Invasion The Siege of Tion | SO Invasion of EOTL Held Tion

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags:

• Allies: Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Velran Kilran
• Enemies: Darth Empyrean ? | OPEN

Location: Bridge of the INS Requiem, Tion System
Objective: 3 - Storming In
Theme: HERE
Equipment: In Bio
Fleet Listing:

Spoiler: Ships

• Flagship: INS Requiem - 3500m.: HERE
• Escort Cruisers: (3) Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers - 4500m.: HERE
• Escort Frigates:
  • (4) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates - 11200m.: HERE
  • (2) Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvettes - 1600m.: HERE

The Sith had finally come for revenge over Felucia. Bold maneuvers were certainly their type of action. They sought much glory as a way to curry favor with their masters, or their masters sought to do unbelievable acts that could create the fear they and their underlings fed off of. The civilians on Tion provided too much of that alone. Many bureaucrats on Lianna did too. Their retaliation was swift and decisive. Tion was a core world of the Empire. It had been in its clutches since it transcended its status as a remnant on Lianna.

Now the Sith strike at a part of the Empire's heart. There was a method to their mad strategy, and they were prepared. I had to respect that. Luckily, the Empire was ready with a counter-strike of its own, as doomed as it may be. My fleets were still be refitted and reallocated. As a Moff, old Eternal Empire vessels were not up to the standards. However, proper fleet was in maintenance to have repairs addressed after the campaigns of the Resource Rush to Kessel. The Requiem was still strong, as well as a few ships from my old battlegroup.

I sat in my commander's seat dressed in proper Imperial uniform. The stiff white attire was still some getting used to despite some time being a Moff already. Oftentimes, I would dawn the old red and black uniform from my Eternal career. The exiting of hyperspace removed me from my reminiscing. War was here, and Moff Macetti was ahead to start trying to punch a hole through the storm clouds the Sith's capital ship was producing. It was a truly unbelievable sight to behold. The clouds masked the ships from the naked eye and sensors. It was likely hell on the planet's surface where these clouds formed a veil over.

Turning to the Comms Officer, "Send a signal to all our ships for general quarters."
"Yes, Moff DuPorcelen.", the Officer curtly replied with military coldness while saluting. A second later, alarms blared with a voice on the intercom repeating in High Nelvaan for all hands to report to general quarters and to make ready for combat. I then pressed a button on my command console to patch me through to the commanders of the other ships in my partial fleet. "Escorts, Requiem - Take up defensive formation around me. Prepare for flanking maneuvers from the moons as well as any counter offensives from the clouds. Intensify deflector shields, and ready mass-drivers and turbo-lasers."
A chorus of "Yes, Moff DuPorcelen!", came from the comms from the various ship Captains. I pressed another button for inner ship comms. Particularly a signal to go to the Requiem's AI. "Star, I want continuous scans of our surroundings to be sure we are not caught unawares by the enemy."
The AI's programmed whimsical voice responded with, "Of course, Moff DuPorcelen. I will be on it right away."

So it now begins.

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[Darth Vindictus]

As the storm rages above the Imperial Stronghold of IM-346, Darth Vindictus's imposing figure strides confidently through the chaos of battle. His red lightsaber hums with anticipation, eager to meet its foes in combat.

"Moff DuPorcelen," Vindictus's voice cuts through the din of alarms and battle preparations, his tone dripping with disdain for the Imperial forces. "Your futile resistance ends here. The Sith Empire will crush all who stand in our path."

From his command center aboard the Sith capital ship, Vindictus watches as the Requiem and its escorts scramble to defend against the impending assault. His crimson eyes narrow as he assesses the Imperial defenses, searching for weaknesses to exploit.

"Prepare to be overwhelmed," Vindictus's voice resonates with dark power, his confidence in the Dark Side unwavering. "Your reign of complacency ends today. Surrender now, and perhaps your demise will be swift."

With a swift gesture, he signals his Sith warriors to advance, ready to unleash the full fury of the Dark Side upon the Imperial stronghold and its defenders.


Tags: Katherin DuPorcelen

 

[Tamna Korvan]

F O X
GUARDING THE FACILITY | TION
ALLIES: EotL
ENEMIES: SO
ENGAGING: Gerwald Lechner (better look sharp)

APOCALYPSE​

"What shitshow are we in for now?"

Shaddix was looking up at the sky as an immense storm was taking shape. Their company within the Hellion Private Army only held one point of entry of the station they were hired by the Imperials to guard.
"Think we'll get bombed again? Or will we skip it this time, at least?" Tamna asked him from next to him.
"Your guess is as good as mine. But try not to go flying so far away this time, Tam." he quipped as he adjusted his helmet.
"Tell that to the next suicide bomber." she frowned. "By the way, are we making some solid dough from this op? These Imps hired almost the entire army."
"I doubt Jas and the boss would have let us go if it wasn't some good money." Shaddix shrugged as he scanned the area.
<Anything on your end, Shads?> came Weller's comms from another area they were covering.
<Not yet, Mate. You?> their CO replied.
<Still quiet 'cept for this brewing shitstorm overhead. Bet we're gonna be in the thick of it again.>
<We usually are, seeing as the locals don't wanna get their hands dirty.> Tamna said with disgust.
<Ain't that the truth. Anyway, don't have all the fun without us.>
<We'll save y'all some dances if you do us. Have fun, Wells.> Shaddix laughed.

And then their enemy for the day started to rain down from the clouds.

Their platoon had withdrawn into the facility to defend it better while the tanks did the brunt of the work outside.

Yet they all knew that all hell would break loose at any minute. And sure enough, it did. A wave of Sith Troopers breached into the facility and blasterfire was immediately traded all around.

It wasn't only the snap-hiss of a saber that drew Tamna's attention from where she was peppering Sith soldiers with golden bolts. It was the random bounty puck she had won in a card game with a Devaronian - it started beeping.
"What a luck stroke." she mumbled as her dark eyes found the old dude with a lightsaber. <Shaddix! Cover me. I'm going after that Sith or whatever. Cut off the head of the snake.> she barked as she started backing up in order to disengage from the current firefight.
<Don't get killed. You owe me a beer.> he said as he moved into her place.

In truth, Tamna stood the better chance to take on a Force User. Aside from that, she really wanted to cash in on the bounty. It was a big one for a Dead or Alive.

The young Korvan had chuckled when she had read the particulars. This grandpa had been a busy man with his pecker it seems, even causing a military war with it. Must have been a serious woman or two he had wronged to have this price on his head. It was funny how love triangles never worked out - someone always ended up losing a head. One way or another.

When she closed in on his position, just before he could cut down another of her comrades, she fired a salvo of particle bolts in his direction to draw his attention. He'll get a surprise if he tried to block those shots with a saber.

She could feel his power. Good thing her dad had drilled her so hard in order to face an opponent like this. It definitely wouldn't be easy to take him in either warm or cold to this deWinter person. And she'll have to lead him away from the rest of her comrades if she was to face him properly. They didn't know what she was.

