Post by Julian Forbes on Nov 28, 2010 21:29:49 GMT -5
ooc: You have officially won Rob and I'm so glad I'm not the only person that has read that much Star Wars to know exactly what you're talking about.
ic: The Triangle Space Station shuddered from the sudden bombardment and the blue-green aura that was its shield vanished in the opening salvo. The barrages of turbolaser fire kept pouring down on the station, and only then did the klaxons go off. Triangle Space Station was leased to the New Republic's Security Division Internal Contingent of the Worlds, or simply known as the ICW, and was more of a civilian station than anything else. It had a basic set of shields for a station of its grade, two turbolasers and 5 light lasers: it was not designed to go toe-to-toe with an Imperial battlegroup. The loud, blaring sound ringing in his ears and sent Captain Julian Forbes rushing from his quarters toward the command deck of the station. Pushing people out of his way, he finally reached the turbolift and punched in the commands for his destination.
As the lift shot upward, the dark-haired soldier found himself questioning why there was an attack in the first place. Besides the obvious reasons of the Academy at Firefox being such an tempting target, the Imperial Remnant had known of its location for sometime now and had never attacked beforehand. But the New Republic High Command felt it necessary to send aid to the Jedi, who under the guidance of Master Windwaltz, had typically refused the additional support. They setup a new branch of the ICW here, under the command of Commander Julius Plutus and his second-in-command Julian Forbes. Originally Forbes had been the flight commander of the x-wing squadron Aurors aboard the crusier The Malta, but was transferred here because it was deemed his services were required.
The Jedi didn't take too kindly to the ICW being there at first, but in the Plutus and Windwaltz came to a mutual agreement and no more problems arose. Now the problems came in the form of an enemy invasion and Julian was brought back to that reality when the lights inside the turbolift flickered out and the elevator momentarily stopped. Cursing, Forbes knelt down and ripped off the panel of the lift controls and set about hot-wiring the lift. The lights flickered back on and the lift shot up so suddenly that Forbes bumped his head against one of the bulkheads. "Blasted piece of junk," muttered the pilot as he stood up again but the doors opened and a terrifying sight hit his eyes.
The command deck had been hit badly, with crew trapped at their stations and fires spreading quickly from the ensuing explosions. Some of the crew were still trying to man their stations and some marines were attempting to put out the fires. Searching wildly around for Commander Plutus, Julian couldn't find him and grabbed the nearest officer. "Lieutenant! Where is Commander Plutus!" shouted Captain Forbes as he tried to make himself heard over the din of screams and explosions.
"He's in his quarters Sir! The moment we were attacked he locked himself in his cabin and all we heard over the intercom was 'They were supposed to be dead: they were supposed to be dead'. Hull integrity is failing on all decks and we're losing our life support systems as we speak: what are your orders Sir?"
The dark-haired Corellian only took a brief pause as he calculated his options before taking charge of the situation. "Get all of the civilians and unnecessary personnal down to the transport ships, and tell them to head planet side. If they put the station between themselves and the attackers they should make it with fewer causalities. Tell all pilots to get to their ships, and keep firing everything we've got until there is nothing left: when that time comes give the orders to abandon ship."
"What will you do Sir?"
"I'm staying onboard the station until it falls Lieutenant. Someone has got to stay behind to send transmissions to the New Republic and Master Windwaltz," answered Forbes grimly as he pushed the officer aside and seat down in Plutus' chair. "But Sir, we managed to get a scan and run the records to identity the ships: that imperial class star destroyer is The Sword of Shadow, that's one of the Sith ships," blurted out the terrified man. Rubbing his beard in thought, Forbes smiled and replied, "Then in that case all the more reason to keep up the defense for as long as possible and give Windwaltz enough time to prepare. If that ship is really a Sith one, they're going to need every second they've got and I'm going to give them as much as I can."
