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Annihilation Across the Stars



The shrill of alarms had driven the chamber into chaos, but most of the major delegates of the GA surprisingly did a good job keeping their cool. It was a fact that Ryoshu would remember of their culture. Most were probably ex-military. Those that were not you could figure were scientists, planetary governors... or rich. Yet, who was she to judge. She knew that life as the princess of Paradisum.

Ryoshu followed in Reign and the senator Tiber's wake after the explosion that rocked the meeting area, with the same serenity she had worn during the meeting before the alarms began. As Reign easily swatted away blaster bolts, one hand slipped from her sleeve to cup a thin device that she brought to her lips. A stem of smoke, the ember glow soft against the crimson strobes. She drew once, slow and unhurried, letting the haze curl and vanish behind her lips. "Worst. Raiders. Ever."

The mask of the Chancellor of Culture fell away. No more polite restraint, no more tempered words.

She drifted a pace to the side of Reign, unconcerned with the senators spilling toward safety, unconcerned with the Jedi trying to guard the hall. Her crimson eyes locked unto the pirates now ahead of her.

When one of the raiders burst through the smoke, Ryoshu's odachi slid free in a single breath, its long edge whispering through the man before his cry could even reach its peak. Two halves toppled to the deck in the same instant the blade returned to its scabbard. The motion had been so quick, so precise, that the faint click of steel resheathing was the only sound left to mark it.

She exhaled a veil of smoke into the air and resumed her steady walk, as though nothing had happened at all.

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ALLIES - Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL Gavin Vel Gavin Vel Ryu Jung Ryu Jung Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge Diarch Reign Diarch Reign
ENEMIES - V1-L8 V1-L8 Velis Arden Velis Arden Koda Fett Koda Fett Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn Tohu Tohu IG-44 IG-44 Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain Nero Drake Nero Drake Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill
 

Armor - Phantom Skin" Infiltration Armor - NIHIL (Never worn under the Caelus persona)

Nihil moved through the ductwork. Moving like a shadow that knew the blueprint by heart... that was because in real time the Diarchy's intelligence agency - the Network - was feeding him most likely directions based on previous Galactic Alliance reports. His shoulder plates whispered against the ribbed interior, a tiny fiber-optic feed draped along his collar to the port at his wrist. Nihil was listening, counting, making reports.

By following the seams of the ship he found a smashed maintenance hatch that led to a kitchen. Taking a grate he moved into a service crawl underneath, moving to alerted breach points underneath the shuffle of footsteps. Arriving at the most intensive firing entry point he watched the enemy funnel out of the shuttle like rats. Through his travel from the conference room to the hanger he had noted several important enemy positions and their intent.

Pressing a button on his ear he reached out directly to Diarch Reign over a secure Silentarii network line that was reserved for the Diarch's themselves. "Special agent NIHIL." Reign would know who the man was. Who his father was...

"My lord. Positions as follows.

-Hangar A (Primary breach): Hostile boarding force concentrated at intake A - estimated 2 dozen hostile combatants, led from the ramp by a tall beskar-clad operator.

- Inner service corridors (port side): Multiple splinter groups moving in two-man and four-man teams, pushing toward maintenance access points that feed the central concourse. There are multiple groups near the meeting chamber my lord.

- Dorsal service shafts: A tracked group is attempting to snake through service shafts toward command systems; they move slow and quiet, I counted three with slicer rigs. If they reach routing consoles they'll slice bulk comms and complicate evacuation vectors.


- Starboard maintenance ladder runs (aft): Two small teams (3–5 each) escorting a heavier element, probable demolition pack, moving aft toward engineering access. They smell of smoke and stolen fuel; they'll try to breach power conduits.

- Hangar flank / secondary ramps: Pockets of survivors and looters attempting to pocket high-value gear and melt into the ship. Expect opportunists who will try to move laterally rather than push forward immediately.

Recommend: secure the conference egress and collapse the port-side maintenance conduits. If you can, divert a squad to dorsal shafts and hard-seal the routing consoles.

Suggestion: Weapon - Gavin Vel Gavin Vel can be put on conference flank to slow push to evacuations on bridge."

"Transmit complete,"
He said. The diagnostics blinked green through his feed. Stimulants, shields, weapons were all ready and in working order. Without waiting for orders, he began to stalk his prey. Those from the main hanger assault that were going to move towards the Galactic Alliance senators. Caelus did not care for "loot" or "Treasure" he cared for tactical mission success and appeasing the Diarch's.

He will follow. He will strike when the moment is right.

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ALLIES - Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft Ryoshu Akutagawa Ryoshu Akutagawa Gavin Vel Gavin Vel Ryu Jung Ryu Jung Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge Diarch Reign Diarch Reign
ENEMIES - V1-L8 V1-L8 Velis Arden Velis Arden Koda Fett Koda Fett Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn Tohu Tohu IG-44 IG-44 Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain Nero Drake Nero Drake Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill
 
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In a time not so long ago, Gavin would have hurled himself into the fray without hesitation, abandoning any thought of self-preservation. He would have welcomed the chance to meet the attackers head on, caring nothing for the Senators behind him and even less for their survival. Back then, he thrived on reckless abandon and the intoxicating rush of combat. But months of training had tempered him. It was not serenity, not the measured calm of a Jedi, but patience sharpened like a blade. He had learned to leash the fire rather than let it consume him.


He still hated the task Reign had given him. Guarding Senators felt like shackling a predator and forcing it to sit still while the hunt raged just beyond reach. Yet Gavin knew the truth. His master would see past the veneer of disappointment that flickered in his eyes. Reign would know, and Reign would understand that Gavin's restraint was worth far more than a dozen bodies cut down in blind fury. That was what mattered.


"As you wish," Gavin stated flatly, his voice carrying no warmth but ringing with certainty. He followed orders, and he would not fail his master. The senators would remain alive, whether they deserved protection or not.


He moved to the flank of the cluster of officials, a towering sentinel cloaked in dark robes. With a snap-hiss, his orange lightsaber sprang to life, casting a fiery glow across the room. The explosion that ripped through the doors shook the walls and sent sparks raining into the chamber, but Gavin did not flinch. Instead, a smirk tugged at his lips. Finally, something he understood. Action. Even if it meant standing guard rather than charging headlong into the chaos, it was a release all the same.


"Calm yourselves and stay between us," Gavin barked, his voice cutting through the chorus of panic. Senators stumbled and fell, some screaming, others cowering, their fear palpable in the air. Bolts of red light lanced through the smoke-choked doorway, sizzling against the floor and walls. Gavin moved like a predator at ease in its territory, his saber carving lazy arcs that swatted aside the incoming fire. He flicked a bolt into the ceiling, another into the wall, each motion precise and almost casual. The Force whispered through his limbs, guiding his blade exactly where it needed to be. He kept himself anchored between the Senators and the breach, making sure no assassin or trooper slipped through unnoticed.


Yet every fiber of his body urged him to abandon the post. His muscles tensed, begging to drive him forward. His heart thundered with the rhythm of battle, demanding release. Reign stood at the front, carving a path through the attackers, and Gavin longed to stand at his master's side. He clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to leap into the fray.


Then something shifted. A ripple in the Force, sharp and familiar, struck him like a hammer. His head snapped toward the viewport, eyes wide. For the briefest moment, he felt it. Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano . His old friend, his brother in spirit. The sensation burned through him with painful clarity, a tether across the chaos. And then it was gone. The thread snapped, leaving only silence. His breath caught in his throat. Had he imagined it? Or was Naami truly here, lost somewhere in the madness?


A sharp cry dragged him back to the present. One of the Senators fell with a scream, clipped by a stray blaster bolt that left his robes smoldering. Gavin shook his head, banishing the thought of Naami with a growl of frustration. He forced his focus back to the task at hand, the molten blade of his saber spinning to intercept another shot. His eyes never stopped scanning the doorway, his body poised for the next threat.


But in the back of his mind, the question gnawed at him. If Naami was here, where was he, and what did it mean for Gavin's path?

OOC: Open for PVP please someone fight me.

Diarchy-Alliance (AVS Tython defenders):

Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL Ryu Jung Ryu Jung Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge Diarch Reign Diarch Reign

Black Sun Syndicate:

V1-L8 V1-L8 Velis Arden Velis Arden Koda Fett Koda Fett Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn Tohu Tohu IG-44 IG-44 Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain Nero Drake Nero Drake Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron Skeevi Merrill Skeevi Merrill
 
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ROGUE FOUR
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION
GHORMAN

Garrick crouched low in the dimly lit hangar, the metal deck vibrating with the thrum of the power couplings. His hands, scarred but steady, tightly cinched the last magnetic clamp on the Vigilant's portside panel. The fighter's sleek, metallic skin seemed to swallow him whole in the shadows. He welcomed the routine, letting his mind fall into the rhythm of the labor: tighten, check, wipe. He left the chatter to Osira, and the gallows humor to Kelly. For Garrick, the silence of the work was enough.

The familiar scent of oil and coolant was almost a comfort. He paused, running a knuckle across the faint scar tissue that tracked down from his temple. A memory flashed: the jagged crystal caverns of Quarzite, the suffocating weight of stone, the sound of his own breath trapped beneath it while his ribs broke. He shoved the image down. The past had no teeth unless you stopped fighting.

He stood, the movement fluid despite the heavy layers of his flight suit, and placed a hand on the hull. The Vigilant was sleek, fast, and deadly. In Rogue Squadron, these fighters were more than machines; they were second skins, armor and blade combined. He belonged here.

Then the encrypted alert cut through the hangar like a thunderclap. Tech crews froze mid-weld, eyes locking. Garrick didn't need the decoding; he knew. Atrisia. The tension gathered, sharp and immediate. Kelly's voice cut through the growing noise, steady as the steel underfoot.

"We are go for Atrisia."

Garrick pulled himself into the cockpit, his hands sliding across the harness buckles, fingers slotting into the control depressions. The canopy sealed with a hiss. The hangar became a dim reflection as the fighter lifted, engines spooling up beneath him.

