Invasion As You Know, Our Blockade is Perfectly Legal | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Hex L,

Aryn Teth · Dec 7, 2017

Aryn Teth

The Incandescent Truth, Hex L-49

Allies: The Galactic Alliance, [member='Coren Starchaser'], [member='Zark'], [member='Taeli Raaf'], [member='Cathul Thuku']

Enemies: The First Order, FIV Executioner [member='Sieger Ren'], [member='Ara Zambrano'], [member='Brennan Cabrol'], [member='Elensa Jari']

Objective: Get ready for Boarding Operations

As Aryn saw Coren as he came onto the bridge, and it was a struggle to fight down the grin that had spread onto his face. Reaching down to the console he stood before, he played the communication between Nemo Ven and Agron Cavadan of the first order. As the message played, he reached up to the hologram before him, highlighting the FIV Executioner. As he set his hands back on the edge of the console, the hologram lit up with a display on all the First Order's records on the ship itself, as well as its class. Similarly, it came with a profile of the Senior Captain himself, the man who Aryn assumed was taking charge of the First Order's aggression, considering his direct response to Supreme Commander Ven.

Aryn, of course, had no real clue just how wrong he was, and just how in over his head he was probably getting himself and Coren. If he had known who was really in charge, who was really on board that star destroyer, would he have cared? Would he have changed his plan or hesitated for even a second? No, no he didn't imagine he would have. If anything, it only would have further driven Aryn's confidence in following this plan, it was an insane gambit, but one that would have brought the end of the war before it really began. Captain Cavadan though, that would likely turn the battle in the Alliance's favour, and that was a worthwhile goal enough.

"We're going to board the Executioner and kill Captain Cavadan here, if we can destroy the ship, too, well, that'll just give us a clear shot at that Interdictor platform." He explained, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at the profile still displayed before them. "This ship's got a fairly standard array of fighters available, enough to get us over to the ship, probably, especially with the support this girl can bring." He gave two firm stamps of his foot in an almost affectionate manner as he spoke. The Incandescent Truth was among one of the most highly-armed ships in the Alliance fleet, even without its proton beam, that was really just the dreamberry on top of the cake. The call echoed across the bridge then; "Reverting in three, two, one..."

The ship lurched only slightly as it came out of hyperspace right on the edge of the gravity well which had just been activated by the Interdiction platforms. The force flowed over him as he arrived, he felt the signature of each and every individual in the immediate area of space as it surrounded him. It was certainly not enough to notice specific individuals, but he could feel the intense and powerful mixing of dark and light, the focused battle meditations of both sides, He took a half-step back at first, and it was difficult to hide the slightly overwhelmed expression which crossed his face, but before long he calmed himself. He didn't bother to focus on any specific part of it, it was all the force, that same unifying force he'd drawn on since his exile, the same energy he fed on, that made him stronger.

He was oblivious then at just how much his ability echoed the shades of his enemy, more than of his allies.

"Let's kick things off with a bang, eh Captain? Single-reactor-ignition, let's knock on Cavadan's door." The Captain smiled and nodded, Aryn turning to Coren and motioning for the man to follow him as he walked into the turbolift, waiting for Coren to follow before he began to make his way down towards the hangar. "I trust you had some ships brought aboard? I've got X-Wings, and one of my own, but the more ships to help us get over there, the better." As they walked, the hum of the ship would become more noticeable for a brief time, before a loud rumbling echoed through the ship. Within, it was difficult to tell what had happened, but outside, the immense proton beam cannon which sat within the belly of the ship had begun to deploy itself. It would take a few moments, but at the range it was Aryn was not too concerned about retaliation as it took the four minutes to charge and fire its bright green beam towards the Executioner.

The first shots were fired.

Ellie Mors · Dec 7, 2017

Willing To Diehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC_uvoc-jyU

Emerging from Hyperspace, L-49; Aboard the Red Veil

Affiliation: The Galactic Alliance, Mandalorian Allies | [member="Zark"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Raph Thule"], [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Aryn Teth"], [member="Gir Quee"], [member=Sor-Jan Xantha], [member="Cassius Droma"]
Enemy: The First Order, Her Ex | [member="Asharad Graush"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Emilia Ravel"], [member="Morro"], [member="Robogeber"], [member="Dako Asturo"]
Objective: Hold The Line

"How long until arrival, Gregor?" She asked, crossing her right leg over her left as she shifted her position in the chair. Her eyes were set, focused on the holographic display that mapped out the schematics of each of her ships - ships she commanded, now, and ships she was responsible for. Lives she was responsible for. "We will be arriving momentarily, Ma'am." The man replied without looking up from the computer he sat behind. It was their second voyage together, and the first with him in such a role - [member=Nadja] had been her adviser and second in command during the Incursion, albeit at her own demand than through formality. The pressure was just as heavy on the Coruscanti as it was on her, perhaps heavier knowing that he had to be able to do his job and advise his commanding officer at the same time. "I want all pilots to their fighters - the hangars better be silent, not a soul out of place, when we emerge from hyperspace. We blotted out the sky during the Incursion, but we lost good men and women that day - I want us prepared for immediate contact this time." Lily directed, eyeing the diagram of her own ship's hangars. They had lost the crew of the ANS Chain because she hadn't anticipated a coordinated micro jump and hadn't ordered the deployment of the Red Fleet's fighter screen, left them almost defenseless to a barrage of enemy fire that had ripped apart the vessel and cut far deeper into her heart than the wound she'd suffered at the hands of those droids.

"Noted."

No, she wasn't going to let any of her officers go without a fight - even if it meant she'd have to get her own hands dirty.

"We will be arriving in T-minus three hundred, all pilots please be on standby in your attack craft and prepare for the order to deploy." Gregor instructed, rather monotonously, through the microphone that extended out from the desk and computer he sat behind.

There was a forceful shuddering that reverberated across the hull of the ship, shaking it all the way to its core - likely the same was true for the rest of the fleet. It was a sensation that was drilled into her skull while studying on Anaxes, when she was still the daughter of a Sith lord in the heart of the One Sith, and it was a sensation that had triggered every red flag in the book for her. She'd just been about to alert the ships over the communications of their impending arrival, cut short by nearly two minutes, when they were pulled rather forcefully from hyperspace - sending a shudder and a groan through the entirety of the ship and nearly knocking her out of her chair. It was an interdiction field, something that she'd had more experience reading about than dealing with, and that alone was enough to make her take the situation seriously - but it was what she saw in front of her as the viewports cleared that put her heart in her throat.

"The First Order."

There was a particular venom to her tongue, and something of a rasp in her voice that betrayed her attempt at constraint, when she spoke those words - her knuckles white as she gripped the arms of her chair when they emerged from Hyperspace. Her expression had already been stern, eyes set like emerald gems of envy. To the crew on the bridge this seemed, perhaps, like a commanding officer that was perhaps upset with the clear violation of the Kaeshana accords. In a way that had upset her, but there was an underlying reason, a secret, that was the truth behind her ire. Somewhere in the bevy of ships that lingered as a veritable blockade was a man with eyes like sulfur, a voice like silk - a touch that still haunted her dreams. Part of her moving on had been avoiding any of the news and commotion with the First Order, she'd only known of the contents of the accords as part of the weeks-long enlistment process in the Alliance Navy, so she hadn't a clue which ship likely contained the man. But she knew, she knew, that he was somewhere among them, perhaps in one of their hangars to prepare to fly to one of the worlds within the region and sweep aside their freedom.

Like he'd swept aside what they had.

"So it has come to this." She whispered, her lips curling in disgust. "Your orders, Ma'am?" Gregor asked, interrupting her thoughts and dragging her back to the responsibilities she'd more or less agreed to take on. "Deploy attack craft, and I want all ships on standby for offensive and defensive measures. Keep fighters in formation, with bombers at the rear and interceptors at the fore." She replied in turn, loosening her grip on the chair as she leaned forward to the desk that the holoprojector - which was currently still displaying a rendition of each of her ships in the way of schematics - and placed her index finger into the toggle for her subspace transceiver. "This is Commodore Lily Kuhn speaking, we have arrived from Sullust as support for the defensive line - please advise." Lily said, waiting for information from those that held a rank superior to her own.

