The tactile display updated quickly, showing the desperate tactic the Jutraalian fleet was using. Outnumbered, outgunned they were obviously attempting to go out in flames. Burst of glory, take the enemy with you.

“The enemy flagship has opened fire upon our Aegis cruisers sir!”

Katta moved his head up to glance at the tactile display again. The Reliant and Venture both returned fire simultaneously, and a deadly hail of laser connected against the shields of the two ships. Although far smaller than the enemy Imperator, the two Aegis cruisers were more than a match for the star destroyer, even more so with their compliment which was even now moving into attack positions.

“Nova wing, let’s make a run at the approaching Strike Cruisers, tell the Ascoria to assist the Tribune and Judicator against the two DSD’s. Order our Warrior gunships to deal with the Carracks. Anti-Starfighter gunners, target the enemy bombers.”

The orders out for his half of the battle, Katta watched intently as his ship accelerated with the other Nova’s, and began a targeting run upon the enemy Strikes.



As the enemy flagship moved toward the Reliant and Venture, attack group Omega’s other ships moved into action as well. Hurtling toward the enemy Star Destroyer, three Strike Cruisers added their weapons to the fray. Moving to assist the other battle group, five Fast-Friggates and four Warrior Gunships assisted their MM StarViper fighters in eliminating enemy starfighters as they approached.


(OOC: I’ll let you culminate damage in your post, and vice versa. AIM or ezInbox me if anything needs to be corrected)

Sahrah's fighter buffeted from the explosions rattling around her as she and the other wings of ships raced towards their enemy. Lasers ripped past her and a couple grazed her shield, fizzling away from such a long distance.

She shunted power to her forward shields and armed her missiles, seeking out some of those bombers. She hated getting into a fight with them because of their slowness. Sahrah tended to overshoot the bombers since her A-wing could fly circles around them. They wasted time and did major damage when left to their own devices. Her fighter's computer sought out a solid targeting lock and sang an unwavering tone to confirm a solid shooting solution. She thumbed the trigger and two missiles streaked eagerly towards their target, shearing off a wing and sending it in a lazy arc to burn up into the atmosphere of the planet.

She took out one more bomber before her A-wing was dumped into the barrage of lasers and interceptors.

I'm pretty certain with so many fighters that they can handle the rest of the bombers. she thought to herself, tracking a wounded interceptor. It waggled furiously in her sights, severely ticking her off. She pumped all power to shields and tapped the wing of it with her A-wing's nose, sending it into a spin. Her A-wing's shields dropped to nearly 50% but at that moment any pursuit towards her was too busy at the time to take advantage of it. The interceptor shuddered as the pilot fought to right his craft and Sahrah took the momentary lapse of shock to send two lasers into the heart of its engines, setting them alight with fire and explosions. They overheated and consumed the TIE in an inferno of slag and sparks.

Grummet kicked her engines up again and shot off towards her next target, enemy and friendly laser fire lancing around like menacing ticker tape.

Timing. If Fyor's move was to succeed he would perfectly presice timing. His desparation was evidently apparanent to the enemy, judging from his straightforward response who should have been effective enough to overwhelm the First Assualt Fleet. Unfortunatly for them, Lord Admiral Viglianco had been expecteding that.

Carefully... don't rush.

He was watching the 3-D holoprojection of the battle, focusing on the right of the Imperator (the center of his orginal formation), where his strike cruisers and carrack cruisers were advancing on a VC Star Destroyer, which the transponder code Scion . They were moving in fast, firing a few ranging shots, but had not quite reached their main weapons range. Meanwhile the Scion was begginning to open fire with it's heavy batteries, unleashing a torrent of fire on the lead Carrack Cruiser.

Almost.... hold on for another second....

Fyor was steeling himself, forcing himself to wait for the perfect moment.

The barrage suddenly became more intense as the full might of Scion came to bear on the lead carrack cruiser, nearly all of its weapons pouring fire, in a textbook attempt to overload the sheilds and finsish of the craft.