<<Three.>> Kelly's count was clear over the comms. Garrick tightened his grip on the yoke. <<Two.>> He leaned forward into the straps. <<One.>> He closed his eyes, drawing a breath. This was home. <<Mark.>>

The stars disappeared into violent, streaking lines. The cockpit shivered with the wrench of hyperspace. Garrick pressed back into his seat, jaw clenched, letting the hum of the Vigilant wrap around his bones, steady as a heartbeat. He exhaled slowly, letting the internal storm settle.


ATRISI SYSTEM, CORE WORLDS


Moments later, the stars snapped back into place. Atrisia filled the viewport, wreathed in fire. Garrick's hands curled tighter on the controls as he tracked the chaos: cruisers dying, destroyers roaring, hulks of ships drifting like corpses. He felt the weight of it, the impossible futility of so small a squadron against a war machine.

Then his gaze snapped to the planet's horizon. Project Stardust. It was a sphere of steel so vast it poisoned the very emptiness of space. His stomach turned to lead. How could they hope to make a dent in that nightmare? He shrugged, a sharp dismissal of doubt. Questions were a luxury he didn't have.

Kelly's voice barked orders, cutting through the chaos like iron nails. Garrick listened, silent as always. Specter didn't need excess words, only precision. He keyed his mic once. <<Rogue Four. Checking in.>> A shadow slipping into place.

Then came the storm. Emerald fire lanced across his canopy as turbolasers arced. Garrick twisted the yoke, and the Vigilant flipped hard, dodging a barrage that turned empty space into a furnace. The targeting tone screamed, and he snapped the trigger. Red plasma chewed through the flank of a TIE, its electronic scream dissolving as it spun into shards.

Another attacker came fast from above. Garrick cut his throttle, letting the fighter slide into a sudden stall. The TIE overshot just as his cannons flared. A blossom of fire painted the void. He rolled again, diving into the debris field of a shattered cruiser, weaving through the twisted wreckage. Blaster fire hissed past, but the shadows were his element.

He skimmed the edges of ruined durasteel and ghosted out the other side, unseen until he unleashed a final shot that split an enemy fighter neatly in two. <<Splash three.>> His voice was low, toneless, carrying only the weight of the kill.

The planet killer loomed, vast and utterly indifferent. Whatever storm the Empire sought to summon, Garrick would meet it with steel and fire. Whether they broke themselves upon that moon or managed to scratch its surface didn't matter now. Rogue Four was a shadow, and shadows always endured.

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Flying: T-91 Vigilant
Tags: Kelly T. Perris Kelly T. Perris | Osira Perris Osira Perris | Anders Halak Anders Halak | (Tag me if you want PvP)
 

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"Keep pushing, break into your teams." He replied to Nero Drake Nero Drake over comms.

One step after the other, the Mandalorian began to move to the edge of the hangar. His assigned team, being a mix of Aqualish, Weequay and Iridonian mercenaries. A single Trandoshan and Kiffar accompanying them, following closely behind as shots rang all around the team. "Still alive," he questioned Velis Arden Velis Arden as he ducked into a blast door frame, "Good. Then you're with me."

Having a dedicated slicer would make things easier on the route to the bridge.

His team exited the hangar, entering the winding corridors. Moving quickly, gunning down defenders ahead of them and pursuing. Hardly an easy fight.

 



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

Rogue Squadron:

Kelly T. Perris Kelly T. Perris l Osira Perris Osira Perris l Anders Halak Anders Halak l Garrick Silvain Garrick Silvain

Shadow Squadron:

SCAR SCAR l Soontir Barvel Soontir Barvel l Innis Tarring Innis Tarring



One must wonder- when someone first gazed upon the stars, thousands upon thousands of years ago, and decided to venture out to them. To touch the night sky. To go boldly into the darkness of space, and to find others, to explore, to conquer, to colonize new planets. Perhaps it was the Rakata, as the books said. Duros was said to be the pioneers early on, as well. Thousands of years ago.

He wondered how they felt, gazing upon with wonder, with amazement. Each breath on a new world. Each step, every inch in their ancient ships. And then he wondered-

How they'd tremble in fear, in abject horror, at the might of the Empire's war machine. They had turned their exploration and their ships and technology as tools to conquer. Wielding the power of the Gods, practically. He read on superweapons before, the Star Forge and Centerpoint Station, the Suncrusher. Weapons so powerful that they seemed comical and even impossible to rationalize their destructive capabilities. Long-dead and long-destroyed weapons had no bearing now. There was no Star Forge the Alliance could muster to fight the Death Star. There was no Suncrusher to rebel against their might.

There was simply the war machine, and it consuming all in it's path. Peace and stability, order and progress was coming to the galaxy. There was no question about it now. The Alliance could fight hard as it may, try as they might. But the fact of the matter was-

The Empire was pushing forward.

Artam pushed such thoughts aside, turning his head in his TIE fighter. More enemy craft were appearing, flying in formation. He clicked on some of his jammers, his stealth systems to cloak him from their sensors. They may not have seen him on their scanners, but the sound of his engines and the actual visual recognition was still entirely possible. His TIE interceptor rolled into an attack pattern, a corkscrew that put his TIE in an arc above the enemy fighters. Upside down was relative in space, but he flew upside down to them- and fast. He squeezed his triggers, and fired. With that- the sensor jammers and stealth systems automatically disengaged, and instead, went into combat mode- powering his shields, engines, comm systems.

The like.

His shots were not particularly targeted to any of the members of Rogue Squadron, but rather a sweeping fire towards the advancing axis they were on. He pinged Shadow Squadron, and let them know that he was going to need help in a moment, as well as any Imperial forces. He was not a fool- the obviously well-trained pilots were sure to respond in kind to his attack.

The goal was not to destroy one of the Rogue Squadron fighters. It was a tactic to disperse them, to break their fighter formation. It was difficult to face a formation alone, but it could be done, it was possible. But not when they were together. He flew towards them- and there was the daring question he posed to one of them:

Would they move? Or would they be rammed into by the Imperial pilot? And more importantly-

Who among them was going to answer the opening salvo committed by Artam?


TLDR:

Artam goes Wwheeeeeeeeeerereabshhhhhhhhhhphoooooooooeewwwwwwwwooom over Rogue squadron and is flying really fast into their formation to break them up and is like "come at me bro" basically.



 
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"Fools will ever think themselves better, more special, than merely a relapse in history."
—Darth Caedes, ruminations...




Onward

The Iron Eidolon tore free of the Blackwall like some hulking, water-borne beast breaching the waves of a storming ocean. Its hull shuddered as it emerged to a scene of... utter chaos. Before its prows' panoramic viewports stretched the Atrisia system, its orbit already crawling with the unsteady swarm of teeming warships, like so many insects in a frenzy for recently discovered food scraps. Space itself burned here, lit aglow by the ephemeral flashings of laser fire and the soundless detonations of larger craft. Fleets from far-flung galactic powers tangled in murderous knots, fire and smoke traced the void as eclectic fighter wings broke against the Imperial fleets of the Galactic Empire. Frigates and similar craft blinked out in brilliant explosions, their screaming crews pulled into the eternal darkness of chilly space, freezing solid and littering the killing field. Wounded ships belched short-lived flames into the bleakness, spiraling out of control, launching escape pods, calling for aid. The Force was thick with agony here; shrieking, desperate, amplified to a near unbearable resonance by the sheer number of powerful practitioners gathered all in one place.

Behind it all, looming like some enshadowed behemoth, lay the Death Star.

Caedes' eyes narrowed to slits of gold. That ugly durasteel monster was no great revelation or invention of warfare, rather an echo of failures past. Twice before in history, such a monstrosity had been vaunted as invincible—and twice before it had collapsed under the considerable weight of its own hubris. For all the galaxy's supposed innovation, here was proof of its one true constant: fools would ever think themselves more clever than history.
"They could have shown a little imagination," Lina said into his thoughts.​
"I bet they haven't even changed it's name."

Yet when he closed his eyes, Caedes felt the truth, guided by the Force and riding its currents through the mayhem, stretching his senses into the core of that dreaded battle station beyond. Something tugged at him, pulling him deeper in. Darkness, like slick poison, like addiction creeping back in to beckon once more. Their gambit was more complicated than mere turbolasers and displays of ambition. Like a charlatan waving one hand in plain sight so that he might obscure deception in the other. Caedes pushed deeper, focused more closely on the songs of the Force—that churning melody emanating from within the Death Star.

Caedes blinked, pupils condensing into thin fangs. He studied the distant battle station's exterior hull, then turned to compare his findings against the ever expanding tactical holo-display. Even now, data points flickered into existence as sensors and telemetry stations updated the tactical.
"Prepare the Warclaws," he said, voice cutting clean through the noise of the CIC auxiliary bridge.​

"Targeting stations," he continued, impatiently.​
He raised a finger, indicating a section on the tactical's holo-projected wireframe.
"Concentrate fire along their Southern vector. Open an entry-wound for our craft."
Belatedly, he turned to face his Empress.

He gestured toward her, towards Aether Verd Aether Verd and the assembled Mandolorian Death Watch.
"Your Highness," he demurred, nodding also to where Gerwald Lechner Gerwald Lechner stood nearby.​
"Mand'alor," he said, turning to meet the other's gaze.​
"My craft are plentiful, though certainly not so gentle as the Eidolon. Join us, if such is the desire of your people. Fight well."
Presently, he turned to face the Lady Ovmar and his own Apprentice, Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia . He inclined his head to the latter, momentarily caught up in a study of the neti's face.
"The Lord Seer and I will remain upon the Eidolon as overseers," Ovmar confirmed.​
"We can do the most damage with our spells from here."
After a moment Caedes nodded in agreement, pulling his gaze from the Seer's—allowing himself to wonder what it was she saw when A'Mia looked at him now.
Watch over me, he signed in Korribani hand speak, an old proverb.​
And I will watch over you.

He beckoned to Revna Marr Revna Marr with a sharp glance and a courtier's outstretched arm, grinning. Unlike on Brosi, before, he was this time eager for a chance to wade into battle alongside his lover. As such he did not linger, allowing Lina Ovmar Lina Ovmar time enough to summon her shadowy minions before sweeping his robes up around himself and departing the CIC's bridge.
"Acolyte Haro Aven Haro Aven ," he summoned without so much as a glance, "acolyte Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano . With me."

