OOC NOTE: due to an error on my part, this does not start till monday. This is Sundy. I miscalculated ship-build times and thought the ships were done now. That is not so. so it officially doesn't start till then.
Regrad checked his computer again. This couldn’t be right. According to this, which he was sure must be a mistake, his orders have been changed. His previous command to go and explore some nearby forest planets has been cancelled and replaced by orders to take over Hurok, the arctic planet, where reports indicate that the world is held by The Enemy. His fleet was new and inexperienced, and reports indicate enemy fighters, but Regrad had to do his duty.
He left his cozy house on the capital, Capital, and took a transport to the station, where he got a shuttle to the Military Command base. The other High Poobahs were waiting for him, and he sat down as the meeting commenced.
Commander of army intelligence stood up, and pressed a nearby button on his right, starting a holo in the middle of the table. A desolate, Ice-encrusted planet appeared before them, all snow and sharp mountains and such. His pointer stick extended to the holo, pointing at a small fleet sitting outside the planet.
“Intelligence reports reveal that the planets’ ship defences are small, a single victory class star destroyer and two modified corellian corvettes, and recently a team of ten tie defenders known as Drake Squad joined them. Evidence shows signs that they may be human, meaning we run the risk of revealing ourselves should any escape. During the battle make sure they are annihilated. A saboture on the planet placed a bug in their computers so you can track them should they escape the battle.
“The victory class Fear & Darkness is clearly of importance to their armada in general, as it has symbols suggesting that it is the flag ship. It is ill-advise that you try to take it head on with anything in the fleet, it could annihilate the whole task-force if you let it, so kill it fast and stealthily. Once destroyed, you will have to make a landing, there is only one clear landing spot, in the arctic city of Dranodod, where we have found out are hidden substantial enemy reserves and several heavy installations.”
“From there, we will begin an unloading procedure and start shipping our men en mass to the planets’ surface. When we have a firm hold, we march to the capital, where we bomb the enemy out with planetary assaults from the corellian gunships and the MC 40a. This will cause them to either get beaten to a pulp, fight us, surrender, vacate the planet, or eat a large, fresh, and altogether tasty bowl of stew.”
The plan was ready, so Regrad got onto his shuttle, and flew it up to the awaiting fleet. Boarding The Day Break, an MC 40a, he looked over his fleet manifest.
-MC 40a Day Break
-Corellian Gunship
-Corellian Gunship
-NB-2 Yunos
-NB-2 Rocka Fella
-40 B-wings
This was the mighty fleet of Azguard, Regrad reflected, a handful of warships, some fighter craft, an inexperienced crew, and a huge, vast army of bureaucrats following behind with mad ideas. He surprised himself with this treacherous thought, and banished it to the dark rear of his mind, where he could feel the presence growing, that he had felt that day.
“Sir, awaiting orders” said a stout officer, chest thrust out so far, you might think his nipples were tied to a pair of charging elephants. Everyone was all up and exited at the prospect of fighting great big space fights, like on the holo net. People had already started letters home, something like “Dear mum and Dad, today I blew up three enemy battalions, etc” which would be cured the instant half of them were shot to death.
The fleet calculated the jump with tactical precision, and leapt from Azguardian space into hyperspace. Scientists were befuddled by hyperspace, and plans were being made for some mad weapons to blow things up in hyperspace, like small moons and the like. Tch, some people.
Regrad took a sip from a mug of hot coco as the stars outside shook and spun.
Twenty minutes later
Now out of hyperspace, Regrad gazed upon their target, Hurok. The Enemy, the only name we know them by, Scrambled to their fighters, desperately taking to the air to combat this menacing fleet before them. Tactics, they still had that above the enemy fleet.
