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Annihilation Across the Stars

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Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory

L'Assassin Noire
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Character Bio


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Location: Aboard the Gluttoneria
Objective: Across the Stars, no time to fail
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Armada Gluttoneria
Fleet Composition :
AG-INV Gluttoneria [70+|85]
AG-INV Avaritia [100|100]
AG-INV Superbia [90+|100]
AG-INV Luxuria [60+|95]
AG-INV Invidia [100|100]
AG-INV Acedia [100|100]
AG-INV Ira [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment [61 starfighter squadrons| 15 support squadrons]
NZ TIE/stu Stürmer 6 squadrons engaged [64|72] Avaritia
TIE Vulture 9 squadrons engaged [104|180] Invidia, Acedia, Ira, 16 squadrons engaged [304|320] Luxuria, Superbia
TIE/ss Supremacy 30 Squadrons engaged [464|480] Gluttoneria
TIE/dv Devastator 12 Squadrons Engaged [44|48] Gluttoneria
NZ TIE/sb Strike Bomber 3 squadrons engaged [16|36] Invidia, Acedia, Ira + 2 squadrons engaged [22|24] Avaritia, 4 squadrons engaged [42|48] Luxuria, Superbia


It was clear that by the time the Avaritia had reached the location where the opponent's frigates had been trying to stop the ackbar slash, only debris remained, with in the distance the disabled and ruined star destroyer floating precariously with clearly no power or seemingly any life remaining. The Sunderer II/TIC class heavy star destroyer was left with no other option than to return to the rest of the fleet, especially now it was Governor Visconti's own ship which was being targeted, the Gluttoneria which she had been given command of by her master was taking quite the heavy firepower upon itself, but remained operational thanks to the immense defensive capacity and capabilities it displayed thanks to the high caliber overlapping shielding systems, which despite having lost two layers were still holding off a majority of the smaller ordinances and blasts , while the additional molecular shielding and the phalanx testudo shielding showed just why it was not 'just' any battlecruiser.

Still, despite the fact Amalia had given the order to destroy the Pride and the remaining corvettes, throwing all her remaining TIE Vultures and TIE/sb Bombers into the fray, adding onto this the TIE/ss and TIE/dv, swarming the remaining ships of the opposing Imperial fleet, these roughnecked corvettes and the shattered Pride seemed to stubbornly prevent a full collapse of their lines and their fighting spirit seemled to have doubled rather than being broken. Still, by now Governor Visconti was certain that the ones in charge of what remained of the imperial task force she'd been facing was no longer capable of anything beyond a desperate act for survival.

As the weapons of the remaining ships turned onto the Claymore Class Luxuria, it's shields took the brunt of the incoming fire, with several of the overlapping layers being fractured and deactivated under the pressure, the heaviest firepower the enemy fleet had left to muster did manage to puncture through the cracks and openings in the shielding, hitting the Luxuria's port-side bow and hull, but apart from a few easily contined minor breaches, it seemed that having a few winded ships face off against a still fresh Star Carrier wasn't exactly going to result in too much of a problem. And yet, even when it was being attacked, the Luxuria and Superbia simply answered by returning fire accordingly.

Alas, in the meantime The Gluttoneria was showing full force despite being damaged and having lost the ability to use its Appollyons, with one of them completely ripped apart, while the other may have had the ability to fire, but while doing so would've most likely desintegrated due to the ruptured coolant tanks. Even if it looked like the Armada Gluttoneria had managed to get out of this relatively unscathed, the enemy had managed to take out possibly the biggest gamechanger in the fleet's arsenal.

"Fire off another volley of Warp Stars," The Governor of Corvus looked at the holographic display, moving her hands as she cycled through the reports on the damage the Gluttoneria had sustained. "Have the Ira, Invidia and Acedia fire upon the remaining enemy vessels with the"ir laser and turbolaser batteries, flank them with the planet's surface defenses as a wall, give them an opening to retreat. If they retreat, do not follow...but regroup."

It was quite clear that if this enemy was truly beaten, Amalia had no need to continue in any form of pursuit. It might have been somewhat foolish to allow or in a way pressure the enemy into a retreat, but given the losses the enemy had incurred, the loss of a few of her fighters and the damage to the Gluttoneria was acceptable. They still had to rendez-vous with Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen after all, it would have been a display of stubborn pride to try and chase the enemy in a retreat.

"Open an open comm channel...I want the imperial commander in charge of this fleet to be able to hear me," The Governor motioned towards the communications officer on the bridge to arrange this, utilizing the Gluttoneria's extensive communication suite to run a sweep over the local open channels, pointing out to Amalia that they had a channel on an open frequency now. "To the one in charge of the vessel identified as the Imperial III-class star destroyer Sovereign's pride, you have my compliments on the strategy and bravery you have shown. However; know that only two options remain to you from this moment forward. You may either continue this folley and resist until your dying breath...but know than, that you will indeed perish alongside the rest of your brave and loyal companions. However, should you wish to retreat, we will allow you to do so... as a show of honor to your cunning and strategy. This, I Governor Amalia Visconti of Corvus offer you: complete annihilation or the ability to fight another day... make your choice."

Looking back at the holographic display, the governor moved her hands, looking at how the swarming star fighters and bombers would continue their run over and under the remaining vessels, forcing them to have one open path, one route through which they could escape and leave the battlefield. it was up to Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron to either take this opportunity or to continue until the bitter end.

"Contact Supreme Commander Sularen," Moving her hands closer together, the map began to zoom out, revealing the larger scale of the naval engagements on the screen, information provided by the Supreme commanders vessels and those of the Exarch flooded new data into the holographical display, with the clear presence of additional fleets now giving an idea on what was going on in the overall battle the TIC was waging. "Supreme Commander, I should be ready with my own dealings here shortly, do give me the coordinates of where you want me to arrive. However, do note, we have lost the full capacility of the Apollyons and may need time to repair the portside one to be able to fire even just once."

  • Ira, Acedia and Invidia attempt to close in on the remaining ships under Odria's command
  • Ira, Acedia and Invidia start utilizing their turbolaser and laserbatteries
  • Avaritia is called back with its fighter and bomber compliments
  • Gluttoneria Fires off another volley of Warp Star ordinance with the intention of fully destroying the remaining ships under Odria's command
  • Luxuria and Superbia begin to turn their heavy weapons on the remaining ships of Odria

TAGS ALLY: Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Solan Charr Solan Charr | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar
TAGS ENEMY: Shuklaar Kyrdol | Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane | Zethran Cott Zethran Cott | Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Remus Adair Remus Adair

 
Major Faction

Osira Perris

ROGUE THREE
Osira Perris
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R O G U E T H R E E

ATRISI SYSTEM
ATRISIA
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The channel spat static back at her, some garbled voice trying to identify the unknown old signal that had just torn through their perimeter. Osira didn’t answer, there was no point; by the time the Tython’s bridge crew had processed that she’d just reactivated an obsolete Alliance code, she was already gone, cutting through their engagement zone like a blade.

The Vigilant screamed around her, engines howling with the sound of barely-contained lightning. Every motion she made, the craft translated like it knew her movements before she even acted them out. Red trails flashed across her canopy, followed by the sharp crack of near-miss plasma. The air stank of systems purging excess energy and her own adrenaline. Her gloved fingers danced on the yoke, feather-light, guiding the snubfighter through a wall of emerald death.

A Star Destroyer had moved into her path, filling her viewport like a mountain turned upside down. Osira didn’t even hesitate. She dropped her throttle, let her trajectory sag beneath the destroyer’s belly, and rolled. Turbolaser bolts stitched fire over her head; one grazed her wingtip, vaporizing an entire meter of armor. The shockwave rattled her bones.

“Too close, too close,” she hissed between her teeth, grinning like a lunatic. Her astromech wailed something in binary panic. “Well we wouldn’t know about it if it had!”

She cut thrust, flipped the ship into a belly spin, and hit reverse thrusters. The Vigilant twisted like a falling leaf, dropping under the destroyer’s hull where the ventral gun batteries couldn’t track her. She saw the glow of massive engines flicker overhead suddenly too close, too bright. She punched full burn, shot through the gap, and erupted back into the open starfield with the triumphant scream of escaping hell.