As he strode for the dropship decks, they fell in at his back.
"We've just arrived in the Atrisia System," he briefed them, tone clipped.​
"It would appear the Galactic Empire has managed to construct a super weapon in the form of a mobile battle station."
His derision was clear in the sarcastic tone he adopted.
"A... Death Star," he continued, atop a tired sigh.​
"You may recognize its namesake, owing to historical significance. A cautionary tale," he explained.​
"Yet a planet killer nevertheless, and one I do not intend to let them employ here, on Atrisia. Some Darkness festers in that station's belly. A rot I intend to cut out from within. You will both accompany me."

His eyes flared like blown embers as they met with Haro's cool jade.
"You're to be my lock and key," he instructed.​
"Once we're inside, you will ensure that I have a clear path through to the station's heart. Take this," he offered.​
"This Kainate code cylinder will clear you to nosebleed heights. It will also grant you access to the eyes of Typhojem. Use it to see that my will is done."

He turned then to Naamino and adopted an earnest aspect.
"You are to be Aven's shield."
The skin 'round his eyes tightened.
"See too it that he has sufficient opportunity to act efficiently. His life will be in your hands. Destroy all who endanger it. In this, you shall be my judgment, too," the King invoked.​
Protect the Lady Revna with your life, for your own depends on it, he signed ominously, angled conveniently away from the Lady in question.​

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The Warclaw dropship was no luxury vehicle, admired the King as he climbed in. Its metallic womb reeked of oil and the red dust from Korribani sands, its benches and other utilities were often little more than girders welded together for function. Caedes found a handhold and gripped it tight, the thrill of the coming strike already alive in his chest. Reckless? Yes. But recklessness had its own kind of appeal—always had.
"Secure yourselves," he suggested, simply.​

With a hydraulic hhHhhhHiiiiissSss, the hatches sealed shut and, cCclLunNnK, launch clamps released with a violent shudder. Then all became silent, consumed by the silent vacuum of space as each Warclaw launched. The vessels bucked into war-torn space, leaving discolored vapor trails in their searing path towards the vast and waiting embrace of the Death Star.




[Exiting Chapter 2 (Across The Stars) with group; Entering Chapter 3 (Clash Of Destinies)]
 
In a world without gold, we might have been heroes
- Starboard maintenance ladder runs (aft): Two small teams (3–5 each) escorting a heavier element, probable demolition pack, moving aft toward engineering access. They smell of smoke and stolen fuel; they'll try to breach power conduits.

Skeevi was, unwillingly, attached to one of those secondary sidebar teams as medic/dispensary. It was Skeevi, four assorted thugs of unclear name, and one hulking baseline human (Bortholomuu Drave III, a nice man except at sabacc) with an equally hulking backpack. Since Black Sun was out to steal the ship rather than scuttle it, what defenders might take for a demo pack was in fact a high-pressure ixetal cilona gas dispenser system. Everyone was packing breath masks and on edge for the slightest hiss of pre-release. A luckless Arkanian exile had bumped the dispenser backpack while exiting the shuttle and triggered a dose that he was still snoring off back near the hangar, if nobody had stepped on him too much.

For their part, Skeevi was already wearing their breath mask out of basic prudence, not just because of the ixetal cilona but because of the much more virulent spices and drugs bouncing around in their bandolier.

The plan for this secondary team was to get to Engineering, plug the ixetal cilona into the life support, and give everyone aboard some wobbly euphoria and a risk of mild hallucination. Ixetal cilona was also known to dull or mute Force-users' extrasensory abilities in some cases, and that could be very handy too.


OPEN TO RANDOM ENCOUNTERS AS EVER


GA and DIARCHY
Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor
Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus
Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft
Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL
Gavin Vel Gavin Vel
Ryu Jung Ryu Jung
Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe
Arsenio Tagge Arsenio Tagge
Diarch Reign Diarch Reign
Ryoshu Akutagawa Ryoshu Akutagawa

BLACK SUN
V1-L8 V1-L8
Velis Arden Velis Arden
Koda Fett Koda Fett
Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn
Tohu Tohu
IG-44 IG-44
Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain
Nero Drake Nero Drake
Thayne Tameron Thayne Tameron
 
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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 [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


"Damn..." gritting her teeth, the Governor of Corvus watched how the volleys she had sent off in order to protect Admiral Zonill's maneuver, were now in fact making it difficult to fulfill their objective. Those fighting for the Galactic Empire weren't pushovers by any means, showing some tactical knowledge and acting on it with great success.

"Ira, Invidia, Acedia," A mixture of nervosity and anger clearly audible in her voice. "Keep protecting those Von Strauss class vessels, if the threat doesn't come from space, it may as well still come from the planet's surface. Reload missile pods and send in the Vultures, have them sweep at the front lines of the enemy fleet, sync up with Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane 's squadrons."

Things just didn't seem right, her target was too... apathic, as if they hardly cared about what was happening. The ships turning for their ground drops weren't chased, her own defending cruisers weren't screened or targeted either, and as the remaining bulk of her own hastily assembled fleet wasn't immediately under attack either, it began to sound like this one was much more calm and collected than any of the warlords she'd studied up on. "Whomever this opponent is, they've got a clear mind and a strong spirit for not falling to these provocations so easily."

"For now maintain position, keep the targeting systems of the Apollyons active...but hold off any firing,"
It was clear that some observation was necessary now and it seemed Admiral Zonill would provide ample information on the actions and mind of this smaller, yet resillient fleet they were facing.

  • Ira, Invidia and Acedia maintain position
  • Ira, Invidia, Acedia unleash TIE VULTURE compliments to support Admiral Zonill's VULTURE detachments
  • Gluttoneria remains Cloaked*
  • Apollyons are primed
  • Avaritia, Luxuria, Superbia maintain position

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


 



  • Three Edict-class Corvettes and twenty TIE squadrons deploy to intercept and destroy gunships
  • Several plasma torpedoes slam into the Sovereign's Pride, causing shield and hull damage
  • The Pride transfers engine power to shields and holds position, intensifying its attack
  • In addition to continued heavy anti-capital fire from the Exactors, the Pride fires solar ionization cannons
  • Odria gambles that the Conqueror's Bane will have to break off before breaching her line

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Losing a hand of Pazaak is sometimes inevitable. The game continues past a loss or two.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, watching the transports make their way down to Atrisia III's surface unimpeded. Odria had very much hoped to intercept them - to at least delay them, if she could not destroy them. The drop troopers deployed by her strike force already faced a task that was all but impossible: an unsupported hot drop onto a fortress world teeming with enemy armies, advanced defensive technologies, and swarms of Force-wielding demigods. Now their enemies were about to get reinforcements while Imperial numbers dwindled.

But it was a pill that she could swallow. Odria had been assured that actual tactical objectives on Atrisia were less relevant than causing mass chaos and social disruption. She did not pretend to understand the arcane ways of the Emperor and His powerful cultist-servants, the Dark Side Elite. She thought along physical, material lines, not spiritual ones. But she had been assured that actually capturing Jar'Kai was not an especially relevant goal. If every last one of the troopers she'd hurled down to the surface died in the fighting, the Emperor cared not.

It all had something to do with some kind of ritual aboard the battle station. To her, it was irrelevant.

She would carry out the will of today's tyrant with aplomb, and reap rewards for it.

Assuming she survived this battle, and the odds were against her in that regard. Though both TIC battle groups had dispatched some of their ships to cover the transports, or even to return to the line of battle arraying against the main Imperial fleet protecting the Death Star, there were still a great many ships bearing directly down on Task Force Kaelthron. Odria watched as the incoming Akbar Slash deployed some kind of fighter screen that flew directly into her improvised minefield. It took her a moment to realize they were droid craft, and deliberately crashing.

It was a brute force solution to the problem, but a clever one, preserving more valuable ships.

"Incoming attack wave," the ensign reported. Should she give him a descriptor, if not actually learning his name? Locks of red hair peeked out from under his officer's cap; she decided to call him Ensign Curly. "Some kind of gunship, supported by a fighter screen." Odria glanced at the sensor readouts, and her lip curled. Those gunships were hideous to look at, true uglies in all senses of the word - some kind of bizarre modification of a standard Imperial lander design, studded with additional guns and missile tubes in place of the traditional top wing.

The designers had slapped weapons on that thing like a Canto Bight con artist slapped on rhinestones.

"Edicts forward," Odria ordered. "TIE squadrons, support them." Her three Edict-class Corvettes had been built explicitly for the purpose of blunting attacks like this. They were all but worthless against any of the big ships bearing down on them, but their autoblasters and flak cannons absolutely shredded fighters, bombers, shuttles, and other such small craft. Her deployed TIE squadrons screened them - eight from the Pride, six total from the three Exactors, and another six total from the three Tribunals. They were standard TIEs, nothing very special.

But their pilots knew how to work with the Edicts. They hung back...

... and the flak guns fired, throwing out a screen of explosive micro-flechettes.

Those bursts of jagged metal would form a thorny screen for the enemy craft to fly through, only to be greeted by continued flak and autocannon fire - plus the TIEs - on the far side. Of course, though the flechettes could absolutely shred fighter craft, they would do nothing at all against the larger ships bearing down on Task Force Kaelthron. And though the lead vessel in the Akbar slash was being hammered by multiple capital ship killers while its shields were being drained, it refused to break off. In fact, it began charging a nasty-looking weapon.

"Governor, the battlecruiser is..."

"I have eyes, ensign. Sound collision and brace for impact."


Plasma torpedoes streaked across the void and slammed into the Sovereign's Pride. These were the kind of weapons not easily deterred by ECM or missile probes - high velocity and energy-based. The Star Destroyer shook as impacts erupted along the starboard side of its wedge, sending it into a slow roll. Despite the intertial dampers, the shock was enough to send Odria reeling. She fell to one knee, bruising the flesh where it hit the deck plating. A curse upon being old! She bruised and bled easily now, her skin paper thin despite her rejuvenant treatments.

"Damage report," the Governor demanded, using the edge of the viewport to lever herself back to her feet. The rest of the bridge crew had been sitting, so although they'd been jostled around, they hadn't been thrown from their stations. "Starboard deflectors were penetrated," Ensign Curly reported, a sheen of sweat sticking those red-gold locks to his young forehead. "Hull breach on Deck Sixteen, but it's minor; containment fields have stopped the atmospheric venting. A megamaser battery and several missile tubes are down."

