The Imperial fighters continued to destroy the mines protecting the planet from the invading fleet. Some of the fighters that had previously been disabled to able to initiate cold starts, and join their comrades in battle once again after having waited several minutes to do so.

OOC: Losses: TGC:
2,500 Defender Ion Mines

TNO Losses: 10 TIE Defenders disabled.

Mon Calamari


The first piece of Shipyard 4 struck the weakened planetary shield causing a burst of energy as shockwaves spread outward.

A minute later, Shipyard 4 struck...


The shield generator could take no more as the mass of the yard shattered the last reserves of energy the machine could muster.

The shield was down..



Groups 1 - 3


"Passing Mass Shadow.."

"Detach our ship and let's bring the fighters back." Perrin heard the Captain order.

One Sith Battlecruiser was not missed as the remaining cruisers carried the yards out and away from the shadow.

A hundred Tie Devils were left in a screening pattern as the ships disappeared into the blackness of space.


Shronds

Continued their operations...


Argoth..


In moving toward the Attack Sphere, the VSDs were moving away from the minefield, the shots missing them entirely, if they were even able to be targeted.

General Ming had organized his men as the last transfers were taking their leave. The technicians, engineers and security forces aboard the Attack Sphere were working as hard as they could to meet the General's stringent schedule.

"Prepare surface probes.." he ordered.



All the while, a message probe from the outermost Imperial world was enroute to General Ming's forces.




OOC: VSD's damage revised: 3% They aren't even in range but I'll give you that cause I am nice.

""Sovereignty commander, power down your engines and shields, and prepare to be boarded. If you do not comply within thirty seconds, you will be fired upon."


Drost looked at Foster, the latter showing signs of defeat.

"Don't show them we're hurt." Drost said, "Are the teams ready?"

"In place." Foster said, sweat begining to form at his brow.

"Open a channel." Drost said, Foster signaled the channel was indeed opened to the Anthos ships.

"Anthos commander, we will comply as ordered. But know this: This will not be forgotten. You can avoid war right now if you allow us to defend this world against the Empire, for it is our sworn duty. We are not terrorists, we are merely doing what we believe is right." Drost said, signalling the channel to be cut.

"Lower shields only in the hangar bay section, activate a homing beacon so they know where to land. Power down all the engines, but I want them back up at a moment's notice." Drost said.

"Anthos ships, we can only lower a portion of our shields, due to the fact that there are other hostile forces about, other than you." Drost said into the comm unit.

In the engine rooms, bridges,auxillary bridges, and essential control systems on all ships, security forces, all comprised of clones, Defel, and Shi'ido, moved to protect each ship. Defel and Shi'do (in different shape of course) soldiers also hid in the hangar bays where the Anthos ships were expected to land.

On the bridge of the Star Destroyer though, Foster smiled and looked up at Drost, "We have repaired our engines, and shields. Theya re back to full."

Drost nodded, "Keep them where they are, we don't want our friends outside catching on."

The bridge then fell silent, awaiting the Anthos response. One of the comm system operators suddenly stood from his seat, and walked over to Foster, and whispered to him. Finally, Foster walked to Drost, "Reinforcements are on the way."

Drost nodded.

"We're well out of range from the firefight," said Gullage, commenting on the Sovereignty's lack of willingness to lower their shields. "Several hundred thousand kilometers. Something's not right here."

"Yes," replied dBale. He motioned for the com link to be reestablished.

"Sovereignty commander, we are well out of range for incidental fire. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded or be fired upon."

ooc: remember that you had to microjump your forces to the actual battle

"Sir, there are no enemy ships within range of the mines, not even fighters."

"Damn. I guess we can do nothing but wait. Notify all troops to be ready."

"Yes sir."

Troops:
2 000 Troops per Planetary Ion Cannon Emplacement(500 with Chip Missile Launchers, 250 with E-webs, 250 with Grenade Mortars, 100 snipers, 900 with Light Repeating Blasters(better range and fire power then blaster rifles)
4 000 Troops Per Shield Generator(1 000 with Chip Missile Launchers, 500 with E-webs, 500 with Grenade Mortars, 200 with snipers, 1 800 with Light Repeating Blasters)
600 000 on the 7 smaller floating cities(same ratios)
800 000 on Foamwater City(capital)(same ratios)
1 000 000 spread across the planet(spread on various boats across the world, or in the rare garrisons on the ground)(same ratios)

Shield Generators and Planetary Ion Cannons on military bases

"Red Leader, all Imperial fighters, this is Cobra control, you are to come aboard immediatly, and restock, and refuel. Also, fresh pilots will replaced the ones worn out." said the Vic Star Duece's comm officer.

