"And in more local news, the Jutraalian Empire has declared that they are outlawing all ships from the LFX Industrial Corporation from their space now... it appears they are one of few in this galaxy that beleive in the tie between that Corporation and the, uh... Holy Demosthesian Empire."

"I guess they don't care much for their Bacta and Tibanna supplies, Tohm!"

"Yes indeed... seriously thought, what do you make of this Holy Demosthesian Empire thing...?"

"It's a bunch of crap, Tohm. Some mysterious woman broadcasting from a secret position threatened the Jutraalian Empire? Sounds to me like its someone on a spice high..."

"But TJE seems to be taking all the precautions in this one. We'll have more at nine-"

"Turn that crap off," Lieutenent Yun said irritably. The other man hit a button on the screen, turning it off. "All I ever heard about these days is the Holy Demosthesian Empire and their decleration of war..."

"There is no war, Yun." The other replied, pinning his rank insignia to his uniform and rolling his eyes. "Just the New Order rolling over the Mon Calamari Republic."

"Maybe if we're lucky those @#%$," Yun indicated the holoset with a jerk of his head, "have their operation set up on Mon Calamari and we won't have to hear about it any more."

They both laughed, and swore as the general alert began to blare and they ran from their room to their stations, their boots clanking on the heavy steel decking benetath them.

Both men arrived on the bridge to the stares of the other crewmembers, who had evidently been there for some time.
"Gentlemen... welcome. We're just about to arrive." The Captain said, smiling thinly.

The three ships emerged from hyperspace, the Twilight Gunships immediatly engaging their full cloaks and taking up flanking positions.

The third vessel, a Frigate of the LFX Industrial Corporation, had no cloak. She broadcast her registry codes with pride, the ensign of LFX Industrial obvious even from the relitive distance of Jutraal.

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OOC Manifest

Warrior Class Gunship Phantom
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-1
Twilight Class Stealth Gunship Silencer XP-2

There was little to see from that distance in the Jutraal system. They could make out the shapes of several ships, but then again there was no way to ID them without getting closer.

Jutraal stood peacefully however.

"Preliminary reports coming up now, Captain," Leiuteneant Yen said, scanning the sensor displays with casual ease. Yen, like many other officers aboard this ship, had almost a decade of intelligence background and covert ops roles.

He smiled.

"Jutraalian fleet is on station... small, but it packs some punch."

The Captain nodded.

"Continue scanning, then."

The two invisible warships continued their rounds, their swift sublight drives bringing them easily within spitting distance of Jutraal proper.

On the sensor boards, however, there was not a single blip. Well, aside from the metal monstrosities that were the Empire's shipyards.

"Right. What are we picking up?"

There was a pause as the sensor officer took a second look at his screen and shook his head.

"Not a thing. Just those," he indicated the shipyards.

"What about the ships we detected earlier?" The man just shook his head.

"The system is empty, Captain."

OOC

Funny...doesn't look like 72 hours to me. That post will be totally and completely disregarded.




A single message was received by all three ships over a general frequency.

"Attention Warrior-Class Gunship, you have entered Jutraalian space, lower your shields and weapons now and transmit your identification."



Ships that have been spotted in system:


2 ISDs
1 VSD
1 CRK
1 Marauder


Not Quite Spotted:

3 LFRGs
TIEs
Clawcraft

Numbers'll be added later


Activated Security Measures:

Shield Generators (Constantly Up Similarly to On Endor, only down on case by case basis)

As the ships refused to move forward they noticed then that a squadron of TIEs was already en route toward them.

Meanwhile a salvo of blue ionic blasts were coming straight at them.

(This message was left blank)

The Silencer XP-1 shuddered as the first of the ion blasts wracked across her hull. Only a few - they were not the target this afternoon. That honour fell to the larger Warrior Gunship.

"Liutenant, are Jutraalian warships firing on us?" The Captain asked, looking out the viewports as the larger ship took another blast.