Ship Name: ANS Red Veil Ship Class: MC180 Progenitor-Class Super Carrier Shield / Hull: 2500/2500

Hangar: 5 Squadrons Chiroptera-class Interceptors (50 Total) | 5 Squadrons B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (50 Total) | 5 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (55 Total) | 5 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (50 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Ship Name: ANS Liberty Ship Class: Citadel-Class Star Defender Shield / Hull: 1800/1800
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Ship Name: ANS Synergy Ship Class: Endurance II-Class Fleet Carrier Shield / Hull: 1040/1040
Hangar: 3 Squadrons Locust-Class Starfighters (30 Total) | 2 Squadrons Raid-Class Bomber Model B (22 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Ship Name: ANS Fortitude Ship Class: Fortress-Class Cruiser Shield / Hull: 900/900
Hangar: 1 Squadron Chiroptera-class Interceptor (10 Total) | 1 Squadron B-8 Blue Jay Starfighters (10 Total) | 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Ship Name: ANS Focus Ship Class: Lancer-Class Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: No Hangar
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace

Ship Name: ANS Recovery Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Ship Name: ANS Restitution Ship Class: Sublight-Class Assault Frigate Shield / Hull: 500/500
Hangar: 1 Squadron Locust-Class Starfighters (10 Total)
Actions: Emerging from Hyperspace, Deploying Fighters

Xiomar Ren · Dec 7, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer
Faction: First Order \\ Status: Defensive Patrol
Allies: [member="Sieger Ren"], First Order and their Allies
Enemy: Galactic Alliance and Allies
Master: [member="Brennan Cabrol"]
Fellow Apprentice: [member="Elensa Jari"]

Equipment: Lightsaber

Tardiness was unforgivable. A notion that left a bitter taste in the mouth of the offender and one that one, with the ability to act properly, ought remedy upon realization. It was that very notion that drove the Ren Disciple's furious footfalls through the halls of the Resurgent Class Destroyer. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have failed to be present with her master to one of, if not the most important meeting she could possibly be graced with? There was no answering the question, and certainly no living down the shame that came with it.

Perhaps it was that very air of ferocity, in spite of her approachable exterior, that drove the troops and officers she passed to shrug away. Or perhaps, more than likely, her position that she dare not take advantage of without the explicit permission of the Supreme Leader himself. Even still she could not help but cast a glare and a half to any who dared cross her path in failure to understand the urgency that drove her. She could feel them, the weight of the darkness that surrounded them as she trudged closer and closer to the bridge. Swelling with anger, unrelenting but reigned in by purpose, she silently stepped through the doors to the bridge hoping to arrive and avoid intrusion.

She had not considered how she would act. Considered the gravity of her absence in a moment as important as their arrival in the system that had been their destination. Yet, as she came within the vicinity of Sieger, Cabrol and Ara, noting the presence of her fellow apprentice Elensa, she dropped to a single knee and lowered her head instinctively.

"Forgive my tardiness, master, and Supreme Leader my abruptness in my arrival in such an inappropriate fashion." She uttered in a dark, but carefully placid tone as she slowly lifted her head to look upon Sieger and those presently accompanying him. While she had not presently considered the flow of her words, nor the consideration one might take of them, she was prepared to face the brunt of her failure in light of the events soon to take place. They were going to war, and they were in need of every able blade they could brandish. Yet she was prepared to take whatever assignment thought apt to her current behavior. While she had not intended to lag behind, she had been caught up in the preparation of her fighter for the coming conflict. "I am prepared to do as you will."

A simple, yet somehow empty, gesture. She remained at her knee, unwilling to move until permitted to. She could feel the tension, despite her yet untrained senses, that filled the air as the present party in the room assessed what ever had grasped their present attention. Instead of taking attention to it herself, however, she was resigned to focusing on honing her anger, pain and inward dissatisfaction. She was of no use to the Supreme Leader if she could not keep her focus, unable to act in fighter or in body should events warrant either action be necessary.

She had presented all she could and acted as she knew best. She was his weapon, his follower and everything he intended her to be. The Supreme Leader will it and she would bend all in her path to accomplish it.

Madelyn Lowe · Dec 7, 2017

FIV Tortuga, Sector L-49...

Slinking behind the First Orders extensive blockade, the FIV Tortuga moved slowly along the ranks of Star Destroyers that formed the defensive positions around Interdiction Station Triaxus. Aboard the stealth corvette, several highly skilled Staff Officers of the First Order Security Bureau sat in the cockpit, each one monitoring one of a swathe of highly sensitive and powerful instruments. The advanced mass sensor was all but useless thanks to the interdiction field, but the RDI-65, and other sensors were still functioning. As the Alliance fleet rolled in, ship after ship caught in the First Order's gigantic web, the officers aboard the Tortuga dutifully relayed and tracked the position of each vessel. At the helm stood Anton Orsk, a Staff Officer specialising in intelligence, and a talented captain for the Security Bureau.

He gazed stoically out of the wide viewport as Empress Teta's Red Fleet rolled in, a minuscule force in comparison, but at the same time it was nothing to sniff at. Arriving in front of the massive Itsukusk, the Alliance was beginning to form a proper defensive line. As Alliance commander Nemo Ven made his ultimatum, and the Supreme Leader responded in kind. Orsk spun in his chair, turning to face his companions and offering a wide smile. "I feel that things are about to get interesting," he said dryly. "Prepare the Hibridium Cloaking Device. We'll engage it once we've rendezvoused with Bureau Chief Ravel's team. The officers nodded, promptly preparing to engage the cloaking generator, and siphoning power from other systems.

Location: Arriving at L-49
Primary Objective: Assassinate Admiral [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Secondary Objective: Capture GA personnel, sabotage Procurator.
Allies: First Order, The Golden Company, [member="Khonsu Amon"]
Enemies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Equipment: See signature + G-11F

Holding on to the strap dangling from the ceiling, Emilia nodded at the mercenary's response, 6 minutes to go. Shoulders squared, she looked out across the seats nestled in the belly of the boarding craft. Her dark helmet betraying no emotion. She ignored the looks of the Guards as she stood there, being jostled every now and again as the ship shifted and bumped in the rhythms of hyperspace travel. The commander had demonstrated his intention to keep them in line during her briefing, she wasted no more time worrying about it. As she prepared for the battle, she felt her nerves fade into the background. Still present, but set aside as she focused on the task at hand.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked her, she ignored him, now wasn't the time for joking, or even to be friendly, now was the time to prepare. Stepping past the man, she moved briskly towards a console near the cockpit of the boarding craft, bending down to examine the radio equipment, and clicking her tongue. "In all honestly, its archaic, how am I supposed to transmit securely with this?" The question was directed at Khonsu, but she didn't expect a response. "I suppose it'll do for now." She muttered, sighing to herself. She dialed in to the secure frequency, waiting for a moment as the connection was established.

:: "This is Bureau Chief Ravel to the FIV Tortuga, we are reverting out of hyperspace to the designated rendezvous point in 1 mike." ::

She sat back on the small stool, hyperspace transmissions tended to have a longer delay than most subspace radio. A moment later, the response arrived.

:: "FIV Tortuga to Bureau Chief Ravel. We're ready for your reversion. You'll jump in 500m below us, and 200m on our starboard side. Please be advised that sections of the Alliance fleet have arrived in system, including a massive Alliance supercarrier. Hostilities are yet to commence, and there is no sign yet of Therapy Command." ::

Emilia replied with a short response, jumping up from the chair and making her way back to the seating area, grabbing her strap just as the gunship suddenly reverted, the spectacular scene of the First Order's mighty blockade. The sight was breathtaking, and Emilia was stunned for a moment looking at it, at a loss for words. A voice piped up from the radio, breaking her reverie.

:: "Pretty impressive isn't it. The Alliance has no hope against this. We're engaging our cloaking systems now, we're pinging you our position on frequency one-two-four, decimal three. We'll update you when the Admiral arrives." ::

The corvette slowly melted into the darkness of space, but Emilia knew it was still there, only a few hundred metres in front of them. As the drew closer to Triaxus station, and the FIV Executioner, Emilia felt a strange spell come over her. She was filled with something she'd never really felt before. It was a deep faith for the Order. Not admiration, not respect, but a raw emotion. It was as if she was a cog in a great machine, executing the will of The Order.

