Sweep & Clean

It was not even 12 hours since the Sapphire Squad had returned from patrolling the the Antei system, when Aedile to the house of Ludo Kressh Exarch Raistlin Sadow had entered the hangar to announce that the Sapphire squad had to once again gear up.

"I just received word from our Quaestor that a rebel patrol was spotted by one of our space patrol droids, it will be entering our sector of the Antei in a number of hours" Raistlin says to Sith Commander Erlandil Valenthort.

The Sith Commander immediately called all Sapphire Flight leaders to formation.

"I need you guys to get all of our pilots to the briefing room for emergency orders with in the next 30 minutes" Erlandil says to Sith Warrior Raidoner and Jedi Hunter Macron Goura.

As the pilots are assembled Raidoner begins to call out roll call for a head count, as all pilots appeared to be present Commander Erlandil began his briefing.

"The Squad will be lead by myself with Protector Qiw Neron as my wingman"
"Raidoner being a Sith Warrior will be paired up with Apprentice JONBA NIBRI as his wingman"
"Jedi Hunter Macron Goura will be paired up with Apprentice Damian Castle"
"Acolyte Nefarious will be paired up with Apprentice Jawa_of _Doom as his wingman"
"Novice Domentius will be paired up with Talison as his wingman"
"Sith Warrior Karimicus will be paired up with Khaos Wrath as his wingman"
"We will leave at once to intercept this Rebel Patrol, we are not sure how many are in the Patrol but they are headed this way and they can not discover our hanggar so this is a take no prisoners mission" the Sith Commander says as he signals the Squad to move out and take off.

The entire Sapphire Squad is flying Tie Advanced in their usual Mynok formation that allows a large caravan destroyer to quickly be engulfed by the onslaught of fighter, the squad does not know what to expect so the Sith Fligh member Kamiricus advices the Commander to keep an open comm link to an undisclosed channel.
The Commander agrees and signals the order switch channels.

"Sapphire Flight Leader Two here," Macron spoke over the comm link as he felt his way through the controls of his new vessel. "Where did you get these Tie Advanced fighters?" he chuckled. "I could really get used to this baby. Oooooh yeeeaaah!"

Macron waggled his fighter, and flew by the rest of the squad. He had once been a swoop gang member, and was a natural hot dog.

"Get in formation, Hunter," Erlandil spoke over his comm. "Now."

"Alright, geez keep your shirt on." came the reply. Macron's craft rolled into position as he formed up with the Squadron.

"Um, we have a proximity alert people. Some X-wing and A-wing type fighters and a Corellian corvette have just entered the system from hyperspace. Look sharp," came Raidoner's comm signal.

Several thousand kilometers away, 8 X-wings and 4 A-wings peeled out of a Medium corvette bearing Rebellion markings. Battle was imminent, and this may be just the scout force.
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edit- forgot an "n" sorry

As the TIE squadron barrelled toward the old ships, blasters punctuated the night black space near Sepros.

Macron made his ship dance, the vicious spins lashing out in hails of fire and death. Raidoner laughed, relaxing as yet another X-wing evaporated into particles under his reticle.

The intercomm crackled and hissed, the half-enebriated voice of Quaestor Daragon seeping through. "Hurry up out there, I just got word from Ashen."

Erlandil locked his target and pressed the fire button as he looked away, fiddling with his commlink. "What word?"

Lenzar laughed as he barrel-rolled through the explosion of a Y-wing. "Mrah, probably."

Bob coughed. "You guys are needed by Inos. Apparently a small EH fleet just dropped out of hyperspace, and the Fallen Spear is under attack."

"Fallen Spear?" Erlandil muttered, swinging his ship around.

"Emperor's Hammer?" Lenzar cursed as he flipped his onboard computer controls.

"All right, Sapphire, Form Up!" Erlandil smirked. "Time for some real action."

Macron nearly choked on his moon pie as the comm opened up. He dropped the wrapper in the trash hole, and turned up the volume.

