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  Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47, Bacredi & Starbukk)
November 5, 2008 7:19:32 PM    View the profile of TX-47 
Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47 & Starbukk)
Phase I: The Deal


Tadath, SIAN SYSTEM


Tank finished pouring through the data Rex had compiled for him.  Confident that he had an offer the naval cadet couldn't refuse, Tank adjusted his minicomp and started typing.

From: Lance Corporal Baraka Kodex, TX-47, BlackJack Squad, Stormtrooper Corps, Tadath, Sian System
To: Cadet Bukk Rogers III, Starbukk, Abrae Naval Academy, Vectra System
Subject: A Proposal

Before you buy the SkyBlind scout ship, please hear me out.  The advertisers promoting the products sold at the Imperial Center Store ha embeded tracking software informing them of not just what you buy but but what you look at.  What you return for more of.  Those who know what to look for can read that data too.

That's what I did.  So I know you're planning to get a SkyBlind and upgrade it's engines with KSE components.  I can get those parts in bulk; your supplier can't.  What I propose is this:  You help me afford to get a ship now and as I pay you back, I'll absorb the cost of the extra parts you need.  See the attached file for specifics.

I await your reply.

Baraka "Tank" Kodex


And now, to wait...

OOC:
Set between Bygone Era and the HSC for Tank (TX-47).  For Starbukk this is set after he completes his academy training but prior to being placed in a regular squadron.
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Lance Corporal Baraka "Tank" Kodex
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  RE: Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47 & Starbukk)
November 5, 2008 7:44:55 PM    View the profile of Starbukk 
Abrae, Vectra System

The brash pilot considered what was offered, but wired the funds to ICS for his ship, then started his response...

From: Crewman Bukk Rogers III, Starbukk, Abrae Naval Academy, Vectra System
To: Lance Corporal Baraka Kodex, TX-47, BlackJack Squad, Stormtrooper Corps, Tadath, Sian System
Subject: Re: A Proposal

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I've decided to make a counter-offer.  I'll help you but you have to make a show of faith first.  KSE Flux Capacitors and CEC hyperdrive motivators.  Get them to me in three days and I'll help you.

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  RE: Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47 & Starbukk)
November 13, 2008 7:39:17 PM    View the profile of TX-47 
Stormtrooper Landing Field 49, Tadath, Sian System

Tank finished the weld and deactivated the fusioncutter.  Finally.  Stage one is done!  It had taken all of five days and using all of his droids to make the modifications to the ship's hull.  It wiped out his savings buying the Adz-class Patrol Destroyer and the materials to reinforce the hull and convert cargo holds to a massive garage for his repulsorlift vehicles.  It'll be awhile before I can afford the additional weapons I want, but it'll be worth it... the Stormtrooper mused.

He was disappointed with Starbukk's counter-offer but he didn't have a choice.  Hungry, he went back to the Ebon Shyrack and fixed a couple sanwiches.  Sitting at his desk he dialed in to Imperial HoloVision to catch the news as he ate.

The always attractive Ashii Nermani, star newscaster appeared onscreen with a breaking story...
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"This just in - Rebel terrorists attacked and slaughtered an Imperial Army convoy on Tatooine, following a weapons demonstration for the Vast Empire Army.  An entire platoon of Stormtroopers dead.  Their charge, tycoon industrialist Tony Strak, CEO of Strak Industries is missing, most likely a Rebel Hostage.

No demands have been made, but this heinous and cowardly act is surely the first step in a sinister plot.  The Imperial Armed Forces are not disclosing any specifics but assures a swift and decisive response will be made.  Threats to Imperial citizens will not be tolerated.  More as the situation developes.  This is Ashii Nermani for Imperial HoloVision." 


Tank nearly dropped his sandwiche.  In the time it took to blink Imperial HoloVision was replaced by orders from STC Command; all personnel on high alert.  BlackJack Squad was on leave between missions, and wouldn't be part of the force sent to investigate.

Estimating travel times for a class 1 hyperdrive it will take the better part of a day to reach Tatooine from Tadath; possibly longer.  The Ebon Shyrack's 0.8 hyperdrive and Rex navigating can shave more than a few hours off that.  Comming Hex "Hex!  I'm taking Rex, two Mouse droids, eight Destroyers and Shadow.  Send the medical droids to the Ebon Shyrack then load all the vehicles and other droids onto the Dreshdae Thunderhawk and follow us to Tatooine."

"It'll be my pleasure, master."
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  RE: Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47 & Starbukk)
November 19, 2008 5:49:10 PM    View the profile of Starbukk 
Abrae, Vectra System


Starbukk was pleased with the parts the Stormtrooper TX-47 had sent him.  They are top quality, and not normally available on most Imperial worlds.  Starbuuk had just finished upgrading the Hyperdrive on his SkyBlind when orders came in on his datapad.

He was being assigned to Bravura Squadron.  He and his squadmates will be using Alpha-3 Nimbus V-wings.  My favorite fighter... he mused as he read through his orders.  Squadrons were being scrambled for the recovery operation on Tatooine.  He saw the news and heard the scuttlebut and didn't know what to believe; until now.  Squadrons Alto, Bravura, Cresh & Diablo are reporting to the Strike cruiser Punisher.

