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Dxun Isstal

11 7:05am 28/10/02

The small fleet, comprising of only eleven capital starships and their respective starfighter escorts, entered the Mestra System ready to repell and attack.

And they found...

"Mining ships, sir. Great for getting the ore out of those rocks, but I daresay they won't be much use against our fleet if they chose to attack."

The General nodded, peering ou the viewport at the Winger ships. The asteroid field was huge, expanding in every direction as far as the eye could see. Hundreds upon thousand of millions of asteroids... trillions, even. And of them... there were certainly some large enough to hide a Star Destroyer behind. Even a Super Star Destroyer, should one be found. Perhaps even a Death Star...

But getting a Star Destroyer into that mess would surely destroy it. The risks were unfathomable. It simply could not be done. The Trade Federation would not risk on their prized ships to suck a maelstorm. And even if they did, a loan Star Destroyer could not hope to stop the oncoming task force. And that was assuming that the Trade Federation wanted war.

Nonetheles... "Keep an eye on the asteroid field for anything suspicious."

"Sir, we've connected with what appears to be their Cheif Vessel. Contact is open for your station, sir."

"Thank you, Ensign." Fo'din walked briskly to the holoprojector built into his command seat and triggered it, sending his image to the nearby Winger Chief Vessel.

"Unidentified vessels, this is the Galactic Defence Initiative Super Star Destroyer Blaze of Glory. This system is being siezed in the name of Galactic Peace. You are welcome to carry on business as usual, though any shipments will be collected by our ships." He paused a moment for the Miner Chief to ponder this, then smiled thinly. "Be warned: any foul play will be met with lethal force. We are here to save lives, not destroy them. But your lives are insignificant comparted to the thousands that suffer needlessly due to your actions. Do not make us add to the list of dead that this War shall cause."

Dxun Isstal

12 10:23pm 03/11/02

Mestra Asteroid Field

"Acknowledged." The single word floated over the com from the Cheif Winger Mining vessel, slicing through the silence that had filled the bridge of the Blaze of Glory.

"Right, then. Tactical, put our Assault Frigates in ring formation in front of us. They'll intercept any incoming our outgoing craft. Glory should take centerline, our Nemesis-class to enforce the flanks. The Defenders will position themselves between the flagship and the frigates. Glinting Steel will hold just behind us."

The ships began to move, covering the area and watching over the Winger Mining Ships.

"Alert the Supreme Commander. Mestra is secure."

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Rough ship placement:

Winger Mining Ships

NSD T NSD CP

N418
ASD BoG

DSD DSD DSD

RAF RAF RAF RAF

Myn Winger

13 12:47am 06/11/02

OOC:Unfortunatly since WMC wasn't active at the start of this thread there is no mining ships here. Also I don't have any mining ships built yet. And I still need to talk to Nelix about when he gave you permission to intrude on this takeover. But as far as the ships go I am going to RP them leaving, unless Nelix wants them to stay here for some reason.

IC:

Myn felt a jolt as the ship went into hyperspace.

"Why are we leaving?"

"We are going to meet Scottie Gill."

"But his message said he was coming here."

"We will meet him half way."

Nelix turned to his officer.

"Send a message telling Scottie of where we are meeting."

The ships continued into hyperpsace.

********

Back at the Mestra System the Chief Miner had only one choice to make.

"All ships return to your supply crafts. Leave the system heading back for Garos IV. We will need to talk to Mr. Winger and the Viceroy before starting any mining operations that will give supplies to the Galactic Defense Initiative."

The fleet turned around and fled back into hyperspace, away from the Galactic Defense Initiative and away from the valuable Durelium Ore.

Nelix Galdra

14 2:07am 06/11/02

(OOC: Myn, the Staff allowed him to interfear with the takeover. The Mining Ships can be NPC, since they have no battle hardened abilities.)

Dxun Isstal

15 8:14am 06/11/02

(I wouldn't advise you to jump to hyperspace... the Abolisher field makes that practive kind of deadly.)

Nelix Galdra

16 6:49pm 06/11/02

Losses:

17 Winger Mining Ships (Lost due to the Abolisher Field)

Nelix Galdra

17 1:26pm 07/11/02

Nelix Felt it.... a Disturbance....

"Turn the ships around." he started, looking at his tactical advisor. "Ready the Fleet for Battle. Send a distress signal to the New Order, the Jutraalian Empire, and the Hapes Consortium, requesting immediate assistance within the Mestra System. Inform them of the standing Abolisher Field. They cannot hyperspace into an Asteroid Belt anyway.... It would be suicide. The Galactic Death Initiative is at it again...."