"I believe they are, Captain."

There was a brief smile.

"Shields up, weapons online. Shut down all nonessential systems and boost power to the shields. They can't see us - yet - let's let them think they've got ut."

The ship shuddered as it appeared. Or rather, the cloaked dropped and revealed... nothing.

"Captain, sensors pick up a Star Destroyer, incoming vector. They're set for capture mode."

"Very good."

The ships shuddered again, more powerfully this time, as the tractor beams locked on and began to draw the Gunships into the hanger bay of the enemy craft.

"Prepare a reception party for the Jutraalians, then."

"Captain! Jutraalian troops are firing on us!"

There was a series of curses, and then, "Fire."

The last wash of ion fire had shut down half a dozen or more of the ship's systems, leaving her nearly immobilized. But the missile tubes were linked seperately, and had been defended, figurutively speaking, very well. They were, after all, the only offensive punch the ships really had.

The Gunship, inside the hanger bay of the Star Destroyer, lanced out with one bank of missiles. These warheads spread through the area, smashing bulkheads and elevators and starting a thousand fires around the bay.

Damage control teams would be quick to respond. But now there was a Gunship inside, laser turrets tracking now, if somewhat sluggishly, as alarms began to blast.

"Restart iniated. We should be back to full power in a matter of minutes."

"Very good. Make sure to point those laser cannons forward, and set them to stutter fire. That should keep the Jutraalians from attempting to get in."

Margway gasped as the missiles shot straight out from the gunships.

"Take cover!" someone yelled, and everyone - including the newly captured LFX troops - did so.

However the expected explosions came in a far more miniscule manner than originally suspected. There was one, maybe two bangs at most.

Everyone stood and looked back, seeing a large hole blown into one of the bulkheads.

The rest of the missiles had been affected by the countless ion blasts, and were officially dead.

"Well that was a failed attempt at nothing," Margway commented dryly.

"Someone get in there and get what's left!" one of the officers yelled, and the lieutenant grabbed his blaster and was off.

As soon as he got into his designated gunship - along with the others - there was nothing but constant waves of laser fire. Margway felt something burning near his neck - a laser bolt must have just grazed him.

When the cease fire call finally came they found the ship totally dead.

Three corpses belonging to the enemy, four belonging to the Jutraalian Empire.

Similar losses were in the others as well.

He clicked on his commlink.

"Margway here, we're clear."

The Captain watched in grim satisfaction as the Jutraalian soldiers fell. Not every missile had detonated, a few had fizzled out, circuits shot by the ion bombardment.

But the ones that did go off blew into the ship's hull, and the concussions they produced echoed through the bay, causing anyone outside the ship to collapse, some clutching at their eardrums that had been burst by the explosions, others unmoving.

"The racks are reloaded?" The Captain asked calmly, looking to the ship's XO.

"Aye, Captain. We've checked these ones, too. The warheads are all live."

A nod.

"And the top-side launcher, and the lasers?"

"The launcher is just coming online, the turbolasers are going through their start-up serquene now."

She nodded thougtfully.

"Fire two, then."

"Fire two, Captain."

The ship was silent a moment, and then another series of missiles shot from their racks and into the hanger bay. Two or three missiles detonated in a corner where TIE Fighter fuel cells had been stored, and the subsequent explosion rocked the Star Destroyer. The Gunship moved a little, scraping the steel floor of the hanger bay.

The heavy ordnance launcher had by now begun to track, searching for a target of note. It found it in the way of the ship's armoury, and two proton torpedoes on jets of blue flame shot across the hanger bay and detonated there, shattering that bulkhead and detonating a store of warheads that were to be loaded aboard starfighters.

"Prepare the ship for takeoff. And alert Commenor. The Jutraalians seem to have started a war."

The Twilight continued to fire, laser cannons keeping enemy soldiers pinned down, missiles detonating on an irregular basis against targets of oppertunity.