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While the attack on the repair and refit is ongoing there will be a strike of similar importance on the communications relay. This will severely hamper battle coordination of the Imperial forces in the system. Calls outside of the station and later on in the conquest of the planet this will matter greatly.
"Uh, sir. You probably shouldn't be smoking." A young voice came over to Burkhart's pointed canine ears. Turning slowly he looked at the point of origin and saw a youthful marauder who looked to both be aware of who he was speaking to and still chose to speak up.
Burkhart was no small Morling but he also had respect for when people were correct. "Royt, my apologies vod." He said and stamped out the thick cigara on thee wrist plate of his beviinir armor. The man nodded, appreciating the respect shown to his confrontation. "Make sure our scannahs are oop. Don't want noon ov those pesky impies snekin oop on us." He added, getting back to business.
The ship had recently exited hyperspace and was at the edge of what would probably be classified as high orbit over Kuat. The other fleet had moved into position and were sharing intelligence. This could be a timed assault that worked into a decisive planetary invasion if everything worked out well.
The Sol'yc Mer'sheb made its way forward at a steady speed of fifty MGLT. The Field Marshal did not want to tax the ship by heading at full speed towards their target. Along side it was a slightly smaller nynir class corvette. Each with their compliment of MM10 starfighters and MM11 starbombers the two capital ships had an additional dozen mm5 starfighters as escorts.
The dropship that was normally inside the retrofitted audacious class corvette had been replaced by Burkhart's personal ship, the Effervescent. The ship had extensive capabilities and if need be he would utilize its capabilities. The vessel was not necessarily better than the corvette he stood within, but it certainly had its own strengths and weaknesses.
Along with the escorting starfighters he expected a notable supercommando in her own unique vessel to be joining the attack. Reyna Solus was her name though her call sign read 'spicy bader'. Solus clan members with their names, perhaps he should do something with Clan Kelborn. There was more of them coming out of the word work by the week it seemed and was hard to keep track.
Keying the commlink to her ship's communication he spoke over the secure channel. "When we geht cloose make sure our bombers aren't gettin too harassed. Expect them to scramble fighters once we get within a kilometer at least." The starfighters and bombers that were part of the corvettes' compliment lacked hyperdrives in exchange for added firepower and defensive measures. They had to get to the target and back to the corvettes if possible. This would be an interesting day if for nothing other than the fireworks ahead.