Now!

"Order the carracks and strike cruisers to revert all weapon power to engines, all ahead left! Have the Warwasp swing wide on its turn!!"

The order was crisp and clean and followed without question. The 3-D holo projection began to change ad the carrack and its companions swirved left, speeding up to well over 20 MGLT, their weapons falling completly silent. Also, the right most strik cruiser had swung wide and placed itself between the orginal lead Carrack, and the Scion absorbing now with its undamaged sheilds the full force of a concentrated barrage from the ISD.

The manuever had a dual purpose, and as Fyor watched the first phase of the manueverer clicked into place.

The Jutraalian Scmitar bombers who had been ordered to assist the strike cruisers and carrack cruisers had been waiting right behind that formation, preparing to make an attack run as the manuever was pullled off. As the Scion's weapons were draw away by the sudden manuvere of the capitals, and with the gunners targeting computers confused by an apparanet lock on a ship but no hits, the bombers struck.

2 squadrons, 24 bombers, shot forward, weapons ready. Enemy fighters, extremly fast A-Wings and others rose to meet them, but the formation was spead out, not allowing the A-Wings to take out more than 1 fighter with a single pass. The interceptors tried, but failed to stop the attack run.

The bombers, down several of their wingmates made it to the Scion's bridge and let loose their payloads. 7 Scimitars (the remainders of the first squadron) dropped EMP torpedoes, 2 for each fighter, 12 of which slammed into the bridge sheilds, knocking them out and scrambling several bridge system. 6 Scimitars (the remainders of the second squadron) dropped advanced proton torpedoes, 2 each for the bombers, and at such a range all found their mark.

Fyor took his eyes off of that section of the conflict- his bombers would most likley not survive to make another run, but for the glory of Jutraal they had done their duty. Meanwhile the second phase was already underway.

The strike cruisers and carracks which had turned sharply had speed toward the left flank. There reactors and engines straining, they slowly began to slow down, and normalizing power ratings. After about 10 second there newly charged weapons opened fire- at the Reliant and Venture , Suddenly the 2 VC Aegis Cruisers were caught in the cross from 5 ships, the Imperator and its new escorts who although might have taken sheild damage were not currently the target of any fire.

Fyor allowed himself a smile- his manuever had worked well, and had done much, for the cost of some sheilding and 2 squadrons of Scmitar Assualt Bombers. Still, he knew the final result was already sealed- his manuever had caght VC off guard, but their superior was too strong to overcome, no matter how brilliantly he Admiraled. Why had Vinda decided to interfere in matter not their own? He scolded himself for allowing his concentration to waver from the battle.

Ours is not to wonder why, ours is but to do and die.

OOC- Damage/Destroyed:

VC-
ISD MkII Scion : heavy damage, knocked out of batttle
Reliant and Venture [/i]: Taking fire (you choose the damage)

TJE-
24 Scmitar Assualt bombers- 11 destroyed, others damaged, under attack by A-Wings
Imperator Moderate sheild damage
Dominant (Carrack) heavy sheild damage
Warwasp (strike cruiser) moderate sheild damage

onboard the Reliant


"...Sir!... they are coming straight at us!..."

It seemed as soon as those words were spoken, all hell broke loose, and both The Reliant and The Venture found themselves under a barrage of laserfire....

Vinda grimaced and gripped tightly to the guardrail as the bridge shook from the laserfire impacting across the shields...

"...sonuva!..."

Almost at once there was a chorus of alerts as the shields struggled to cope with the tirade. Vinda glanced up at the BAC console next to him, and his eyes narrowed as he hoped The Scion had not received many casualties...

"....engines all stop , maximise power to the forward shields, ..."

The CEO's voice sounded calm but deadly serious, as he swung around to face the Captain...

"...Launch our fighters, and that of The Venture, I want them swarmed!...Order C4's contingent currently in orbit to assist attack group alpha, I want those Defender's outgunned. Order The Torrid to launch three sqaudrons, I want those Bombers taken out!..."