ENEMY FLEET MANIFEST FOR THE FLEET OF THE ENEMY AROUND HUROK:
1 Victory-class Star Destroyer, the Flagship, known as Fear and Darkness,
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Harpoon
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Dark Ice
Ten Tie defenders, the mercenaries of Drake squad, onboard Fear and Darkness
Twenty Tie fighters, Alpha group, on Fear and Darkness
Ten Tie interceptors
Ten Tie Interceptors
“B-wings, stay behind the Capital ships and stay out of sight, Yunos, Rocka Fella, Gunships, form a spearhead around Day-Break, charge them dead on and concentrate all fire on that victory star destroyer. I have a plan!” Said Regrad, as he rapt out clear and concise orders to his crew, prepared to fight. The naïve glint was replaced with a grim determination, Azguardians can be fierce when furious.
Fear and Darkness was powered up, as the crew rushed aboard. The Azguard fleet made it just in time as the enemy ships launched. Forty assorted Tie ships flew around the underbellies of their precious command ships, and the three enemy ships moved into position. The modified corellian corvettes seemed unsure, as the enemy firepower was extensive enough to destroy either of them very fast indeed. Regrad sent a message to each individual ship, asking for its’ surrender.
After a moment the response came, and it was apparent that they would fight to the last, or maybe they had reinforcements waiting… Oh well.
Fear and Darkness ploughed ahead, its’ huge guns launching huge bolts of crimson light into the shields of the Azguardians. The sight was eerie in the extreme, soundless bolts of light, arcing across the dark, deep void of space, crashing into the frontal shields without a sound, it was enough to make a guy snap, how do those deep space pilots take it?
The Azguard wedge kept moving stolidly towards enemy defences, guns firing fast. The shots being traded collided with their targets, but at long rage they barely scratched the shields. They were very close when the trap was sprung. From behind rushed the b-wings, the first twenty let off a salvo of Ion shots onto one of the corvettes, the other twenty fired off a spray of proton torpedoes against the same target, blowing the small ship to pieces.
The Ties scattered well behind Fear and Darkness, a swarm of B-wings would shred them to pieces. But it looked like they were given strict orders to attack, so the fifty odd ships rushed The Yunos, peppering the ship with shots.
Onboard the Yunos, lights flickered and warning lights blasted on, screaming the danger that came, with the shields failing and the ship trapped in a sphere of Ties.
But then The B-wings and Gunships broke formation, and sped over to assist their comrades, only to have the speedy ties race away and move over to Rocka Fella, who was getting beaten upon. The gunships and B-wings broke into two units, and protected both NB-2s from further assault, and the Ties retreated.
Fear and Darkness was getting impatient of this long-range barrage, and pushed forward fast, pulling up infront of the Day-Break. Barely .1 km apart, the two s hips released a broadside, of which the MC-40 was getting the worse of. But the rest of he fleet positioned itself around Fear and Darkness, trapping it in. The Corellian Corvette and Ties lanced towards the enemy, and the B-wings raced out to meet them, slaughtering Ties by the fistful.
The B-wing captain pulled up his HUD display and chose another Tie Target. The interceptor sun and weaved, but a torpedo from the B-wing brought him down easy. Three shots scorched the side of his ship, and he pulled up, only to have the leader of the mercenaries pull infront of him. He was making a jump to light-speed, but the captain could read his nav computer input from the bug. He pulled into hyperspace after him, and the chase was on.
Back in the battle, Fear and darkness was failing, and a channel to them to surrender had been ignored. Small explosions rocked the outer hull, and it finely burst, into a thousand flaming fragments. The last enemy resistance fell as the enemy fighters and cruiser died to pummelling from the capital ships.
And so, slowly, they began to land on the planet with their ships, to take a second planet in the name of the AGM.
(More later)
The enemy resisted their landing for hours, as men fired at the lending craft. Regrad needed the area cleared. He returned to the command table, and poked around afew pieces. What could he do? If the enemy kept their constant firing up, and exchanged positions occasionally they would keep them out almost indefinitely. The gunships. They could go in atmosphere. Hmm.
He had been against using them at first, thinking it to be too vicious, but then, that was the point of war, wasn’t it? Oh well.
