New Repubic 12th Fleet

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Tie had just arrived back at is headquarters on Folor. He wasn't in the best of moods. The Emancipator would be in the yards for repairs for quite a while after the beating it took at Bestine. He swore to himself. The New Republic had been caught off guard and as a result had been forced to react to their actions which was always a surefire way to lose a war.
"Message here for you from fleet command sir." an aide informed him.
Tie qued up his computer and accessed the message

Wing Commander Taichi Yamgi, you are forthwith promoted to the rank of Colonel in the New Republic Navy and are hereby entitled to the pay and priveleges associated with that rank.

Fleet Orders: Your fleet is being reinforced. Two Adamant class battlecruisers, 2 bellicose frigates and 2 Corona Frigates are being assigned to your fleet. Your orders are to take a portion of your fleet to participate in the offensive that will take place at Bestine.

New Republic High Command

Well at least there was some good news. He then began to draft an order for his division commanders.

This is Colonel Yamagi. We now have new orders. The First Division will stay here and participate in exercises with the Foruth. The Third will arrive insystem and facilitate transfers of supply and personnel. The Second Division will prepare for departure at an unspecified time. All leaves are cancelled. The New Republic is now at war, good luck and good hunting.

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In the darkness of space over Folor, the 2nd Division of the newly christened New Republic 12th border fleet detached from the orbital facilities and prepared for a hyperspace jump to a destination unknown as yet to the majority of the crewmen and pilots aboard the ships now underway.

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The five warships composing the 2nd Division of the New Republic 12th border fleet dropped out of hyperspace in unison. Aboard the flagship Bulwark a staff meeting began to take place.

Tai stood in front of a conference table upon which lay a holo-projector that was currently displaying the planet of Bestine and the Imperial forces surrounding it. Ship captains and starfighter squadron leaders sat around the table waiting for the briefing.
"Gentlebeings, the High Command has transmitted the final orders. This planet is our objectvie, Bestine IV. It was taken not too long ago when Imp forces jumped in and took us by surprise, but now we're going to take it back. The initial stage of the battleplan involves the 537th infiltration squadron which is attatched to us. Major Strotham will lead that portion of the assault. Altogether 6 Mistryl Corevettes will jump insystem and insert a team of commandos on the surface. The 537th will be detached here, and will make its own way to Bestine, and will rejoin with the fleet at Folor. Part two will involve another New Republic fleet under Line Captain Scott jumping in system and engaging the Imperial fleet in orbit. We will be awaiting at the system edge for a hypercomm transmission from Captain Scott and we will jump in accordingly behind the Imperial fleet and catch them in a crossfire. We will be going in with all fighters deployed. Captain Zhukov will have immediate command of all capital ships in the division. I will lead the starfighter contingent. The 462th Bomber Squadron will make an all out attack run on the nearest Imp cap ship when we jump in and then return re-arm and wait near the Firestorm until another target of opportunity presents itself. The 341st and 487th Interceptor squadrons will provide defense for our capital ships while the 967th and the Black Dragons take the fight to the enemy. That is all for now and unless there are any questions we are finished here."

Tie waited in case any of his officers had any questions, and then spoke up again. "Alright then, good luck and good hunting, may the Force be with us."

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The docking bay of the Bellicose class frigate Firestorm was a hive of activity. Starfighters stood on their hardstands in various states of repair and readiness. In one secluded corner of the bay lay the six Mistryl Corvettes of the 537th Infiltration squadron. Techinicians and crewmen swarmed over the ships, performing last minute systems checks. Meanwhile commandos from the 3rd New Republic Special Operations Group began to board the corvettes and stow their gear. Eventually all was ready, and the corvettes began one by one to power up their repulsorlift coils and head out of the bay. Major Strotham, the commander of the group stood aboard the bridge of the lead corvette. The communcations officer was on the comm with the Hangar Control Officer.
"This is Control to Corevette group, move to beacon 4 and hold there." The six corvettes slowly proceeding through the docking bay and halted where control ordered them to, as a flight of A-Wings taxied out for a patrol mission.
"Corvette group, move to runway and launch at your discretion" One by one the Corvettes accelerated out of the main docking bay and into the void of space where a flight of four X-Wings waited to escort them to the hyperspace jump point. The six corvettes moved out with the X-Wings on either side.
"We're at the jump point sir." an aide informed the Major.
"Alright, signal the escort that their job is done here and we'll be leaving." Outside the viewports the four X-Wings waggled their wings in a sign of repect and peeled off to head back to the fleet. Within minutes the Corvettes leapt forward and the first phase of the second Battle of Bestine had begun.