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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 25, 2009 13:16:22 GMT
1 Nebula-class Star Destroyer
10 EF76 Nebulon-B II escort frigate (Hospital Configuration)
20 MedStar-class frigate
15 Acclamator I-class assault ship
Out of the depths of hyperspace came a force of 30 hospital ships, along with 15 Acclamator's that were being used for emergancy medical transport at the momment. Their lone escort, a Nebula-Class star Destroyer started broadcasting as soon as they came out of hyperspace.
"Gydine ground, this is Blazing Sparrow, Flagship of the temporary Black Moon hospital group Guardian Angels. Requesting piority emergency vector for landing. Be advised, we are carrying wounded in need of immediate medical assistance, I repeat we are carrying wounded. Do you copy ground?"
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 25, 2009 13:54:29 GMT
Gyndine Control to Blazing Sparrow, you have priority ten clearence under orders of the Empress. We are sending the Nebula-class Star Destroyers, Alliance and Decimator to cover your vector. The Battle Carrier Vector Prime will clear your vector to the planet by force if necessary. The Victory Star Destroyers Redemption, Hope and Liberty will clear your path to the docking pads. We have the 2nd Royal Defence Fleet within a five minute Hyperspace Jump to your location if any further assistance is required. We will maintain contact with your fleet until you are docked.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 25, 2009 14:02:56 GMT
Admiral Clemence blinked. "Uh, Blazing Sparrow copies. Coming in hot. Also, be advised we'll need help on the ground. Please keep and exit vector open, as soon as we unload our load, we're heading back to Coruscant." He switched comms. "All ships, full speed ahead, right to the planet. Seems like the Coalition is sending the Navy to make sure we hit the ground quickly. Tell medics to prepare for emergency evacuations, we want to be as emptied as quickly as possible. As soon as your empty, break for space and head straight back to Coruscant."
With a rumble, the ships qactivated their starlight engines and started heading towards the planet.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 25, 2009 14:10:11 GMT
R-Wing Squadrons had been deployed and were intercepting freighters and civilian craft along the intended route of the Hospital ships. They were delivering final messages to these remaining obstacles with orders to fire at will if ignored. Some freighters had to be fired upon before they would move out of the lane but it was a generally speedy operation. Soon enough, the lane was cleared and even beacons were being dropped to show the incoming fleet where it could travel down safely. The Nebula-class Star Destroyers stationed themselves at the entrance to the lane with it's starfighters and other craft deployed ready to respond. The Victory-class Star Destroyers were already in orbit and at the opposite end of the lane with it's own starfighter force ready to be deployed. The Battle Carrier had remained in the center of the lane and would begin moving towards the planet once the fleet came out of hyperspace to cover their advance without getting in the way.
On the ground, tens of thousands of army medics were spilling upon transports and heading towards the other side of the Star Fort, which was mainly hidden beneath the layers of urban development. Contained within was a huge medical facility designed to treat troops under occupation and invasion of the planet with ease. With millions of soldiers protecting the facility which carved across the planet, it was probably one of the safest places to be. Conscription had so far done a lot of harm to the society of the Coalition, but it was times like these when it proved itself. Being able to have millions of troops and so many trained medics would have been impossible during the early months.
Above the facility there was always starfighters and gunboats providing air control to assist with the civilian traffic control, but they also protected the facility hidden below. People knew it existed but not where to get in or where it's mazes of tunnels and rooms led to. As such, most parts of this Star Fort was working independently and therefore, huge hanger bays had been built in the shade of the towering skyscrapers. Military craft were coming out of these bays across the planet, ready to cover the incoming ships. In space they had set up a fortress-style protection plan, on the ground, they were creating a citadel-style plan. Once inside the facility, they would be safe, even the base couldn't be hit directly without destroying the buildings resting above, which was full of civilians. They would need to wreak the planet to get in, and at this time, it would be impossible for such a force to get near Gyndine without being detected.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 25, 2009 14:23:06 GMT
"Son of the Sith..." Clemence muttered as they hurtled towards the operation clearing ships from their route. "They sure are prepared for this kind of thing..." It seemed that everywhere he looked, R-wings were moving freighters away. The hospital group formed up and passed between the two Nebula covering the enterance to the route, and started folloowing the beacons down, where the end of the route were covered by a pair of Victory-class SD's.
