Ask Invasion Corellia Madness

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

The Hapes Consortium fielded one of the galaxies fiercest naval forces. With the collapse of the Free Worlds and the New Republic no single world could muster its military might. The First Fleet had been ordered to jump to Corellia on the Queen Mother’s Command. Comprised of the best they had to offer from Commenor and all across the Consortium. They feverishly followed the command of their Queen. The Hapan people were psychotically loyal. Charlotte commanded and they followed.

Her command had been simple. Corellia would submit or face destruction. The fleet burst from hyperspace. Immediately taking up offense position. The Queen’s own Battle Dragon commanded by her Admiral Yolana Teral’da awaited the orders of their Queen.

OOC: Fleet Numbers TBD depending on how opposition unfolds.

Spoiler: First Fleet of the Royal Navy

• 18x Hapan Battle Dragon
• 36x Nova-class Battlecruiser
• 72x Flash-class Light Frigate
• 3068x Miy'til Starfighter
• 2000x Miy'til Bomber

 

[Hauron Solus]

Spoiler: Music

Corellia was renown for its ship production and shipyards. It was one of the relatively few places capable of properly operating on Rancor Squadron's capital ships and with a reputable background that was even rarer. With coin earned from recent work, the mercenary warband was finishing up its stint in the system with a sense of fulfillment and rest.

That all changed when the Hapan Fleet attacked.

Alarms sounded telling crews of each ship to head to battle stations without delay. A hostile fleet had entered Corellian space and it could be only moments before it would be too late to react. With expert precision and thanks to disciplined formations, Rancor Squadron pushed off from the orbital shipyards and assembled above it in the vacuum of space, between the Hapan Fleet and the surface of the planet.

The Corellian planetary defense might not be as strong as it once was, but the Shipyards of Corellia and its location in the galaxy made it a heavily defended target. But Hauron had been on Thyferra with President Thorne, Darth Draugr, and others while the Hapan Fleet had engaged in orbit. The Solus Rally Master stood on the bridge, still adjusting the gloves around his hands that had been off moments earlier.

Now in his T visor he looked at the reflection of the sizable force massing at the edge of Corellian space. <"What's the word on the local forces? Who's fleeing and who's staying? I want to know how many are backing us up."> He had yet to decide if they were going to be able to fight against the Hapan Fleet or if there was a reason to. It would take a few moments for the high powered long range scanners with overlapping fields to return important data like ship classifications, speed, vecotors and more.


Rancor Squadron's custom Berex class carrier, three raider corvettes and various small craft with matching paint schemes of red, oranges and blacks might stand out as its own entity apart from the Corellian defenses. Most of the Squadron's starfighter compliment would remain inside the capital ships until it became clear they were engaging or received orders from their leader. <"Are all our warriors onboard and accounted for?"> He asked a different deck officer in beskar'gam. They paused and then turned their helmeted head to look at Hauron. <"Yes, sir. All warriors and ships are onboard or in formation, Group Leader."> The Group Leader nodded before turning towards the holoprojector display. <"The vacation was fun, while it lasted."> He muttered to himself but got a few agreed murmurs from his bridge crew.

@Valen Pelora

Spoiler: Rancor Squadron numbers

1x Dralaalar - Berex class carrier
3x raider class corvettes a.ka. the threebooters

80x fang class interceptors
14x kom'rk class multi-role fighter/transports

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

“Queen Mother, we are in formation.” Charlotte drummed her fingers together. The svelte image of Admiral Teral’da cast in blue before her. She had been quickly shuffled from the Senate gathering. Her own personal fleet having made an equally impressive exit. She stood on the bridge of her secondary vessel and quietly contemplated her next steps. “Admiral, open communications so they might hear their new Queen.” The admiral simply nodded. Soon, Charlotte’s image would be broadcast for all to see.

“I have been here before. Poised above Byblos because of incompetence of the Republic. I did nothing…and I shall forever regret that choice.” Her hands balled into tight fists. “Those of you who are visitors to Corellia may leave, my fleet will collect an appropriate fee for passage. Be thankful the price is so dreadfully cheap.” Charlotte’s eyes hardened. Her voice sharp.

“The rest of you belong to me now. Resist and I will burn this world from existence. A constant reminder to the failures of the Republic…how you turned your back on us. Submit and you may work to repay your debt.” The feed cut. She would wait.

@Darasuum

 

[Hauron Solus]

Then Hapan Fleet that entered Corellia space was grand in its numbers. They outgunned and outnumbered Rancor Squadron by no less than three orders of magnitude. The local defense force did not seem to be coherently rallying and many of the other ships made for the edge of the system or submitted to the broadcast directions of Queen Mother Le'Anna.