"Reroute engine power to shields,"
Odria snapped. "Intensify forward batteries. Do not budge from this line!" If the Akbar Slash penetrated the Imperial line, they would be finished. The second Confederate battle group was only holding position for now, but the moment the first one got behind Task Force Kaelthron, they would be encircled and shot to pieces. Their only hope was to continue pouring fire into that oncoming ship, draining its shields and hammering it with anti-capital weaponry, to force it to break off and abort the maneuver.

"Fire the solar ionization cannons," the Governor added. If their enemy could tank all this to the shields...

... it might be time to add in a weapon that bypassed shields entirely to melt durasteel hulls.

Another officer might have compared this to a game of chicken - two swoop gangers bearing down on each other at high velocity, daring the other to be the first to alter course before they crashed headlong into one another. To Odria, of course, it was like Pazaak. The second hand of the game was still active, and she and her opponent were tied at 18. Did he dare draw another card by continuing to charge forward, allowing the capital-killer guns to continue hammering him? Or would he stand and accept that this hand was a draw, no point to either side?

He might win if he drew... but there was an eighty percent change of going bust when drawing on an 18.

Would he really risk that? Would he take the chance of being melted on the way in?

 
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Revna closed her eyes for a moment and lent her strength, what she could afford to give, to those that worked to open the portal through the blackwall for the ships. She wanted to aid them further, gather her power so that she had more to give…but she would have had to sacrifice lives to do so. Everyone onboard the Iron Eidolon was precious, needed, for what was to come. The temptation of the Hunger clawed along the edges of her sanity, but she pushed it aside for the meantime.

It would have plenty of room to move once they reached the location that had called out to all the Force sensitives aboard the ship. Patience was a virtue for any hunter, and it was something she had in abundance.

The small Sith woman continued with her silent observations, dipping her head in a gesture of respect when she caught sight of the Dark Councilor, Lord Lechner. Her burning gaze flickered and settled upon two young men who had been summoned from the Academy to join Caedes on this particular excursion; she recognized them instantly, though her eyes settled on Haro Aven a moment longer than what was necessary. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite place her finger on, though she kept those musings to herself. The other Acolyte, the Zabrak warrior Naamino, carried himself with utmost respect but with a clear sense of duty that brought a faint flicker of a smile to her face. She had been like him when she first came under the tutelage of her Master; respectful and adherent to duty. She still was…but time and experience had shaped and refined her even further, and no doubt it would do the same to Naamino as well.

As the portal opened and brilliant colors of light began to swirl about the ship, Revna reached out through the distance - a gentle touch upon the psyche of her Father. She rarely reached out to Darth Strosius Darth Strosius in such a manner, but her increasing duties called her away from His side more often than she would like to admit. Sometimes, this was the only way to communicate with Him.

-Beware, something stirs in Alliance space. Something is not right, the Force is screaming…rally Your warriors, just in case. I am safe, but I am headed out beyond the Blackwall to investigate, along with others-

She didn’t know if He would receive the message across the distance that currently separated them, but she let her faith carry the warning along with it.

Only a short time later, though it felt like an eternity, the Iron Eidolon jutted out from its travel and to the space above the planet Atrisia. Through the viewport on the command deck, Revna could see that a battle raged already - but it wasn’t this that truly dominated her’s and everyone else’s views: it was the spherical behemoth of an object that hung in the airspace beyond the planet…one she’d heard about and seen from historical texts.

A Death Star.

Revna scoffed, the sentiments of everyone else mirrored in her own derisive snort.

They could have shown a little imagination. I bet they haven’t even changed it’s name…” Lina said and Revna felt an amused smile curl at her lips.

Hmm. You’d think they would have learned from the last two failures. I guess not…I suppose we can make it a third lesson...

Revna’s eyes narrowed as she beheld the large battlestation; the source of the Force’s agony was coming from there, and now that she was even closer, she could sense the roiling of the Dark Side. She recognized a bit of its pattern, its ebb and flow…a ritual of some sort was taking place somewhere aboard that craft. No doubt, a ritual that was being fed by all the death and suffering that was being inflicted by this conflict. Revna cared not for the struggles that the Galactic Alliance went through with their hostile neighbors; she had no desire to be here, above Atrisia.

But the Death Star wasn’t just a threat to the Galactic Alliance. It was a threat to everyone and everything. If it was not stopped here, or turned back…then once the Empire finished with the Alliance, then they would be coming for the Sith Order…for the Mandalorian Empire…for everyone.

The deck became a flurry of movements and orders once more as decisions were made on who would do what and who would go where. The to-be Queen bemoaned that she had not had enough time to don her new armor, but it wasn’t the first time she had gone into battle in just her Sorceress robes. Lady A’Mia wore it, and in hindsight Revna realized grimly that she should have paid attention to that detail. The Lord Seer of Korriban was aware of things that most others were not and if she had chosen to wear the intricate and complicated armor then perhaps that should have been a sign. Too late now, Revna supposed grimly. At least she had her lightsaber with her. That never left her side, even when she was resting or spending more quality time with her loved ones.

Lina summoned inky figures, her shadow walkers, that hid within the shadows of all present who intended to leave the Eidolon and find their fight elsewhere.

Tension coiled within Revna’s form, an anticipation growing with the promise of conflict. Her eyes were bright with contained violence, her presence seeping the cold chill of the Darkness as she wrapped it around herself like a second cloak. A glance from Caedes and the sharp tilt of his head was all she needed from him to step to his side, linking her arm with his own. They would go into this fight together, alongside the Dread Wolf and the Dread Empress. She was not one to boast or brag about her own power, but she felt a grim smile cross her face at the thought of what their enemies aboard the Death Star might feel with their approach. The Dark Side was not lacking here, nor was courage, power, and the sheer ferocity of those gathered.

They were all warriors here - Mandalorian and Sith alike, honed by war and conflict. Revna turned her gaze towards the one who bore the title of Mand’alor, and his warriors that stood with him. “Fight well, Warriors of Mandalore.” she bid them with respect, before she stepped away with the Sith King and those with him.

As they moved towards the dropship decks, Caedes beckoned for the Acolytes Haro and Naamino to follow him, passing along information and orders as they went. Soon, they reached the Warclaws and all took their place within their bellies without fanfare. Revna secured herself with the ease of someone who had been on many dropships in her time as a Sith, and settled herself for the ride. It was not going to be a pleasant trip, but it would see them piercing into the Death Star…or that was the hope, anyway. No doubt the spacecraft was heavily fortified and guarded, but from what she had seen there were plenty of others battering the ship and seeking ways to get in. She and her entourage only needed to find their own gap in the cracked skin, and see what lay beyond it.

Revna lifted her fiery eyes to that of Caedes, and caught his gaze for a moment - a silent message passing between them. She entrusted her life to him, and she would defend his with every ounce of blood and breath in her body. It was what partners did…they looked out for one another.

-I do not know what will transpire aboard that monstrosity, what we will face. Life is never guaranteed, so know that I love you more than the breath in my own lungs, ‘Ari- She said to her lover through their tether, her voice whispering directly into his mind, coiling like sweet incense.

With the sharp hissing sound of hydraulics, the doors sealed, shutting them all inside. A moment later, the dropships were released from their latches, and they sped towards their fate aboard the looming
Death Star.





[Exiting Chapter Two (Across the Stars) with group; Entering Chapter Three (Clash of Destinies)]
 
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Equipment: See Signature at Bottom of Post
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The Exarch watched as the solid-state hologram blinked and stuttered, its three-dimensional pieces lagging behind reality by heartbeats. In all his years of service, and in all the ways he'd toyed with these systems, Karl had never seen the projection drag like this. He began to voice the order to sweep for enemy E-warcraft when a technician's shout cut through the hum.

"Sir, there are multiple contacts exiting hyperspace forward! An entire fleet signature and something huge..." The tech didn't finish. He looked back at his readout just as a white flare punched through the viewport. Karl had seen it before the man could say it. The flare resolved into shape, an obscene silhouette that swallowed starlight. "…Sir," the technician finished weakly, "it's a battlestation."

"Correction, Ensign," he said, drawing himself as if the chair could lend him height. He passed through the lagging holo as it tried, impotently, to piece the object together. "It's a damned Death Star."

Those who could looked out. The viewport framed the thing like an absence in the universe; a world-ending machine, obscene and absolute. A dry swallow rasped from the Exarch. He lifted a hand, sending the bridge back to its stations with a single precise gesture, then folded his arms behind his back and held his silence for a measured beat.

He cleared his throat before saying, "ATHENA, begin charging apollyons, and load the kinetic artillery magazines with Type RED Warheads. Hold targeting solutions for now."

A different voice, one more robotic, answered, <Acknowledged, Exarch. Forward Apollyons entering charge cycle. HKAC magazine racks cycling to Type RED. Thermal signatures within acceptable thresholds. Estimated time to complete charge: 54 seconds.>

Without a second wasted, the first feminine voice of THEMIS cut through the bridge, <<Karl, shall I execute battle order seventy?>>

"Yes, THEMIS," he said with clear conviction, "Begin intrusive vectors on the destroyers forming the battlestation screen. Feed minor faults into their targeting protocols, seven degrees off. Make it subtle. They'll detect it and reallocate resources to correct it. Let them spend time and attention on ghosts."

<<Of course Karl,>> THEMIS replied, a hint of dry amusement threaded through the syllables. <<I will introduce…controlled chaos.>>

Karl pivoted to the Imyndaða projection and began feeding commands. He glanced at the comms officer as his hands moved, speaking aloud even as his fingers danced across the solid-state mesh. "Patch me to fleet captains on Channel One for direct hails. Prioritize Tactical's feed, real-time volley sync. Open Engagement Network handoff to Confederation assets. Begin data uplink."

"Channel linked. Tactical feed prioritized," came the response from Comms. Karl's headset link hummed like a living wire.

"Attack and core line, engage targets on my mark," He said, his eyes never leaving the hologram. He touched the fleet model and highlighted several of the corvettes in the Death Star's flotilla. The holographic corvettes trembled as data overlays cascaded: primary target lock, percentage allocation, volley timing. The numbers glowed; primary target corvette 3-A (one of the Gurkhas), main allocation 70%; smaller glyphs flickered around the rest of the elements, 30% allocated for distribution across escort flotilla.

