Star Wars VRMMO: Galactic Expedition

(Another shortish chapter. Busy on my vacation. Longer chapters will come next week.)

Aboard the Federation command ship, an arachnid humanoid was standing before a communication screen.

Dooku looked at the arachnid with contempt. "Admiral Trench, I have learned that Obi Wan Kenobi was coming to rescue Senator Organa. You must stop him."

Trench nodded and made his clicking noise. "Such a novice will be no challenge to me. I ȧssure you that we will soon apprehend the senator."

Suddenly the scanners started beeping. A droid walked over. "Admiral, four republic ships are about to drop out of hyperspace."

Trench nodded and turned to Dooku. "If you'll excuse me, my lord, I must take care of these Jedi."

Dooku ended the call without hesitation. Trench turned to the window just in time to see four venators drop out of hyperspace. "Have our remaining ships jump behind them. Let's show these Jedi that we are not to be trifled with." He made his clicking noise again.

The battle had begun, turbolasers were firing all over the place.

Trench smirked and clicked again as he pressed a buŧŧon on his command chair. "Let's see how they handle the vulture droids."

As he pressed the buŧŧon, the remaining 6 CIS frigates arrived in high orbit. They were behind the four republic venators and opened fire. They also deployed their vulture droids.

The scanner started beeping again. Trench sighed. "What is it now?"

The droid looked a bit scared. "Uhhhh, 18 more republic signatures are about to drop out of hyperspace."

Trench scoffed. "All within… wait, how many did you say?"

The droid cowered. "Uhhh, 18."

Trench clicked loudly as he slammed his arm on his chair. "This is not good. I was not expecting this. They have successfully countered my trap. Inform General Whorm that he will have company soon.."

The droid nodded. "Roger roger."

Suddenly a communication request came through. Trench sighed as he accepted the call. A cowboy popped up in the hologram. "Admiral Trench, it's a pŀėȧsurė to make your acquaintance."

Trench scoffed. "Who are you?"

Mcree smirked. "I am Admiral Mcree of Limitless. I thought I would at least introduce myself before I shit on your party."

Trench nearly choked. "It is too soon to decide the victor. Only time will tell us who is the better admiral." He hung up the call before barking out orders angrily. "Jump to hyperspace. We must regroup with reinforcements.

-GE-

Tyler called Mcree from his ċȯċkpit. "Is everything in place?"

Mcree nodded. "I am about to send the order over the Obi Wan's fleet for them to deploy all fighters."

Tyler smiled. "I'll be heading out then." He hung up and then swapped over to his squad comms. He would be leading a squadron of fighters into the naval battle. Kai, Obi Wan, and Anakin would also each be leading a squad while Mcree conducted everything from the Bridge of the High Noon. The remaining squads of clone pilots would be led by Limitless Navy Lieutenants.

Over the years, Limitless had organized its combat forces similar to an army. They had three divisions: Army, Navy, and Marines. The Army was focused on ground based combat and aerial combat within the atmosphere. The Navy handled battles in space and deployed the other two divisions. The Marines were special forces. They were well rounded, elite players that stood above the rest. They were capable of piloting and shooting. Most of the guild's Jedi were in the Limitless Marine Corp.

Tyler pressed the comms buŧŧon on his control panel. "Boys, let's move out. Captain, let's take attendance once we leave the hangar."

The pilot captain replied. "Yes, sir." About 20 seconds later, they were out of the hangar. "Sound off, boys. Purple 1, checking in."

The clones sounded off one by one. "Purple 2." "Purple 3." … "Purple 15." "Purple 16"

Tyler Actis interceptor was at point with the 12 headhunters and 4 bombers behind him. "Let's do this shit."

He looked forward as a wall of vultures approached. "May the force be with you all. OPEN FIRE!"

They remained in formation while carrying out evasive maneuvers to avoid crashing into the vulture droids. Scores of enemy droids were blown up during their pass. Rather than turning back to thin out the horde approaching vulture droid storm, they kept moving forward.

They had a job to do with the bombers afterall. Their role was to escort them up close and personal with the CIS frigates. Each Jedi had the role of taking out the weak point in the blockade while the venators took care of the reinforcements.

The captain's voice came over comms. "Sir, we have 3 bogeys on our tail. They don't seem to be droids."

Tyler sighed. "Purple 2 and 3, break off with me and tri up behind them. We can not let them touch our bombers."

The two pilots responded in unison. "Yes, sir."

Tyler pulled up and looped around behind the chasing ships. He looked at their information as he went.