He had barely an hr till departure.  Guess I'll have to catch 'Tank' later.  As he packed his gear he gave orders to his droids...
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  RE: Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47, Bacredi & Starb
February 13, 2009 6:11:30 PM    View the profile of TX-47 
Bacredi Manor, Dantooine, Dantooine System, Raioballo Sector of the Outer Rim

Zhar was enjoying a pleasant Dantooine afternoon, sipping tea as he watched the news.
Quote:"This just in - Rebel terrorists attacked and slaughtered an Imperial Army convoy on Tatooine, following a weapons demonstration for the Vast Empire Army.  An entire platoon of Stormtroopers dead.  Their charge, tycoon industrialist Tony Strak, CEO of Strak Industries is missing, most likely a Rebel Hostage.

No demands have been made, but this heinous and cowardly act is surely the first step in a sinister plot.  The Imperial Armed Forces are not disclosing any specifics but assures a swift and decisive response will be made.  Threats to Imperial citizens will not be tolerated.  More as the situation developes.  This is Ashii Nermani for Imperial HoloVision." 

So much for vacation he mused.  Mentally running through multiple checklists, Zhar took stock of his options.  The Devonshire, Somorset, Do You Feel Lucky?, Jackal and the Surprise are currently making a stopover in the Dantooine System after a cargo run.  Most Vast Empire controlled systems are on the far side of the galaxy from Tatooine Zhar fumed.  From Dantooine I can get there in half the time...

Setting his 3-Mal Personal Comlink to his fleet's encrypted channel, "All ships prepare for immediate departure.  Plot courses for Tatooine.  As soon as I'm aboard the Devonshire I want the fleet to jump!" he ordered as he ran toward his Delta 7 Aethersprite.  R5-D3 beeped at his master quizzically.

"We have a mission," he said with a slight smile, "let's go!"  As he hopped into the cockpit R5 slotted himself into the fighter's droid socket.  Quickly running through the preflight checklist he made smalltalk with R5 as he waited for allsystems to check out.  Green across the board he lifted off, on an intercept course for the Devonshire...

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Tatooine Space, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim

The Ebon Shyrack dropped out of hyperspace well out past the orbits of Tatooine's three moons.  Fast as a TIE fighter the modified shuttle shot toward the planet.  Tank watched the sensors carefully; a whole lot of nothing doesn't mean there's no ambush.  Slicing through the atmosphere, Tank adjusted course after reentry.

Flying east across the Western Dune Sea Tank set the Shyrack's ComNet to passively listen to the Imperial search parties and track their progress.  Most of their efforts were focused on the Northern Dune Sea; they had only a lone squad in a TR-MB searching the Great Mesa Plateau.  "That'll take forever..." Tank grumbled.

Rex was beeping and chittering, dismayed by the prospect.  "Bee-doop!  Whoo..."

"Don't worry, Rex!  I got a hunch..." Tank replied, angling the Ebon Shyrack northeast, straight into the Jundland Wastes.  For several minutes sensors showed nothing but sand with occasional odd readings on mineral content.  Tank had read about Tatooine's weird mineral deposits, but this was his first trip to Tatooine; his first time seeing what they can do to foul up sensors.

"Rex, recallibrate the sensors.  See if you can clean up those readings; we don't want to miss any clues in interference."  Rex beeped in the affirmative, his SCOMPlink twisting in the computer interface.
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Suddenly there were some bright flashes on the horizon; punctuated by thick black smoke there was no mistaking the explosions in the distance for any trick of light.  "Hang on!" Tank yelled as he bank hard right.  As the Ebon Shyrack approached what Tank thought was a major ground battle, it soon became clear it was the terrorists' base camp, and the battle was largely one-sided as all the terrorists' artillery, munitions and more were ablaze!  As Tank tried to locate the source of the devastation he spotted what must be a missile, but aimed not at the Ebon Shyrack or anything else.  Magnifying the image he was surprised to see what resembled a crude Dark Trooper (Phase II?) flying at a tremendous speed; so fast it was ripping itself apart.  Oh flamming Sith... Tank cursed as he tried to follow the Dark Trooper.

It was twilight on Tatooine and the Dark Trooper's trajectory was taking him west by northwest at an alarming rate.  With every second another piece of armor was whipped off by wind shear; ballistic shrapnel.  Then the suit's thrusters started sputtering out, making him yet harder to track.  When the thrusters died completely Tanks cursing reached new hights.

Factoring in gravity, Tank deceleerated as he dropped altitude.  At a dozen meters off the ground he switched on the shuttle's floodlights and searched for the sentient that was in the Dark Troooper armor.  Rex beeped and whirred frantically as the lights illuminated a humanoid figure, sprawled on the ground and unmoving.  Tank set down the Ebon Shyrack nearby.  As he exited the cockpit he called "Rex, be ready to lift off in a hurry."

Running back he grabbed a MedPac before dashing down the starboard boarding ramp.  Carfully rolling the man onto his back, Tank recognized Tony Strak.  He was in bad shape; multiple cuts, probably some broken bones and/or internal bleeding and a stange implant in his chest was seeping blood.  Tank cursed as he administered a shot of bacta.