As Vinda ricocheted his orders off , the bridge erupted once more into a flurry of activity...whilst Vinda stood upright analysing the BAC , he shook his head slightly out of disbelief...

...damned Jutraalian stubborness...



Outside, the order's became action, and the enemy fighters found themselves quickly surrounded by squadron after squadron of Starviper fighters. The remaining Bombers were quickly taken out as they bore the full brunt of the retribution for their part in The Scion's downfall.

In direct response to the Jutraalian's manouvre, the smaller, faster ships, the KDY Star Galleon's and the Loronar Strike Cruisers, that had been flanking either side of The Reliant and The Venture , increased their speed , to an attack run.

Within moments of the Jutraalian's manouvre, the Imperator, and its escorters became faced with a barrage of return fire from both The Reliant and The Venture .
On command the Aegis Star Carrier,The Tempest, whilst disgorging its full six squadrons of Starviper Fighters head-on to meet the new threat, moved closer to the two Vinda-Corp lead ships to tighten the formation, and to lend its own substantial fire-support.
Its fighters announced their arrival with a hail of lasers, wave after wave of which began impacting against the two enemy Loronar Strike Cruisers, their part in this insurrection was going to cost them dear.

Soon enough, the five vessels were finding themselves being flanked either side by the Loronars and the four KDY Star Galleon's , with the Nebulon-C's hot on their heels, anxious to protect the command ships. The two already beleagured Jutraalian Carrack cruisers escorting the Imperator, firmly set within their sights, and their weapons range.

The dark vacuum of space , had now become eerily lit up in a macabre pyrotechnical display that seemed to engulf the flashpoint entirely.

Amid the organised chaos of the bridge Vinda remained calmly focused as he studied the display, until distracted by a young officer who appeared by his side holding a data-pad...

"...Sir you I think you should take a look at this..."

With his brow beginning to frown Vinda shook his head waving the data-pad away, and responded curtly, slightly annoyed at having his attention drawn away from the current situation...

"..tell me what I need to know..."

"...well... we've been scanning what seems to be the Command ship sir, and we've been picking up some strange, power fluctuations in some quite significant area's of the ship..."

"...power fluctuations?...what kind?"

"..here...and here ..sir"

Vinda now turned to face the officer raising an eyebrow,as he studied what the officer was pointing out on the pad in front of him...the officer continued talking...

"...I've checked and double-checked, and typically these areas of Imperator-class ships hold their reserve power generator's within this area...which would fit with the readings we are currently getting...but also we seem to be getting the same kind of readings from around this part of the bridge as well.."

"..and what part of the bridge would that be officer?.."

(Vinda retorted), with his patience starting to thin

"...the right bridge shield generator..sir...it could be nothing...but..."

Before the officer could finish Vinda seemed to freeze as if he'd remembered something , interrupting the young crewman out loud..

"...the Aarguanians!..."

His outburst , surprised the officer for a moment, until the Corporate Leader explained himself...

"...their Commander told us one of his Class-1000's had attacked the Jutraalian Command ship, perhaps they have damaged it in some way..."

With a deeply furrowed brow, Vinda turned to face the comms officer

"...get Vindicate squadron and two support sqaudrons to co'ordinate their attacks on these parts of the command ship, send them the telemetary, and necessary targetting data..."

As the officer rushed off and performed his tasks, Vinda turned back to face the tactical display, frowning at the harsh light it threw out.
His thoughts drifted to the Jutraalian Commander himself..after all, if they had indeed been injured by the Aargaunians,this manouvre had certainly been a brave one...

...we shall have to watch this Commander...

"Engines, slow!" cried Kas, as the enemy ships suddenly banked and pulled off their attack, moving instead toward their command ship -- and ultimately Vinda's ship.

It was a desperate ploy, one that would - of properly executed - cripple an enemy.

"Call our ships together, charge the turbolaser batteries, and Follow Them!"