<<I have two squadrons heading back towards you, I’m going to cut them off.>>

The TIEs descended like a pack of wraiths, their formation neat, predatory. Osira smirked. "Let's dance."

She jerked the yoke sideways, diving through the debris of a shattered frigate. Fragments of hull plating spun past like knives, some close enough to leave marks in her canopy. The TIEs followed, their green bolts carving tunnels of light through the wreckage. Osira cut power again, just for a moment letting the Vigilant drift weightless, then flipped full throttle. The ship rocketed backward through the debris cloud, fast and straight at the pursuing fighters.

“Surprise,” she breathed.

Her cannons flared. Two TIEs vanished in simultaneous blossoms of flame. She twisted again, catching another in the periphery and raking a burst through its cockpit. The explosion lit her face in alternating white and red.

<<Splash three.>>

Another squadron broke from high orbit, too many to count, their contrails cutting across the horizon like falling comets. Osira’s stomach flipped. The scale of it all; the sight of Atrisia burning beneath, the Death Star looming above like a god’s blind eye, it clawed at something primal inside her. For just the slightest of moments her skin went like static, pulling at her senses, urging her to move.

A sudden warning tone. Missile lock.

She dove hard, engines screaming, but the missile was fast. She cut lateral thrust, slammed the ship into a tight spiral, and let her focus ignore the blur of reality around her. Her breath had become sharp and thin. The stars spun into a blinding wheel. Then she popped flares, all at once five blooms of magnesium light ignited and came streaking off her tail. The missile chased one, detonating early. The shockwave hit like a hammer, sending the Vigilant spinning end over end.

Alarms flared. Her droid screeched. The world outside became streaks of flame and shadow.

“Mother Frakker. Come on!” she barked, fighting the spin. She slammed one boot against the rudder, forcing the roll to counter. Her hands worked blind, muscle memory over thought. The ship groaned like it hated her in that moment before stabilizating. She exhaled, slow and shaky. Her lips curved into a grin.
“Still got it.”

The battle stretched before her like an inferno tapestry. The Tython’s hull was bleeding sparks; the Star Destroyers pressed in relentless formations, waves of green fire crisscrossing the void. And behind it all, that impossible sphere turned slowly, silent, and alive. The Death Star.

It watched.

Osira felt it like a creeping shadow. An awareness, very cold and painfully ancient, like standing under the eye of a god that had already decided you were nothing. Her fingers tightened on the yoke until her gloves creaked.

She shook her head once, hard. “Snap out of it Osira.”

Then death and destruction and pain.

The stars vanished.

A green beam split the dark, slicing through space. The Death Star fired. The sound, there shouldn’t have been sound in space, but she swore she could hear it; a low, sickening rumble through her bones as the light carved into the Alliance fleet

Osira’s face hardened. “Maker’s mercy…”

The Mon Mothma. The Super-Class cruiser just disappeared into a fireball the size of a small city.

<<Ummm…Did everyone else just see that?>>

Her eyes had time to scan the surroundings, her sensors showing Rogue Squadron and the appearance of a flight of TIEs now heading straight at them, strafing their position as they split off into various operations. She locked onto the lead fighter and send her Vigilant into an inverted flip and dove toward where the TIE had shot at her brother and her friends, chasing the faint glimmer green as the Rogues broke away from each other. Her engines burned a trail of silver light through the storm of wreckage that had been sent out across the battlefield thanks to the destruction of the Mon Mothma. Laser fire followed her, a thousand emerald lines cutting the air. She slipped between them, every turn instinct, every move a heartbeat ahead of death.

A shot clipped her tail, just enough to shear plating. Warning lights flared red across her HUD. She ignored them.
She was past the point of caution.

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DIALOGUE GUIDE
"Speech." // <<Comms>> // <MESSAGES> // Thoughts

ROGUE SQUADRON
Kelly T. Perris Kelly T. Perris | Garrick Silvain Garrick Silvain | Anders Halak Anders Halak
Flying: The T-91 Vigilant Clandestine Snubfighter​

SHADOW SQUADRON
Artam Macek Artam Macek | Innis Tarring Innis Tarring | SCAR SCAR | Soontir Barvel Soontir Barvel

AVS TYTHON
Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor | Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge | Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft | Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus and others​

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Major Faction

Ronhar Tane

Salvage Team Six
Ronhar Tane
Character Bio

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CAPTAIN EVAALA EDSCLO
OBJECTIVE II: ACROSS THE STARS
ORBITING ATRISIA

What an absolute disaster this had turned into!

Captain Evaala Edsclo had been so looking forward to the complete and total destruction of the enemy's fleet. Shielded from any sort of incoming fire by the large size and bulk of the Conqueror's Bane, her ship, the MIN Bastion, had been preparing blow the enemy's remaining cruisers and Star Destroyers to smithereens, leaving nothing in its wake. After all, these were forces from the hated Galactic Empire, and nothing would have given her more joy than to see them humbled and laid low once and for all!

That was, of course, before the enemy made a daring and risky precision hyperspace jump to the back of the Imperial Confederation's lines, throwing the entire plan into complete disarray.

What should have been a moment of triumph quickly soured into despair as the Imperial Remnant's flagship, the Conqueror's Bane, made an emergency hyperspace jump away from the fighting. The Starhammer, the Bastion's sister ship, had also been heavily damaged by a kamikaze strike from the enemy, and was now drifting away helplessly into the cold vacuum of space.

Edsclo had ordered her ship to immediately turn around and pursue the fleeting Empire ships before they could cause anymore damage. Between her, the Silent Watcher, the Pillager and the rest of the Impressor-class Acclamators and the Loki-Class Fast Corvettes, doing so should have been little more than a simple cleanup operation.

Again though, that was before the Empire decided to finally get serious.

Dozens of enemy ships had jumped into the fray, attacking the entire Confederation battle line at key points. Bereft on an Admiral to lead them, the reaming Imperial Remnant forces had been granted complete and total autonomy to do whatever it what they felt best.

Easier said than done, of course.

Luckily, the confusion amongst the Imperial Remnant forces didn't last for long, thanks to the timely arrival of one Admiral Squesha Squesha !

"This is Admiral Squesha. Zonill's fleet, form up on me."

"Acknowledged, Admiral", Captain Edsclo replied as the Bastion made necessary adjustments to change its course toward Admiral Squesha Squesha 's current position. As much as she would have liked to have finished off her previous opponents, it seemed that Governor Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory had things well under control, despite the suddenness of the attack against her.

Edsclo had more pressing matters to attend to.

The arrival of Empire reinforcements meant that the Confederation was now suddenly dealing with dozens of new enemy combatants, combatants which had yet to expend their fuel, fire their weapons or receive any form of damage. Edsclo grimly wondered if this had been the Empire's plan all along: sacrifice a pawn to win the whole Dejarik board. It would be a truly Empire thing to do, and apparently rather effective at that, provided you didn't mind the loss of one of your commanders.

Still, Edsclo would do whatever she could to assure Confederation victory. Though the cargo ships had long departed and the two most powerful ships in the Imperial Remnant fleet were now "off the board" as it were, the remaining Imperial Remnant vessels would still be able to contribute quite meaningfully to the battle to come, especially when working with the reinforcements that Squesha Squesha themselves had brought with them.

The various fighters and support craft that had been engaging the enemy corvettes began to break off as well and follow the capital ships. They would be much better spent against an enemy that was fresh and not one that had been essentially defeated already.

"Let's go! Double time! Full power to engines!", Edsclo called out as the Bastion blazed forward, followed by the rest of the Imperial Remnant's ships. Within a few minutes, they would arrive on Admiral Squesha Squesha 's location, where they could be redeployed against the new threats that the Confederation was now dealing with.

Edsclo just hoped her support would be enough to stem the tide of enemy reinforcements...

