Annihilation Across the Stars

[Tohu]

" With the appropriate modifiers, assuming your meatsuits are in peak condition, 0.00045% boosts to a whole karking 3.63%"

Tohu said, "What about now?" and pointed through the viewport. A station the size of a moon had just dropped out of hyperspace.

Booster Byll, an old ship-jacker, supposed to be showing Velis Arden how the pros did it today, craned his neck, T'bac cigarillo glowing between his lips.

"Seen a lot of junk out here. Never seen that," he said, smoke slipping past his teeth.​

V1-L8

 

[Artam Macek]

WE HAVE COME NOT TO BRING PEACE, BUT TO DESTROY HOPE​

Objective: Shoot Down Enemy Fighters
Location: Fighter Formation Protecting Death Star
Tags: Open


Strength.

What a fickle thing, it was. The reality of the galaxy, of nature, of anything- those who were weaker would always be subject to the whims of those that were stronger. The Empire knew that, understood that reality. It was not a secret as to their goals. The Alliance had subterfuge, senates, committees, Senators, politicians, scheming generals and scheming Jedi. Fool-hearted notions such as democracy, peace, and unity to keep their fragile Alliance together.

They were propped up by matchsticks, and the Empire had come to burn them.

Artam pulled his TIE fighter, his sleek interceptor model into position with the rest of the fighter screen. To his rear, the looming mass of the Death Star pushed onward. It was a terrifyingly powerful sight when he first saw it. He understood then and there that they were not coming to kill the Alliance troops, not to slaughter the enemies of the Empire. The weapon's true purpose was not in it's destruction, but to destroy the hope of the enemy. The willpower to fight was to be siphoned away by the looming technological achievement alone. Perhaps, after the war with the Alliance, the thought of peace could come to fruition, could come into the minds of the Empire.

Only after they purged the galaxy in holy fire, could they think of what to build in the ashes of their enemies.

Alliance and other fleets came into view, data pouring in from Imperial sources. They pushed forward. His helmet, awash in red light of his cockpit, moved only slightly upwards and to the left. He was smirking beneath it. He lavished in the fight, the challenge of the fight. He was a good pilot.

He need only now prove it to the enemy as much to himself.

 

[Devin Virell]

Michael Angellus Zane Cameron Alison Sky Supisy Blen

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The Liberator Assault Carrier thrummed with a pulse that felt alive to Devin, each vibration pulsing with the reminder that the galaxy beyond was being torn apart by destruction.

Through the hangar, he caught a glimpse of it, the Death Star. The orbital station was distant but filled the horizon no different than another moon. Around it, fleets were already locked in a storm of green lances, red bolts, crossing like lightning.

Nearby, deck crews raced between fighters, their glowrods like beacons of guidance. Devin jogged across the deck, helmet under one arm, boots thudding against durasteel. His heart was already hammering.. not from fear, but the weight of the mission, the sense that history was about to break open.

Jamming the helmet down over his head, the world suddenly narrowed. Some of the noise dulled, replaced by the rasp of his own breath. He climbed the ladder and swung into the cockpit, sliding into the seat like it was the only place in that galaxy that made sense to him. Straps flew over his chest. Fingers danced over toggles, powering up, repulsors green, the S-foils locked.

Perhaps one of the only things he truly possessed, the X-Wing came alive beneath him. The consoles were flickering, engines whining. Last, the canopy lowered with a sigh

At least he wasn’t flying alone.

His jaw was tight, but his mouth still found the shape of a grin.

If this was the end, he'd go out with his squad roasting him.

The comm would crackle to life.

“Checking in. Turtle, Hotshot, Spicy, Blaze, you with me? Fastest reply gets.. I don't know, a free drink? I'm new at this.”

A pause.

”Let’s make them regret building that thing, even if it’s just us together out there.”

Wrapping his gloved hand around the stick, the starfighter vibrated under him. The low growl settled into his bones.

From friends in the hangar, to a flight in the void. He was ready.

A launch officer with glowrods guided him forward. Fingers tightened, knuckles white, breath caught in his chest.

Pressed into the back of his seat, the starfighter shot down the tunnel, bursting through the blue magnetic field. In the blink of an eye, the hangar was gone.. and the chaos of battle filled his view.

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[Revna Marr]

Direct Tags: Srina Talon // Darth Caedes // Naamino Zuukamano // Haro Aven // Madrona A’Mia // Taeli Raaf // Elmindra Xitaar // Lina Ovmar // Gerwald Lechner // @ the Mandos with us!
Other Tags: The Lord of Hunger // Deonis Laythar

Location: Horuset System, near the Blackwall ​

It had been some time since Revna had found herself in the presence of the mighty Mandalorians. Her first encounter had been one of duality - cruel savagery that had given way to an unexpected mercy and understanding that had left a deep impression upon her. She still remembered sharing that hot cup of tea with the one known as Ordo of War, after he had forced her relive his memories in an act of torture due to a misunderstanding on his part. She could have allowed hatred for Ordo and his kind to fester in her heart as it had with other Sith that she knew about. But Revna was wiser than that; she did not hate the Mandalorians. No, she saw warriors in them - fierce and undeniable. She respected them for who and what they were. They could be enemies, or they could be unlikely allies.

Today, it seemed they would be allies - at least for the time being.

Revna observed all in calm silence, her gaze sharp and studious as she was held close to the side of the Sith King, Darth Caedes, his hand in hers and one of her legs draped over his in an open display of affection and closeness she shared with her beloved. She and Caedes were guests here, observing the ships, the Sith Empress, and the Mandalorians as they went about their training and tasks.

Revna had just brought the King’s hand to her lips for a gentle kiss when she froze in place. Through the Force echoed a scream, a ripple that disturbed the dark surface. Then she felt it, and within her the Void Hunger awakened in response:

Death.

On a massive scale, undeniable and like a cold knife through the heart.

Eyes like twin burning embers shifted instantly to Caedes and she saw his golden eyes narrow. He felt it too, no doubt.

"Something is wrong." Srina said a heartbeat later as the Echani Sith Empress stepped closer to the viewport, and a moment later Revna felt the Empress’s familiar mental touch upon her mind, and welcomed the Dread Mother into her mental space. Here, she could feel the sharp edges of Srina’s concern. It confirmed to the Disciple of Faith that she hadn’t been the only one to feel the strange and abrupt shift in the Force. Others around her were feeling it too. Even a handful of Mandalorians blessed with the Force were reacting.

Something most certainly was wrong.

Revna’s gaze drew towards Lina Ovmar, who was also with them to observe the War Games and the testing of the ships, and there was a shared grim look between both of them. Beside her, she felt Caedes shift and she moved with grace as he untangled himself from her embrace and rose to his feet - making the motion fluid as if planned. Revna stood as well, the motion somewhat stiff. She was still adjusting to the pain and stiffness left behind after her rescue and the brutal removal of Prazutis’s spinal cage she’d worn for over a year.

Almost as soon as the dark ripple in the Force was felt, there was a flurry of movement and orders as a well oiled war machine came to life. The Empress called upon the Mandalorians to honor an agreement they had made with her, and their Mand’alor responded in turn before rousing his warriors to the call of battle.

Darth Caedes shifted from the role of silent observer and lover to the role of commander and King in the blink of an eye, and though the circumstances were grim and dire, she couldn’t help but feel the swell of pride behind her chest to see him step so fluidly into who and what he was. Shadowy and wraithlike Dreadlords were given sharp orders, before the King turned and began to aid Srina and Lina in opening a doorway through the Blackwall.

Quietly, Revna observed the three Lords of the Sith as they called upon their powers and combined them to open a portal that would see them arrive at the doorstep of whatever was going on beyond the Blackwall. She inhaled deeply, slipping into the sacred space within her mind to prepare herself for whatever was to come.

 

[Michael Angellus]

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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.

Dropping out of Lightspeed is like a snap of light. One second we’re in swirling purple, and the next we’re in regular space.

I’ll never get used to that.

Then I saw everything. The Imperial Fleet, and… the Death Star.

It’s not frightening, but terrible.

“Wooo-beeep.” [Translation: We can still turn around. We’ll make your mom happy.]


I get why he said that. This is scary, but I couldn’t live with myself if we could have done something and didn’t. That is something she raised me up to believe, not just my dad. So, sorry buddy. You’re getting voted out on this one.


“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: I’m not liking this, but I’m with you. Doing a systems check.]