"Focus seventy percent of your main batteries on the corvette marked 3-A on your targeting computers, bearing two-zero-one. Distribute thirty percent across the remaining contact band to keep their formation entertained. Take one down, then repeat on the next. Concentrated attrition. No scatter."

"Copy, Exarch," Tactical answered. "Attack and core line acknowledge target allocation." A dozen captain voices bled into the net, short, efficient. "Weapons hot. Target lock affirmed."

Karl turned around and walked a few steps forward. He didn't mean to, but he stopped right on top of the burned spot. He held up his hand in a fist; he waited for the precise moment to strike. A familiar robotic cadence cut the moment like a blade.

<Exarch, apollyons are fully charged, and HKACs have been loaded with Type RED. Targeting solution?>

"ATHENA, target the Prefsbelt with our forward cannons." He felt the ship shift under his feet as ATHENA adjusted the bow towards the fleet's Reprisal-class Star Destroyer. He could see the glow coming from the Aeternus's forward batteries; his knee began to ache again, but he just bit his tongue and pushed forward despite the phantom pain.

He brought his hand down like a knife towards the enemy fleet, "Feuer." As the order left his mouth, the ships in the attack and core lines began to unleash their concentrated firepower at the enemy formation. Karl was unexpectedly calm in this moment, almost as if the sounds of battle calmed him.

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Ally Tags: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | Solan Charr Solan Charr

Enemy Tags: Remus Adair Remus Adair | Nyles Kote Nyles Kote | Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane | Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron | Zethran Cott Zethran Cott | Aldo Garrick Aldo Garrick

Karl targets Remus Adair Remus Adair 's corvettes with the majority of his force.
THEMIS AAII begins to hack into the Reprisal Destroyers, in an attempt to throw off their aim and cause chaos.
Karl targets the Prefsbelt with the Aeternus's heaviest batteries.
Karl's fleet begins engaging.
 

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// Padawan Lowe //
// ANS-Tython
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Objective // Protect //
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Focus //
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Allies /// Alexandra Feanor Alexandra Feanor // Tiber Septimus Tiber Septimus // Marek Bancroft Marek Bancroft // Caelus Vire // NIHIL Caelus Vire // NIHIL // Gavin Vel Gavin Vel // Ryu Jung Ryu Jung //
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Enemies /// V1-L8 V1-L8 // Koda Fett Koda Fett // Razmir Tezhyn Razmir Tezhyn // Tohu Tohu CATCH THESE HANDS // Velis Arden Velis Arden // IG-44 IG-44 // Mauve du Vain Mauve du Vain // Nero Drake Nero Drake //



The lightsaber had found a target, though not the one intended. As the pale blue light of it illuminated the smoke, the Echani reached her hand out towards the fog, pulling the blade back towards her. But before the blade could be recalled, a different figure made its way through the smoke.

The man brought his phase blade down heavy towards Ayra, his plunge covered by the smoke he leapt from. There was no delicate way for Ayra to avoid the attack, throwing herself backwards as she continued pulling her blade back into herself. His blade struck the floor, but there was no time to take advantage.

The hilt of her lightsaber slammed into her palm, foot tracing backwards to prepare for his next strike. It dug into the steel floor of the transport, ready to stop the weight of the strike to come. Tohu was far bigger than she was, and the force she knew he would strike with was an equal measure away from her own.

Yet, she couldn't allow him to pass until the delegations were safe.
 
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Objective II : Across the Stars

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
ATRISIA,
CORE WORLDS
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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


So far the battle was going pretty smoothly for the Imperial Confederation. Admiral Zonil and Governor Visconti were busy dealing with one of the Galactic Imperial task forces while the Exarch moved his fleet to confront another Galactic Imperial task force. Furthermore on the side of the Galactic Alliance, reinforcements had arrived to support their fleet with their naval forces already moving forth to confront another Galactic Imperial task force protecting Solipsis's Death Star. With the Galactic Empire having brought four naval task forces to protect their Superweapon and three of them already engaged with either Confederate or Alliance forces, this left Sularen and his fleet with one task force to deal with, that being the one spearheaded by the Unrepentant.

As the battle raged across the battlefield, the Supreme Commander took some time to examine the fleet supporting the Unrepentant. He recognized some of the ship models such as the Intercessor-Class, the Veles-Class and the Despot-Class while the smaller support ships appeared to be new models recently produced for the Galactic Empire's new navy. It was a modest fleet but when compared to Sularen's own forces it lacked the firepower or starfighter capacity to prove to be a real threat to them, thus making it the ideal obstacle to overcome.

While analyzing his situation, Sularen wondered whether Domaric Mordane was amongst the naval commanders of the Galactic Empire that had come here to defend their precious Emperor's Superweapon. He would have loved to put an end that miserable man, whom he had once considered his trusted right-hand man during the final days of the Dark Empire and the Empire Reborn. Alas that trust was misplaced and Mordane had gone crawling back to Solipsis like a moth to a flame. It was highly unlikely that the former Allegiant-General's flagship was not amongst the warships that the Galactic Empire had brought with them.

Setting those thoughts aside, Sularen finally decided to make his move ready to bring his Fleet into the heat of battle. "Aggressors, charge up the Psuedosonic Heavy Beam Canons and target their Despot-Class Star Destroyers" he ordered. "Claymores, deploy all starfighters and have them provide assistance to Admiral Zonill against the Sovereign's Pride." he added. His opening moves were limited in scope although as of now his current goal was to see how the enemy commander would react to the Heavy Beam Canons. Given the Aggressors had greater range then any ship amongst the Unrepentant's escorting fleet except the Unrepentant itself, any retaliatory attack against the Aggressors would require moving closer towards Sularen's Fleet which would bring them directly in range of the rest of his fleet.

As for the starfighters sent to help Admiral Zonill, they were just there to add more pressure on the Sovereign Pride which was already taking a beating from Zonill's ship. Given the current situation however, there was still a good chance that the Galactic Imperials could still disrupt Zonill's Ackbar Slash and the deployment of Starfighter assets to assist the Mahporieem Admiral would at the very least increase his chances at successfully executing an Ackbar Slash.

Soon enough, the four Aggressor-Class Star Destroyers within Sularen's Fleet would charge up their Psuedosonic Heavy Beam Canons and open fire upon the three Despot-Class Star Destroyers with their concentrated beams of sonic energy continuously pummeling their targets inflicting greater damage as each second passed. At the same time sixteen squadrons of mixed TIE Strike Bombers, TIE Defenders and TIE Jaegers began pouring out of the hangars of the two Claymore-Class Heavy Carriers within Sularen's Fleet soon making their way towards the Sovereign's Pride and it's escorting fleet, with the Strike Bombers beginning to lock on target ready to begin their bombing runs while the Defenders and Jaegers quickly moving in to intercept any Galactic Imperial starfighter that tried to disrupt the bombing run.

Thus the Supreme Commander had made his first move and now all that was left was to see how the enemy would react and move accordingly. While this Battle was set to be a long, costly and hard-fought one, often times of such large-scale confrontations would be decided through the opening moves and as such it was imperative that every move Sularen and his peers made was carefully calculated and thought-out as even the smallest of errors could turn the tide against them and cost them a victory that would only tarnish their reputation.


  • Sularen has his four Aggressor-Class Star Destroyers [Relentless Dawn, Sovereign, Crimson Spear & Reclaimer] target Mordane's three Despot-Class Star Destroyers [Korvan, Imperia & Kane] with their pairs of Psuedosonic Heavy Beam Canons
  • Sularen has his two Claymore-Class Heavy Carriers [Tyrant's Fist & Nightfall] deploy Sixteen Squadrons of mixed TIE Defenders, TIE Jaegers and TIE Strike Bombers which immediately move in to support Admiral Zonill against Governor Kaelthron.
    • The TIE Defenders and TIE Jaegers are instructed to intercept any Galactic Imperial starfighters targeting the Strike Bombers
    • The TIE Strike Bombers are instructed to target Governor Kaelthron's flagship the Sovereign's Pride
  • Sularen's Fleet maintains it's formation and current position patiently waiting for Governor Mordane's response

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DEATH STAR III
Overbridge

Operation Atrisian Sunset
Allies: Reiner Ghadi Reiner Ghadi | Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron | Domaric Mordane Domaric Mordane | Zethran Cott Zethran Cott | Artam Macek Artam Macek
Enemies: Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen | ADM. Reshmar ADM. Reshmar | Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Solan Charr Solan Charr | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | Gym Halpern Gym Halpern
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Remus carefully watched the Minister as he delivered something of a rebuke. The Admiral curtly bowed his head and nodded. “Of course Minister, please accept my apology.” There was a hint of sincere gravitas, “I am an old man.” He offered with a self deprecating smirk, “I cannot help but be a skeptic on most matters. And with all due respect, do not take much on faith alone.” Adair offered, “The premise of a weapon delivering enough firepower to destroy a planet is….Well, it is something of a difficult pill to swallow. Such power has only been conjured a handful of times throughout our history. When it emerges it is a rarity.”

The Admiral was however glad to see that the Minister held an interest in military affairs. For past masters, they often did not take to the bridge directly. Particularly if they were bureaucrats and the like which was how Ghadi was perceived by Adair. “I anticipate the Alliance will flood this sector with reinforcements.” Remus declared, “We have undoubtedly triggered innumerable alarms, and distress calls will have certainly been dispatched. Naval Intelligence and the GADF archives told us this system is incredibly well defended.” The imperial mused. “Ergo the necessity for Governor Kaelthron’s superbly executed operation.” Adair’s praise was genuine. She has performed excellently.

But the more pressing question,” he glanced up from the holodisplay to the Minister, “Is what has presented itself here already,” the Admiral gestured to the Tython, “We have a presence here. The Tython. Pride of the Alliance fleet.” Remus explained, “However the more pertinent question then comes if these vessels,” he gestured to the fleets of the Impedial Confederation. “They are not Alliance,” he pointed at Sularen’s command vessel. Hovering above it was the IFF transponder reading. “They are imperial. Imperial Confederation. And as far as I understand, they are not directly at war with us.” Adair mused.