"Roger that control. Any particular reason in doing so?" asked Red Leader.

"It appears that the Outer-Rim Soveriengty fleet is going to put up a fight after all. We need all the resources that we can muster." said control.

"Copy that." said Red Leader.

All the Imperial fighters headed towards the two Vicstar Dueces.

Prime Fleet - Argoth


"Transfers are still continuing sir!" an aide said to a General Ming as he walked down an emptied corridor. The spacial environment was creeping further and further into the Attack Sphere as portable systems began to be shut down.

While some of the crew lost their lives due to the power losses from the planet's ion guns, a good portion were able to organize and clear areas for the transfer.

The VSDs had taken up positions behind the Sphere to facilitate the transfer, the metallic field under the Sphere growing. The Fire Class Light Frigates continued with their monitoring, providing a local intra communications link between the Imperials there.

"Command SBC and escort fighters are returning," another said as he listened to the updates from the VSD, walking next to the General.

They both entered a larger room which showed the areas of the Argoth that had been abandoned and the rate of transfer of ordinance.

"Send a blanket signal, encrypted. To all Shrouds. I want upper atmosphere positioning."

"Next ion cannon will reach extreme range in a little over two hours, optimal range in 6."

"That is a tight angle to shoot from but we have time. Order entry into the atmosphere avoiding the minefield." Ming reflected that his vessel was holding position so the firing path of the first ion cannon would soon end up being to the left of his position. Another 20-30 minutes and the field would pass before us entirely. That will put the next cannon at just 2 hours. Close..

Another couple of hours or so and the next gun would be in range to strike his Attack Sphere again and any who remained with it.

"Sir! It's time for us to depart..."


"Very well soldier."

And he began to put on a space suit.


Off in the distance, the Anthos Fleet and the Sovereignty Flet faced off.


Shrouds (3)

Low orbit, Upper Atmosphere: the cloaked vessels began to passively scan the water planet actively charting the pieces of the shipyard as they made their way to the surface. They scanned briefly the impact points as they moved past.

The data on the planet seemed to indicate floating cities as well as reef cities. The capital, a Calamari Reef seemed to be in the northern hemisphere..

They were joined by the two damaged Sith Battlecruisers.


A single Shroud began to make it's way across the mass shadow area leaving the two fleets in a face off.




The signal probe neared the Mon Calamari System.

"Sovereignty commander, we are well out of range for incidental fire. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded or be fired upon."


"Lower the shields, ready the Rangers but have all crew and security personell on all ships hold positions and surrender to all Anthos forces." Drost said to Foster, who nodded and carried the order out.


Drost, meanwhile, turned to the comm system and opened a link to the Anthos vessels, "Anthos commander, we are complying with your order, under one circumstance, my men and ships must be treated accordingly and returned to the Sovereignty. Out."


The crewers on all Sovereignty ships, who had taken defense positions, prepared to surrender as the shields on all ships were lowered.

"Shields and weapons powering down, sir."

"Signal the Vigil's to move in and begin boarding operations," said dBale, after hearing the communication from the enemy. Gullage moved over to a consol, and began directing the boarding of the enemy flagship.

Vigil #3

After sliding into the hanger bay of the enemy Star Destroyer, the Vigil began to eject her passengers. They were ASA agents, typically accustomed to boarding the craft of smugglers. The Star Destroyer was larger than what they were used to, but in theory the takeover would be similar. "Move out," said their commander, and in groups of five they did so. The communicators for each man was on an open channel, one that all groups were tuned into.

A bit of fuzz popped across the channel, and one of the groups reported in. "We're at the hangar bay controls".

Each group had a datapad loaded with password encryption software. They would jack into key control systems, override the default access codes and replace them with a temporary encrypted code, thus preventing a re-takeover once the ships were in hyperspace.

Across the fleet individual Vigil's docked and unloaded their teams.



"Have the Aegis' move into the enemy formation," said dBale suddenly. "Cluster them near their Star Destroyer."

"Aye Sir."

Gullage moved over to stand next to dBale, his job at the consol done. "The Stalker's report that the planetary shield has failed in a sector," he whispered. "Have them execute their orders," replied dBale.


Two Stalker-class Corvettes began to move toward the planet, their cloaking systems masking them from identification. Inside men suited up, preparing.

"We're ready with the purge sir." Foster reported from his station.

Drost nodded to him, "Begin. How long will it take?"

"A few seconds. Purging all ships datarecords. The fleet reports doing the same." Foster said, his hands flying over his console.

Drost shrugged, "Let's go meet our guests." He said, heading off the bridge.


OOC: All databanks on all ships has been purged. There will be no gaining secret information from them. Sorry for the @#%$ post, I am a bit busy.