The fleet was dropping out of hyperspace. I’ve rarely had a chance to see this happen from this end, it’s kind of cool. We haven’t come together yet, but we will. Atrisia has to be the “line in the sand”, and it has to be drawn. The fleet was a chaotic yet awe-inspiring sight, ships materializing from streaks of light into formation. Atrisia loomed ahead, its significance heavy in the air. This was it—our stand, our defiance. Together, we’d face whatever came next, united in purpose despite the odds…


Alright. We were forming up for launch and all I could think of was the others. BRED’s systems checks came back clean, and we locked into formation with the rest of the squadron. The Death Star loomed ahead, its massive form casting a shadow over the fleet. My grip tightened on the controls as the weight of what we were about to do settled in.

[Make mine an Elba milk.]

So, I guess at this point we were just doing our own thing. It’s cool. More on that later, but this is where I just shut my eyes and thought about something that my… I guess she is my “aunt” Ala Quin said. “You don’t have to control the Force, but you can walk alongside it”.


Or something like that. Weird how I get it now and not back then. All in due time, right?


That is when Captain Halpern called out.

STRIKER-ACTUAL, Stonewall. Your sector is south by west, inner bowl. We are not your dance partner today—we are the doorman. If you need a hole punched or a roof over your head, you call ‘HIVE’ or ‘STONEWALL.’ Otherwise—go ruin someone’s plan.

I guess he was calling for the Major, but I picked it up. So I opened my comms.

Striker 9 to STONEWALL, we got you! We may not be hidden anymore, but they’re gonna wish we were!

Everyone should have been able to hear that.

Attaboy! Kick their teeth in!

“Attaboy”? Ugh.


“Chrrp.” [Translation: This is it.]


Throttle forward, out of the pan and into the fire.

– Michael A.
On the precipice of eternity… hey that was pretty cool.

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

This is where he is speaking

 

[Seela Leini]

Location: Atrisia System
Thread Objective: Across the Stars
Mission Objective: The Wounded Beast

• Engage force reconnaissance on Galactic Imperial fleet forces.
• Conduct surgical strikes on the DS-3 Orbital Battle Station’s point defenses. Create a “safe corridor” for upcoming Sith military objectives.

Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tag: Artam Macek
Call Sign: Fragile Dancer

Thus far, Seela was seemingly undetected. She had gathered that much from the Vrahlgeist Node’s feedback, her craft’s passive energy receptors having yet to pick up the invasive ping of sensor activity specifically focused on her position. While her starfighter wasn’t a stealth platform, it had low observable characteristics that rendered it slippery and hard to distinguish on sensors and senses.

Still, it was only a matter of time before that fact would change.

It was then that Seela’s gaze fell upon the battlestation as it reverted from lightspeed in a flash of luminescence. A giant, moon-sized spheroid looming in the black. It was the technological terror of the faithless—a superweapon capable of destroying planets.

In some way, the Death Star reminded her of the Malsheem. However, where the latter was an ark, the former was a weapon.

<<Abort present tasking,>> the communiqué from HQ sliced through the silence, its tone sharp, monotonous, and utterly devoid of warmth. <<New waypoint assigned. Your new tasking is centered on the DS-3 Orbital Battle Station. Your objective is to engage surgical strikes against its point defenses. You are to create ‘safe corridors’ in the battle station’s defensive grid, to support upcoming objectives.>> The voice paused, as if giving her a moment to process. <<Verify reception and understanding.>> It finished.

Seela’s fingers danced across the console before she grasped the control yoke and swept her starfighter around in a sharp, graceful turn, its nose now pointed squarely at the Death Star. <<Received and understood. By the Father’s will I serve.>> The Twi’lek replied, her tone a calm counterpoint to the robotic command.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Seela committed. Her starfighter’s Voidflare engines howled as she accelerated back to attack velocity. Before long, the sensors painted the telltale signatures of Imperial TIEs swarming in a defensive screen around the colossal station ( Artam Macek ). She immediately vectored towards them as the targeting core whirred to life, its digital gaze honing in on their signatures with cold intent.

Cerulean features bathed in the crimson light of her visor tightened in concentration as the sharp ping of the lock confirmations vibrated against her ear cones.

A deft finger squeezed the trigger on the yoke. Just over forty kilometers away from their designated targets, a pair of plasma missiles surged forth from the missile racks, before racing through the void on a terminal course to strike a pair of TIE Interceptors arrayed in her path. The moment they were away, Seela threw her craft into a high-G break, her body pressing into the harness as fractal flares blossomed in her wake!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: Gorvahn-class Heavy Sith Starfighter Mk. I

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • Abyssal Lash Cannon Mk. I (6) - Wing Mount
  • Seeker Missile Rack Mk. I (2) - Wing Mount
    
    • Voidlance Seeker Torpedo Mk. I (12)
    • Dreadflare Plasma Missile Mk. I (12)
  • Variable Mine Layer
    
    • Kyberburst Mine Mk. I (12)
    • Bloodtide Lure Mine Mk. I (6)
    • Netherflare Mine Mk. I (6)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • KIIR-24 'Stormclaw' Gauss Pistol
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • 64 Round Quad-Chamber Magazine (4)
        
        • GC-01 Slugs (64)

 

[Supisy Blen]

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

Supisy rushed to the ladder of her X-wing. She was in a standard single pilot fighter with an astromech for this flight. Aelara-9 was needed elsewhere, Supisy hoped not on the planet. Just in case. The view out the hangar bay gave the young Twi'lek a moment of pause. She hoped that her people were going to be safe. None of her household were needed for combat. By all rights they should have evacuated as she had instructed if there was any danger. Even if they were off planet now, Supisy had reason to worry about the threats to what still was on Atrisia.

Supisy put the thoughts of what was happening out of her mind for the moment and climbed the ladder settling into the seat of her temporary fighter. The droid beeped at her as she strapped in, but Supisy ignored it. Not to be rude and not because she wouldn't trust the droid when the time came, but because she needed to focus and the droid would not help that. Michael was already out in the muck. The rest of the fighters would need to get out there and join him as quickly as possible. Devin was out of the hangar quickly. And Supisy was right behind him.

Devin called out to the squad using call signs. Supisy wasn't quite used to this still, one because a squadron was a new thing, and two the few times she had worked with one in training on Atrisia she was a temp and they just gave her a number. "Spicy" was quite the compliment, so she didn't fight her callsign at all. "Right with you Sky Rat,"

Devin was waiting on clearance from the deck officer to launch. Supisy bit her lower lip in anticipation. She would deny it to anyone who made the claim, but she was nervous too. Supisy's life had been awesome since she had met Princess Junko. She had a secure home and a family. The members of Striker Squad were climbing up the ranks of Supisy's favorite people in the galaxy, but the family Supisy had formed in the Atrisian Commonwealth were at the top. Supisy couldn't let them down.

Before she knew it the other Striker X-wings had launched, and it was her turn. Spending most of her piloting career waiting on only herself, it was a bit weird to Supisy to be twelve of twelve. But that was what was asked of her. She couldn't promise that in the chaos of battle she was always going to keep her head. But following a launch order was a small task of patience that even Supisy was capable of. Once she had launched she felt much looser. There was still a weight on her, but now there was something she could do. And the targets seemed to be quite plentiful. "Alright guys. What do we shoot up first?"

 

[Zethran Cott]

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Spoiler

Task Force Tapani— Battle Line​

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Flagship

The Edifice Imperial III-class Star Destroyer Shields: ██████████ Hull: ██████████

Capital Killers

Exactor-class Cruiser "The Kraken" Shields: ██████████ Hull: ████████

Exactor-class Cruiser "Destiny's Arrow" Shields: ██████████ Hull: ████████

Screening Line

Tribunal-class Frigate "Bell" Shields: ███████ Hull: ███████

Tribunal-class Frigate "Admiral's Folly" Shields: ███████ Hull: ███████

Tribunal-class Frigate "Titan" Shields: ███████ Hull: ███████

Tribunal-class Frigate "Assertive" Shields: ███████ Hull: ███████

Close Defence

Edict-class Corvette "Chance" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Edict-class Corvette "Tapani" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Edict-class Corvette "Hellacon" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Edict-class Corvette "Resound" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Edict-class Corvette "Omen" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Edict-class Corvette "Victory's Song" Shields: ██████ Hull: █████

Enemies of the Empire | Allies of the Empire

The Edifice's sensors whirred into action, calling out the various transponders of the Line members as they redied themselves for action. It was standard Imperial protocol, calling out the roll, each frigate and corvette and cruiser letting the lead vessel take stock, sure of their positions, safe in the knowledge they had each other's backs. Cott's hands were clasped behind his back, absent-mindedly wringing them as various battlegroups, most far larger than his own, materialised to counter their plans. It was just like them all, small minded, closed off, safe in their mediocrity to defy the amibitions of the Emperor. Cowards. Fools. A slurry of words he thought but daren't utter on the bridge. He was an officer, a loyal Imperial and decorum would carry above all things. That was what being an Imperial was; order.

