Pre ANH Roleplay: The Start!!!

[Mad78]

"We have been pushed back. But that doesn't mean that our mission cannot be accomplished. Does anyone have an idea as how we could defeat the Imperials?" asked the Admiral. Merick stood up.

"I thought of something Admiral. As you know Turbolasers are very well adapted to taking on large and slow targets. But they are much less usefull for taking out small fast moving objects such as fighters. My reasonning is that The lab ship shall hide in the Asteroid field until reinforcements arrive. My plan is to send General Hechtman's squadron with a Shuttle modified to dock on the outside of the ship. I shall pilot the shuttle. The X-Wings will occupy the defense fighters and will create a diversion while the shuttle breaches the labs hull and docks. Me and the Commandos shall enter and steal the fighter plans. The X-Wings will then escort The Shuttle out of the Asteroid field to the Hyperspace jump point."

[ADarkJedi44]

Evan was surprised at the idea. Could his ten X-wings escort the shuttle into the middle of a small Imperial task force? Surely it would be difficult, but they had reduced the amount of Imperial fighters to almost nill....It's daring, but then again the Imperials will never expect it....

***

Green squadron came out of hyperspace escorting the shuttle. Sure enough, the Imperials remained in the asteroid field. When they finally got to the edge of the asteroid field, the turbolasers started firing and the few remaining fighters were launched. They can't continue to fire the turbolasers without endangering their own ships....

Green six got hit and was instantly atomized, but he was Green squadron's only casulty. The few TIEs that were left were no match for the nine X-wings and were quickly vaporized. The turbolasers soon stopped firing as Green squadron danced around the capitol ships and the shuttle appeared to have docked safely....

[Mad78]

Merick piloted the Shuttle avoiding the Asteroids. The hidden Turbolasers ignored them and consertrated on shooting at Green Squadron. The Shuttle approched the Lab Ship. The onboard Computer had located the labs on the starboard side of the ship the shuttle's magnetic hatch stuck itself on to the hull. The opening lasers breached the hull creating a circular entery. On of the 15 commandos who were with Merick kicked the the piece of metal to liberate the entry. The Commando behind him threw a small thermal detonator. Shouts and a great explosion followed. Merick followed a commando threw the opening. The commando guided Merick to the lab. The computer expert was already downloading the plans.

"Once the download is finished delete all the data." ordered Merick. The commando nodded. A few minutes later the group was moving back towards the Shuttle when suddenly a Turbolift opened spilling out ten stormtroopers. Merick opened fire with his blaster hitting the first guard in the head. The commando behind him opened fire with his heavy blaster gunning down two more guards.

"DETONATOR!" shouted a commando throwing a grenade into the lift, the explosion killed the last Stormtrooprs. Ten minutes later the shuttle was preparing to leave when suddenly the Imperial reinforcements arrived.

"Do you still have acces to the ship's main computer?" asked Merick to the computer expert.

" Yes, Sir."

"Then order the Ship to crash into that ISD and broadcast an evacuation order."

"Pilot get us out of here."

[ADarkJedi44]

As the lab ship crashed into the VSD, she was clearly finished. Green squadron had hit her with a few torpedoes and she had been damaged by friendly fire. Now, as she moved wildly out of control, she collided with an asteroid. An Imperial task force destroyed and secret plans captured, a great victory indeed.

"Nice work everyone, I'm sure High Command will be most pleased,"

Evan said as Green squadron hypered out of the area.

***

Admiral Helos stood up at the debriefing:

"Great job everyone, the data is currently being analyzed, but the loss of the lab ship will severly delay this project for the Imperials, and we now have a good source of information about it. Merick your official promotion ceremony is in 0200 hours so be ready. Our next target is, well, I think we plan on returning to Denab and setting the Imperials straight. We'll make sure our intelligence is accurate this time. Would anyone else like to add anything?