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Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen
Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron
Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane
Remus Adair Remus Adair
ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar
Squesha Squesha
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  1. Imperial Remnant forces begin to converge on Admiral Squesha's location.
  2. Once they arrive, they will follow Squesha's orders as if they were being commanded by Admiral Vorin Zonill.
  • 150 TIE Vultures destroyed
  • 22 STX-TIEs destroyed
  • 8 AX-Wings destroyed
  • 2 NZ TIE/sb Strike Bombers destroyed
  • 4 Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators destroyed
  • The Starhammer is heavily damaged and is now drifting toward friendly lines
  • The Conqueror's Bane is forced to retreat from the battle
Squesha Squesha has the right to use and command the ships in my fleet as they see fit.
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Squesha

Admiral
Squesha
Character Bio

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Objective 2: Across the Stars
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Squesha quickly categorised the ships she now had to command. A couple of star destroyers, some more corvettes and a few acclamators. She could make this work.

"Phalanx formation! We shall carve our way through their fleet to the Supreme Commander. Fighters are to clear the path of any fighters. Engage!"

The fleet formed up, like someone bringing ironf ilings into order with a magnet. A dozen captains ordered their crews to divert power to the engines. The ion engines glowed like miniature stars as the fleet pushed forward. Fighters swarmed out of the hanger bays, unleashing devastation ahead of the fleet, which began to focus fire on any targets ahead of them. It may not be elegant, but the confusion this would sow among the enemy would be invaluable.

1 Imperator Class Battlecruiser
2 Tyrant IV Cruisers
4 Celox class frigates

Zonil's ships form up into effectively a wedge formation.
Fighters are launched.
Ships begin to push towards the Sularens Revenge battling any ships ahead of them.


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Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss Solan Charr Solan Charr ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane Zethran Cott Zethran Cott Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick Remus Adair Remus Adair
 

Tohu

heard you paint houses
Tohu
Character Bio
Soon as he'd nicked her arm, Tohu switched to offense, pressing a step forward. She withdrew safely from the reach of his blade's next slash, and got her palm forward and open. At that moment, Tohu knew very well what came next. The Jedi who had previously humiliated him had done the same, smashing him with an invisible force into the ship's wall like plasticine.

Knowing that hardly helped. He rushed forward desperately, but as soon as his left foot stepped forward, a gale pushed him back. Though this time, it was not a cannon blast. It was measured in strength.

His feet skid across the durasteel floor, shoved away from the silver-haired Jedi. Somehow, he found his balance not to trip over. But he bumped into a rushing Weequay whose trigger finger was a little too happy. A blaster bolt rapped from his pistol and grazed Tohu's shoulder.

"Watch it, you—" the Weequay started growling, but a heavy elbow smashed his face and knocked him out cold. Tohu stretched his shoulder blade, grimacing from the smoldering itch on his flesh.

He unhooked a vibrodagger from the side of his utility belt, then cocked his head to the side, throwing an observant glance to her left then looking back at her, saying, "That all you've got,…?", fishing for a name, but mostly buying a breather.

Tohu had a plan in mind, but it was as half-assed as his smirk.
 
Major Faction

Ayra Lowe

Drifting Outwards
Ayra Lowe
Character Bio
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// Padawan Lowe //
// ANS-Tython
// Objective // Protect //
// Focus //
/// Allies //
/// Enemies /// Tohu Tohu //


Blaster fire continued to rage along the halls as Ayra managed to reset the tempo of the fight, the separation allowing for Ayra to take the advantage of the battle once again. As the man looked to her left, the Echani's eyes failed to drift but a look of concern crossed her eyes. She knew better than to let scum like him play tricks, but there were enemies all around.

Instead of waiting for him to make the next move, or for whatever invisible threat he imagined behind her, Ayra would wait for neither as she once again charged towards Tohu. Winding back her hand once again, she attempted to throw her lightsaber at the man to force him on the defensive as she charged.

As long as his phase sword was occupied by the deflection, she could manage a strike. He had a size difference on her for sure, but every opponent had similar weaknesses. Feigning a punch towards his face, instead the Echani would throw a kick to the pirate's knee. An attempt to pause the mobility he seemed to use to well.
 
Major Faction

Odria Kaelthron

Imperial Governor
Odria Kaelthron
Character Bio



  • The Aurodium Fang is destroyed by a warp star barrage
  • The remaining ships of the strike force retreat from the battle

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Sometimes the luck of the draw simply isn't with one player or another. Odria had played many a hand of Pazaak in which she had scrambled to get her cards to add up to a competitive score, playing from her side deck and agonizing over each draw to reach a number that would keep her in the game... only to see her opponent draw to a perfect 20 without ever having to play a side deck card. She recalled the frustration of such hands as she watched the guns of her Exactors splash against one of the enemy carriers, the barrage causing little more than superficial damage.

Task Force Kaelthron had fought a good fight - surely the Emperor would see that. They had successfully breached the Atrisian Breakwater, a feat widely believed to be impossible, and delivered ground troops through the deadly Five Rings to bypass the Anshin shield gate and land in Jar'Kai itself. Then, already reduced and battered by Atrisian defenses, they had taken on two numerically superior Confederate fleet groups simultaneously, and had actually managed to bloody the noses of two battlecruisers - one retreating, another left without its biggest guns.

Now, though, the inevitable end was rapidly closing in for the strike force.

Against a numerically and technologically superior foe, they were surely doomed to destruction.

"Another warhead volley incoming," Ensign Curly said, his shoulders slumped. He seemed to have moved past the denial, anger, and bargaining stages, which had left his uniform soaked through with sweat, and entered depression. As Odria watched the Warp Stars smash into the Aurodium Fang, gravitational shockwaves ripping the cruiser apart, she felt the pull of that same emotion. Her hip, knees, and ribs ached where they'd been slammed against the deck plating and viewport. A purplish bruise was forming on her cheek; she bruised so easily now.

"All hands, brace for impact," the Governor said, keeping her voice level despite the despair that threatened to overwhelm her - and the pointlessness of the order. Another volley of those neuranium-coaxium warheads would surely tear the Pride to pieces, damaged as it was already. The remaining cruisers weren't in much better shape, and turbolaser fire was steadily pouring into them. For the first time in a long while, Odria felt a thrill of fear run up her spine. This was the greatest risk she had ever taken... and it was looking to have been too great.

Always before, when she had gambled and lost, she had managed to walk away.

But this time? This time she had nowhere to walk away to.

The hyperdrive was still spooling up, recovering from the microjump she'd ordered only a little while before. Perhaps she should have retreated to Byss then, while she had the chance. There was no guarantee she could've slipped past the interdiction fields this time, though; the HIMS systems installed on the vessels of the strike force could keep a ship in hyperspace past an interdiction field, but they didn't enable a ship to jump to hyperspace while within one. Her jump, performed in another direction, might simply have failed. It was impossible to know now.

Staring out at the bright sphere of Atrisia III, Odria contemplated giving the order to abandon ship. It was likely just as suicidal as staying to fight to the last; the Pride's standard escape pods didn't have the field disruptors that would let them bypass Atrisia III's planetary shield, and would probably just burn up if they attempted to reach the planet. And now that enemy fleets of multiple powers were swarming around the Death Star, there was very little chance of actually reaching it. Odria didn't fancy trying to make an escape pod into a blockade runner.

She wasn't the type to "go down with the ship". The only cause she believed in was herself.

But going down on the Pride might be inevitable. The hyperdrive still wasn't ready...

"Governor, we have an incoming transmission," Ensign Curly piped up.

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory said:
"To the one in charge of the vessel identified as the Imperial III-class star destroyer Sovereign's pride, you have my compliments on the strategy and bravery you have shown. However; know that only two options remain to you from this moment forward. You may either continue this folley and resist until your dying breath...but know than, that you will indeed perish alongside the rest of your brave and loyal companions. However, should you wish to retreat, we will allow you to do so... as a show of honor to your cunning and strategy. This, I Governor Amalia Visconti of Corvus offer you: complete annihilation or the ability to fight another day... make your choice."
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A little smile curled up the ends of Odria's mouth - a smile of shock, disbelief, and unexpected mirth. "Well, then," she said, turning back to the bridge crew. She shouldn't show emotion, should remain in cold command of the situation... but she couldn't help herself. The player across the table had decided not to finish the game, as a salute to a worthy opponent. Odria wondered if she would've done the same in Governor Visconti's shoes. Probably not... but she was not foolish enough to reject the offer that the Confederate governor was making.

