Last Stand

All over the Concord Dawn, the comms system crackled to life.

"Attention, all personnel. This is General Gaen Novar" As usual, the General's voice had enough gravel for a duracrete driveway. "As most of you already know, we are en-route to the planet of Obroa-Skai. The Mandalorians have the planet under siege. We may be a reformed battlegroup, but we're still a battlegroup, and it's our duty to protect the people of the Republic."

"We all know we've been through some serious combat recently. We've lost people, friends, companions. But I know we're the toughest battlegroup this side of the Rim, and we're ready to give those Mandalorians some payback."

A brief pause, and then he went on.

"As a reminder, in case any of you haven't noticed, we have some guests from Obroa-Skai. They were fighting back home, and they came looking for us because they're not done fighting, they just want some help kicking the Mandalorians off the planet. Shake their hand or equivalent if you see them, because they've been through it just as much as we have."

"Navigation tells me we'll arrive at the planet in just under twenty-five standard hours. We know there's a hostile force in orbit. We're hoping to catch them off-guard. Everyone be ready for a fight. It's gonna be a bumpy ride, but we've been through it all before. You know the drill."

"May the Force be with you."

The comms went silent.

Coming out of hyperspace as close to the planet’s surface as it dared, the Concord Dawn was almost immediately engaged by the Mandalorian fleet laying siege to the planet. At full strength, the battlecruiser might have been able to punch through the blockade through sheer force. Instead, with its fighter complement in bad shape, and a significant percentage of its munitions expended, it is fighting an awkward slugging match at range, burning its engines at full power as it speeds towards the planet and the safety of the Obroas’ energy shield. That is, until a lucky long range shot pierces the shields and strikes the drive, bringing it offline.

Even as the crew watches, the barrage from the Mandalorian capital ships ceases. The reason becomes clear in a moment. Sensors pick up a group of smaller Mandalorian ships, a mixture of fighters and heavy transports, closing fast. Grimly, General Novar activates the comm system, speakers crackling all over the ship. His warning goes out.

Prepare to repel boarders!

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Characters may either choose to join one of the fights, or to go to engineering to make a supporting roll. Post in the engineering event thread with your roll once it has been made. Support rolls will only be permitted for the first 8 hours (approximately). After 8 hours have passed, or all participating characters have made their rolls, additional rolls to repair the ship’s engine can be made.

Noncombat event: Welcoming Committee
Combat event: Armed and Armouried