Star Wars: The United Terran Federation
Chapter 9: The Battle of Kontos System
35 BBY / June 2056
Task force Freedom First
Martin class Frigate: TFS Apollo
POV (Commodore Christopher "Gambler" Gamble)
'This is a dumb plan.' thought the recently promoted Commodore Christopher "Gambler" Gamble.
After his great work with the first contact with the republic and his previous record, he had received a promotion just a week before Operation Count Pirate.
When he heard of the attack on the planet of Duntose, he was one of the first people to demand a response. However, when he heard of Admiral Louis Claude's grand plan, he nearly did a complete backflip in his thinking.
The grand plan in his opinion, was very poorly planned out and was destined to fail in his opinion.
He even brought up his concerns to Admiral Louis, and that arrogant ass decided that since he questioned him about if the plan was any good, that he would come with him and command the reserve group of ships.
His force consisted of Three Martin class Frigates and Harmony Heavy cargo carriers. Then after entering the system, his combat force strength was increased by one badly damaged Carrack-class light cruiser and two damaged CR70 Corvettes. A seemingly pitiful force comparison to the first combat group.
Not that he was complaining, he was glad to finally be able to command a task force, no matter how small it was.
However, he still wasn't happy with his assignment of being the protection of the carrier, however he understood the importance of the job and didn't complain.
But after thinking about it, he was able to work much more freely with his force formation and combat strategy without the nagging of the admiral.
After discussing with his fellow commodore from the TDF, he had decided to position his ships so the two carriers could be in the center of the formation while the rest of his ships would be a diamond formation.
Just as the young commodore was just starting to enjoy his third cup of black coffee when he asked, "What is the status of the enemy fleet?"
One of his officers replied to him, "No new reports from the first tasks force about the enemy, sir."
The Canadian man sighted in annoyance, for the last two hours they had no word on where the enemy was and because of that, they could for all he knew could literally pop out of nowhere and attack.
'I'm going to have a headache after this.' thought the commodore, thinking about the stupidity of the mission so far. 'It's like I'm in an old cartoon.'
As he was just shaking his head with annoyance, an alert began to blare with red lights flashing everywhere. At that moment, the entirety of the bridge erupted into overdrive to find out what was happening.
As the Commander of the Apollo, his head scanned back and forth, from left to right, faster than faster than a fan blade spinning, just to see and find out what the hell was happening.
Soon his frustration got the better of him and yell, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, GIVE ME A REPORT DAMN IT!"
Everyone freezes, both in fear and surprise of their commanding officer. It was only a few moments later that he got any response.
"Sir, enemy fleet consisting of four Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser, three Carrack-class light cruiser, and with around 15 corvettes along with a minimal fighter escort has just left the asteroid field and are heading towards us at full speed, ETA 45 minutes until they enter weapons range of us."
"What happened to the first battle group?"
"Sir, we have just received a communication from the Nero, they have destroyed the enemy ships that they were pursuing, however they were attacked by a large fighter force and took damage. The Admiral got hurt and is currently in sickbay on the Nero. Sir, you're in command of the fleet."
'Shit, I never thought my first battlefield command would be just thrown at me like this,' Thought the newly appointed Fleet commander, 'Now is not the time Chris, remember what your instructor said, analyze the battlefield and prepare the best strategy, be it retreat or fight.'
"What's the enemy fleet formation?" Questioned the Canadian Fleet Commander.
"Sir, their force in a line formation, four Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser and three Carrack-class light cruisers in one straight line, side by side while the corvettes are spread around with their fighters to provide support."
"Speed?" "2000 G sir, seems that they are charging at full acceleration."
Considering all the information at hand he begins to think.
'I'm out numbered, out gun, the TDF ships are too damaged to do anything to help, and while I do hold a range advantage, they would simply just close the distance, while my frigates could only do a Maximum acceleration of 3000 G's...'
He suddenly slapped the side of his head as he just realized the perfect plan that was right in front of him.
"Send a message to Commodore James, have him move his ships along with the two Harmony Heavy cargo careers and have them set courser to the other side of the system and send a message to Nero, order them to rendezvous with Commodore James ships."
A moment later he continues giving out orders, "Also, get the FS-25 fighter squadron launched and form up to support us, and have them armed with half-light and medium missiles."
"What about us, sir?" asked a young blond man, who was his second in command.
The famous gambler of the academy turned to the young man and replied. "Where going to attack them and blow them out of the sky with shells and missiles."