“Send the gunships down”
The two gunships broke off from the fleet and rushed towards the surface. Blaster fire and turrets feebly fired at the two ships, whose weapons tore them to shreds, leaving nothing behind. Enemies fled before their onslaught, and the defences lay broken. Day-Break landed, along with the two Gunships, unloading their troops and Regrad. They then left to gather more men from Azguard, sort of a ferrying service for the troops.
Regrad set about building a base of operations. A nearby landing station was commandeered, as the civilians had fled before their landing. The towers around the large landing bay and building were filled with mobile guns brought from home. Soon the space port, landing bay, and towers around it became a military complex. Men took rounds around the surface near the station, and the Fighters made sweeps of the area. They were ready to begin a long campaign of war, to defeat the dark, to get a snack from the vending machine of the universe with the quarter-on-a-string of the military.
And so five days passed like this, before the battles began.
FIVE DAYS LATER
The captain of the B-wings, Derog, had had a hectic five days. His orders were to follow and destroy the Drake squad leader before he could communicate. After coming out of hyperspace, he had followed his quarry onto a transport, which was passing Coruscant when he got off on his Tie Defender. Derog had followed, and was detected. He was even now pursuing him, getting closer, it would end.
Regrad surveyed his troops before the charge. He decide that they had the advantage. The enemy had to fight a mob of thousands of troops, all versed in combat and ready to go, may Yunos smile on them.
He drew out the electro spear and las-pistol he had been recently issued, and gave one final order
“Charge!!!”
His men and he rushed towards the fortress walls of Angork, an enemy stronghold. The enemy on top fired into the advancing troops, who ignored the hits. The wall had been breached and the army crushed what little resistance remained on the walltops. Attacks like this were occurring planet-wide, where hoards of Azguard troops smashed the enemy walls and slaughtered enemies, raising their flag over every station. There was only the main enemy capital left, and to be honest, every fight had been a ‘sacrificial lamb’ towards them. The capital would be no easy target. He would need to plan this out well.
Regrad checked his computer again. This couldn’t be right. According to this, which he was sure must be a mistake, his orders have been changed. His previous command to go and explore some nearby forest planets has been cancelled and replaced by orders to take over Hurok, the arctic planet, where reports indicate that the world is held by The Enemy. His fleet was new and inexperienced, and reports indicate enemy fighters, but Regrad had to do his duty.
He left his cozy house on the capital, Capital, and took a transport to the station, where he got a shuttle to the Military Command base. The other High Poobahs were waiting for him, and he sat down as the meeting commenced.
Commander of army intelligence stood up, and pressed a nearby button on his right, starting a holo in the middle of the table. A desolate, Ice-encrusted planet appeared before them, all snow and sharp mountains and such. His pointer stick extended to the holo, pointing at a small fleet sitting outside the planet.
“Intelligence reports reveal that the planets’ ship defences are small, a single victory class star destroyer and two modified corellian corvettes, and recently a team of ten tie defenders known as Drake Squad joined them. Evidence shows signs that they may be human, meaning we run the risk of revealing ourselves should any escape. During the battle make sure they are annihilated. A saboture on the planet placed a bug in their computers so you can track them should they escape the battle.
“The victory class Fear & Darkness is clearly of importance to their armada in general, as it has symbols suggesting that it is the flag ship. It is ill-advise that you try to take it head on with anything in the fleet, it could annihilate the whole task-force if you let it, so kill it fast and stealthily. Once destroyed, you will have to make a landing, there is only one clear landing spot, in the arctic city of Dranodod, where we have found out are hidden substantial enemy reserves and several heavy installations.”
“From there, we will begin an unloading procedure and start shipping our men en mass to the planets’ surface. When we have a firm hold, we march to the capital, where we bomb the enemy out with planetary assaults from the corellian gunships and the MC 40a. This will cause them to either get beaten to a pulp, fight us, surrender, vacate the planet, or eat a large, fresh, and altogether tasty bowl of stew.”
