AFoC Ascendant Fleet RO

PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: Defend the Termagant from Vizsla squadrons and potential boarders, and eliminate Vizsla’s offensive against the Ascendant Fleet.

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Strike-class Medium Cruiser Termagant
Zsoldos System
38 ABY

Scudi Ferria looked out from the bridge of the Termagant with some concern. Vizsla was sending its most elite naval units in her direction. Luckily, she wasn’t alone. She had some of Tyranus’ best pilots at her disposal along with Avenger and Cyclone Squadrons. They would need to keep Cyclone Squadron protected as the bombers were rather vulnerable.

“Get Whuloc, Mallus and Mimosa-Inahj on the line, I have urgent need of them.” Scudi half-barked at the comm officer. She wasn’t used to such situations and it was showing. She’d have to put on a stiff upper lip if she was to make it through this situation in good shape. The obedient comm officer tapped away at his screen and the faces of the gentlemen Scudi had requested sprung to life from the holoprojector. “Right, Vizsla are on their way and they’re not coming for tea. I’m going to need each of you to be on your best performance and show them that Plagueis is not to be messed with. We may be receiving more assistance, but act as if it’ll be you three and Avenger and Cyclone squadrons. Exemplary performances will be noted and the Dread Lord herself will appreciate your assistance in this trying time, you can be sure of that.”

“What makes you think you’re fit to lead us? If what you’re saying is true, there should be a Sith in charge of this mission, not some mundane thing like you.” Andrelious expressed his usual objection just about anytime Scudi tried to get him to do anything.

“If you never want to see your wife or children again, I suggest you carry on and defy the Dread Lord. She personally selected me for this task whether you like it or not. Now I won’t hear any more of this treasonous trash, go smash Vizsla and you can take it up with Tavisaen after we get back to Aliso.” Scudi signalled for the comm officer to cut the connection the millisecond she’d finished talking. Khryso and Zuser were loyal and if they needed to they could contact her. For now, Scudi would have to prepare herself for a potential clash with the forces of the Mandalorians. Scudi looked stoically out across the void, awaiting the assault of Vizsla. The outcome of this battle would mean a lot more than would be immediately evident.

“You know you can’t just hate them back if you expect to last very long here. What are we looking at?” Scudi’s deep contemplation was interrupted by her Aedile, Gaius Julius Caesar. The old man had spent more time serving the Ascendant Clan than most. He continued to make his way over to Scudi while expecting a response.

“Vizsla. They’re not going to just try and keep us from Zsoldos, they coming for us. This ship specifically. We have the two squadrons aboard to deploy and the rest of the fleet can be used should we need it. Mallus, Whuloc and Mimosa-Inahj have been brought in to help us with the defence due to their naval capabilities. That’s about everything.” Scudi hadn’t stopped looking out into the darkness of space, her tone cold and emotionless.

“Well, it’s going to be one hell of a battle, that’s for sure.” Caesar remarked as he arrived next to Scudi and similarly kept his eyes out watching for Vizsla to begin their assault. “Deploy the X-Wings, have them take up defensive positioning for now. Survival is our first priority, then we can deal with them as needed.” Julius ordered the ship’s normal commanding officer, uncontested by Scudi.

ARC-170 Starfighter Solidago
Zsoldos System
38 ABY

“Once you nullify the counter-offensive here, move to support the Termagant,” Sith Warrior Khryso Mallus said to the small hologram of Captain Yamret Ohli that hovered over his control panel. “I’ll be maintaining a defensive position there.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Ohli responded, prompting Khryso to close the call so he could turn his attention to the task at hand: navigating a battlefield. At the start of the Ascendant Fleet’s assault on Vizsla space, the Chiss had been at his station aboard the Silent Scream, acting as the vessel’s commander. The response from Vizsla had been a hard-hitting counter-offensive that caught Plagueis off guard. As such, the two fleets were now locked in naval warfare.

Which meant that when Khryso received new orders from Scudi Ferria, the Hand of Dread, he was forced to change tactics. Pulling the Silent Scream out of formation to reposition alongside the Termagant would leave a hole in Task Force Besh’s defenses, so Khryso had opted to take his personal fighter, Solidago, to reinforce the Termagant. He was leaving command of the Silent Scream in Captain Ohli’s capable hands until they had a window to reunite with him.

Which left the blue-skinned Sith flying his way through colored streaks of light and exploding ships as he navigated his way to the Termagant. Khryso still had yet to secure a full crew for Solidago since he wasn’t willing to let just anybody fly with him, but this battle would serve as a baptism in fire for R3-M7, the astromech currently docked in his ship.