Hauron and his fleet however were not beholden to the Hapan Queen Mother. "It's appropriate for us to leave." He said to himself in galactic standard basic knowing she could not hear him. He was not about to pay a tax to an outside matriarch. <" Set a course for Yag'Dhul and make the jump."> He ordered and kept an eye on the Hapan fleet positions.

They were still safely out of range and while the Mandalorian battle group possessed fast ships, the Hapan fleet were known for having even swifter craft. It would take a few moments before the calculations for a safe jump could be made, especially with the amount of traffic over Corellia. But each of the capital ships and the few small craft outside possessed class two or one hyperdrives and would jump together in unison soon.

@Valen Pelora

Spoiler: Rancor Squadron numbers

Rancor Squadron begins to make for hyperspace. Some of their ships have class 2 hyperdrives and take the equivalent of 2 turns in PvP to jump. Exit attempt

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

A broad smile spread across her face. Heart practically skipping with glee. Charlotte could barely contain the enthusiasm bounding in her chest. The voice of the Admiral echoing on her bridge. “Corellia has surrendered, your highness.” Music to her absolutely perfect ears. Charlotte sighed in satisfaction. “Begin assimilating their fleet into ours. Fully staffed from the Consortium. The Corellians can begin paying off their debts.”

She flicked her tongue across her teeth. “The fleet should remain until we are certain there will be no unhappy accidents.” A perfect start to her new campaign. “Yes, Queen Mother.” Charlotte waved a hand and the communication cut off. “Take us home, I have an address to prepare.” The bridge buzzed with activity as the final preperations to return to Hapes were made.

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“Admiral, there is a small detachment of ships fleeing from the planet. Transponders indicate they’re Rancor Squadron.” Yolana shrugged. She’d never heard of them. “Intercept before they can make the jump and open a com.” Her instructions were carried out swiftly. “Rancor Squadron, your communications must be damaged. The Queen Mother requires a parting gift from all evacuating visitors.” She folded her arms. “A million credits will do.” The fleet prepared to engage if the Queen Mother’s directive was ignored. They would not have that on their first day.

@Darasuum

 

[Hauron Solus]

Less than fifteen seconds remained before Rancor Squadron could make the jump to hyperspace with their class 2 hyperdrives. But none-the-less they were being hailed by the Hapan conquerors. Some of the Hapan small craft began moving rapidly in the mercenary battle group's direction and the Solus Rally Master that commanded the Mandalorians expected it was to collect this tax since they were not targeting them yet.

The vector the Mandalorian fleet headed was directly away from the Hapan fleet without straining their engines or to seem like they were running. The invading forces were fast but it would take them a few moments for their weapons to come within range. Hauron used that time to hopefully make the Hapans hesitate against hostile action towards Rancor Squadron. Power was diverted away from weapon systems to conserve energy and in the event their captains ordered them to focus on shields or engines should they be attacked.

One thing was clear, Rancor Squadron had no intention of fighting unless being fires upon. Hauron did not want the Hapan forces to have more reason to fight if they were scanning them. In fact, maybe they would hire them at some point in the future.

The Mandalorian allowed himself to be both seen and heard as he replied to the communication in galactic standard basic. He wanted to buy some time if even if it was a few seconds. “Hello? Sorry I can see you but I can’t hear you.” He lied, leaning into the assumption their comms were damaged as the ships moved closer to their optimal jump point. “Oh uh, give us a moment to work it out. There’s a lot of interference.” He continued as coolly as possible, though the Mikkian paused as if just noticing the officer’s attractiveness. “Say again please, Miss. We’re trying to clear this civilian traffic to get a good signal but it’s difficult.” The deception continued as the hyperspace jump coordinates were being locked in and there was hardly any civilian craft in the immediate vicinity.

“Okay I think it’s fixed now, Miss. Thank you for waiting. How can Rancor Squadron be of service…um…Captain…Commodore…?” he waited to hear the Admiral’s introduction, hinting she had not introduced herself nor had the woman who had laid claim to Correllia in the previous broadcast. But moment after Hauron trailed off Rancor Squadron would stretch into the blackness of space and dissappear in the blink of an eye. The holocall would unceremoniously be cut short as the Mandalorian fleet entered the blue tunnel of hyperspace, leaving the Hapan forces and Corellia behind.

Exit thread​

 

[Charlotte Le'Anna]

Yolana rolled her eyes. Were all men truly so stupid? It was no wonder they had failed to change the status quo on Hapes for so many years. “Let them leave. It is truly not worth our time.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Ban them from Consortium space and put a bounty of 2 million credits on whoever they call their commander. Such offense to the Queen Mother cannot stand.” Her orders were relayed and the consummation of their control over Corellian solidified.

OOC: End thread.