Cautiously working his arms under the unconscious engineer, Tank carried Tony aboard the Ebon Shyrack and laid him on a bunk in the passenger compartment, hooking him up to life support as the medical droids got to work on him.  "Rex!  Close the hatch and lift off!" Tank called as he made sure the patient was secure and stabilized before returning to the cockpit.

Not a moment too soon, as a pair of modified YT-1300 freighters were closing in on the Ebon Shyrack.  The freighters had the advantage; numbers and altitude.  But the Shyrack had speed and maneuverability.  As Tank began the climb for space allarms sounded; weapons lock.  Tank maneuvered enough that the missiles overshot but they turned and were coming at him again.  Tank couldn't accelerate too quickly or perform any risky maneuvers; not with Strak on life support.

Tank eased more power to the engines, accelerating gradually as he put the Shyrack on an intercept course with the freighters.  Playing chicken they opposing craft closed upon each other, breaking away at the last moment.  But the missiles on the Shyrack's tail were not so agile, slamming into the freighters and making them short-lived miniatures of the twin suns.

No sooner did Tank dare breath a sigh of relief when the sensors showed more freighters closing from different directions, and these were accompanied by X-wing and Y-wing starfighters.  Tank cursed and aimed for space again, but what lay ahead turned his heart cold.  A swarm of enemy starfighters had amassed at higher altitudes, blocking his escape.  Tank made a distress call to any Imperial forces that can reach him as he prepared for the inevitable dogfighting to come...
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February 14, 2009 6:58:11 PM    View the profile of Bacredi 
Zhar Bacredi, Nimbus 1 / Dantooine System


Zhar Bacredi looked over the statistics of his ships as his droid flew his Delta-7 Aethisphere up to the Devonshire. The Duke-Class (Type 23 model) Bothan Assault Frigate Devonshire hung in space. The ‘Fleet Air Arm’ began to enter the Devonshire and the Somorset. 12 Alpha Three Nimbus starfighters flew close to Bacredi and then sped up, showing off their engines. Four refueling ships of the flotilla: RAF Lancelot, Dutyfree, and Commandeer engaged moved themselves in the middle of the formation.

The RAF, something that Zhar and a few others founded awhile back was what he was going to use this day. While BacCo or Bacredi, Roebuck, and a few others owned all the ships, they were all directly credited to the RAF. The RAF owned all the tanks, crewmen, and supplies as well.

While the Alpha Three Nimbus starfighters engaged themselves in the racks aboard the Devonshire, Bacredi’s droid landed him in the designated landing pad of the Devonshire. The hangar gleamed white- two guards stood by the door carrying StA-LARs. While above, in an observation deck, Charles Robinson watched over the process of transferring the pilots and Bacredi to the briefing room and the bridge, respectably.

Bacredi slowly jumped out, his white tucked in shirt and black pants were no attire for someone that would be on the bridge. Captain of the Watch Say came up to Bacredi, wearing his RAF cuffs and uniform. “Sir, the Regal and Allied Flotilla ships are at eighty-three percent battle readiness, Avenger and Steel Squadrons are also ready. The Fleet Air Arm can procure some fighters from the surface if you believe we need them… will we?”

“Hopefully not… has the Surprise jumped yet?” Bacredi asked Say, Bacredi and Say then began to walk out of the hangar. The pilots of Steel Squadron ran past Bacredi and into the briefing room, their droids trailing behind them. The droids that Bacredi had given them with funds from other accounts were some of the best and worst out there, R5s, R4s, R3s, R2s, and R6s were all that he was able to give them- nothing but the freaking R series of astromechs. The two them then slowly passed four B-2 Super Battle Droids and began to walk towards the lift.

“Yes, sir. Captain Kole will hopefully pick up some useful information,” the two entered a turbolift that was aimed towards the bridge. Say pressed his hand against a pad and the lift moved upward quickly and Bacredi’s insides began to churn. Say then unclipped his radio from his belt and moved it to his lips. “Enter hyperspace.”

“Yes, sir,” was the only response that Captain of the Watch Say received from the bridge. The ship then lurched as it entered hyperspace, the pleasant sound of the engine was heard more widely now.

“Stop.” Bacredi said, pressing the elevator stop button. He then opened the doors and exited towards his quarters. “I’m going to get ready, keep the bridge ready, and keep me updated on Kole’s progress.”

“Yes, sir!” Say responded and then hit the turbolift up to the bridge. Bacredi walked off on the level that his quarters were on. Moving past his own office, Bacredi moved past a conference room and then a guard. He then moved past two more terminals and finally met his quarter’s door face to face. He spoke his password and the door opened for Bacredi.

“Good day, sir.” TC-5K8, a silver C-3 model, said to Bacredi as he entered his quarters. Bacredi threw a half-assed wave and walked over to his closet, he took out a blue tie, a jacket, and then he just took out a totally new suit. Putting all of this on, he attached his cuffs and his VEN and VENA ID and Clearance levels. He then walked out and locked the door, and moved for the turbolift. Entering the turbolift yet again, he hit the level for the bridge, scanned his hand, and then ten seconds later--he was there.

