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Denethor
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  Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 16, 2008 11:51:21 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
"He's our boss, he's our job," Darkhawk replied. There was a silent agreement through the room. "Now, this is going to be a joint mission between Viper Squadron, Nazgul Squadron, and the newly formed Task Force Alpha." A small group of people in the back of the room raised their hands. "You may recognize many of them. They came up from the ranks of pilots and are now commanding small capital ships."

Denethor looked around as his hand raised and noticed a few looks of recognition, but most of the people in the room obviously didn’t know who he was. This was to be expected, he hadn’t been truly active in almost two years, and it was definitely showing.

He passed this from his mind and turned to the task at hand. The Executive Officer, Riel Fury had been captured by a bunch of pirate scum. It made Denethor a little warm inside to see how full force the Navy was being in this case. This mission did have a small personal value to it though; he and Riel, along with Darkhawk, had served in Aegis squadron together when they had both first joined. Riel had moved up the ranks quickly and Denethor had served under him with the greatest of pleasure. Now one of his long time comrades had been captured by a horde of pirates, and the Navy was pulling out all the stops to rescue him. Denethor hadn’t seen a Naval ground force in all his time in the VEN, so he knew this was going to be interesting. He perked up when Darkhawk had finished briefing Nazgul and took a drink; he would be addressing the ship captains next.

"Task Force Alpha, this will be your first mission together. We will jump into the system and engage whatever ships the smugglers have organized.  We are expecting your usual array of smuggler ships, with the biggest we'll probably face being a corvette. However, I expect them to buzz around in their freighters and small fighters like gnats, so it won't be easy. We're going to need to put a lot of pressure on them to make sure Nazgul makes it to the Admiral's ship in one piece.  The second we have the fighters on board, we will be jumping out of the system. Are there any questions? We will be departing at 0600 tomorrow, so get prepared and good hunting."

Darkhawk stepped down from the podium and everyone in the room quickly stood up to leave. Denethor sat in his seat and watched everyone leave. He usually sat in his seat longer than most for two reasons, to watch his comrades, and to make sure he wasn’t caught up in the chaos of leaving the room. Darkhawk walked over to him sitting there and turned the chair in front of Denethor to face him.

“So, how’s it feel to be back and on a command deck instead of a pilot’s chair?” Darkhawk asked him.

“Oh, you know,” said Denethor jokingly, “But really, it’s going to be interesting. This mission is really going to be the major test.”

“Yeah, I understand. This is going to be the major test for all of us. We’re all very competent though, I know we’ll do well.”

    “We all have the greatest of confidence in you.”
“That’s good to know. Now, you don’t have to go over to your Corvette now, but I’m sure you don’t want to hang around the Atrus

    “Yeah, I wasn’t really planning on it.”

Darkhawk laughed “Understandable. Now get going, I will check in with all the captains at 0500” He stood up and strolled out of the room.

Denethor finally got up and walked to the hangar to board the shuttle that would take him to the Ferrum Umbra

Within ten minutes he was walking down the white corridors of his ship toward the bridge. He walked onto the command deck and CWO Alexona San-Creon snapped to attention from the display she was looking at.

    “San-Creon, have Sergeant’s Plate and Dacyo meet us in my office in 15 minutes.”

“Yessir”

Thirty minutes later, the four highest ranked officers on Ferrum Umbra stood in the  the Captain’s Office, finishing up the briefing.

    “… we hopefully won’t be needing much action from the soldiers on board,” Denethor directed at Dayco and Plate, “So don’t expect much, our job is to destroy starfighters and small vessels. However, be on your toes if we get boarded or if we have to board an enemy vessel. I know we’ve been together for a few weeks now, but this is our first real mission, and it’s a big one. I have nothing but complete confidence in all of you. Dismissed.”

The two Marine Sergeants went off to brief their squads on the upcoming mission. Denethor turned to CWO San-Creon.

    “I’m going to go to my quarters and get some sleep. I’ll see you on the bridge at about 0430 tomorrow morning.”

“Sweet dreams, sir” San-Creon said with a small grin. Denethor couldn’t tell if it was sarcastic or not. He decided it was sarcastic.

    “Same to you CWO.”

He quickly exited his office strolled down the corridors toward his quarters. The door opened to a generally bare section of rooms, he hadn’t been on board long enough to make it his own yet, but for tonight, it was heaven. He was going to need a great night’s sleep for the next day.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant - Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 22, 2008 10:26:45 AM    View the profile of Denethor 
“…Mother!!”

The door opened to a small corridor and the sound of a blaster being fired could be heard, then his brother Otto crashed into the wall outside his mother’s room. Like a flash, a man in black robes sped past a 15 year old Kam Vox who had just stepped out of his room after being awoken to his 17 year old brother Otto screaming out to his mother. As Kam looked down the hallway after the man all he could hear was a blaring alarm going off at 1 second intervals.


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Denethor awoke to his chrono alarm. He rolled over in his bed and hit the snooze button just to shut off the noise. He looked at the chronometer it read 0401. He sighed and sat up. It was at that moment that he realized that he was sweating. In his barely conscious state it took him a moment to figure out why. It quickly dawned on him and he realized the dream that he’d been having. He hadn’t dreamt of the night of his mother’s death in many months. It didn’t take a psychologist to figure out why he’d had the dream. He was about to embark on his first mission as a ship captain, and any person in his position would be under a certain amount of anxiety. Obviously Denethor was under some form of anxiety, at least subconsciously to have that dream again.

He swung his feet over the side of the bed and stepped into the sani-steam. Fifteen minutes later he was walking down the white corridors of the Corellian Corvette toward the bridge. His quarters were only a few dozen meters from the bridge, on the same level, so he got there in ample time. He didn’t expect CWO San-Creon to be there just yet, because she was to report in 15 minutes time, he’d most likely see her in about 5. Not that she didn’t report for duty directly on time in stead of early, but she did take a little longer to get ready than he did. And that was fine.

In the couple weeks he’d been on board his crew had learned that they didn’t have to stand and salute every time he stepped onto the bridge. Those that could actually see him as he stepped from the corridor to his office would give him a simple nod of respect and recognition, and he would respond with the same. He stepped inside his office, started the caf machine and sat as his desk.

A few minutes later, just before Denethor was going to get up and get a cup of caf, San-Creon entered his office. She smelled the caf, looked at the timer on the machine and walked over to it and poured two cups.

    “Good morning, sir,” she said as she set one of the cups on Denethor’s desk.

“Good morning Alexona,” he said and took a sip, “How’d you sleep?”

    “Well enough, and you sir?”

“Could have been better, had an odd dream of the past.”
    “Hmm, care to talk about it?”

“Not today, I don’t want it hanging over my head during the mission.”

    “Understandable, I’ll let it be,” she turned towards the door, “I’ll supervise the shift change and wait for the comm. from Commodore Darkhawk.”

“Thank you Alexona.”

He watched her leave. He very much appreciated her work. No matter how many times he’d had executive officers in squadrons, but having an executive officer on a small capitol ship was a little different. He couldn’t pin point it, but it was different.

He sipped his caf and waited for 0500.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant - Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 23, 2008 10:12:35 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
Denethor looked down at  his desk as a tiny light started flashing near the comm. It was obviously time that Darkhawk was messaging the captains. He looked at the chrono and it read 0458.
“Yes, Alexona?” Denethor asked, uneedingly.
   
    “Commodore Darkhawk on the line sir,” she replied.

“Excellent, patch it through.”

Not two seconds later a large image of Darkhawk’s bust shone above his desk, and three other holo bodies stood atop his desk. They were those of the other captains, Arturus, Willtconq, and Tokijin. Willtconq and Tokijin were sitting, obviously also in their offices. Arturus was standing, it appeared he had been on the bridge when Darkhawk’s call came through.

    “Good morning Captains,” Darkhawk said.

In unison the 4 captains replied, “Good morning.”

    “In just over an hour’s time we will be departing for Volek. Task Force Alpha  jump just outside the system just out of sensor range of Volek and clear the space around it to make sure that the frieghters that Viper and Nazgul are stowed on makes it safely into the system. From there Viper will jump closer to Volek and achieve access to the planet. Task Force Alpha and Nazgul will remain just outside the system and wait until Viper informs you that their mission is close to complete."

"Once Viper has contacted you, TFA and Nazgul will jump into the system. TFA will clear the way for Nazgul while they depart my vessel and begin their course to The Furious One. You, TFA will provide cover for Nazgul’s mission, and Viper’s escape. You will engage any enemy that presents itself, at all costs,” He took a breath, “All clear?”

Again, in unison, the 4 captains replied, “Yessir.”

    “Excellent. We will depart at 0600. Good hunting.”

The comm fizzled out and Denethor stood up from his desk and entered the bridge to again brief CWO San-Creon. She relayed the mission orders to the crew, and Denethor walked up to the view screen at the front of the command deck. He could see the other Corvettes’ running system checks to their running lights and engines. He looked past them and into the vastness of space, the aura of the planet Abrae drowning out some of the stars. He always enjoyed looking at fleets hanging in orbit. It calmed him, knowing that he was looking at the calm of the storm.