"It seems we've earned ourselves, or what's left of us, a reprieve," Odria said calmly, but she couldn't keep her little smile from spreading. Somehow, against all odds, her luck hadn't run out. Many under her command, she knew, would attribute their survival to the intervention of their supposedly-divine Emperor... but she was not a believer in destiny or in gods who walked among men. She had simply played that cards she had, and played them well; luck, simultaneously a kindly benefactor and a merciless queen, had done the rest. This time, in her favor.

"Redirect power from weapons to rear deflectors and sublight engines," the Governor ordered. "Withdraw along the corridor they've left us, and prepare to jump. As soon as the hyperdrive is ready, lock in a course for Byss." No sense looking a gift fathier in the mouth; the Confederate ships had decided to leave them a path out, rather than crushing them against Atrisia III's planetary defenses, and Odria was more than happy to take it. Let them engage the Imperial admirals now; no one could say that Kaelthron hadn't played her part.

"Oh, and Ensign - transmit the following back to Governor Visconti."

"Thank you for the game. It was most invigorating."

With that, the three remaining ships retreated.


 
Major Faction

Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory

L'Assassin Noire
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Character Bio


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Location: Aboard the Gluttoneria
Objective: Across the Stars, no time to fail
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Armada Gluttoneria
Fleet Composition :
AG-INV Gluttoneria [70+|85]
AG-INV Avaritia [100|100]
AG-INV Superbia [90+|100]
AG-INV Luxuria [60+|95]
AG-INV Invidia [100|100]
AG-INV Acedia [100|100]
AG-INV Ira [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment [61 starfighter squadrons| 15 support squadrons]
NZ TIE/stu Stürmer 6 squadrons engaged [64|72] Avaritia
TIE Vulture 9 squadrons engaged [104|180] Invidia, Acedia, Ira, 16 squadrons engaged [304|320] Luxuria, Superbia
TIE/ss Supremacy 30 Squadrons engaged [464|480] Gluttoneria
TIE/dv Devastator 12 Squadrons Engaged [44|48] Gluttoneria
NZ TIE/sb Strike Bomber 3 squadrons engaged [16|36] Invidia, Acedia, Ira + 2 squadrons engaged [22|24] Avaritia, 4 squadrons engaged [42|48] Luxuria, Superbia


Calmly, yet with a certain degree of nervousness crawling underneath her skin, the Governor of Corvus waited, trying to calculate whether or not Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron would accept and take the opportunity presented to her. While it might've been construed as a gift, perhaps even a bit of foolishness from Amalia's part, in truth it was no such thing. The enemy had been beaten, any furthering of the engagement would certainly cost not just credits, but also time, time was now reaching the point of being more valuable than effective profits, and since time was thus becoming highly valued, removing one piece off of the board, albeit voluntarily was preferred over expending said valuable time in order to achieve some pointless total submission or annihilation.

Odria Kaelthron said:
"Thank you for the game. It was most invigorating."
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Finally the call came in, the sight of the enemy's remaining ships following the path opened up by the Governor's own ships was a relief. Amalia was certain though, that had this particular enemy been given the resources to truly stand toe to toe with the confederation's unexpected naval might, this entire scenario might've played out much differently.

"Communications, open up secure channels to the commanders of the Ira, Acedia and Invidia," Amalia continued to look at the holographic display, where the opponent's fleet was slowly removing themselves and popping off of the screen. In the meantime though, the continued threat by Strill Securities under command of Nyles Kote Nyles Kote was something the Governor had to keep an eye out for. With Admiral Squesha Squesha now in the mix and effectively having taken over command of Admiral Zonill's remaining vessels, Amalia gave the order to the Avaritia to sync up with her fleet again.

"Ira, Invidia and Acedia...you ar to take point combined with the Avaritia, we will swing around and attempt to strike Strill Securities considerable fleet from the flank, Luxuria and Superbia...you will maintain our flanks while the Glutoneria will form up the rear," Turning to the comms, the woman continued. "Engineering crew, work together with the onboard AI to do your best in fixing Apollyon B as best you can. I don't care if it is just one shot left before we'd have to scrap the damn thing...I want at least one apollyon operational in the time we reach our next opponent. All remaining fighters are to retreat to their vessels and begin repairs and refilling before redeployment."



  • Ira, Acedia and Invidia sync up with returning Avaritia to take the lead
  • Fleet will begin emergency repairs and refills for all starfighters and support craft
  • Gluttoneria engineers will attempt patching up Apollyon B
  • Armada Gluttoneria will take a wide arc in order to try and reach Nyles Kote Nyles Kote from the flank w. a 1 post delay due to length traveled

TAGS ALLY: Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Solan Charr Solan Charr | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar
TAGS ENEMY: Shuklaar Kyrdol | Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane | Zethran Cott Zethran Cott | Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Remus Adair Remus Adair

 

Tohu

heard you paint houses
Tohu
Character Bio

They say a plan doesn't survive first contact with the enemy. They weren't wrong. Tohu figured she'd hang back, stay on defense. She didn't. Hell, she didn't even bother saying a word. Came straight for him. This time, though, he saw her throw her lightsaber clean, unobscured by any smoke. It whirled through the air way faster when there was no Gamorrean to slow it down with his flesh.

Tohu batted it aside. But she was already up his face, swinging a punch at it. He got his vibrodagger up to block it, forming a cross with his arms as both weapons had gone in opposite directions. Only to end up blocking air. A feint, and he felt her boot slam into the back of his knee, hooking him down on both.

But now she didn't have her saber anymore, and Tohu whipped savagely both dagger and blade out in front of him.
 

Nyles Kote

Strill Securities Me'sene Tra'alor'an
Nyles Kote

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Friendly Units:
NF-01 Nano-flares loaded in countermeasure launchers fleet-wide.
Subvessels


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Subvessels


Units in Reserve: The entire might of Strill Securities' naval assets. All too far to respond.

Ally Tag(s): Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane | Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron | Zethran Cott Zethran Cott | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick | Remus Adair Remus Adair

Enemy Tag(s): Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | Solan Charr Solan Charr | Squesha Squesha

Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives

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'Positive impact, recommend repeat of firing solution," flashed the ship's 'Manda' module in the corner of his HUD. Without needing to be told so, ships fleet-wide were recharging their main batteries. He saw the enemy fleet shift positions to shield the flagship and what appeared to be a few other critical vessels. Sularen may be hiding behind the rest of his fleet, but he was going to get that shabuir if he had to send every ship he had to haran personally.

Nyles was about to tap out the order when Anni Kyrdol's warning drew his attention, "Incomning fighters, alor. A shab ton of them." Nyles looked at the conveniently highlighted holographic representation of the fighter squadrons that were inbound. 'Swarm screen tactics detected,' chimed the warning in the corner of his HUD, the more heavily armed, less numerous TIEs now highlighted. Nyles had been focusing on the larger tactical situation that'd missed this, on seeing it however, he didn't really need the battlenet's analytical capabilities to come to the same conclusion.

"They're going to have to do better than that," scoffed Emri dismissively. Nyles agreed with his XO, but in all fairness, 'a shab ton' was about the most accurate descriptor that he could think of as well. Hundreds of enemy fighters were on an intercept course with their corvettes. Well, this was why Strill doctrine had contingency plans for such situations, ret'lini. Nyles was about to execute said contingency order to fall back into a close-in defensive formation and deploy drone sentries when an idea struck him. He instead punched in a firing solution for the 'Shereshir' Heavy Long-range Tractor/Pressor Beam Projectors present on all the battlecruisers fleet-widwide.

"Dini'la enough to work?" he asked Emri once he'd finished having the battlenet module plot the firing solution. He blew up the holographic projection, showing his plan to his XO more closely. Nyles' firing solution had each ship pull four corvettes each toward four of their six facings; port, starboard, dorsal and ventral. "Chart a course that uses this, and.."

"We move our corvettes into a close-in formation-wide defensive posture far faster than on propulsion, maneuvering or both alone," finished Emri. There was a good shabla reason she was both his XO and his replacement. "Maybe not as dini'la as you think, alor," she said, catching his gaze for a moment to convey how impressed she was.