35 BBY / June 2056
Capital City, Vrego
Planet Duntose, Kontos System
Vrego, the Crowning jewel of the lush Terran garden world of Duntoes. With its majestic skyscrapers to hold the majority of the city's population, malls and stores to provide all the material needs for the people be it rings for engagements or clothes for little kids, restaurants to feed the people in simple everyday luxury and large, lush parks for everyone to enjoy.
The city was truly a beautiful place to live in.
Or at least it was.
Like before three days ago, before it happened.
The invasion of Duntose.
Now while most of the city was relatively intact, like in the center of the city was nearly completely untouched, the farther edges of the city however could be not the same.
Hell, the outskirts were truly a full out warzone.
Most buildings in the outskirts of the city were either empty husks of their former selves or were just rubble, roads that were full of life were now torn up and destroyed, making any travel on them difficult.
Cars that once drove through whole neighborhoods were now smashed and stacked into barricades along the streets as the once clean and green defenders held on to their positions with Blood, Sweat and Tears against a mercenary army.
Behind the Terran front line were the medical stations. These stations heal the many wounded from the few days of fighting these invaders. Moans and groans could be heard as many injured soldier and militia forces rested and were taken care of by medics and civilian doctors.
Farther into the city, within the city hall was the nerve center of the entire Terran defense of Vrego. Within a room in the command center, sat in a seat was Major Oliver Churchill. And within his hands was possibly the most important thing he could get at the moment during this dire situation.
A drink of water and some Tylenol for the massive headache he was getting.
This had been the second day that he had been in command of the defense, and he had been surprised by just how many mishaps and problems there had been for the last three days they had been fighting.
On the First day, they had hammered the enemy from the air with the F-35 squadron when they had landed on the ground, launched probing attacks and artillery attacks you name it.
They had been so pummeled that the general had thought they might have just surrendered, that was until he was gifted the wonderful prize of a blaster bolt between the eyes when he got too close to the front lines.
It didn't really matter in the long term, everyone from the soldiers to officers thought the man was truly a stupid idiot. The only this his death did was letting them know that there were snipers in the area.
It was the second day that really screwed everyone over.
It had started out with a mortar barge across the outskirts of the city, shells kept landing everywhere, almost like they wanted to clear everything last thing from every last bug to the kitchen sink.
After a whole eight hours of hell falling upon the defenders, it stopped. And from the fog of the explosions, a large mercenary army came marching forward, ready to kill anything, even a little bug.
Farther and farther they went, moving in close order, scanning every nook and cranny for life. They kept moving deeper and deeper into the city, and as they went, they were more and more convinced that by the time they reach the center of the city, they probably wouldn't even need to fire anyone. Meaning an easy job for them.
Unmorally for them, they didn't expect one thing from the Terrans.
Their underground bunkers.
Just as they were passing a large pile of vehicles, forcing them to bunch up closer, they suddenly hear a quick tapping sound of something that just hit the ground.
Then KA-BOOOOOM.
A grenade went off in the front of the main body of mercenaries, killing a few and giving a warning to them that they had just walked into a trap.
Too bad for them, the warning came too late as they heard the words.
"OPEN FIRE!"
Within moments, hundreds of bullets were sent down range with fury upon the mercenary's killing many of them.
However, caught with their pants down, the mercenaries ran away so fast that they kicked up a literal dust storm behind them as if it was from an old fashion cartoon.
In the entirety of the outskirts fighting only lasted no more than half-hour.
After the shooting stopped, the Terran Defenders started to laugh like madmen, as their opponents ran away like chickens with the heads cut off.
Then afterwards, the day continued with the mercenary's launching mortar barrage both on the city and the local airfield then with the Terrans Countering with artillery, probing attacks and air strikes, holding air support with the many AA positions across the whole city.
The day, it seemed, that there was no way the day could go wrong.
However, when night came, it all went to shit.
It seemed that the fighting came to an end when nighttime fell, a thought that was misplaced in the Terran minds.
At the stroke of midnight, they hit.
Fifty warriors with heavy blue painted metal armor came flying through the air, blasters blazing at anything that moved and using missiles on any fortified position or large grouping of troops from their jetpacks. The defenders where surprised and caught off guard, but soon responded with a wall of bullets.
However, a problem arose.
The Armor that their enemy wore stopped almost anything from penetrating through, forcing the Terrans to forces their fire on the joints on the armor, just to injure them.
The defenders did have one good saving grace.
The good old .50 Cal.
Within moments, three .50 Cals opened up, peppering anything that was moving and not in cover in holes, almost instantly killing anyone who got hit from these deadly weapons.
These armor warriors soon did a tactical retreat, only losing 27 out of the 50 that was a part of the commando attack at the airfield.