"....the Fallen Spear is under attack," came Bob's voice on the comlink.

Tha meant Muz was under attack, and perhaps Manji as well. Maybe Xizor, too. His Black Guard Liege, his Master, and a powerful Dark Jedi. His arse would be in a whole lot of trouble if they were injured.

"Hey Castle, you hear me?" Macron spoke into the comm unit. "Form up on my wing, and await orders from Erlandil. Out."

The orders were not long in coming.

"Sapphire Flight Two, you will be intercepting the first wave. Hyperjump in, and attack immediately. Flights One and Three will be along later, in a flanking maneuver. Out."

Macron cursed. "Great, I'm now known as a meat popsicle..." he muttered.

"What was that?" came Damien Castle over the comm.

"Never mind that, here are the coordinates... we'll be coming in hot, into a continuing firefight. Be ready. Follow my lead, and guard me. Shields to full in the front, switch to normal after the first pass. Give 'em hell! Mrah! Macron Out."

"I spot two Tie Advanced fighters as well as a single Tie Defender bearing EH markings," came Lenzar's voice over the static laden comm.

The waves of fighters split, as Sapphire came in to the battle. The aggressors appeared to be flying 6 Tie interceptors for the most part, except fot the newer vessels. Shots were flying back and forth between the ships as the fighters swarmed the Fallen Spear like gnats on a wolf.

Raidoner signaled his wing man to remain behind him at an angle of 167 degrees as he dives into the melee defending the Fallen Spear.but the Apprentice JONBA NIBRI had plans of his own, he flew straight into the fray as Raidoner tried to catch up with him.

*You fool this is not the Shadow Academy's flight simulator" Raidoner said to his wing man.

JONBA did not reply as he engaged a Y-Wing that was escorting a group of X-Wings, Raidoner was not about to die because of an arrogant Apprentice so he stayed on course and followed his orders in the defense of the Fallen Spear.

Raidoner immediately snuck up behind two X-Wings whose sole purpose was to disable the Fallen Spear and allow the rest of the wave to destroy it, Raidoner quickly fired upon the first X-Wing from behind rapidly blowing its engines and causing it to explode. Its Wing man was caught by Raidoner's Tie Interceptor as he flew thru the flames of the of the first X-Wing, Raidoner fired upon the wing man missing the cockpit and destroying its R3 unit droid that served as its navigational computer. The X-Wing flew straight across bursting in flames causing its pilot to eject just before it finally blew up.

The Fallen Spear's defenses managed to deflect the wave of X-wing's, its turrets kept firing upon all ejected pilots leaving no one alive. At this time JONBA was being chased by two B-Wings he had originally tried to engage, his Tie Interceptor was badly damaged.

*Fly towards the Fallen Spear* Raidoner ordered his wingman as he flew in to catch the B-Wings head on.

Raidoner knew that the turrets on the Fallen Spear would easily take out those B-Wingsthus giving the young Apprentice a chance to head back to our hangar for repairs, however these B-Wings equipped with ION missiles to rapidly destroy any shields and their generators.
JONBA turned his ship around and ejected as it attracted one of the ION missiles away from the Fallen Spear, but one Missile hit the Fallen Spear taking out its primary shields. Raidoner pulled up and fired upon one of the B-Wings middle shaft by the ships neck severing the cockpit from the ships body, the other B-Wing flew towards the Sith Warriors Tie Interceptor attempting to get a lock on its targeting system but the Tie Interceptor's speed and its maneuverability was far superior than the B-Wings, Raidoner allowed the B-Wing to get behind him as he pulled a 180 degree loop over the B-Wing placing him directly behind the heavy fighter rendering it an easy target.

Kat was on the bridge of the Spear watching the battle a little pensively. As another attack shook the ship, she sprung to the controls.

"Boys, I can't stand watching this anymore." She started typing in the control panel, and chriping at the ship. "Muz, please tell VASIC to allow me control."

Nodding, he uttered the command. "Allow Kat Pridemore control of the ship, second only to my command."