"Well, as the aruetii say, no time like the present," he said with a laugh as he tapped in the orders to chart a course to move with the tractor beam firing solution. Nyles fully expected to receive 'repeat order' signals in question, but not a single one appeared. He hit the command to execute and watched as the holographic corvettes moved as nimbly as dancers into their new positions, launching drone sentries that in turn took up positions around the corvettes' port, starboard, ventral and dorsal sides no sooner than the corvettes themselves came to a stop in their close-in defensive positions.

Nyles gave the command to tra'cyar mav to the corvettes. Almost instantly, new firing solutions populated the tactical display. The white lines turned red, indicating the weapons were hot. Pairs of twin mass-driver autocannons and missile launchers discharged their payload, thousands of hypervelocity rounds and hundreds of cluster missiles streaked out seemingly unerringly toward the cloud of TIEs implacably vectoring to their positions from the corvettes and their drone sentries.

"New contact coming out of hyperspace!" announced Anni Kyrdol from the operations station just as seven new contacts appeared on the display. Their engines burned on the display as they began moving toward his lines. "Calculated course vector has them attempting to link up with the Imperial fleet we're engaging." Of course they were. Well, that wasn't going to do, he was going to have to do something about that. He wasn't sure if it was lack of experience or sheer audacity that had resulted in whoever was in charge of those ships making the decision to rush a fleet such as his, let alone engage it, but he wasn't about to forgive either.

Nyles' thoughts were interrupted by Gett Netra from the comms station, "Alor, we've narrowed down the hostile Imperial comms frequency." Nyles gave him a blank buy'ce look. "Elek, alor, comm jammers going hot," responded Gett. Following the Morut's lead, the rest of the ships' 'Manda' modules fired up their Particle-emitter augmented Comm Jammers and extended their ELINT Masts. The Imperial ships would likely switch to laser comms, but any distraction was another weapon in his arsenal in this game of cu'bikad.

Nyles glanced at the tactical display. The newly arrived Imperial fleet had about seven vessels, with the flagship being the only real threat, though those cruisers were packing a lot of missiles. 'Threat matrix recompiled,' flashed the 'Manda' battlenet in his HUD. The holographic representation had given the new incoming missile cruisers an elevated threat level, their obvious missile banks highlighted on their holographic representations. Their 'Araniik' PD network could likely handle anything thrown their way, ret'lini, however, Nyles ordered the deployment of their drone sentries over the battlenet, twelve per ship, three split between each ship's port, starboard, ventral and dorsal facings.

The 'Manda' battlenet was a step ahead of him and was already showing what weapons could be brought to bear on the enemy ships that had just dropped out of hyperspace and were attempting to reinforce Sularen. Unfortunately for them, the number of guns with a clear firing solution was higher than he'd wanted to have faced were their positions reversed. 'Recommend fire mode switch to rapid fire setting,' advised the 'Manda' in his HUD. Nyles saw the firing solutions populate the display and hit the holographic control marked 'tra'cyar' to give the order without hesitation.

The white lines connecting his ships and that of the newly arrived Imperials turned red, indicating that the weapons were firing. Jate, that just left Sularen's vessels. All that was left was to redirect the directed jammers and EW systems and retarget, the were a lot of them after all. That's when it occurred to him, and apparently to Emri as well, "Alor, those enemy artillery star destroyers are have compromised shield integrity."

"So we finish the job," he agreed, already ordering a firing solution fleetwide to target them. Missiles, energy torpedoes and assault-grade mass-driver rockets from the entire fleet would ideally be enough to cripple or destroy those artillery star destroyers. Were seven battlecruisers worth of missiles, energy torpedoes and assault-grade mass-driver rockets overkill? Well, that remained to be seen. As for the rest for Sularen's rear line? Well, they'd just have to weather the storm from them when they returned fire.

'Alert! Flanking maneuver detected,' flashed the warning in his HUD from the 'Manda' battlenet about the same time as he noticed the projected vectors from the enemy fleet that was now burning the long way around to hit his flank. "Shab..." breathed Emri as she looked the display. "And seems like the our burc'yase aren't sticking around either." He could see the Imperial fleet Emri was referring to on a vector out out of the battlespace. Nyles hadn't seen warriors so spent in a very long time, these Imperials had fought their fight, it was time for them to go home.

"Their fight is finished, ours is just beginning," he breathed. "Gett, comm lasers, fleet wide," he ordered. Once more, a 'connection established' alert appeared in his HUD. "Mando'ade, time to show these shabuire why alor Kyrdol pays us so well. Send them to haran!" A resounding "oya" punctuated his sentence, both over the comms and from the bridge almost downing out the deck vibrations from the ship's mass-driver missile launcher hurling massive assault-grade ordnance at their enemy.

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Ryu Jung

Shoots for the stars
Ryu Jung
Character Bio


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AVS Tython
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Allies: Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL Gavin Vel Gavin Vel Ryu Jung Ryu Jung
Enemies: Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn Koda Fett Koda Fett V1-L8 V1-L8 Tohu Tohu Nero Drake Nero Drake Velis Arden Velis Arden Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron

There was too much going on as the station was now in a panic. But the Diarchy were not to engage as they were acting primarily here on a diplomatic mission and so they were not to be provoked into combat unless lethal force was used against the. But it seemed as though all was boding fro the delegations of both parties as they made their way through the station to the hangar where they could take safe passage and get away from the fighting. Considering the senators of the alliance were also considered civilians, it would only mean well for the Diarchy if they ensured their safety to win some brownie points with the Alliance.

The game of politics was something Ryu barely understood, and under the circumstances of the vessel under siege he didn't have to think about how much of a convoluted game it was. All he had to focus one was this moment, that involved him running from a fight. Maybe it was that he was still clinching onto the dark side like a crutch that he wanted to take the fight to their attackers but Ryu knew better. The Black Sun will definitely pay if they chose to provoke the Diarchy.

His mind was wandering. He craved action, but he maintained formation. His master Diarch Reign was leading the congregation as the other members of the Diarchy maintained formation as they continued through the chaos.​

 
Major Faction

Zane Cameron

Character
Zane Cameron
Character Bio

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The moment Zane broke through the chaos, the view ahead was pure madness. The Death Star filled half his viewport if not more, and his HUD blinked with target locks and alarms chirping one after another.

"Striker Three, going in," he called over comms, "Picking up targets on our right flank."

A trio of TIEs cut across his viewport, chasing hard after Michael's X-wing. Zane's jaw tightened as he rolled and dropped behind them, the targeting reticle flashing red as he thumbed the trigger. His cannons lit up the void, a burst of plasma that tore through the nearest TIE. The fighter spun apart in a shower of debris and vaporized metal.

"Got one, Turtle. You've got two more still on your six," he said, swinging wide to line up the next shot. The second TIE banked too late. His bolts caught its wing, and the ship broke clean in half. The third peeled off, arcing back toward the fleet. Zane tracked it long enough to confirm it wasn't circling on Michael again before flipping comms to squad frequency.

"Devin, Supisy, heads up. We've got more of them pouring in. Looks like a full wing."He drew a breath, checking his instruments as a fresh wave of blips filled them.

"Alright," he said, fingers tightening on the controls. "Let's get them."



 
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Gym Halpern

Chief of Naval Engineering Div. - GAL
Gym Halpern
Character Bio

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PERSONAL LOG: FLEET CAPTAIN GYM HALPERN (RET.)
DATE: [REDACTED]
LOCATION: Atrisia
PRIORITY: Secured / Personal Eyes Only
ASSIGNMENT: Planetary Defense
STATUS: Executing

1. Situation

At T+02:31 from arrival, the Stellan-class Battlecruiser achieved synchronization with Avar and Elzar to complete the Trinity Shield array around Atrisia.
Moments after harmonic stabilization, Imperial super-weapon “Death Star” confirmed operational via planetary destruction strike on Imperial remnant assets. Resultant energy signature verified through multiple sensor nets.
Allied and rival forces within sector entered chaotic contact without clear command unity.




2. Mission

Directive (Amended):
Originally tasked with sector-rim early warning and defensive screening of the Trinity array.
Following confirmation of Death Star activation and loss the ANS Tython, authorized under Standing Order Angellus - Delta to initiate long-range counter-battery action against Galactic Empire forces only.