“M7, get me up to speed on the current situation surrounding the Termagant,” Khryso’s lips were pressed tightly together as most of his concentration remained firmly fixed on keeping the ARC-170 from encountering any delays. Text began to scroll across his viewscreen as M7 scanned and analyzed the battlefield around them and their destination. The number of ships involved, the formations on both sides, the relative positions of the rest of the fleet, and more.

Khryso’s eyes flitted back and forth between the battle outside his viewscreen and the the closer display as he began to paint a mental picture of exactly what they were dealing with. The Vizsla assault force that was approaching would be more than a handful to deal with, but allowing them to come within close range of the Termagant’s weapons before launching any kind of counter-offensive was definitely in their best interests.

“M7, link up our comms with the Termagant, Cyclone Squadron, Avenger Squadron, Serpent’s Scythe, and Sharpshoot II. I’m going to need you to keep those lines tapped but only live on my discretion.” More text began to roll across Khryso’s display as M7 explained in detail how it was setting up the communications network. Thankfully, Khryso was able to ignore the minutiae of M7’s response as he neared the Termagant.

Turbolasers and laser cannons were already firing between the Termagant’s complement and the assaulting force as a starfighter screen was being formed by the former to intercept Vizsla’s ships. Khryso quickly dropped into a turn, angling towards the shifting starfighter screen. “Avenger Leader,” he said, using slight applications of the Force to open and close the comm channels as he required, “Warrior Khryso Mallus here to reinforce your formation. Where do you want me?”

As Khryso neared the fighter screen, Avenger Leader giving him a quick run-down of their formation, Vizsla’s own fighters drew near. Before Khryso could slide into place, the two fighter screens collided. “M7, keep me updated on enemy positions,” Khryso quickly ordered, his forward laser cannons lighting up green.

TIE/D Defender Sharpshoot II
Zsoldos System
38 ABY

Although it had been many years since Andrelious had first entered a cockpit, he had never quite found anything to match the surge of adrenaline that pumped through his body as he engaged an enemy in starfighter combat. Even though he was no longer in a fighter that would explode as soon as it was hit, the Sith still felt an extreme survival instinct. It was kill or be killed in the cold vacuum of space.

The immediate threat to the Termagant was an enemy Immobilizer 418-class Cruiser, a class of ship that Andrelious knew better as an ‘Interdictor’; an old Imperial design that prevented an enemy from using its hyperdrive to escape. It was escorted by a trio of Raider II-class Corvettes, a ship well known for its anti-starfighter capabilities.

“Mimosa-Inahj to all Plagueian forces. We’re going nowhere as long as that Interdictor’s still active,” Andrelious broadcast.

“We can deal with it, my Lord, but those TIEs will cut us to pieces. Not to mention those Raider Corvettes,” Cyclone Leader replied.

“Affirmative. Stay near the Termagant until we give you an all-clear. Avenger squadron, engage the TIE/sf fighters. And watch out how you approach. Those things have rear turrets,” Mimosa-Inahj warned, wondering briefly if he was on the wrong side.

Andrelious selected the nearest enemy TIE in his targeting system and began to bear down on his prey, twisting his flight yoke to perform a series of rolls that made it near impossible for all but the most gifted pilots able to even draw a bead on him.

“This is Avenger Seven. I’ve got this one in my sights…” a young male voice announced with an excitement that failed to conceal the pilot’s lack of experience.

“Seven, watch out for the rear turret!” Avenger Leader warned, but it was too late. A burst of fire from the rear of the Vizsla TIE slammed straight into the cockpit of Avenger Seven’s X-Wing, immediately turning the ship and its stricken pilot into molten space debris.

Incompetent fool! Andrelious thought to himself as he continued to jink around on approach to his target. He too came under fire from the TIE’s rear turret, but, unlike Avenger Seven, easily dodged every single shot.

The Sith’s finger squeezed his firing trigger almost as soon as his targeting computer confirmed the shot. Sharpshoot II’s power system groaned as the laser cannons, modified to pack an extra punch, let rip, easily tearing through the target.

As he allowed himself a smile as his handiwork, Andrelious noticed a new set of signals on his sensors. A cursory glance indicated that several Kom’rk-class Fighters had entered the area.

Looks like they’re going to try and board the Termagant. I wonder how Miss Ferria will cope with that! Mimosa-Inahj mused.

“Should we do something about those transports, my Lord?” Avenger Leader questioned, clearly having seen the new arrivals too.

“Stick on the TIEs until they get closer to the Termagant. With luck the Termagant’s gunners will blow them out of the sky. If not…we’d better hope that the crew can hold off a Mandalorian boarding party!” Andrelious answered.