The broadcast came from Governor Kaelthron, and Remus watched raptly. It was short, succinct and let everyone know that the Empire’s presence here was absolute. What surprised Adair however was the quickness of the response fired back. Marlon Sularen was not a man Remus was entirely unfamiliar with. He knew of him through data packets and files. Naval intelligence had suggested he would be a potential opponent. But it was the depth and breadth of his speech declaring he was to defy the imperial fleet and that they were not legitimate. Here they stood upon the Death Star, being told they are the pretenders. Remus rolled his eyes. “Petulant bastard is trying to emulate Carlyle Rausgeber.” He drily mused to Minister Ghadi. “I’ll give the pretender a little taste of his own medicine.”

He took a step back, right so he was in view to be holographically displayed to all. “Run it. All channels.” Remus Adair’s slovenly shape was then broadcast across all channels. “Comander Sularen, you have errantly chosen rashly and poorly.” Remus declared with a cold cadence, “Your ignorance to the Empire’s might wil be punished. The Emperor’s will is absolute, and will not be ceded to the likes of you and your cretinous confederation.” Adair snarled, “Prepare to witness the full firepower of this fully armed and operational Battlestation. Weep and retreat.”

The hologram flickered off and Adair looked at the fleet display. The Admiral felt he had quite aptly threatened the imperial pretenders. But he now needed to follow through on his threat. Remus’ head crooned back to Gallroy and the fire control team. Now was the important part. “Are we ready to fire?”

Reactor three is still spooling sir.” Captain-Doctor Gallroy reported as he was hunched over consoles, observing the preparations. He stood tall and turned to face Adair, “We will be ready in a matter of moments.”

Admiral,” There was a call from the sensor sector, “One of the imperial confederation fleets is moving to engage Cerberus.” The Sensor officer reported, “Batteries are targeting the corvettes. And both Prefsbelt and Malice are reporting technical interference.” The technician paused, “Vice Admiral Gorren requests orders.”

Remus nodded, “Release Commodore Banning.” Adair commanded, “Let loose his pups and engage the pack.” The Admiral added, “Target the main command ship.” The Cerberus head officer dictated, “Spool up the KriegsGeist, have it activate.” He added, “That hopefully will mitigate things. Otherwise, pepper them with laser fire, missiles. Let them come to us, get chewed in our maw.” He then paused for a moment, “If we have any Pertard fighters available, see about priming them with seismic warheads.” His gaze then turned to Gallroy. “Report, how are we looking now?”

Reactor three is primrd and ready sir.” The Captain-Doctor looked fundamentally giddy. It was the sort of glibness which had no place on his bridge. “We are ready to fire when you are ready Admiral.”

Prepare to fire on this fools command ship.” Remus barked, referring to Sularen, “Let’s see how he likes-” Remus’ gaze was caught by a flickering arrival. The Mon Mothma. Adair leered over the holotable. He had of course read up on the vessel. Anyone would have. But the emergence of the first wave of Alliance reinforcements was cause for great consternation. This was Alliance space, and probably the first of many waves of Alliance vessels reverting through lightspeed to counter them. “Change of plan.” Sularen would need to wait, “Commence fire of main battery on the Mon Mothma. Single reactor ignition.” He gestured to it. “We will tear Sularen and his sycophants apart ship to ship.” He looked to Ghadi, “Now Minister, let’s see if your labours have delivered the Emperor his prize.”

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DEATH STAR III
FIRE CONTROL, SUPERLASER

POV: Chief Petty Officer Janus Vowe

The order came communicated through a view screen. All the crew had sat at their stations, but Vowe who had been pacing. He hadn’t watched the displays too much regarding the charging of the reactors out of plain anxiety. There was a great deal of firepower that had been delivered into his hands and he had no idea how to cope. Before this he had merely been in engineering aboard battlecruisers, not in weapons. And of course the bloody helmet he’d been stuck with didn’t help. The gunnery helm was suffocating. Each drip of perspiration clung to the inner lining.“Commence fire. Single reactor. Targeting GADF vessel Mon Mothma.” The intercom spurted out. Janus took a sharp inhale in. Show time.

How are the reactors looking?” Vowe was something of a ‘prowler’, preferring to float between the banks of consoles, control stations and crew. He strut towards the power engineers sequestered at their own corner of the control room.

Ensign Flavius Mond say at his station, “Reactors three and two are engaged.” Mond reported, “But the other ones. One, four and five are slower to charge.” Vowe looked over Mond’s shoulder, he scowled. “I’m not sure what’s causing the interference. But I’ll try to get engineering on the holo.”

That was good enough for Vowe for now. “Single reactor is all the chief wants for now Flav. Keep us updated.” He gave the young rookie a pat on his back. Janus now turned on his heel, “How are the arrays looking Keeze?”

Lieutenant Haida Keeze was the technician in charge of the array. She was one of the few within the Fire Control to opt to don just the typical naval helmet. “Kyber oscillation within the array is complete sir.” She declared, “We are receiving some residual radiation interference, but the manual said reversion from lightspeed’ll do that.”

Janus stood still for a moment, “And how are we looking targeting?” His gaze was now cast to cluster of crew within the targeting quadrant. “We in range for this one?”

Lieutenant Bastian Grieve stood to attention and gave a thumbs up. “Vessel appeared point two out of optimal targeting solutions.” The Lieutenant gave his report with an almost relaxed attitude, “We only needed to rotate half that, thanks to gravitational velocity drag.”

That was that then. Janus took a deep breath and gave a nod. He returned to his own station, and reached down for the intercom. “Commence primary ignition.” The whole fire control room dimmed, as firing solutions were typed in, knobs turned and levers pushed. Several simultaneous hums turned into a harmony as the great weapon began to commence fire. For the briefest of moments the entire station shuddered as the vessels systems were stressed by the fire to be wrought.


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The space around Atrisia began to glow a deep green as one by one six beams were unsheathed from the fish. All of them protruded from the dish of the Death Star. The air immediately around the lasers began to shimmer as radiation cascaded off of the beams. They were held there, with an almost bulbous tip made when they were United. After a second of energising, they were let go. And a spear was launched into the Mon Mothma with power of a thousand burning suns.

The Vexation; Rampart Class Dreadnought (x)

The Prefsbelt; Reprisal Class Star Destroyer (x)

The Malice; Reprisal Class Star Destroyer

Righteous Fury, Imperial III Class Star Destroyer (x)

Warhound; Imperial III Class Star Destroyer

Rage; Imperial III Class Star Destroyer

4x Cuirsassier Class Cruisers (x)

3x Stalwalt Class Escort Carriers(x)

2x Valiant Class "Star Destroyers" (x)

12x Escolta Class Escort Frigates (x)

6x Dragoon Class Escort Frigates (x)

4x Mantero Class Missile Frigates (x)

4x Tirallieur Class Artillery Frigate (x)

15x Gurkha Class Corvettes (x)

8x Cacadore Class Corvette (x)

Task Force Cerberus revs up it's KriegGeist, which provides a passive bonus to the imperial fleet. (x)

Malice and Prefsbelt both suffer weapons malfunctions, but still try their best to fire.

The Gurkha and Cacadore class corvettes gear up for an attack run on Karl Von Strausses command vessel.
 


The starfighter groaned and shuddered as the S-foil split apart, its sleek form transforming into a predator with wings spread wide, ready to strike.

Before him, the abyss flickered with life. A massive StarDestroyer, like a continent of durasteel loomed ahead, its turbolasers firing in deadly arcs that scorched the darkness, the blasts wide enough to consume his fighter in a single gulp. The scale of the enemy ship alone was suffocating.

<Striker 4, in formation.>


Even as chaos and death unfolded, his gaze held steady. The first wave of TIEs emerged from one of the hangars, spilling out from the belly like a swarm of insects. Some climbed higher, and others dove low. It struck him as the classic Imperial doctrine, at least as he knew it, with the intent to overwhelm.

His targeting computer flickered, reticle dancing, like a warning that he was about to seal his next kill. Next came that insistent whine. For many, that sound meant the end. Devin refused to let it be his. His jaw locked, breathing slowing.

The glowing ring tightened over the target on his HUD.

Finally, it clamped down.

His finger tightened on the trigger. Scarlet bolts spat from the wingtip cannons, stitching across the void. The TIE tried to roll clear, but the first bolt cut through a panel, a second straight into the cockpit. The fighter was now a burning pyre, its fragments scattering across the inky darkness of space.

Adjusting the stick, he pushed it forward, feeling the vibrations of the powerful engines course through his being, surrendering to the adrenaline.

Devin’s focus narrowed to a single point. The next target, the next shot.. the next order.

There was no room for error.
 

Tohu

heard you paint houses
The phase-blade bit into the durasteel floor where the Jedi girl had been. She skimmed back a few steps, palm open, then her lightsaber hilt landed in her hand. Tohu guessed she was around his age. Probably not as strong as the Jedi who had humiliated him on that Imperial ship.

Yet, he felt fear crawl up his spine anyway, despite the wild smirk still plastered across his face. That past battle with the Jedi had lasted a second, maybe two if he was a generous: a humiliation of a single swing cutting through his vibroblade as if it was made of butter, followed by a telekinetic shove smashing him in the ship’s wall; an embarrassment that now festered within his gut, stoking that fear. Behind the smirk, he drew a silent, deep breath, his mind recalling Koda Fett’s cold-blooded temper it had witnessed during the boarding and steeling his nerves.

Tohu said, “Nice trick,” and lunged at the silver-haired girl. Swings came fast, meant to keep the initiative. He felt the ship shudder, then lurch, disrupting his technique as the battle outside raged and intensified with each passing minute.

Ayra Lowe Ayra Lowe
 

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


"BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

The bridge of the Conqueror's Bane shook violently as turbolaser fire continued to slam into her, sending reverberations throughout the entirety of the vessel. The Empire was currently throwing everything they had at Zonill's lead ship, and at the rate which with they were going, they were liable to disable the Heimdall-Class Fast Battlecruiser before it had a chance to close the distance between the two opposing fleets.