"Hey, Pops! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?!" she called to him as she fired a few more, much more normal shots.

 

[Zachariah Conway]

Location: Tion
Tags: Ivixa Nera'kas
Equipment: Lightsaber | Sith Robes
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He was getting too used to fighting.

Fighting came with the nature of being a Sith, the young boy assumed to himself. The Sith and their lust for power led them into conflict more often than not as they clashed with those who opposed them and that lust for power. Usually it was conflict with the Jedi, but their more recent enemy had been the Empire of the Lost. The Imperials were the enenmy of the Sith.

This battle however, this one was in the name of his grandfather and had been waged by the Emperor himself. The Emperor had demanded Tion be brought into the Sith Order. It was a battle Zachariah was happy to participate in, to serve in the name of Empyrean and to serve alongside the man whom had taught him much both about himself and the force in Darth Malum of House Marr .

Above the planet, the full force of the Sith Order was on display. Eternalists and Kainite, Tsis'Kaar and Inquisition. An order united, an order capable of causing chaos in a galaxy already rocked by war. There was no escaping the wrath of the Sith, and the Empire of the Lost would be the first to truly experience the destruction that could be brought.

Wondering whom from the Sith had made the venture to Tion, Zachariah cast his eyes to the storm above. The Mors Mon meant the presence of his grandfather and grandmother, and where they were Gerwald Lechner would not be far behind. The Kainites had also taken the chance to make their presence known, again solidifying an order united against a common enemy.

Silently, he wondered where Darth Strosius had settled down on the planet surface. Where Strosius was, Revna wouldn't have been far behind. Even the thought of that made the young boy smile to himself softly, before he shook his head and pulled himself back into focus. He had a mission to do, and it was a mission that he would need to focus on.

Whilst Darth Malum of House Marr had been ordering executions, Zachariah had been watching silently from a distance. Zachariah was not a leader in the same way the Sith Lord was, he was a follower. He did as he was told, his continuing growing powers in the force assisting him to do as he was told efficently without failure or mistake.

The boy had always had a proficency for the power of Force Sense, the force guiding him towards the threat. As he continued to grow in the force, that proficency also continued to grow. He'd sensed danger around his mentor briefly whilst the Sith Lord had commanded the executions, however it had faded before the young boy had chance to investigate further.

Instead of following his mentor away from the execution site however, he remained in the shadows. Whatever he had sensed had piqued his interest and he figured that whatever it was would make itself known soon. If it did, the young boy would strike. If it didn't, the young boy would move and catch up with his mentor and his mentors forces.

He waited patiently for either outcome.

 

[Darth Rasnuhl]

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Darth Rasnuhl's Expedition Fleet composition:

8 Cynosure Nidus
852 Vulture Droids
168 HMP
120 Sheathepede shuttles​

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Above Tion's Third Moon ​

Since the meeting, Darth Rasnuhl's Expedition fleet now expanded & refilled was stationed above the third moon. The reason was simple, so many new droid fighters aboard the vessels needed armed & stores needed restocked from the take over of Kegan. Du'thra Engineering had finally gotten their factories dialed in supplying an ample & what felt like near endless supply of droids while making new ship designs for testing. But still had outsourced contracts on the moon to make all the missiles needed.

For Darth Rasnuhl there was one thing since the Empire of the Lost's clash with the Sith over Felucia & the Nysillin herb that he needed, That made him do his warlords due diligence... The whispers of their massive ship, The Mors Mon... the roving storm. With that Warlord Rasnuhl turned to his Cabal of Ai & within the day Project Thunderbird was born. This obsession with countering the Mors Mon lead to the absence of Darth Rasnuhl from a few military engagements. Over the next few weeks Project Thunderbird was fed data requested from the NISB, from the Holonet, with mobile third party ships with an Ai aboard that gleaned data from satellites where it had been spotted. Sending out agents or hiring assets to go to places for more data collection. To that end a vast fortune quickly surpassing tens of millions of credits were spent on both Tion & Stygeon Prime's systems as satellites were upgraded officially for security & bandwidth... a point verified by the NISB. Some may ask why there? simple it was the two ingresses into the Empire that the Sith may intrude upon. But the upgrades had a secondary function, to the Ai Cabal it was two massive Antenna to monitor all the information they would need to potentially detect the Mors Mon. A ship that large doesn't exist in a vacuum, and it definitely gives off data, gravity, and so many other measurable points. After trillions of permutations, calculations, and extrapolations over the few short weeks by the Ai in Darth Rasnuhls command a data set was done. The dataset of possible things to look for, the data to possibly early detect the Mors Mon, officially known as Anomaly 3 in Project Thunderbird. That was objective one, objective two would be the difficult one. Deploying enough sensors to decode & predict the storm generator it utilizes.

Darth Rasnuhl had been brought up with the art of war, the honor of war, the teachings that the force as a whole was stronger than either Jedi or Sith. Both the Jedi & Sith only use half, thus only ever being half as strong. Could the makeshift antenna be used to detect the ebb & flow of the force? All were things he thought about while looking at the local holomap waiting as the last few shuttles of weapons were offloaded on board. He stood upon the bridge of the Sandstorm in his dress down attire of a military tank top, belt, pants, grieves, and gauntlets with his earpiece in. His thoughts were interrupted by the amalgamated male voice of six Ai <<Anomaly 3 inbound>> Preposterous! The dual antenna aren't fully finished. <<Show on map>> a dot appears then the whirling storm appeared a moment later above Tion through the bridge window. All of the calculations gave a nearly three-second advanced warning, but that was just the start it seemed. The Malsheem, or so presumed, as a planetoid of a ship arrived in the system with a fleet in tow. Darth Rasnuhl nearly leapt for joy for all that would be gleaned data wise on those two... well before the Dark Side presence surged though him along with the system, and the moon below responded by erupting into chaos.

Patching a comm to his eight Cynosure Nidus "Everyone, this is it! The force brought us here to be able to stab a dagger deep into the Siths side. All personal to combat status, deploy wave two of vultures. Soldiers prepare for possible deployment." This was going to be a long, long day. <<Ai, Send down enough droids & troops to secure the munitions complex. We will probably need it.>> A blip arrived and the label of Storm Crow squadron appeared right before Moff Mecetti's voice came across the channel.

Darth Rasnuhl responds "Thunderbird Squadron hears you loud & clear. Patching network encryption. Data feeds should be patched in for the system and 120 Vultures and counting in Project Thunderbird. You ready to peel back the veiling storm?" Something Darth Rasnuhl liked about Maldor is the fact he used his brain. And Rasnuhl was more than happy to do the bulk of the work towards what could save the Empire of the Lost.

120 Vultures in groups of three begin intercepting Sith fighters, shuttles, and smaller ships trying to get to the moons surface. Other vultures were prepared for launch to push elsewhere around Tion. In this case more than any, space was the key to victory.