Task Force Ananke, under Domaric Mordane and that of the Odria Kaelthron , were present in good force, both still in excess of his own Assault Line. His main task force were assigned elsewhere in the depths of space-the Empire was vast and the growing fleet was deployed in every system it could muster into, carrying the Empire's wisdom through military might if needs be, overthrowing the savages that held onto power like a petulant child.

"Admiral, transmission from sector two. Task Force Kaelthron reports contact with unidentified vessels."


Cott turned slightly, his expression unreadable. "Nature of contact?"

"Enemy silhouettes confirmed. Governor's ships have fired warning salvos and are manoeuvring to intercept."

The Admiral's hands remained clasped behind his back, his posture unmoved even as the report settled over the command deck. He gave a slow incline of the head.

"Signal Kaelthron: We will hold position-we acknowledge their intercept. Fire no further than warning range until I issue directive."

"Aye, Admiral. Shall I relay to the Line?"

Cott's gaze lingered on the distant starfield, as though he might discern the shapes of conflict through sheer force of will. "Negative. The Line holds formation. I will monitor."

The officer bent to his console, and the hum of the bridge resumed its measured rhythm. For Cott, the unfolding engagement was one more thread in the vast weave of order he had sworn to guard and he would see it drawn taut.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

W R A T H_O F_G O D
Objective II : Across the Stars

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ATRISIA, CORE WORLDS

Spoiler: Task Force Zsinj

TASK FORCE ZSINJ
Fleet Composition : INV Sularen’s Revenge[100|100] INV Dominator [100|100] INV Requiem [100|100] INV Relentless Dawn [100|100] INV Sovereign [100|100] INV Crimson Spear [100|100] INV Reclaimer [100|100] INV Tyrant’s Fist [100|100] INV Nightfall [100|100] INV Imperius [100|100] INV Vindicator [100|100] INV Eternal Wrath [100|100] INV Ravager [100|100] INV Iron Sun [100|100] INV Storm [100|100] INV Iron Fury [100|100] INV Silent Oath [100|100] INV Malevolence [100|100] INV Harbinger [100|100] INV Cataclysm [100|100] INV Shadowblade [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment TIE Vultures TIE/dv Devastators TIE/DA Defenders TIE/Stu Stürmers TIE/ja Jägers TIE/sb Strike Bombers

"Supreme Commander Solaren, Governor Visconti reporting."

"This is Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill, standing by. My fleet is ready and able to begin landing operations immediately. We eagerly await your command, over."

"This is Exarch Von Strauss reporting in. The Fourteenth is almost set in formation. Shields and weapons at the ready."

One by one, the other major fleet commanders within the gathered Confederate Armada reported in, their ships joining Sularen's Task Force ready to engage the enemy Imperial Fleet in a great battle for supremacy over Atrisia. As of now Sularen commanded a formidable Armada of 64 Warships, the largest naval force ever assembled by the Imperial Confederation to date, a force that hopefully enough would be sufficient to win the day. This battle would serve as the ultimate test of the Imperial Confederation's combat capabilities with the entire galaxy as it's witness and as such failure was something that they could not afford.

Once all of his subordinates had reported in, Sularen spoke once more through the encrypted channel amongst the Imperial commanders. "Admiral Zonill you may begin your landing operations. It's time we bring in our troops to put more pressure on whatever forces the Galactic Empire has deployed on the surface." Sularen said, giving the Fleet Admiral from Mahporeem to begin deploying his forces on Atrisia. Mahporeem had grown to be a valuable partner within the Confederation and the Supreme Commander was certain that their ground forces would be capable enough of slowing down or outright halting the advance of Imperial Forces on the surface.

Then alarms started to blare out as Sularen's Flagship detected incoming warships. "Sir, a we're detecting a large mass jumping out of hyperspace." one of the sensor officers cried out. That was when they saw it, Death Star III in all it's glory supported by an escorting Imperial Fleet. "So this is their trump card, another superweapon" Sularen muttered to himself. He was well familiar with Solipsis's antics, before the Maw had toyed around with Superweapons with their earliest iteration having been used to destroy the Chiss capital of Csilla decades ago.

As such he was not surprised that Solipsis had constructed yet another superweapon with the intent of intimidating the galaxy into the submission. It was a foolish endeavor, considering that the Galactic Empire had abandoned the pursuit effective power projection by diverting resources into a useless superweapon from their Fleet, which could enable even a weakened Galactic Alliance to effectively reorganize their forces and mount a counter-offensive, that is if their military leadership was capable enough of spearheading such an operation.

Then one of the communication officers chimed up, having picked up something from the enemy "Sir, we're receiving a communique from the enemy fleet." the officer stated. "Put it through" Sularen simply responded.

"Confederation vessels, you are far beyond your legal borders and actively interfering in an Imperial peacekeeping operation. The planet below has offered sanctuary to the vicious Lightsworn terrorists, who are known murderers of Imperial citizens. Break off your approach or you will be fired upon."

The Confederate Supreme Commander chuckled a bit as the broadcast finished, finding the Imperial ultimatum quite amusing. He did not expect the rogue Imperials to even offer the Confederation the courtesy of backing down even their past behaviour. Nevertheless Sularen figured he might as well be nice enough to give them a response right before his Armada blasted Solipsis's Fleet into oblivion. "This is Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen of the Imperial Confederation" Sularen proclaimed as a response was transmitted back to the Sovereign's Pride. "The Imperial Confederation does not recognize the legitimacy of the so-called Galactic Empire nor the authenticity of it's so-called peacekeeping operations. As such we are not required to comply with the demands of mere brainwashed thugs" he responded.

As soon as Sularen terminated the channel with the rogue Imperials, his Flagship began to detect large energy signatures from the fleet escorting the Sovereign's Pride. "Sir, enemy cruisers are charging up long-range batteries. They appear to be targeting Admiral Zonill's cargo ships" the sensor officer informed Sularen. "Looks like those rogue imps intend to fire the first shot. Time to make sure they regret it." the Supreme Commander responded before shifting back to the encrypted channel with the other fleet commanders. "Admiral Zonill, your cargo ships are being targeted by three enemy Cruisers. Move your Star Destroyers to cover their approach to the surface." Sularen began. "Governor Visconti, prepare your ships to assist Zonill's Fleet if the enemy tries to cut his Destroyers off." he added. "The rest of the Armada, maintain current positions and stay outside the range of enemy warships."

It was a risk, sending a portion of his Armada to assist Zonill in ensuring the successful deployment of Mahporeem's ground forces to the Jar'kai in order to reinforce it's defenders. However it was a necessary risk that would also force the enemy to make a move given how much of a difference Mahporeem's forces could make in order to tip the scales further in the favor of the Coalition opposing the Galactic Empire. Now all that remained to be seen was to see how the enemy would react to his first moves.

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Sularen orders Admiral Zonill to begin his landing operations
• Sularen gives a harsh response to Governor Kaelthron's demands
• Sularen orders Admiral Zonill to cover his Cargo Ships as they move to land on Atrisia while instructing Governor Visconti to keep her ships on stand-by should Zonill ever require assistance
• The rest of the Imperial Armada, including Sularen's Fleet maintains their position at the edge of the Atrisia System
• New sub-objective Set for the Imperial Confederation : Cover Zonill's Landing Operation

Tags [TIC/GA] | Karl Von Strauss | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane | ADM. Reshmar | Solan Charr
Tags [GE] | Shuklaar Kyrdol | Domaric Mordane | Odria Kaelthron | Zethran Cott | Aldo Garrick | Remus Adair ​

 

[Reiner Ghadi]

Tags: Remus Adair , Domaric Mordane , Zethran Cott

Can You Hear The Music

The time had come...