He stood there for the next half hour staring into space, receiving check in’s by his crew. Everything was checking out fine. As he looked out into space he watched both Nazgul and Viper drop out of the Artrus’ belly hangar and converge on their respective frieghters. He checked his wrist chrono, and it read 0610. It would soon be time to depart. He stepped back from the view screen and walked to the center of the command deck, and noticed that San-Creon was double checking with the Tactical Officer PO1 Hagen. He turned back toward the view screen and waited for departure orders to come in.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant - Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 25, 2008 11:08:52 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
So it would seem Riel has gotten himself into quite the mess. Although his friend was in trouble, Darkhawk couldn't help but not worry. If Riel wanted to, he could get out of this situation himself. This is more of a training exercise for the Navy.
  But as soon as he had finished the thought, Darkhawk wasn't so sure that it was true. If Riel were able to get out of this mess, wouldn't he already have done so? The Commodore frowned. He hadn't really seen the other man that often over the past few months. And every time he had been around Riel, things had felt ... different, somehow.
  He still wasn't worried, but he began to think that maybe he ought to be a little more serious about this operation. Besides, it would be his first real mission since returning to the Navy. He had an obligation to ... certain people ... to make this new job work. Japheth had done him a big favor by allowing him to come back at all, let alone re-instating him as the Tactical Officer.
  And now he had Task Force Alpha to worry about. As he had stood in the briefing room only a day before, he had been overwhelmed by how many of the faces he did not recognize. Even within this new task force, he wasn't on a first-name basis with any of the officers. He knew Denethor and Arturus from his prior service in the Navy, but had never been that close to either. Denethor more so than Arturus, he supposed, because of their brief time together in Aegis Squadron ... I guess I feel like I know Denethor because of his brother.
  What could almost be mistaken for a smile crept across the commodore's face. Otto was an entirely different story. What Darkhawk wouldn't have given to be back on Lopen at that moment.
  Sighing, he tried to focus his thoughts. He was ... obligated ... after all. He had made a promise, and it was one he intended to keep. Riel would do the same - wouldn't he? The almost-smile faded into a frown. Only a moment before, he had thought of Riel as a friend. But was even that true anymore?
  So much had changed.
 
  "And so much more change to come," he said. The empty room heard his words, but there was no one there to listen.

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  The doors to the bridge opened up, and Darkhawk entered at a brisk pace. There was a lot that had to get done in a short amount of time, and now that he was focused, those things were going to get done, and done well.
  It was the first time he had set foot on the bridge of his new ship, the Strike Cruiser Thanatos. The crew had been briefed via holo, but he had not had time to introduce himself yet; that was the first task at hand.
  A pretty young woman turned to greet him as he entered and as their eyes met, he was uncharacteristically caught off guard. Stopping in his tracks, he took a moment to study her. The past few months had changed him, and not in a good way, but there was something about this woman...

  "Sir?"

  He started. She was holding a salute, an uneasy look on her face. As he glanced around, he saw that the entire bridge crew was watching him warily. How long have I just been standing here?

  Trying to remain calm, he returned her salute as if nothing had happened. "Commander."

  "Ah, sir. Afraid we'd lost you there for a second," she responded, grinning. The sly look she gave him said that she knew why he'd been caught off balance. Being attracted to my executive officer is the last thing I need right now, he reminded himself, and did his best to push ... certain thoughts ... out of his mind.

  "Just trying to assess the situation."

  "I ... see." She smiled again. What a wonderful smile. "Well, welcome to the Thanatos, sir. I'm Lieutenant Commander Farwhyn."

  "I assumed as much," he replied. "Charmed."

  He hadn't meant it to be taken seriously, but she blushed and turned her head aside. At that moment the bridge doors opened up behind him and he turned to find himself face-to-face with four new arrivals. There were three men and a woman in newly pressed uniforms standing there. As they each realized who he was, each hastily threw up a salute.

  He returned it quickly this time. "At ease. I'm Commodore Darkhawk."

  "Yes, sir. Sorry we're late. Bit of a malfunction with the turbolift" The shortest of the three men stepped forward. "Major Elmore."

  Darkhawk nodded. "I've been reading a lot about you and your men, Major. Seems like you carried out a very successful operation near the Ssi-Ruuk zone last month."

  Elmore grinned despite himself. "I think we did an okay job, sir."

  "Then I'm glad to have you on my ship. And these are your subordinates?" He gestured toward the other two in Army garb.

  A wiry young man with dark hair responded. "Yes, sir! Sergeant Merenda reporting for duty."

  The even younger woman beside him smiled and nodded her head. "Sergeant Tuck. Pleased to be serving under your command, sir."

  "Well, if Elmore trusts you, that's good enough for me." He gave what he thought was a reassuring smile and turned to the last of the arrivals. This must be the squadron commander.

  "Lieutenant Breeden, I presume?"

  The lieutenant was probably around Darkhawk's age, with fiery red hair. He radiated a kind of positive energy about him. The commodore made a mental note to pass along word to ... certain superiors ... about this man.

  "Yes, sir. I'm the Devil Squadron commander. We're looking forward to this operation."

  "Well, I'm afraid you might not get to see much action this time, Lieutenant. I've got strict orders not to launch Devil Squadron unless we encounter a real emergency. This is Nazgul's show."

  Breeden's smile faded. "Pardon my asking, sir, but ... why? We're eager to prove something to those flyboys from the Atrus."

  Darkhawk smiled. "I'm sure you are, but Admiral Japheth must have his reasons. Don't worry; you'll get your chance soon enough." He lowered his gaze to look Breeden straight in the eye. "Don't be so eager to rush into battle and get your men killed, Lieutenant."

  "Yes, sir," the lieutenant answered, looking somewhat abashed.

  "And on that somber note, let's get this little operation started," the commodore said, turning back around and clapping his hands together. "I assume we're all ready to go?"

  Commander Farwhyn had recovered herself by this time, although the way she was looking at him still made the commodore somewhat uncomfortable. "Yes, sir. Awaiting your orders."

  "Um ... very well, then. Open a radio link to the Cerberus. Time to check in with the rest of the Task Force."

  As she turned to give the order to the radio officer, Darkhawk let out a long sigh. It was just his luck to get stuck on board a ship with a pretty woman. He'd just have to spend as much time away from the bridge as possible.

  He dismissed the Major and his sergeants and Lieutenant Breeden and then took a seat in the captain's chair. Although he had served in the Imperial Navy and subsequently the Vast Imperial Navy for nearly a decade, he had spent very little time as a ship captain, let alone in a position to command an entire group of ships.
  Apparently, he had impressed Talon all those months ago when the two of them had single-handedly taken over an enemy Star Destroyer and turned the tide of a now-famous battle. And what was it Japheth had told him only a few nights before? It's about time you earn that rank of yours, Commodore. He supposed that the admiral was right.
  All of Darkhawk's experience with commanding ships had been gleaned from a former superior, though. Of course ... that superior had just happened to be one of the Imperial Remnant's Grand Admirals. I just hope I learned the right things, he thought as he glanced out the viewport.

  His little reminiscence was interrupted when Commander Farwhyn tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir? You with us?"

  He jumped out of the seat with a start, then felt his cheeks color from embarrassment. "Uh, my apologies, Commander. I was ... lost in thought."

  "Yes, sir," was all she said, although she gave him that damned sly grin again. "Commander Hargraves has been raised on the HoloNet for you."

  "Ah, of course." Trying to keep a composed look on his face, he turned to look at the tiny holo-projection of Arturus. "Well, Art - you ready to do this thing?"
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 27, 2008 3:26:23 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
Darkhawk finished checking in with the last of his captains, Lieutenant Vox, and cut off the HoloNet. It appeared that the whole of Task Force was ready for action, despite a bit of nervousness in Officer Tokijin's voice. It can't be helped, I suppose. Many of these men and women were too young to be in a battle like this; too young to die. For a brief moment, a part of him wished that he had known a time without conflict, without war.
  The feeling faded. He had been born to fight, and he had done so for all his life. There was no point looking back at the past and wondering what might have been. The only purpose now was to push forward, and try to change the future.

  Do you think this will ever end? he asked.

  No response. For once, there were no voices in his head to answer.

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  After a brief moment's repose, he excused himself from the bridge. He had caught Commander Farwhyn stealing several glances in his direction, and a brief time later realized he was probably looking at her just as often. Unwilling to accept even the possibility of a physical attraction, he decided it was better just to get away from her for a while and clear his head. They still had about an hour before the operation was going to get under way.
  Viper Squadron was getting settled in onboard their ship, and an energetic young crewman had brought word that Nazgul Squadron was now onboard the Thanatos. The hangar was going to be cramped with two squadrons of fighters in there, but Darkhawk was confident the ship's crew could get it all sorted out.
  The Nazgul pilots were going to be in rather cramped quarters, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. Had he had more time to plan things out, Darkhawk probably would've had some of his own men and women bunk up to accommodate his guests, but there was no time for that now.
  Just as he was about to return to his quarters, he ... sensed ... a presence on board. He had only spoken to the man a couple of times, but certain people left an ... impression, you might say, a resonance. Trevor Evenson was somewhere nearby, and Darkhawk felt the need to speak with him.
  Altering his walking route, he turned down the corridor to his left. As he got closer, it was easier to tell where Trevor was. And as he got closer, it was also easier to pick up on the other man's emotions. Trevor was leaving them right out in the open, for anyone to read: he was slightly stressed about the mission, but confident in Nazgul Squadron's abilities; however, anger tinted his feelings more than anything. He was trying to suppress it, but there it was, shining out like a beacon - and that was the reason Darkhawk felt he needed to speak to him.

