A Victory Lost (Galactic Empire VS. Rebel Alliance)

[Lash]

Lequabis System


Lash stood on the bridge of Judicator watching the scene in the distance. The massive form sat silently while small sparks and barly visable repair drones swarmed around it. It had been two weeks since the discovery of the Vagaari fleet which had been poised to attack the Sirat Wen system. The Battle between the Vagaari forces and the empire had been fierce, leaving crippled and destroyed vessels littered around the green gas giant Lequabis. No ship at the battle though was as important than the Paragon, A state of the art warship that was more important than any other ship in the Empires arsenal. The battle had shown the Imperial fleet that even a perfect ship can have weaknesses. It had been overwhelmed by attack craft and a weak aft section was no match for the concentrated fire from so many bomber craft. Now it sat under repairs orbiting the massive green world like an injured beast licking its wounds and waiting to be healed.

"Sir, Admiral Sala'dine is arriving, Shall I open a channel?

Lash turned and walked to the center of the command deck and nodded to the officer who had just addressed him. moments later a holographic image lit up in the form of Admiral Sala'dine.

"Admiral, Thank you for honoring us with your presence. I will transmit a detailed report to you."

Lash looked at someone off to the side and nodded.

"The data is transferring now admiral."


Objectives -

Primary Rebel Objective: Steal Victory Mk III
Primary Imperial Objective: Repel Rebel boarders

Victory Mk III-class Star Destroyer

Secondary Rebel Objective: Inflict as much damage on Imperial fleet as possible.
Secondary Imperial Objective: Destroy Rebel fleet.

Imperial Force Composition -

Admiral Sala'dine's force - 1,470 meters
Absolution-class Star Destroyer
Merciless-class Star Frigate
Merciless-class Star Frigate
Merciless-class Star Frigate

Stela'shlit'nuruodo's force - 1,450 meters
Judicator-class Heavy Cruiser
Guardian-class Frigate
Guardian-class Frigate

 

[Sala'dine]

[member="Lash"]

The sound of her troopers were coming, the remnants of the judges from the time as a Grand Admiral within the Sith empire along side Kisep was there but then they had stayed with her through its falling and the Imperiums... Then the Lords of the fringe before finally settling here just on her ship. A dying breed were these troopers as their armor was gleaming silver instead of the standard white with the duraplast. A look was on her face while she moved onto the bridge with their attention going to the details of the newer recruits who wore shiny white armor. The admiral herself was still getting used to this new body while she no longer needed her uniform to be as tight ot stiff. It still was but she could keep her posture up for longer periods of time without help... So that was good before she was movign with her intention on the bridge to run maneuvers and see their grand ship in action. "Very well send them over." She still maintained that demeanor of seriousness while the newer uniform gleamed with the duraplast shoulder guards and chest plate.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

SC-4486, Commander of the Storm Commandos and Lieutenant of the Galactic Empire was sitting on the bridge of the Paragon, which was currently undergoing repairs but was suitable for life at the moment, apparently he was going to be incharge of security on the ship until it could be escorted to the safety of the Empire, So there he was, taking a sandwich out of lunch pale he had brought aboard earlier, which was stocked with food and explosive weaponry, sitting on the ramp that overlooked the small alcoves in which naval officers would operate the different functions of the ship under the watchful eye of the captain and his first officer.

He was not alone, as there were engineers rewiring the terminals around him to make them functional once more, as they had encountered heavy damage after the battle, Some of the terminals were still functional, with an officer at some of them, coordinating the repair efforts of the ship and making sure that everything would meet the expected quota so they could get the hell out of there as soon as possible. SC-4486 didn't mind all the chatter and noise of sparking wires around him, he just needed to wait for someone to contact him and give him his orders.