Maldor Mecetti

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
SHIP: Úlfs Reiði
ALLIES: Naedira Darcrath | Darth Empyrean
ENEMIES: Tamna Korvan

Smoke rose from the felled bodies which had just been cut down by the wolf and the team which was filling in behind him. He could only hope that Darth Empyrean was moving forward to the command center. His efforts could not be hindered, meaning the wolf had to move as quickly and as efficiently as possible. The hall quieted as the sound of blaster fire ceased. It would seem that the corridors he and the units sent with him had been ordered to secure were now just exactly that.

The comm in his ear started to trill. He was expecting the call.

<<< “Corridors Kilo through Oscar are secure, my Lord.” >>>

Gerwald grinned. The facility would be theirs in no time at this rate. Empyrean’s presence would hopefully keep the focus of the security force. Gerwald had expected they would focus their attention on the emperor once multiple breeches were made. If they were spread thin then logic dedicated they would consolidate to the most obvious threat.

That was the Dread God.

The Dread Wolf continued forward only to hear the sound of balster fire pick up once more. He expected to be notified that all units were under attack once more.

<<< “They’ve hired a mercenary army.” >>>

It was a simple communication, but Gerwald knew what that meant. The path to the security center would not be an easy one. They had accounted for more security, but the Sith had not expected the Empire of the Lost had the resources to hire an entire mercenary army to protect the underwater facility. There would be more bloodshed before the day was done, and that thought alone caused the wolf within the man to stir. He hungered for the hunt.

A high pitched beep pulled the wolf’s attention further down the corridor. He knew the sound, a bounty puck. Why would there be a bounty puck in the facility, and why would it be set off. Furthermore why was it getting closer.

It was for him?

Gerwald could not think of any reason why there would be a bounty out on his head. Regardless, that did not change the fact his mission was clear. They needed to take the security center so they could clear a path for Empyrean.

<<< “Engage the enemy. Take them out. Secure the Security Center. I have a small delay. >>>

A voice called out directed at him. Pops? Like grandpa?

His saber deflected the bolts fired his way. It was clear she was simply trying to get his attention, which she had. It was a silly thing, and her insult even more so. A smirk pulled at his lips. Her moxy was certainly a display of courage, or maybe it was nothing more than sheer stupidity. Either the woman knew she could stand a chance against him, or she had no idea what she was getting herself into. The wolf knew he could not underestimate her. Though he did wonder how she planned to fight him with restricted room to maneuver.

Hell, Gerwald wondered how he was going to do the same thing. The battle was going to be more direct than anything.

“Pops… I’m not that old… especially for my species.”

He reached for the blaster with the force. Maybe he could pull it from her. Force knew it was going to be problematic. Besides, if this was a gun for higher, or a bounty hunter, maybe he could just pay off the bounty or get her army to flip. The wolf wondered what kind of business woman he was dealing with.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Back in White
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Tags: Oola Ven / Zoltidas

Tion must have been such a lovely boon for the Empire of the Lost, a gem with which fleets and armies could be crafted and mustered to war all within one system. A gem which the Sith could not suffer on their border. One which would need to be snatched away so that it could shine for them alone. A task which the Inquisition was all too happy to help with, albeit with some slight divergence from the actual objective that they were meant to be pursuing. As was tradition.

Darth Strosius wasn't one to let the factories simply slide into the chaos of the wider battle so easily, as usual he preferred to play for keeps. The fate of Tion wouldn't be decided by his efforts alone but the fate of some of the factories just might. Under the shadow of the drop pods and rising smoke, a handful of freighters and cargo shuttles descended onto the factory complex. Inquisition Troopers and engineers filed out alongside their Lord Inquisitor to claim valuable components and even entire machinery from the factories from themselves.

He didn't intend to leave much behind for the victor of the day to use, be they Sith or Imperial. He would make sure that the assets would come to work for the Sith Order, under his care of course, regardless. Yet the factories weren't the only assets to be claimed. The Sith cultists were largely meant as a distraction, simply another player in the grander war that was meant to sow chaos and be put down like the rabid beasts that they were.

And yet despite them being far from his own cultists in both ideology and makeup, he couldn't help but feel some manner of kinship for them. They might not be ideal servants of the Sith but they still rose up, bled, and fought for the Sith just as his own troops and cultists did. It would be such a shame to waste them. All they needed was proper leadership and guidance, that of a true Sith rather than the Kainite and Eternalist rabble rousers which had spurred them into rioting in the first place.

Thus the efforts of Darth Strosius in acquiring factory machinery and equipment had been bolstered by cultists, their own efforts in claiming the factory by force assisted by his Troopers and of course the masked Sith Lord himself. He pulled his lightsaber from the body of the Whiteguard at his feet and spared a glance around at the factory's entrance, the cultists and Troopers making short work of the nationalists that were too injured to flee before adopting defensive positions.

Time was the one resource that they would need moreso than any other, time to deconstruct and load up more machinery into the transports while at the same time gathering as many cultists as possible to extract them once they had to leave the battlefield. If he played his cards right then he'd not only expand his production industry but also his forces in general. All they had to do was hold the entrance. A simple task.

 

[Maldor Mecetti]

House Mecetti Stormcrow Squadron
24 Tie Scout Craft
Tie Shuttle w Aftermarket Hyperdrive​

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"Affirmative, Thunderbird." Maldor broadened the coding on his transmission to include Dupercelen's forces and those of the Eggman fleet.

"This is Stormcrow Actual. Our Scouts are taking lead positions into the storm. All Allied fighters, form up if you'd like to go hunting. The scouts are equipped with weather sensors and advanced heuristic navcomputers. They are also communicating with Thunderbird's advanced sensor networks. Between the two of us, we should be able to navigate through this obscuring space-storm and get you into firing range on the enemy fleet.

I am handing fleet control over to Stormcrow's science consultant, Stormcrow One."

Maldor switched channels, and his hired help in the cockpit chimed in.

"This is Stormcrow One," Yol Kan said from the cockpit position of Maldor's Command Shuttle. His voice was thick with a Nagai accent.

"Hear me. I have extensive training in both Ion Storm and Combat operations. Although this Sith space-storm is synthetic in origin, its contents are roughly the same chaotic ion soup of any such storm. Chaotic... but only to the casual observer. There are eddies and currents, charge nodes, and other natural processes unfolding within it. They can be anticipated by a specialist who understands the storm-signs.

Follow my instructions, and you will not be struck. You will reach the enemy. You will vanquish them."

There was a pause as the mercenary's screens populated with the data from Thunderbird's sensor nets and Stormcrow's Scout ship's weather and electromagnetic sensors. Between them all, a good picture of the storm's patterns began to emerge. The heuristic nav computers of the Scouts began to crunch the numbers, with advanced AI predictive algorithms coding particle patterns to chart paths most likely to avoid ion discharges.