At this point a motley squadron of x-wings and y-wings poured out of the hanger bay to engage the incoming TIE fighters while the first of the civilian transport ships started heading planetside. "After all Lieutenant, I've always wanted to face off against a Sith," said Captain Forbes with a grim smile as he removed his blaster from its holster. "This just happens to be my lucky day."
ic: The Triangle Space Station shuddered from the sudden bombardment and the blue-green aura that was its shield vanished in the opening salvo. The barrages of turbolaser fire kept pouring down on the station, and only then did the klaxons go off. Triangle Space Station was leased to the New Republic's Security Division Internal Contingent of the Worlds, or simply known as the ICW, and was more of a civilian station than anything else. It had a basic set of shields for a station of its grade, two turbolasers and 5 light lasers: it was not designed to go toe-to-toe with an Imperial battlegroup. The loud, blaring sound ringing in his ears and sent Captain Julian Forbes rushing from his quarters toward the command deck of the station. Pushing people out of his way, he finally reached the turbolift and punched in the commands for his destination.
As the lift shot upward, the dark-haired soldier found himself questioning why there was an attack in the first place. Besides the obvious reasons of the Academy at Firefox being such an tempting target, the Imperial Remnant had known of its location for sometime now and had never attacked beforehand. But the New Republic High Command felt it necessary to send aid to the Jedi, who under the guidance of Master Windwaltz, had typically refused the additional support. They setup a new branch of the ICW here, under the command of Commander Julius Plutus and his second-in-command Julian Forbes. Originally Forbes had been the flight commander of the x-wing squadron Aurors aboard the crusier The Malta, but was transferred here because it was deemed his services were required.
The Jedi didn't take too kindly to the ICW being there at first, but in the Plutus and Windwaltz came to a mutual agreement and no more problems arose. Now the problems came in the form of an enemy invasion and Julian was brought back to that reality when the lights inside the turbolift flickered out and the elevator momentarily stopped. Cursing, Forbes knelt down and ripped off the panel of the lift controls and set about hot-wiring the lift. The lights flickered back on and the lift shot up so suddenly that Forbes bumped his head against one of the bulkheads. "Blasted piece of junk," muttered the pilot as he stood up again but the doors opened and a terrifying sight hit his eyes.
The command deck had been hit badly, with crew trapped at their stations and fires spreading quickly from the ensuing explosions. Some of the crew were still trying to man their stations and some marines were attempting to put out the fires. Searching wildly around for Commander Plutus, Julian couldn't find him and grabbed the nearest officer. "Lieutenant! Where is Commander Plutus!" shouted Captain Forbes as he tried to make himself heard over the din of screams and explosions.
"He's in his quarters Sir! The moment we were attacked he locked himself in his cabin and all we heard over the intercom was 'They were supposed to be dead: they were supposed to be dead'. Hull integrity is failing on all decks and we're losing our life support systems as we speak: what are your orders Sir?"
The dark-haired Corellian only took a brief pause as he calculated his options before taking charge of the situation. "Get all of the civilians and unnecessary personnal down to the transport ships, and tell them to head planet side. If they put the station between themselves and the attackers they should make it with fewer causalities. Tell all pilots to get to their ships, and keep firing everything we've got until there is nothing left: when that time comes give the orders to abandon ship."
"What will you do Sir?"
"I'm staying onboard the station until it falls Lieutenant. Someone has got to stay behind to send transmissions to the New Republic and Master Windwaltz," answered Forbes grimly as he pushed the officer aside and seat down in Plutus' chair. "But Sir, we managed to get a scan and run the records to identity the ships: that imperial class star destroyer is The Sword of Shadow, that's one of the Sith ships," blurted out the terrified man. Rubbing his beard in thought, Forbes smiled and replied, "Then in that case all the more reason to keep up the defense for as long as possible and give Windwaltz enough time to prepare. If that ship is really a Sith one, they're going to need every second they've got and I'm going to give them as much as I can."
At this point a motley squadron of x-wings and y-wings poured out of the hanger bay to engage the incoming TIE fighters while the first of the civilian transport ships started heading planetside. "After all Lieutenant, I've always wanted to face off against a Sith," said Captain Forbes with a grim smile as he removed his blaster from its holster. "This just happens to be my lucky day."