However, they completed their mission and more.
The airfield was out of commission, the F-35 squadron was destroyed and at the end of the airfield because of a stray missile was a destroyed warehouse.
Within that destroyed building, was around 75% of all of their ammo and weapons the Terran Military had on Duntose.
Apparently, they hadn't been moved, because the now dead General thought they didn't have the vehicles to move most of it to the city. And they had got most of it from almost two weeks ago before the invasion.
Now today, it got even worse.
Like yesterday, they started off with a mortar barge across the outskirts of the city, then they advanced into the city once again.
However, this time they brought tanks.
While they do have a few APC, they didn't have anything else for amour vehicles. Meaning that the only way to take them out would be with some rockets.
That wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't for the fact that most of the launchers and ammo were in the warehouse that was destroyed the night before.
Just before any more bad news could reach the Major, one of his subordinates walked up to him and gave him a message.
"Sir, we just received word, Admiral Louis Claude has just arrived in system with a combat task force, and we should be reserving ground support sometime today."
When these words were spoken, ever last soldier in the building breath a sigh in relief. Soon help would arrive.
The Major was the only one in the room that didn't breathe a sigh in relief, as he soon explained why.
"Don't get your hopes up just yet lads, they're going to be hitting us with everything they got now in order to get the civilians as hostages. Meaning it's still going to get worse before it gets better. So, get ready for a fight."
As the men started to move around and relay orders to the troops on the front, the Scottish major could only think of one thing.
'What I wouldn't do for a bottle of Scotch right now.' Thought the Scotchman, taking a sip of water before getting back to the battle at hand.
In the Kontos System
Pirate Fleet
Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser: Rich Spoils
Onboard the Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser Rich Spoils, Dainn Purg was a very happy pirate.
For the last few weeks, his men had been raiding the Corellian Engineering Corporation ships in the frontier of know space for almost a month. They had plunder and stole from these corporate fools and had amassed a small fortune, and he had plans to continue to do so until he could possibly buy a moon or something.
That was until the Terrans decided to get involved.
At first, he didn't even know what a Terran was, but it didn't take him long to start to hate them.
At First, they only became a small nuisance, only bring his annual profit down just a little.
However, it didn't take long for the plunder they had earned vanished into the deep darkness of space.
They had been blowing up his ships faster than he could get crews for them, and his men were getting mad that they were starting to lose their pay and were voicing their discontent. Even his Financial backers were getting annoyed that they weren't getting as much money from the plunder CEC ships as they once were getting.
Since his bakers were getting more restless, and the same would be said about his crew, he had to devise a plan soon or he could be given a very long trip out a short airlock.
And with approval of his Financial backers of the Trade Federation (who wanted to cripple, then buy out the CEC), Nikto created a simple plan.
Hold the Terran people on the one planet that was doing the most trading with a CEC and hold them for ransom.
After 'acquiring' a few more ships to fleet – mostly manned by Trade Federation own battle droids and hiring a small mercenary army with some Mandalorian super commandos from Death Watch he hit the Terrans with a built-up vengeance.
Now his grand Fleet was now advancing upon the Terrans support force, he would be able to prevent the Terrans to bring support to the defenders that were on the planet farther within the system once that Terran force was destroyed.
However, they did something he didn't quite expect.
A small group of three ships were coming at him at full speed.
They were the original escorts of the two cargo ships that were now running away with the remain of the local defense forces to another side of the system.
He wasn't worried about what would happen, since he outnumbered them with a fleet seven time greater than his enemy. Because in the end, however, the most ships and firepower will always win in a battle. Right?
One of his new battle droids that served to coordinate the ships coms began to speak in it dumb and annoying, high pitch robotic voice.
"Sir, the lead Terran ship is trying to establish communications with us. Should we respond?"
The nasty pirate smiled with a face not even a mother could love. "Sure, why not. Let's hear them plead for their lives."
A few moments later, an image of his opponent appeared on his holo table.
In Front of him appeared a Terran naval officer. An unnerving, young, cold face boy in his opinion staring him down with knife like eyes.
The arrogant pirate soon began to speak to the young Terran.
"Terran ships, this is Captain Dainn Purg of the Rich Spoils. I suggest you stand down immediately and surrender and allow my men to come aboard and take possession of your ships. If you dare to resist, you will be either boarded and killed or just simply destroyed."
The Terran soon replied to the Nikto captain with strength and power in his words.
"I'm Commodore Christopher Gamble of the TFS Apollo, Captain Dainn Purg. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to refuse your offer because I have a counteroffer for you and your men."