Bridge, RAF Devonshire / In route to Tatoo System


The bridge crew was a little bit more lively than usual, they all had a glass of coffee or some other drink (non alcoholic, of course). All the bridge members were looking at their viewscreens, some of them were playing a game of cards, others watching a greenput tournament. The hyperspace warp that was in front of Bacredi made Bacredi turn his eyes away, he then moved over to the captain’s chair. Pressing down on the keypad, Bacredi opened a communications channel with Captain Harper, RAF Lancelot: “Captain Harper… how long can you all stay hidden?”

“From enemy scouts?” Harper replied, he was the commander of the three small refueling ships that were converted from transport use to fuel holding. He was one of the men that came to Bacredi wanting to pioneer such a craft, and Bacredi had thought that it couldn’t be done.

“Yes, we suspect that have X-Wing or A-Wing scouts.”

“Then if you give us a small fighter escort- as long as you need.” Harper commed back, the sound of his engines was heard from the com. His GR-75 transport had very few weapons, and if two well placed torpedoes hit them the Lancelot would be grade A screwed.

“Affirmative, I’ll give you a few TIEs.” Bacredi then closed the channel after Harper clicked an affirmative. Turning back to a viewscreen, Bacredi typed in two callsigns and assigned them to Harper’s fuel ships.

“Sir, should we ready the Marine Arm?” Charles Robinson asked Bacredi, the ‘Marine Arm’ as he said it was a small detachment of  crewmembers that had weaponry and could blast hell to heaven.

“Yes- arm them with the usual.”

“Yes, sir.” Robinson replied back, he then put his headset on and began to com down to the crew members / marines.

RAF Devonshire / Tatoo System

“Sir! Entering Tatoo System!” Captain of the Watch Say screamed to Bacredi.

“Copy, action stations!” Bacredi said back. Say put his earphones on as Robinson flipped up a switch and pressed down on a rather large, red button. The ship alarms sounded and Say began to speak:

“We are entering the Tatoo System. All hands to action stations.” Say’s voice echoed through the entire ship. The Devonshire dropped out of hyperspace, and the main viewport showed the ships from left to right. The Somorset let it’s fighters loose, as did the Devonshire. The Surprise’s images began to flow into the viewscreens and the weapon technicians began to find targets. “Sir… message from a Ebon Shyrack.”

“Sir! Multiple contacts heading onto one freighter, ID queen-three-zero-three-seven-delta, Ebon Shyrack, sir.”

“Play it!” Bacredi ordered.

“This is Baraka Codex, ID: TX-47. This is a distress signal to any and all Vast Imperial Forces, I have been cornered and am in need of immediate rescue! Any forces reply?”

“Sir… freighters locking on…”

“Fire at will.” Bacredi gave them the order, the weapons officer zoomed in on two freighters and their starfighter contacts. The two freighters broke apart, one coming for the flotilla and the other still homing in on the freighter. “Fire the ‘peacemaker’, see how that makes them feel.”

The crewman acknowledged and fired the missile. The missile shook the ship as it exited, it immediately homed in on the target. The target fired countermeasures and the missile disappeared sooner then it had appeared. “Sir… the freighter is coming closer…” Say responded:

“Move the flotilla apart, fire all weapons. Let them move in-between the Somorset and the Devonshire!” Say replied, he then moved back to finish the steering. The crewman ‘yes sir’d’ and then began to com the Somorset. The heavily-armed freighter moved in-between the two Type 23s and began to fire it’s cannons, not scratching the Devonshire.

“Suck on this…” a weapons officer said as he fired multiple laser blasts. Two more officers fired ion cannons and four starfighters swooped in and attacked the engines.

“Sir, the freighter is getting screwed!”

“Send the Do You Feel Lucky?.” Bacredi said.

“Yes, sir.” Say then acknowledged the fact that the enemy freighter had been destroyed. Now all he had to worry about was this ‘Ebon Shyrack’.

“Sir! Fighters are beating the living shit out of this freighter…”

“Send all squadrons to intercept ASAP.”

Lieutenant Jordon, Steel 1-1 / Tatoo System


“Steel Squadron check your targets!” Gregory Jordon bellowed through his coms, the TIE Fighters that Steel Squadron had been equipped with were well equipped for such a mission. The TIE Fighters screeched out their targets as they came closer to the frigate known as Ebon Shyrack. Jordon wondered why he was defending such a vessel even if they were not part of the trade that he thrived off of.

“Two-one here, I’m reading a lot of enemy fighters. Should we go for the bombers or snubfighters?”

“Snubfighters, the bombers are Avenger Squadrons problem.” Jordon replied as he came within 2 kilometers of the fighters. His TIE Fighter swooped down, followed by 1-2 and 1-3, 1-4 lagged behind but was able to keep up. The four fighters buzzed above the enemy frigate and fired multiple times, an unsuspecting fighter that was near the freighter was blasted to bits.