*Geo, 35 years, Sith Acolyte*

*Level 72*

*Unknown*

*Sirius, 28 years, Gunner*

*Level 68*

*Unknown*

*Level 70*

*Unknown*

Tyler smirked. 'Well, I guess this is a free level for me. My fighter is much better than his. The clones can handle the other two.'

He then pressed comms. "I will handle the point, you guys focus on the other two."

Purple 2 responded. "Yes, sir."

Suddenly, the two trailing enemy fighters split off in opposite directions. The clones followed them.

Tyler grinned. 'It's just you and me, shitstain,'

Tyler pulled the trigger. His rapid fire laser cannons fired at the Sith. The enemy immediately began rolling and moving in seemingly random directions. The Sith was using the force to guide him around the blaster fire. One of the bolts hit the wing of the fighter and a trail of smoke followed the fighter. With that, its mobility was slightly reduced and made hitting it even easier.

Tyler decided to end it quickly to support the clones. He locked onto the fighter and launched 4 tracking missiles. They scattered and then gave chase to the Sith fighter. He pulled up in an effort to dodge the missiles but Tyler was ready for this. He aimed his blasters into the path of the fighter. Several shots connected and the enemy fighter exploded.

Tyler smirked and activated his comm. "Who needs help?"

Purple 3 responded. "Sir, we have taken care of the fighters. Let's form back up with the escort."

Tyler smiled. "Good job, boys."

They pushed forward their throttles and sped to get in front of the escort. They were back in position just in time to attack their ȧssigned frigates. There were two that they had to target. The fighters would barrage the bridges with blaster fire while the bombers would ȧssault the fuselage and engines. Once the frigates were dead in space, they would be easy pickings for the venators and their turbolasers.

A few minutes later, they were escorting the bombers back to the venators as their job was done. As they were flying away, a wall of turbolaser fire hit the 8 frigates that were crippled by the bombers. Each of the four Jedi led squadrons did their job perfectly.

Anakin came over comms. "How many vultures did you take out?"

Tyler laughed. "Anakin, if this is a competition, I take the cake. I took out a Sith pilot on top of about 15 vultures."

Anakin pouted and mumbled. "I took out 23 vultures."

Tyler then opened up to the channel that covered all of their squads. "As we approach the cruisers, we will turn around. We need to escort the gunships to the surface to clear two LZs for our transports."

An hour later, Tyler, Kai, Obi Wan, and Anakin were waiting on the ground. They were watching an acclamator land in front of them. It was carrying tons of ground hardware and thousands of troops.

As soon as the ramp came down, 4 juggernauts and 8 walkers pulled down followed by thousands of clones.

Tyler turned to Obi Wan. "You ready?"

Obi Wan sighed. "Still hard to believe that we are at war. Hopefully this doesn't go on for too long."

Tyler raised his brow. "Why is that? Are you jealous of Anakin or something? I wouldn't be surprised if you had a certain Duchess waiting for you, master jedi."

Obi Wan choked and blushed. "Shut up."

Tyler raised his hands. "Okay, okay! Let's kill some droids."

Tyler nodded and gestured to the three clone officers standing before them. "Indeed. Enough talk, I believe that the troops are ready. At ease, boys. Is everything ready?"

Commander Cody stepped forward. "Yes, sir. We are currently stationed at the main avenue. Personnel are currently being transported to the other areas of approach. We are also sending commando units to clear the side streets and alleyways ahead of our heavy vehicles."

Tyler nodded in approval. "Great work, Cody. If it is as you say, let's move." He turned to Obi Wan and Anakin. "We will walk out front. You guys cool with that?"

Obi Wan nodded. "That is the best course of action."

Within a few minutes, they were advancing down the streets.

Anakin turned to Obi Wan. "It is a bit too quiet for an occupied city, master, don't you think?"

Obi Wan nodded. "Indeed, Anakin. I…"

He was cut off by a clone yelling through comms. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS! THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM! AHHH…"

Tyler scoffed. "You just had to say something, didn't you."

Anakin shook his head and waved his hands. "Nonono, do not turn this on me. UGHH! I knew I had a bad feeling about this!"

Rex walked over. "Sir, we have lost contact with the other groups as well. What are your orders?"

Tyler sighed. "Let's keep moving. We can call for reinforcements on the way."

Rex raised his arm and pointed his fingers forwards before waving his hand a few times. "Let's move boys."

They continued moving down the streets. It remained suspiciously quiet. Suddenly, one of the juggernauts blew up and droids flooded out of the buildings on either side of them.

Obi Wan grimaced. "AMBUSH!"