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| Miles_Kolbrun | Date: Friday, 01 May 2009, 6:09 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Night had descended on the capital of Dantooine, and the city―which didn't have much of a scrupulous nightlife―was quiet. It was quieter still on the outskirts, where the streets became earthen and dim, where the bustle of the city was only a distant murmur, and the expansive plains that surrounded it disappeared into the black reaches of night. This is where the Hutt made his residence; a walled estate of withering, neglected grass, marred with discarded trash (apparently the Hutt was unwilling to pay the local company to pick up his garbage, and so it remained). The only sound at the estate was that of two drunken Gammoreans somewhere on the grounds, tormenting a captured, whimpering kath hound and laughing boisterously. That, and an ST-101 repulsortruck as it ambled slowly and silently, with its lights off, up to the wall of the compound and came to a stop. There was a momentary shuffling of feet in the dirt as a number of figures sprinted between the truck and the wall, and back again several times. Then, silence. And then, broken. An explosion shattered both the dark and the quiet, as a well placed limpet mine blasted a hole in the duracrete wall. Some confused shouting would no doubt be heard from the compound, but by then the repulsortruck's headlights were ablaze as the vehicle accelerated directly into the wall, further collapsing it as it bore through the rubble and onto the grounds. The truck would proceed toward a farmhouse―the largest structure, believed to be Jamie the Hutt's own residence―and 14 Neimoidian mafiosos would open fire from the bed of the speeder, concealed under a canvas "roof" as they pelted the house's walls and windows (and anyone who came outside) with automatic blaster fire and several improvised "fire bombs." They would continue in this fashion for some moments, the truck speeding around the building several times so as to make it more difficult to hit.
Miles Kolbrun
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Wednesday, 20 May 2009, 11:53 AM | Message # 2 |
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| The Hutt stirred from his slumber, as he heard the explosion, in his rage knowing something was afoot he sat and idly groped one of his servants as he thought to himself, tiring of her moans quickly, breaking her neck and tossing her body down a disposal chute. The score of guards at Jamie's house, stirred into action by the fire, one being knocked from the wall and killed instantly as he fell to the ground began to organise their return fire, a pair of repeaters being perched on the guard towers, slashing fire down into the source of the fire coming towards the house, as the other guards returned fire with Blaster Carbines, pistols and rifles, another one being killed while two more were wounded. Even as they were shot down though, the Guards from below began to come to the surface, 13 more being sent, all armed with Blaster rifles aside from one with a plex, setting the weapons sights on the Neimoidian vehicle and squeezing off a missile at its shape. Reports began to stream in of the action above, he shuddered with rage to think he was being made such a fool of by mere Neimoidians 'This is War!' he cried enraged in Huttese as his lackeys gathered around, planning their return assault for this unprovoked insult. They sent speeders around, each with a pair of gunners and a driver, firing indiscriminately at Neimoidian owned drug establishments and businesses before retreating to safe streets, many now barricaded by their Hutt-allied gangsters and Employees. The Hutt Crime dens across the city, persuaded their drug addled clientele along with their employees to begin barricading the streets around their facilities with wood, garbage cans, broken speeders, pieces of corrugated iron and whatever else was around, each barricade being manned by two or three Gangsters, and many of them being armed with repeaters. Jamie brooded in his basement den, groping another slave as he considered his next move... speaking again in Huttese, 'Send the boys to the spaceport and capture those cowardly Neimoidian's ships!', within minutes a pair of Skiffs, each mounted with an E-Web Blaster and half a dozen heavily armed Gangsters were speeding the short distance from 'Old friendly Hutt's Grav Tires' to the spaceport, heading the the Neimoidian Registered Hangars.