His voice rang with urgency, and the crew responded with trained precision. The enemy had turned tail, and run from them. It was a mistake they would soon regret greatly. The Free Wind II, Harrier II and Nighthawk II all prepared their massive turbolaser batteries for firing, and lined up in an inverted V formation. Accompanied by their three REC-class gunship support ships they accelerated after the fleeing (or attacking, depending on your point of view) enemy.

Laser fire had already been exchanged when they came into firing range, the enemy pouring fire into the two Aegis Cruisers, and the Cruisers standing nose-to-nose firing right back.

"Hold..." said Kas, his hand in the air. The Nova-Cruisers he commanded had a particular strength, and with it a great weakness. He intended to exploit the strength.

"Hold..." Heavily armed, the Hapes designed Cruisers fired a very strong turbolaser, it was a ship designed to cripple its target within the first volley. However, recharge time took substantially longer than normal.

"Hold!" cried Kas, as the three Nova's and three REC's closed in on the rear of the enemy.

"FIRE!"


And with the command, a barrage of light emitted from all six ships, the Nova's contributing the majority. Pummeling into the rear shields of the enemy Imperator cruiser, and Strike Cruisers the deadly bolts of energy lit up the enemy shields.


(Crappy post, I know. Pushed for time.)

Sahrah's comm crackled. "N-....concentrate...all fire here. Coordinates being...-smitted now."

She rapped on it a couple times to fix it. Something was loose...musta been that collision. Her screen lit up with a small model of the Imperator and animated red boxes zoomed in to highlight critical targeting areas. Grummet checked her payload. She still had most of her missiles. How positively convenient.

Power was shunted from the A-wing's lasers to its engines. If it could outrun the guns on the Imperator, it wouldn't need its lasers. Sahrah switched over to missiles, and her hud changed its layout slightly. However her warning system squealed that an enemy interceptor had decided to hunt her down. She juked just in time to see a flock of green lasers whip past. Sahrah needed her shields forward to take the brunt from the Imperator her tail was quite exposed. This wasn't good.

I didn't come out here just to let my A-wing's engines get raped by a TIE. She had no power to lasers so rotating them behind her would not help the situation. Time to scrape him off...

The nose of the Imperator came up fast, and it was quite large. Sahrah couldn't help but feel terribly intimidated. It was one thing to take on fighters...quite another for a capital ship. She guided her A-wing very delicately to fly just under a meter from the capital ship's outer shell. The interceptor held its position for a second as if contemplating this, and then proceeded to imitate. Follow the leader you sorry...

Her A-wing whipped around gun emplacements and she swore she saw a face or two in windows looking quite surprised. She could have just come around for another pass on the Imperator but that would be risking herself yet again and she'd rather get it done right the first time. She adjusted her movements carefully...a deadly ballet between time and laserfire. An alarm went off...the interceptor had a lock again. The distance meter ticked down happily and her missiles had a clean solid lock. A gun emplacement came up fast on her (or rather she came up on it...all the same it was close). Sahrah flipped her A-wing onto its side, the slit of a shape it was, it passed by the emplacement with no problem. The interceptor, however, was not so fortunate, and its left wing pylon tore off, taking the cannon with it. They exploded and Sahrah was free to fire.

She squeezed the trigger twice and two sets of missiles streaked towards the Imperator with a hellish fury. Sahrah pulled up and out of the way...the laser fire pouring from it was terrible. The missiles hit...Imperator's bridge had just taken a turn for the worse...

"Compliments of Vinda Corp.!" Sahrah saluted mockingly.

All is lost.

Fyor's desperate manuever had served its purpose, knocking an enemy heavy capital out of the fray and endangering the Vinda Corp command vessel. However, no tactician, save a pure genius, could win out in such a situation. Outnumbered nearly 3 to 1 numerically and even more in firepower, Fyor was lucky to have inflicted the damage he had, and still have his fleet intact. Unfortunatly, Vinda Corp had woken up form its tactical slumber, and realizing that they had a fight on there hands, began deploying their entire force and started to overwhelm the Jutraalian forces. For Fyor and the Jutraalians, all hope was lost- victory had been a half chance and sucess a glorious but unattainable illusion.