Casting another look at the gathered Sun Guards, she made finally replied to the mercenary's question.

"I'm ready. By Sieger's will, we will kill her."

Cyrus Tregessar · Dec 7, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Ravager \\ Unforgiven-class Battlecruiser

Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance \\ Status: In the vicinity of Station Hapspir

In Vicinity: [member="Cable Shike"] | [member="Castor Ren"]

Space got crowded fast.

At first it was just more First Order ships arriving a pre-determined points, and forming up in groups around their assigned station or patrol sector. Then the first merchants and civilian vessels arrived, confused and afraid, pulled out of hyperspace unwillingly by the Gravity Well Projectors of the First Imperial Interdictors (Sondheimer's and Assimilator's) or tripping the Gravity Mines and being ripped out by the sudden and temporary mass shadows that were spawned. While the former was unpleasant and frightening, the latter could be dangerous for poorly prepared crews or old ships. Forced reversion put stresses on a vessel that it wasn't designed for. Not every vessel survived in one piece. A handful of distress calls pierced out across the void. Cyrus had given no standing orders on that account, that judgement was left to individual task group commanders.

Perhaps it helped drive the point home. None of the civilian ships had tried running yet.

A junior operations technician's screen flashed white, a nearly blinding display in the dim-blue lit CIC, prompting a number of muttered curses from the spacers in the area. An officer swept in quickly to restore order, but instead the dialogue in the area only increased in volume, then suddenly faded, with only a murmured 'kark me' audible as all other voices went silent at once. Cyrus rose from his seat and looked over, the question clear enough.

"It's the Itsukusk, they brought it out," the sensor officer finally reported. "That was the coronal flare from its reversion, the system has never had to deal with something that big before."

Cyrus just nodded. "Very well, Lieutenant. Continue to pass data to the rest of the fleet." Intelligence collection was an always-on affair. The basic details of the Itsukusk were known, it was impossible to hide a ship that big for long, but the extent of its capabilities remained a mystery. First Order intelligence could be brutally effective at times, but the Alliance knew the game nearly as well. They had been playing longer, after all.

The central holographic display practically glowed like a star from the details of all the contacts in the area. The First Order ships were by now largely clustered into five spheres, each around one of the stations, with the largest concentration so far around Station Triaxis... and around the FIV Executioner, a ship that's very existence was a state secret, and who's most important passenger was supposed to have been known only to a handful of people even among the First Order. Fleet Admiral Rausgeber was to be in charge of the defense of that station, while Cyrus handled things at Hapspir. The other stations all had senior officers in charge, including Cyrus' own chief of staff, the kaleesh Admiral Sekerian.

The broadcast from the Supreme Commander of the Alliance reached Cyrus around the same time as the reply, and his reaction to both was largely indifference. Once upon a time, the Alliance had been a military force to be feared. At Dulvoyinn and Coruscant they had broken the One Sith. For a decade they had rested on those laurels. Their weakness had been proven at Hoth. Once, Cyrus might have held something akin to respect for Nemo Ven. Now he only felt contempt.

The Itsukusk sat dormant after its message. A silent behemoth, unwilling to fire first. The Alliance clung to their moral superiority like such things actually mattered in war. As if the winners would ever write a narrative that portrayed themselves in anything but a positive light. Both sides had their pretensions, the pointless philosophical drivel they used to motivate the rank and file, but at leas the First Order was honest in its eye for conquest. Of all the cultures in the galaxy perhaps the Mandalorians were the only ones who really appreciated conflict for the sake of conflict, but even they gummed it all up in tribal nonsense.

Just then the fields went up, a silent, invisible veil, known only to those in realspace by the presence and reports of specialized sensor operators. But within moments the impact could be seen, with merchant and military vessels alike ripped out of hyperspace and tossed ungracefully back among the stars. Sensor readings flowed in, there had been limited opportunities to test the full capabilities of the stations before this actual deployment and the data would be passed back to Central Command for later use. It was imperfect coverage, with ridges and valleys along the outer edge almost as varied as terrestrial terrain.

"Energy surge! Weapons fire from an unidentified Alliance warship."

A terrific green flare split the void and lashed out towards the Executioner. The Alliance had fired first after all.

Keeper-Class Interdiction Stations

Station Hapspir
Officer in Charge: Grand Admiral Cyrus Tregessar

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 100%

Station Barrini
Officer in Charge: Vice Admiral Uluc Keri Reis

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 100%

Station Corbolan
Officer in Charge: Admiral Isano Sekerian

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 100%

Station Triaxis
Officer in Charge: Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 100%

Station Wormturns
Officer in Charge: Admiral Itsel Kahalen

Status: Interdiction Field Active, Relays at 100%. Integrity at 100%

Robogeber · Dec 7, 2017

The crew of the Reprisal worked overtime to move into blockade position. Rausgeber watched his crew at work, and his escorts move into defensive formation. The Reprisal, and the Conqueror anchored Imperator Command as a fleet, while the various frigates, and corvettes scattered around themselves to assume a defensive position around the station, ensuring that Station Tiraxis and more importantly the integrity of the blockade were defended by the fleet. The Fleet Admiral enjoyed watching the fleet deploying, and made sure to note the initiative of Commander Asturo. His defensive manoeuvre would be the foundation of First Order strategy in this theatre. One which will see Rausgeber, and his subordinates support.

"Admiral," A voice rang out from across the bridge, "We have transmission sir," It was the Reprisal's comms officer, "A vessel was just pulled out of lightspeed. It's made contact. And, well, they're rather angry."

Rausgeber allowed a smirk to come across his features, chuckling a little. "Our first catch of the day." He mused aloud to the crew, "Let's hear what they have to say." Rausgeber said, "Play it lieutenant."

There was a pause as the officer began to adjust the transmission, before playing it aloud, across the vessel. "Captain Aeshi Tillian of the merchant ship StarDream. Your interdiction is illegal and disruptive to galactic trade." The voice began, "The shipping guilds will not stand for such a blatant disrespect for our rights."

Rausgeber cracked another distinctive smile onto his face. He let out a chuckle. The self aggrandising, greedy and often angry when caught out. The usual type who decided to hustle in the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions. The brief joy he felt ignited ancient memories held by the Fleet Admiral of amusing exchanges he had before the First Order. When Dosuun was Dosuuun. The times he and Ranulph Gudderian would often amuse themselves with the frustration of traders, and tantrums which often accompanied the forcible removal of them from a spaceport.

However, Rausgeber's instantaneous moment of joy had to end, the mission at hand needed to be given attention. Rausgeber looked at the technician, "Cord please," He began, "I'm going to deal with this one myself." The droid said. There was a pause, as the officer achknowledged the command, fishing for the cable, as Rausgeber gently pushed aside some of his robe, exposing his metallic, carbon frame. The officer plugged the cable into his terminal, before passing the other end to the Admiral, calibrating it. Rausgeber plugged himself in, and felt a jolt of electricity.

The Comms Officer nodded, and licked his lips, before pursing them, "We are ready to transmit on your mark sir," The lieutenant informed his superior. "All settings are plugged in and prepared." The lieutenant turned, and locked eyes with the Fleet Admiral, nodding.

Rausgeber, now appeared on the comms unit of the StarDream. Instead of the hideous, foreign droid body which now represented the Admiral, Rausgeber was human again. The droid smirked, "Captain Tillian, this is Fleet Admiral Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Order's Sixth Fleet." Rausgeber began, his voice now returned to the normal tone and quality he had experienced when he was flesh. It wad warm, accommodating. "The First Order sees no value in some trade company which touts itself to be a moral compass with which to direct our efforts." Rausgeber was clinical in his assessment, and the human which appeared before the woman smirked, "Stand down and prepare to be boarded."

The droid unplugged himself from the conversation, symbolising an end to their conversation. The Comms officer followed suit, and Rausgeber returned to the real world. "So," Rausgeber began, "Prepare tractor beams, prime ion weapons and organise a boarding party." Rausgeber commanded, "They won't be able to escape us, but I want this ships cargo seized, and crew brought before me." Rausgeber commanded. Before returned to the viewport, "Uppity scum like this deserve to be taught a lesson." He looked up, and through the reflection of the viewport, he gazed over at the chief of the Skulls, Agent Ventor, "Be sure to be harsh."