The plan was ready, so Regrad got onto his shuttle, and flew it up to the awaiting fleet. Boarding The Day Break, an MC 40a, he looked over his fleet manifest.
-MC 40a Day Break
-Corellian Gunship
-Corellian Gunship
-NB-2 Yunos
-NB-2 Rocka Fella
-40 B-wings
This was the mighty fleet of Azguard, Regrad reflected, a handful of warships, some fighter craft, an inexperienced crew, and a huge, vast army of bureaucrats following behind with mad ideas. He surprised himself with this treacherous thought, and banished it to the dark rear of his mind, where he could feel the presence growing, that he had felt that day.
“Sir, awaiting orders” said a stout officer, chest thrust out so far, you might think his nipples were tied to a pair of charging elephants. Everyone was all up and exited at the prospect of fighting great big space fights, like on the holo net. People had already started letters home, something like “Dear mum and Dad, today I blew up three enemy battalions, etc” which would be cured the instant half of them were shot to death.
The fleet calculated the jump with tactical precision, and leapt from Azguardian space into hyperspace. Scientists were befuddled by hyperspace, and plans were being made for some mad weapons to blow things up in hyperspace, like small moons and the like. Tch, some people.
Regrad took a sip from a mug of hot coco as the stars outside shook and spun.
Twenty minutes later
Now out of hyperspace, Regrad gazed upon their target, Hurok. The Enemy, the only name we know them by, Scrambled to their fighters, desperately taking to the air to combat this menacing fleet before them. Tactics, they still had that above the enemy fleet.
ENEMY FLEET MANIFEST FOR THE FLEET OF THE ENEMY AROUND HUROK:
1 Victory-class Star Destroyer, the Flagship, known as Fear and Darkness,
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Harpoon
1 Corellian Modified Corvette, Dark Ice
Ten Tie defenders, the mercenaries of Drake squad, onboard Fear and Darkness
Twenty Tie fighters, Alpha group, on Fear and Darkness
Ten Tie interceptors
Ten Tie Interceptors
“B-wings, stay behind the Capital ships and stay out of sight, Yunos, Rocka Fella, Gunships, form a spearhead around Day-Break, charge them dead on and concentrate all fire on that victory star destroyer. I have a plan!” Said Regrad, as he rapt out clear and concise orders to his crew, prepared to fight. The naïve glint was replaced with a grim determination, Azguardians can be fierce when furious.
Fear and Darkness was powered up, as the crew rushed aboard. The Azguard fleet made it just in time as the enemy ships launched. Forty assorted Tie ships flew around the underbellies of their precious command ships, and the three enemy ships moved into position. The modified corellian corvettes seemed unsure, as the enemy firepower was extensive enough to destroy either of them very fast indeed. Regrad sent a message to each individual ship, asking for its’ surrender.
After a moment the response came, and it was apparent that they would fight to the last, or maybe they had reinforcements waiting… Oh well.
Fear and Darkness ploughed ahead, its’ huge guns launching huge bolts of crimson light into the shields of the Azguardians. The sight was eerie in the extreme, soundless bolts of light, arcing across the dark, deep void of space, crashing into the frontal shields without a sound, it was enough to make a guy snap, how do those deep space pilots take it?
The Azguard wedge kept moving stolidly towards enemy defences, guns firing fast. The shots being traded collided with their targets, but at long rage they barely scratched the shields. They were very close when the trap was sprung. From behind rushed the b-wings, the first twenty let off a salvo of Ion shots onto one of the corvettes, the other twenty fired off a spray of proton torpedoes against the same target, blowing the small ship to pieces.
The Ties scattered well behind Fear and Darkness, a swarm of B-wings would shred them to pieces. But it looked like they were given strict orders to attack, so the fifty odd ships rushed The Yunos, peppering the ship with shots.