Yet the fight goes on.

Fyor was not prepared to surrender, nor to retreat- which left him with one option- continue the sensless fight. Retreat or surrender would end his short lived career- and he would live out his days as captain of a patrol vessel near Despayre. He would not allow that to happen- an honorable death was perfered to such a course of action. It was not something Fyor wanted, but to leave his mark on the annals of history such measures would be taken- and he was prepared for the sacrifice, an idea that as he acknowledged it brought him inner peace. Death scared him not; he was immune to its fear-though why he could not fathom.

And so we fight, for our honor.

Fyor watched out the bridge viewport as the Imperator let loose a barrage of tubolaser fire toward the closest VC ship. The shots slammed against the sheilds, flashing brilliantly as they struck. He turned away from the viewport and looked at the bridge crew, saw the determination, the poorly hidden anxiety and the plastered on calm which they tried so vainly to keep in the face of great danger. Fyor gained a realization, an ephiany. He fought on, not for Jutraal, or for the glory of the far off Emperor. He faced and did not fear death not for the glory of Jutraal- no, it was for his crew, the men whom he had known so little, but loved so much. His pride and wish for honor made him fight for the Jutraalians, and he did love Jutraal, and what it stood for- but in the heat of battle he discovered it was his fellow soldiers who gave him strength. He allowed himself a smile as this realization hit him, a full smile which he knew wouldn't been seen by the concentrating bridge crew.

With his back to the bridge viewport he never saw the missles hit........

Bonadan

South-East II Spaceport Medical facility - Two days later




"…whats his condition?…"

The medical droid rasped back its diagnosis in an almost encylopedic format, leaving Vinda staring at it blankly…

"…what the frell does that mean?… ( he turned to one of three of his advisors)

"…translation?.."

"…he’s stable, still slipping in and out of unconsciousness, but he’ll be fine…"

The Corporate leader grunted gruffly in response, and walked over to the large Bacta tank . Narrowing his eyes, he crouched forward slightly to peer through the glass and the life giving liquid to look upon the face of the Jutraalian Commander who he had fought against only days before.
Sighing thoughtfully , he spoke without turning around or shifting his gaze…

"…has he been informed yet?…"

The medical staff turned to look at each other, before one of them ventured a reply…

"…er…no… we have been waiting for him to come around properly…it’ll be a great deal to take in all at once…"

"…that’s for damn sure…" (Vinda muttered underneath his breath)

Straightening up , Vinda rubbed his temple before turning to face the advisors…

"…do we know who he is yet?…"

"..according to the Jutraalian ship logs, from what can make out, his name is…
(the advisor stole a quick glance down at the data-pad in his left hand)…
…’ Fyor Viglianco’…"

"…let me know the moment he’s awake…."

"..of course Mr Vinda…"

The Vinda-Corp CEO seemed to study the man for a moment before straightening his tunic , and leaving the room.

As Vinda exited the facility , a familiar figure joined him at his side…

"…how is he?.."

Vinda stopped walking, retrieved his Cigarra pouch and after carefully selecting one, dug into his pockets for his cutter, expertly chopped the end off, and lit it using his chrome lighter.

"…we’ll see…Achinta…we’ll see"

The businessman took a long audible drag upon his cigarra as he looked up at the traffic bustling overhead in the distance…

"…get a hold of Mr Soom, see what Section can dig up on a ‘Fyor Viglianco’…"

The Bodyguard nodded, and matched Vinda’s strides as the CEO began to walk again…

"…The Aargaunian representatives will be here at 14:00 hours , as scheduled . Their details for their membership into the Commonwealth should be finalised by the end of today…Also the Governor of Kir wishes to see you, to express his deepest thanks personally…"

Vinda gave the HRD a confused looked…

"…Governor Simonov?…why?…"

Achinta couldn’t help but let loose a slight smile…

"…he was on Aargau at the time…meeting the members of the board…apparently…"

Vinda let loose a small chuckle, and shook his head slowly…

"..and what about the Jutraalians?…the reports of the Empire disbanding must be exaggerated surely?…"

Achinta shook his head, and clasped his hands behind his back as he kept in step with his employer..