"Elements One, Three, and Five, proceed on a course three-four-zero by fifteen. Tight formation. Particle winds should give you a deviation to heading three-five-two. Elements Two, Four, and Six, proceed along heading..."

Maldor listened as Yol Kan began to direct the Scouts into the storm. The capable fighters and bombers of his allies could follow close behind. If a stray discharge did strike them despite these precautions, it would probably hit the lead ship of each formation. The Ion shields of the scouts should keep them from harm, if so.

If all went well, the hundreds of fighters and bombers present with the Empire of the Lost would soon be led safely to the enemy fleet, to begin tearing it to shreds.

Without a fleet supporting the enemy above, there could be no lasting victory for the enemy forces below.

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TL;DR - Mecetti's Scouts are leading the way into Mons' storm field, guiding EotL fighters and bombers safely into striking range.

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Darth Empyrean Velran Kilran Darth Rasnuhl Katherin DuPorcelen

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Tags: Gerwald Lechner // Teckla Tane // Falentra // Darth Vindictus // Katherin DuPorcelen // Tamna Korvan // Srina Talon​

"The Dread Wolf has landed, my Emperor.", a Trooper said in his garbled death trooper voice. Empyrean did not ordain him a glance, for his eyes saw all, and instead kept moving forward.​

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Kala'anda, the Staff of the Emperor, moved on its own many meters in front of the cadre moving with him. Ignited, the Forcepike glided effortless, soundlessly, and violently through the walls and rooms before him killing and maiming with increasing intensity. The only sensory give away that told anyone it was doing anything but randomly shooting into and out of walls, was the harsh and muffled screams multiplied over one another as they walked. Empyrean guided it without so much as a second thought, his vision allowing sight through everything near him, and in turn, signing the death warrant of every man who sought to hide from his strength.​

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Every step took them further - and no resistance had thus far met him. There were reports of mercenary armies in critical operational infrastructure - but these were pointless. What sort of self respecting Imperial military outsourced their own security? It was asking for trouble - or they had something else in mind. Perhaps, they intended to collapse the base upon him - as though his death would come as easy as drowning amidst rubble.​

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Were the emotions available, he would have laughed at the conspiracy - a pedantic idea of intelligent plot. Whatever it was they had in store for the Emperor, they would be sorely mistaken, as so many of them had before. For now, another dozen men would die in the span of a few seconds, and the Emperor would continue on to his path.​

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"Communication controls are not much further, my Emperor. If we do not face resistance soon - we should reach it in the next ten minutes."​

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Ten minutes until he would expose the traitor - and find a new target to deal with.​

 

[Fiolette Yvarro]

Allies: Michael Hightower | Charles Castex
Opponents: Maldor Mecetti | Engaging​

Fiolette supposed that at some point she'd have to do something, and at which point that something happened as enemy fighters were seeking their way through to the Sith's capital ship. While not exactly on the payroll, she felt that it might look bad if she simply did nothing. The rest of her fleet had by that point dropped from hyperspace and as coordinated with Admiral Michael Hightower her fleet was position beneath the Mors Mons' artillery focused flanks. Rising from her command seat, Fiolette waved a hand over the console as she began to coordinate her hell fleet. They were older ships ones that she last recalled having. Given the nature of the attack, Fiolette decided to fight fire with fire. "Divide their formations, isolate them, and eliminate them." She gave her orders to her own fighters as they began to descend from their hangar bays. "Half measure, the others remain in reserve on intercept duties.

"Fleet formation, phase one, Delta-4-Gamma-6-3-Ryloth." Another hand over the encrypted communications channel, ensuring that her fleet formed the bottom portion of the larger formation that the Sith had planned. The first phase of the formation called for balance in their spacing and to hold in an arrow's tip. "Ready Alpha leaders, ready Beta leaders," were the next set of orders which would have the tethered crew begin to prepare for phase two of the formation. "Engage at attitudes, vector, nine-four-nine - begin acquiring targets."

Dansen's steps could be heard against the durasteel and his automated voice informed the Admiral, "soul repositories ready."

"All fighters, you are free to engage," she ordered, which meant the designated attack fighters would begin to swarm through the storm field, like hunters to their prey. Whilst the others formed around the larger ships, the Galidraani looked over the smaller corvettes, she with held them and ordered them to stick closer to the Kimbrells, with at least a squadron dedicated to the Warspite's care. Long range weapons were prepared, ready to engage any of the Losts' larger capital vessels.

From there, the Admiral through encrypted channels opened up a line to Hightower, "Hightower, this is Yvarro. I've deployed fighters, I presume you'll be doing something similar to keep the fighters at bay." The woman also sent an encrypted ping to Castex and Hightower, to acknowledge the next phase of their plan.

Spoiler: Fiolette's Hell Fleet

Warspite x1 2292m
= 4 Fighter Squadrons, 2 in pursuit
= 1 Support Squadron
Kimbrell x3 6000m
= 54 Fighter Squadrons, 27 in pursuit
= 6 Support Squadrons
Mukhtiar x 12 2160m
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Seawolf x3 1200m
= 9 Fighter Squadrons, 4 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Fortan x3 600m
= 3 Fighter Squadrons, 1 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons
Bolt x36 2160m
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Dagger x9 2322m
= 0 Fighter Squadrons
= 0 Support Squadrons
Vindicator x3 2250m
= 21 Fighter Squadrons, 11 in pursuit
= 0 Support Squadrons

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After Action Report:

• Ships move into formation, fleet is beneath Hightower's moving into an arrow head/dagger formation.
• Fighters have been deployed to pursue and engage Maldor Mecetti TIEs.
• Calls Hightower.

 

[Falentra]

Falentra was informed by her master Darth Malum of House Marr of her tasks today. She would not be accompanying Darth Marr today, instead she would aid along with Darth Strosius to seize the facility that was deep underwater. As such she had brought her spawns, those that grew to big to accommodate within the TSK-9i base had to be rehomed along with a few Tsis'Kaar Malum had placed under her command. That was not all that she had brought along with in the Thranta Mothership that made its descent into the depths of the planet's ocean. The newly discovered descendant of Marr, one her partner Koto Demascón stood with her in the cockpit as well as a hologram of Mariah of House Marr .

"1 mile distance. Stay low." She commanded the droid pilot crew that navigated the ship behind a large reef a distance away from the stronghold. They waited. And waited. While Falentra was to be commanding the small division of about a dozen Tsis'kaar, the Sith Lord inquisitor was to be leading the mission, along with providing some additional strength of his inquisitors. Yet his fleet was no where in range of sight, even with the eternalist fleet that arrived moved ahead.

"Status update on signal and fleet?" She asked the crew.

"Negative ma'am."

The apprentice cursed under her breath, now worrying that something had happened near the waters surface that impeded their arrival. It would mean she was now in charge of leading the mission, such a feat to take on as a mere apprentice, wether it meant withdrawing or deploying forces now without the planned involvement of the Sith Inquisitor. She took a moment, heaving a frustrated sigh before standing up, ready to take command.