  "Oh, Lieutenant?" He waited until he was very close to speak; he didn't want Evenson to realize he'd been looking for him specifically.

  Trevor spun on his heels quickly, and hastily saluted. "Sir! Apologies, I didn't hear you coming."

  Darkhawk returned the salute and nodded reassuringly. "Well, I'm sure you've got a lot on your mind." He purposefully left the statement open-ended, almost making it into a question.

  "Yes, sir. The upcoming mission and all..."

  "Hmmm. Is that it?"

  Trevor scrunched his eyebrows together. He was obviously caught off guard by the commodore's line of questioning. "Sir? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're getting at."

  "Well, it has come to my ... attention ... that you're a little upset about certain ... arrangements that have been made within the Task Force."

  "Oh." A spark of comprehension lit up in Evenson's eyes. "Oh. You mean about Toki."

  "Yes, exactly."

  "Well, sir, I just don't -"

  Darkhawk raised a hand, cutting him off. "Save it, Lieutenant. Now is not the time."

  "But, sir -"

  "- or the place, nor am I even the person you should be speaking to about this." Darkhawk paused a moment, and only when he was sure Trevor would remain silent and listen did he continue. "I had very little to do with the Task Force's formation; I just volunteered to command it. Riel was ... no, is a friend of mine; and moreover, he means a lot to this Navy. The first and foremost thought on everyone's mind should be making sure this operation is a success. Is that understood?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Good. I'll be completely forthright with you and say that I'm not too happy about Tokijin's placement as a ship captain myself, though I'm sure it's for different reasons." Trevor opened his mouth to ask a question, but quickly closed it. "I feel she is a liability to this operation, and if I had had my way, she would be piloting a starfighter, not commanding a Corellian corvette."

  As expected, Trevor went on the defensive. He might not have wanted her on that ship, but it was in his nature to defend her. "Sir, I see your point, but a liability? Toki is -"

  "Not now, Lieutenant. I've expressed my opinion, and I appreciate you taking the time to listen. You can argue Toki's merits to someone else at a later point in the future, because it's not going to alter my opinion one bit until I see some competence out there in the battle. And as far as going into why she was placed in that position ... well, you'll have to ask Admiral Fury."

  "Riel?"

  Darkhawk nodded. "He's the one that left detailed orders on how the Task Force was to be assembled in the event that his mission went awry."

  "Wait a minute, are you saying that he knew this was going to happen?"

  The commodore shook his head. "I don't know that. I'd like to think that this isn't all some kind of elaborate game, or training exercise, or whatever, but with Riel ... well, you never know."

  "Sir, people's lives are in danger here. If this is just some kind of ... of ... game, then -"

  "All the more reason for you and I to make sure everyone comes out of this alive, then. Right, Lieutenant?"

  Trevor paused for a moment, then gave a quick, firm nod. "I see your point, sir."

  "Excellent. I'm glad we're on the same page." Darkhawk inclined his head to the side and extended his hand. "You keep your pilots alive, and I'll make sure Tokijin gets back to you in one piece. Deal?"

  "It's a deal, sir," the lieutenant answered, shaking his hand firmly.

  "Good! Now if I were you, I'd stop wandering around my ship and get back to your quarters and get your thoughts in order. We're heading out in less than an hour."

  "Yes, sir." Trevor smiled. "Thank you, sir."

  "I'll be speaking with you again, soon, Lieutenant."

  Darkhawk turned and began to walk back up the corridor, giving a casual wave over his shoulder as he went. As he walked, the raw ... humanity ... of the conversation he had just had sank in. It was unlike him to go out of his way to make that kind of effort. Is this what Kadann intended by ordering me back into the Navy? Some kind of underhanded attempt to ... to humanize me?
  And again, there was no answer. He smiled. Nice and quiet...
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
January 29, 2008 11:09:28 AM    View the profile of Denethor 
Denethor walked around the command deck making sure that all the system's checks were going alright, so far there were no problems with his ship, and he was happy with that. She'd had a decent career so far, so problems were sure to come up. Fortunately she'd been in dock for a couple months getting upgrades, so any repairs that had needed to happen were most likely already done.

As he crossed from his Tactical Officer's console to his Turbolaser Commander, he glanced out the view screen and noticed that there were no more fighters crossing from the Atrus to their respective frieghters. He glanced at his chrono and it read 0615. This confused him a little, because they were obviously behind schedule. He knew there would be a reason for it, there always was, no matter how dull or extreme it was.

It being the first mission where all three organizations were working together, there were bound to be some snags, and this was the first. They would most likely be departing any minute. Not 10 seconds after Denethor thought this and had reached the Turbolaser Commander, Alexona walked up to him and informed him that Commodore Darkhawk was signaling the mini-fleet. Denethor walked over to the comm. and it was blinking, waiting for a response.

"This is the Ferrum Umbra," Denethor said into the comm, "Ready for transmission"

"Good," his voice crackled over the comm, "We have all the ship commanders now. Coordinates for the jump will be coming over now"

Denethor looked at his Nav Officer and he gave him a nod indicating that he had the hyperspace coordinates.

"Everyone ready for the jump to hyperspace?" Darkhawk asked

A series of "Checks" came over the comm.

"On my mark. Three. Two. One. Mark."

Denethor looked out the view screen and saw the stars begin to expand and space shifted into the swirl of blues, purples, and whites that was hyperspace. The jump to Volek was about 9 hours, so he turned to Alexona.

"I will be in my office during the trip," he said, "Alert me of any situations."

She saluted him, and he saluted back, released and turned toward his office. As he did he noticed that Alexona had turned profile to him, and he almost tripped over his own feet. He caught himself before anyone could notice and walked into his office.

Did I just check out my XO? Damn, I did. Not good.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant - Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 2, 2008 5:53:14 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
The hyperspace jump to Volek was going to take several hours, so Darkhawk decided to stay in his quarters until they were about to be there. He had radioed up to the bridge and asked Commander Farwhyn to alert him when they were an hour away. From her tone of voice, he could tell disappointment that he would remain on the bridge, but he knew better than to place himself in that situation.
  As he lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, his mind began to wander back across the past few months' events: ever since he had returned to Lopen with Elan, he had felt like his life was no longer under his control ... and that scared him. Even during his most dire moments of confusion and uncertainty, he had been certain that there was a driving force somewhere pushing him toward his own destiny, whatever that may be. What was it his father had once said, in the past? "The will of the Force?"
  Hmph. Maybe.
  He wasn't one to believe in that. He believed in the things he could be sure of ... and recently there had been less and less of those around. Being here, on the Thanatos, was almost comforting. He was in charge, in command, in control of the situation; there would be no one to interrupt his plans this time.
    I hope. He laughed. Having not been blessed by any prophetic glimpses into the future recently, he couldn't be sure what this mission would hold. And he was still trying to figure out what it was that Riel had planned - had the admiral really been captured, or was all this some kind of elaborate test, as Lieutenant Evenson - and Darkhawk himself - had postulated?
  I suppose only time will tell... And with that thought, the commodore drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

*          *          *          *        *        *        *        *          *          *

  The Imperial Star Destroyer Gray Wolf was taking heavy fire from the port side from a pair of Mon Calamari Star Cruisers, but there was nothing Darkhawk could do to help the situation at the moment. There was a squadron of A-Wings that was causing more than its fair share of trouble, and the shields on his TIE Defender were fading from yellow to red.

  "Dammit, Striker, where are you?"

  "Give me a minute, Darkhawk."

  Dammit, Satele, hurry it up. The young pilot threw his starfighter into a sharp, twisted barrel roll. trying desperately to evade the pair of Rebel ships on his tail. The G-forces nearly caused him to black out, and as he came out of the maneuver, he could tell that it had bought him a spare few precious seconds; the A-Wings had not been able to keep up.
  As he began to turn his ship into an attack position, the closer of the two A-Wings exploded in a fiery ball. Grinning to himself, he lined up a shot to finish off the Rebel's wingman, but before he could even pull the trigger on his laser cannons, that A-Wing exploded as well, and a TIE Defender went screaming past his cockpit.

  "Thanks for the help, Striker," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

  "No problem. Watch your back out here, DH. I don't want to lose anyone else."

  "Roger that, One."

  "Alright, let's go see if we can do something to bail out the Admiral."

  Darkhawk turned his fighter back into formation and joined the remainder of Alpha Squadron as they lined up behind their squadron commander. For all the respect he had for the admiral, it was outdone by the respect he had for Maarek Satele. Although he was the Empire's best fighter pilot, the man had no fame outside of the Outer Rim, but Darkhawk was honored and privileged to fly as one of his wingmen.

  He may be the greatest starfighter pilot ever - and one day I'll be able to tell people I served beside him.

*        *        *        *        *        *        *        *        *          *

  "Commodore? Commodore, are you there?"