So many weeks of planning... working... debating... all in the name of this singular moment. The grand reveal... their finest hour... Imperial engineering at its absolute finest.

It was almost enough to bring a tear to your eye...

As for Reiner, there would be no tears, nor cries of joy. The OIS was given a job, and Reiner was hear to ensure that their efforts were not in vain. It wasn't that he didn't trust the work of his scientists, nor the nature of the tech itself. Science functions as intended... machines function as intended...

People do not.

Human error was always a factor, especially in an undertaking of this magnitude. Though Adair was certainly a capable man, Reiner held back optimism when it came to any individual's ability... or loyalty. His time within the intelligence community had only given him more reason to be suspicious of those around him. With the Death Star under the command of one fallible individual, Reiner would not be taking any chances.

He approached Adair with the stiff precision of a marching soldier, his hands folded calmly behind his back. His eyes scanned the room, not giving any attention to the man's bow.

"I am here to ensure our further success. Though yes... we are indeed watching history unfold before us."

He offered a small nod at the mention of the table. The man should have cleared it with the OIS teams first, but Reiner wouldn't bother mentioning it. After all... there were more pressing matters at hand.

His eyes narrowed at the conversation between Adair and the Captain-Doctor, his body tensing momentarily as he heard the 'tooling' from the Admiral.

"Don't be so quick to doubt the power of this station, Admiral. It will be more than enough to achieve our aims."

He followed the Admiral silently to the holotable, taking note of the situation as best as he could before taking position nearby.

"What sort of resistance do you anticipate?"

It mattered little, for Reiner knew in his bones that this new weapon would be more than enough to bring any force to heel.

It was only a matter of time...

 

[Ronhar Tane]

FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
OBJECTIVE II: ACROSS THE STARS
ORBITING ATRISIA

As the Imperial Confederation's' fleet finished assembling just outside of Atrisia, Zonill couldn't help but smile at what they had managed to accomplish so far. 64 warships was certainly nothing to scoff at, and to Zonill's knowledge, this gathering of ships was the largest that the Confederation had managed to put together to date.

Which such a fleet at their disposal, who could hope to stand against the might of the Imperial Confederation?

The Conqueror's Bane's commlinks flared to life once more as Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen addressed Zonill directly.

"Admiral Zonill you may begin your landing operations. It's time we bring in our troops to put more pressure on whatever forces the Galactic Empire has deployed on the surface."

"Acknowledged, Supreme Commander Sularen", Zonill replied. "We will begin our landing momentarily. Best of luck to you and to all, sir, and may the galaxy be with us."

With that, Zonill signed off and began directing his attention back to his own battle group.

"It really is quite impressive, isn't it sir?", Captain Teren Sellferr remarked to Zonill. To think just a few short months ago that Zonill was chasing pirates and smugglers out of Mahporeem's star system. How far he had come!

Before Zonill could respond, however, the Conqueror's Bane alarms began blaring all across the bridge, sending the bridge crew into a flurry of activity.

"Incoming! We've got something big on sensors, something...something we've never seen before!", the sensor array officer cried as he tried to make out what exactly was causing such a large disturbance.

Then...everyone saw it.

A gargantuan battlestation, far larger than anything the Imperial Remnant could hope to field, had just exited hyperspace a short distance away from the Confederation Fleet. Zonill knew almost immediate what it was the moment he laid his eyes on it. He had studied the technical specifications of the battlestation and read the reports regarding its destruction, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing it in person for the very first time.

The Death Star.

For a few seconds, the bridge crew just stood around in stunned silence, seemingly incapable of comprehending just what they were looking at. Admiral Zonill was the first to break the silence.

"We've run the simulations before. It is an impressive and terrible feat of engineering, but not one without weakness. It's already been defeated not once, but twice, and each them the Empire tries to rebuild it...we'll be here to blow it up back to hell!", Zonill cried as he rallied his demoralized troops.

Still, destroying the Death Star would be no easy task, nor would it be the responsibility of the Mahporeem Imperial Navy. Zonill's directive was clear: he needed to land his cargo ship's on the surface of the planet as soon as possible. After all, even if the Death was destroyed or forced to retreat, it would matter little if the allied coalition was unable to hold the planet.

"This is Fleet Admiral Zonill to Task Force Cresh. We are to begin landing operations on the planet post haste. I want all ships heading toward their designated landing sites immediately", Zonill demanded as Captain Sellferr relayed his orders.

"Hang on sir, we're getting a...strange transmission coming in. It's not from the Confederation", Sellferr said with a hint of uncertainty.

"Very well Captain. Patch it through", Zonill replied.

The bridge was filled with the sound of an authoritative woman's voice, a voice Zonill did not recognize. An enemy commander, perhaps? Here to parlay with Confederation forces?

"Confederation vessels," the message began, "you are far beyond your legal borders and actively interfering in an Imperial peacekeeping operation. The planet below has offered sanctuary to the vicious Lightsworn terrorists, who are known murderers of Imperial citizens. Break off your approach or you will be fired upon."

Zonill and Sellferr looked at each other in utter bewilderment. Was...was she being serious? Did she not understand that the Confederation and the Empire were at war with one another? That Confederation forces were quite literally battling the armies of the Galactic Empire down on the surface below?

The fact that she had made this broadcast at all told Zonill one of two things: either the Galactic Empire was trying to get into his head, or their forces weren't quite as strong as they initially seemed. Mere moments later, one of the enemy ships began firing its cannons at the
Conqueror's Bane, to little effect. What possible reason could the Empire have to engage them at such a distance, most likely before their targeting vectors had been fully calculated?

Zonill's eyes suddenly widened in understanding. No, they couldn't possibly be doing that, could they?

"They're firing warning shots at us", Zonill stated bluntly. That was the only logical thing he could think of, save the Empire having some inexperienced or incompetent commanders at the helm of their vessels.

"We need to get our cargo ships planetside as soon as possible", Zonill noted to Captain Sellferr. At the point, the Conqueror's Bane's comms received yet another message from Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen .

"Admiral Zonill, your cargo ships are being targeted by three enemy Cruisers. Move your Star Destroyers to cover their approach to the surface. Governor Visconti, prepare your ships to assist Zonill's Fleet if the enemy tries to cut his Destroyers off. The rest of the Armada, maintain current positions and stay outside the range of enemy warships."

"Acknowledged, Supreme Commander", Zonill replied cooly. "Consider it done."

Zonill then began relaying his orders to his task force.

"I need the Bastion, the Starhammer and the Silent Watcher to follow my lead! We're going to perform an Ackbar Slash through the middle of their lines and drive them away from the cargo ships! The remaining ships will escort the cargo vessels to the surface of the planet, with the Lokis in the lead and the Impressors in the rear. On precisely my signal, the Impressors will break off their escort and engage anything foolish enough to take the bait. Once we've made our pass, we'll link up with the Acclamators to finish off anything left."

It was a risky play to break up his fleet like that, but Zonill was betting on the fact that the Empire would have to send ships toward the fleeing cargo vessels. If his main line could smash through the opposition that didn't chase after the Von Strauss-class cargo ships, the Impressor-class Acclamators could then turn around and engage the pursing ships while his battle line came up from behind, trapping the enemy in between them.

All things considered, it was a sound strategy, to be sure. Provided that his battle line survived long enough to make contact with the enemy, of course.

"I want full power to engines and shields! Bastion, Starhammer, deploy your compliments of fighters and support craft. Silent Watcher, keep your starfighters in reserve. We need to make contact with our foes as soon as possible. I can't say I like the look of those heavy turbolasers very much", Zonill noted with some apprehension.

Still, the fleet began to move as ordered. The heaviest ships began to make a beeline toward the Empire's battle lines, while the rest of the fleet took off in the opposite direction, with the cargo ships being escorted by the cruisers and corvettes.

Now, time would tell if Zonill's gamble would pay off...