Still, for all the damage that the Conqueror's Bane was receiving, it was at least shielding the rest of Zonill's ships from incoming fire, as the column continued to inch ever closer to the Empire's statice defense line. Of course, this whole maneuver that Zonill was trying to accomplish would be all for naught if his flagship was unable to reach the enemy fleets, something that Zonill was keenly aware of.

As such, it would be up to the starfighters and support craft to ensure that didn't happen.

The TIE Vultures that Zonill had brought with him were paying a heavy price for engaging the Empire's forces. Of the 9 squadrons deployed by Zonill, nearly 2/3rds of them had been destroyed or damaged to the point of being inoperable, leaving the task force with a paltry 60 droid fighters. However, their sacrifice against the enemy TIEs and corvettes had allowed the other fighters a bit of a reprieve, and Zonill still had 8 of his 9 STX-TIEs squadrons operational. Perhaps more importantly that that, Zonill had lost only 4 of his 16 Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators, which were currently try to disable the heavy turbolaser cannons on the Exactor-class cruisers. After all, it wasn't as if Zonill's gunships had to destroy the cruisers outright, as all that they to do was disable any weapons that might have the firepower to threaten Zonill's battlecruisers and destroyers. Once they did that, the cruisers would be left with weaponry that was only capable of harming starfighters, allowing his heavy ships to destroy them with impunity.

Still, that was easier said than done. The heavy flak and laser fire coming in from the enemy Edict-class Corvettes and even the Tribunal-class Frigates was making it difficult for the gunships to complete their attack runs. The hundreds of enemy TIE Fighters certainly wasn't helping either. Zonill was going to need more ships if he hoped to make any sort of impact on the enemy,

"What's the status report of our cargo ships?", Zonill asked Sellferr as another round of turbolaser fire rocked the Conqueror's Bane back and forth.

"Still on approach to the planet, I'm afriad", Sellferr remarked glumly. The fact that Zonill's Von Strauss-class cargo ships had managed to get as far as they had without having been engaged was something of a small miracle, and Zonill couldn't be too upset with the result of that. Still, the escort duties that the rest of his fleet was performing was proving to be a heavy burden on the Admiral.

"The moment those cargo ships breach upper atmosphere, I want all escorting ships to immediately return to the battle at hand", Zonill declared as he gritted his teeth. Assuming he survived long enough for them to reach him, those ships could prove to be the difference in what he needed to defeat his enemy once and for all.

"Silent Watcher, deploy all your remaining AX-Wings and Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators toward the enemy fleet. Pillager, you are to do the same with your Eightgun-class Assault Fighters and NZ TIE/sb Strike Bombers. Focus your fire on those corvettes and frigates, and let's have the Pillager launch a full proton torpedo salvo toward the enemy flagship", Zonill decided. Both ships dutifully complied, releasing dozens of starfighters and support craft to reinforce the Mahporeem starfighter screen. Zonill thought they'd be a good match for the capital ships, especially the AX-Wings, as their heavy laser cannons would be sufficient to punch through the corvettes armor. Granted, they were far slower than comparable TIE Fighters were but their heavy armor and power jamming systems should prove to be sufficient compensation for that fact.

As the starfighters joined the fray and the Pillager launched an 8 proton torpedo salvo at the enemy's flagship, Zonill received more good news. Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen was sending an additional 16 squadrons of starfighters to reinforce his battle line. Zonill reminded himself to thank the Supreme Commander the next time he saw him, assuming their was a next time, of course. His other ally, Governor Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory had also sent Zonill multiple squadrons of TIE Vultures, firmly tipping the starfighter balance in Zonill’s favor. The addition of all these starfighters would give Zonill’s gunships and bombers much needed protection from the hordes of enemy TIE Fighters.

Still, if Zonill was going to press the advantage he’d just been given, it would be best if he contacted the governor and asked her to send the rest of her fleet forward in support of his Ackbar Slash.

"Captain, I need you to send a message to the Governor. Ask her what-"

Before Zonill could finish however, the Conqueror's Bane shook even more violently that it had before, nearly sending the Admiral toppling over his seat backwards. As regained control of his senses, he could see bits of metal floating off into space as the Conqueror's Bane groaned under the pressure of the melted and warped metal that had been hit by that last attack. Whatever it was, it had done some serious damage to the ship.

"Status report!", Zonill cried out.

"Front deflector shields are completely down!", Sellferr replied in alarm. "Minor structural and hull damage detected! Multiple turbolser and ion cannon batteries are reporting system failures!"

Zonill audibly groaned at the news. With all the punishment that his ship was taking, it was only a matter of time before he'd be dead in the water as it was. Worse yet, Zonill didn't think his ship's Plasma Cannon would survive another round of bombardment. He had to make a decision: stay the course under heavy enemy fire or turn around and retreat back to friendly lines?

Though Zonill had never been much of a gambling, he decided he was going to risk it all.

"I want another half salvo from the Plasma Cannon", Zonill decided, "concentrated on their flagship. We must knock it out if we're going to have any chance of breaking their lines. Have the rest of our dorsal facing armament begin firing at the enemy as well, regardless of range. We'll use volume of fire to overcompensate for any targeting issues. Maintain the course, and redirect any energy from the destroyed weapon emplacements toward engines. Instruct the rest of our ships to do the same", Zonill remarked.

"Understood, sir", Sellferr replies steely.

"And Captain?"

"Sir?"

"May the galaxy be with us", Zonill spoke softly as his fleet continued barreling toward the Empire's battle line with no intention of stopping until they broke straight through! The Conqueror's Bane sent yet another volley of plasma torpedos at the enemy's flagship as all of its forward facing weapons begin firing off into the distance, the message to the Governor remaining unsent and temporarily forgotten about…

TAGS:
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
EMPIRE FORCES




  1. Zonill's fleet continues moving in an Ackbar Slash toward the enemy's battle lines.​
  2. Zonill has his gunships target the heavy turbolaser cannon on each Exactor-class cruisers. Zonill hopes that they will be able to knock out their main guns and doesn't necessarily expect them to destroy the cruisers outright.​
  3. Zonill orders the ships escorting his cargo vessels to return to the battle once the Von Strauss-class cargo ships breach Atrisia's upper atmosphere.​
  4. Zonill has his ships deploy all remaining starfighters and support craft against the enemy fleet. He also has one of his Impressor-class Acclamators fire an 8 proton torpedo volley at the enemy's flagship.​
  5. Supreme Commander Marlon Sularen reinforces Zonill with an additional 16 starfighter squadrons of various TIE models while Governor Amalia Visconti does the same with 9 squadrons of TIE Vultures.​
  6. The Conqueror's Bane takes heavy damage but presses forward, firing a 10 plasma torpedo salvo at the enemy flagship.​
  • 120 TIE Vultures destroyed
  • 16 STX-TIEs destroyed
  • 4 Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators destroyed
  • The Conqueror's Bane has lost its front shields and has taken minor hull damage.
  • The Conqueror's Bane loses some of its front facing weapon and is likely to lose its Plasma Cannon soon.
In my initial post, I had forgotten to include the TIE Vultures that Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory sent to Zonill as reinforcements. I have since corrected that oversight in my edited post. Sorry for the confusion!
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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 [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 [61 starfighter squadrons| 15 support squadrons]
NZ TIE/stu Stürmer 6 squadrons engaged [72|72] Avaritia
TIE Vulture 9 squadrons engaged [180|180] Invidia, Acedia, Ira
TIE/ss Supremacy
TIE/dv Devastator
NZ TIE/sb Strike Bomber 3 squadrons engaged [36|36] Invidia, Acedia, Ira + 2 squadrons engaged [24|24] Avaritia


Nine full squadrons of the same 'uglies' as the ones utilized by Admiral Zonill poured out of the three Tyrant IV class suppression cruisers which acted as a detachment to safeguard the surface operations of Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane aiding the admiral's own contingent. Yet from this location, as shown on the holographical battlemap the Governor of Corvus was utilizing in order to keep tabs on the entire battlefield, it was perhaps the most useful action she could've taken.

The enemy was clearly focused on admiral Zonill's Ackbar slash, almost all their movement seemed to exist out of preventing this maneuver from succeeding, all the while they showed little to no focus on the end of the Von Kraus class vessels moving in orbit of Attrisia. This was perhaps the only shot the convoy of the Armada Gluttoneria had in truly outflanking and surprising their opposition, who had shown themselves to be strategically sound.

"If it had been my master, this would have just been a job of mopping up stragglers," Amalia exclaimed with a deep sigh, following how the squadrons of TIE Vulture's were screaming through space from their previously unchecked position towards the enemy's flanks, attempting to break Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron 's concentration. "Ira, Invidia, Acedia...unload your remaining TIE/sb Strike Bombers, follow up on the Vultures and attempt a bombing run accross the enemy's flank, but take no risks, the moment you find yourself becoming clogged in a dogfight, return back."

A confirmation arrived from the commanding officers from the aforementioned cruisers, all the while Amalia's attention turned back towards the battlefield in front of her, where the ackbar maneuver was barely hanging by a thread, with a smile she looked at the ships available to her direct command, tilting her head slightly backwards in an arrogant, selfserving smile. "Let's just try to aid our Malphoreem brothers and sisters with a ship that was ment to breach enemy positions in the first place."

Raising her arm, pointing forwards towards the Heimdall-Class Fast Battlecruiser in the far distance, her voice clear and filled with strength, feeling the very power of her master within her, guiding her as if she was Him, The Lord of Hunger himself. "Avaritia, move forwards, utilize your engines at maximum capacity, engage the SLAB system... Deploy all your TIE/Stu Stürmers and have them screen you, have your strike bombers depart as well, have them do their best with some bombing runs over those Edict-class Corvette... I don't care whether or not you destroy them, but taking down their defending TIE fighters may work in our favor."

The captain of the Avaritia acknowledged the command as communications closed, with Amalia calmly watching the screen once again as she wondered exactly how they'd be able to break this enemy without losing too much of their own firepower. It was then that she had to watch in horror through the polycarbonite windows of the bridge of the Gluttoneria, how what appeared to be the enemy's main vessel fired off what appeared to be some sort of IOn based weaponry towards the Conqueror's bane...