“Nice shot, two!” Steel three sang through his communications device. Jordon turned his fighter around in space, the situation was one freighter and 24 fighters versus 23 fighters and one freighter. Fine odds. Jordon ran his fighter to the limit, the speed made a shiver go up Jordon’s spine. He felt the ‘wind’… even though there is no wind in space… run past him as he fired two more blasts at a harassing enemy fighter. The fighter slowly dove towards the planet below him.

“Give me a sit-rep now Lieutenant!” The imposing voice of Roebuck, Captain of the Somorset was heard in Jordon’s ear com.

“We could use some more support, but other than that we are doing great!”

“Copy, I’ll send the Jackal, see if that’ll do you any good.”

“Affirmative, sir. Steel One signing out.”

Bridge, RAF Somorset Inserting Tank Infantry / Tatoo System


“Are the tanks ready?” Roebuck queried with his bridge staff.

“Yes, sir. They are currently on the insertion panels…” The ‘insertion panels’ were large, steel panels on the bottom of the Somorset. When the Somorset neared the ground, they would open and the Heavy Tracker Tanks would move to the ground along with other drop-ships.

“Thank you, insertion zone status?” Roebuck queried another question with his bridge staff. The Somorset then took a nose dive straight into the atmosphere of Tatooine.

“A few enemy scouts that are scheduled to be killed by an air-strike once we reach thirty-five thousand feet.” A navigation officer explained to Roebuck. Roebuck thanked him and looked at the Somorset’s statistics. Forty thousand feet… thirty eight… six… and finally, thirty five. Roebuck held onto his chair as the Somorset shook and the navigation screens showed bodies flying into the air. “Direct hit!”

“Nice… I see little pieces on the ground.” A     weapons officer next to the one that had just said ‘Direct hit’ said, patting the other on the back. Roebuck smiled as the Somorset reached 250 feet, he then nodded to the control officer and he pushed his palm against a button. The Somorset then went up a couple feet as the tanks landed on the ground. Missile fire came from all sides at the Somorset, the Somorset responded with multiple barrages of Archer Missiles and .85 machine gun turrets. Proton torpedoes soon followed and the Alliance soldiers that had once lived and fought the Somorset, no longer did.

The Somorset began to drop more and more supplies, such as tents, water, parachutes of food, weapons, and dropships flew out of the hangars with single troops. The troops of the RAF were not very well trained, and they were almost all under a small pay roll. They all risked their lives though, and Roebuck respected that.

“Sir… camp is set up.” A navigation officer said to Roebuck. Roebuck nodded and turned around to the nearest view-screen. “Camp Guardian, this is a test…”

Command Center Tent, Camp Guardian / Tatooine, Tatoo System


An man of forty, Michael Gordon, was the one leading this small camp. He had been paid a small amount by Vast Empire forces to join up with this, and he had an even smaller pay roll here. But one thing he loved about the RAF was the excitement. The way they fought with such stupidity and clumsiness on the ground was made up for in the sky.

He looked over everything that had been set up, tanks had been strategically positioned around the camp. They would take care of any air raids that would come the camp’s way. Ground attacks were to be made up by the small turrets that were placed around the camp. And bombings were to be taken care of by sensors, which would then relay them to the tanks, which would then take care of them with a well-placed heat-seeking missile.

Michael Gordon then turned to the two security lieutenants and gave them their orders. They then began to give the orders to the people ‘under them’ to make small trenches. The trenches were to be surrounded by sandbags and deep enough to place a tank in them. Tanks would be placed in the trenches, along with soldiers. The trenches would keep both the tanks and the people safe from most fire, and would also make full-on enemy attacks harder.

The droids that had been brought down to the surface could easily dig the trenches within an hour. While the base was only about 1 acre and therefore it couldn’t take that long. After that was finished, the tanks and the soldiers of the RAF front would be placed there, and a resting ground for ground-based attack fighters as well. “Sir… new orders from the Somorset.”

“Thanks.” Gordon said as he retrieved the papers from the soldier. The orders read: ‘We are seeing the hills to your west, a weak spot for your defences. We need you to build fortified emplacements a fourth of a kilometer west, four of them, on the hills that we will soon etch out for you.’ Suddenly, Gordon turned and looked outside the tent. The Somorset heated up it’s main cannon and fired four times. Gordon smiled at Roebuck’s ‘creativity’ and then gave the orders to the soldiers. They ran off with two heavy trackers full of sand bags, turrets, and men. Four heavy trackers would be placed within four fortified emplacements.

“Sir, weather reports a sand storm is probably en route within the next few days.”

“That’s going to make tracking these suckers a hell of a’ lot harder.” Gordon replied, putting down the paper and looking at the map that was stapled to the wall. Multiple ear piercing beeps were heard throughout Camp Guardian.

“Sir! Enemy tanks to the east!” A deputy of Gordon’s yelled at him, the deputy then put a speaker to his mouth. “Chaos and Fear detachments let the tanks have it!” Fear and Chaos detachments were small detachments of one tank, two men holding rockets, and ten light infantry.

