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*The Imperial Strike Force exits hyperspace in formation Delta, The Triumph and the Grim Shadow are side by side and on their flanks are the new Imperial Star Destroyers. Dominion Class Destroyers are placed in between the bigger capitols while the Ardents are on the flanks of the Imperial Classes, the Raiders make up the back of the triangle ready to intercept any fighters or bombers that try to make passes on the formation. Fighters and bombers are deployed and form up behind the formation, ready to respond to any threat that arises. (We need to work on the number for those ships, AK and Ten) Power is put directly into frontal shields and tractor beams, and they start making work of the asteroid field.
Admiral Hul sits at the helm directing the strike force into position and prepping for firing arcs against the hutt defenders. Scanners and other such electronic devices go active, including the full scanning/jamming package of the Grim Shadow, nothing would be able to sneak up on them.
Tanick sits ready to infiltraite the ship with his gear, splicing tools, a laptop, and his sidearm. Alpha stands next to him, ready to join the sith commando assault when the time comes.*
OOC: is this event dead xD
OOC: geeze AK whats with the recent turn bootings :P
*Imperial Forces prep for combat, forming up with battle formation Delta and jump to hyperspace.*
OOC: first thing I've seen of you HH Ina while haha
*Admiral Hul agreed, nodding his head.
"I too recommend the Hegemony commander take charge, he knows the hutts best and the area well." Hul exclaimed.*
why is admiral ackbar piloting this and not some epic SSD?
*Branden turns off thermal, his eyes being blinded by the neon signs, and takes up position on the side of the window, scanning any possible sniping point. His weapon is live and ready for a split second shot.
He sees Jester walk away and decides to stay put, offering his location to Rirretu and Jester.*
*Admiral Hul listens as the others speak, and then once they are all finished he responds.
"There shouldn't be any surprises, although enemy ship numbers are unknown. Tionese Representatives, have you any information regarding enemy defenses?" Admiral Hul asked fidgeting with his pen.*
*Admiral Hul sighs a little, he hoped this would be a quick affair. In and out. Guess he was wrong, the enclave wanted to meet. He opened up a channel with all commanders present.
"I see no reason for a personal meeting, Admiral, this should just fine. My fleet is ready for combat, id rather not dally any longer then necessary." Hul exclaimed, showing his annoyance.
He fidgeted with battle tactics in front of him before deciding on a certain one.*
OOC: sorry late reply turn order is wierd lol
*Branden searches the first floor, making sure to not miss any hiding spot. He then proceeds to go up, clearing as he goes. He does the same for the upper floors, clearing as he goes. Once the entire building is secure, if it is, he then proceeds to approach a window facing outwards towards the street with his rifle and thermals activated. He doesn't get too close but close enough to check things out.
"Jester, im in the building above you. Do you see anything?" Branden asked over comms.
He checks around with the sniper rifle and makes sure he sees no targets.*
dude you need to fix your lances lol
*Admiral Hul stretches, his back aching from aging. He sits at the helm of the Triumph, one of the brand new Magister class battlecruisers. He smirks at that, naming an entire line of Battlecruisers after himself, smug bastard.
He shook himself of these thoughts and remembered to whom he was loyal to, and that was Supreme Commander Pao. And if he supports the Emperor, then so will I, Hul thought to himself.
The Strike Force was assembled and prepped for combat. The new Imperial Class Star Destroyers shining next to the utterly black Grim Shadow that was the Emperor's flagship. She was a little menacing, but he knew that the Magister out gunned her, at least in the long run.
"Prep the fleet for the jump to the rendevous point. Shouldn't be any trouble where were headed, so no need to combat formations." Hul explained taking his seat at the helm.
"Aye, Admiral." The crewman replied and began making preparations and relaying orders throughout the strike force.
Once the strike force was readied, it entered hyperspace and exited at the meeting point. Once in the system Hul opened a comm link to Tanick who was aboard the ship with Kalira.
"Major Tanick, as ordered we are ready to engage the Hutt's. I will be commanding Imperial Forces from this point onward, your role is support the sith in their boarding operations. Hul out." Hul exclaimed prepping the strike force for combat.*
*Branden nods and was already actively searching for cover. His eyes come across a medium sized building with windows on the upper floors that was to their left. Placing the rifle on his back and retrieving the shield, he crawls towards the building, presenting the shield towards the sound of the shot. Once inside he grabs his rifle waits to see if Jester will follow.*
*Branden hears the shot being fired (you made no mention of it being a silent shot) he immediately goes on the alert. He scans his surroundings and tries to determine its location. He activates his thermal vision, checking to see if he can get a thermal reading.
"Got anything Jester?" He asks his partner, still scanning.*
*Branden stops and crouches down, holding back a cry of pain. He watches the area as Jester scans the area using what seemed like some force techinque. Bloody force users, never to be trusted. They had stopped behind a vehicle of sorts, so it provided some cover just in case.
He was tempted to drop the shield but decided he might need it later. He just wished he could get his armor repaired. Any melee opponent wouldn't hesitate to use it to their advantage.
He continued scanning and put all other thoughts aside.*
I heard it was literal ****.