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| Miles_Kolbrun | Date: Saturday, 23 May 2009, 11:38 PM | Message # 3 |
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| The canvas roof of the repulsortruck would offer some concealment from the Hutt's barrage of blaster fire, but nothing in the way of actual protection; one Neimoidian was killed instantly as blaster bolts tore through their sheltered ranks, and two more were wounded, falling back into the bed of the truck as it rounded the Hutt's farmhouse once again (fortunately avoiding the PLEX missile, which disappeared into the night and detonated some seconds later in a distant farm, outside the compound. The repulsortruck then accelerated back the way it had come, bouncing across the dead grass and hitting one unfortunate Gammorean dead, before disappearing back out the hole in the wall and onto the earthen road beyond, amid a cloud of dust and white smoke from the speeder's damaged engine. Meanwhile, throughout Dantooine's capital the Neimoidians were ready; they were no strangers to turf wars, and had prepared accordingly. When the Hutt's heavily armed skiff party pulled off their lots, an A-A6z speeder truck, parked across the street, hit its accelerator and, without warning, slammed directly into the first of the skiffs. Under the force of the impact, the two vehicles would likely careen off the side of the road and into a third, parked landspeeder, and over a fire hydrant (which began to spew water high into the night's sky). The back doors of the A-A6z suddenly flew open, and two Neimoidians manning an E-web blaster opened up on both skiffs, spraying their exposed decks with hot, crimson blaster fire―most of it deadly accurate, but some shots inevitably missing their targets and hitting the walls and windows of adjacent businesses. At the spaceport, the Neimoidian's sole Wayfarer-class transport, which had been on standby, was now warned to warm up its engines, and its guns. Across the city, the Neimoidians followed a strategy similar to the Hutt's; turn your businesses into fortresses, and barricade them with crates, refuse, and the parked speeders of sleeping (or otherwise unsuspecting) civilians. They also stayed on the offense, sending the first ST-101 repulsortruck―and a second one similarly armed―on indiscriminate strafing runs against Jamie the Hutt's known businesses. Most of these "hit-and-run" assaults would involve the repulsortruck pulling sharply around the corner, speeding past the business in question, and spraying its barricades and its facade, walls and windows with semi-automatic blaster fire. But these raids were also sloppy, and had the tendency of pelting adjacent storefronts as well; namely a sporting goods store, a Toydarian restaurant, and a library that subsequently caught on fire. One of the trucks, in fact, rounded a corner too sharply, ran over the sidewalk and clipped the side of a pet shop, slamming through its transparisteel facade and bringing much of the sleepy, second floor apartments crashing down onto the street (along with a lamp post), while the truck (damaged, but operable) drove on to its next target. Another target of note was a distillery, mistakenly believed to be owned by the Hutt, which was ambushed by two Neimoidians with an HH-15 projectile launcher. Once the building's windows were shot out with blaster fire, the launcher sent a missile into the building and blew out its entire facade in a fantastic explosion, burying the street in rubble and destroying also a law office, another restaurant, and a martial arts studio next door. The two Neimoidians promptly disappeared back into an alley. And the war, only 10 minutes old, raged on.
Miles Kolbrun
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Monday, 25 May 2009, 5:27 PM | Message # 4 |
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| The gangsters on the skiffs began a deadly firefight with the main body of the Neimoidian mafiosos, returning fire with E-Webs, blasters and the PLEX, its missile's guidance system sending two missiles sheering off course, sending it soaring up into the night sky and down into a residential area. Timmy had always been a good child, he had worked hard at the orphanage, looking after the younger kids, and looking out the window, for he had been told that his mother and father had gone up and were stars once more. He looked up into the sky, praying to Duma as he did every night to see them again. As he looked into the sky, he saw the two rockets falling towards the orphanage, he grabbed his younger sisters hand and ran towards the window 'Betsy! Look! Its mommy and daddy! Theyve come back for..' and he spoke no more, for the orphanage exploded in searing vaporising flame as the two missiles struck home and ended the lives for dozens of young orphans instantly. The three Z-95s launched from their runway in a small farmstead outside of the capital, launching into the air and quickly entering the airspace over the city, flying low with transponders off they launched volleys with their weapon systems on the Neimoidian neighbourhoods, hitting dozens of smaller businesses, militia stations, etc, literally firing indiscriminately as they headed towards the starport, circling it while pelting it with fire, intent on cutting off any Neimoidian vessels trying to escape, one peeled off from the main formation and began to rake Neighbourhoods seen as Neimoidian again. Destroying several resteraunts. In the midst of the Chaos a great deal of civil terror took place, with people fleeing in the streets and attempting to find cover, often impeded and fired on by barricades if they were not locals. Also looting began to take place on local businesses. Several Gangsters, while the battle raged elsewhere in the city began to rob banks and jewelry stores, even going so far as to loot government buildings in many cases, especially tax offices, where to the delights of locals they dragged tax record databases into the streets and publically immolated them.