TAGS:
Marlon Sularen
Karl Von Strauss
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
Odria Kaelthron
Domaric Mordane
EMPIRE FORCES
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Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• 1 Heimdall-Class Fast Battlecruiser
  • 4 squadrons of TIE Vultures
  • 4 squadrons of STX-TIEs
  • 2 squadrons of Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators
• 2 Imperial I-class Star Destroyers
  • 5 squadrons of TIE Vultures
  • 5 squadrons of STX-TIEs
  • 2 squadrons of Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators
• 1 Vilifier-class Star Destroyer
  • 7 squadrons of AX-Wings
  • 2 squadrons of Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators
• 4 Impressor-class Acclamators
  • 4 squadrons of Eightgun-class Assault Fighters
  • 4 squadrons of NZ TIE/sb Strike Bombers
• 4 Loki-Class Fast Corvettes
• 3 Von Strauss-class cargo ships
  • 12 squadrons of NCE-131/c Heavy Dropships "Stork"

Spoiler: Summary

1. Admiral Zonill arrives over Atrisia with his fleet.​
2. Zonill internally monologues a bit about his fleet for some odd reason.​
3. Zonill contacts Sularen, declaring he is ready to begin landing troops on the planet.​
4. Supreme Commander Sularen gives Zonill permission to begin landing operations.​
5. Zonill marvels at the imposing sight of the Death Star.​
6. The Empire makes a final attempt to contact Zonill, but he chooses to ignore it.​
7. Zonill orders a full sensor scan of the enemy fleet and the calculation of targeting vectors.​
8. Zonill splits his fleet into two groups. The first group, consisting of his heaviest warships, begin making their way toward the Empire's position while the rest of the fleet begins to escort the cargo ships toward Atrisia. Two of Zonill's Star Destroyers launch their fighter and support craft toward the enemy.​

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[Ryu Jung]

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

There was a sense of uneasiness as he was in his chambers. Ryu's training was focused on the dark side, or at least its fundamentals. To side with the Galactic Alliance was an interesting move. Ryu had been in the Diarchy long enough to value the power of diplomacy and that allies were important to have in the galaxy. To be a member of the delegation however was something that he was a little intimidated by, even though they themselves were the more uncertain variable in the equation that was the great game of war and politics. It was a bit too much to wrap his head around. Usually Councilor Damos Vakaro would handle political and economic matters, but he mentored Ryu on all matters regarding Diarchy galactic policy. It only made sense that Ryu's master asked him to be a member of the Delegation and receive promotion to Optio. If he was going to be an apprentice to a Diarch, then he had to do more than learn how to fight. He had to show he could more than just another guy with a laser sword.

He stood by his master and the rest of the delegation as they were going to be negotiating with the Galactic Alliance. They must've been desperate. But considering the situation with the Galactic Empire, it made sense for the Diarchy to reach out to the weaker of the belligerents because the Empire definitely did not have good intentions with the rest go the galaxy. Plus it would be good to have the Galactic Alliance owe them a few favors if push came to shove. But he was getting ahead of himself.

He was nervous. Interesting how a warrior who had survived war zones had his heart pounding over some diplomatic mission. Guess the guy was all full of surprises.

HIs master was leading the conversation. But just as his master was about to talk to one of the senators but it seemed as though the talks were over as soon as they began,
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The moment was shattered without warning. Alarms screamed across the ship, red lights pulsing in the chamber, and Gavin's hand immediately shot to his lightsaber. He pivoted sharply, scanning through the viewport, his instincts ready for a fight. The sight outside made him pause. A massive fleet of Sith warships had ripped into realspace, their formation blotting out the stars, and at their center hung a titanic sphere. His brow furrowed as he muttered an audible, "What the......." The scale of it was staggering. The thing dwarfed even the largest destroyers in orbit.


His jaw slackened, awe breaking through his hardened exterior. "Uhhhhh, Reign. What the hell is that thing?" Gavin asked, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the superweapon. The word impressive was not nearly strong enough to capture what he felt as he looked upon the Death Star.


He shook his head and forced the wonder aside. Collecting himself, he turned back to the senators who were already dissolving into panic, their voices overlapping in frightened tones. Their fear stank in the Force. Gavin's eyes narrowed as he looked back to Reign, his voice steady but edged with urgency. "What is the plan, master?" He was ready to throw himself into action the moment Reign gave the word. If it meant pulling these terrified politicians out of the fire, so be it.


Perhaps saving cowards was one way to forge an alliance.

Tags: Diarch Reign

Suddenly, klaxons blared. The view from the port- filled with the viewed of Atrisia- was now filled with Star Destroyers, beltching out TIE Fighters and-

"By the Force", Tiber breathed.

A battle station the size of a moon was now orbiting Atrisia.

The tranquility of the conference room was now filled with orders screamed and the pounding of boots on durasteel, and panicking aides. The Dirach's retinue, to their credit, reacted admirably- Gavin Vel immediately sprung into action, lightsaber in hand. Ryoshu Akutagawa remained seated. And Caelus Vire // NIHIL ...simply left the room.

"This is a mighty fine mess, isn't it?", Tiber said rhetorically, surreptitiously making sure his lightsaber was still in it's holster as he peered out the port once more, examining the Star Destroyers, then blinking as he recognized a sigil that was decidedly not Imperial.

"Black Sun?"

The station had started to shake a panic began to ensue. Ryu stared out the viewport as enemy ships had made their appearance. Oddly enough, the nerves had seem to dissipate with the threat of battle looming.

"Well master... Looks like the negotiations were short."​

 

[Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory]

Location: Aboard the Gluttoneria
Objective: Across the Stars, no time to fail

Spoiler: Armada Gluttoneria

Armada Gluttoneria
Fleet Composition : AG-INV Gluttoneria [100|100] CLOAKED AG-INV Avaritia [100|100] AG-INV Superbia [100|100] AG-INV Luxuria [100|100] AG-INV Invidia [100|100] AG-INV Acedia [100|100] AG-INV Ira [100|100]
Starfighter Compliment NZ TIE/stu Stürmer TIE Vulture TIE/ss Supremacy TIE/dv Devastator NZ TIE/sb Strike Bomber

"Governor Visconti, prepare your ships to assist Zonill's Fleet if the enemy tries to cut his Destroyers off."

"Confederation vessels," Odria broadcast to the incoming TIC fleet, her voice flat and harsh, "you are far beyond your legal borders and actively interfering in an Imperial peacekeeping operation. The planet below has offered sanctuary to the vicious Lightsworn terrorists, who are known murderers of Imperial citizens. Break off your approach or you will be fired upon."

"Understood," A simple order, nothing more. Amalia didn't care too much about how the opposing imperials seemed to delusionally act as if they were here to bring peace to some rebellious colony. After all, such actions did not warrant the use nor the presence of the massive space station which revealed itself in the trail of the Galactic Empire's fleets, looming like an inevitable sword of Damocles over the planet which had now become the center of the system, nay the very galaxy itself in this moment.

"Invidia, Acedia, Ira, shift course to screen Admiral Zonill's rear lines, maintain defensive positions to safeguard the carriers," Her hands moved through the large holographic screen at the center of the bridge, the smaller, yet particularly heavy armed cruisers began to carefully move towards the Malphoreem fleet, linking up at the rear of the initial movement made by the allied fleet which Amalia recognised as the Ackbar Slash, a well documented naval maneuvre which sadly had quite a few downsides and in her opinion, the admiral had used the wrong ship to act as the focal point of this maneuvre. it might have been better to utilize a breaching-capable ship such as the Avaritia, yet it seemed that the Malphoreem fleet had not taken this into account and thus the Governor of Corvus ordered the three cruisers which she had ordered to screen and safeguard the dropping efforts to further assist Admiral Zonill's fleet. "All Cruisers...launch a volley of Clusters forward, prevent the enemy from reacting to the Malphoreem movement."

Looking at the holographic display, the Governor nodded calmly when it looked like the cruisers were nearing their positions, maintaining a position structured like an backward sloped triangle in order attempt to screen and safeguard the dropships breaking off from Admiral Zonill's fleet, all the while shuddering as the massive missile rings upon the cruisers revealed exactly why the Tyrant class was the most succesful vessel within the N&Z line up. Like a thousand miniature stars, hundreds of missiles began to traverse the distance between themselves and the combined opposing imperial fleets, not with the intention to actually succeed in taking down any of the ships, but simply to cause chaos, to distract the opposing fleets in order to increase the success of the Malphoreem's movement.

"KRONOS, warm up the Apollyons," Amalia cracked an unusual, somewhat arrogant grin for a few moments, she knew that even though she had kept the communication outside her fleet at the bare minimum, the enemy could've easily realized that the location of her transmissions did not fit the coordinations of her fleet, and even if the Gluttoneria was cloaked, no doubt its very presence could've been picked up by any ship that had ways to detect cloaked vessels...exactly like the Gluttoneria itself had in the form of the Bloodhound sensor.