All fire was to avoid the High Republic, Mandalorian Empire, Galactic Alliance, Imperial Confederation, the Diarchy, and Sith Order vessels.




3. Execution

a. Initial Posture

Fleet comprised of Stellan-class, one MC-7500 Star Cruiser, one MC-400a Light Cruiser, two DP-2000 Torpedo Frigates (Hammerfall, Odyssey), and two CR-900 Corvettes for relay and picket duty.
All fighters were launched prior to maneuver, forming sector CAP and anti-intercept screens.

b. Shift to Offensive
At T+02:39, upon visual confirmation of super-weapon powering up and firing on the ANS Tython, Stellan assumed direct command of Task Force Stonewall. Issued fleet-wide call:

All ships executed micro-jumps to predetermined edge-sector coordinates and aligned for system-spanning barrage.
DP-2000 frigates loaded Broadsword Capital-Grade Proton Torpedoes (Guardian Authority Ltd. prototype). Launch sequence in paired intervals.

c. Broadsword Employment
Each weapon delivered two-stage detonation profile: initial EMP pulse followed by Baradium impact burst.
First salvo (4 torpedoes) disabled three Imperial Star Destroyers in formation “Vengeance.” EMP stage blanketed additional cruisers, cutting their fire-control nets.
Second and third salvos (8 torpedoes total) achieved confirmed kills on two battlecruisers and severe damage to multiple support ships.

d. Command and Control
Erebus jamming arrays set to “low-fog” mode to avoid blue-on-blue returns.
Target deconfliction maintained through Guardian Authority IFF algorithms and manual cross-checks with Confederation and High Republic tactical nets.
Allied forces acknowledged Stonewall’s sector fire as supportive action and held ceasefire on our flank.

e. Enemy Reaction
Galactic Empire elements redirected two destroyer groups toward our sector. Both groups interdicted by Broadsword salvo Four prior to contact. Remaining vessels attempted long-range ion counter-battery with negligible effect due to range and Stellan deflector modulation.




4. Results

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Broadswords launched24 confirmed
Direct hits11
Partial (EMP-only) hits6
Miss/Intercepted7
Imperial capital ships destroyed5 confirmed / 3 probable
Allied friendly fire incidents0
Structural damage to Task ForceMinor (thermal stress only)
Personnel casualtiesZero fatalities, 7 minor injuries (deck operations)
The counter-offensive broke Imperial momentum on our vector and forced withdrawal of their long-range gun line. The Trinity array maintained shield integrity throughout the strike period.




5. Observations / Analysis

  • Broadsword Performance: Exceeded projected EMP radius by 12%. Stage-two yield consistent with capital-grade detonation. Recommendation: field deploy in limited batches; refine countermeasure resistance.

  • Psychological Impact: Enemy formation collapse observed after third salvo. Sensor traffic indicates panic transmissions within Imperial battle groups.

  • Command Note: Offensive initiative transitioned sector morale from “defend” to “retake.” The fleet moved with purpose once the first wave hit.



6. Lessons Learned

  1. Do not underestimate legacy doctrine. Admiral Angellus’ “forward defense” remains sound even against super-weapon threats.

  2. System edge engagements reduce collateral interference. Maintaining Trinity array while projecting force proved feasible.

  3. Broadsword logistics strain. Each DP-2000 can carry only 12 units; reload requires dry-dock or auxiliary support ship.

  4. Enemy counter-EW expected. Future use should include decoy salvos to force target prioritization errors.



7. Personal Remarks (Extracted from Captain’s Log)

“Liram used to say ‘a shield is only half a promise.’ He was right. The Empire thought they’d found a monster we could only hide from. We showed them what happens when the shield hits back. Every gun we brought sang his song today. The Trinity held. Atrisia still breathes.”



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REAL TIME:

Even from this far out, the light tore across the void like a sunrise made of nightmares. The beam sheared through an Imperial battle line trying to retreat, slicing cruisers and destroyers like insects in amber. The transmission delay made it look slow. It wasn’t.

“By the stars…” murmured someone on the bridge.

Halpern didn’t look away.
Mark impact coordinates. Feed them to the Broadsword grid. We’re done sitting watch.
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He rose from the holochair, the biocomputer tracking his pulse as the command net erupted around him. The Death Star was indeed no joke, and ramping up. Time to block its path.

STONEWALL to all ships—new orders.
Form Line Stone. Move to sector edge. Fire for effect.
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No one asked questions.

The Stellan’s massive drives pivoted, their burn carving ripples in the biot’s luminous bloodstream. All along the flank, his ships answered—the MC-7500, the MC-400a, the DP-2000s, the corvettes singing their sensors to the edge of range. Fighter wings fell back and re-formed in broad skirmish screens.

He remembered something Liram had said, years and lifetimes ago on the Celestial City:

“Sometimes the best shield is hitting first. Hit hard enough, and no one gets to shoot back.”

Load Broadswords,
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Halpern said quietly.

On the torpedo frigates, cavernous hatches opened like mouths. Massive cylinders—each one the length of a gunship—slid into launch cradles. Their guidance lights blinked once, twice, and turned a steady crimson.

DP-2000 Flight Control: “All Broadswords green. Target packages confirmed Galactic Empire signatures only. Standing by.”

STONEWALL:
Fire sequence by pairs. Long range solutions. First salvo—mark and send.
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Space shuddered.

The first two torpedoes went out like falling stars, slow and stately at first, then building speed until their wakes ionized into silver trails. The Broadswords vanished into the dark, each carrying an EMP burst in its nose and enough baradium to rip a cruiser in half.

“Broadsword-1 away.”
“Broadsword-2 away.”
“3 and 4 away.”

Within seconds, the launches became a rhythm—a heartbeat across the sector.

“Targeting confirmed Imperial hulls,” Tactical called. “No splashes on friendlies. Confederation ships holding fire, watching us.”

Let them watch,
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Halpern said.
They wanted a warning; they’ve got one.
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On sensors, the first Broadsword reached its prey. The EMP bloom went off like a second sun, flooding half a dozen Star Destroyers with blue static. Their shields flickered, their guns went dark. A heartbeat later, the second stage hit—a deep pulse of light that tore chunks of durasteel into vapor.

“Impact confirmed. Direct hit on Vengeance-class.”
“Splash one capital ship,” the Sensor Chief added, voice tight with awe.

Halpern didn’t smile.

Keep the rhythm,
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Fire in sequence, rotate launchers, don’t waste a shot. Every DP-2000 fires until your tubes are dry. 7500, focus your Ragnaroks on crippled ships. 400a, screen the frigates—no one touches them.
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“Copy, Stonewall. Broadsword sequence rolling.”

Outside the viewport, a hundred contrails cut the dark, their courses weaving through chaos. The Stellan’s Hypertech Fleet Cannon joined in, hammering the far horizon with silent bursts.

And in the heart of it all, the Captain’s voice dropped low:

This isn’t vengeance,
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he said.
This is message traffic.
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On the tactical plot, red Imperial icons began to flicker and die.

“Message received,” someone whispered.




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The ships that came with Halpern are on the outskirts of the system (not in the fight at all) “protecting” the evacuation lanes (should things go badly).
Halpern in his temporary commandship is moving into the system into a preplanned defensive position.


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Major Faction

Michael Angellus

Wanna buy a BB droid? CHEAP
Michael Angellus
Character Bio

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PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #2100
Location: – Atrisian Sector
Assigned Craft: My X-wing
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Determined
Background Noise: Fleet Chatter.


"Got one, Turtle. You've got two more still on your six,"
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Hotshott’s call over comms caught me right in time. Yeah, these guys were stupid, but they were a distraction. One that almost would have caught me in the middle of what was about to happen at this point.


“Weep-booop.” [Translation: Head’s up!]


(During the Atrisia engagement — midway through the Broadsword volleys)

Dropping through the debris field felt like falling through a city of broken stars. The ANS Tython had taken it hard—one clean, obscene arc from something that wasn't a gun in any sense I want to call civilized—and the wreckage was still blooming out there, a slow, glittering storm.

“Wwoo—bwoo!” [Translation: That was not okay!]