With a few more strokes, and the odd sounds, the ship slowed down. The Tie pilots covered its location. The damage to the ship started healing itself, and Kat reviewed the tactical information quickly.

"This is probably the only tech I know, but I know it well." Quickly changing screens, she made another request. "Can I please have someone in the back start up the artilliary? I can only do some of it from here. With someone aiming from the back, we can light up the sky." With a little bit of a laugh, and just assuming that the request would happen, she continued to play on the various controls.

She chirped, and suddenly the ship shifted to the left, avoiding another missile. With a few key strokes and a language that they didn't understand, the shift practically danced around the attacks.

Suddenly, the sensors began flashing frantically. Kat growled low in her throat. "I think we have company." Muz glowered at the screen, and began barking commands.

With a scream of TIE ion engines, the Sienar built Tie Advanced flown by Macron Goura looped over. He had lost sight of Castle somewhere in the firefight, and could not raise him by comm.

"Damien Castle, you there? Over." The Only reply was static.

"Damn, I hope he is alright. I'm moving to the mission objective : protect the Spear."
Macron's TIE rolled left, yawed, and dropped in tight with the Spear.

The Sith Jedi Hunter keyed his comlink, and gave them all cheery greeting.
"Hey guys, what's up? Hi Kat! See you got a wee mess there, that right wing plane is ruptured."

"No duh, Macron." Muz replied. "Kat's busy right now. We have company, more EH interceptors. They must have a capital class vessel nearby."

Macron switched on his comlink. "Yeah, copy that. I read three TIE interceptors, heavily modified. They have shields. No hyperdrive. I agree, best be on the lookout for... "

A Corvette dropped out of space, just barely 10k out. It was on an intercept course, and swarms of fighters came out of it's pregnant belly like hungry locusts.

"Er, never mind. Look at that, they must be pretty pissed off about that booze we pirated. Heh heh. Guess what? I brought something special to the party. " Macron thumbed the arming switch for his missle launchers. They contained Advanced Proton Torpedoes. He would need cover and helpwithout a wingman, however.

"Cover me? Anyone?"

The lean Zabrak stood aboard the bridge of the Fallen Spear. Looking from his left and right he saw ships wizzing by the front of the ship, around him officers were scrambling to their positions as the Warrior gave a random officer a glare that stood his hairs on edge and made his blood chill from the very look.

"What is our position?"

"Rumour has it that a EH boarding party will be here within the hour."

"RUMOUR! RUMOUR? YOU'RE GOING ON RUMOURS HERE! I DON'T WANT RUMOURS! I WANT FACTS!"

The officer was on his back bleeding from his face, Xhedias' fists swung at the officer's head repeatedly until his face was a mangled mess. Suddenly he was restrained by an unknown person.

"WHO DARES HOLD ME BACK!?"

The person let him go and stood in front of him, it was Phantom. Her black robes flowing over her body with the blue edging slightly standing out against the blackness of the robes.

"Save it for the enemy Xhed."

Shifting his glare from the fallen officer to her, he barely nodded and continued to find out what was happening.

"I'm going to the deck, I'll be launching shortly, if there is ANY word on an approaching boarding party comm me ASAP!"

Another one of the officers standing nearby in complete shock of the recent happenings. One of the few Entars within Naga Sadow strode down the hall of the ship, his boots clicking on the mettalic floor.

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Jumping inside the ship he set his lightsaber down next and put a clasp over it that would keep it in place while he flew. He didn't care to put a helmet on and strapped himself in, closing the door of the TIE and powering up the twin engines. Slamming the thrust clutch forward he shot out of the dock and into space surrounding the Fallen Spear.

"Surounding units, this is Ebony Falcon, Kat, moving up on your 6."

"Alright Ebony Falcon... stay clear of the starboard side, I'm shifting again." Kat's fingers continued to fly over the odd looking control panel. The ship banked, sliding into the coordinates that Kat input.

The large bulk of the ship was getting plummetted, but Kat was doing her best. And it helped that she had some of the best covering her. But, she wasn't going to let them have all the fun.