The Skulls were dismissed, and without a sound, departed the command bridge. Rausgeber was left to his thoughts, calculating the chance of casualties when boarding the vessel, how long it would take to reel it in. What the cargo would be. For the sake of being able to brutalise the civilians, he hoped it would be contraband.

The Fleet Admiral amuse himself, until the sounds of panic and alarm began to spread on the bridge, shaking him from his calculations. "Admiral, we have a problem," The Sensors Officer began, "We're recieving sensor readings, sir, the projected, the size, the-" The officer stammered, red faced, frothing at the mouth, with flecks of spittle coating his console, "It-It's off the charts!"

Rausgeber turned back to the young officer, "Calm down ensign," He commanded, in a cool, yet stern voice, "Speak slowly and clearly." The officer commanded, "Tell me, what is-" A chorus of gaps and exclamations met Rausgeber's sentence, with stares as the crew watched, attention transfigured by what was happening. Carlyle turned, and watched, the holograms jaw clenched as the behemoth exited hyperspace, along with its escorts.

From sight, Carlyle knew what the vessel was. He could recognise it. Datatapes and recordings from the Battle of the Anoat Sector had displayed it. In particularly the FIS Kurigan theatre. The officer glowered as the Isutrusk made its entrance to the blockade. War criminals and scum staffed this vessel. It was those responsible for the hundreds of civilians murdered at the Kurigan, and it would be, in Rausgeber's mind, yet another notch within his belt. "Stand firm." Rausgeber commanded, "Prepare weapons, we will not fire until they provoke us. We-" Rausgeber was shut down by the sound of an alien voice, garbling Basic.

"To all First Order vessels, this is Supreme Commander Nemo Ven, Galactic Alliance Defense Fleet you have illegally crossed the neutral zone into Alliance territory, and are now in gross violation of the terms agreed upon during the accords at Kaeshana. You will stand down immediately and set course back to Imperial space, or you will be removed by force."

Rausgeber pondered the new information, things had happened. And it became clear, at least in the Fleet Admiral's mind, he was operating on a wavelength and on assumptions that had not yet before been realised. "Supreme Commander Ven..." Rausgeber pondered, this new information, incorporating it into his droid brain, and continued calculating the odds. If the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance could be mobilised so quickly, there had to be something going on. Was there some kind of data leak. Had Alliance spies managed to infiltrate Central Command? Or alternatively, was there some kind of military exercise was occurring. If this was the case, it was near inevitable reinforcements would arrive.

"Tighten formation," Rausgeber coolly commanded, "Order fighters out, and all batteries armed." Carlyle ordered, "We'll act as a deterrent. Show them we're not afraid of idle threats." He added. "Comms, get me a line to Supreme Leader Ven, I will not have this filth threaten me." He barked. The Comms officer worked to begin another transmission, however, the officer stopped.

"Admiral, Senior Captain Cadvan has replied sir. He's told the Alliance that they won't unseat us. The blockade is too strong." The Comms Officer informed the Fleet Admiral. Rausgeber internally cursed the officer. What authority did Cadvan have to circumvent the authority of him? Of Tregessar? Damn him. Damn them all.

"Admiral, more vessels are coming out of lightspeed sir," The Sensor Officer reported, "A sizeable fleet has deployed before Ven, and a picket line of corvettes has also pushed in." The officer continued. Rausgeber's fury ended, and a more calculated and supple approach took over. It was time for action. Emotion could not take over, at all.

"So be it," Rausgeber began, "Get our fleets in the vicinity on comms.” Carlyle barked to the Comms Officer. There was a brief wait, until the young officer affirmed a line had been created with a simple thumbs up. That was enough for Carlyle.

“Commanders,” Rausgeber began, addressing his subordinates, “Ready your crews for attack, and raise shields, I predict that this will not be the first, nor last Alliance fleet to arrive.” Rausgeber didn’t pause for any confirmation of his orders, time was of the essence, and he did not need to wait for such trivialtries.

“Commander Asturo move your daggers. Spread them out." Carlyle said, “Order their officers to activate their E-War systems, and work to screen fighters. The Alliance has deployed a super carrier. Bombing runs are an unfortunate inevitability. We will mitigate this threat.”

“The daggers second mission is to use their capabilities to disable those missiles. We will not fall prey to any ordinance that can be countered.” Rausgeber smoothly ordered, before turning his attention to the Chiss, “Captain Morro deploy your fighters, along with ours. All commands will hold them within reserve, we will use them defensively, and once they have expended their assets, our superior pilots and tactics will destroy them.”

“Captain,” He once again addressed the Chiss, “Captain should things escalate, commence fire on the-!” Rausgeber was cut off again, as he watched an incoming Alliance vessel, the Sensor Officer had given up alerting the Fleet Admiral. They were coming thick and fast at this point. The droid watched as a weaponised beam crossed his bow, and went through the First Order fleet.

“Commence fire on that vessel!” The Admiral barked. Within seconds of command, the Reprisal and all other vessels within Rausgeber’s fleet commenced fire. The Mandator-X Artillery Cruisers, commenced bombardment with their newly forged weapons, sending four massive, blasts, kyber imbued shots of ion and plasma, the size of freighters to the newly arrived Alliance ship.

“Hold ready for battle.” Rausgeber ordered, “And get to your stations.” The droid now moved away from the comms suite, and the conference call, watching as the space around him, erupted in fire and fury.

“So it begins…”

6th Fleet, Battlegroup Imperator, Imperator Command

Name: FIV Reprisal
Vessel Class: Supremacy-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 1600 | 1600
Hull: 1600 | 1600
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Conqueror
Vessel Class: Vanquisher-Class Star Destroyer
Shields: 1600 | 1600
Hull: 1600 | 1600
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Bombard
Vessel Class: Mandator-Class Artillery Cruiser
Shields:1000 | 1000
Hull:1000 | 1000
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Devstator
Vessel Class: Mandator-Class Artillery Cruiser
Shields:1000 | 1000
Hull:1000 | 1000
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Chase
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Lion
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Cavalier
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Raider
Vessel Class: Fortan-ii Class Corvette
Shields: 200 | 200
Hull: 200 | 200
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Skipper
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 386 | 386
Hull: 386 | 386
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Fortuna
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 386 | 386
Hull: 386 | 386
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Enforcer
Vessel Class: Locust-Class Torpedo Frigate
Shields: 386 | 386
Hull: 386 | 386
Attacking: ANS Incandescent Truth

Name: FIV Firestorm
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields:244 | 244
Hull:244 | 244
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Inflictor
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields:244 | 244
Hull:244 | 244
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Restoration
Vessel Class: Dagger-Class Escort Frigate
Shields:244 | 244
Hull:244 | 244
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Interception
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields: 171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Fury
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields:171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Lancer
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields:171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Gavel
Vessel Class: Mukhitar-Class Corvette
Shields:171 | 171
Hull:171 | 171
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Roar
Vessel Class:Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields:380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Torment
Vessel Class: Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields: 380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Crusade
Vessel Class: Halberd-Class Frigate
Shields: 380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Vengence
Vessel Class: Boneshatter-Class Cruiser
Shields: 380 | 380
Hull:380 | 380
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Trepid
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Brigand
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Guardian
Vessel Class:Charger-Class Corvette
Shields: 160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Aggressor
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Pursuit
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160
Attacking: None.

Name: FIV Bespin’s Pride
Vessel Class: Charger-Class Corvette
Shields:160 | 160
Hull:160 | 160

Attacking: None.

Vlannem Pox · Dec 7, 2017

Allies: [member="FN-6767"]
Enemies: None Yet.
Objective: Get a gunner.

Vlannem rolled his eyes at the stormtrooper, and attempted to make himself seem taller. A weak intimidation tactic if there ever was one. However, this was more out of a need to assert himself. This stormtrooper seemed to be particularly aggressive. But were they all this dense? "I didn't mean tank gunner, dunderhead." He coolly swiped back at her, his brown eyes locked with the visor. He figured a change in tact might be neccessary. It wasn't good to insult those who owe you favours, that's for sure. So he was to appeal to sympathy. "My gunners out, and given we're probably gonna face a chit-load of X-wings and bombers, I could sure as hell use someone watching my six."