Nelix sat down, looking at Myn Winger as he did, a look of pure evil smeared across his face. His eyes almost seem to glow red, as Alexander lifts a small object from the other side of the command bridge, and slams it against the floor. The power of Levitation, the first thing he had learned from Darth Zeta, was the one power he liked most.

"I'm afraid, Mister Winger.... Your mining ships have been destroyed in a Galactic Defense Initiative Abolisher Field..... Destroyed in the name of Galactic Peace....."

The Fleet slowed to a crawl, easing into the Asteroid Belt. Abolsher fields seemed meaningless. Who, in their right mind would exit hyperspace in an Asteroid Belt of this Magnitude?

"Shields up, Weapons armed, Admiral."

Nelix smiled as th efleet eased deeper into the Mestra System.

Raymond Mosses

18 9:30pm 09/11/02

Vice Admiral Mosses stood at the forward viewport of the Hand Of Fearson looking out at the fleet massed before him.
He had just returned from his mission at Af'El and received the promotion to Vice Admiral. He assigned the fleet various orders and broke a group from the sixth fleet as his personal Task force which he named Special task force Fearson's Vengeance. As the various vessels went about there orders and tasks he prepared his task force for a patrol mission to test the cohesion of the vessels and commanders he had chosen.

" Admiral Mosses taskforce is formed up on us and awaiting orders . "

He turned to look at the Operations officer to his right.

"Very well Commander order all ships to go to hyperspace."

"Yes sir."

The Operations officer walked to the communications section and had the message sent to the eight other vessels in the Fearson's Vengeance group. Mosses stood staring out at space as the deck below him increased in vibration. Within seconds the Dark star filled sky before him turned into the warped starlines of hyperspace.

The Fearsons vengeance Task Force was to make three short jumps to asses the fleet formation jumping ability. On the second stop a communications officer received a transmission .Captain Trebar had entered the Bridge at this time . He had been in the hanger meeting the last of the ships new crew before its departure.

" Captain I am picking up a request for help from the Trade Federation."

Captain Trebar Walked to the Communications section.

" Let me see Lieutenant."

He looked over the transmission and began to walk to the forward view port where Mosses like to stand and look out into space. He had told Captain Trebar that it relaxed him .

" Admiral We have intercepted a transmission from the trade federation forces requesting help."

Mosses turned and took the data pad from Captain Trebar's hands and began looking over it.

" Captain Trebar set a course for the Mestra Sector at once. We will aid the Trade federation in this matter."

Raymond Mosses

19 11:15pm 09/11/02

Mosses stood And watched the lines of hyperspace. He turned to face the Captain.

" Captain I want us to be invisible. Bring us in outside there sensor range. Transfer weapons power to shields and tractor beams I want to hide in the dense part of the belt and access the situation."

"Yes Admiral."

Mosses watched as the Task force reverted into real space 500,000 Km from the Trade federation vessels location.

"Keep us behind there asteroids captain I don't want to be seen. ETA to the target zone."

" one hour ten minutes sir."

" If the trade federation seems like they are in trouble we will speed up our assent . I want 6 Tie Defender Squadrons deployed . I want the to Search every inch of this Asteroid belt . I don't want anything coming back to haunt us once we are engaged in battle. And have them stay out of sight. Run with lights off and use the rocks as cover."

"Yes Admiral."

The captain went to the operations station and began relaying Admiral Mosses orders. Mosses stood looking at a large moon sized asteroid which his fleet had hidden behind.

" Captain can we push this with the tractor beams?"

" I am not sure Admiral . it is moving somewhat now I believe if we increased the power to about 130 percent we could but it may burn out the beam projectors."

"Lets try Captain. If the projectors start to go out just decreases the power to a safe level . Have the two Imperial class destroyers to come up beside us and cover out side and aft shields from asteroids with there beams ."

" Yes Admiral."

Mosses stood once again looking out the viewport.

" let see what the Trade federation has gotten themselves into ."

Raymond Mosses

20 5:28am 15/11/02

Mosses slowly eased his command ship in using the massive asteroids as cover. As he neared the edge of the field and the open spot where the vessels were routing the trade federation he brought his vessel to a halt and then released the asteroid which he had been pushing. The mass of the Asteroid had strained his tractor beams and many would have to be repaired before they could be used again.

"Hold here Captain I want the report from the fighters before I move in"

"Yes Admiral."

Mosses stood at the head of the bridge looking out the view port, waiting to hear from the fighters.

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