Extending connection to the vocoder loudspeakers system of the ship through the CTOii implant in her head, she would deliver her instructions in part system messages.

> System exec online: Falentra AP | Mariah HM
> [multicast] Message relayed: Mission - Diverge and stay low. Infiltrate IM-346. Obtain imperial database log. Deliver intel to TRM / TSK bases. Termination protocol permitted.
> Global TRT announcement: Sea creatures deployed. Units to Spawn for disembarkation in T-minus /5/ minutes.

Immediately, there was an upsurge in movement within the ship as the commands reverberated through the speakers. The Tsis'Kaar hurried in a marching order to the ship yard, heavy boots thumping rhythmically on the ground. Briskly, Falentra too would make her way to a spawn. "Koto, you can stay to take command of the Mothership or take a spawn." She told him as she entered the craft canopy. In any other circumstances, there would be a bit more affection with her words between them, but the pressure of the mission hovered, and she was in that very mindset. She would not allow herself to disappoint or be distracted.

> Disembarkation in T-minus /10/ seconds.

The individual hangar pods opened filling with water. Falentra pushed the throttle forwards, sending the amphibious ship in the direction towards the large underwater fortress. >nqspn 2'40-43 Follow The CTOii implant connected with the chips within the nearby sithspawn's heads and sent the command. Soon, trailing behind her ship were three of her children.

Teckla Tane

 

[Brec Abrak]

Location: Imperial Holding Facility, Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
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Alarms went off throughout the detention center as Brec was led out into the hall.

An alarm was hardly unexpected, given there was clearly some tumult in the city. But this alarm had not gone off before now, leaving Brec to suspect that something new and even worse was occurring.

"Reck!" the NISB officer exclaimed in what must have been a local curse. At first, Brec thought he was calling his name, but that wasn't it. "Protocols are active, we have to move fast."

Brec's fleshy brow arched, "What protocols?"

The NISB officer didn't answer him verbally. Instead, he rushed to an office, withdrawing a kit from a drawer. Unzipping the package, he withdrew an auto-injector with two ampules.

Placing one ampule into it, he pressed it to his neck and released the contents with a hiss. Then he loaded a second ampule and did the same for Brec. Having seen the NISB officer do the process first, Brec didn't object. An innoculation? Was some kind of biological weapon being used?

Then the officer withdrew a code cylinder and nodded to Brec, "Come on. We have to move fast."

Brec followed along. As they walk-jogged down the hall, he heard coughing. Turning his head, he saw someone running out of a refresher room. A mist of some kind was emerging from the room. Gas?

Is that what the injection had been for?

Around the next corner, Brec saw the first of the dead bodies he'd see today. Two guards on the floor, their faces trapped in perpetual agony. Apparently, whatever had killed them had been distinctly unpleasant.

The NISB officer stepped over them without pause or comment, coming to a locked door. An evidence room. He used his code cylinder to open it.

"Get your gear. Be quick."

Minutes later, they were walking out of a correctional facility that was full of dead men. They crossed a street that seemed war-ravaged. The dead here hadn't all been killed by gas, if that was indeed the cause of the other bodies. No... this time he saw burned vehicles, blasted corpses. Combat. The possibly deadly mist that rose up everywhere was preferable to the sight of that gruesomeness.

The Tie Factory was two blocks away. They played cat and mouse against imagined foes on their sprints over. Brec didn't see anything, but the NISB officer acted as though combatants or snipers might be on every rooftop or around every corner.

Finally, they found the factory and a stormtrooper who seemed poised to abandon his post as they arrived.

"You're with me," the NISB officer declared, flashing his identification. The stormtrooper straightened up and fell in line without question. To Brec, he mostly seemed glad not to have been detected in his intention. Of course, it was hard to tell someone's mood through those helmets.

"You came here to plant malware into the manufacturing computer that would place code into the bios of every avionics suite of every starfighter produced here," the officer said finally, addressing Brec for the first time in minutes.

"I'm not admitting anything without a pardon in writing," Brec countered.

"I don't have time for your nonsense," the NISB officer said, "you're helping me or you die now. You'll have to take everything else on faith. I can tell you that someone up the chain of command doesn't want you dead. Yet. But I'm authorized to do it if you prove uncooperative."

Brec sighed, "Fair enough. Yeah. Someone wanted to be able to remotely deactivate your fighters. And now you want me to go ahead and put it in?"

"That's right," the officer said, "and keep it just as secret as you planned to. Buried so deep no one will ever see it."

Brec frowned slightly, "I know you people have your own coders."

The officer gritted his teeth, "Not here. Not now. Not ready. You are all three."

"And my ship?" Brec asked, suspecting a last-minute betrayal might be ahead of him.

"When it's done, you can grab it from impound. I'll give you the codes. But surviving the trip out of here is up to you."

That sounded more legit. "All right," Brec said, and began walking down the main corridor of the factory administrative section.

But the NISB agent put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait." He looked to the stormtrooper, "clear the way."

The stormtrooper hesitated briefly, and then jogged on ahead, weapon at the ready.

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Darth Carnifex ~ Darth Aion ~ Fiolette Yvarro ~ Oola Ven ~ Darth Malum of House Marr ~ Arla Rodarch ~ Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax ~ Kivah ~ Ivixa Nera'kas ~ Zoltidas ~ Brec Abrak Alicia Drey

 

[Shov Brald]

Customized Imperial Paragon Armor
HIMAR-1 Heavy Imperial Multipurpose Assault Rifle
Chainsword
x4 Thermal Imploders

"Hurry up!"

Shov pushed Sicarius Hekate towards the middle of the moon. The Sith had invaded Tion and there were planning on using the moon for their own nefarious reasons. The Emperor sent his finest: The Imperial Paragons to quell the Sith threat that infested Tion's moon. "The Emperor requires our service Sicarius," Shov said as walked towards the threat ahead. "You're free to use your abilities in the Force."

With a press of a button, Sicarius' collar deactivated though it was still around her neck. "And you get your Lightsabers back." Shov tossed Sicarius' her weapons though not without a scowl. "Fair warning if you backstab me, I will not hesitate to strip you of your powers." Shov growled. "You have been warned."

Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Ivixa Nera'kas]

Location: Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
Objective: Back in White
Tag: Zachariah Conway

Ivixa quickly made her way through a labyrinthine network of alleyways and buildings, taking care to avoid the main streets in the process. In that regard, her progress was serpentine, yet swift and silent. However, a close call came just as she exited an office building through one of its side entrances, at which point she was compelled to activate her armor’s concealment system moments before a group of soldiers under the command of the Sith she had seen through her scope earlier marched by. It wouldn’t have been impossible for the tiny assassin to handle them on her own, but doing so would have revealed her presence.