"..on the contrary …all intelligence reports indicate just that, it seems that the Jutraalian’s Deathstar-building days are over…not substantiated , but rumours are, it had something to do with the Empire…"

Taking another toke on his Cigarra Vinda shook his head once more out of disbelief…

"..well…it seems lady luck favoured us this time around…and here I was thinking we were about to end up in all out war with them…

…I wonder what this ‘Viglianco’ is going to make about all of this… "

The two men seemed to reflect on this thought for a moment, until Achinta changed the subject a little…

"…the Caprician Ambassador, Scipio Arien , is back on-planet now, we can meet her after the Aargaunian visit…"

Vinda’s demeanour seemed to brighten at this news…

"…ah, good… I’d like to thank her personally for their support…"

Vinda frowned slightly as they reached the steps of VC-HQ, and after a last quick toke on his cigarra , he stubbed out the remainder underfoot, and sighed a little as if remembering something…

"..which reminds me…

…we owe them a Star Destroyer…."

OOC- Sorry for the long delay, that seems to be the order of the day with this thread.

IC- His eyes opened groggily and were filled immediatly with the bright luminecense characteristic of hospitals, as a pair of Vinda Corp physicans were activly discussing his status. A 2-1B medicinal droid was monitoring his vital signs, its back turned away as it adjusted some console a few feet away Fyor's bed. The conversation continued uninterrupted, the VC doctors unaware that Fyor had finally come to. Everything seemed hazy, and to Fyor everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

".... I thought his condition wasn't that serious- what could be cause him to continue to be out for so long?

We're examining the possiblity of a stroke or brain hemorahge, or possibly serious brain trauma. Our scans should be complete and the tests ready later tonight.

He's stayed pretty stable has he not?

Still no major changes: heatrate, blood pressure... everything is stable, hes just not responsive.

Interesting- any ideas for a reviavl treatment?

Not yet, but We're working on one, Mr. Vinda is quite has been keeping a personal intrest in his condition.

Who is he?

A POW actually- from the Aargau battle...."

Fyor's eyes shut, his muggy brain mulling over the final words he heard. His mind was still cloudly, but the last sentence had seemed to knife through his confusion. Still, he could not keep his eyes open...

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When he awoke again, it was dark. The former luminescence was gone, the room was quiet except for the low humming of machinery and the beep of a machine which was obviosuly recording Fyor's heartrate, along with other vital signs. The 2-1B was standing there, a silent vigil at its post. Fyor attempted and with some effort managed to sit up in his bed. He felt a sharp pain which was quickly overshadowed by a feeling of lightheadness, Fyor wobbled, nearly collapsed, but managed to stay sitting up. His attempt to speak was blocked by what seemed to be huge blockage in his throat, his backed up salivia prevented him from vocallizing. He coughed in a chronic fit, but managed to croke out,

"Where am I?"

"Bonadan"

The voice originated from a chair on the other end of the room from Fyor's bed.

"Medical faculty, obviously. You took some physical damage at the end of the battle"

The owner of the voice stood from the chair he had been occupying, and walked over to Fyor. He was of standard height, dressed in an immaculate business suit. Except for the particular color of his skin, and eyes, he might have passed for human. His skin was a monochrome grey, making him appear to have stepped out of a black and white novel. His eyes were solid black, matching with a shock of dead black hair. The suit was salt and pepper, with emphasis on the pepper.

"I had the … feeling …" continued the man, "That you would be coming around now, so I came down. Careful, don't make the droid short-circuit."

The 2-1B was anxiously standing at his post,, one arm out to catch its patient if he showed any sign of falling over.