 AM    View the profile of Hunter-Morrell 
"Ok. We're close enough now. Send Dagger out to join Rancor and give them their orders. We have only one chance to do this and we have to do it right or we're going to crash and burn. Pour every bit of power into the shields on the bottom of the ship and shut down the engines so you can use that power too. We need to survive this with minimal damage, however unlikely that seems." Gerun said as the officers relayed his orders to Dagger.

When Dagger flew out and joined up with Rancor, their orders were sent. He heard the dismay and doubting in their voices but he did not care one bit. They weren’t the captain of the ship. He was and his orders were obeyed.

"Warn everyone in the lower floors of the ship to move to the upper lest they be obliterated when we collide. The collision may take out nearly all the shields and part of the ship, but in our nearly perfect state, we can afford to take that risk. The enemy's shields and weapons are just too strong to counteract without extreme measures like we are about to take. How much power do the shields have so far?" Gerun said, staring out at the officers on the bridge.

"Nearly 100% sir." an officer replied with a shaky voice, having heard the plan earlier.

"Alright. Let’s go. Time to finally see if the results of this plan will be our deaths or our continued survival. Take what power is left in the engines and send us straight towards their bridge. Hopefully it will crack and break up, with minimal damage to us." Gerun said, breathing slowly as to not betray his inner turmoil.

What if I have just doomed the people of this ship to a fiery death? What if we miss and instead of hitting the bridge, we hit the main body of the ship? What if?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Gerun put on an air of confidence as the ship moved forward toward the bridge of the Malcontent. As they drew closer and closer, Dagger and Rancor squadrons got ready to bomb the ship went its shields went down. That would cause a lot of damage and cripple if not completely destroy the ship if the collision didn't do it first. When the two ships made contact, the bridge lurched but Gerun managed to stay on his feet. Through out the whole ship, a grinding and grating noise was heard. Officers all over the bridge began to call out warning and alarms, most pertaining to the bottom of the ship. One by one the began to quiet down as the Endeavor broke free of the other ship and began to drift.

"How much more power do you have in the shields?" Gerun asked hesitantly.

"About 3% sir." an officer asked, his face downcast.

"Direct that power to the engines and turn us around to see what damage we have wreaked on the Malcontent. Now, what is the damage report?" Gerun said, swinging his gaze to another officer.

"Shields completely gone at the bottom of the ship with most of the damage being widespread on the whole underside of the ship. Its not to terrible, but enough to put us out of the battle until our shields completely regenerate. Those areas are extremely weak right now and if we got it right there, we'd be dead because it would go right through into the core of the ship." the officer stated slowly.

Nodding, Gerun sat silently as the ship swung around. As he finally saw the damage on the Malcontent, his mouth dropped open and stayed there.

There was a wide furrow along the whole top side of the ship. Looking into the furrow, he could see raging fires and electrical sparks jumping from one side to the other. Shaking his head in wonder, he sat back in his chair.

"Tell Dagger and Rancor to abandon the plan and return to the hangar. The Malcontent is… dead. I don't think its going anywhere anytime soon. Now send us away from the battle with whatever power is in left in the engines" Gerun said, his voice quaking slightly.

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