As they approached the moving Battle Carrier, Clemence opened a line to the rest of the ships. "All ships, Bloody Sparrow's breaking off to help cover the exit. Follow the beacons the rest of the way in, Coalition has control." With that, the Nebula deccelrated and moved to the side, letting the rest of the group pass by and plunge into the atmosphere. It then turned and and formed up with the Battle Carrier.
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Post by High Admiral Nubai on Apr 25, 2009 20:10:46 GMT
A squadron of starfighters were flying at cruise speed through Coalition space. They were carrying stolen Coalition transponders, which were broadcasting the fact that they were in fact R-Wings. These weren't, these were Templar-class Heavy Starfighters, those which had blown up the space station above Coruscant, murdering thousands of innocent civilians fleeing from the battle with their families. This had caused a public outcry with different factions blaming others for the attack. Nobody knew who they were and how they managed to give the devastating salvo without resistance.
Now they were streaming above one of the two Nebula-class Star Destroyers which were protecting the entrance to the emergency lane. It was only when those on the bridge spotted strangely looking starfighters passing close overhead that they checked their scanners for such starfighters. Nothing appeared except a squadron entering the lane appearing to be R-Wings, that is when it occurred to the fleet that they were under attack. Those Templar's had been broadcast by the media and most people had seen footage of them delivering their salvo, they wasn't a recognisable model of starfighter from any faction or company, and they had gained a lot of interest. Now they had been recognised as ships of the Black Guard and the Coalition Navy went into battle stations.
The Templar's continued down the lane where a Nebulon-B Frigate was struggling along. It's engines were damaged and it was limping towards the planet with injured aboard. The front Templar released a single missile which streamed a huge distance in seconds and then blasted directly on the engines, bringing them offline. The starfighters passed over the wounded frigate and passed around, dodging turret fire excellently. It was during this confusion that a YT-2000 freighter exited hyperspace and entered the lane near the frigate. People were ignoring this for now, due to the fact that people were dropping out of hyperspace all the while and had to be removed from the lane, it was just like another merchant transport. With the starfighters of the Coalition now beginning to intercept the freighter, it approached close to the frigate. A huge magnet attached to a cable launched itself to the frigate and pulled the freighter in sharply. It was with this that a laser from the freighter began to cut a hole into the frigate with it's burning white light.
The Templar starfighters continued to dodge the incoming R-Wings and occasionally fired at them to keep the effect looking like a duel rather than a distraction. By this time however, it was too late, people had realised that the freighter was attacking the frigate and was beginning to divert starfighters and assault ships to frigate rather than the skilled Templar starfighters.
Meanwhile, 6 people in sealed suits were jumping from the freighter to the huge hole which had been carved, and into the frigate. Once there, they cracked open the blast doors with explosive charges and entered the frigate fully. With their suits slowing them down, they continued to go quickly into the frigate, already knowing which routes to take from the quick plans they'd assembled at their outpost. With this, they got to the bridge and once again blasted the doors open with explosives. With the smoke filling the bridge and vents struggling to keep the crew from choking, the six suited commandos stormed the bridge and began shooting the crew with their assault rifles. With the commandos searching the crew for the information they needed, one held up a datacard. "Found it! Let's go!" he screamed and the six began to run to the door in a sort of slow motion due to their suits, a kind of funny result to their mad rush to get out.