And so, not long after the patrol passed her by, Ivixa continued on towards the bodies, doing so just as a yellowish, brackish gas began to fill the streets. Grateful for the protection afforded by her armor, the Asa'nyx swiftly ascendied the side face of a building that was immediately adjacent to the execution site and made her way up onto the roof before taking out her rifle. A quick sensor sweep told her that the immediate area was clear, save for a single, lone life signature, almost directly below her position.

Ivixa slowly set her rifle down, quickly deciding that it would do her no good here. Instead, she swapped it for her two CryoBan pistols—weapons that were better-suited for a close-quarters engagement. However, she hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. Ideally, she would only need one shot that would swiftly neutralize the target before they were even aware of her presence, allowing her to proceed with her mission without getting tied up in a drawn-out fight.

And yet, as many times as she had carried out such swift, clean kills before, Ivixa knew that such luxuries were not always guaranteed.

Taking note of her target’s position within the shadows of the building she had ascended moments prior, Ivixa activated most of her armor’s stealth systems with a mental command and moved towards the edge of the roof. That was when she caught sight of her target roughly 15 meters below her position. A dark-robed, masculine figure with a lightsaber on his hip and boyishly-coiffed hair.

A Sith.

Ivixa didn’t hesitate.

The tiny assassin squeezed her pistols’ triggers twice within the span of an eighth of a second, discharging two standard CryoBan bolts aimed to potentially strike the crown of the Sith’s head. However, knowing that it was quite possible that the Sith had managed to detect her before she had initiated her attack, Ivixa snapped off two more shots within the next half-second aimed for her target’s upper chest, in the hopes of overwhelming his ability to defend via rapid, unrelenting, and freezing fire!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Ivixa’s Phase II “Glitter Ghost” Sniper Armor
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - R/L
    • LPD-49 Miniaturized Static Blaster (2) - R/L
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Power Pack (5)
  • Droid
    
    • ASBF-X86p “Njósnari” Probe Droid
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated SR-2M Verpine Shatter Rifle
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-100x FAE/S-08 Electro-Scope
    • Reflec Coating
  • Ammunition
    
    • 20-Round SLAP-HE Magazine (2)
    • 20-Round AP Magazine (2)
• CP-01R CryoBan Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • CryoBan Cell (5)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Reflec Coating

 

[Sicarius Hekate]

Sicarius supposed some people might feel some guilt fighting their own people. Well. If she had a people she supposed it would be the nightsisters as much as the Sith. Still she had more in common with the Sith then she did the Empire. She certainly still considered herself Sith. Even if it had been a long time since she and her Master had been a part of the fold.

Fighting against her own people wasn't something that bothered her. She would fight who she had to fight to survive. That was the Sith way. If the Sith she fought were too weak to survive they weren't worthy of being called by the name of Sith. Besides she may even defeat an old rival or even an old friend for nostalgia's sake. She wondered if she would recognise any of the Sith on the battlefield she would have to cut down or if any would recognise her. It was unlikely but the thought cheered her up. It would be good practice for when one day inevitably she'd have to kill her own Master.

Sicarius felt a fierce grin light her face when she learnt she would have access to her full set of skills, lightsabers and the force. It had been too long. Sicarius lit her lightsabes and gave @Shov a mock double fencing salute.

"Do you often spend time wondering how you would like to strip me Shov?" Sicarius asked with a sensual voice and teasing smirk.

"Don't worry there are far more interesting opponent on the field of battle than you." Sicarius assured him with a dismissive flick of her head as she reached out and harness the force to surround her stirring up a bit of wind as she felt so.

It felt good to be home to be in touch with the darkness. Sicarius looked around searching for a worthy opponent to fight.

TagShov Brald Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Oola Ven]

Location: TIE Fighter Factory, Capital City - Third Moon of Tion
Objective: Back in White - Restore Order
Tag: Zoltidas Darth Strosius

The Sith were the greater threat. Oola nodded in agreement at Zoltidas’ assessment, before quickly shifting her attention back to the disharmonious melodies of blaster fire from the violence transpiring within the next room. As anticipated, the Sith were investing almost all of their firepower into taking down the remaining Whiteguards, but not without receiving resistance in turn. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, all that was left to the nationalists was to fight to death.

Ideally, they would take more than a few of the Sith with them to the grave in the process.

“I’m ready, Captain! The Sith won't know what hit them! For the Empire!” Oola said, before taking off towards the door. As she did, Zoltidas’ battle-lusted state did not escape the young Squire’s notice. He would want to move quickly and aggressively, so that they could take advantage of the distraction afforded by the Whiteguards. Unfortunately, since the Twi’lek only had two legs compared to the Chironian’s four, she was not nearly as fast as her superior.

Nevertheless, Oola made to run as quickly as she could, even as the pounding notes of Zoltidas’ hoofbeats got closer and closer...

Until suddenly, her world was turned upside down.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Oola Ven’s Bodysuit
  
  • Gauntlets
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade (2) - L/R
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • B-11 “Gretis” Class Combat Boots
    
    • Netrunner Vibroshank (2) - Knife Sheaths
• Mirage Starlight
• IG-14 Blaster Pistol
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (5)

 

[Domina Prime]

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Reached the top and had to stop and that's whats botherin me.
I wanna be a man man-cub! And stroll right into town!
ᖭ༏ᖫ
Wanna be just like the other men, i'm tired of monkeying around!

A L L I E S: Darth Carnifex | Darth Prazutis | Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax



The Devilish Daughter of Destruction & Discord stared almost hypnotically into the fluttering butterfly of a dancing flame that illuminated over the Accursed Mythosuar Axe as the strange xeno lifeform tilted their head. Ever since gaining ascension by devouring a DIVINE SPARK of her very own the feral cavegirl found herself in a EUPHORIC BLISS when she basked in the warmth radiating from the Crown of Furyia.

If Dima used to lose track of time before, then now, with the influence of the force radiating from her bones in an unconstrained and untempered fire as if basking in the warmth of a bonfire. The Axe, levitating in place as if assuming the role of an alter showed the girlish xeno fields of flowers & fire as an impish chuckle of innocent delight erupted from behind her Mandalorian Mask.

The religious cavegirl heard the whispers from the blade as the war chanting from Darth Carnifex legions rang outward, as if further riling the blade.

"O sweet sister of mine. I see songs of fire & see visions of divine decimation! Shall we dance upon ashes precious sister?" The ghost in the blade mused, offering the emberlashing of its flame towards the kneeling Xeno as her ears flickered at the mention of a dance.

"Dance? Dima likes to dance! Dima likes music too! Is the song as sweet as the one Dima hears in her dreams? It's hard to remember when This One wakes up, but it makes Dima feel good when she thinks of it, so it must be good yes!?" The girl asked with a radiant naivety, an endearing trait of her primitive nature.

The Axe, amused by it's current Inheritor, extended it's warmth as it enclosed the gap.

"O yes sister. The sweetest song one could sing. Fitting for a…warrior princess such as yourself!" The Axe dripped honey into the Primes ear. Making the xeno gasp in girlish wonder as that massive tail rattled dangerously behind her.