"I mean someone to sit in the back of my TIE and cover my ass." He paused, "It's probably gonna be a helluva lot more action than you groundpounders are about see here." He used the playful word way many loadmasters had for the stormtroopers and armoured divisions they ferried. Hell, as a former cargo pilot himself, he'd used it a thousand times. "Hell, if I were to speculate, I'd dare say it's more action you or any of your platoon will probably ever get."

He paused, and sighed, a little bribery never hurt. "I swear, I'll make it up to you when we get back. Booze, cigars, whatever, I just don't want to be a target out there." He paused again, and extended his hand, "Deal?"

Asaraa Vaashe · Dec 7, 2017

Space: Dragged out of Hyperspace aboard the Silver Jedi Order Medical Frigate Tibiyin
Allies: GA | SJO | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Jairdain"] | All other allies
Enemies: FO and Allies

To say that Asaraa had been filled with joy at her posting would be...well an overstatement. The fact of the matter was that when she had heard of the posting, escorting a convoy of medical frigates and supplies while the rest of the Silver Jedi were gathering on Sullust to meet with the Galactic Alliance. She knew it was an unworthy thought, not the kind of thought a Jedi should be having but still, she was honest enough with herself to admit that she wasn't much of a healer. Stil, the company did make it more enjoyable, she still didn't know Yuroic or Jairdain all that well, but the way she figured it, this was a good chance to get to know them better. And she did have the Marines with her too, the entire team had loaded up onto the Frigate along with some additional security forces for security, both on the frigate and when they got to their destination. The Togruta wasn't sure how the master-sergeant had managed to wangle their way onto her ship, but she wasn't going to complain about a few more friendly faces.

She'd seen the Marines settled before edging her way up onto the bridge of the ship to join the other jedi, standing close to the two but away to the side to give them their space. As was her want she reached out to the force, sensing the quiet determination the infused the bridge, the sold feeling of professionals on their way about their work. There was something else thouh, a cold breath across the back of her neck as a vision of a red blade, turbolaser's and blood. The Padawan opened her mouth, the warning of the danver dying on her lips as alarm's blared and red lights flashed.

The Togruta's hand shot down to her commlink, thumbing the activation button as she heard the call of fighters launching and the crew Moving to battle stations.

"Marines, Beserkers looks like we've got trouble brewing, get armoured up, grab your gear and bring the droids online. I'm not sure what's going on but better safe than sorry. Meet up outside hte bridge and deploy from there."

Satisfied from the affirmative replies that she was as ready as she could be Asaraa clipped her comm link to her belt next to her lightsaber as she looked up at Jairdain.

"Nothing good, I can guarentee that much."

Security Forces available

1st Antarian Rangers Marine Assault Team
1 Company Beserkers
2 Companys of L1-Marinus Series Battle Droids

Zanza Hijikata · Dec 7, 2017

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Location: L-49 Exiting Hyperspace --> L-49
Objectives: Rally Next to Fleet --> Begin Recon-in-Force
Allies: [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Jarck Rabsch"] (Any Other Who Want To Tag Along)
Enemies: FO Blockade | Eventually: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] (Swiggty Swooty Coming For That Navy Booty)
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[NOTE: action summary - next few posts will see Zanza and her fight team brush against the entire blockade as a passing recon fly-by]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vDwqpzSrRU

The entirety of the Starbeast shook as it was prematurely ripped from hyperspace. The darting thin daggers of distorted distant starlight suddenly snapped into singularities of light. The bridge of the Starbeast was in chaos, gravity and hyperspace readings were off the charts. The massive hammerhead frigate shook and the steel of the hull rattled as it wobbled putting stress on its entire chassis. Wei had to stabilise himself by clinging to the frame of the transparasteel panoramic windows. "Report, damn it!" Wei shouted at his navigations officer. A sensors array officer spoke instead, "Sir, its a gravity distortion! Sensors are picking up massive gravity pooling."

Wei grimaced at the news. Pushing himself off of the frame he began pacing about the bridge shouting commands trying to regain composure of his vessel and crew. "All hands battle stations..." Wei continued barking off orders to his sensors and navigations officers, "I want a complete scan of the area, ID all FO Vessels with current databases, and prep the fighter teams now!"

Down in the hangar the deployment klaxons began to sound. Starfighter crews and hangar deckhands began to dart about moving to their pre-flight check up positions. Zanza herself had just entered the hangar. She had visited the barracks armory aboard the Starbeast's trooper section. She was now wearing a combat armor (pictured left) designed for space manuevers and heavy fire. Over which she wore the classic starfighter vest and chest mounted breathing monitor box. Her kimono and effects were traded for a trench coat and a heavy blaster rifle. But, as always, her Atrisian samurai hilt lightsaber was firmly mounted to her belt. Strolling into the chaos Zanza marched her way to a Dauntless class X-Wing which was designed to accommodate her single arm. It had been her personal star fighter since the days of the Sith Invasions. Passing by a hangar deck hand who had set up the ladder to the cockpit the deck hand gave her a thumbs up. Zanza gave him a salute and climbed into the cockpit. Inside, Zanza booted up the starfighter's primary systems as the cockpit hatch descended to a close.

Zanza pressing on her all-comms made her call to the other x-wings, a-wings and bombers preparing for departure. "Beast Actual, this is Saber One, looks like I'm tagging along for the ride on this one."

"Saber One, Beast Actual acknowledges. Try not scare the life out of the other pilots with your psycho moves this time."

Zanza laughed and punched the last of the buttons that needed to be activated to complete pre-flight checks. "No promises." Zanza replied. "Zanza" Wei called over the comms. "Listen we got a problem, the entire area is flooded with gravity distortions, and we've picked up damned gravity mines. We're going to manuever over to the Itsukusk. Be careful out there on your run."

"You know me Wei, careful is how I roll." Zanza said. "Don't mess with me Zanza this is important." Wei's stern voice cut through Zanza's humor. The Atrisian jedi nodded in lowered her tone. "I know."

Along with the Starbeast's Beast Squadron, Zanza took off and the flight of starfighters burst out of the hammerhead's hangar moving in groups of two, one lead and another wing man. The fighters and interceptors created a long crescent cover for the bombers behind them as the flew towards another amassing fighter squadron - the infamous Red Squadron. Beast One upon arriving to the tail end of Red Squadron's formation called out to its commander through secured comms frequencies.

"Red Leader, this is Beast One with accompanying Jedi Saber One. We are ready for Recon-in-Force. Waiting for your command." Beast One said. Zanza listened as she eyed the First Order Fleet. It was an impressively oppressive display. Formation was tight with lined rows spreading out in three-dimensions. Large stations sat between them. Mines could be seen floating across the space between the two. Zanza flicked on her comms connection to Red Leader and Beast One.

"Maybe not my place, but, I say we take advantage of the 3D here and dive beneath this mess and run across them from the bottom with full scan on." Zanza continued, "We are the vanguard here after all."

Taeli Raaf · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Hyperspace -> Hex L-49
Objective: A Golden Spear, A Cold Despair
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Zark"] [member="Cathul Thuku"] [member="Lily Kuhn"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"] [member="Zanza Hijikata"] [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Jarck Rabsch"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Aryn Teth"] and everyone else
Enemies: First Order, [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Robogeber"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Morro"] [member="Dako Asturo"]

Equipment: In signature

"Yes," she answered simply, opening her eyes. Events were developing quickly, she could feel it in the Force... and a dark malevolence settling over the First Order positions. A powerful dark being was with them, making no attempts to hide itself. It wanted to be felt, wanted the Alliance to know that it had taken the field at last. The future only held death and destruction, perhaps beyond even the scale seen during the previous campaign at Mustafar, Skor, and Hoth. It only remained to be seen who would blink first in this standoff. Already... there was... Her head suddenly snapped towards the main viewport, a beam of energy flying from the Alliance side towards the First Order fleet and their interdiction.

"The die is cast," she muttered, now looking to the Vice Admiral. "The Supreme Commander wants us to combine our abilities to augment our forces. There is a darkness among the First Order ships, centered one of their Resurgents. I can't tell who it is from this distance... but I can suspect their mysterious Supreme Leader has taken the field. I hope you're ready for a battle of wills, Master Zark."