The funny side couldn't be seen by most however, the frigate was beginning to be pulled by a tractor beam to help it get to safety but it was too late. The storming of the bridge and shootings had fried the controls and left nobody to try and get them working again, so once the tractor beam switched off, the frigate was left helplessly falling towards the atmosphere, gaining speed from the planet's gravity. The six jumped onto the freighter with the able connecting them both now beginning to rip apart. They made it, with the cable detaching from the freighter on cue. With the six jumping into the hole at the top of the freighter and the sixth closing the hatch behind them, the freighter began to stream away.
The Templar Starfighters began to fly away from the battle at full speed, coming in close with the freighter and letting it go into hyperspace first. Then the templars themselves headed into hyperspace. The datacard had being secured but to outsiders, it looked like sabotage of a ship full of helpless soldiers which had helped end the suffering of a planet.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 25, 2009 20:30:09 GMT
The Imperial Coalition was stunned. Media had already broadcast news of the lane being restricted by the military and ships descending down them from the battle at Coruscant but this was something new. People were watching this live from their homes and workplaces, and something had to be done. Within minutes, the R-Wings nearby headed into hyperspace following the ion trail left behind from the attack Black Guard ships and starfighters.
Meanwhile, the Victory star destroyers at the other end of the lane could do nothing but watch the frigate spin past them on a death dive towards the atmosphere. Worse still, the lane had been set up so that the ships had direct access to the capital where they could unload their injured, now that same lane was guiding the medical frigate towards the capital Yractos.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 26, 2009 14:43:36 GMT
Clemence had his face practically pressed up to the viewport, as the image of the burning frigate was getting farther and farther away. "Holy..." He then turned and grabbed the comm. "Gaurdian Angel 13, come in! Gaurdian Angel 13! DAMMIT, ANSWER ME!" He gently put the comm back when he saw it go crashing through the Coalition Victory-class Star Destroyer. As it got closer and closer to the ground, he could do nothing but watch. At that momment, there were two bright flashes, and the two ships took out parts of the city. Clemence hung his head for a momment, then slammed his fist in fury against the viewport.
"What... The... Hell... Just... Happened..." he growled. "Gaurdian Angel 13 was reporting engine problems, and had to slow down behind the other ships. A squadron of starfighters broadcasting as Coalition R-Wings, but it is now confirmed they were an unknown class. They destroyed Guardian Angel 13... And caused this." told an inmtelligence officer.
Clemence turned slowly around. "Move this ship to block the lane. No one gets by us but Coalition ships. And other ships not specifically brodcasting Coalition transponders that try to get by us, blast them. And get me Grand Admiral Zorko"
After a momment, Zorko appeared. "Ah Clemence, wha- Somethings wrong." said Zorko, recognizing the look on his old friend's face. Clemence nodded. "Sir, we lost Guardian Angel 13." He then proceeded to describe the previous events. Zorko looked much more tired after he finished. "Sith..." Zorko swore. "Ok... Keep the frigates in the Star Fort for now. I'm sending the 6th Special Forces to escort them. Until they arrive and ready to recieve them, they don't move. I'll be there as soon as I can. Zorko out." Zorko's image winked out.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 27, 2009 22:15:50 GMT
The first fragments of the fleet began to drop out of hyperspace. There was a buzz of activity surrounding the planet, obviously due to the recent events and the increased pressence by the security forces. The military were stepping in more than usual too, providing double the usual starfighter patrols and adding a group of Star Chariots for rapid interception.
Jalua was on one of the shuttles which began to dive towards the surface ahead of the nearby Battle Carrier. She could feel the tense atmosphere from within the shuttle, and also begin to see once they entered the atmosphere the city still smoking. Not only had it caused destruction, it's lasting effects was the smoke, which denied long-range visibility and hampered rescue efforts. The shuttle itself stopped in one of the streets, already soldiers was racing to the location once news reached them of the Empress being here. She looked through her helmet at the smoking carnage ahead of her, the city was eriely silent. Holorecorders were beginning to film her arrival, but she ignored them and began walking forwards. Raising two hands, the rubble where rescue efforts had been hampered on this street suddenly began to rise and scatter. Although not all of the rubble had been cleared, bodies could begin to be seen and rescuers began rushing over, while Jalua continued to move to the carnage.
Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet began to fall out of hyperspace. Fragments would continue to arrive for almost a day, but news reached the Empress that Dan Zorko would be here already if not soon. She was looking forwards to speaking to him, she had already arranged compensation for the loss of life and the medical ship.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 27, 2009 22:34:16 GMT
The Talon's Revenge dropped out of hyperspace to find the 6th already there. It would have arrived sooner, but it had to drop out of hyperspace to make some repairs from the last battle. Dan saw shuttles heading for the planet, and the Bloody Sparrow in orbit. He opened up a line to the Sparrow. "Clemence, Zorko. Report."
"Well sir, rescue operations have been mainly whats going on. We've stayed up here and out of the way, and the frigates are still in the Star Fort. The 6th arrived just beofre you did, you may want to talk to Duke about what happened at Ossus. By the way, turn on the news."
Dan turned it on just to watch Jalua raising the rubble using the Force to allow rescuers to get in. He gave a low whistle. "Wow... I'm going to talk to Duke. Hold position until firther orders. Zorko out."
He closed that line and opened another with Admieal Duke. "Duke, Zorko. Clemence was saying that something happened at Ossus?" "Yes sir, the Imperials pretty much sent a goddamn armada after the Jedi. Seems like they were just about to attack when we appeared behind them, and I started to broadcast some crap about interupting a joint BM/Coalition op. They're pretty pissed, but it delayed them long enough to evacuate as many Jedi as we could. And the Empress is safe." said Duke. "I noticed." said Dan. "You did well under the circumstances. Have your starfighters keep a patrol around your fleet for now, and join the Bloody Sparrow. Hold their until further orders." "Yes sir," said Duke. "But is the Talons revenge ok? It looks like it's about to fall apart."
Duke was right. Pieces of the ship were missing, the whole thing was covered in blaster burns, and every once in a while their was a crackle of electricity that shot near the engines.
"It'll hold for now." said Dan. "Out."
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 28, 2009 4:24:53 GMT
Jalua, already tired from Ossus and the trips there and back, had worked for almost two days at the scene. Media had been covering her heroics for much of the time and the citizens began to show their true spirit. After waking up and seeing their Empress still working to rescue surviviors, people began pouring to the area. These were common people, mostly those who had escaped conscription. All races were here, mainly human but it was still a mixed society. Gathering at the Empress' feet, they stormed ahead and began to rescue who they could. There was only so many rescuers and Jalua was working at a good pace, the thousands of people working together could get this area cleared out in no time. Meanwhile, the military was using specialist ships to scan the area for survivors from the air. Soldiers on the ground was clearing rubble and helping rescuers to find who they could.
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 28, 2009 20:50:07 GMT
"Well, lets head down." said Dan. Have Renegades 1 and 2 ready to from up with my shuttle group as we leave. Let's see what we can do to help."
As Dan's CAMELOT gunship and 20 Senteniel Class shuttles left the Talons Revenge, the 24 TIE Defenders fell into formation around them. Dan found out where Jalua was working from Gydine control, and the ships fell through the atmosphere to the site.
It looked like hell. buildings were scattered everywhere, dead bodies lined the streets, and to make it even worse, Dan could see pieces of the medical frigate here and there. He gave a grimance, realizing that this was in a way his fault.
As they neared the area, Dan could make out people working. Dan spotted the Empress, and pointed. "Settle down there." The shuttles landed, and Dan stepped off in full battle armor, which was an AVALON suit, with the helmet hooked to the belt. He made his way up to Jalua and bowed. "Greetings Empress. We have arrived to see what assistance we could offer. I have 20 shuttles of troops with me, all ready for your command on where to-" at this point he got cut off by a rumble, and looked to see a massive piece of rubble heading straight for them. Grabbing the Empress, he dragged her into an alcove of a nearby building as people were starting to flee in panic, and slammed his helmet on his head. "Zorko here, SITREP." "Grand Admiral, Renegade leader. We're on it. 2 and 3, on me."
