[center][h1][color=0054a6]ACC-22006, "BIG BLUE"[/color][/h1][/center]


From the time his orders were given, P-011 was ready.

He always had to be, an order could change in an instant, it could have not worked in the first place, and thus a fixing was required. This day, neither of those was an option, it was do it once, or everybody dies. Pressure was something P-011 was excellent under, though nobody else seemed to be, lazy sods. 

The orders were simple, the admiral sent them personally, something that P-011 was flattered by, someone recognized his talents for once. They were in the bridge, him and the rest of the officers, they were supposed to receive a transmission, Wolf helped them remember. The hologram burst to life, and P-011 was face to face with a Chiss female. Now, P-011 felt no attraction, he felt little attraction to anyone really, but Cannonball's pleased sigh was audible, and Claw looked away, a visible blush on his face. How cute, the clones saw a woman, it was like seeing a small child "fall in love", or a puppy meeting it's new owner for the first time. P-011 sighed disappointedly, leaning into the table. "So admiral, what are my orders?" He asked passionlessly. The admiral looked at him, her red eyes seeming to examine his soul, just a cold glare. P-011 leant back into his chair and yawned, stretching his arms over his head. The admiral finally spoke up, in a cool and authoritative tone. "Your job is to split from the main force, attack the weak part of the blockade, land the men, and then regroup, can you handle that?" She sounded confrontational, angry or frustrated, like the possibility of failure itself angered her. P-011 laughed out loud with closed eyes, clapping his gloved hands together a few times. He remained in his lean, one arm laying flat on the back of the chair, the other on his knee. "Please admiral..." He smiled from ear to ear, his head going down and his eyes going upwards. "I can more than handle it." The admiral didn't even bat an eye, simply holding her head up, which meant he was supposed to salute. So P-011 clapped his heels together and saluted, though, standing up was usually expected, pfft, he barely knew this admiral, he'd salute once she'd proven herself. She looked disgusted, before the hologram turned off.

"I'm not sure that was necessary sir." Claw interjected, looking as he usually did, mildly angry, eyebrows down and mouth closed. P-011 stood slowly, turning to him and shooting back the same look, though his was better, the milky eye always made him more intimidating than others. "What wasn't?" Claw's face didn't change, one thing P-011 learned about Claw was that he wasn't intimidated easily. "The whole 'I'm so scary' bit you did." P-011 scoffed, rolling his entire head instead of just his eye, before stomping one foot forwards and pointing directly at Claw's armored chest. "She tried to do it to me, just returning the favor." He said, overenunciating the last sentence. Claw walked up to P-011, to the point where his finger was touching Claw's chest. Claw didn't look angry, just his usual face. "Big scary man huh Polly? You just ruined any chance you had at a promotion." Their eyes met for a minute, before P-011 burst out laughing. "You're lucky you're my first mate, or I'd have had you fired as soon as we got on the ship. Now, on to business, you all heard that right?" P-011 said, backing away and addressing all the officers with open arms. They nodded in recognition. Planting his arms akimbo, P-011 spoke clearly and loudly, as if he wanted the entire crew to hear. "We're the landing ship, so that means we're focusing on shields for the next little bit, Thor, where are our engineers working?" Thor was chewing on a cigarra, as usual, it made him scowl every time. He pulled it out of his mouth, blowing smoke into the room. "Focusing on our engine right now, Toast says his guys are doing well." P-011 snapped his fingers and pointed at him. "Focus on our shields, keep them up as long as possible." Thor bowed. "Yessir." P-011 turned back into the room. "Everyone else, do what you're trained to do." Everyone saluted, before leaving, everyone except Claw, who returned to the helm, he seemed worried. P-011 looked over, mouth agape. "It'll go well Claw, just you wait." Claw didn't look up. "I sure hope so."

That was before, now, he was in orbit around the target, the last few minutes a blur, the rush of combat was too much fun! His division encountered the frigate they heard about while moving in, and they didn't know what hit them, a few spins from Claw, a little peppering from Wolf, and they were gone.