  Darkhawk awoke with a start. Not another one... Ever since Japheth had reinstated him into the Navy, he had been having dreams about this "Maarek Satele." He thought his memory had healed itself, but this was one piece of the puzzle he could not get to fall into place. It appeared that there was still damage to be undone.
  Or, perhaps, it was just what it seemed - a dream. He slammed a fist against the durasteel wall, frustrated by months and months of the same dilemma - not knowing what was real and what was not.
  Pushing the thoughts aside for a time when he could concentrate more on them, he flicked a switch on his comm. "I'm here, Commander."

  "Oh, sir," Commander Farwhyn answered. "I thought maybe you weren't in your room."

  "Yes, sorry about that. I must have fallen asleep."

  He thought he heard her stifle a giggle, and then, "Well, sir, you wanted me to let you know when we were an hour from exiting hyperspace."

  There was a brief pause. "And?"

  "Well, sir, we're an hour away."

  "Oh, right. Of course." Darkhawk rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He couldn't afford to continue looking like a fool in front of his XO. "I'll be up to the bridge right away."

  "I'm ... looking forward to it, sir," she replied, with just a little too much eagerness in her voice.

  "Darkhawk out," he said curtly. He had to stop this flirty nonsense before it got to be too much of a problem. Or do you? Maybe you're actually enjoying this...

  Sighing, he reached over for his boots and began putting them on. Maybe after this mission I can ask Japheth for an XO that doesn't make me loopy.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 4, 2008 12:53:50 AM    View the profile of Denethor 
During the hyperspace trip to Volek, Denethor spent most of his time in his office, going over the mission and familiarizing himself even more with the weapons systems on this particular Corvette. In its total of 8 years of service, it had been retrofitted with enhanced shields and a 45% stronger hull. It had also been given 4 new turbolasers, which included two dual lasers on either side of the bow in order to defend itself from rear attacks. It still did not have a hangar, so no fighters could be deployed, which meant that Denethor could never take the Ferrum Umbra on its own mission without extreme risk.

Every hour Denethor would make an appearance on the bridge, checking that all systems were go, and that the morale would remain good through the long journey into battle. No one on the bridge had any reservations for this mission because of its connotations. The Executive Officer was in danger and everyone wanted to show the galaxy that no one could mess with the Vast Empire and get away with it. And retribution would come swiftly to anyone that tried.

With three hours before entering back into real space, Denethor entered his office again and sat at his desk. This time he opened a text file message from his brother Otto. He had come back from his exile in the Unknown Regions. It appeared that he had been forced to stay out there longer than he wished due to depleted power cells. Denethor had learned not to worry about his brother a long time ago, but he had to admit, this time with the lack of contact from Otto for 8 months, he began to wonder if his brother, the last family he had, was dead. It was good to know that his brother was ok. In the message Otto informed him that he wasn’t planning on returning to the Army and wished to focus all of his time and energy to the Dark Jedi Order.

    …Darkhawk informs me that you’ve been given a command aboard a Corvette and have been appointed Executive Officer of Pheonix Wing. Congratulations Kam, it’s good to know that you got tired of retirement and are coming back with guns-a-blazing. Hopefully the bar will run well without you. I know that your first mission is going to be a tough one, but try and bring Master Riel back in one piece, and stay safe yourself. Show those pirate scum who their messing with. Get back to me when you’ve gotten back. Good luck, Kam.

        Your Brother


It was always good to know that his brother was happy to know that his life was going well. It was good to know that Otto’s life was going well as well. He closed down the text and dimmed the lights in his office and turned on some soothing Verpine woodwind music. Slowly his eyes became heavy and he slipped into a doze.

He heard the door to his office his open and slowly opened his eyes. Commander San-Creon stood in the doorway and seemed silhouetted by a warm glow behind her. Denethor blinked and San-Creon had stepped through the doorway, exiting the aura. He silently cursed himself for again looking at his XO in any way that was not professional. He would have to work that out after the mission. Right now he needed to focus.

    “Yes Alexona?” he asked.

“We’re at an hour before reentrance to real-space, sir,” she replied, “and Commodore Darkhawk wishes for all captains to double check their ships and make sure we’re ready to go.”

Denethor nodded and began to get up from his chair, when San-Creon gestured for him to remain seated.

    “What is it?” Denethor asked

“We’d actually just finished checking the systems again, but I wanted to let you know what the Commodore had asked for.”

    “Ah, well good job then.”

“Thank you sir,” Was that a blush I just saw cross her face? “Would you like me to let you know when we’re ready to return to real-space?”

    “Yes, let me know when we’re fifteen minutes from the system.”

“Yessir.”

She stepped out of his office and Denethor watched her as she went. The door his closed and he slumped into his chair, sighing. This happened to often. Perhaps, however… He was getting older now and had never had anything truly serious. But as before, that would have to wait until after the mission.

For the next 40 minutes, he stared at the ceiling of his office, and then got up and stepped back onto the command deck before San-Creon came to get him.

With 5 minutes before real-space, Denethor made his way to the center of the bridge and waited for the purple, blue and white to revert to black and white specs.

“Sir, the Commodore in on the comm.” reported his Comm. Officer, PO1 Filhelm

    “Put him on.”

“Captains, we are about to reenter real-space, we may be getting the drop on a defensive fleet, so be prepared for battle. Once we revert to real-space, our task is to distract whatever enemy force we may encounter so that Viper’s freighter can then jump further into the system. See you on the other side”

From behind him he heard the low voice of his Nav Officer, PO1 Sckreal, count down to real space.

“…. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2…”

And the vortex of hyperspace slowed and changed to black. Low and to starboard a small orb the size of a marble, that was the planet Volek, could be seen. An alarm quickly began blaring and his tactical officer swung in his direction.

“Enemy fleet in Sector 12!”

His eyes quickly shifted to the area of the viewport that Sector 12 would be. What he saw didn’t worry him, it was a small fleet of pirate freighters and one Corellian Frigate that was older than the Empire itself.

“Raise shields and power up all turbo batteries”

He heard the crackle of Darkhawk’s voice over the comm. “Scramble fighters and move into Gamma formation.”

Denethor was quickly confused, Gamma formation only incorporated 4 ships attacking, protecting one disable vessel.

He swung his attention to PO1 Hagen, who was already looking at him and opening his mouth to speak. “The Nemhain’s shields are gone and her engines are running at 25%, she is falling back in the formation. She must have reverted before the rest of the Task Force and been overwhelmed by the Pirate Fleet. But, we just recieved a message from Viper Squardon’s freighter, they made it to orbit without any problems.”

    “Thank you Hagen,” he turned to his turbolaser commander, PO2 Zental, “Target the closest enemy ship and open all batteries on it.”

“Yessir!” he said and turned to his console

Denethor turned toward the viewport and took in the situation around him. He could see the first small explosions of starfighter dogfights. Nazgul was getting its first kills of the mission. He missed being behind the controls of a TIE, but on the bridge of a Corvette, he could cause more damage. With one Corvette down, the mission just got a little more interesting.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant - Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 7, 2008 9:58:49 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
A quick glance over the situation showed Darkhawk that they were up against a significantly larger force than had originally been anticipated. The pirates didn't possess any ships larger than a Corellian Corvette, but they had over a dozen small warships patrolling the air space above Votek. Darkhawk spotted an old Corellian Frigate at the heart of the formation, flanked by four Discril Attack Cruisers, an Escort Carrier, and eight or nine medium freighters.
  Commander Farwhyn turned to him with a frown on her face before he could even bark out the first order. "Sir, we've got a problem."

  "What is it, Commander?"

  "It appears that the Nemhain came out of hyperspace a few minute before the rest of the fleet. They've taken heavy damage and are pulling back out of the fight."

  Great, one corvette gone thanks to a stupid mistake. I told Trevor something like this was going to happen; I'm just glad the ship is still operational. He wasn't too concerned, but this was just like playing Dejarik - you never wanted to lose one of your pieces before you'd even gotten to make your first move.

  "Anything else to report?"

  "It appears that the Minotaur made it down planetside safely yesterday, sir. We've been unable to raise any members of Viper Squadron yet, but-"

  "-we'll worry about that later," he interjected. "It's enough to know that they've successfully infiltrated the planet." She opened her mouth as if to say the obvious, but he barreled on through. "I would know if they'd come to any harm, Commander."

  She gave him a puzzled look, but thought it better not to ask any questions. "Very well, then. Orders, sir?"

  He nodded. "Open a comm channel to the rest of the fleet." As soon as he was sure everyone was listening, he began directing the battle as best as he knew how. "All ships: scramble fighters and move into Gamma formation." There was no response from the ship captains; they each knew what his job was. The plan had been to work in pairs: Denethor and Willtconq on one side, Arturus and Tokijin on the other, and Darkhawk punching a hole right down the middle of the enemy's formation.
  Of course, that had all changed now. Gamma formation meant that each ship captain was to head off on his own; it was a triangular attack formation - each corvette would attack from its own side in an attempt to splinter the enemy force.
  In the meantime, the Thanatos would hang back and see what happened. If the corvettes were doing okay, then Darkhawk was likely to push straight into the middle to take on the biggest threat - the enemy frigate. If things didn't go so well, though...
  I'll think about that later.

  "Commander Farwhyn, a private channel to the Nemhain, please. HoloNet."

  "Aye, aye, sir." She gave him a wink and a head nod; she knew what was coming."