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| Miles_Kolbrun | Date: Monday, 25 May 2009, 9:54 PM | Message # 5 |
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| As soon as its sensors registered three unfriendly starfighters in the air, the Neimoidians' Wayfarer-class transport gunned its repulsorlifts and lifted off into the night's sky, hovering just over the city's modest rooftops and readying its guns as the Z95's―now alerted to its presence―closed in. The fighters sprayed the Wayfarer's port side with laser fire, lighting up the shields over its modular cargo bay. The transport responded, however, firing off its powerful quad laser cannons at one of the approaching, fragile Headhunters and blasting it into hot, durasteel fragments that pelted the streets and buildings below. The entire city lit up as the ships duked it out in the skies, with the Wayfarer accelerating away from the port and the Z95's, now back in formation, fell into hot pursuit. The engagement was promptly ended, however, when two concussion missile volleys to the transport overwhelmed its shields and blew it apart; much of its engine assembly disintegrated in a brilliant explosion, raining more debris onto the unsuspecting city below. The rest of the Wayfarer―engulfed in flames―crashed onto a parking lot, tearing up the duracrete and the compacted dirt beneath it as it slid across the lot and into a large, transparisteel arboretum. The building contained the largest and most beautiful collection of trees and flora on Dantooine, all of which quickly aflame as fire and fuel spewed throughout the exhibits. Watching the Wayfarer's demise from the ground, the Neimoidians knew they needed some more.. heavy air support, and called it in. The 300 meter long Garman-class mining vessel (converted into a commandship), which had been sitting quietly in orbit, now began to descend into the atmosphere and toward the capital. The Neimoidians on the ground, meanwhile, had their hands full. The A-A6z van that had engaged the two skiffs was grossly outmatched. With its driver killed in the front seat, the two Neimoidians manning the E-web succeeded in cutting down close to a dozen of the Hutt's gangsters before they, too, were killed by repeater fire. The van's fuel gasket also burst in the chaos, however, and ignited in a fantastic explosion that blackened the surrounding buildings, shattered their windows, and destroyed at least one of the skiffs. One of the ST-101 trucks was also lost, across the city, when its exuberant driver plowed into one of the Hutt's barricades, killing several guards beneath its repulsors but also flipping the truck onto its side. The surviving Neimoidians climbed out of the canvas bed with semi-automatic blaster rifles pumping, charging into a house of prostitution owned by the Hutt and shooting at everyone inside, including clients, indiscriminately. The Neimoidians, coordinating all of their efforts from the thoroughly barricaded Sunshine Spice Cafe, realized that they were running short on vehicles, and knew where to find more; the Khoonda militia was known to keep hundreds of speeder bikes, and dozens of walkers and personnel carriers fueled and ready to go at all times. The Neimoidians hastily put together a raiding party, consisting of their remaining ST-101 repulsortruck full of mafiosos and armed also with the HH-15 projectile launcher they had used earlier. The truck crashed through a gate and onto a lot where the militia kept its vehicles on standby, loosing one missile at the nearest barracks, keeping its men pinned down with concentrated, automatic fire, and charging the vacant vehicles (especially the speeder bikes and armored freerunners).