“Let loose mortar fire.” Gordon ordered. He then walked out of the tent, looked to the east and past a few more tents, and saw two enemy tanks, random model, firefighting. The two tanks moved to opposite directions of each other and attempted to split Chaos and Fear up. One well placed rocket rendered one tank useless, and infantry charged the other tank. The other tank, not knowing what to do, randomly fired. The heavy trackers immediately destroyed it. And the other tank was destroyed as well.
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  RE: Aeronautica Imperialis (TX-47, Bacredi & Starb
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Tatooine Space, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim
The VEN Strikeforce Nemesis dropped out of hyperspace at two hundred oh-six hours ahead of schedule and not a moment too soon, as other VEN capital ships arrived from various sectors were already enm,eshed in brawls with enemy vessels.  The ISD Nemesis and Strike cruiser Punisher launched their fighter squadrons with utmost speed and efficiency.  Starbukk was thrilled and relived to be flying one of the Alpha-3 Nimbus V-wings of Alto Squadron.  One third of the starfighters stayed with the fleet as a screen against enemy fighters.  Corellian Frigates Cherit, Mercy and Wrath followed the other squadrons toward the planet with CR-90 Corvettes Astin and Martin in a rearguard formation.  The CR-90 Corvettes Whitestar and Ghost maintained position relative aft of Nemesis and Punisher for the same reasons.

Maneuvering like a well-oiled machine the VEN squadrons raced along an approach vector below the plane of the Frigates' own course.  The second the Frigates had firing solutions they cut loose; the Heavy Turbolasers obliterating scores of enemy fighters as they were so densely packed in that region of Tatooine's sky.  The Ion Cannons were likewise busy, surgically striking the handful of hostile capital ships in the immediate vicinity of the strikeforece's approach corridor.

Once the capital ships were neutralized the TIEs and V-wings slipped smoothly into the course cleared by the Heavy Turbolasers, piercing the blockade in seconds.  Once in the Atmosphere of Tatooine two squadrons of TIEs peeled off, blasting away targets of opportunity.  The other squadrons picked up the signal from the Ebon Shyrack and homed in. 

"All Imperial Forces!  This is Lance Corporal TX-47.  I have Tony Strak!  Please assist!" 

Hang in there Tank! Starbukk prayed, We're comin' for ya'!  The agile V-wings rushed to intercept, taking only pot-shots at the X-wings and Y-wings in their way, leaving the slower TIEs to finish them off.  More fun than the Scissors maneuver...
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Tatooine Space, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim

Zhar Bacredi tasted blood and sweet satisfaction as the Devonshire and the Somorset mercilessly poured heavy fire into the flotilla of enemy light cruisers and gunships foolish enough to pass between the paired Bothan Assault Frigates.  One by one the enemy vessels blossomed into infernos like miniature suns going nova.  "Nice shooting men!" 

Zhar was also most pleased with his fighter pliots' performance.  Between the RAF squadrons and the VEN wings, the multitude of enemy fighters was grinding down nicely.  One thing still bothered him though: how did this rebel faction amass such a huge fleet?  To say nothing of their formidable ground forces...

The Dreshdae Thunderhawk dropped out of hyperspace at a furious pace.  As an enemy Lucrehulk-class battleship was lumbering toward the Devonshire and Somorset, the Adz-class Patrol Destroyer's turrets swiveled to track one massive target.  Racing all-out for the planet, the Dreshdae Thunderhawk sped past the Devonshire as all guns unleashed their fury on the command ship's engines.  Before Bacredi finished cursing the Dreshdae Thunderhawk was well on its way and the Lucrehulk exploded spectacularly.

Bacredi couldn't fathom any pilot crazy enough to fly one capital ship so recklessly close to another ever being allowed the opportunity to do so.  What ComScan reported next disturbed him more, if only shightly.  "Sir, that ship has no life signs aboard her!  It's transponder ID indicates its the Dreshdae Thunderhawk, captained by the same Stormtrooper as the Ebon Shyrack, sir."

A droidship?  Or a droid crew? Bacredi mused...  "Have the Dorsetshire follow the Dreshdae Thunderhawk, when it punches through we'll have the opening we need to deploy air support to out ground troops!"

"Aye-aye, Captain!"  As the words were uttered Bacredi watched as beams of light lanced out from the patrol destroyer blazing a path through the hostile snubfighters choking Tatooine's skies...

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Ebon Shyrack, approximately three kilometers above the Western Dune Sea, Tatooine

Tank hated being forced down to lower altitudes by the press of enemy fighters.  Man am I glad I brought these Destroyers was one of hudreds of thoughts racing through Tank's mind as he jinked and juked in and out of various evasive maneuvers.  All the while the Destroyer droids seemed to be enjoying the hell out of operating the Ebon Shyrack's eight lasers, blasting away at the X-wings and Y-wings hounding the imperial shuttle.  Hoping for a little more breathing room he takes the Sentinel-class Landing Shuttle lower still, where there's more room to maneuver.

"Flamming Gundarks!" Tank yelled in protest.  Sensors showed several new contacts; more foes than friends.  Enemy fighters near the surface were rapidly approaching Imperial-allied units; RAF on the Tactical display.  Behind the enemy fighters was a slower moving group of ground vehicles.  "Well as long as I can't make a break for space I might as well lend a hand...  Rex, keep those shields steady!"