  A moment later Darkhawk found himself face to face with Master Chief Petty Officer Tokijin's shimmering blue projection. She was doing her best to keep a determined look on her face, but he could tell that she wasn't looking directly at him, but off to the side instead. Even over the HoloNet she didn't want to look him in the eyes. I don't blame her.
  Over the past few moments he had been debating how best to handle the situation. A few months ago, he would've gone off in a fiery rage, maybe worse. The past few days, though, he had been doing his best to go through his memories and absorb everything he could about the man whose footsteps he was trying to follow in. The man he - and his superiors - hoped to learn more about once this mission was over and done with.
  Well, here goes - my best Thrawn imitation.

  "Officer Tokijin."

  "Sir?"

  "Would you mind please explaining what happened just now?"

  "Well, sir, we came out of hyperspace a bit prematurely, and-"

  "-that much I know, Officer." He frowned, just a little. Just enough for her to understand his disappointment. "What I want to know, is why?"

  "A ... a ... miscommunication, sir. I can explain the details later, but ... I ... I will accept full responsibility for it."

  She braced for the worst, but he was not ready to let the hammer fall. Not yet.

  "Understood, Officer. Your ship's actions have completely altered the scope of the battlefield and how I can progress in this operation as we move forward. I hope you understand that."

  "Yes, sir." She lowered her head slightly, but somehow he got the sense that she wasn't entirely ashamed of what had happened.

  "Stay behind the Thanatos until your shields have recovered to full strength. We'll keep the enemy attackers away from you. Once you're back to fighting status, we'll see what kind of damage you can do, broken engines or not."

  "Yes, sir. Looking forward to getting back out there, sir."

  "I look forward to seeing you do something positive," he replied, curtly. With that, he motioned to his XO to cut the transmission.

  The lieutenant commander walked over and stood beside him. "A bit more lenient than I thought you were going to be, sir," she stated matter-of-factly.

  She sure isn't one to hide what she's thinking. He grinned. I like that in a woman. She smiled back, and he quickly wiped the grin off of his face.

  Trying to avoid having to say anything, he walked a little closer to the main viewport to surmise what was happening in the battle. The Cerberus was engaged with a pair of Discril cruisers, as was the Ferum Umbra. That meant that the Zar'rok was being hounded by most of the small freighters, but so far Willtconq was managing to hold his own. Darkhawk had read up on all of his captains, and both Art and Will had some small experience ordering capital ships into battle before. It was apparent now, as the Task Force was holding up quite nicely.
  Even Denethor is holding his own out there. Darkhawk was pleased to see a fellow Aegis Squadron pilot proving why they had been the best of the best once upon a time. Of course, he thought, things are going to get messy once that frigate decides which of my ships to attack.
  So far, the frigate was holding back, unsure of which target to go after first. Its ship captain must have realized that the Thanatos was only staying out of the fight in order to keep Toki's ship out of harm's way. The pirates wouldn't attack the strike cruiser head on until they had managed to knock some of the lesser ships out of action.
  Which means they're playing right into my hands. He fought back the urge to smile.
  The escort carrier was hanging back, too, having already launched all three squadrons of its fighters. The fighters were patrolling the space around the frigate; even they were unsure of who to attack. Darkhawk didn't even need to look at the monitors below him to tell what kind of fighters they were: R-41 Starchasers. Used by pirates across the galaxy, they were somewhat similar to the Republic's Y-Wing fighters, except they weren't as well-shielded and lacked a true bomber's payload.
  Well, let's give them someone to chase around out there.

  "Commander, have you picked up Riel's ship yet?"

  "Affirmative, sir, we just picked Furious One's ID a moment ago."

  "Excellent. Then, let's give Nazgul Squadron the go ahead to launch. Tell them to head straight for Riel's ship; no funny business."

  "Roger, sir." She turned to give the orders, and he hoped that the Nazgul pilots would listen. He was sure that Trevor had already told them the same thing, but the last thing they needed right now was any of the Nazguls getting carried away and trying to dogfight with the pirates. They needed every last one of those pilots alive onboard the Furious One for the next part of the mission.

  Commander Farwhyn turned back to him, her blue eyes flashing. He did his best suppress the little voice in the back of his head that was blabbing about how pretty those eyes were. "Nazgul is beginning to launch as we speak."

  "Good. Send word to Lieutenant Breeden, too, if you don't mind, and tell him to keep his pilots on stand-by."

  "Sir?"

  He originally hadn't wanted Devil Squadron involved at all, but...

  "I know it looks like we have the situation under control, but you can never be too careful. Wouldn't you agree, Commander?"

  "Ah. Yes, better safe than sorry, sir. I'll send word to the lieutenant right away."

  Darkhawk nodded. However, it wasn't the need to feel "better safe than sorry" that had made him change his mind about having the Devil Squadron pilots prepared to launch at a moment's notice. As soon as his XO had said that they had picked up on the Furious One's ID, he began to get a strange feeling
  It was nothing firm, nothing to get him too worried, and yet...
  He closed his eyes, concentrated, and reached out as he had done so many countless times before. Try as he might, he couldn't figure out what the cause of the feeling was, but now he was that much more sure of it.
  Something - something - was not right on Votek.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 9, 2008 2:43:28 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
As the deck at his feet shuddered, Denethor was glad that the Ferrum Umbra had been given stronger defenses its last time at port. The multiple new turbolasers came in handy as well. His ship was being flanked by two Discril Class Cruisers. They were mainly assault vessels whose best defense was shear numbers. They had minimal shields and a light hull. Even though each vessel was only getting half the Umbra’s payload, their defense readings were already drastically low. These pirates obviously took on small defenseless citizens.

Reports were coming in every minute or so, and the shields were holding up well.

“Sir,” PO1 Hagen said and Denethor looked to him, “Nazgul Squadron has launched and is slipping through the enemy defenses.”

    “Good,” Denethor replied, “At least something is going right.”

A small flash of light directed his attention back to the view screen. The cruiser on the starboard side had a small flare of flame coming out its midsection, and the Umbra’s turbolasers kept pounding it. Quickly more holes were becoming visible in the cruiser’s hull. Soon its midsection ripped apart and the ship fell away in two pieces.

    “Helm,” Denethor said as he shifted his gaze to the port side cruiser, “Maneuver to the position to attack that cruiser with the most turbolasers. Zental, open all available batteries on that cruisers bridge.”

Two “yessirs” were audible as the other cruiser quickly drifted directly into the center of his viewport. More red streaks flew into the cruiser and it began to pull away from combat. Denethor was in too bad of a mood to be merciful and let the turbolasers continue to pound into the vessel as it tried to run. Its engines exploded and a chain reaction of explosions ran through the rest of the small vessel and it blasted into pieces.

“Sir,” Hagen said again, “The Cerberus is just dispatching its last cruiser as well, we’re being approached by two more medium freighters.”

    “Blast them out of the sky”

“Sir,” Filhelm called, “Commodore on the comm. again.”

    “Put him on”

“Denethor,” Darkhawk said, “Once we’ve taken out the rest of the medium class freighters, there’s only 5 of them left, and you’ve got two, band up with the Cerberus and Zar’rok and advance on that frigate. Me and the Thanatos will take out that Escort Carrier and then join you three to take out the frigate. The Nemhain will attack the Escort cruiser with me, and join you when she's ready.”

    “Yessir,” the comm. clicked off and Denethor turned to the crew, “You heard the man. Comm., keep contact with the Cerberus and Zar’rok and coordinate an attack on that frigate.”
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant
Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Phoenix Wing Executive Officer

Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 11, 2008 6:46:18 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
The comm. snapped off and Denethor swung toward the view port, going over strategies in his head on how to best rid the playing board of the two medium freighters that were heading their way, and how to do it quickly. One of them was an HT-2200, and the other was a VCX-820. The 2200 would be the easier of the two, it was the more lightly armed of the two, and had weaker shields. And then he had it

    “Helm,” he bellowed, “Take us on a direct course toward that VCX-820.” Sckreal nodded and turned to his console. “Zental, I want 65% of our batteries focused on that VCX, and the other 35% at the HT-2200. Make sure it feels the hurt of one of our dual canons though, I want to make quick work of these two.”

“Aye”

He could feel the ship accelerating and the VCX slowly moved into the center of the view screen, red bolts zipping back and forth between the two vessels, faint shudders told him that the shields were holding, and they weren’t going to lose their grip anytime soon. The same could not be said for his foes however.

Within 30 seconds they were on top of the VCX freighter, pounding it into oblivion. The 2200 was taking potshots at their engines, but was causing very little damage. Soon the 2000 was turning away from the fight, oozing with battle scars. This time, Denethor would let them go, they were the lesser of two evils, and the bigger needed to be dispatched.

    “Ignore the 2200, let them go lick their wounds, focus all batteries on the VCX, and show it no mercy.”

Before he could even begin to enjoy watching the barrage of turbolaser fire on the small freighter, its shields gave way and holes started ripping through its hull, opening whole sections to vacuum. He could see druids, furniture, even a few pirate corpses, being sucked into the void. And then their guns stopped firing, and not two seconds later, the vessel exploded.

Out of the fireball came a small flight of mix-matched fighters. Denethor saw an old X-Wing, two Y-Wings, and a Z-95 Headhunter. Their lasers were blaring toward the Ferrum Umbra as they broke into formation. Zental immediately directed all fire at the makeshift squadron. The crew looked to him to see if he would stay and direct all attention to this mix-matched quartet, or move on and take them out as he went. He would choose the latter.

