Devaneaux vs. Devaneaux: Father's Revenge (TSO, Invite Only Otherwise)

[Kieran Devaneaux]

"Captain, picking up Imperial ships. The Skyrider is at the front."

"Damn. Well, it looks like this conflict has been decided for us." Kieran straighted himself in his captain's chair. "Prepare to attack the Skyrider. Destroy her if you have to."

[Artimus Devaneaux]

"The Republic is approaching at attack formation," one of Artimus' hunters reported from the sensor station.

"As expected. Ready turbolaser turrets and prepare to fire." Artimus, after scanning the schematics for both this ship and the Republic, knew that the two variants of Star Destroyer would be almost equal in combat; it would depend on the strategies of their commanders and the power of their escorts....and Artimus was at a disadvantage. Kieran and his escorts were obviously very good, but Artimus would rely on his skill with trickery...

[Teleran Balades]

While the Skyrider and her escorts drew ever closer to the Sith/Sov battle group, Palpatine's Rage swung her massive bulk around in a half turn, bringing her starboard side to face the enemy. Along the entire length of the ship, Heavy Turbolaser emplacements swung their dual gapping muzzles to bear. The smaller, anit-starfighter gunships swooped into a low flanking position to protect their mothership from the knats.

Swarms of Tie Defenders boiled out of the Cuirassier's. Angrily, they streaked out to engage their opponents.

Gericualt looked on the viewscreen showing the approaching NR ships. This fight would be a slugfest. And that was exactly what his ship was designed to do: give and recieve tremendous broadside barrages.
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A pair faint distorted shimmers could be seen for a moment, flying parallel to the great Republic. But as soon as they had appeared, they disappeared again.

Aboard one of the stealth ships hidden beside the NR destroyer, a solitary figure stood among a team of eight Inquisitorial Commandoes. The person wore a pitch black robed lined by deep crimson stripes. The Inquisitor click the comm-link built into the wall near the access hatch.

"As soon as the Republic drops her shields to launch starfighters, I want us on the hull of that ship."

[Kieran Devaneaux]

Fighter support was the last thing on Kieran Devaneaux's mind. Besides, there were no fighters on the ship yet....though he did have several fighter squadrons coming from the shipyards at Sumitra. All Kieran was concerned about was the battle to reclaim his old ship. Father versus son, as it was meant to be. The Imperials and the Republic reinforcements...they were inconsequential to the two opposing commanders.

Hidden in the engine room of Kieran's ship, though, one of Artimus' White Hand assassins was preparing to sabotage the Republic's engines to leave the ship dead in the water....

[Jorshal Vuntana]

Jorshal shot dead a few of the officers on in the area of which they had taken the escape pods, the rest seemed to back down. The White Hand assassins broke away from their escape pods and rushed to follow Jorshal as he lead the way through the ship.

Left and right, armed Republic officers and soldiers and fell to the ground dead. The group of one Sith and five White Hand assassins seemingly could not be stopped. A large group of armed men had tried to to stop them, shouting warnings and threatening with death. What they didn't realize is that Jorshal and the assassins were not concerned with death. It wasn't a threat. That group found itselves collapsed on the ground, inflicted with lightsaber wounds amongst others.

Now they came to a junction. Ahead was the control room and to the left would lead them to the power sources of the ship. Jorshal wasn't a good leader and he knew he would have trouble when faced with choices like this.

"Ok, umm. Three, no, four go to the power rooms. Me and two assassins can handle the path to the deck." He said uneasily. Had he been looking at the assassin's eyes he would have noticed a quizzical look, but his attention faced forward as he planned on leading this mission to success. The group broke apart, both sides intent on doing what was necessary for victory.

[Teleran Balades]

"Frell, their not launching any fighter craft."

The Inquisitor slammed his fist into the durasteel wall. Even as washes of energy from Imperial fighters lit up space, nothing emerged from the Republic's hangar.

"Damned ship must not have picked up any."

With a snarl the shrouded figure punched the subspace comm system. A tight beam signal made a straight shot for the captured Defender SD.

"Mr. Devaneaux, this is Inquisitor Richter. Convince your boys to pick up the pace. I can't board the ship until her shields are out...and I do not have the time to wait for you or the Navy lacky on the Rage to batter them down.

Richter cut the comm just as the Imperial cruiser's first wall of emerald energy dishcharged from her weapons.

[Artimus Devaneaux]

"The ship will be ready for you in a moment, Inquisitor." Artimus smiled in amusement, thinking of what he'd like to do with this ill-tempered upstart who thought he had command here. But Artimus played along. "Patience."

As Artimus spoke, a well-timed blast from the Republic smashed through a weakspot in the Skyrider's shields and into the weapons controls. Artimus grabbed a railing before asking, "What the hell happened?!"

"Turbolaser blast, hit the main weapons control circuit!"

"What about shields and engines?"

"We still have shields, and engines at about 65%!"

"Signal the Rage, get the captain and his boys to focus on the Republic. Knock out their shields!"

[TieFighterPilot181st]

New Republic Assault Frigate Stormhawk


The stars focused again into their customary pinpricks of light as the Stormhawk and its two escorts reverted to realspace. Looking out the bridge viewports, Tie saw the Republic under assault from an Imperial Cruiser, two gunships, and several squadrons of fighters. Off to one side lay the Skyrider dead in space and evidently no longer in New Republic hands.

"Order the gunships to move ahead at flank speed to aid the Republic and have one squadron of fighters go with them. Launch the other one and have them cover us, we're heading right at that cruiser." Tie ordered his subordinates.


The two Warrior gunships accelerated a squadron of Xj-Wings heading along with them while the remaining squadron of E-
Wings deployed to screen the Stormhawk.