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| Simon_Levi | Date: Tuesday, 26 May 2009, 2:30 PM | Message # 6 |
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| The Hutt Gangsters moved throughout the streets firing indiscriminately through many Neimoidian Neighbourhoods in their luxury speeders, gunning down many innocent civilians as well as a huge number of itinerant spice junkies and other lowlives. In the shootout at the spice Cafe, the Huttese gangsters managed to lose some men but also managed to slay a fair few Neimoidian Gangsters with their repeaters fired from behind parked speeders. At the brothel the slaughter was massive, it was the Dantooine Farmer's Association's yearly visit to the capital and as expected they were frequenting the city, much of the rural wealthy was in town and naturally in that high classed brothel, many being gunned down bloodily as the Huttese resistance at that particular place. Jamie the Hutt looked over a holographic display of the city, fire and flames wreathing much of it, as well as the signs of the fighters and other ships zipping around, he designated the Capital building as a target, his people had been attacked, he personally had been attacked and the Government had failed to protect him with their vaunted militia. He ordered a score of men to go to a local military depot, taking the last PLEX with them and take some heavy tanks in order to simply demolish the Neimoidian neighbourhoods, heading out and taking the milita by suprise by raining fire down on them with anti infantry missiles and repeater fire before storming the lot to steal half a dozen armored tanks and a trio of AT-PTs.
The Z-95s swooped low over the capital firing each a pair of proton torpedoes towards the hapless Khoonda building, three hitting home on the building and detonating with massive explosions, burning out one wing and destroying countless offices and paperwork. The third missile streaked past the building into the executive parking lot, detonating as it impacted and destroying many executive speeders, the fighters then spun up to face the threat from orbit. In the mountains at reports of the situation getting out of hand and ships coming down from Orbit Jamie approved the use of his personal transport, the Modified Action VI transport "Elegance", it took off inelegantly with black smoke billowing from its engines, topping a nearby mountain to the capital and heading up to duel in the skies with the Neimoidian command ship using its two Laser cannons and two Turbolasers.
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| Miles_Kolbrun | Date: Saturday, 30 May 2009, 6:56 PM | Message # 7 |
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| The Neimoidians had expected, above all, that the Sunshine Spice Cafe―their command center, of sorts―would eventually come under siege. The Hutt's repeaters shattered its windows, pelted its walls and killed a fair number of its defenders, but still the Neimoidians were ready. On the second floor, mafiosos carefully lit the petrol bombs they had prepared with whiskey from the bar and tossed them down upon the repeaters, dousing them and the speeders with flame, then spraying the street with automatic blaster fire for good measure. Within moments, the street and barricades would be cleared and the Sunshine Cafe secured, for now. And not a moment too soon. The Neimoidians decided on a massive assault against Jamie the Hutt's storehouse, where all of his spice shipments (most likely billions of credits worth) were stored, near the spaceport. The Neimoidians were called to assemble back at the Cafe to pool their weapons, including the HH-15 launcher, limpet mines, and more improvised petrol bombs. Back at the militia's reserve lot, the Neimoidians kept the unsuspecting soldiers pinned down in their smoldering barracks while they hot wired the armored freerunners (6 of them stolen successfully) and speeder bikes (9 of them stolen). The Neimoidians planted mines on many of the other, parked speeders and blew them up so they couldn't follow, then fled the lot. The freerunners were delightfully well armed, with 2 anti-vehicle laser cannons and 2 anti-infantry blaster batteries, and the useful feature of linking all the weapons together to save on crew. The Neimoidians tested out the firepower on as many of the Hutt's restaurants and dealerships as possible (and in one case, a fire truck that they mistook for the police), on the way to rendezvous with the others. While the speeder bikes darted throughout the city, tossing petrol bombs at businesses under the Hutt's "protection," the rest of the vehicles and a good two dozen Neimoidians converged on Jamie's storehouse, opening up with an HH-15 missile, then indiscriminate, automatic fire. Considering how flammable spice generally was, even the slightest spark should send up the entire building (but little did the Neimoidians know that their own storehouse was too close within the blast range, and if Jamie's storehouse went up, so would theirs, along with many adjacent blocks). Meanwhile, the Neimoidians' Garman-class class vessel had descended upon the city, its 10 quad laser batteries making short work of the Hutt's Z95's, then turning its full attention to the approaching Elegance, a ship as ugly as it wasn't elegant. The two, massive ships would circle each other lazily, low over the city's rooftops, pummelling each other mercilessly in the orange, smoke-filled skies as the battle continued to unfold on the ground below.
