The Rebel Faction

Making Things Work
GDI Training

Eriadu. Once the base of Operations for Grand Moff Tarkin and the capitol of his territories, this polluted factory planet is also a governmental hub in the outer rim, the centre of the many spokes of some gigantic cosmic wheel.

It was here that the newest officer of the Galactic Defence Initiative’s navy. Above the polluted surface of the former capitol, a fleet of warships is arrayed for battle. On the bridge of the Task Force Slayer flagship Majestic, Tam Satare looks out at the ‘enemy’.

On the other side of the arena, a man stands on the bridge of the flagship of Task Force Sentinel. Unbeknownst to the commander of Slayer Group, the group’s commanding officer is none other than Supreme Commander Dxun Isstal, Commander-in-Chief of the Galactic Defence Initiative. The Supreme Commander smiled and keyed a voice-only link to the Majestic.
“Vice-Admiral, welcome to Eriadu. The games are on. Happy hunting.” He cut off the transmission and turned to the crew.
“Helm, take us forward at half speed, Vulcan Head formation. Launch starfighters in a protective screen.” The ship’s lighting dimmed before coming back to combat lighting, and the general alert sounded across the task force.

The Supreme Commander smiled slighty. The claw formation was effective in most battles... but not against the likes of a man like Isstal.

"Tactical," he said almost casually, "Reverse formation and go to Omega 001. Execute on my mark," he casually waited until the opposing fleet was merly ten kilometres out. "Mark."

"Tactical, bring the Carracks forward of the main force and engage the enemy fighter screen. Wing Commander, keep for ships behind the Carracks and prepare to mop up and survivours." He swivelled his command chair.
"Bring us about 90 degrees, instruct the other ships to do likewise." He smiled. Time to play.

(Omega Signal is the general order for battle... I've been meaning to put a list up and such as well... :lol)

"Sir, the fighters are breaking off. Course baring zero-zero-nine and closing." Isstal nodded and watched the end of the claw come together to form almost a lollypop shape.
"Reverse thrust on those Carracks for twenty seconds then have them approach the enemy fleet at maximum speed, scatter pattern. Send forward the two more to cover them."
The Supreme Commander watched the numbers on the console scroll down to zero. "All batteries, open fire." he said calmly.

He smiled at the expected manouver.
"Wing Commander, regroup your forces in Holding Sector Alpha. Tactical, you may commence."

And as the opposing starfighters chased the ships, a trio of Carrack Cruisers darted in, their heavy laser cannons filling the space behind the retreating starfighters with laser fire.

"Wing Commaner, you've got the green."

"Sir, the-" Isstal nodded and smiled.
"I realize that, Captain, thank you. Tactical, break off the Carrack assault and bring them up and over. "Have the Vics target the enemy command ship," he turned. "Helm bring us around and take us into the middle of that formation, arrowhead formation."

Before the enemy fleet could respond, the Carracks were clear, their remarkable speed pushing them out of the trap and around to the flanks of the incoming flaggroup, where the bigger ships' guns would cover them. Even as this happened-

"Wing Commander, you are clear to pursue. Keep the pressure up." And with their starfighter force in disarray, Isstal's ships tore into them like a pack of wild savages.