    “Sckreal, put us on a course to rendezvous with the Zar’rok, Zental, keep firing at that pathetic excuse for a squadron, and let them follow us into their own oblivion. Filhelm, what’s the status of the Cerberus and the Zar’rok?”

“The Zar’rok is engaged with two of the other medium freighters, one of which is barely kicking, and the other seems to be putting up a good fight. The Cerberus is engaged with the last medium freighter and two small squadrons of Pirate snub fighters.”

    “And the Thanatos? How are she and the Nemhain holding up?”

“The Thanatos is obviously taking the brunt of the attack, but the Nemhain’s weapons were not damaged much in their early entrance, so she’s helping pretty well, none of them seem to be in much danger.”

    “Good,” Denethor said as he glanced at the tactical screen and saw one of the four red blips encircling his ship blink out of existence, “Stay on course to the Zar’rok, once we’re within ranged, open up the dual cannons on the weaker freighter.” He kept his gaze on the tactical screen and another red blip blink out. Minus the early foul-up, this mission wasn’t going half bad.

A minute later the other two fighters were floating off into space in countless pieces, and the Umbra was attacking the small freighter, it was another 2200, this captain was obviously more ambitious, and it was going to get him killed. Overwhelmed, the vessel began to turn and run, but its bridge exploded and the ship began to drift into empty space. The Umbra and the Zar’rok turned their attention to the other freighter and began pummeling it. This was a YV-929 Armed Freighter, so its shields were almost as good as his own. As he watched the freighter’s defenses weaken, he heard his XO pipe up from behind him

“Sir,” she said from the tactical officer’s station, “One of the fighter squadrons that was attacking the Cerberus has broken off and is heading our way, with the Cerberus on their heels”

    “Wonderful,” Denethor said sarcastically, “Open a line to the Zar’rok.” Within seconds he Willtconq’s voice crackle over the comm.

        “Yes Denethor?”

    “Art’s chasing the last of one of the fighter squadrons, and their heading this way. Can you handle this freighter while we sandwich these Pirate pilots in?”

        “We’ll be fine, I’ll let you know if we need more help.”

    “Good, Denethor out”

The Umbra maneuvered its way into the squadron’s flight plan and opened fire, causing the pilots to careen back towards the Cerberus. They were like fish caught in a net, nowhere to go, no chance of survival. They tried anyway, firing missiles into the fray, a couple even crashed into each other, making the Imperial’s work so much easier. Within 5 minutes the squadron was destroyed, and as the Umbra and Cerberus were turning toward the Zar’rok the medium freighter was falling, bursting with flames. And like a small flock of birds, the three Corvettes turned in unison toward the Corellian Frigate, who was already advancing, letting loose two large squadrons of fighters, like bats coming out of a cave to feed.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant
Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Phoenix Wing Executive Officer

Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 11, 2008 8:22:32 PM    View the profile of Tokijin 
OOC:
I'm sorry for my inactivity. If there are any problems with it, please tell me.


Tokijin sat in her brand new office, staring at her desk, hands folded, chin resting on the support of her hands. Deep in thought, her eyebrows furrowed and she let out a short, quiet, exasperated moan. ”Nobody on this ship! Not a one.” She was thinking about the reactions of her crew when she first presented herself. Of course she had been shaking in her boots, but she let on the façade that she was a brave, good strong captain. She didn’t seem to give that impression though. Toki sighed and sat back in her chair again, picking at the forms and notes from briefings in front of her. The internal battle that was racking away at her insides seemed worse than the one that was going to happen on the outside. The fact that she was a young, inexperienced, low ranking captain did not help her at all. She hadn’t been on her ship that long either. How could she gain control? Respect?

She tried to act strong, but she can’t hold up that act forever. If time was kind, she would become strong rather than pretending to be. But she would strive to do her best during this mission. She would prove to everyone that she could do this right. . .But is that all this was? Proving herself to strangers? Why did she allow herself to undergo this task These were her petty complaints. She wanted nothing more than to forget everything that raged inside her. She had a job to do. Whether or not she wanted to now, she agreed to this, and Tokijin was going to try and do it well. Riel would soon find out whether it was smart or not to put her on the Task Force. She was hoping to prove that it was.

She stood up and smoothed down the front of her uniform before taking a glance around her office, making sure everything was in order. The door opened before her, and she stepped out into the hall. She was headed towards the bridge. They were in hyperspace soon to go into battle. They still had about an hour left before her ship, the Nemhain would enter its first battle. Anxiety and fear were a dark cloud looming in the back of her mind.
Captain
As she walked onto the bridge, only a few acknowledged her presence, and they met her with a glance full of resentment, but a couple held pity in their eyes. It was the pity she hated the most.

She ignored their glances as her Executive Officer 1st Lieutenant Burin Tull approached her from the sidelines somewhere. He had already established the fact that he had no liking for her whatsoever. His voice was hinted with sarcasm, annoyed with the fact that he had to be the XO of captain at a lower rank than he. Tokijin completely understood why he acted this way, and just tried to ignore it. She knew she was incompetent and inexperienced, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it.

He saluted briefly and dove into business without waiting for a return salute. “Commodore Darkhawk requested a ship check not a minute before you walked on Captain. I gave the order and all systems are running smoothly; there is approximately 56 minutes until we reenter real space.”

“Thank you Lieutenant.” She nodded, dismissing him back to his duties. She steadied her breathing and rested her cupped hands into the small of her back, trying to look like the captain that these people, her crew, deserved. Tokijin ran the battle plan through her head over and over again. Her nerves were beginning to take a told on her; she was having trouble controlling her expression. She didn’t think there was much more she could do so she hurried back to her office where she would wait for another thirty minutes, and let her composure drop in the sanctity of her private room.

She returned to the bridge with twenty-five minutes until they left hyperspace. The bridge was silent with apprehension. The minutes began passing faster than Tokijin wanted them to. Before she realized what was happening they were preparing to return to real space. Her heart began pounding in her ears, and a large lump rose in Tokijin’s throat.

“Leaving hyperspace. . .Now!” Tokijin’s eyes darted around the still space. Something wasn’t right. . .

“Captain! The other ships haven’t left hyperspace yet! We’re early!” A string of swear words exploded in her head. Where the hell did I go wrong? Her ship wasn’t designed to go into battle alone. The pirates that waited for them wouldn’t have seemed like much , but outnumbered like this she didn’t stand a chance.

“Take defensive action! Raise shields and begin retreat! Contact the Thanatos! Now!” The bridge began to buzz with activity but it didn’t take long before the enemy took advantage of their current state. Tokijin’s heart sunk as she realized she left everyone down before the battle had even begun.

Red lights flashed around her, beacons of light to her failure. The enemy sent their forces out and before long the ship had no shields and only 30% of their engines left. Each hit to the ship was a hit to her heart, and the overall morale of the ship. They were done.

“Orders Captain?”

‘Captain’ Tokijin gazed hard at the screens for a moment as the blasted pirates returned to their former formation, waiting for the other ships they knew would come. Within seconds of each other the other captains came “Get us out of the way, and behind the other ships. We can’t do much else now. Just work on getting those shields back up.” She kept a hard face. She knew what was coming next.

“Ma’am, incoming transmission from the Thanatos.” She nodded and went to face what she knew would be her doom.

  "Officer Tokijin."

  "Sir?" She wanted him to spit it out. She knew she was a failure. She wanted him to point that out to her as soon as possible.

  "Would you mind please explaining what happened just now?"

  "Well, sir, we came out of hyperspace a bit prematurely, and-" She stared hard off to the side. She didn’t want to look at the man she let down, a symbol of her inability to do her job three minutes into the fight.

  "-that much I know, Officer. What I want to know, is why?" She held back the reflex to flinch and forced her words out.

  "A ... a ... miscommunication, sir. I can explain the details later, but ... I ... I accept full responsibility for it." She held her breath, waiting for him to yell, or something more than the reaction she got.

  "Understood, Officer. Your ship's actions have completely altered the scope of the battlefield and how I can progress in this operation as we move forward. I hope you understand that."

  "Yes, sir." She wished he would yell and scream at her. This…sort of calmness was much, much worse. She wouldn’t let her almost perfected acting fail her and kept up the appearance that she didn’t feel as horrible as she actually did.

  "Stay behind the Thanatos until your shields have recovered to full strength. We'll keep the enemy attackers away from you. Once you're back to fighting status, we'll see what kind of damage you can do, broken engines or not."

"Yes, sir. Looking forward to getting back out there, sir."

"I look forward to seeing you do something positive.” So do I sir. So do I. She turned around to face the crew she let down; every eye was on her. Too many; too many people who thought this ship and this mission would do better off without her. She almost agreed.

“Get back to work, please.” Her voice was quiet, almost defeated. But her eyes contradicted the sound of her voice; she stared fiercely ahead. And continue on ahead she would.
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Denethor
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 12, 2008 5:01:50 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
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Good to see you Tokijin, good post.