The Nikto man cracked a smile before asking in a sniping tone, "And what offering, boy?"
The Terran Officer soon answered the pirate's question.
"Your ships are going to power down all of your systems while my troops secure your ships and arrest everyone for piracy."
Before the Terran could continue, the pirate laughs at the Terran along with his entire part of his organic crew.
"So, kiddy boy? What will Gona do if we don't agree to your counteroffer?"
The Terran surprisingly ignored him and ordered his ships to make a 90 degree turn to port.
The pirate, becoming anger with being ignored raises his voice and demands, "What are you going to do if we don't surrender, you dumb shi* ?!"
The Terran Commodore responded to the man's demands by asking, "Captain Dainn Purg, I'm going to ask you one last time, will you surrender or not?"
"I'm insulted that you would think I, the great pirate Daimn Purg would surrender to some backwater race. Ha, I laugh at that."
"Then I take it that you won't surrender?"
"Yes, we won't surrender your incompetent fool, did your mother drop you on your head when you were born?"
"I can only say one thing to your response."
Wondering what the last words of the Terran man was, he asked, "What might that be?"
The Terran takes a good look at the pirate and states a command, not to the Nikto but his own crew and the ships under his command.
"All batteries commence firing." Then the Holo call ended, alarms started to blare and his whole ship rattled around as it was hit.
"Report."
"The Terrans have opened fire on us, shields down to 83%."
"I can see that, return fire."
"We can't, we're not in range."
"Then get us in range."
As the Rich Spoils rattled around once more, the pirate fleet began to chase the Terran ships. However, they weren't going on the Terran ships, the gap between the two fleets slowly became larger and larger.
As his ship rattled around again, he looked to one of his droids and asked in a demanding tone of voice, "Why aren't we getting closer into range?"
The droid quickly replied "Sir, the enemy ships are just slightly faster than us and we can't get into range."
Remembering about his corvette force he then orders them and his fighter force to attack and damage his opponent's ships engines so that he can finish them off.
As the force of corvettes and fighters charged the three ships, unknown to him, he had just sent then all to their deaths.
Task force Freedom First
Martin class Frigate: TFS Apollo
POV (Commodore Christopher "Gambler" Gamble)
"They did it sir, they sending all of the fighters and corvettes to engage us just like you predicted."
Now his plan at the offset didn't seem very good, even to the Canadian Commodore, but it was the best that he could come up with at the time.
The plan was simple, maintain his faster ships at maximum range and attack the main combat ships like the Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser and the Carrack-class light cruiser in an even fashion without concentrating their fire power on a few primary targets. By doing this, his opponent will only have three options.
Option one, they will send their Corvettes and fighters in order to attack their engines so the main combat ships can engage them.
Option two, retreat either farther into the system and risk being picked off from a distance or retreat into hyperspace, losing all of the ground forces and it will ruin the pirate captain's reputation.
Option three, half try to attack his ships while the rest pull back to set up a trap. While probably the best plan out of the three at first, in reality it was a very bad plan. While the force attacking would be fired upon with concentrated fire and destroyed very fast, after they are destroyed, the Terran ships would just go after the retreating before they could set up any kind of ambush.
So, he was very happy when they chose the first option.
"Enemy Corvettes and fighters are 3,000 km and closing."
"Make sure that Lieutenant Jason squadron starts their attack run as soon as they start firing and keep firing our point defense system at their fighters."
2,000 km, 1,800 km, 1,600 km the corvettes get closer and closer while the fighters slowly get picked off. 12, 10, 8, 5, 3 fighters remain just as the corvettes just reach 1,000 km away from the three Terran ships.
"Lauch sinner missiles."
From each of the three ships, six sinner missiles with nuclear warheads launch towards the 15 corvettes.
Within moments, the entirety of the pirate corvette's force is completely vaporized in a nuclear blast. However, not before they launched a few missiles of their own.
Good thing for the Terrans, they got point defense systems. Before the missiles become a threat, they get blown to bits.
While this was happing, the FS-25 fighter squadron began to make their attack run on the Dreadnoughts and the Carracks.
Just as planned.
This was how the plan was working. First, force the enemy to deploy their corvettes to attempt to attack him. Then, use the missiles to take them out. Once they were taken out, with the use of concentrated fire, they brought down their shields and let the fighters take out their engines.
After a few minutes, the remaining pirate ships were either nothing but debris or they surrendered. All aboard the crews were celebrating the victory. Definitely more than a few people were talking about getting some drinks as soon as they could.
The XO of the ship turned to the captain chair where the commodore sat and complimented him by saying, "Congratulations sir you just won your first battle."
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