BRED had been quiet for half a beat after we watched the flash eat Tython's starboard bow. Then he started chattering like a kettle someone forgot to turn off. Not at me. At them. At the Empire.

“Woo-wwooowow—beep!” [Translation: They just vaporized a ship. They just vaporized Tython. I will never forgive that.]

He wasn't being cute. He was furious. And beneath the beeps there was focus—targeting subroutines spinning up like a coiled spring. He pushed overlays into my HUD before I even reached for the comm.

“Three dorsal pylons on Destroyer Alpha-47 — structural dampers at 0.7 to 0.9—vector corridor through impact plume at bearing two-one-three. Recommend ingress at eight degrees negative, split-s exit.”
“Weep-Booop” [Translation: Here. Here. The hole. Fly this and don't think about hugging a TIE.]

I didn't have to ask. He'd already mapped the scar in the sky and painted the lane. He'd queued the flight lines, fed me predicted arcs for debris chunks and the timing for the next two Broadsword volleys that were still three heartbeats away.

Thanks,
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I muttered. He snorted—if a BB unit can snort—and squeezed a little data chunk at my HUD: a clean flight ribbon through kinetic junk, timed to let a broadsword bolt pass harmlessly behind me and into a dorsal pylon if I played it right.

The TIEs on my tail yipped like hunting dogs. Let them. I had three things on my mind: the lane BRED picked, the timing of the next capital payload, and making sure they paid for what they did to Tython.

I cut throttle into a half-engine slip and let the straps hug me as the X-wing kissed the edge of the debris field. The view went white with reflected light for a heartbeat—twisted panels, a medley of vacuum-torn containers, something that used to be a corridor drifting like a sad flag.


What anyone else would see at this point was almost like a slow montage: a section of starship hull turns, ragged and molten; a cluster of escape pods tumbles like birds; a torpedo casing spins and glints; a ribbon-thin broadsword tracer slices the black and chisels a clean gouge through a dorsal projector housing. Light cascades across metal, and in the middle of it all a single X-wing threads a needle-thin path.
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Back in the cockpit, BRED rationed out micro-timing like a surgeon. “Lead 0.4 degrees, yaw correction +0.02, debris arrival T+2.1.” I felt the ship answer; muscle memory synced to machine. Bank right, sweep left, split-S through a collapsing halo of shrapnel. The Gs pressed, my ears popped, and I smiled like a lunatic because this was where I came alive. So I hit the comms and called out to the guys and girls.


[Tally Ho boys and girls! Let’s show them what we REALLY can do!]
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Three TIEs braided close—two clipped the outer plume and sprayed green across my canopy. I felt the heat on the hull more than I saw it. I painted them on my HUD and didn't bother to shoot them. Not yet. Their lasers made fine lines; they were annoying, but irrelevant.

I dove toward the flank of a Star Destroyer and let BRED's lane guide me under a broken dorsal pylon. The broadsword salvo arced past; the timing was perfect. As the two waves of micro-plasma crossed the same corridor, I pulled a tiny, obscene trick—an input that should have spun any lesser pilot like a top. It was a hair's breadth move: throttle cough, aft yaw, nose up into a blind pivot.

The TIEs followed because greed makes them sloppy. Their vectors crossfired with the Destroyer’s own compensatory shots. Spark lines began to intersect where BRED had predicted—right at the pylon housings that held the shield projectors.

The explosion wasn't cinematic in the movies. It was mechanical and brutal: a sheared mount, a cascade failure, superstructure tearing like bad fabric. For a second the Destroyer looked like it was trying to sneeze itself apart—metal flung, heat blooming, consoles inside that ship going black as crew lost power and life support hunched under the strain.

“Wwoo—woo—wwooo!” [Translation: SCORE. Also, tear their guts out, please.]

I laughed. The laugh was everything—wild, bright, not triumphant but something like relief. BRED chirped triumphant, then clipped in a steady stream of engineering chatter: hull integrity of target at 72%, shield modulation unstable across dorsal arc, secondary fire teams routing to compensate.

I ran the flight line back through the debris, wrung the TIEs like a towel. Two of them ate their own shrapnel when a vent panel ripped free; the third peeled off, trailing smoke and clearly reconsidering life choices.

By the time I cleared the field the Destroyer was limping, shields flickering like a sick lighthouse. Comms were a mess of cheers, curses, and the weird little human sound of people who had just seen something impossible and decided to believe in it for a minute.

“Wwoo.” [Translation: You are a terrible influence and the best friend I could ask for.]

That’s the nicest thing he has ever said to me!
Yeah,
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I said, throat raw.
We both are.
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We flew on. The sky was still a mess, and the Death Star still made me feel small, but for a beat we’d turned pain into aim. BRED and I were on the same page—only this time his snark had teeth.

— Michael A.
(Recorded while my hands were still shaking and grinning)



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TAG: Devin Virell Devin Virell , Zane Cameron Zane Cameron , Supisy Blen Supisy Blen , Alison Sky Alison Sky
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Supisy Blen

Character
Supisy Blen
Character Bio


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Objective: Across the Stars
Location: Carrier Hangar, Hidden Path battle fleet, Atrisian System
Outfit:Rebel Flight suit
Tags: Michael Angellus Michael Angellus | Devin Virell Devin Virell | Zane Cameron Zane Cameron

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Striker 9 was Supisy's flight leader, but squadron structure seemed to have gone out the window with the utter chaos of the battle. Supisy kept close to Turtle for a while, but she was doing her own thing. As she flew through the dogfights and fired at opposition fighters Supisy took periodic looks to the Death Star and the planet Atrisia that it was threatening. Supisy's home was down there. A place that has become quite dear to her. She trusted her droid and Sora to get everyone away from danger. If necessary Supisy would find them when this was all done and make a new place for them all to settle. They were family now. But her true hope was that when this was done the Death Star would be gone and Striker squadron could celebrate at her estate with her family.

Flashing lights and worried trilling from her astromech brought Supisy back into the action. She had been juking and jinking and firing at enemies by instinct with her mind half elsewhere. She really wanted to pull away from the rest of the squadron and head towards the Death Star itself. She knew it was a stupid thought, but she couldn't help it. More whistles from her droid made her pay more attention to what was in front of her. "Alright! I'm here! And I got 'em, you can bet on that," Supisy responded as she jerked the control stick and pressed the firing button to spit red bolts across space.

Banter between her other squadmates reminded Supisy that she wasn't out there alone. That they had her back, and as a result she needed to be sure to have theirs as well. Flashes of all sorts assaulted Supisy's vision. She didn't know whether her cannons accounted for any of the explosions, and for now she didn't care as long as more of the explosions were TIEs and none of those explosions were Striker squad. Her display blinked as she was definitely taking some hits, but not enough that her shields were in a place to worry about.

Fighting turned to survival as the debris from the Tython required evasive maneuvers. When Supisy came out the other side her droid complimented her flying. She checked her display to see that the others were still out there. That's when Turtle went on his crazy run. Supisy whooped at the completion of Michael's run and her grip on her controls tightened. "Alright boys, let's gather up with Turtle. If you can do that imagine what we could do together."

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ADM. Reshmar

Directorate Officer Fleet Admiral GA 3rd Fleet
ADM. Reshmar
Character Bio
Atrisia System
Command Cruiser Reef Home​



Reshmar looked from the screen to his command panel and opened a channel to all the ships in his group. “ Break formation! Set common distance to ten kilometers and begin evasive formation protocols. Deploy Nagnol canisters and stay behind the screen once deployed.”Reshmar ordered. He cut the channel, then looked at the image of Mon Mothma on the forward screen. He opened a direct channel to the massive vessel and did not wait for a reply when the channel showed it had connected. “Admiral, The construct accompanying the Imperials is a massive weapons system You need to spread your” The channel went static and began cutting in and out before Reshmar finished, a moment later the connection was gone The forward view screens too began to cut out and then they went bright as a flash of light caused the filters to darken the input and cut the displays off. A moment later Reef home was hit by the shockwave and debris of the Mon Mothma and her escorting battlegroup. The command cruiser shuttered and groaned as her shielding struggled to protect her from the massive cloud of debris she now moved through. The cruiser's one hundred and twenty-eight layers of shielding held as the initial explosion wave passed, leaving Reef Home and her group adrift.