"That star destroyer... that's the leading vessel...target it with our Apollyons, I don't care how many starfighters are in the way, even if they are ours...it is time they know some true fear in their hearts," Upon her command, battlestations were taken within the Gluttoneria, its AI system under full control of KRONOS started the necessary precautions, flooding the reserve tanks near the Apollyons with coolant, as the whirring of the turbines and reactors within the Apollyons could be heard all over the entire vessel.

//ALL SYSTEMS CLEAR
//ON YOUR ORDER


"UNLEASH HELL!!" Spreading her arms, the Governor of Corvus smiled proudly and with a twisted nature, revealing her true self. A shudder crept through the entire Gluttoneria, as its cloaking systems slowly powered down, unveiling the massive battlecruiser as it hovered above the remaining Malphoreem fleet, a member of the infamous Dictator battlecruiser lines straight from the N&Z Umbrella corporation's mighty shipyards, it's imperialistic design unmatched by the other ships within the fleet, it even made Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen 's own Sularen's Revenge look like an antiquated vessel.

Streaks of light cracked through the vacuum of space, followed by a projectile so dense, so hot and so heavy, yet so blindingly fast, it would show why the Apollyons are the most feared weapon within the N&Z's arsenal of ship-placed weaponry...

  • Ira, Invidia and Acedia maintain position
  • 9 squadrons TIE Vultures attack Odria Kaelthron Odria Kaelthron 's fleet from the nearest flank
  • 3 squadrons TIE/sb Strike Bombers attempt a bombing run over the same flank utilizing advanced concussion missiles
  • Avaritia move forwards, moving underneath the vessels performing the ackbar slash in an attempt to reengage the maneuvre and strengthen it.
  • Avaritia deploys all 6 TIE/stu Stürmer squadrons available for forward screening
  • Avaritia deploys all 2 squadrons TIE/sb Strike Bombers fanning out to attempt a bombing run on the Edict-class corvettes

  • Gluttoneria Unleashes Apollyons at Sovereign's Pride
  • Gluttoneria Decloaks

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


 



  • The Edicts must defend themselves from incoming bombers
  • Gunships get through and disable the megacaliber gun on one of the Exactors
  • The Sovereign's Pride is hammered with heavy weapons and takes major damage
  • The frigate Crucible of Order is destroyed
  • The cruisers and Sovereign's Pride make a precision micro-jump to the flank of the Gluttoneria
  • They open fire on it in an effort to disable the big guns by targeting weapon mounts and coolant systems
  • The surviving frigates arm all missiles and attempt to ram the Conqueror's Bane

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When you're two hands down in a game of Pazaak, your math changes.

A single hand from losing, there is no longer any point in trying to conserve one's side deck or playing cautiously. Everything comes down to the result of the hand one is playing; there is no room for error and no reason to hold back. This was the precise situation in which Odria found herself as the Conqueror's Bane continued to bear down directly at her strike force. Somehow, despite taking the full volume of fire from half her fleet directly on the figurative chin, the battlecruiser was not taking enough damage to either seriously damage it or make it break off.

Her gamble had failed. Tied at eighteen, her opponent had managed to draw a two and take the hand.

Damn the designers of the Exactors - they were specialized against ships like this, and yet had accomplished so little!

Despite the cruisers' failure to do what Odria had demanded of them, the enemy did appear to fear their firepower. Their ugly shuttle-gunships seemed hyper-focused on the megacaliber turbolasers, determined to target and disable them. A great many enemy fighter craft had been destroyed on approach - the Edicts, at least, seemed to be good at their jobs - but the enemy fleet was launching even more of their complement. Fleets, Odria corrected herself glumly, watching as the second battle group unleashed additional fighters and bombers.

Oh, and even more were coming from the main Confederate battle line, arrayed against the Death Star.

On the one hand, that was good for the overall Imperial battle effort. Odria's little strike force, which had already accomplished its most important task when it opened the way for the rest of the Imperial fleet and the battle station to enter the system, was siphoning away significant TIC resources from the main attack. The Governor wasn't entirely sure why her vessels had drawn so much attention; she was already outnumbered more than two to one by raw numbers, and significantly more than that by meterage. But it would make Adair's job easier.

That ought to earn her some post-battle accolades. She hoped they wouldn't also be posthumous.

"The Eternal Rule reports their megacaliber gun disabled," reported Ensign Curly, whose uniform was starting to show conspicuous sweat stains at the collar. That came as little surprise given the intensity of the bombing. The Edicts had been holding the attack runs back... until the bombers sweeping in from the flank had started targeting the corvettes directly, forcing them to shift their fire toward self-defense. Even then, missiles were getting through; Odria could see the bright bursts as they detonated. The smaller ships wouldn't last long unsupported...

... and there was no additional support to give them. Every last ship Odria had was already in play.

"Boosted shields are holding," Ensign Curly went on, his voice a little more hopeful as the second salvo of plasma torpedoes from the Conqueror's Bane were intercepted. The transfer of engine power and re-angling of deflectors, working in tandem with the recharged ECM, had proven sufficient to prevent further hull damage, at least from this volley. But Odria was too experienced to feel any of the hope that had buoyed the young ensign. She'd heard a joke once about a man who'd been pushed from a skyscraper, and was falling to his death.

As he fell past each floor, the pavement below growing ever closer, he'd smiled and said "so far, so good!"

Sure enough, the pavement was on its way. The cloaked ship that the Sovereign's Pride had begun to detect chose that moment to reveal itself, guns already charged and ready to fire. Odria had assumed it was a Super Star Destroyer, leaping to the worst possible outcome so that she couldn't be disappointed. It was in fact only another battlecruiser, but it was still well over twice the size of the Governor's largest ship. Several of the other ships from the second battle group fell in around the Ackbar Slash, reinforcing it. The battlecruiser opened fire instead.

The one consolation was that they fired with many of their own starfighters in the way.

It was a small and bitter consolation.

There was a bright flash, and then impact. It came in two stages - an initial pressure wave, then a second ionized burst. It was a good thing that Odria had braced herself when she stood again, as the new impacts that rattled the Sovereign's Pride were even more powerful than the one that had thrown her to her knees. She was slammed against the viewport, bruising her hip and bloodying her lip. Several bridge officers were thrown from their seats. Klaxons wailed, and damage readouts flashed red. Odria didn't need to look at them to see that the situation was dire.

The enemy had committed some kind of unique prototype against them, plus a half dozen Star Destoyers.

It was like using a lightsaber to cut nerf steak - overkill didn't begin to cover it.

"Hull breaches on Decks Seven, Nine, Fourteen, and Seventeen," Ensign Curly rattled off. He'd lost his hat when the impact had jolted it from his head, and his red locks were spilling every which way, dripping sweat onto the console in front of him. "We've lost the Assimilator Cannon and the Solar Ionization Cannons. Severe damage to the port megamaser array. Casualty reports are coming in..." Odria tuned him out as he continued to rattle off his damage report. There was little she could learn from it that would affect her decision-making now.

She'd clapped herself on the back for drawing away so many enemy ships from the main battle, and now she was suffering from success - likely a fatal case of it. Another full barrage of plasma torpedoes and Apollyons would rip her Star Destroyer apart. The enemy might not dare to fire them again - after all, they were in the middle of penetrating her battle line with their Ackbar Slash, and would risk hitting their own capital ships if they did. But that presented problems of its own - all of their capital ships could now open up on her strike force with broadsides.

She had no reinforcements. Her big guns were ineffective. Her formation was breached.

All she could contribute to this battle was to keep being an attention-drawing irritant for as long as possible.

The first order of business, then, was to regroup and adjust her compromised position. The big guns that had hammered her had to have limited fire arcs. That was one thing she could take advantage of. "Switch to backup hyperdrive," Kaelthron ordered, curtly cutting off Curly's litany of problems facing the Pride. The boy looked at her like she was mad, to be speaking of hyperdrives in the middle of battle - and backup ones at that, while their primary was undamaged! But she knew what she was doing. Backup hyperdrives were slower than the primary.

That made them much easier to use accurately over very short distances.

"Cruisers, spool hyperdrives," the Governor ordered over the task force's encrypted channel. Heavy fire continued to pour in as the TIC fleet groups soared through her line of battle, pouring broadsides into them. The Crucible of Order erupted in a vast fireball as the guns of enemy Star Destroyers ripped it apart. Escape pods streaked out, down towards Atrisia III. Most would be intercepted by Atrisian atmospheric defenses; the rest stood little chance on the ground. "Jump to these coordinates on my mark. Three, two, one... mark."

A precision hyperspace jump is a difficult thing to execute. It is an in-system jump, a mere moment in hyperspace before using a planet's gravity well to near-instantaneously revert to realspace in a new position. If even slightly miscalculated, it can result in a mass shadow collision that will rip the ship attempting it apart. But Odria had always excelled at instinctive calculation, and even under pressure she did not fail. The Sovereign's Pride and the three Exactors jumped... and then immediately reverted well to starboard of the almighty battlecruiser Gluttoneria.

A position that was well outside the fifteen-degree firing arc of its colossal Apollyon guns.

The frigates, corvettes, and fighters had to stay behind, of course. They would still be right in the midst of the ongoing Ackbar Slash, fighting for their lives... which they would be sure to lose, and soon. But the bigger ships - the cruisers and the Pride - had bought themselves time, distance, and hopefully a bit of surprise. "Open fire on that battlecruiser," Kaelthron ordered. "Target cooling systems and weapon mounts. I want those cannons disabled." Taking them out now, before they could fire on the Death Star or its defending fleet...

... that would be a victory worthy of a commendation or three.

Megacaliber turbolasers, ion cannons, mass drivers, and missiles lashed out at the Apollyons.

"Frigates," Kaelthron transmitted to the two midsize ships left in the main combat zone, "the lead enemy battlecruiser's front shields are down. Arm all missiles and accelerate to ramming speed. The Emperor rewards service unto death." She didn't believe that, of course - she had no intention of dying for anyone, supposed God-Emperor or otherwise - but the indoctrinated officers certainly did. The Relentless Fist and the Pale Judgement suddenly accelerated toward the Conqueror's Bane, giant improvised missiles surging for the battlecruiser...

... a battlecruiser with no front shields that had deliberately charged right at them to break their line.

Time to play every last card she had left in that side deck, before the game was over.

 
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