Entering the planet's atmosphere was hard on Big Blue, and it took all the shield it had to prevent hull damage. Normally it was fine, but fire from the ground made it much more difficult. Wolf sent out the gunships, and the landing started. "Sir, should we send out bombers?" His voice came over the bridge comms, the echoing of the hangar heard under his voice. P-011 held a hand to his chin, responding coolly. "No, this is only our first objective, we rejoin the armada, then we return to begin bombardment, there's still ships in orbit." Claw immediately made moves to leave orbit, he knew P-011 too well.

After a quick burst of G-force, the ship was back in space, P-011 could see the two forces engaging, explosions and blaster bolts lit up the sky. P-011 pointed to the battle, smirking a bit, "Blue squadron, move to engage!" Big Blue's engines roared to life, and the ship traveled towards the battle, flanked by the other acclamators. "We're coming in behind, so engagements with fighters will be minimal, Wolf, focus on getting our bombers in position, strike fast, then retreat and get the fighters in to destroy any interceptors." P-011 remained calm, despite battle being about to begin, he took deep breaths to calm any anxiety he had, a technique stressed by his instructors, it worked well enough.
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[h1][center]Wolf's assault[/center][/h1]

Immediately, Wolf's voice came over the hangar intercom, which also reached the barracks, he yelled to get the clones' attention, though it came out wrong, he seemed flustered by the concept of real battle, sure it was no less dangerous than a training sim, or even the frigate earlier, but... Hmm, he couldn't think of a reason to be afraid actually, caution to the wind then. "All pilots, report to the hangar immediately, this is not a drill." Wolf then stomped out of the room, grabbing his helmet on the way out. [i]'Let's show these buggers what Blue Squadron's made of.'[/i]

Walking down the halls, helmet under his shoulder, Wolf was not happy, no sane person would be, he was knowingly sending hundreds of men to their deaths, no pressure. Turning to his right, Wolf came face to face with the hangar door, he exhaled deeply, before throwing his helmet on, and entering the hangar. Immediately the smell of oil and burning gas entered his nose, he could also smell some bacta, some had been injured during the initial battle with the frigate, though a quick bath in bacta did a lot of good, most of them were back to fighting condition already. Scanning the room, Wolf saw tons of clones running back and forth, some entering ships, others repairing them, Wolf didn't care though, he spotted his fighter, his Liberator. Running over, and hopping in, Wolf preformed all the necessary preparations, then took off.

Entering space, Wolf saw the rest of the troops leave the hangar, eager to fight, Wolf came over the comms, directing it to everyone. "Bombers, focus on the cruisers, try to take out their engines, then return to base, don't remain out in the air longer than necessary, once you return, stand by for further instructions." Wolf exhaled. This was gonna be a fight, the Confederate fleet was huge, though taken by surprise, it wouldn't be long before they retaliated, he had to act fast. After a few seconds, explosions erupted from the closest cruisers, than more, and more, the bombers reached their targets handily, one or two cruisers retched, before erupting in a magnificent light-show. Wolf gawked for a second, before shaking his head, and flying forwards. "All fighters! Group up and engage!" He yelled out as loud as possible, adrenaline was already showing it's effects on him, he thought a hundred miles a minute, his body felt numb, but he was able to maneuver his ship as if he were born in it.

A drone fighter flew into view, and Wolf turned his attention onto it. "Dammit! Where's my squad?" The fighter flew towards Wolf, corkscrewing from above. Wolf accelerated forwards, flying towards the nearest enemy cruiser. The fighter followed him. Wolf rolled to the right just as he reached the fighter, flying along the hangar side. Red bolts flew by him, but Wolf flew left to right repeatedly, and they flew harmlessly by. He knew he couldn't keep this up, and soon one of their comrades would collapse in on him, Wolf began to sweat profusely. Then, an explosion and then a slam was heard behind him. Looking back, Wolf saw the remnants of an explosion on the cruiser, and another Liberator flew in behind him. "Looks like I just saved you, commander!" A clone's voice erupted through Wolf's ship, echoing a few times before resting. Wolf was relieved, but remained taut, the battle wasn't over yet. "You did, whoop-dee-doo, dot your i's and keep going, we still have to win this." Wolf's brow furrowed, and he flew up, his squad forming up with him in arrowhead formation. "Let's go then!" Wolf yelled excitedly, and the fighters dove towards the main engagement.