Characters:
- Jedi General Kelen Rolin
- CC-7501 Commander Bronze
- CC-7011 Captain Rigger
- CL-1492 Lieutenant Rewind
- CC-5095 Commander Bastion
- CP-7368 Ace (Spade Leader)
- Admiral Edward Millon
Boz Pity Orbit, Excalibur, Main Hanger
Rolin had reached the hanger just as the main ventral doors above him began to open. His fighter was already fueled, and his Astromech Droid R5-P11 had the fighter ready to roll. Rolin jumped into the open hatch of his fighter, performing a very brief flight check before attaching a custom made visor based off of the Jedi Flight Visor. Soon he had linked with his fighter's computer system, and was leading the fighters behind him out of the hanger bay.
"Spade Squadron, check in. Ace, your boys ready to fly?" Behind him came a squadron of 12 V-19 Torrent Starfighters, breaking off into three wings.
"You know it General, we're always ready to fly when you are sir." Rolin acknowledged the response, and turned towards the battle ahead. Three Munificent Class Frigates, sold to the CIS by the supposedly neutral Trade Federation.
"Alright boys, this should be fun. Raptor Squadron, take out the cruiser on the left. Iron Squadron, the frigate on the right. Admiral Millon, focus fire on the middle one. The rest of you, you're on fighter duty, I don't want anything breaking through. Is that clear?" The resounding "Yes Sir's" coming through the comms answered that for him.
"Alright, boys, you know the drill. Lowest kill count buys drinks when we get home." Said Ace through Spade Squadron's comms. Within moments, the dogfights had begun. Soon it was hard to make out what was going on between the exchanges of blue and red blasterfire.
Boz Pity, Republic Forward Operations Base
Rigger was beginning to grow restless. He could hear the battle from the surface, he wondered how long it would be before they would be in the heat of the action. He was checking over his gear, making sure everything was battle ready.
"What's this... the blaster sight's off a bit, better fix that... there we go." Rigger checked his clips, finding them all to be fully charged. His pistols were in working order, and his rangefinder was functional. Everything seemed ready for the worst. A few moments later he was meeting with his Lieutenant, Rewind, and the Sergeant of Falcon Squadron, Scouter. Captain Crimson from Flare Company was speaking through the comms, along with Commander Bastion and his captains.
"I hear the battle's already underway topside, I doubt it will be long before we get hit down here." Bastion started off the conversation. Rigger responded.
"We're ready to take whatever they've got and throw it right back at them here. Walkers set up around the compound, with our artillery just out of sight but clear to fire whenever they get here." Crimson merely nodded, Rewind then spoke up.
"Rage Company is completely deployed along the walls around the compound, and deployed in the trenches just outside of it. Turret emplacements online, all troopers have reported in."Next it was Scouter who responded.
"Falcon's ready to deploy at a moment's notice, our AT-RTs will make it tough for the clankers to get any heavy units over, we'll overrun them pretty quick." Rigger nodded.
"Looks like everything is in place here, you all make sure your bases don't fall before the day is done. Good luck." The holographic figures nodded and blinked out of existence, while Scouter returned to his unit, and Rewind returned to his perimeter patrol. Rigger just couldn't help but wonder what was really going on up there.
Boz Pity Orbit
The battle was still raging. Raptor Squadron had managed to disable one of the droid cruisers, while the three Jedi Cruisers were pouring their batteries into the lead frigate. A few vultures had tried to slip by, but Spade Squadron cleaned them up quick. But then...
"Sir, we're detecting multiple ships coming out of hyperspace, port side... and starboard side!" In a moment two Munificent Frigates appeared to the left of the fleet, immediately following another two popped out on the right.
"Remembrance, Starboard side, enemies closing. Allegiance, port side!" The ships divided up their cannon batteries, opening fire on the new enemies trying to flank them.
"We're caught in a three pronged pincer, we're being overwhelmed... they're sending down landing craft! Raptor Squadron, assist the left flank. Iron Squadron, finish up that cruiser and help the right. Recluse and Resilient, target those landing craft before they make it to the surface!" It was too late though, the Landing Craft had already made it past the line of defense, about five got through before the Assault Ships could open fire. Five dropships for five bases... if they knew about them.
"Bronze, get Hailfire down to the surface, it looks like most of them are heading towards Rigger's location. Spades one through four, on me, we've got fighter duty planetside." Bronze acknowledged the order immediately, while in the barracks with Hailfire Squad.
"Copy that General. Alright, they're taking the fight straight to us, let's not disappoint them! Grab your gear, we're off in five minutes!" The squad didn't even need that long, they already had their gear ready to roll, as they always did in battle. The squad rushed to their Consular Class Frigate, which they had nicknamed the Sanctuary.
"Riot, Scar, let's get this bird rolling, FOB number one." The two pilots nodded, not breaking their concentration from the controls before them. Skillfully they departed from the lower hanger and navigated the battlefield as they headed for the planet's surface, with Rolin and Spade Squadron covering them.