[Guest Admiral_Antilles]

It was a barren wasteland, Ecchein 9, snow covered at the northern tip, while an arid dessert in the south. The only place one could survive these two extremes was on the middle continent where temperatures fluctuated, but fluctuated within normal parameters. It’s only habitants where killed 12 years earlier in one of the last battles of the Clone Wars. So the cities that once dwelt in the middle region where now just rubble and memory of past destruction. But now there dwelt a man, no a Jedi, he had fought during that terrible battle, slain a Sith lord even. But he was left behind, out of contact from the Republic for 12 long years, surviving on what he could scrounge, just trying to stay alive. The Force, the Force he had once used and served was now dead. The Force had not helped him in the thick of battle, it was only when he called upon the Dark Side that Master Yoda had always told him was evil, that he was able to crush that Sith lord, not the good side of the Force.

He had been a good looking man to most women once, but now he was ruff looking, still strong built and muscular, but worn and battle hardened. His Lightsaber had been damaged many years ago during a whirlwind that had come through the middle of the once great capital city while he was foraging for food. So he had relied on only his Force powers to survive, heating his food, moving objects, destroying animals trying to kill him. He had even learned how to create small tremors that shook the region for minutes at a time. He had been building a space-going ship since he had been left behind, salvaging bits and pieces from clone transports that had crashed and even a Separatist droid navigator brain. He was going to leave tomorrow, heading for Corellia, his homeworld, he was going to start a new life there, without the war or whatever was going on out there. He had fought for a cause and look what it got him, nothing. His name was Fel. He could not remember his first name; it had been years since he had spoken basic. He was ready to leave now. Ecchein 9 had been his home, a harsh home, but a home nonetheless. He would miss it, but he knew he had to leave.

 

 

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It was a foggy day on Ecchein 9, the suns in the south had begun coming up for the day as Fel began making a checklist of the vital systems on his dinky make-shift freighter. He was finally going to leave, finally see home again, finally see civilization and people.

So after years of preparation he left Ecchein 9, heading to Corellia in hopes of finding peace…

[Mad78]

Merick stood up.

"I would agree on attacking if I haden't received crucial information from the Corellian system minutes before this meeting." he pressed a button. A holographic image of a man with brown hair appeared. "This is General Mistor. He is a leader of the Corellian defense force which is under Imperial control. He has also been passing us critical information for about two years. Our intelegence tells us that he has been arrested for treason. I suggest we save because he has many contacts which could be of great utlity."

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: ooooh Antilliles can get involved

Ok Mad let's take this one slowly so Antilliles can react to what we're doing.

 

"Going in and conducting a raid on Corellia? I don't think we're going to find that to be a cakewalk....We'd need a distraction, a big distraction. One big enough to divert a large amount of the Imperial fleet in the sector, yet at the same moment we'd need most of our fleet to hold our own against Corellia's formidable defenses, fleet or not. Therefore we'd need to distract the defenses force while we can deploy a group of commandos....a dificult mission indeed.

[Mad78]

Merick felt quite stupid to not have thought of that. But he had to find a solution. Suddenly he got an idea.

"We could attack Denab. And post a task force at the rim of the corelian system, out of range of their detectors. The second larger task force could attack Denab and force the Imperials to fetch help from Corellia and leave it unprotected. That would be the time to attack."

[ADarkJedi44]

"It sounds like a good idea for a distraction. We'd need it to be a large force, so they'll call for they entire fleet. Once at Denab our fleet could destroy a few vessels and stay long enough to insure the rest of the Sector fleet is on its way. It could then, perhaps, jump a round a little to continue to attract attention, while causing a little chaos. Meanwhile our secondary and smaller fleet would move to destroy the remaining defenses while escorting the commandos in and providing cover for them. Sounds like it could work, but a lot could go wrong. Assuming this plan is accepted, I assume Green squadron will be flying with the second strike group. Admiral Helos?