Miles Kolbrun
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| Treslar | Date: Wednesday, 03 Jun 2009, 10:39 PM | Message # 8 |
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| "What the hell is going on out there?" someone finally asked; Lieutenant Commander Zaklaes'ili did not often visit Dantooine's capital because he was a Twi'lek, and the locals did not look kindly on his species. As a person, he was furious when his name was derided, or when he was told that "his kind" wouldn't be served in this restaurant or that. But as an officer and thus a representative of the New Republic, he reminded himself that he must be patient with them. They were, after all, a simple people used to farms, not foreigners, and it was his duty to defend all of them, even the racists. But tonight wasn't going so well, in that respect. The New Republic's garrison was situated well outside of the capital, but even from this distance Zaklaes'ili only had to look out his window to see the flashes of light and the fiery glow on the horizon. He had seen it before, during the war, but never thought he would see it here on Dantooine. Fearing another Imperial assault, the Commander had assembled his officers in the garrison's communications center to find out what was happening. They made numerous attempts to raise the Khoonda militia, but each time there was no response. "Keep trying," demanded a frustrated Zaklaes'ili, even as he pursued his other options; he contacted the Republic fleet in orbit and asked for a visual report, which came back to him in stunning detail (even though the city's visibility from space was impaired by smoke cover). Apparently, what seemed like criminal elements were waging a full war on each other, and destroying much of the city with them. Zaklaes'ili remembered reading a report on Dantooine's organized crime which had crossed his desk some weeks ago. He had referred it to the Khoonda administration which, in typical response, had assured him that it wasn't a problem. Like hell, he thought. He ordered a company of soldiers to the ready, and had a squadron of X-wing's fueled and on standby. He also recieved an urgent request from the fleet, when they noticed the Neimoidian ship descending upon the city, to shoot it down. But for the time being, all he could do was wait until the Khoonda militia gave them authorization to assist them. "Where the hell are they?" he said, then cussed under his breath, "Have the fleet move something into position, and stand by. We move in two minutes, whether it's authorized or not." He sighed, "But keep trying to reach them."
Treslar
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Ruusan Reformation League
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| AlexandreLevanto | Date: Thursday, 04 Jun 2009, 10:11 AM | Message # 9 |
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| His index finger and thumb combed through the bristles of his beard, even as Alexandre glanced haphazardly towards his communications display. The E8 Enforcer was positioned permanently (at least until the InterGalactic Mining Core officially withdrew from the planet, which wasn’t bound to take place until after the Acherin blockade, when the corporate could handle shuffling the military around) above Dantooine, maintaining an elliptical orbit that kept her within the higher orbit of Dantooine, and thus capable of handling any incursions by pirates or Imperials (not that an E8 could do much damage to the vessels of similar size). Mr. Levanto himself had just finished a very promising campaign within the Tapani Sector, but with the InterGalactic pull-out from Canti (in preparation for part two of House Caplisan diplomatic talks) he had found himself reassigned to the Dantooine system—an altogether boring job. Boring that is, until today. Since the Republic had decided to use broadband transmissions instead of tightbeam, the commlink available between the Khoonda Militia and the New Republic was on the same frequency as the InterGalactic Mining Defense Group (also referred to as the IMDG for quick reference). “Lieutenant,” Levanto called, his eyes never strafing from the viewscreen as he watched that beautiful ball spin so slowly in space, “have the Republic forces moved into position to repel the gunship?” With the current diplomatic breakdown between the IMC and Dantooine, Levanto had no intention of lending aid unless specifically called upon (after all, any Republic world deserved aid) but was in no hurry to offer his own services. Nonetheless, in the event he was called to action, the Captain would have to do something quick. “Contact ground control, have a squadron of defense fighters prepped and ready to go. I want Hangar 1 to be ready as well, we’ll reconnoitre with Republic forces and work together if called upon.” Levanto glanced at communications, making sure the good lieutenant was following his orders.