The two squadrons streaked toward the Corvette trio, they were made up mostly of beat up A-Wings and X-Wings, with 4 or 5 Z95 Headhunters, and 2 or 3 B-Wings. Most of these ships looked old enough to be from the beginning of the Galactic Civil War, or even older. There were about 30 fighters in all headed their way. The three ships kept an open comm. signal and Arturus spoke up, being the highest ranked in the trio, he technically would be the one to give orders.

    "Ok," his voice crackled, "Break into Delta formation, engage those fighters, and keep moving until we're just out of weapons range of the frigate."

Delta formation was built for odd numbered groups of ships between 3 and 12 in number. The ships formed a triangle with the strongest of the vessels out at the lead. Denethor checked the tactical screen and saw that the Umbra was just barely the best in shape ship out of the three, with the Cerberus at a close second. The Ferrum Umbra's sheilds were holding strong at 65%, while the Cerberus's were at 55%. The Zar'rok followed with 40%, but they were steadily climbing back up. However, her hull integrity read 80% at the rear. It appeared that in the last scirmish, her rear deflector sheild had failed briefly, and her engines had succoned to a small amount of turbolaser fire.

The Umbra pulled ahead to the head of the formation and the two forces screamed toward each other. Soon, laser bolts were flying through open space at the opposing forces. Seconds later the three Corvettes clashed with the 30 or so fighters like a man diving into a sea. Small explosions riddle the space around them as missles impacted with sheilds, and the first of the fighters began to fall. Soon, an X-Wing flew past the viewscreen, having made a pass along the length of the Umbra. This caused Denethor's right hand to start twitching. As he steadied it, he knew that it was his subconcious, his now primal instinct clawing its way out. He wanted to be in a cockpit, he hands on the yoke, chasing after that fighter. He shook it off, so much of his career had been as a pilot, he'd led flights, squadrons, even battles, but now was thetime to step up and be a Captain. That was his duty now, he could not let his old job get the best of him.

He watched the fighter squadrons and noted their surpising skill. Then he realized something vital to their mission: these fighters, and their pilots, were the best that the pirates had to offer. And that meant only one thing - this was their fleet, their only off-planet defense. The Nehmain's early arrival must have drawn all their defenses to it, and the TFA was making pretty short work of the fleet. He spun towards the comm. station.

    "Filhelm," he barked, "Get the Commodore on the horn. Leave up the connection with Arturus and Willtconq though, they're going to want to hear this, too."

****************************************************

Not five minutes later, Denethor had finished explaining his epiphany, and once Tokijin had confirmed that shortly after her arrival, the full force of what they had been fighting had jumped into the sector, and had begun pummeling her ship. This mistake was slowly turning in their favor, and everyone else knew it too.

"Alright," Darkhawk said," This cruiser is as good as dead in a few minutes, Tokijin and I will be over ASAP to help you three with that frigate, take out the rest of the fighters and swoop in on her. When we're all done with that, we'll jump in-system, but be ready just in case Denethor's theory is wrong. Thanatos out."

Denethor returned his attention to the battle. There were only a large handful of fighters left fighting, the numbers had dwindled drastically since he had contacted the Commodore. It also appeared that the Corellain Frigate was starting its sluggish way towards the three Corvettes, obviously trying to get within weapons ranged while they were distracted by its dwindling fighter force. A few minutes later, the fighters had dwindled to 4, and the frigate was just getting within weapons range. Its turbolaser batteries started opening up on the Corvette trio, and the pirate fighters began banking away, making sure not to get hit by their ally's weapons and they fleed for their lives.

Immediatly the Corvettes focused all of their fire power on the frigate, determined to take it out before it even got close to them.

"Captain," Filhelm spoke up, "Commodore just commed, the cruiser's destroyed, the Thanatos and Nemhain are on their way."

Denethor nodded and turned back to the viewscreen smiling. Time was short for the ship before him, short indeed.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant
Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Phoenix Wing Executive Officer

Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 17, 2008 3:42:48 PM    View the profile of Denethor 
The Ferrum Umbra sped forward with the Cerberus and the Zar’rok at its flanks, all guns blazing at the old Corellian Frigate. The ship may have been out numbered, but its guns were close to matching their own. Its shields were also holding pretty well. The ship rocked as a powerful turbolaser crashed into its mid-section.

San-Creon piped up at his side, “Our shields are down to 55% now with that hit. If we stick on this path for 10 more minutes, we’re going to be in trouble.”

Denethor nodded and turned to stroll over to the comm. console. He spoke into the mic to the other 4 ship captains.
    “Art and Willt,” he said, “We need to change our defense pattern, pull up even with me and then surround the frigate. We need to collapse its shields from as many sides as possible. The Thanatos and Nemhain need to join in that same pattern when they get here.”

There was no audible response, just the two ships behind him moving forward, all three still pummeling the frigate. This move would force the frigate to refocus its energies to multiple fronts, both weapons and defenses. And once the other two ships got there, even more energies would need to be diverted.

Within a few minutes the Thanatos and the Nemhain arrived, moving to the rear of the frigate, and coming up along side the Ferrum Umbra respectively. With double the firepower attacking its bow, the shields quickly gave way, and the two Corvettes focused all of their batteries at the bridge.

Throughout the entire vessel small fires were burning through its hull. Denethor looked at the tactical screen and at the stats of the frigate, its engines were almost completely gone now that the Thanatos was pouring all of its payload into them.

Suddenly the frigate stopped firing. This slightly puzzled Denethor, but he was sure there was an explanation. On cue, the comm. buzzed on and a gruff voice rang through.
    “This is Captain Wolrang, please cease firing, we surrender!”

At once the Thanatos stopped firing, and the Corvettes followed suit.

    “Captains,” Darkhawk said, “Move toward the planet, we’re leaving these pirates to lick their wounds, we’ve just received word that Viper is blocked off from leaving the planet by a small force in orbit, we need to go take care of that”

The Thanatos’s thrusters kicked on and it started toward the planet. The four Corvette’s turned and followed their flagship into another battle.
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Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Phoenix Wing Executive Officer

Vast Empire Navy
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"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 18, 2008 10:28:49 PM    View the profile of Darkhawk 
The long-range sensors on the Thanatos were not strong enough to determine what kind of forces were blockading Viper Squadron, but Darkhawk had ... other ... means of sensing what kind of last-ditch efforts their enemy would be making.
  After a few minutes of meditation back in his quarters, he had returned to the bridge. He opened up a HoloNet link to his ship captains and let them know what they were up against:

  "The pirate forces appear to have launched two squadrons of Z-95 Headhunters, which are patrolling air space above the spaceport. Viper Squadron could probably punch their way through eventually, but I want this to be as quick and easy as possible, so we're going to lend them a hand."

  "Is that it?" Denethor asked. His blue image flashed a grin. "Piece of cake, sir."

  "It would appear that they also have a pair of Dreadnaughts orbiting the planet."

  "Dreadnaughts?" Arturus piped up. He had been fairly quiet so far throughout the entire mission. It was hard to tell, but Darkhawk thought the man looked exhausted. I should have paid more attention to my captain's health before the mission started. He made a mental note to pay a little more attention to his direct subordinates before he went into battle next time.

  "Why didn't Intel know about this?" That was Willtconq. He'd done a fair job of commanding the Zar'rol so far, but Darkhawk had been a little disappointed in how long it had taken him to wipe out the two freighters he had been engaging. The lieutenant had shown a tendency to overuse his starboard turbolasers, and was compensating for it by draining power from his shields. Against freighters it was no problem; however, if they had to tangle with a pair of capital ships, it would be leaving his ship defenseless.

  "Intel didn't know much of anything about this pirate fleet, Lieutenant. If you had carefully read the briefing, you should have been able to surmise that." Turning his attention back to Denethor's image, Darkhawk continued his mini-briefing. "I feel I have no choice but to launch Devil Squadron. I want them to mop up the rest of the pirate starfighters hanging around out here, and then make their way over to the Furious One and provide Nazgul Squadron with a little cover as they make their way back to the Thanatos."

  "Don't you think they'd be more useful helping us tangle with those dreadnaughts, sir?" Denethor asked. Darkhawk could tell his old squadron mate was anxious to get out there and shoot down some pirates himself. It's going to take him some time to get used to his new position. Well ... I could say the same thing for me.

  "That may be, Lieutenant, but I don't want Nazgul out there on the edge of the system all alone in case something goes wrong. And, besides; a squadron of TIE Interceptors isn't likely to be the deciding point in this battle."

  "Yes, sir."

  "So what's our plan of attack, Commodore?" Arturus seemed to have perked up slightly at the mention of the dreadnaughts. He must have been waiting for the chance to take on a substantial threat.

  "The Zar'rol and Ferrum Umbra will have to deal with those Z-95s. I wish there was another option, but I'm all out of fighter pilots. Once Viper Squadron gets into the air, you should have more than enough firepower to take out two dozen antiques."

  "Clean-up duty, eh?" Denethor asked.

  "I thought you of all people would welcome the chance to blast some fighters out of the sky, Lieutenant," Darkhawk replied, fighting back a smile.

  "Well ... when you put it that way, sir ..."

  "What about the rest of us?" Tokijin asked. Since that little "mistake" at the beginning of the battle, the Nemhain had handled itself quite nicely. Darkhawk was glad to see the Chief Petty Officer holding her own out there. He'd even gone as far as to compliment her gunners for their quick work blasting through the pirates escort carrier's shields.