Onboard the Yunos, lights flickered and warning lights blasted on, screaming the danger that came, with the shields failing and the ship trapped in a sphere of Ties.
But then The B-wings and Gunships broke formation, and sped over to assist their comrades, only to have the speedy ties race away and move over to Rocka Fella, who was getting beaten upon. The gunships and B-wings broke into two units, and protected both NB-2s from further assault, and the Ties retreated.
Fear and Darkness was getting impatient of this long-range barrage, and pushed forward fast, pulling up infront of the Day-Break. Barely .1 km apart, the two s hips released a broadside, of which the MC-40 was getting the worse of. But the rest of he fleet positioned itself around Fear and Darkness, trapping it in. The Corellian Corvette and Ties lanced towards the enemy, and the B-wings raced out to meet them, slaughtering Ties by the fistful.
The B-wing captain pulled up his HUD display and chose another Tie Target. The interceptor sun and weaved, but a torpedo from the B-wing brought him down easy. Three shots scorched the side of his ship, and he pulled up, only to have the leader of the mercenaries pull infront of him. He was making a jump to light-speed, but the captain could read his nav computer input from the bug. He pulled into hyperspace after him, and the chase was on.
Back in the battle, Fear and darkness was failing, and a channel to them to surrender had been ignored. Small explosions rocked the outer hull, and it finely burst, into a thousand flaming fragments. The last enemy resistance fell as the enemy fighters and cruiser died to pummelling from the capital ships.
And so, slowly, they began to land on the planet with their ships, to take a second planet in the name of the AGM.
(More later)
The enemy resisted their landing for hours, as men fired at the lending craft. Regrad needed the area cleared. He returned to the command table, and poked around afew pieces. What could he do? If the enemy kept their constant firing up, and exchanged positions occasionally they would keep them out almost indefinitely. The gunships. They could go in atmosphere. Hmm.
He had been against using them at first, thinking it to be too vicious, but then, that was the point of war, wasn’t it? Oh well.
“Send the gunships down”
The two gunships broke off from the fleet and rushed towards the surface. Blaster fire and turrets feebly fired at the two ships, whose weapons tore them to shreds, leaving nothing behind. Enemies fled before their onslaught, and the defences lay broken. Day-Break landed, along with the two Gunships, unloading their troops and Regrad. They then left to gather more men from Azguard, sort of a ferrying service for the troops.
Regrad set about building a base of operations. A nearby landing station was commandeered, as the civilians had fled before their landing. The towers around the large landing bay and building were filled with mobile guns brought from home. Soon the space port, landing bay, and towers around it became a military complex. Men took rounds around the surface near the station, and the Fighters made sweeps of the area. They were ready to begin a long campaign of war, to defeat the dark, to get a snack from the vending machine of the universe with the quarter-on-a-string of the military.
And so five days passed like this, before the battles began.
FIVE DAYS LATER
The captain of the B-wings, Derog, had had a hectic five days. His orders were to follow and destroy the Drake squad leader before he could communicate. After coming out of hyperspace, he had followed his quarry onto a transport, which was passing Coruscant when he got off on his Tie Defender. Derog had followed, and was detected. He was even now pursuing him, getting closer, it would end.
Regrad surveyed his troops before the charge. He decide that they had the advantage. The enemy had to fight a mob of thousands of troops, all versed in combat and ready to go, may Yunos smile on them.
He drew out the electro spear and las-pistol he had been recently issued, and gave one final order
“Charge!!!”
His men and he rushed towards the fortress walls of Angork, an enemy stronghold. The enemy on top fired into the advancing troops, who ignored the hits. The wall had been breached and the army crushed what little resistance remained on the walltops. Attacks like this were occurring planet-wide, where hoards of Azguard troops smashed the enemy walls and slaughtered enemies, raising their flag over every station. There was only the main enemy capital left, and to be honest, every fight had been a ‘sacrificial lamb’ towards them. The capital would be no easy target. He would need to plan this out well.