Open Orbit

"You What?!!!"

*Right as she said that the lightsaber hit her in the head, his aim was off but none the less it hit her with just the right force that it knocked her out stone cold as she was already in a fragile state. he lightsabers went lifeless as they disengaged and her body just fell limp to the floor passed out unconscious.. In appearance she was only 27 years old, a young twi'lek. Her blue twi'lek body seemingly lifeless upon the floor and her lekku one wrapped around her shoulder and down her chest and the other slightly laying across her face. Her eyes shut and her innocence as apparent as a sunrise on the horizon.*

"I didnt want to do that, but u gave me no choice."

*Nico walked over to the jedi and picked up her sabers. He placed them in his vault under his bed, then picked the lady up replaced his on the bed. He shook his head as he looked down on her, such beauty and a temper to match. He turned his attention away from her face to her wounds, which where nothing to major but still needed to be treated.

Nico took some bandages from his med kit, and wrapped up her various marks. then stood, covered her up and walked back to the cockpit. As he sat down the jump to hperspace was initated. the still stars blurred becoming white streaks.*

*Acclamator I enters orbit descending to the surface*

*The Acclamator I reenters orbit and descends to the surface*

3000 "Fenian Fire" bombs (220 kg)
2500 ├óÔé¼┼ôPoor Man├óÔé¼Ôäós bomb" (220 kg}
15000 Napalm-B bomb (132 L)

*Lady Sans fleet arrives and remains in orbit over the Southern Pole.*

:: Grand Admiral Olsen: The fleet is at CODE YELLOW: Await orders. Remain in alignment for hyperspace jump. ::

The New Voyagers II

:: Grand Admiral Olsen: General duties ::

=Horica Sovereign Empire's First Fleet=

*The news of war once more, gave the planetary defense fleet something to do.

All pilots rushed to their ships and headed for orbit.*

*500 TIE defenders*

*The defense fleet was made up of small ships with well trained pilots, surgical strikes on capitol ships could bring them down just as easily as heavy fire. The TIE defenders would not be alone, other members of the IF and their allies would bring capitol ships. The smaller vessels would be much harder to hit from the large guns of a capitol. They would also prove useful in thinning out support ships of enemy attack fleets.*

*A comm. Is delivered from the surface*

=Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe=

::We have 80000 civilians in our custody and any attack ob Bassadro will result in their death::

*The comm. cut*

*A comm was sent back to Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe*

:: Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe, we are well aware of the fact civillians die in war. The number is unimportant, the people of Bassadro are citizens of the Iron Fist and they know the risks. Do not concern yourself with our citizens, release them and make yourself useful by evacuating population centers and setting defensive positions.

Nevyn Out. ::

*├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe returned fast*

::Let me put this more clearly: If Bassadro is hit I'll murder the bloody lot of them::

:: Why are you wanting to kill our own citizens? Grow a brain man! If an enemy attacks and you murder 80000 Bassadran citizens, why would the enemy give a toss? This is war, not kindergarten. You are a field marshal, now stop wasting my time and comm chatter. Fortify your location and prepare for ground assault, I do not want to hear your voice on the comm again unless it is to tell me you are over run and need support!.

Nevyn out! ::

*A comm. opened*

::Son I was fighting wars when you were licking lollipops in kindergarten. Wake up; this is a tool against Jedi::

*A single Sith starfighter slammed out of Hyperspace and instantly transmitted the IF clearance codes of RF, these were entrusted only to Officers of the CF and gave the man within Flagg's proxy. He had been instructed and would follow them exactly. The craft headed straight for the surface*

[quote="An Tiarna Dubh":231s6kn8][color=#00BFFF:231s6kn8]*A comm. opened*[/color:231s6kn8]

[color=#FFFF80:231s6kn8]::Son I was fighting wars when you were licking lollipops in kindergarten. Wake up; this is a tool against Jedi:: [/color:231s6kn8][/quote:231s6kn8]

[comlink:231s6kn8]You've been fighting wars that long? No one could tell, since you cannot even follow a simple order!

SHUT UP and get off the comms. That is a direct order from the owner of this rock. If I hear your voice again I will have my fighters fly by and carpet bomb your location and end your stupidity. The only time I want to hear from you is to tell me you need assistance in killing Jedi.

Now keep radio silence while we organize the defenses.[/comlink:231s6kn8]

[quote="Randall Flagg":231s6kn8][narration:231s6kn8]A single Sith starfighter slammed out of Hyperspace and instantly transmitted the IF clearance codes of RF, these were entrusted only to Officers of the CF and gave the man within Flagg's proxy. He had been instructed and would follow them exactly. The craft headed straight for the surface[/narration:231s6kn8][/quote:231s6kn8]

[comlink:231s6kn8]Codes accepted, proceed and be recognized.[/comlink:231s6kn8]

*Nevyns fighter sent a burst transmition to the IF HQ informing them of the situation.*

:: 011010011001001001110010010100100111100101001010010100101010010001010100010101011 ::

*There were 25 flashes in the space above Bassadro, hyperspace exit points for multiple . Five of the pods burst open as the twenty others shot towards the planet's atmosphere. Their sensor bafflers working to make them difficult to detec and intercept as they plummeted on their course. Five of the pods burst open and released their cargo of probe droids. They would be easy to detect as they began scanning the system and orbiting the planet. Every 4.2 seconds a burst transmission is sent from each droid to an untraceable source through hyperspace. They scanned the space around the planet for ships and any other defences.*

*Hyperspace activity had been detected but nothing solid appeared on any scanners, Nevyn assumed it was sensor drones using some kind of scan deflector.

He had no idea how many had come through or where they would go, all he had was the location of the hyperspace activity. Then his scanners picked up 5 objects, most likely probe droids.

Nevyn orders 5 of the 500 TIE Defenders to intercept these probes. The TIEs should have no difficulty in dealing with something as slow as a probe droid.

The problem was a simple one, he only knew where 5 of the droids were and he was certain there would be more.*

IF secure band:

:: All remaining TIEs watch for sensor blips, the enemy is sending probes. 100 TIEs head to atmosphere and engage anything on the surface, the rest of you stay alert and attack anything in orbit. If we can take out there sensors before our reinforcements arrive then they will have bad intel concerning our abilities. ::

Second Comm to the surface.

:: Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe, we have sensor contacts in orbit. If you have finished playing with my tax payers stay alert. The enemy is most likely scouting our positions. Do not reply, it is not needed. Just do not get caught with your pants down because you prefer tormenting citizens to actually fighting armed soldiers.

Nevyn out! ::

*The old admiral responded*

=Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe=

::Playing with? You mean torturing and murdering. Now here's a newsflash: I sent LAN a whole reel of pretty pictures of exactly what is going on here. & may I ask how exactly a man on a cross pays his taxes? Over::

:: Finally it understands! Stop killing my tax payers you blood thirsty lunatic! You will lose support for the IF and important revenue! ::

Open comm lines so field Marshal can hear it:

:: Squadron 6 lock onto the the source of that transmittion and bombard the place! Kill that idiot, he was warned. ::

*Squadron 6 (100 TIEs) break off from the search in orbit and start to head to Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe's location, each of the Defenders arming at least one concussion missile. It would make for a pretty show, if nothing else.*

*Squadron 6 returns to scanning the space around the planet for probes, missiles still armed.*

*├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe spoke calm*

=Field Marshal ├âÔÇ£ Fiannaidhe=

::Thanks for the airshow... was pretty. Now what were those daft pansies on about?::