Even as she spoke, she settled back into a meditative position, silently inviting the Vice Admiral and Jedi Master to join her. Her Force presence would be reaching out, welcoming to him, and ready to augment his Battle Meditation with her own strength. The only worry was, once they started, the dark presence that could only be the Leader would sense their presence as well and send forces to stop their bolstering of the Alliance. It would prove to be an interesting battle to say the least.

Coren Starchaser · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Truth
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Light Side, 2 for 1 Red Bull
Enemies: Imperials, First Order, Dark Side, dead civilians, kidney stones
Objective: Launch Alert Vipers, board some ship, murder some bad guys?

The hum of battle in the Force, the knowledge that he was going to be launching himself headfirst into the fray never failed to cover Coren Starchaser in gooseskin. Was it fear? No, not really. He knew that he had to put himself in between those who served the Dark Side and the rest of the galaxy, he knew what he was, a soldier, a wall, a line in the sand. What it filled him with was excitement, and the desire to get out there, bring the fight to the enemy. He was always worried he could slip off the deep end, but that was why he didn’t try to hold himself to any specific moral compass or Force influenced dogma. The Light Side was there, and it was a matter of what he was intending, and for Coren, it was the protection of those who deserved it.

And the destruction of those who threatened it.

Once on the bridge, he nodded to General Teth and couldn’t mistake that grin for anything else. Someone else was here for the thrill of combat. Who knew what would happen after this blockade was broken, but for now? He was going to enjoy the hunt. “Can maybe use the ship to cause some more damage.” Of course Coren was going to suggest using the enemy’s ship against them, but first things were first, getting to the ship, getting to the bridge, and taking control. Small steps.

“Well, then first step is getting ourselves on a path for the Executioner, yeah?” The Corellian nodded as he was listening to the direction and bustle of the bridge. He’d been in war for a long time, and this was all familiar to him. The order for a shot was coming and Coren would approve, had he familiarzed himself with just what the Truth was capable of. Still, as Teth moved towards the lift the pilot fell into step. Time to get to work.

“Been running around, trying to get re-instated. I’ve got some fighters with me, my own pilots. They’re ready to launch as soon as you are. I’ve got Avengers and Rassilon on standby, going to recruit some of your X-Wings to give my XO some more numbers, but they’ll keep the karkers off our back.” And then what? Get into the other ship, and fight their way through, made sense to Coren, he was ready for it. The lift opened up at the hangar.

“Done anything like this before, General?”

[member="Aryn Teth"]

Cathul Thuku · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Tantra -> L-49
Allies: GA [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Zark"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Zanza Hijikata"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Gir Quee"] [member="Liuna Ondizi"] [member="Jairdain"] [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kiyron"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
Enemies: FO [member="Robogeber"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Dako Asturo"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Sieger Ren"] [member="Morro"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Emilia Ravel"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Natasi Fortan"]
Objective: ~~Deliver medical supplies to Skor~~ Breach the blockade
Music: Truth, Despair and Hope

The convoy was flying on course to Skor, when it was intercepted around a stretch of space near the Metharian Nebula, and dropped out of hyperspace, with cargo ships as well as medical frigates suddenly reverting into realspace. The realization was very real, especially to Tanith, which was in charge of the convoy escort: the First Order was blockading the area, given the sheer number of First Order contacts lurking around the corner. The only saving grace that prevented them from crashing into each other was the looseness of the formation. Those hundreds of other merchant ships who were not so lucky were damaged, and some of them destroyed outright, and the resulting debris were being attracted to the nearest interdiction stations, and are being accelerated towards them. If the First Order is not careful, they may find themselves hoisted by their own petards, as more and more debris get attracted towards the gravity well generators. There were many close calls, those times where ships ended up reverting very close to each other, but the convoy ended up coming in behind the Itsukusk. Relief supplies bound to Skor were stuck in a stretch of the Tantra sector near the Metharian Nebula, and it was time to deploy. Besides, the Itsukusk was already there, and Tantra was just a short jump away. Since the GA did not open fire, Tanith could send her message, alongside transmissions from other parties already present on scene:

"We are being hailed from the convoy!" the communications officer stated, while the communications console lighted up like a tree.

"Patch it through"

Sieger Ren said:
:: Supreme Commander Ven of the Alliance. This is Senior Captain Agron Cavadan of the First Order. I'm afraid I can't fulfill your request - as you can see, the blockade is being established as we speak. It's far too late for withdrawal. :: Even as he spoke, the Interdiction fields of the Keeper-class Platforms began to form, the sensors on all nearby vessels indicating the same. Captain Cavadan gave the Supreme Commander a moment to confirm his words. :: As to your threat of removing us by Force... You will try. ::

Tanith transmitted, while FLEETCOM transmitted the tactical information.

"All ships, prepare to jump to hyperspace; all ships, prepare anti-boarding defenses: I can feel that, on such a battlefield, we may get boarded"

"Every time we fight large engagements with the First Order, it's the same. We are the ones taking fire so that supporting elements" Amica commented, before being interrupted.

"In fact we may use that to our advantage: while the main First Order fleet engages me and other battlecruisers in the area, and perhaps over other battlecruisers, the other elements will engage the remaining platforms: preliminary data transmitted by Commodore Helium indicates that there are five interdiction platforms"

Therapy Command was tardy perhaps, but they still waited on confirmation for the convoy actually coming under attack to jump to its aid: glop grenade launchers were being loaded, and also heavy electromagnetic plasma machineguns were being prepared for placement along the choke points from the spaces most likely to be exploited by boarders, supported by marines, which began to be mobilized and getting into position to repel boarding parties, if it came to that. Such as hangars, to name a few, and also a few spots susceptible to fall prey to boarding. From the looks of it, the other Alliance fleets were already present in order of battle, alongside the ORC allies, and also the SJ ones as well. Given the calculations run and the data transmitted, the three ships shall arrive on the Itsukusk's port, hopefully not colliding with it or with its escorts. Shortly before the fleet reverted, she had to make a speech to her crewmembers, to be shared among all units among Therapy Command that were to be deployed on-site, to that location called L-49, where five gravitational anomalies awaited them:

"Brave people of Therapy Command, of the Alliance! We have seen the atrocities of the First Order once again in action! A day may come where the courage of sentients fail, where trade restrictions be rampant, where we have forsaken the good people of the Southern Systems! But today's not that day, today's not the day where the First Order will have free reign to impede trade and travel in Wild Space! This day, we fight! The line is drawn here and no further! We shall not permit them to slaughter any more innocents than they had!" Cathul shouted into the communications console, while tuned to the FLEETCOM channel.

"Oh boy, that is so not going to be pleasant: five gravitational anomalies like Asmeru's" Amica commented...

"It's like Asmeru but way worse" Cathul responded,

In fact, Amica was the first officer of the Tax Return back on Asmeru, and the sole mention of Asmeru gave cold shivers down their spines: even though both fleets retreated in good order, and only engaged each other but slightly, there was a gravitational anomaly. Here there were five such anomalies, which triggered in her memories of Christoffel symbols, Ricci tensors, metric tensors, stress-energy tensors and all the other stuff associated with gravitational anomalies in her mind, such as general relativity and the topological equations in use. Oh and, given that information, the Excubitor's non-stealth missile launchers were loaded with MIRVs laden with five discord missiles, filled with seven buzz droids apiece, while the stealth MIRVs were loaded with regular assault concussion missiles. Upon reverting at L-49, they realized that their sensor displays were abuzz with tons of enemy contacts, ranging from diminutive escorts to battlecruisers: one Darr Itah, which she fought on two occasions (Kaeshana, where the Darr Itah involved survived but with no firepower whatsoever, and Asmeru) and encountered on a third (Tartarus), and also two additional Resurgents, alongside a variety of Star Destroyers... the battle was about to begin, if it hasn't already, and then fighters began to be deployed around the fleet, with the Chiloon-Is in front and Chiloon-IIs kept further back, while finding herself to the Itsukusk's port.