*Branden scans the area after Jester tells him to lower his weapon, checking for hostiles. He nods when Jestwr tells them his name, the other man clearly not believing it one bit. But he assumed Jester wasn't his real name either.
Branden sees nothing and decides to speak up about it.
"It's odd how so few combatants are left, clearly it was a slaughter fest. Unless there are others who are simply hiding, out of fear or otherwise. Either way, we should be careful, extremely careful. I bet those two aren't the only experts left." Branden exclaimed, still scanning the surroundings.*
*Branden hears the drone before he sees it, and is sure that Jester can as well.
"It appears our friends miss us already. Maybe they want something? Or just keeping an eye on our location so they can kill us later." Branden exclaimed, reading his rifle and taking aim at the little drone.
"Should I bring it down?" Branden asked.
He had gathered his gear and it felt heavy, but nothing he couldnt handle. The shield felt good on his back, he'd have to get it customized, or just make his own. But he felt the shield would be a memory of this place.. One of his sidearms sat ruined in its holster, sad, but fixable. The leg still hurt like a bitch, but he was managing and the medkit did help a ton.*
OOC: So based off the wiki im going to say it healed it to the point where i can walk on it. unless the GMS say otherwise
*Branden nods at Tsark's comment, but worries of the implications. The hutts had a reach everywhere on every system. To go into direct combat would be detrimental to the Empire. Wonder what Tsark thinks.
"Tsark if I could have a moment with you." Tanick exclaims, pointing towards the door.*
*Branden hobbles along, trying to stay ahead. His body hurts, but he ignores the pain. Jester looked frustrated, probably because of the fact that he couldn't finish off the pesky bug. He's been uptight all day, has to be something else.
"Those drones are annoying. I've got one EMP grenade left. Hope you got a solution." Branden exclaims, taking the ai back out and handing it over.*
OOC: oh yeah? And whats stopping you from using your bloody pirates? :P afraid are you?
*Branden tosses a pair of EMP grenades at the attack from the west and the east, knocking out many of them. He then opens up fully automatic fire at one, unloading every round he had in weapon at the bots, aiming not really being needed at this point.*
*Tanick nods at all of the discussion, and upon hearing of Tsark's comment about the Emperor, he curtly nods and leaves the room to contact Pao.
"Supreme Commander, sir, this is Major Tanick." Tanick explained while saluting.
Pao returned the salute and asked him what he needed.
"I'm sure you are aware of the cover operation against the Hutt Cartel. We require a distraction, ships to be precise. The republic is here and will know of the ship movements. I will be in contact of the location to send them." Tanick explained.
"I will contact Admiral Brax, and have him ready his squadron. Good luck, we hope for your success." Pao answered.
Tanick saluted and Pao returned it, ending the call.
He returned to the meeting and explained to them that an Imperial Squadron was on route.*
"There's got to be something that can come close. An AI that has similar functions but is obviously not human? Enhancing the armor and my fighting capabilities. Is that at least capable?" Branden asks.
He feels the shaking, and turns to his left, a swarm of drones approaches. He feels like these belong to the Enclave. We must be boring them, he thought to himself.
He goes to shoot but sees Jester's fireball, and decides to wait it out.*
*Branden listens very intently to what the AI says about their design, clearly wanting to know more.
"So you contain the framework for the system? Meaning if analyzed we could work out the kinks and make it so it could be completely human free. No cost of life, with the same computing power. Is it possible?" Branden asked, his mind racing at the thought. He could design his own AI, give him that edge he needed in combat.
He fiddled with his ruined handgun, he wished Tanick was here. He would know what questions to ask.*
*Were it not for Tanicks time with special forces and their mental training and other techniques, he would have gladly snorted at Tsarks comment about obediencey about the sith. However he held his tongue and simply listened in on the proceedings.
"If you can get me to a terminal, I can almost promise control over most of the ships functions. If you could get me to a firing control panel.. Well lets just say I could really cause a distraction. Is there anyway you could get me aboard as a technician? Im sure hundreds of thousands enter and leave the ship daily. I know they are under extreme security clearences but with the republic and the Empire's resources at our disposal, anything should and is possible." Tanick adds in, thinking of the thought of completely messing with the ships functions.
Alpha behind him shuffled, annoyed at the thought of having to leave Tanick alone..*
ignore please :)
*Branden growls a little when Vergil says play nice, thinking how easy it could be to blow her brains out right now.
"He's a confused one, I think. Fighting something inside of him would be my guess, his past. Who knows." Branden replied to the question curtly.
His thigh feels better but he won't be running any where any time soon. He looks at the mercenary.
"I'm guessing you guys are after him? You do realize even if you both make it to the end, yull just end up facing who's left. I believe it's to the death, last man standing kind of thing." Branden explains, not wanting to think about the thought of facing jester one on one.*
Makes sense now. We're all Serbian.
*Tanick nods, a correct answer.
"My main question is why after so many years and prime moments to make themselves noticed they choose now to build an armada of Destroyers. Is their criminal empire not enough for them?" Tanick asked aloud, out of curiosity.*