"Avaritia, Superbia, Luxuria, maintain positions as we move closer to the Malphoreem back lines," The two carriers and the heavy destroyer adjusted their course as well, still flanking the cloaked Gluttoneria as they moved to the rear of Admiral Zonill's fleet, yet as these three ships did so, the Gluttoneria would rise up, taking up a position above the Malphoreem's back lines, alloing for it's bow to slowly come in line with the maneuver performed by Admiral Zonill.

Spoiler: TL'DR

• Moving Ira, Invidia and Acedia to screen and strengthen Ronhar Tane 's naval maneuvers
• Launching cluster missile barrage from all three missile cruisers to distract opposing fleets
• Gluttoneria remains Cloaked
• Priming Appolyons on Gluttoneria
• Glutoneria takes position above Malphoreem fleet
• Avaritia, Luxuria, Superbia synch up with Malphoreem backlines.

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

 

[Odria Kaelthron]

Allies: Remus Adair | Zethran Cott | Domaric Mordane
Artam Macek | Reiner Ghadi

Enemies: Marlon Sularen | Karl Von Strauss | Ronhar Tane
Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory​

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• Imperial III-class Star Destroyer Sovereign's Pride
• Exactor-class Cruiser Glory of the Throne
• Exactor-class Cruiser Eternal Rule
• Exactor-class Cruiser Aurodium Fang
• Tribunal-class Frigate Relentless Fist
• Tribunal-class Frigate Pale Judgement
• Tribunal-class Frigate Crucible of Order
• Edict-class Corvette Pure Intent
• Edict-class Corvette Harrow
• Edict-class Corvette Palisade

Spoiler: tl;dr Action Summary

• Point defenses and flak corvettes intercept the incoming missile barrage
• Odria deploys a missile deactivation transmitter and anti-ordnance EM probes
• Many of the secondary charges spread by the cluster missiles fail to explode, forming a minefield
• Frigates prepare to fire on those charges as soon as the enemy moves close to them
• MegaCaliber turbolasers on the cruisers target the lead vessel in the Slash
• The Pride uses its assimilator cannon to drain shields, then fires mass drivers
• Corvettes and fighters prepare to intercept incoming enemy fighters

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"Admiral Cott acknowledges our intercept," the ensign - Odria steadfastly refused to learn his name - reported from his console. "Orders are to await his directive before any further engagement." The Governor gave no indication that she had heard; she simply stood at the Pride's forward viewport, watching as the Confederate vessels closed in. As a planetary governor, she was not strictly part of the military hierarchy... and the Emperor rewarded merit. She could get away with disobeying such an order as long as the ultimate results were good.

And there was a method to her madness.

To win a game of Pazaak, one must win three hands before one's opponent does.

Sometimes, that can make for a long game. The wins don't have to be consecutive, and tied hands don't count. Early in the game, it may be acceptable to lose a hand if one's opponent has to play from their side deck to win it, reducing their resources for later on. It's even better if one can tie a hand in which one's opponent plays from their side deck, reducing their resources without allowing them to secure any advantage. If one's opponent has already played their entire side deck before the last hands of the game, they are fully subject to the whims of chance.

Odria Kaelthron permitted herself a tight smile as she baited out cards from her foe's side deck.

"Incoming transmission from Sularen's Pride, Governor." She nodded, smiled.

"This is Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen of the Imperial Confederation. The Imperial Confederation does not recognize the legitimacy of the so-called Galactic Empire nor the authenticity of it's so-called peacekeeping operations. As such we are not required to comply with the demands of mere brainwashed thugs."

"An additional Confederate fleet group is deploying toward us, supporting the transport escorts."

There it was - exactly what she'd been hoping to provoke with her transmission and warning shots. Sularen had taken her bait. Her little task force was already outnumbered by the incoming ships, and yet the Supreme Commander had ordered yet another Confederate battle group to attack her; now she was outnumbered more than two to one. For Task Force Kaelthron, that was terrible news; their odds of survival were plummeting. But every ship deployed against her - frankly irrelevant at this stage - battle group was drawn away from attacking the Death Star.

Odria expected to be made a Moff for this, if she survived. She had masterminded the attack, and now this.

Well, then. She'd best get to work on actually surviving.

The Governor turned to survey her bridge crew, taking in the grim looks on their faces - some openly terrified. Well, they should be. Her entire task force, lined up end to end, barely matched the enemy SSD for length - and that was but one of the twenty-two vessels bearing down on them, though with the ship cloaked, Odria didn't know it yet. This was not a fight they could possibly win in a traditional sense, but it was certainly one they could make unpleasant for the enemy. "Governor, we have incoming missiles - cluster munitions," the ensign reported.

Odria's smile widened. Her foes had decided to play first.

And it is always to one's advantage to play second in Pazaak.

"How kind of them to screen us against their own ships," Odria remarked blithely. Their foes were firing an area of effect weapon at them... right as their own ships were trying to move into that area! "If they'd like to bloody the nose of their own Akbar Slash, let them. Prepare point defenses and flak corvettes to intercept at line 1906.11 Aurek. Fire on my mark. Oh, and inform Admiral Cott that we are under fire and unable to wait for further orders." She watched the missiles streaking in from long range, calm, dispassionate. "Mark."

All of Odria's vessels were studded with point defense guns... all except for the Edict-class Corvettes, which simply opened up with their flak cannons and filled the area in front of the missiles with sprays of explosive micro-flechettes. The Pride's missile deactivation transmitter and the anti-ordnance EM probes of the cruisers pitched in to disrupt guidance and detonation at exactly the moment Odria desired. The end result? The cluster missiles blew and scattered their secondary charges over a vast area in front of Task Force Kaelthron...

... but a great many of those secondary charges did not explode, forming an impromptu high-explosive minefield.

A minefield directly in the path of the incoming Ackbar Slash. The enemy had spit into the wind.

They would have to fly through their own ordnance to reach Odria's lines.

"Scramble all fighters," Odria ordered. The number of squadrons she could muster would be pitiful compared to the hordes that her foes had on hand, but that was what the Edicts and their flak cannons were for, and she needed a fighter screen to keep her other ships from being instantly bombed into oblivion. "Governor," the ensign piped up again as the squadrons launched, closely screening the capital ships, "their landers are breaking off with an escort to make a break for the planet's surface. And we're picking up something... something big..."

Odria pursed her lips. She had very much hoped to prevent enemy reinforcements from reaching the ground... but now, outnumbered so incredibly heavily, she saw that there was no chance to both survive this onslaught and intercept the cargo ships. The sensor readings she was getting were hazy, but if her intuition was right, there was a cloaked Super Star Destroyer moving in against her battle group. What an incredible overcommitment of Confederate resources! It certainly meant she had lost this hand of Pazaak... but that was a lot of side deck played.

And there were still more hands in the game, more cards left in her side deck.

She had drawn the SSD away from the Death Star, and that was a small - and likely fatal - victory.

"Let the transports go," the Governor ordered, the words tasting bitter in her mouth. At least the enemy was dividing their forces somewhat to protect the landers; that would give Odria a little time in which she was not facing their full might all at once. "Concentrate fire on the tip of their spear." It was the best way to defeat an Akbar Slash - to destroy the lead vessel, or at least force it to break off. And Odria had an excellent tool for the task - her trio of Exactor-class Cruisers, arranged in a triangle formation with overlapping fields of fire.

The megacaliber turbolasers of the Exactors had been designed to punch above their weight class.

Against cruisers or frigates, they were slow and clumsy. Against Star Destroyers and Battle Cruisers, they were lethal.

The guns were charged, ready to unleash punishing volleys - three massive guns designed specifically to punch through capital-grade shields and armor, all focused on the lead enemy ship. "Frigates, target the disabled secondary charges," Kaelthron ordered. The leftovers from the cluster missile barrage, drifting in front of Task Force Kaelthron like the outline of a hemisphere, were fully between them and the oncoming Akbar Slash... and the frigates could use their guns to blow those charges as soon as the enemy vessels began to pass them.

"The Pride will soften them up. Target them with the assimilator cannon. Follow up with mass drivers."

They were going to meet this oncoming fleet, trying to punch through them, with a fist to the face.

"Execute." The outnumbered task force belched forth a volley of defiant fire...