Elensa Jari · Dec 7, 2017

Location | Onboard the FIV Executioner, Hex L-49

Caehl was straight to business, addressing his new female companion with clear familiarity - perhaps too much familiarity? - but offering word of his plans in a brusque metallic tone that made it clear this wasn't his first time doing this. Elensa received her instructions as she always did - silently - intrigued by not unsurprised by the idea of being thrown into the deep end of the pool. He may have little time for the Sith, but my new teacher certainly insists upon acting like one at moments, she reflected in amusement. No slow learning curve here, so it seemed. But then, would I want that, given a choice? She rather doubted it - better to learn in the midst of the maelstrom than to observe from the sidelines.

The fact that she might now be held responsible for others...it was the act of walking along a precipice that might give way at any moment. To have power, yes, that was always a beautiful thing, but there came the responsibility that came with it: failure would render the consequences hers far more than that of those she would accompany, and the blonde had a feeling that Caehl would certainly hold it against her. Everything is a test, everything a means of assessing loyalty to the First Order. Her teacher had emphasised that on many occasions, and his actions now spoke to the truth behind it.

A voice called out, drawing their attention, one delivered in the cool, calm and precise tones of a being that knew themselves to be utterly in control. She turned, facing the individual, taking note of him: this was a man she knew less by sight and more by reputation. Considerably taller than his holograms had suggested, pale skin that seemed almost unnaturally white - perhaps evidence of anaemia? - eyes that were cold despite their fiery colouration, though his words were unfailingly polite. So this is the Supreme Leader. Elensa had only viewed him at a distance, but seeing him this close now...he seemed both very human and yet very much removed from it. And that makes him a being to respect, or at least be wary of.

Misgivings aside, she noted the outstretched hand, an offering that was common enough among lesser beings, and one she might have brushed aside had it been someone else. Men had a tendency of such little gestures, and there was even considerable ink devoted to the psychology behind it, none of which had served to endear them to her in the slightest. But when such a man offers his hand, a refusal can hardly be seen as a gesture of loyalty, she reflected. And had she not sworn herself to her service when joining the Ren?

Taking a step forward to close the distance between them, the young woman shifted her lightsaber pike to her left hand and extended her right to clasp his firmly, pale-blue eyes meeting those strange amber irises. As she did so, she stretched forth her mind to reach for his - the physicality of their touch allowed her to make contact with his mind and offer a simple projection: her name, whispered softly in a lilting tone appropriate for a Hapan woman, as near to the voice she had lost as she could remember. That done, she relinquished both connections, taking a simple step backwards and bowing her head slightly in a gesture of respect.

No sooner had she raised her eyes again as the ship shuddered in a fashion that suggested they'd sustained an impact, the entire ship seeming to vibrate for a moment as it absorbed whatever had struck against it, a momentary jostle that almost knocked the young woman over. She spread her feet to balance a little better, gripping the staff in her hand to provide her with better purchase, her eyes narrowing in momentary anger as she glanced around and took in the rest of the bridge.

It seems the battle is now to begin in earnest, she thought reflectively, scowling as her eyes flickered towards her Master and his companions - including the other apprentice that had just joined them - silently requesting instructions. Clearly, things had changed, and they now had work to do. No further time for pleasantries, she noted, momentarily glancing at the Supreme Leader. With his ship and life in jeopardy, we cannot simply stand here.

Shia Kryze · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Real Space, Hex-L49
Allies: GA | [member="Aryn Spar"] | Adora Namadihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16394-adora-namadi/ | Baiko no Kaho | Listralli Namadi | Silas Mantis | Dorn Skirata | Davon Karr | Dagon Namadi
Enemies: First Order | Therran Graushhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16803-therran-graush/ | Asharad Graush | The Major
Ship: Orar
Gear: Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame

Shia shifted as the vessel dropped from hyperspace and Aryn moved up to the cockpit rail, her voice still unconciously echoing out the final words of Dha Werda Verda, a smile on her face as the sublight drives engaged with a subliminal hum. She didn't know where the Mando'ade had found these vessels any more than her fellows did, but the incredible silence even inside the stealthed vessel was a very good sign.

"Boarding positions."

She wasn't in charge, but it was the right thing to do, because the thunder was about to get very loud. She stood forward, locking into the crash and boarding restraints before the deployment hatch. She'd heard the plan, she'd need them before this little party was over, beskar'gam or no. Her grin grew wider. Let the others have their battle in a swamp, the Mando'ade were here to make a statement, and it was going to be one no one would miss.

Progflaw99 · Dec 7, 2017

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Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer

Faction: First Order \\ Status: Unleash Hell

Allies: [member="Dako Asturo"] | [member="Robogeber"] | [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

[member="The Major"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Natasi Fortan"] | [member="Morro"] | [member="Samka Derith"]

[member="Raph Thule"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

In Vicinity: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"] | [member="Xiomar Ren"]

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Sieger had extended his hand, touching minds and body briefly with the disciple. His grip was firm, though not overwhelming, and as he heard the woman's name whispered through the tendrils of the Force he smiled. A quick welcome in response, a sense of strange warmth and belonging relayed back along the same line. It was then that things took a turn. Before the Alliance's Supreme Commander could respond, a shout went up from the gun pit below Captain Cavadan, the XO raising his voice in alarm. At almost the same time, a brilliant flash of green light exploded into existence, originating from the enemy line of ships.

"They're firing!"

A panicked shuffle of movement occurred at one of the consoles, the expression hardening further. Shields had been activated the moment they'd entered the system but the exclamation put everyone on edge. It only took seconds before another brilliant flash was emitted across the void as the proton beam weapon fired by the GAS Incandescent Truth. The hull of the Executioner shuddered, shields straining against the sheer power of the weapon unleashed against it - but it held, or so it seemed. Though the Executioner shuddered, she was a stout vessel, almost three thousand meters of durasteel and tungstoid armor plating supplemented by it's shielding. It would take more than that to send it shattered into the void. To say the Executioner was unaffected would have been a lie however.

The proton beam was a powerful weapon, typically seen on ships larger than even the Resurgent. Even so, the power of the proton beam constructed on the GAS Incandescent Truth found its mark. The beam had punched a hole directly through the Executioner's shields, the beam tearing into the quadranium lined hull across the ship's starboard hangar. At first it seemed as if it would hold, the armor plating absorbing much of the damage - but then the plating buckled. In a sudden burst of fire and released oxygen, the starboard hangar was ripped open to the void. A violent surge of debris began shooting from the now open hole in the hull, the beam slicing a portion of the hangar ceiling open, extending towards the outermost edge of the bay - the only thing remaining at the edge was the very frame of the Resurgent. Several fighter craft were evaporated instantly, the rest held down by the maglocks. Bodies could be seen floating out into space, ripped from the slick deck of the now venting hangar. As the beam's fire concluded, the shields rapidly closed again. Not a crippling hit, but a significant one.

Sieger throughout the ordeal could be seen gazing outward as the beam slammed into the hull, a sly grin cutting across his demeanor. The powerful energy of the Dark Side swirled around him even stronger as he stepped further towards the center of the bridge. He had taken a moment to greet the Ren on the bridge whit him, including new arrival but under fire he stood, his posture erect while extending a hand towards the comm station. With a small manipulation of the Force, he configured a communications channel across all frequencies and began transmitting. Though the rest of the fleet undoubtedly knew what order was to come next, they'd held their fire - awaiting the command. The galaxy seemed to wait in silence for the response the First Order would make as the proton beam terminated against the shields of the Executioner.

Punctuated by an opening cackle and trailing into silence, the transmission was broadcast.

:: *Cackle* *Pause* Open Fire! ::

The voice was unmistakable, wrought of hatred and unhindered rage. Though he had appeared only a handful of times throughout the last decade but with a sudden surge of Dark Side power reaching even the farthest First Order vessels it was almost impossible to confuse the voice of Sieger Ren, Supreme Leader of the First Order. Without hesitation, unabashed fire erupted targeting the closest military vessels. A fair measure of the initial fire would likely cause little damage at the range they were engaging the Alliance fleet, but that would change. Now it came down to the vessel commanders, the fleet commanders, and the Grand Admiral Cyrus Tregessar. Even so, the Captain of the Executioner began issuing orders at breakneck speed. Shuttles were to be boarded, fighters scrambled. Thanks to his prior commands the pilots had naught but to launch from the bays as they screamed into the void, the sounds of their Twin Ion Engines reverberating within the hangar.