[Guest Admiral_Antilles]

The sound of silence, it is a wonderful thing to behold. A time to sleep, think, a time when your thoughts feel like they are bouncing from side to side with nothing to consume them. Fel had been used to this feeling for longer than he ever wanted, but no more. He was now off Ecchein 9; he could not even see it anymore after making calculations into his old Separatist droid navigation brain for the hyperspace jump. Just stars going by and lights flickering from the controls to the left and right of him to keep him company, that and his thoughts. Thoughts of what he was going to do when he reached Corellia. Perhaps build a small cottage far away in peace. Maybe even try to find his daughter; he could almost still smell he scent. She had been 6 years old when he left for the war. If she still lived, she would be 19 years old, probably not even remembering him. She had lived in Coronet with her aunt, while he went away. He hated leaving her and wrote to her all the way up to the Battle of Ecchein 9. She probably thought him dead, and it was probably for the best he imagined. I wonder if the Republic has defeated the Separatists yet. He thought to himself.

Disrupting his thoughts was a quick jerk of the ship then noises could begin to be heard throughout the ship, he was here. Coronet, a beautiful thing to behold, it looked like a blue jewel. He had almost forgotten color aside from fire and ash. He began to reach out to the Force to shield his ship from view and began his dissension, planning on landing about 30km outside Coronet. He could see weird looking ships all over. A lot seemed to have happened in twelve years. In his Force-cloaked ship he landed with a small thud. It was time to see what he had missed, time to see what was lost to him for twelve years…

[Mad78]

Merick looked at his small strike force by the bay of his Strike cruiser. Helos had taken the lead of the larger Strike Force and given Merick the command of the second. He had under his command 5 corvettes,

2 dreadnoughts and a Strike cruiser. A message came out of the commboard.

"We have just lost a YT-1300." The larger Strike force did not have any ships of that kind in their fleet. Helos and Merick had agreed his would be thwe attack signal.

"Navigator set a course for Corellia. And prepare to launch the fighters."

Time show Corellia what the Rebellion realy was.

[ADarkJedi44]

"Ok Green Squad, lets dance."

Green Squadron cane out of the belly of the Strike Cruiser first. As they sailed through space, five squadrons of Z-95s soon joined them. The commando's transport also came launched, but it quickly moved away to ensure its secracy.

"Ok Green group we have a Carrack in orbit, load your proton torpedos. Let's take her out before the TIEs get on us."

Green Squadron vectored in and loosed twenty-four torpedos at the small cruiser. It desperatly attempted to evade, but the effort was futile...soon it was a smoldering wreck.

As Evan looked at his radar, he saw the first squadron of TIEs coming at him. The Z-95s were now flying in formation with his X-wings. A single squadron of TIEs didn't seem like much. Then two more full squadrons appeared on his radar. As he watched the number soon increased to four. The four squadrons moved in to form the first wave, with more TIEs clearly preparing to launch....

 

OOC: Woohoo I'm a warlord[/i]

[Mad78]

OOC: Well done.

IC:

"Create a perimeter around the area. Attack any Capital ship which comes into range. Corvettes Juno and Banshee begin your descent." ordered Merick

The two corvettes slowly started descending into the atmoshere of the planet. The stopped and hovered only 1 mile above the Imperial base. They opened fire with their Turbolasers and lauinched a squadron of Y-Wings to start bombing the base. The Juno moved to give its guns a better angle. The Turbolasers fired directly into the Hangar of the base, destroying two squadrons of Ties before they could take off. A few Kilometers to the East the Commandos's transport descended on to the bases prison. A few minutes later the Transport took off. The diversion caused by the fleet and the Corvettes had perfectly.

"To all ships give cover fire to Juno and Banshee."

The dreadnoughts and the Strike Cruiser created a real wall of fire between the Corvettes and the enemi ships.

A few seconds later the Commando's ship had boarded the Chronicle. And the Flett jumped into Hyperspace.

 

BTW: The Chronicle is the name of my Strike cruiser

[Stellar_Magic]

OOC: I'm joining in this thing as an imp....