"Wow! Really? Ya mean it?" She asked as the mythic weapon lingered just within reach.

"Why of course Sister. But alas…it is a dance meant for two…May This One have the privilege of taking your hand in this ancient dance of battle, O sister mine?" The Spirit asked, appealing to the Mandalorians more…basic instincts and simplifying it's language as much as it could.

Dima BOUNDED to her feet in delirious delight as she blushed warmly from behind her mask.

"Oh SISTER…Dima thought you'd never ask~" She purred, completely CHARMED by the inanimate object as she reached out and clutched her claws around it's ornate handle, causing the heat within it to flare as it felt the force connection of its new inheritor, weak as Dimas flame currently was, ould be cultivated into a BEAUTIFUL flame.

The Blade flumed with a dark energy as it enveloped Domina in a blissful warmth. A low chitter erupting from the teeth lining her cheeks from behind her mask.

Dima giggled and cackled devilishly from the sensations rippling through her body as she twirled on the balls of her raptor-like feet, swinging the axe wildly in a circle so dangerously anyone close by just might lose their head!

"Hold out your hands, little sister. This One wishes to bestow upon you a gift of ember~" The spirit whispered to the oversized beast of a girl. Holding the Axe in her upper arms Dima tilted her head curiously. Looking down at the claws of her lower pair of hands before holding them outward as if attempting to catch water within her hands.

Moments later, with the focus of Force Energy building in her hands suddenly a flicker of a spark appeared followed by a small, candle-like flame appearing in the palms of her hands. Forcing those five eyes to go wide and bright as she gasped in childish wonder as behind the xeno her uncle and others discussed battle strategy and more important things.

"I have observed your teachings with great interest, my nephew has told me of your successes, there is little we do not share Lady Pellax, Domina, today we enlighten the Sith Order. Destroy everything. Show everyone the cost of doing war with the Kainate." Darth Prazutis explained, the mention of Dominas name attracting her attention.

"I do not know you though." Another voice rang out from beside Dima as she stared into the small flame burning in her hand.


"Huh? What? Who?" The Xeno asked, ears perking up as she turned to face Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax when she approached. However, in the break of her focus the flame that was in her hands withered. "HI! Dimas name is…well…Dimas name is Dima!" She introduced almost…innocently but with an overwhelming menacing energy as she clutched a massive Axe within her grip. "Guys Look! Dima is doing magic!" She chirped, holding out her lower hands towards Darth Prazutis & Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax

And in that moment. The flame in her hands blew out like a candle, leaving her hands cold and empty as Dimas eyes softened at the missing fire.

"W-wait...It was just there~" She murmured in disappointment, closing her eyes real tight and nearly turning red as she tried to force her focus.

Nothing happened.

The Xeno…suddenly became incredibly crestfallen from her inability to summon the magic.

"Aw sugarsnaps. Dima was sure she was doing magic, it was there a second ago." She pouted at Teresa, frowning deeply from behind her mask. "Well…at least Dima can still kill Godlings~" She tried to cheer herself up, only for her many eyes to dilate in a sudden realization.

"Wait a second………………………………..is-.....is DIMA a godling now too?" She asked, the poor girls brain nearly fracturing in the moment as she became aware that she was now the very thing she had been hunting and devouring since she was young. A conflicting feeling arising in her mind as she glared between her uncle and the stranger with bird wings.

SUDDENLY! All FOUR of her arms hoisted upward and pushed OUTWARD towards both Praz & Teresa as if attempting to force push them both!

The dramatic stance however was followed by....nothing. Nothing happened, making Dima stare at her claws baffled.

"Hm, nothing still? Being a Godling is really hard~" She mused in disappointment as she lifted her hands towards her ears and rattled them about as if her hands were broken. "Maybe Dimas magic is just broken or something..." She convinced herself, uncertain why her efforts were not working considering how many times she had witnessed force users doing the exact same thing. "You! Do the thing!" She barked, looking directly at Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax . Motioning with her arms and doing a hand waving gesture. "Show Dima! Do the hand wavy magic thing you gods do!" She encouraged, wanting to see if maybe she had just waved her hand incorrectly.

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[Michael Hightower]

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Location: Mon Mors | Tion System

Allies: Fiolette Yvarro

Enemies: Maldor Mecetti | Darth Rasnuhl | Katherin DuPorcelen

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There was something about the bridge of a ship, of a space station, that became familiar to you, like a second skin. The loose panel that creaked everytime someone stood on it, the way the fans in the comms console hummed in a way that no other console did. It was a myriad of small noises, the tap of lieutenant Colby's fingertips against the metal as he waited at his station, the sound of the rating next to him shifting their weight from foot to foot.

It had been hard at first for Alexi to settle into his role, he could still think back to the first time he'd stepped onto this bridge, his first assignment out of the academy. Everyone has said that it was an honour to be posted to the flagship, even as the most junior ensign in the communications department. His mother had certainly thought so, certain that no commander would ever put themselves into danger, that the flagships was the safest place for her son to serve.

Only, she'd never met the legate.

The ensign's dark eyes lifted away from his screen to glance at the viewports at the front of the bridge, the silhouette of the man standing in front of them. He couldn't make out any of his features, the light of the viewports casting dancing shadows over his frame. No that it mattered, the man's presence seemed to touch on every corner of the bridge, every member of the crew acutely aware of his presence.

In his short time in the military Alexi had seen a few different commanding officers, he'd seen those who seemed puffed up, as if they had to constantly prove something. The commandant at the academy for one, the man had always seemed to be on the lookout for a slight, the smallest infraction could rub him wrong, face red as he screamed at the hapless student. In comparison Alexi couldn't say that he'd ever seen the Legate berate someone about a sloppy salute or loose uniform, a simple look was all it took to correct someone. Of the two, the young ensign knew which officer he wanted to emulate.

Although that might have been a little obvious, he was here after all about to descend into the jaws of hell again. The horns of war once again pulling them into the crucible of conflict. A new wave of war sweeping across the nation, across the galaxy had drawn the Sith into conflict with the Empire and the military were the sword the Sith would use to strike at their enemies.

Alexi's musings were interrupted by a flashing light on his panel signalling an incoming message, fingers flying across the keys as he nodded at the rating to get the Legate's attention. He had barely decoded the message from Admiral Yvarro before the man was already looming over the console as her voice rang out. A small pause as his superior seemed to soak in the words, the possibilities, calculations flashing through his eyes before his eyes.

"Aknowledge the receipt of the Admiral's message and inform her that we'll deploy two sqadrons of fighters at the edge of the sensor envelope and hold the rest of our fighters as a screen between the fleet and any incoming vessels. The Empire are probably using the fighters as a screen or scouts to locate us and I don't want to risk them running into their main forces. But, if she can locate them and send us their location I'm sure we can manage a warm welcome for our guests."