 

[Koda Fett]

OBJ 2
BSS BOARDING PARTY

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The Black Sun shuttles cut across the space between their pirate fleets and the super star destroyer, cannon fire thundering around them on either side - intensifying as the shuttles continued to near, with one erupting into an explosion that claimed the lives of all onboard. Once more, the pilots shouted something coarse and rough in Huttese as the starfighter screen peeled off from the assault, having breached the Tython's hangar.

Scrambling marine forces flooded in to repel the assault, with the shuttle ramps lowering and a horde of criminals spilling out onto the hangar floor.

A shot pinged off of Fett's breastplate, careening off into an Aqualish beside him. He rushed out of the ramp, shooting at the defenders.

Nero Drake - Velis Arden - V1-L8 - Tohu - IG-44 - Razmir Tezhyn - Diarch Reign - Tiber Septimus - Arsenio Tagge - Ayra Lowe - Marek Bancroft - Caelus Vire // NIHIL - Gavin Vel - Ryu Jung​

 

[Solan Charr]

Spoiler

Cruiser Strike Group Hilts

Valfodr Class Battlecruiser - The Defiance
Damage 0%
Strike Craft Losses:
None

Spoiler

• 35 Squadrons of Fighters/Bombers (Squadron Sizes Vary per vessel type)
  • Wyvern Class Heavy Assault Starfighter x15 Squadrons
  • Apollo Class Interceptors x10 Squadrons
  • Scurrg H-9 Bombers x10 Squadrons
• 15 Support Craft Squadrons
  • Umbra Class Dropships x11 Squadrons
  • Gas Skimmers x2 Squadrons
  • Mineral Extractors x2 Squadrons

Infernus Class Heavy Cruiser - Star of Kesh
Damage 0%
Strike Craft Losses:
None​

• 3 Squadrons of Fighters/Bombers (Standard 12 Fighters/Bombers per squadron, Standard Options below)
  • Apollo Class Interceptors x2 Squadrons
  • Scurrg H-9 Bombers x1 Squadron
• 4 Squadron of Dropships/Gunships (Standard 4 Dropships/Gunships per Squadron, Standard Options below)
  • Umbra Class Dropships
• 2 Squadrons of Drop pods/Boarding Pods (Standard 8 Drop Pods/Boarding Pods per Squadron, Standard Options Below)
  • Shard Class droppods

Hellfire Missile Cruiser - Ruination of Dreypa
Damage0%

Hellfire Missile Cruiser - Uvak's Cry
Damage: 0%​

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Solan had been placed in the defense of the Tython Star Defender, a duty that suited him for the moment as he had been avoiding offensive combat for some time after the battle of Arkania. Even now as he sat within the garden that was housed within his ship, a greenhouse to help him center himself and keep from falling deeper into the dark side of the Force. After all, his carelessness had resulted in the injury of an ally, and while they had been careless in their own actions,

His thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the voice of a certain AI, the voice of Project Adam alerting him to the arrival of enemy forces in the system, a fact he would look down to his personal datapad to verify. Already the defensive forces of the planet had kicked into action, but the Imperials had thought ahead and were already acting to destroy the Shield Gate protecting the planet.

The rapid changing situation left him uncertain and thinking about what his duties were. He was here to oversee the protection of the diplomatic parties on the Tython, nothing more, nothing less, and involving himself with the ground campaign could only cause issues. After all, his Droids were still being repaired withing The Defiance's factories, a fact that left him uncertain of his actions at first but soon it became clear what his purpose was.

The information was a mess though, multiple fleets from varying origin and IFFs arriving in system along with a colossal battlestation that fits the information that had been disseminated through the GADF's upper ranks. This meant it was likely the super weapon that was finally ready for deployment, a fact that worried him greatly.

If such a weapon was fired on Atrisia...

His thoughts were banished to the back of his mind for the moment, the thought of that vast quantity of death and his place so close to it was a concerning thought. He had gone to great efforts to avoid falling into that kind of situation, but it seemed his efforts would possibly be for nothing in the end.

All of that was cut short when he finally arrived to the bridge, Keshiri, Human and Red Sith, natives from Kesh's population along with a few others who had signed onto the planet's naval forces after having migrated to the planet surrounded Solan. His hands crossing behind his back while he moved to the central strategic display, a map of the system pulled up and the AI 'Project Adam' had already begun issuing orders and preparation for the Tython and its personal defense force to be pulled out of the system.

The infiltration of the enemy onto the Super Star Destroyer not known yet to the bridge crew of The Defiance.

"Adam, I am assuming command. Organize a message out to Reshmar and the 10th Sector Armada. The Enemy has made their move, and we will need as many forces here as possible. Its now or never..." He then turned his gaze towards the information that was being gathered for him on the ships arriving in the system, studying the information and noticing the mention that Marlon Sularen 's forces had arrived on the outer edges of the Atrisian System.

The Imperial Confederation was a government that Solan himself was sympathetic to, to a degree. They were the closest government that could be called on in defense of his people should another threat like the Brynadul arrive over the skies of his home. He trusted them only to a certain point and their arrival alongside the arrival of the Galactic Empire and its superweapon did not bode well. Especially when more vessels arrived, those being the ones under the command of Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory .

If they were enemies, then he needed to know immediately, a task that he could giver to the AI.

"Adam, verify the intentions of the Imperial Forces, even if it means hijacking their comms systems." He trusted the AI to do the rest. It had been designed to operate and handle decisions and tasks like this. For it, the Battlefield was the only suitable home.

While it handled that though, his attention turned towards the forces that had arrived with the Battlestation.

Zethran Cott 's contingent in particular, a force that he carefully studied as it was pulled up on the sitaution center. It was the closest of the Galactic Empire's detachments, likely meant to strike at the Tython if it got the chance, something Solan would have to intercept and stop before it could happen. While the Tython was an impressive ship, and a Starhawk had been granted as protection for the Tython, the ships were not to be part of this battle if it could be avoided, needed for far greater tasks.

And this task meant he needed to ask the worst of his people who followed him to defend the Alliance and its ideals.

"All hands aboard The Defiance, Star of Kesh, Ruination of Dreypa, and Uvak's Cry. Our duties today are simple, we will halt the further aggression of the Imperial Forces in this system. We must deal a blow and push to support the destruction of the enemy Battlestation, there is no other choice in this matter. I thank you for your trust in me my people, and I will ensure that any of us who fall today are properly honored and remembered." He did not need to say more, his people were a culture that had been cultivated by the Sith for Warfare, and had been freed to utilize that history to protect rather than subjugate.

"Adam, I need that SOS out immediately, get any additional forces from Fondor and the surrounding systems here immediately, and open communication with the Imperial Confederacy's Forces." The message that had been broadcasted by Marlon Sularen was only now appearing on his command console, a name that brought one course of action.

"And, inform the Confederacy that Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen is to present himself once the Galactic Empire has been dealt with, to be properly tried for his actions. The Confederacy has seen fit to grant the man command of a fleet, but that does not mean he is pardoned of his crimes. The Empire is a greater threat, one that is a danger for his people and the Alliance, so until it is dealt with, our forces are to grant him support." It was a mixed message of course, but Sularen had presented himself to the Alliance, and act that would see action if given the chance.


Action Summary:

Spoiler

• Defensive Fleet near the Tython Star Defender has moved into position to intercept Zethran Cott 's forces, as well as any others who need an opponent.
• Call for reinforcements pushed through the Alliance's net, calling for ADM. Reshmar 's arrival.
• Acknowledgement of Imperial Confederacy arrival as allies, sending coordination codes and information to Marlon Sularen Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory and Karl Von Strauss , followed by the order/request that Sularen surrender himself once the Empire has been stopped.
• No knowledge of Sith or Mandalorian ships at this moment, waiting for additional information.

 

[Zane Cameron]

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Zane felt the carrier's last roar beneath him as he punched the throttle and climbed into the sky.

The Death Star loomed on the horizon, huge and threatening, and every ship around it felt smaller for a heartbeat. He let the moment pass, then let the work take over. Flight systems green, weapon banks armed, nav locked to the rendezvous vector. Formation lights blinked in the periphery as pilots checked in and carved their places into the vacuum of space.

He caught Devin on the comm with that same crooked grin they'd traded on the deck and returned it with a nod the other man could probably hear.

"Striker 3, standing by," he said into the squad channel. "Holding formation, for now. Let's hit them hard."