The R5 warbled affirmative as it angled the shields to match the ship's maneuvers through unfriendly fire.  Tank meanwhile scissored through the flight paths of X-wings as he altered course to meet the new batch of fighters head on.  As the Ebon Shyrack leveled out Tank checked the rangefinder; Tank started firing the Repeating blaster cannons just a second before the hostiles were in range.  As expected a pair of bright explosions appeared scant moments before the fighters became visible.

Mostly TYE-wing fighters (or DIE-wings) and Z'ceptors, but many other uglies were in attendance.  Tank didn't stop firing as he just plowed straight on through.  The Destroyers happily fragging targets of opportunity as Rex kept the shields balanced.  X-ceptors peeled off to persue the Ebon Shyrack after it cut a deadly swath through the heart of the fighter wing.

Tank jinked and juked to dodge laserfire as he closed in on a Czerka Sandacrawler which, according to Rex's furious clamour, was a mobile command post for the enemy forces.  Tank gritted his teeth as steadied the Ebon Shyrack.  The Destroyer droids trained their respective lasers on the persuing X-ceptors and blasted wawy with impunity as Tank locked on and fired a pair of Concussion missiles into the sandcrawler.  As the persuing X-ceptors were blown out of the sky the center of the sandcrawler exploded, violently tearing the vehicle in two and surely incinerating the occupants.

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Command Center Tent, Camp Guardian; Western Dune Sea, Tatooine, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim

Michael Gordon smiled.  Enemy artillery moved in close enough to take out the RAF's mortars, but that brought them withing the two kilometre range of the PX-4s' heavy laser cannons (and well within the Heavy Trackers' three kilometre range).  The refurbished and scrath-built ULAVs and CAVs didn't stand a chance.
All four RAF mobile armor units had reached their designated 'trenches' with negligable resistance, and were even now pounding away on enemy positions with impunity.

The recon squads had a friendly rivalry going; thus far the Swamp Speeders had decimated two swoop cavalry groups and one infantry supprt unit compared to the BARC Speeders' two scout groups.
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Reinforcements had arrived. The Dorsetshire and the Bedford had been moving supplies from Ryloth with many other ships. The other ships were the Royal Oak, Royal Sovereign, Revenge, Royal Ark, Resolution, Midsummer Night, Vostok, Trafalgar, Marathon, Hercules, Aegis Fate, Euphrates, along with the cruising squadron (Cursing Squadron) and the ground assault squadrons (Admiralty Squadron and Spitfire Squadron). Aegis and Blocakder trailed behind the rest of the ships. Donald Rumpfeld was at the bridge of the Bedford, while Jack Priors was at the bridge for the Dorsetshire. Overall, Donald Rumpfeld was the leader of this small group.

"Reinforcements have arrived!" Steel 1-1, Ron Tamas yelled through the RAF coms. He flew his V-19 towards an enemy Longhorn-Class Frigate, firing multiple ion blasts at her turrets. The Longhorn slowly turned towards the Bedford and Aegis Fate (who had been moving together), the Bedford let multiple archer and proton missiles fly. The Longhorn-Class Frigate, which had now been discovered as Coruscanti Pride, began to let loose all of it's forward batteries.

"Rummy, you doing alright?" Bacredi asked through his bridge com. He slowly watched as the Devonshire beat the living hell out of an enemy squadron. The enemy squadron did last minute dive bombs at the Devonshire. Steel, Crusader, Avenger, Agile, and Cursing Squadrons all flew towards the enemy Longhorn-Class Frigate. The Coruscanti Pride turned it's forward guns away from the Bedford and to the squadrons.

"Better than your arse! I can out-fly you any day of the week! Captaiin of the watch turn hard right, one three one." The sound of Donald's bridge was heard as he maneveured the Bedford around. The Bedford faced the Devonshire, and suddenly, opened fire. The blasts from the Bedford nailed enemy fighters that were being harassed by Steel Squadron. Rumpfeld still had it in him to do the most daring tasks.

"Good thing we're not flying then. Rummy, you mind helping Kole out over yonder?" Bacredi asked Rumpfeld. Preston D. Kole, captain of the Surprise was being attacked by multiple fighters. The two fighters that accompanied him (Steel 4 and 8) had been pulled out to protect the Dorsetshire (which was en-route to deliver the ground assault squadrons). Kole was now on his own and he would soon be destroyed, his shields gave Bacredi a time window of three minutes.

"Might as well. Crusader Squadron, help Mr. Kole out." Rumpfeld responded.
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Tatooine, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim:
Dreshdae Thunderhawk, several kilometers above the Western Dune Sea


The Dreshdae Thunderhawk plummeted rapidly, passing through the enemies' starfighter screen with ease as survivors of decimated squadrons flew erratically, some crashing into one another in the chaos.  As the Dreshdae Thunderhawk angled and leveled out it's descent, the Dorsetshire sped through the opening left in the Thunderhawk's wake.

As the Dreshdae Thunderhawk altered course to intercept the Ebon Shyrack the Destroyer Droid gunners trained the turbolasers on a pair of refurbished HAVr A9 Floating Fortress escorted by assorted AATs, AAMTs & HAGs, CAVs & ULAVs of dubious quality.  The shots utterly oblitereated their targets.