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Michael let a small smile touch his lips as he turned back to stare at the screen for a moment as he considered the rest of his forces. The very storm that made it so hard for the Empire to find them, to strike at them prevented his forces from engaging the enemy.

A very literal fog of war.

If his usual tactics wouldn't work when faced with an opponent who he couldn't see, but that didn't mean he couldn't adapt. After all, he had the advantage of fighting from a concentrated position, after all if the Empire didn't come after him to drive the Mon Mors away from the planet then he'd be able to complete his mission without any bloodshed. Not that he thought the Empire would allow it, but it was a nice dream.

"Have the Destroyer Divisions move up and deploy behind the fighter screen. We'll hold the carrier closer to the Mon Mors and deploy the artillery and cruisers in the space between."

Whatever the empire tried, he'd be ready.

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Spoiler: Fleet List

Flagship (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Mons Mors

1st Battle Cruiser Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Nether's Voice Monger Class Sith Star Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Archlight Monger Class Sith Star Cruiser

1st Heavy Destroyer Division (10km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Svalinn Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Stormbringer Svalinn Class Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Gladiator SD-9s "Khan" Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Raider SD-9s "Khan" Sith Star Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Unbroken SD-584 "Leviathan" Class Star Destroyer


1st Artillery Division (3km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Void's Grace Arjuna Artillery Destroyer
[ 100 | 100 ] Adder Arjuna Artillery Destroyer

1st Carrier Division (3km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Thunderbird Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)
[ 100 | 100 ] Pathfinder Us-hrok Izai (Gesture of Promise)

1st Heavy Cruiser Division (3560km)

[ 100 | 100 ] Saberblade SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Insurgent SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Javelin SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser
[ 100 | 100 ] Triumph SC-07 "Lussk" Class Assault Cruiser

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Spoiler: TLDR

1) 2 Fighter Squadrons sent out to edge of sensor envelope
2( Remaining fighters deployed in a screen
3) Fleet deployed in 3 layers to meet enemy

 

[Bella]

Location: Tion System
Objective: Storming In
Call Sign: Miracle
Allies: Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Katherin DuPorcelen
Enemies: Fiolette Yvarro Michael Hightower

Her presence on this mission had been requested by name. Such were the duties of a Baroness of the Empire that they encompassed far more than just being a propaganda figurehead. In this case, she had been tasked with escorting the person of Moff Mecetti as he led Stormcrow Squadron in a daring raid through a synthetic space storm. Such was the gravity of her task that she flew as a special attaché to the squadron. It meant that her superiors needed her presence on a purely operational level, so that she could better focus on her assigned task.

Moff Mecetti was to come back alive, at all costs.

And so, as Bella guided her starfighter through the storm, she listened carefully as Stormcrow One gave his orders. She quickly raced ahead of his shuttle—which also carried Moff Mecetti—thereby taking the lead through the storm while Stormcrow One gave directions from behind. And yet, while she took the lead, the Baroness was suddenly aware of the fact that in this context, she was akin to a duckling being led by its hen. While Bella was an excellent starfighter pilot with almost 100 kills to her name, she had very little skills in navigation beyond those that were strictly necessary for basic interstellar travel. As such, when it came to the matter of traversing an ion storm, she was little more than a passenger, unless she wanted to test the strength of her starfighter’s ion shields.

It went without saying that Bella did not consider such an excursion to be a wise course of action.

Nevertheless, Bella made a note to speak with Yol Kan after this, to inquire as to how or where she might learn such a skill, whether it was from DDSI, a university, or somewhere else. After that, the Baroness shoved the matter into the back of her mind, before re-focusing her attention on the many tasks before her as she piloted her starfighter through the storm while watching for signs of ionic discharges. Three such discharges leapt at her from the corner of her eye, compelling the Togruta to turn her gaze towards their direction. Fortunately, the discharges were far away from her position, a silent confirmation that she was still on-track.

“This is Miracle, reporting surges of ionic activity at approximate coordinates eight-four-six-nine-zed.” Bella said. “Still maintaining course, over.” She added, before taking a deep breath as sweat began to form across her brow.

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: FAE/SF-01 “Sestina” Starfighter

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Armor: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Systems
  
  • FAE/S-05 ECM Array: Inactive
• Armament
  
  • Cannon Hardpoint (6)
    
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
    • FAE/SW-11 Hybrid Beam Cannon - Medium
  • Ordnance Hardpoint (6)
    
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
    • FAE/WH-04-S4 Universal Missile - Plasma Warhead
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • X8 “Gambit” Elite Disruptor Pistol

 

[Katherin DuPorcelen]

Tags:

• Allies: Maldor Mecetti Darth Rasnuhl Bella
• Enemies: OPEN

Location: Bridge of INS Requiem, Approaching Flank of Mors Mon (Sith Super-Star Destroyer), Tion System
Objective: 3 - Storming In
Theme: HERE
Equipment: In Bio
Ship Listing:

Spoiler: Ships

• Flagship: INS Requiem - 3500m.: HERE
• Escort Cruisers: (3) Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers - 4500m.: HERE
• Escort Frigates:
  
  • (4) Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates - 11200m.: HERE
  • (2) Retribution-class Heavy Missile Corvettes - 1600m.: HERE

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The bust of Moff Macetti's holo-image spoke. Thankfully, the signal was still able to reach him. That meant the pilots had yet to enter the clouds. I would nod to the Comms station to signal for fighters to begin exiting the holds. A short salute later, and the intercoms across Requiem blared in High Nelvaan, "All pilots, finish preparations for strike craft and begin launching.", in repeated bursts with a minute and a half between each reciting. Shortly after the first blaring took place, I turned back to Moff Macetti's image. "The fighters are being launched, Moff Macetti. I give you permission to command however many reinforcements you wish into the fog for back up. In the meantime, they will be securing the fog's perimeter for when you hopefully return. Additionally, the larger craft I have here will be waiting for any fighters in need of harboring alongside fending off any counter attacks made by the Sith."
I paused a moment to ensure I saw all that there was of the current battlefield. All was quiet outside of the storm clouds aside from the presence of mine and any allied ships.
"Good luck, Moff Macetti.", I would conclude the transmission with saluting my colleague.

It was then that another colleague's transmission came through the channels. I opened my end for receiving Darth Rasnuhl's signal. "Darth Rasnuhl, this is Moff DuPorcelen aboard INS Requiem. My present ships and I are ready for coordination." While waiting for the Warlord's reply, I turned to the Navigational Officers and began commanding them in High Nelvaani. "Navigation, have the helmsmen begin slowing advance towards the storm clouds. Have us positioned only fourty-five leagues from the edge of the clouds. when the fleet signals to a stop."
"Positioning fleet fourty-five leagues from the enemy, Moff DuPorcelen."
They would soon get to work positioning my forces just far enough to avoid stray shots from the Mors Mon and any other obscured vessels while also being close enough for a swift return of any surviving fighters that go into the clouds with Moff Macetti and the other chosen pilots.

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