 

IC:"Major Baumer, Major!" Major Kirk Baumer awoke as his wingman shook his shoulder. Surprised Kirk sat bolt upright his ears now taking in the rumble of a full battle alert. With a nameless fear digging at his heart Kirk grabbed the nearest flight suit from its rack. The sound of a decelleration from hyperspae echoed through the barracks as Kirkran down the hall hastely checking his air filters as he ran.

 

After a turn he emerged into the tie hanger of the Imperial Star Destroyer Serpent's Bite. Without a second glance ran to the nearest starfighter and dropped into the cockpit. As he sealed the hatch he called across the commlink, "This is Major Baumer of 607th requesting launch and callsign assignment begining preflight checklist now."

 

"Negative on preflight Major Baumer, we're in hot callsign is Alpha lead. Target rebel starfighters raiding the convoy, concentrate on those that are threatening the freighters."

 

"Roger control, ready for launch," he answered. Suddenly below him the double space doors hissed open to reveal the dazzling lights of a battle in full swing.

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: So glad you could join us

 

Evan watched as another squadron of TIEs launched from the star destroyer. The attack was a small one, designed to get a few freighters without deploying any significant part of the Alliance fleet. A carrier, a squadron of Z-95s, Green squadron and two squadron of Y-wings along with multiple transports was the whole striking force.

"Ok Green squadron and Blue group lets go after the newest arrivals. Remember we only have to deplay them for a few more minutes will the freighters are secured, so don't try anything to risky."

The Rebel fighters quickly moved against the TIEs. At the last moment, the TIEs scattered and made a move for the Rebels' rear.

"Scatter and beat them at their own game!"

The Rebels did the same and fight boiled down into a fierce melee. Evan found a TIE manuvering wildly and moved to attack it. As Evan got the ship into his crosshairs, it suddenly dived. Evan tried to chase it, but the pilot was clearly one of the Empire's best. He eventually gave up the chase to find that another squadron had launched.

"Back into formation, let the three surviving TIEs go."

"General Hechtman, return to the carrier. We have our freighters and are preparing to leave."

 

OOC: Sorry to wipe out your squad on your first battle

I'll be more merciful later

[Mad78]

Welcome SM I think I shall wait for DJ44 and AA to post before answering.

[StestoWanKenobi]

Can I join Please I have Read through but my Character Has been waiting for ages for an opening Scene and here it is.

 

Character Name: Stesto Shilimiua

Gender: Male

Affialation: Jedi Padawan

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General Mistor Walked into the Main Control Room and Operated his Communicomm To speak with Evan. "Sir Evan, A special request has been made to Backup our defenses Sir." He Listened for a reply off Evan. "The Request has been made from an anonymous sender Sir, Do you have any use for this Jedi, Sir?" He stood Hoping for a "Yes" because with his past experience with the Jedi Knight they have proved themselves worthy to him and his Ol' Team mates.

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: Welcome to the RPG! But umm...you have my lost with your post

[Stellar_Magic]

Major Baumer swore as his last three starfighters formed up on his wings. It had taken mere seconds for his force to be decimated by the rebels. On hsi rear sensors he could see the rebel starfighters swarming toward their carrier as several of the freighters moved to follow the carrier.

 

His comm board lit up as a wing commander's voice crackled through the comm, "Alpha lead return tot he engagement."

 

"Negative control, we're all alone out here."

 

"Do as you're told Major!," The commander's vocie was fierce and angry.

 

Kirk swore, "Roger control, we'll form up with the next wave." He hauled the Tie fighter over and dropped into formation behind them. In the distance the Rebel Carrier's weapons flared. In front of him one of the Tie fighters exploded as the blast fo Turbolaser fire caught it through the cockpit.

 

Through the cloud of debris Kirk saw the green flash of the Star Destroyer's turbolasers as they arched through space toward the Quasar Fire Class Carrier. With a flicker of pseudomotion the craft flashed into hyperspace followed by the ion trails of dozens of starfighters and freighters.