  "The Cerberus and Nemhain will flank the Thanatos. We're going straight in for those dreadnaughts at full-speed, all guns blazing."

  "You do realize we're outgunned nearly two-to-one, don't you, sir?" That was Commander Farwhyn speaking. She had been standing off to the side, content to listen to the task force commanders debate - at least, until now. Sending the Thanatos in like this probably isn't her idea of a smart thing to do.

  He turned to her with a calm look on his face. He hoped it expressed his confidence in his plan and that it showed none of the anxiety that was hiding somewhere down his stomach. "Are you worried that I'm endangering your ship, Commander?"

  "No, of course not. After all, it's your ship now, sir."

  "Then...?"

  "I just felt it was my job as your executive officer to point out our situation. Even with the corvettes helping us, those dreadnaughts have us seriously outgunned."

  "Yes, and they're also more heavily shielded than we are. I'm well aware of the risks involved, Commander. However," and with that he turned back to the holographic images of his task force commanders, "all we have to do is buy enough time for Viper Squadron to safely make their escape with Rear Admiral Fury in tow. Is that clear?"

  A chorus of "yes sirs" answered him. He was glad to know that they all believed him; or, at the very least, were willing to follow him on a suicide mission.

  "Any word from Officer Tomas yet?" Denethor asked. "Have they freed the admiral yet?"

  "No official word yet, but..." Darkhawk trailed off. He had attempted to contact Riel a few minutes before in his own way, but his old friend had not responded. Nonetheless, the commodore was sure that Riel had been broken out of confinement and was headed back to the rendezvous point, accompanied by two of Viper Squadron's pilots. Why Riel was refusing to speak to him was another matter entirely. And one I don't have time to worry about right now. "...I have a feeling they'll be sending word to us any moment."

  The captains nodded. None of them had questioned how he knew about the enemy forces when their sensors were too far out of range; none of them would question his knowledge of Viper Squadron's actions, either. If the commodore had a few tricks up his sleeve, then it was just the more advantageous for the Vast Imperial forces.

  "Any word from Lieutenant Evenson?" Toki asked. Darkhawk was actually surprised she hadn't spoken up earlier, when he had first mentioned Nazgul Squadron.

  "Only that everyone made it safely aboard the Furious One, but that they were taking fire. Hopefully we'll hear something back from Nazgul soon as well."

  The commodore had never claimed to be an expert at reading lips, but he was pretty sure he caught Officer Tokijin mouth, "I hope so." He didn't like this lack of communication, but it was understandable. He wouldn't even have been worried at all if not for that funny feeling he had had earlier. All he had been able to establish so far was that it had something to do with Riel's ship. But what?

  Pushing the thought out of his mind, he ordered the task force commanders to prepare for battle, and then cut the HoloNet connection. He'd put them back on comm once they got within a few clicks of firing range of the enemy forces. Until then, it was best to maintain radio silence.
  Just as he was about to excuse himself from the bridge to take a quick jaunt down to the 'fresher, he felt a wave of anxiety emanate from across the room. It was so strong that it made him spin on his heels. As he did, his eyes met with Commander Farwhyn's; she did not look pleased whatsoever. The young officer standing behind her seemed just as upset as she did.

  "Is something wrong, Commander?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as cool and steady as ever.

  "Sir, I didn't want to say anything until we had complete confirmation, but ... it would appear that an Imperial Star Destroyer entered the system a couple of minutes ago."

  "Affiliation?" They must not have been friendly, or else she and the ensign beside her wouldn't be so upset.

  "We're not entirely sure. It's a newer IFF signature, but the ship appears to be allied with the Imperial Remnant forces. Maybe somewhere in the Outer Rim?"

  A sudden thought came to the commodore. Or maybe from the Unknown Regions... "Name? Do we have a name of the ship?"

  Before she could answer, the comm officer interrupted. "Sir, we are being hailed by the Imperial Star Destroyer Death's Head. A Captain Harbid wishes to speak with our fleet commander."

  Darkhawk took a deep breath. If Captain Harbid was the brash lieutenant he had flown with years before during the Harkov campaign, this could be the break the Vast Empire had been looking for. Trying to remain as calm as possible, he turned to the comm officer. "Open the channel. Let me speak to him."
  So much hinges on this conversation. If I can find out anything, anything at all, then this whole mission will have been so much more than just a rescue operation. The commodore knew that the High Council - and others - were depending on him, and he was not about to disappoint.
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  RE: Task Force Alpha: Search and Rescue
February 27, 2008 8:16:26 AM    View the profile of Denethor 
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Sorry this is a day late, yesterday got really crazy and I didn't get online almost all day



Dreadnaughts. Why did it have to be Dreadnaughts? Where the hell did these pirate assholes get Dreadnaughts? Four Corvettes and a Frigate against one Dreadnaught was challenge enough, but two Corvettes and a Frigate against two Dreadnaughts? This was going to be interesting.
Denethor tried to calm his nerves by telling himself that the other captains didn’t have to destroy the Dreadnaughts, just keep them busy enough while the Umbra and the Zar’rok took out the swarm of fighters keeping Viper in atmosphere. Denethor knew that they needed to make this quick, to give Darkhawk, Arturus, and Tokijin a chance.

“Comm.,” he said as he spun on his heel, “Get me a line to the Zar’rok of there isn’t already one open.”

Filhelm didn’t respond but swung at his console to check the status of their connection to the Zar’rok, turned back and gave his commander a thumbs up.

“Captain Willtconq.” Denethor said into the air.

    “Yes Captain Denethor?” he replied

“The quickest way we’re going to take out those fighters is to make a quick jump just out of orbit and flank the enemy from both sides, sandwiching them in and make our way toward each other. That way they’ll have no chance to scatter away from us. They’ll have only one way to go, and that’s out of system, leaving Viper open to flee the planet. Sound like a plan?”

    “Sounds good. Got the jump coordinates?”

“Sending them to you now,” Denethor nodded to PO1 Sckreal who quickly worked out the best exit point and shot it over to the Zar’rok

    “Got ‘em. Whenever you’re ready.”

“SIR!!” Denethor swung at his XO, on the left hand side of the bridge at the tactical officer’s console, a look of rage and fear in his eyes.

“What is it Commander?” he managed to grind through his teeth.

She quivered a bit under the angry look that could have incinerated her had it been a weapon. “Umm... Imp… Imperial Star Destroyer just entered in system, non-VE affiliated. Doesn’t appear hostile so far though. No reaction from the Thanatos yet either.” A light to his right started flashing, and San-Creon crossed to the comm. officer. “Commodore Darkhawk addressing the Task Force now, sir.”

    “Gentlemen, and lady,” he said authoritatively, “An old friend of mine has stopped in to view the show, they mean us no harm, do not attack. I will explain after we’re done here.”

And with that, the comm. went silent.
Ok…
Denethor turned back to the task at hand.

“Willt, you still ready?”

    “And waiting”

“On my mark. 3… 2… 1… Mark.”

The stars expanded and swirled in his view screen. Seconds later they returned to normal and the screen was filled with a bright glow from the blue and green planet below. He could see the Dreadnaughts rounding the planet, and then three other vessels jumped into orbit and cut off the Dreadnaughts.

“Godspeed,” Denethor whispered as the far off battle moved out of his viewport and the multiple pirate squadrons came into view. He could already see laser-bolts flying through the fray, this meant that Viper was already engaging the enemy.

Good group of pilots, even in the face of being entirely outnumbered, they don’t give up. Can’t wait to get back to Abrae and begin my duties as Phoenix Executive Officer and lead these guys.

Denethor had been in talks with Line Captain Shazam, Phoenix Commander, about becoming his XO before they left, but he hadn’t been appointed just yet, but they had decided that it would happen once he returned from this mission.

Currently the Umbra and the Zar’rok were aimed directly into the fray, to each other’s port and starboard respectively. Denethor nodded at Sckreal, and he turned the vessel to starboard and the Zar’rok pulled off to its port, and they began to sandwich in the enemy.

Denethor turned to Zental, “Open all batteries into that mess once we’re in range, and be careful not to hit any of Viper, I want to keep them for a while.” He said this last bit with a smirk and Zental turned to his console with a glint in his eye.

“Filhelm,” he said as he turned to the opposite side of the bridge, “Cycle through all comm. frequencies for the Viper battle comm. then give the frequency to the Zar’rok if they haven’t found it already.”

Within seconds their turbolasers were blasting away unshielded enemy fighters, turning the tables of survival in Viper’s favor. Denethor turned once again to Filhelm, who quickly flipped a switch and immediately Denethor could hear an extremely excited “Whoop!” indicating that they had found the right channel, and Viper was glad to see some reinforcements.
Kam "Denethor" Vox
2nd Lieutenant
Captain of Corellian Corvette Ferrum Umbra
Phoenix Wing Executive Officer

Vast Empire Navy
WX/CCAP/2Lt. Denethor/CVT Ferrum Umbra/Phoenix 1-2/VEN/VE(=A=)(=SA=)(=FOCE=)[LoR][LSM]
"Only the dead have seen the end of war." -Plato
Every drop of blood. Every bitter tear. Every bead of sweat. I live for this.
[This message has been edited by Denethor (edited February 28, 2008 11:21:29 AM)]
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