"Emergence!" the Navigational officer cried as the ships dropped out of hyperspace a few hundred miles from the planet Bracca. Already scattered in orbit were the dozen Munificent frigates jamming every detectable comm channel. Each of them had immediately launched their fighters.

Everyone's eyes went to the scanner and alerts started going off the imperials were here and there are only handful of them.

"What kind of opposition are we facing sensors?!" Greg called out looking into the pit below the catwalk at the officer in question.

"We are reading the transponders for three Nebulon frigates, a single Quasar, four Arquentens cruisers, and seven Gozanti's.." another alert interrupted her"... Their launching fighters detecting sixty fighters and thirty-five bombers. Looks like twenty of those fighters are Nimbus-class, the rest are Ties."

Nodding "Launch half our fighters and move the 70s forward right behind them once the skies are clear we will cycle the fighters and launch our bombers taking them out one by one." he taps the fleet display highlighting the carrier and the three frigates "these however will be our boarding targets boarding craft focus on the frigates and gunships will handle the carrier."

Hearing a flurry of "Yes Sir's" Greg turned back to see almost two dozen fighters being launched and forming up right behind them in four wedge formations the 70s the Ties however came en mass keeping the bombers in the middle surrounded by a cloud of fighters.

Greg Turned to the weapons officer "lock missile torpedos on the Gozanti's and fire." he said turning to the navigator "Signal the cruisers to follow the 70s in. The Allegiance and the Lucrehulks will follow them in."

Greg watched as the cloud of FIghters slammed into each other the first wave of fighters were droid craft from the Lucrehulks. Greg snarled as he saw the first of the fifteen Tri fighters rip into the unshielded Ties using nothing but their single medium laser cannon in their first pass the droid fighters racked up a impressive twenty eight fighters including three nimbus fighters and eight bombers.

The Allegiance fired the first salvo from the proton torpedos and the smart warheads dived down screaming under the furball of fighters less then a hundred feet above them zooming in on the closest three escort carriers and slammed into the belly sheilds before breaking through and slamming into the lightly armored belly causing two of them to crack open spewing atmosphere debris and crew into the void. The last heavily damaged lost all power and continued moving forward under the residual inertia.

Internally Greg whooped in their first pass they wiped a third of the imperial fighters and half of the Gozantis out however at the same time in the middle of the Tris Hi-G turn that would of made any person implode the first of the Arquentens got into range and speared two of them into debris before the speedy droid ships accelerated out of range back towards the mass of fighters trying to reorganize.

At the same time the Dornean CR70s got into range of the incoming fighters targeting anything their dual turrets locked on too and a dozen Tie fighters and four Nimbus their weak shields unable to defend from the powerful blast exploded into short lived galaxies. The Ties gave up and went into a furball every pilot for themselves. Greg watched as the Ties struggle to get a droid ships into their crosshairs with nearly no chance as the Arquentens entered range the 70s were forced to change targets and focus all of their firepower on a single cruiser at a time.

The capital ships close enough now Greg saw looked to the operations officer "launch all boarding craft. And assault gunships" the Acclamators pushed forward above and below the 70s adding their firepower to the maelstrom.

"Yes sir" the man replied typing into his terminal as greg waited. the 70s got their first kill as a Arquentens exploded into three chucks just as the six boarding craft dropped free and sped towards their respective targets, Greg's vision was brought back to the ever decreasing furball out of the fifteen Tri fighters they had launched four had….five greg corrected his thoughts as a out of control Nimbus rammed either intentionally or by sheer luck a Tri by this point the only fighters that were left were three Nimbus running for their lives towards the carrier,

The surviving ten Tri fighters turned their attention towards the only un damnaged Arquentens and screamed towards it even as the mass of 70s were busy pouring a torent of laser fire into the other pair of cruisers just as the pair of Acclamator's got into range and opened fire with their dozens of laser cannons on the third salvo the pair of cruisers shields failed and they broke apart under the hammer blows of the Dornean ships.

Alerts drew his attention back to the frigates as the boarding craft slammed their armor piercing prongs through the ships armor and disgorged their belly full of Super battle droids and Droidicas they had literally been stacked on top of eachother inside tripling the normal twelve battle droids, as Greg watched the four LAAT gunships carrying twenty five supers and four droidekas each touched down moments after the surviving V wings came to rest.

Greg watched the droid forces quickly spread throughout the frigates and carrier gunning down any imperial that raised a weapon. It took less then ten minutes before the frigates were completely under droid control with nearly a hundred imperial prisoners aboard the carrier took three minutes longer to fall under Dornea control with less then fifty survivors with the three V wings refueled and crewed by droids they launched to form up with the other fighters heading towards the planet.

"The space battle is ours amazing job people load your transports and launch the second wave of fighters we need to scan the planet and take any ship that can fly and jump." Greg congratulated the fleet.

"Can we punch a short ranged message to those last four Gozanti?" Greg asked the communications officer

"Yes sir if we have one of the captured V wings get close enough we can bounce a message off them." came the reply,

"Make it happen Lieutenant have the Tri fighters escort them in and inform the crews of those Gozanti to surrender or die."

Turns out Greg didn't have anything to worry about as a reply to the ultimatum came immediately after all four agreed to surrender. A Nu assault shuttle transfer later and the Gozanti's transponders shifted to the oceanic blue of Dornean controlled.

"The orbits are ours congratulations people now follow the Allegiance planetside we must grab everything we can the empire will never allow us this opportunity again." Greg announced to the fleet as they fell into a low orbit the fighters and corvettes entered the atmosphere targeting every hover barge and viper probe droid they caught sight of.

And right behind the fighters bombers and corvettes came hundreds of dropships, freighters all of them moving to drop droid troops all over the world,