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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 10, 2009 19:09:08 GMT
The squadron of warships left Nubian territorial space and headed past the Imperial Borders. They headed deep inside Empire territory until finally getting a series of blips on their scanners, beginning to intercept them. The squadron diverted to starboard quickly, but their trajectory couldn't be moved fast enough. Soon enough, they were approached and the squadron slowed down back to normal cruising speed. With Coalition markers wiped off and transponders showing them to be civilian craft, they were, officially at least, a renegade group. They had slowed to normal speed, but already computers were simulating the best possible exit vector before actually being surrounded deep in foreign territory.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 10, 2009 19:16:45 GMT
4th Hunter Batallion
010 Ion Frigates
020 Mk. I Victory Class SD
100 Carrack Cruisers
130 Starblaze Lancers
100 Crusader-Class Corvettes
500 TIE Fighters
The 4th Hunter Batallion was patrolling the Corellian Sector. Suddenly, readings started to become strange:
"Commodore, we are recieving readings that an unknown fleet is travelling at hyperspace speed through the Corellian Sector. They'll be passing us in a few moments, what shall we do?"
"Ignite all gravity wells. We'll see how tough they really are!" The Commodore was not brilliant, but he was well known for putting up a valiant fight and surviving battles that he really shouldn't have survived.
The enemy fleet appeared suddenly. There was complete comm. silence, and the Imperials began to send out messages on all frequencies:
Please identify yourself. You are in Imperial territory. Respond immediately, or face the consequences.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 10, 2009 19:23:42 GMT
"Sir" shouted a lieutenant across the bridge, "Imperial flagship hailing us, they want identification" he said, a tone quieter now. The Rear Admiral walked down the bridge and then faced the Lieutenant. "Follow protocol, the merchant escorts" he said finally, and the lieutenant nodded and span back on his seat. "This is Indie-Foxtrot-Omicron-Four, we are a merchant escort group travelling to Commenor. Requesting permission to continue along chosen path?" she said finally, before the Rear Admiral approached him again. "How is our readouts?", "Good Sir" said the operator, "Shields and turrets on standby, at this range, they won't know who we are, but soon they will". The Rear Admiral nodded, not saying a further word, he wanted to see what the reaction from the Imperial Fleet would be.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 10, 2009 19:32:55 GMT
"They say they are a merchant escort, sir. Uhhhh, readings suggest they are diverting some power to shields, but I can't tell how much. Also, they seem to be a pretty large fleet."
The Commodore frowned.
"Why aren't they traveling in a diamond formation then? And where the heck is the merchant ship? Tell them to prepare for a boarding party to search, and that they should turn off all shields, engines and weaponry."
Indie-Foxtrot-Omicron-Four, this is 4th Hunter Batallion. Standby for boarding procedures. Turn off all weaponry, engines and shields. Respond immediately.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 10, 2009 19:49:33 GMT
It was at that point, that the Rear Admiral, himself hearing the request, stepped into full action. "Battle stations. I want shields to full, weapons online but get us out of here", "Sir, we won't be travelling very fast with that gravity well, and it will distort our trajectory, we might just end up circling them", "Risk it" he snapped straight after, waiting for the final few moments before his squadron leaped again towards not quite a lightspeed.
OOC: At a distance a gravity well generator, duplicating a planetary mass, will just simply propel a ship around in a fast orbit, or slow them down before they actually leave the gravity well. The same applied to the tactics used later in the war against the Dovin Basils and also, if the sun was replaced with a black hole, every planet would orbit at it's normal rate and distance.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 10, 2009 19:52:47 GMT
OOC: Agreed, agreed, it's just a warp in spacetime. I get it.  IC: "They are trying to flee, Commodore!" The young Lieutenant looked deadly serious, but the Commodore just laughed. "Open channels with the Ion Frigates. Tell them to fire at will." "Ion Frigates, fire at will. All other cruisers, use ion cannons only. Fire at will" Immediately, the battle cruisers opened fire, shooting bright blue cascades of energy at the enemy fleet. |
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Post by Jalua Solast on Jun 10, 2009 19:58:45 GMT
For a moment, it looked like the Coalition vessels would get away, but a few lucky shots soon plunged the small fleet into darkness. Strangely enough however, the squadron came to a halt fairly quickly. On board, Marines began to set up defensive positions, although time would tell if the boarding parties would reach them before main power came online again.
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Post by John Hammond on Jun 10, 2009 20:05:48 GMT
"Reduce fire rate to 10%, but don't stop firing. Send a final warning."
Indie-Foxtrot-Omicron-Four, stand down. Our fleet will escort you to Corellia, where you will face a martial trial, unless you comply immediately. Reveal your true identity, and prepare to be boarded.
ATR Transports were launched; the boarding party would be there soon.
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