With a growl, she ordered "Hang on!"

A few chirps and keystrokes later, and the Spear did a fast 90 turn - much faster than she probably should have by the groaning complaint of the ship. But Kat's intense face convinced no one to say a word, while Muz barked commands. All Kat could hear was the purr of the ships engines and a roar of everyone else.

The Spear swooped around, coming in beside the attackers, much to their surprise.

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Macron noticed the newest entry into the fray. "Hi Xhedias. Ready to play with this bad boys?"

With the reply a resounding "Woot!", the two fighters fell into formation, attacking with a vengence.

Macron gritted his teeth as he and Xhedias formed up. The two pilots were on a mission.
Destroy that Corvette.

"I got your 6," came Xhedias over the comm. "Shields to attack formation, dive and drop...
You know the drill, Sith brother."
Macron nodded as the comm chirped, and turned up his frontal shields.

"Thank the Dark Lords this is an Advanced TIE..." he thought. "This could suck mightily otherwise."

The engines screamed with mechanical agony as he pushed them to the limit. Xhedias was right on top of him, flying contrapoint to his vessel. Several enemy fighters moved to engage.

The red bolts came from dead ahead as the two Sith moved to intercept their black destiny.
"I've got no concussion missles, Xhedias... that long range deal is all you," came Macron's voice over the comlink.

Xhedias responded with a salvo of missles, each one attuned to a particular fighter ahead.
The missles depleted the shields of the oncoming pilots, and the two Sith moved to blast them.

Macron did a dance with Xhedias. Macron had firelinked his ion cannons, and disabled the unshielded ships as Xhedias pounded them with blaster fire. Shortly, there were only space wrecks and frozen body parts left drifting in the vacuum. The two Sith moved alone into the fire zone of the Corvette.

Only destruction and death awaited them- or perhaps their enemies. All eyes were on them, and the Spear had sweet respite for a moment.

Another ship dropped out of hyperspace just behind the Fallen Spear. It looked very much like the fighter ships employed by the Sith during the Jedi Civil War, but they didn't have hyperspace capabilities and they were nowhere near as maneuverable as this pilot made them look. Only one pilot in the entire Sith order had a ship like that. It was Revenant, the newest addition to Sapphire Squadron. He had his ship, the Reaver, built for him long before joining the Dark Brotherhood. It was based around the ancient Sith fighters but had been fitted with shields, hyperdrive and an ion cannon as well as the standard twin laser cannons. It also had a proton torpedo launcher mounted on the underside of the cockpit.

"Sorry for the delay, my brethren. My ship needed a few minor repairs." He wheeled around behindthe corvette and bombarded it with a torrent of fire from his ion cannon. The acolyte could hear the voice of Macron coming over the comm link.

"Good work, acolyte, its shields are weakening. Keep it up and we can start the real fireworks."

Revenant made another pass, all the time raking the Corellian ship's starboard side. All of a sudden two enemy fighters appeared behind him. He tried spiralling and weaving, looping and rolling but they just mimicked his every move. "Damn, these guys are good. Raidoner, Muz, some assistance please..."

((I thought this topic was dead. How can you continue a run-on that is 5 days from being 2 months old when it makes practically no sense by today's standards? (ie, Macron is now the CMDR, the two Flight Leaders are Raidoner (still) and me, and Erlandil is no loner in the squadron. I appreciate your attempt at being active, but don't think this is the place to start (read Sapphire's most recent report, it contains information about the current comps on. Note: If you didn't get the report, get onto me at Darklord@poyntz.tk and I'll send it to you). Hope this helps.

Note to admin: please deleat these two last posts. Cheers.))

((Yeah. Well, he's a noob. Nice post though Revenant!
If you want, we can start a run on that you can be in, just email or PM me.))

Raidoner rides his Bantha to Macrons house and parks it in his front lawn, The Bantha was feed a strong laxitive in order to help fertilize Macrons front lawn.