Devin Virell Michael Angellus Supisy Blen Alison Sky​

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Giju System
Giju Low Orbit
Command Star Cruiser Reef Home​

Reshmar looked at the hologram of the system of Giju. hundreds of ships had assembled there after the general evacuation order had been sent out to all Core worlds. At the center of the massive collection of starships sat the Mon Mothma. A massive Star Defender grade ship with what remained of her battle group. Around her various warships sat in varying degree of damage. Many crippled and not combat effective. Multiple had barely made it to the system limping along on pure spit to get their crews and passengers to safety. Several of the ships had been towed away to the far side of the system too damaged to repair. Reshmar zoomed in on the collection of battered hulks seeing small flashes of light from around and inside their shattered hulls. Salvage work had begun on the ships almost as soon as they had arrived in the system. The ships that were battle capable still needed repairs and the few systems that were intact among the decommissioned group were much needed for their repair.

“Admiral, Mon Mothma has sent word,”said the communications section commander. “Put it through to my panel Commander” answered Reshmar. The data loaded onto the display indicated that Mon Mothma had completed unloading the refugees she had transported to Giju. Reshmar continued to read the report from 10th sector Armadas acting commander. At some point Reshmar gave up reading and stood from his command chair. “Captain, I am going to return to my quarters and get some rest,” said Reshmar. He had been on duty far longer than he was supposed to have been. The ships doctor had already administered stimulants to keep him going and Reshmar knew he did not need a second round.

Reshmar had managed to get three hours of sleep before he was awakened by the ships Captain. “Admiral, Priority transmission, I am sending it to your personnel communicator,” said the coms officer. Reshmar sat up shaking off the groggy feeling from being awaken so soon after he went to sleep and pressed the com button. An image of the AI ADAM appeared and began speaking. Reshmar listened to the message and turned to put his feet on the deck of Reef Home and stopped. This was not a good time. Half the ships around Giju were still unloading refugees. Hope would not be cleared to leave anytime soon and if he were to go to Atrisia she and a defensive force would have to be left to protect her and the other ships during the relocation of the refugees. Reshmar had gotten dressed and stood to leave his quarters when he got another message. Reshmar opened the channel to reveals the 10th Armada's commander. “Admiral Reshmar, The Mon Mothma will be departing with her group in an hour. I want you to prepare to accompany the 10th with as many ships as you can muster. Leave a force here to protect the system and be ready to depart by then.” said the Admiral. Reshmar nodded then replied. “Many of my group are still under repairs. I can form what ships I have combat effective into a force and accompany you.” Reshmar paused and turned to the Reef Homes Captain’ “Captain, how many ships can we have ready to jump in one hour” Reshmar asked. The captain looked over his panel and replied “Sir, We could take Reef Home and a standard battle Squadron. Everything else would slow us down.” replied the office. Reshmar nodded then turned back to the image of the Admiral. “We will be ready Admiral,” said Reshmar to the man then watching as he nodded and closed the channel.

Across the group starships began for rapid deployment, Last minute supplies and attack craft were transferred from the more damage vessels, which could not go, Pilots and crew were transferred to bring the ships which would be deploying up to full crew status. The hour went by in what seemed like a minute and the massive form of Mon Mothma began to move with her escorts into jump position. “Captain, form the group into Chevron formation and bring us into position fifty kilometers behind Mon Mothma. Sync our hyperdrive computer to Mon Mothma and prepare to jump,” ordered Reshmar. The officer nodded in an affirmative and began giving orders. Reshmar looked at the holoimage of Mon Mothma and her group. Once again he and his group were going into battle. His people had no idea of the rumored weapon and Reshmar for once was uncertain about going into battle. He would face whatever this new weapon was and fight it as best he can.


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

 

[Tohu]

Tohu hurried down the shuttle ramp, his personal shield flickering as blaster bolts grazed him. He fired back, darting toward the nearest bulkhead for cover. He was grinning now, but he felt fear crawling up his spine, locking into a death match with the adrenaline rush coursing through his veins. Firsts, all in one day: the dirtiest Pure Sabacc he'd ever seen, and now this. Tohu had spent his life in the gutters of Nar Shaddaa, blasting and stabbing, but he'd never imagined he'd one day end up in an actual battlefield. Nothing compared.

He glanced back at the shuttles where Black Sun thugs were still spilling out. Blaster bolts were flying everywhere; not an inch of air was spared. He saw Fett in the middle of it all, red bolts bouncing off his armor, strolling forward, strolling like that night at Skeevi's, like it was just a simple job. Fett was that cool, had ice for blood, and Tohu drank it all up -- that cold-blooded presence, that unfazed aura, and he felt his nerves relax, his grip on the pistol loosen, and his mind's cogs turn smoother.

Tohu understood there wasn't much to gain here, nothing much to offer, either. Many would die here, blasted to smithereens by the Alliance's hacks who seemed hellbent on sweeping the hangar clean of the Syndicate pest. He looked around till he saw a few other Black Sun goons already ahead with his own plan: they were snaking their way out of the hangar through a small corridor to his right. He followed them into the depths of the ship.

They were more than a dozen when their journey through the belly of the massive vessel began; now, they were only a handful, standing sweating, panting, blood dripping down their forms, in front of a solid blast door. Some slicer, got shot dead a deck below, had found out there was a meeting taking place right behind these doors -- a meeting of dignitaries, or as Tohu would understand it: bounties.

One of the goons who swore he knew demolitions moved past Tohu and set a detonation charge, swearing it would work. A minute passed, nothing happened, so the self-proclaimed bomb engineer went up to the door, fiddled with the charge, and it exploded in his face, but along with it so did the blast door.

Tohu stepped through the smoke and dust, a wild, satisfied grin on his face and his phase-blade drawn, saying:

"Ladies. Gentlemen. You have eaten well."

Now it's our turn.

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Koda Fett - Mauve du Vain - Nero Drake - Velis Arden - V1-L8 - IG-44 - Razmir Tezhyn - Diarch Reign - Tiber Septimus - Arsenio Tagge - Marek Bancroft - Caelus Vire // NIHIL Gavin Vel Ryu Jung

ENGAGING(to be married): Ayra Lowe

OOC note// to Diarchy and co: we agreed with Ayra to start our duel early, hence jumping ahead to start it. They will yeet Tohu away from this scene in their next post, so we can have our 1v1 scene.​

 

[Michael Angellus]

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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.

I don’t know what it is about me, but sometimes the only way through is to do something really stupid.

Case in point: today I made a Star Destroyer shoot itself.

I made my way out of the launch bay and immediately went after a flight of attacking Ties on my own. I knew I wouldn’t take them all down, but I could at least let them fly away to regroup.

Then, we were locked in with a wave of TIEs when the big one decided to get personal, and I don’t mean with turbolasers at long range. They started painting our entire sector, point-defense blazing like they thought they were going to swat us like flies. I probably should have pulled wide, regrouped, played it safe. But my gut said otherwise.

So, yeah. I dove straight at it.

“Wooo-bwoo!” [Translation: Do I look like I have a death wish? Because I don’t. You do.]

I told him to cover me. Someone on squadron comms asked what exactly they were covering me for(I didn’t pick up on who, but I think it was the hot Zeltron from “Dominatrix” flight… man Evran Myles is a lucky guy… shut up Michael… this is being recorded… anyway…) she asked me and... and, well… it slipped out.

Something really stupid.

That’s going to stick, isn’t it?

I threaded through their point-defense fire. It wasn’t pretty, but the old Angellus instincts took over — jukes, cuts, rolls, half-throttle into a pivot turn. It wasn’t about hitting them, it was about making them miss me. Over and over until their own guns couldn’t keep up with me.

And then one of their heavy cannons fired a second too late. Bolt tore across their dorsal mounts, touched off a chain reaction, and half their defensive arc went up in a fireball.

The comms exploded. I think someone actually cheered mid-dogfight. All I could think was: did that just happen?

I skimmed the Destroyer’s belly so close I could see the troopers in the viewports staring at me like I was insane. Honestly? They weren’t wrong.

“Wooo…” [Translation: I hate you. Never do that again.]

I told him that was exactly the problem.

Because here’s the truth: I can’t not do it. It’s not about showing off. It’s not about trying to be my father, or my mother, or my grandfather. It’s just who I am in the cockpit. That crazy maneuver? That was me walking alongside the Force, just like Aunt Ala once told me I could. Not controlling it, just… being in step with it.

And maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s reckless. But today, over Atrisia, it saved lives.

– Michael A.
“Something really stupid.”

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