The 3 TIE Defenders moved up until they were falling at the same rate as the rubble. In a perfect triangle formation, they activated their tractor beams, slowing its descent. As the rubble got closer and closer, it kept slowing, until finally stopping not 20 feet from the crowd's heads. The 3 starfighters moved the rubble off into the distance.
"Grand Admiral, Renegade lead. Situation resolved." "Zorko copies, good job guys." He pulled the helmet off his head, and looked at Jalua. "Well, major disaster #1 stopped for today." he said with a small grin. "Like I stated earlier, we're here to help."
OOC: This may be a good jump off point for what we discussed earlier, Smurfy.
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 28, 2009 22:45:49 GMT
OOC: Nice idea 
Jalua was stunned for a moment, she hadn't expected to have any rubble head towards her. Lifting herself slightly off the ground, she found that she was listing against Dan, who was covering his body with hers. With her helmet off, her brunette hair flowed across the ground in a disorganised mess. She once again attempted to get up, but his body was still covering hers, shielding her from any more debris which could fall. She turned her head and saw him looking out, or at least his helmet was. "Thanks... i don't know how i missed that one" she said quietly, very thankful and those words were for Dan only. She finally lifted herself up fully and caught a glimpse of someone she wasn't surprised to see. The figure disapeared once again into the crowds however, and Jalua smiled slightly. Jalua was about to say something else to Dan when a group of four soldiers ran over to her. These stood out from the other troops, these had a dark blue beret on their heads, showing they were elite paratroopers. "Empress, you will be safer in the Star Fort" the Captain basically demanded, taking Jalua a while to think of a response. She wasn't used to having this sort of treatment around her, but she knew it was for the best. She was tired and had worked here for over two days clearing rubble and rescuing suvivors while she'd travelled to Ossus and back. It had been a very tiring experience. Nodding her head, she expected the paratroopers to give some distance, but they wouldn't. They obviously wanted to make sure their Empress was safe and out of sight. "Your welcome to come too, you and your troops will be safe enough-" Jalua's face changed slightly, and then went back to normal. The brief moment of pain told her that she had a leg injury of some sort, but also accidently showed Dan. The paratroopers hadn't picked up on the brief flinch however. |
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Post by Dan Zorko on Apr 28, 2009 23:02:23 GMT
Dan nodded. He realized that the Empress proably didn't want her troops to see her in pain. "Right." he said. He stood up and gently pulled her up by her arm, carefully setting her down on her good leg. "My troops will stay and help your rescue operations. I, uh, guess I'll come with you." he said as he hooked his helmet onto the belt of the armor.
He called one of his troops over and quickly relayed his orders. Saluting, the trooper jogged off, and the gathered troops by the shuttles quickly got to work alongside the civilians.
As Dan turned back, he couldn't help but notice how attractive Jalua was, even lacking 2 days of sleep, covered in dust, and nearly crushed by a building. He quickly averted his eyes when he realized he was staring. "Right... You lead the way?"
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Post by Jalua Solast on Apr 28, 2009 23:07:46 GMT
"Sure" she said, noticing that Dan had spotted her injury. With a click of her fingers, and a soft blue glow eminating from them, she sprung up fully and began to jog with the paratroopers, at the same pace and not getting even slightly tired. One thing she'd focused on was stamina, which put her in a pretty good form. Her training as a Jedi Knight had made her care about her fitness and it paid off, even though she had to ease the pain with the force. She turned her head to Dan and again a few seconds later. Although she was in full armour, she could handle running for hours, she wasn't so sure about the Pirate Admiral who she figured might spend much of his time aboard a ship. "This pace okay?" she asked to him directly, looking at his face for an expression of pain or a shrug.
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