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Alexandre Levanto
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| Jamie_the_Hutt | Date: Wednesday, 17 Jun 2009, 2:13 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The Huttese Gangsters, now with their train of armored vehicles made their decisive move, assaulting with their six tanks the Neimoidian headquarters with half the remaining Gangsters, while they dispatched their light vehicles and other forces to supressing the Militia. They assaulted the Militia centers would find themselves under a stunning array of attacks, varying from blasters to lobbed petrol bombs and whole gas tankers being rolled into their compounds, alight, only to detonate and cover the buildings with flaming fuel. Above the city, the hovvering freighter turned its fire from the Neimoidian ship, recognising the larger threat posed by the enforcer and ascended slightly, bringing itself within firing distance and disgorging a volley at the Enforcers bridge. In the meantime, Jamie the Hutt opened shelters in his personal estate for those who had fled the city, offering free food, clothing and shelter to the locals in his now empty of Gangsters house. He ooched into the main square of his estate, carrying a crate of blaster pistols with his own blaster rifle over his back. 'Brave fellow citizens' he spoke in fluent basic 'We have suffered much, and where is Exar and his toy soldiers? They are holed up in their palaces and barracks while our city burns as these gangsters battle back and forth! This cannot be right. We must defend outselves as there is noone else who can, if you have not arms, I have a few scant ones here I have collected over the years, but I am no soldier. We must leave a guard here on our families and then go to the city and see what is to be done to preserve our Dantooine!' Of the several hundred gathered in his estate (many armed) he put most on the walls with blaster pistols and so forth. However, some two score of the best armed he lead out under the flag of Dantooine back towards the city in a small convoy of civilian speeders, aiming to secure the Khoonda building and Planetary Library. Jamie the Hutt sent out a communication on all channels 'To anyone out there, the Republic, IMC or Dantooine forces, I have a few of the sturdiest citizens with me and we are moving to secure the Khoonda building and our planetary archive. This is Jamie, Head of the Chamber of Commerce. Any who needs safety please head to my estate, you will find it free to all who need it. But all those who are armed and their families safe, converge on the Khoonda building and we will make a show of the people of Dantooines spirit, even if our Government does not.'
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| Treslar | Date: Wednesday, 24 Jun 2009, 12:58 PM | Message # 11 |
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| McKnight didn't have to wait long for an ETA on the Republic's air support. Even as he spoke, the characteristic whistling of fusial thrust engines filled the skies over the capital, as three flights of four X-wing's each flew low over the rooftops. They would appear suddenly as green blips on the militia's sensors, as Zaklaes'ili broadcast their transponder codes to McKnight's command center. The Twi'lek commander's voice was heard over the comm, on the Republic's secure line: "Colonel, I have a company of one hundred and twenty five men moving by speeder to the city. They should be in your streets in," there was a short pause, "Five or six minutes. I heard the Hutt's transmission, and I'd like to move some of my men to secure his compound, and some men also to the spaceport. Please advise, over." Meanwhile, the Republic fleet in orbit had moved the gunship Expeditious into position to move against the criminal vessels, and it was this ship that became the target of the Hutt's Action VI transport. Needless to say, the Expeditious didn't hesitate to defend itself; the gunship loosed a volley of concussion missiles (having positioned itself so that errant missiles would hit empty farmland, and not the capital, far below). It also opened up with four of its turbolasers, the combined effect more than sufficient to blow the Elegance out of the sky. Presently, the X-wing's did their best to harry the Garman-class vessel, still over the capital. With its array of quad laser cannons, however, the Republic's starfighters needed to be cautious. They relied on their speed and agility, and their numbers, to distract the Garman's guns while another flight launched its proton torpedoes, and repeated the maneuver several times until the larger ship was pummelled. It was not without cost, however; already, one of the X-wing's was hit in the fuselage with quad laser fire. Its shields were overwhelmed, its pilot was killed instantly, and the fast, flaming durasteel clipped a clocktower over the city, tearing off one of the wings and sending the craft tumbling into the fields outside the capital (which subsequently caught on fire). The tower, too, was damaged; it rained chunks of duracrete, glass, and repliwood panels into the streets below, but remained standing. New Republic Forces Present
- 11 X-wing Starfighters (one destroyed)
- 1 DP20 Corellian Gunship Expeditious New Republic Forces Inbound
- 120 New Republic Soldiers
- 3 Armored Personnel Carriers
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Treslar
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Ruusan Reformation League
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