Reshmar recovered from the shaking of the ship as the powerful shock wave moved on past his group out towards the outer system. Men and women recovered and stood from the deck where they had landed as the ship shook. Damage reports scrolled in from stations on the Reef home and from other ships of the group, many not faring as well as Reef Home. Reshmar watched as the photoreceptors on the outside of the hull began to clear. What he saw was soul cruising. Before him, a wall of Debris spanned the entire width of the forward receptors' range. The broken hulls of several ships lay battered and lifeless. Many of the ships which had been closest to Mon Mothma were simply gone. The detonation of the massive ship's core obliterated the escorting vessels. As for Mon Mothma herself, nothing remained. The Deathstars beam weapon had struck her, igniting her many power cores before the beam itself turned the ship into atoms.

“Damage report,” asked Reshmar to anyone who could answer. He just then looked around the command room at the chaos left after the attack. Medical teams had arrived and were treating the injured and engineering teams checked the equipment, which were damaged from the Shields draining most of the ship's power to maintain its one hundred and twenty-eight layers of shielding against the blast wave. “Sir, Shields are stable. We lost several of the projectors and are on tertiary projectors. No damage report or casualty count as of yet aboard Reef Home. We lost four vessels, the two big cruisers and two frigates, in the blast. The others had been in position behind the rest of the formation and suffered less damage initially. Several ships report they have severe damage, but are battle-ready, sir,” replied an officer from his left. Reshmar said nothing and looked at the forward display once again. In the distance, the sphere sat silently as if it had not just killed hundreds of thousands of men and women. Around it, the ship of the Empire moved and fired on several other fleets attempting to engage the massive battle station.

“Captain, is your ship capable of continuing its mission?” asked Reshmar. He waited a moment before getting a reply. “Admiral, We are. We lost our CAP, and I have ordered a flight to launch as soon as possible. All weapons systems have been checked, and all are ready. The ship is ready to fight, Admiral. I am ready to fight,” said the man, visibly angry. Reshmar could imagine the man's anger, he felt it as well. The unimaginable amount of death was staggering. So many lives lost in an instant, not given a chance to escape. Reshmar closed his eyes and then began giving orders. “Colonel, launch a squadron of shuttles and search for survivors.”

Solan Charr Solan Charr
Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss
Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen
Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane
Shuklaar Kyrdol
Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane
Zethran Cott Zethran Cott
Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron
Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick
Remus Adair Remus Adair
 

Spirit of Defiance

Defiant till the end.
Spirit of Defiance


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THEME​

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Mon Mothma Battlegroup,
T+5 After Entering the Atrisia System​

Admiral Deshet had weathered the temperamental waters of a dozen conflicts by the time Atrisia had fallen under attack. He'd fought all manners of Sith and Imperial alike, slowly building up his reputation as a competent commander for over fifty years of active service to an Alliance he had seen grow before his eyes. The same eyes had seen victory where others had only experienced defeat. They had suffered the sight of loss, be it family or comrades, yet neither did they falter when it had come time for him to enter the gauntlet himself.

He had foreseen a hard-fought campaign when the Imperials had risen up within the Deep Core, yet his focus remained where he knew he was most effective. In space was his domain, alongside the same men and women positioned around him upon the bridge of his flagship, the fabled Mon Mothma, one of the few vessels that had yet to suffer catastrophically in the numerous battles it'd traversed through across the steadily falling Core sectors. Atrisia would prove no different. They would fight like wolves till the hunter found himself the prey.

The Imperial scum had overplayed their hand with their sudden invasion of the Atrisia system at large. Word had reached out across hundreds of Alliance worlds for assistance by their comrades in system, and though their arrival proved later than expected, there was no doubt in Deshet's mind that their firepower would turn the metaphorical tides in their favor. Caught between the defenses in orbit of Atrisia and the firepower of his combined battlegroup, they would enact a pincer upon their enemies which undoubtedly would force them to retreat or die.

Deshet swiveled his eyes towards the officer to his right. The Devaronian responded on cue, even before his commander had voiced the words preparing to leave his lips. "Exiting Hyperspace, Commander." Deshet gave him a nod, his hands tightening around the arms of the command seat in anticipation of the battle occuring right now in real space. That first view of battle in those initial seconds following a hyperspace drop had always brought a chill right through his spine. He anticipated it almost as much as he feared what he might see.

"Dropping out of Hyperspace in 3...2...1.."

But fear wouldn't stop them, if the force willed their survival to fight yet another day, across another far-flung system in which their presence was needed to shift the scales of the war ever closer into their favor.

"...Now."

The bridge lurched out of Hyperspace with an audible Thunk as the vessel dropped into the system. A host of smaller capitol vessels and escorts surrounded it, their combined quantity being one of the few Alliance fleets to truly possess the numbers to fight at-scale with the Imperial battlegroups that blitzed through way out of the Deep Core.

Neshet's gaze swiveled to Atrisia, to the fighting erupting across the entire system in a bright exchange of bright hues of colors across entire fields of space. "Increase our speed to Full, Lieutenant." Deshet commanded, and the officer to his left obliged the orders to the entire fleet. The Alliance Battlegroup rocketed ahead as dozens upon dozens of sensor pings flooded their systems, many of them incoming from escort and picket vessels surging ahead of their formation. His sensor officers had already went to work triangulating the largest concentration of Imperial vessels, leaving it to Deshet to order his fleet to continue steaming ahead until they were within range of engaging with weapons and fighters alike.

A chill ran through his spine once more, almost as if delivering a premonition of things to come. What followed was not the blaring of klaxons or the sensor-track from the sudden large-scale powering of an energy source at the edge of the system.

It was all over in a flash of destructive yet beautiful light.​

A bright flash erupted before his eyes, consuming Admiral Deshet and each of the thousands of men and women who had called the Mon Mothma their home for years on out. A gargantuan beam of highly-focalized energy cut through space itself until it ripped apart the Mon Mothma in a fiery display of slagged and disintegrated chunks of metal and materiel. Ship after ship popped like microscopic cells introduced to a great and sudden heat, their presence to the Superlaser, and the catastrophic destruction of the Mon Mothma, triggering their collective deaths in smaller, intermittently distortions of light in the distance.

Admiral Deshet had given everything to the Alliance up until that point, and in his final moments, he still held no regrets, other than it was a shame that they could no longer fight. Force willing, their allies would win the day, but the war to preserve the Galactic Alliance would no longer be his struggle.


The Mon Mothma had fallen.​


ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar Solan Charr Solan Charr Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick Zethran Cott Zethran Cott Remus Adair Remus Adair Darth Solipsis Darth Solipsis Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft Gavin Vel Gavin Vel Ryu Jung Ryu Jung Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn Koda Fett Koda Fett V1-L8 V1-L8 Tohu Tohu Nero Drake Nero Drake Velis Arden Velis Arden Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain


 
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Koda Fett

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Koda Fett
Character Bio

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BSS BOARDING PARTY
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Fighting onto the bridge took longer than anticipated. A super star destroyer could stand to hold more marines than their smaller counterparts. Of little consequence, with the squad able to blast through the defensive lines put in front of them. Fett lost is share of criminal scum in the attempt, though in death their roles as cannon fodder had been largely fulfilled.

Standing on the bridge, littered only with corpses and superficial damage, the Mandalorian could see the chaos erupting out of the viewport. The Mon Mothma had been destroyed, sending a ripple throughout the space between the eviscerated super star destroyer. The Bail Organa shuddered, creaking.

"Aw, poodoo!" A Weequay cried out from behind some controls.

"What are you whingin' about?" Said another.

"These controls, they're dead! Something wrong with the engines 'n what."

"Fix 'em, then!"

The first sighed, folding his boney arms. "Can't be done," he flicked the screen, "Blasted things fried, might even overload."

"So what? All this for nothin', eh?"

The bounty hunter stepped forward, "No. The Empire destroyed one of these things, we can take out two." Fett pointed forwards, to the other super star destroyer lingering in space, "Take us in, full speed. We're ramming this thing."

 
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