 

Major Baumer slumped in hsi seat clearly tired fromt he engagement, "Control, requesting orders..."

 

"All ships return to base, this engagement is over."

 

OOC: Thanks Darkie, there go a score of starfighters... now I've got to train up their replacements. I believe thsi is a proper response to what you posted.

[Mad78]

Where is Spamtilles?

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: Doesn't matter just jump in! lol

[StestoWanKenobi]

OOC: Basically a Rebel general wants to know if you have any use for this Jedi(Me) that has been sent to aid you?

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: Ah ok, of course we could use a Jedi.

 

Evan listened in disbelief. Perhaps he had been overworked and was no longer hearing properly....

"A Jedi? I thought...well I thought they were....wiped out.

 

"Apparantly not sir, the person claiming to be a Jedi has shown me some of his...er....powers and I'm quite sure he's for real."

 

"Well if this is true....a Jedi would be a truely great asset indeed. Where is this Jedi? I'd like to meet him...."

[Stellar_Magic]

OOC: So lets give the jedi something to do.

 

IC:Major Baumer sighed as he stepped into the briefing room. With a glance he watched the nine replacement pilots follow him into the room. They'd had excellent simulation scores still, simulators could not replace reality.

 

The Star Destroyer's captain stood and smiled, his name was Gordon Verlin, "Welcome pilots recent intelligence has indicated that a rebel starfighter carrying an important person is scheduled to pass through the Vega IV system in a few minutes for an important rendevous."

 

Major Baumer felt hsi gut contract with surprise and fear, "So this is a strike mission sir?"

 

"Yes, your squadron will be dropped off in the Vega IV Asteroid belt and await there for this meeting, any questions? dismissed."

 

* * *

 

"Remind me never to fly in an asteroid belt again," Alpha lead spoke slowly into the comm link.

 

"I agree lead, I'm getting tired of dodging rocks," That was Lieutenant Lara Jules, one of the three survivors from the last mission.

 

"Thanks Six," Kirk Baumer replied. Suddenly a ship appeared on his scope, but it wasn't a x-wing let alone a y-wing.

 

"Six to lead, one Kuat Delta Seven Aethersprite on my scope," The woman's vocie paused uncertain, "Is that it?"

 

"I don't know, keep your eyes open six," Major Baumer replied his voice tense, "Weren't those what the Jedi used to fly as starfighters?"

 

"Roger that lead, thats exactly the last place I've heard of them being used," Lara's voice was no longer plain, fear was obviously trickling into her voice.

 

"Nine to lead, I've got a corellian corvette entering the system, one flight of x-wings as escort, requesting orders?"

 

"Alert the Serpent's bite, it seems are target is larger then anticipated!"

 

OOC: I now hand off to 44 and kenobi, just don't murder all my pilots again...

[ADarkJedi44]

OOC: Well you're not killing my Jedi, but I'll try not to wipe you out.

Green squadron's first flight flew losely towards the Y-wing. No trouble was anticipated, it just to be an easy escort mission. Indeed, Evan was in a good mood. He had just recived a report from High Command, indicating that they were to upgrade Blue Squadron from Z-95s to X-wings. High Command had been impressed by the X-wings performance and was now moving to acquire more. Add that to the news of the Jedi, and Evan began to think that the Rebellion was begining to turn into a formidable fighting force.

The four best pilots in the Rebel Alliance moved towards the Y-wing with the corvette slowly behind them. Supposedly a Jedi was in the Y-wing. If a Jedi indeed would join the Rebels, the results would be far felt. This could be the first step towards winning the war.

Suddenly an ISD jumped out of hyperspace. As it moved towards the corvette, a squadron of TIE fighters emerged from the asteroid belt. So much for a routine escort mission....

"Corvette Essex can we get the hell out of here?"

OOC: Off to Kenobi...or SM....