Meanwhile the Dorsetshire launched combat airspeeders and TIE fighters.  The K-222 and T-47 Combat Airspeeders drop low for attack runs on the enemies' ground vehicles as the more powerful TIEs tear into the uglies with abandon and devastating results.


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Command Center Tent, Camp Guardian; Western Dune Sea, Tatooine, Tatoo System, Arkanis Sector of the Outer Rim

Michael Gordon was pleased with his troops' progress so far, but since the fighting began in earnest, the tank squadrons have been kept too busy to maintain constant contact.  As per the 'new orders' hoe formed up four tank squadrons to take the positions carved by turbolasers a scant half-hour earlier.  Designating them Guardian I through IV, each tank squadron consisted of four Heavy Trackers and a command vehicle; where squadrons I thru III had an AT-TE Walker, the forth had a PX-4 Mobile Command Base.  The remaining PX-4s and Heavy Trackers made the core of the base camp.  At least we don't have to worry about another swarm of light assault vehicles... Gordon's thoughts were thankfully interrupted by a comtech clutching a datapad...

"Sir, reports are in from our tank squadrons!"

"Well, it's about damn time!  Let's have it Corporal!"  Michael Gordon barked at the young NCO.

"Team Guardian I obliterated an enemy Base Camp, a modified Czerka Sandcrawler (CP), a refubished Flying Fortress, many AATs, HAGs, CAVs, ULAVs and Sand Skiffs.  Guardian II reports annihilating a Base Camp, 2 refubished Flying Fortresses, many AATs, HAGs, CAVs, ULAVs and Sand Skiffs.  Guardians III and IV reports similar engagements to Guardian I.  No RAF casualties to report thus far."

"Great news, Corporal!"  Michael Gordon exclaimed proudly.  "It's good to know they aren't sleeping on the job!"

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Not far away, only a few kilometers above the Western Dune Sea, Tatooine
The Ebon Shyrack is taking hits but the shields are holding, destroyer droid gunners returning fire with impunity and deadly accuracy.  Soon several uglies at the rear of the enemy formation explode, lanced by the turbolasers of the Dreshdae Thunderhawk.

"Hex!  It's about karking time!" Tank yelled over the open comm as he maneuvered the Ebon Shyrack, dodging lasers as he tried to line up with the Thunderhawk's starboard hangar.

K-222 and T-47 Combat Airspeeders fanned out from behind the Patrol Destroyer to engage the rest of the uglies still harassing the Ebon Shyrack, using precision flying and expert gunnery to make swift work of them.  Thus clear, Tank took the Ebon Shyrack in for a landing, "Tanks RAF!  I owe ya one!"

"Just doing our jobs, sir, but you're welcome.  We'll try to keep these mynocks off you for as long as we can."

Tank was already running to the bridge of the Dreshdae Thunderhawk.  "Roger that!  I'll be headed for space as fast as I can.  TX-47 out."
Dashing onto the bridge Tank lept into the pilot's seat.  "Status report?" he demanded as he took over from Hex.

"Proud statement: The meatbags' puny snubfighters are no match for the Dreshdae Thunderhawk, Master.  My gunnery skill proved superior to theirs, as I expected."

"Stay on the gunnery station then; we're not out of this yet!" Tank exclaimed as he brought his ship around in a tight arc.  Increasing speed he aimed for space.  True to their word the pilots of the RAF made short work of the uglies and snubfighters attempting to delay the Dreshdae Thunderhawk's escape.

The Dorsetshire had not been idle; hanging back at high altitude, the Dorsetshire's gunners had been hard at work, carving up the rebel air force like so much ripe fruit.  By the time the Dreshdae Thunderhawk reached the upper atmosphere, there was barely token resistance left.  Some enemy pilots were too dimwitted to evade when they had the chance; their fighters were squashed like bugs on the Dreshdae Thunderhawk's hull.

Finishing off any enemy fighters in the area, the RAF pilots formed up as they prepared to return to Dorsetshire...
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Not far away, only a few kilometers above the Western Dune Sea, Tatooine
Alto Squadron finshed decimating the last of the enemies' bombers.  Starbukk checked his scope.  Relived the Ebon Shyrack had docked with the Dreshda Thunderhawk, his nerves grated as they turned to shock.  "Alto leader, I have new contacts on my scope!"

"Confirmed!  Looks like a dozen MAF gunships are in pursuit of the RAF's airspeeders.  Alto Squadron!  On me!"  With the order given the agile and deadly V-wings of Alto Squadron sliced through atmosphere with tremendous speed.  So nimble were the craft, the old gunships were practically sitting ducks in comparison.  By the time the RAF airspeeders turned around to join in the carnage, the battle was over.

As the RAF air force rejoined the Dorsetshire, Alto Squadron returned to the Punisher.  Together, the two capital ships aimed for space, the Punisher to regroup with the rest of the VEN Strikeforce Nemesis

On the ground those survivng terrorists were being rounded up by Imperial and RAF forces...
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