"At maximum range open fire with everything. I want to let 'em know we're here" Tie ordered the weapons officer.

[Jorshal Vuntana]

Jorshal began to run down the halls of the Skyrider, cutting down all of those who stood in his way, and even those who didn't. Time was passing by for him quickly now, it was like this everytime he fought; time would just slip away as he entered a trance. He looked back behind him and found the White Hand assassins a little farther behind now. They couldn't keep up withhis Force speed.

"Come on!" He growled and thrust one of his lightsabers into the chest of a soldier.

In seemingly short time he was at the bridge, but in reality too much time was passing by. Jorshal stepped into the hallway before the main room and encountered what was probably going to be the strongest condensation of Republic forces on the ship. Quickly he ducked back behind a wall to avoid the hailstorm of blaster fire, mainly from the rapid fire blaster cannon.

Silently he hoped that the other group would finsih off the power and engine rooms sometime soon to give him an edge. They were taking too long.

Jorshal gathered the White Hand assassins and formulated a plan. The assassins would follow behind him focusing on the guards. Jorshal would head and do his best to deflect the blaster cannon with two lightsabers. They did just that without any problems or uneasiness. The Republic soldiers fell all to easily it seemed.

The main door to the bridge opened and Jorshal shot dead the most senior looking officer he could find. "Alright, listen here. We're taking over this ship and you all are going to cooperate. Don't bother sending out any signals out as I'm sure you realized you comms are jammed." Or at least he hoped so. "Alright guys. Round these people up. I'm going to check on the other group."

[Kieran Devaneaux]

"Colonel Yamagi has arrived and is giving us fighter cover...they're trying to take out that cruiser."

"The cruiser is the least of my worries," Kieran snapped. "It's the Skyrider. If I know Artimus, he'll try to retreat now...but he'll be back."

[Jorshal Vuntana]

Jorshla ran through the already beaten up hallways with ease. He finally came to the intersection where the group had split before. and sped down it. The walls were covered with scorchmarks and there was the occasional body. All and all he expected the four assassins to be alive and as he rounded the next corner he found them.

They seemed different though, maybe smaller. Whatever the difference was it soon became apparent that they were someone else disguised and more importantly they had the bag he had brought aboard. He withdrew one of the lightsabers and charged amidst blaster fire. The first collapsed easily as the red blade was thrust into his belly. Simulatianeously he kicked the other in the jaw while the other tried to apprehend him he punched him in the ribs, possibly breaking them. He grabbed the other lightsaber and cut the one he had punched in half. The mock assassins fought good, but were not as skilled as the originals. How these soldiers go tthe drop on them bothered him as he cut the head off the last and retirved his bag.

The doors to the main power room were just ahead. Jorshal was prepared to find whatever the assassins had run into, perhaps more soldier or droids.

He entered the room and looked around, everything told him that no one was in there. He wondered what possible could have stopped the assassins from disabling the power. His vision became foggy for a second as he realized there was a scentless gas in the room. He reached for the bag he had retrieved from the assassins and threw it across the room. A few quick flips of some switches and buttons and Jorshal found himself on the floor, barely conscious from the gas. His last memory was that of a small ionization bomb detonating and rendering the whole power room and consequentally the ship, the shields, useless.

[Artimus Devaneaux]

"Sir, we just lost all internal power!"

Artimus felt it. Bombs in the power relay room. "Where's the auxiliary power? Bring it up now, divert it to the engines! Get us out of here!"

[Kieran Devaneaux]

"Captain, the Skyrider is disengaging."

"What?" Kieran looked out the viewport at the Defender-class ship. "Sensors, report!"

"Skyrider's running on auxiliary power. Ion explosion in the main power relay center. She's diverted all power to engines and is making a break for it."

"What of the Imperials?"

"They're still focused on us."

"Signal Colonel Yamagi, tell him to stay with us until we can disengage. Then set a course for Mon Calamari. Prepare to jump to lightspeed...we need to get this ship to the Admiral in one piece." Kieran smiled bitterly. "Time to test the hyperdrive."

[Artimus Devaneaux]

"Do we have power for the hyperdrives?"

"Yes, sir, we've managed to divert the power. What course shall we set?"

"Back to Corellia. We got what we came for...." Artimus didn't say that they had failed in their primary mission, but he supposed there would be another day. "Jump...." He glared at the Republic in the viewport. "Now."

A second or two later, the Skyrider was gone.

[TieFighterPilot181st]

"Sir, the Skyrider has just gone to hyperspace. Trajectory anaylysis puts her on course for Corellia."

Tie swore at having not been able to stop the captured ship before it returned to his former homeworld.

"Order all ships to engage the Sovereign forces."

Already, in the distance flickers of light appeared as the opposing starfighter squadrons began their deadly duels.

[Kieran Devaneaux]

"All hands, this is the captain. Prepare for hyperspace." Kieran glanced at his navigations officer. "Lieutenant, on my mark."

The man nodded. "Ready, Captain."

"Sir," the sensor officer spoke up, "Colonel Yamagi's task force is focusing on the Imperial ships. I think we have sufficient cover for an escape." The Jedi captain nodded in satisfaction and glanced at the nav officer. "Lieutenant, on my count." The nav officer nodded. "Three....two....one....mark."

The Republic's engines groaned, and then the ship screamed into lightspeed. Kieran sighed in relief. They had made it intact. "On course for Mon Calamari, Captain," the nav officer reported. Kieran nodded. "Good work, Lieutenant. Status report."

"Minor to moderate damage on the upper decks of the main hull. Emergency shields in place and holding. About one fifty-five dead, three hundred seventy wounded. Otherwise, we're in one piece."

"Good. Signal the fleet. Inform them the Republic is en route." Kieran sat back in his chair. "Steady as she goes."