With a deep breath Sieger closed his eyes, his mind withdrawing into the Force as he fueled his strength from memories held close to his chest. Memories of pain, and fear. Memories of anger and an all consuming rage. There was no attempt to mask his presence any longer, today the Galactic Alliance would feel the sting of the First Order's bite, they would feel the power of Sieger Ren. As his attention began to focus more and more on maintaining the coordination he now commanded, he spoke inaudibly to the Ren aboard the bridge.

<< The Alliance has made a vast over calculation of their strength. Accept this power and cloak yourselves in it. Prepare yourselves for the combat about to envelop us all as we release our enemies to the void. My Knights of Ren... You will kill them all. >>

"Priority target. GAS Incandescent Truth. Deploy fighter screens and disable that proton cannon."

"Aye aye, Sir."

"Defensive batteries, watch for enemy corvettes and fighters. Get a message out to the fleet, maintain wide spacing."

"Enemy deploying fighters in sectors two and eleven."

"Get a line on Fleet Admiral Rausgeber, have him send picket support our way."

"Relay to Grand Admiral Tregessar our starboard hangar is out of commision. Get damage control to erect a temporary shield barrier and evacuate it."

The bridge was awash with activity, each bridge officer barking and relaying commands as Captain Cavadan and Commander Lupus stalked the deck. Sieger stood in the center of it all, eyes closed as he focused with practiced skill. Everyone was on top of their game, targeting computers and offensive systems teams operating at peak efficiency, damage control teams calm, diving in to the work ahead. Pilots as they launched from the Executioner's bays grinned as they shot out into the void, intent on shooting down any Alliance resistance. As fire came belching forth from the combined might of the First Order fleet, the newly emerging Therapy Command would find itself re-entering just in time to watch the fire reach the Alliance's line. The extra power from the CFE-G2MK7 increasing the fire output of the Executioner's guns significantly.

The first shots had been fired, and as the Executioner continued its forward motion, her crew went to work. They'd taken a heavy blow but if the Alliance thought they would have the last laugh that easy, they had another thing coming.

FIV Executioner
2304/2904 Shields
2702/2904 Hull
Attacking: GAS Incandescent Truth, Support Vessels

Valkren Calderon · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Sullust, Orbit. Pantera Stealth Frigate

Objective: Play the waiting game

Assets: Ranger Special Tactics Unit, 'Radama Raiders'

Valkren Calderon cursed under his breath as he threw his cards down on the table in front of him. Three other rangers around the table tossed their cards away in confusion and defeat.

"Ya'll got any more credits I can take?!" Specialist Jim Lowder smirked across the table from Valkren, pulling in his winnings from the trio before him.

"That's three times in a row now, there's no way you're not cheating." Sergeant James Plexico spoke up, directly to Valkren's left. The soldier set down his cards while glaring at the specialist.

"I want my karkin' money back, now Jimmy!" Plexico put the tip of his index finger right on the cards he set down to emphasize his seriousness.

"No way man, you lost them!"

"Usually I would have come out and just said good game, Lowder..But that was some sithspit." Lieutenant Konrad Harris chimed in, taking a drag of a cigarette that hung from his lips, also staring at the soldier in question.

"Come on! Boss, you gotta straighten up your guys, they just can't deal with losing credits." He turned his voice to Valkren this time, hoping to strengthen his statements with the backing from his superior and friend. Valkren looked down to his losing hand on the table, then back to his teammates.

"Now, usually I'd agree with you kid, just not when my credits are in the mix." The colonel spoke as he pushed himself from the table, patting Harris on the shoulder as he left the group of specialized warfighters to their game. He'd move past a stack of crates that were concealing their mischief, only to walk into a corridor full of Rangers, mainly hailing from the Radama Raiders, Valkren's own specialized unit. However there were other units present, elements of the first marine assault force and first Infantry were easy to spot. Most of the grunts seemed to be relaxed, some sporting their different shades of Katarn armor, others still in their protective under-layers, chatting with others as they checked over their kits. Valkren himself was only in the lower portion of his Katarn armor, having unzipped his upper layer of protective 'skin' to breath during their card game.

It was strange, this moment of peace all the soldiers had..It was almost enjoyable. His earpiece suddenly buzzed, a Silver Shadow's voice came to him, informing the young colonel of something strange.

He should have known, soldiers don't get to rest.

Valk' brought a finger to his earpiece, changing his trajectory to move towards the last pieces of his armor and kit. "This is Colonel Calderon, on my way."

The men and women around him seemed to change their posture and positioning, moving quicker and some sort of news began to spread amongst them. Valkren recognized this and increased his pacing, collecting his equipment and bag quickly. After some quick help from other rangers to finish fitting his plating around his body, he was ready to roll. Helmet in hand, now clad in his full suit of decorated Katarn armor, he made his way to Liuna's position.

After a minute of navigating the turns and corridors of the stealth frigate, he found his destination, the intimidating figure of a fully-armored ranger bringing eyes to him as he entered the room, looking for the source of the call.

"What's the situation?"

Allies: SJO/GA [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Dusaro Dresari"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Kira Novak"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] | [member="Liuna Ondizi"]
Opposition: Unknown

Sal Katarn · Dec 7, 2017

SPACE

The deck shuddered as they emerged from hyperspace. Raph and his platoon leader, Dallows, shared a glance. The Naboo natives shared a bond that went beyond their role as officers. They knew that if the Alliance lost today, if the Alliance broke, then Naboo would be at the top of the First Order's list of worlds to decimate.

Thule shuddered at the thought of Naboo suffering the same fate as Eriadu, or the prisoners on Karfeddion.

He filed into the Orbalisk-class boarding shuttle along with the others and settled into the troop bay. The shuttle lifted off and leapt out into the chaos of the battle outside, along with twenty others like it.

[member="Lily Kuhn"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

Silas Mantis · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Hex L-49, Aboard Orar
Allies: [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Baiko no Kaho"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: [member="The Major"] | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"]

Beneath the helmet, crimson war paint adorned Silas face as it did his brother's and niece's lightyears away. The Mantises were not a clan with rich Mandalorian history, they were the first of their names to fight for the Mandao'ade, and with that came the honor of leaving their mark on the pages of history for the first time. Even though they'd only been known for such a minuscule time in the grand scheme of things, their name had become synonymous with untold ferocity, even among their vod.

Silas felt a grin creep over his face. Today's battle was a blessing twofold, on one hand it would remind the galaxy just why it feared the warriors of Mandalore, and for Silas it was also a chance to remind the galaxy that the wolves of the Mantis family were as deadly as they had ever been. Looking to Baiko, Silas gave her a nod. She may not have necessarily seen herself as Mandalorian, but to Silas she was family, and that was enough. He also knew better than to doubt the woman, from Kaden's recollection, she knew how to used the blade at her hip.

Locking himself into the restraints he looked down at the shotgun in his hands and excitedly wondered how long it would take before it was on his back, while his blade was buried in someone's throat. He gave it a few minutes at best.

"Today is a good day for someone else to die." Silas recited the famous quote in Mando'a, smile on his face.

Baiko no Kaho · Dec 7, 2017

Location: Spaec, Hex-L49
Allies: GA | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Adora Namadi"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Listralli Namadi"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Dorn Skirata"] | [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"]
Enemies: First Order | [member="Therran Graush"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="The Major"]
Ship: Orar

Discomfort was an easy read for an Echani, when the intended was ten feet tall. The roll of Aryn Spar’s shoulders, the way he hunched and the ticks and tremors in his beskar’gam gave Baiko enough indication. A small note came to [member="Aryn Spar"]’s buy’ce proving more about the untested woman in his party than the Togorian himself.

‘If your buy’ce requires modification, I can fix your armour once this is complete. Is armour not a tenant of your Resol’nare? Why should you suffer an ill fit?’ Baiko no Kaho was known as a Governess, a glorified educating Nanny for Preliat Mantis’ daughter, yet beyond that she was enigma and artifice.

Today Baiko would be discovered by those closest to her charges and that alone instilled her with a pre-battle quiet. Broken by [member="Shia Kryze"] and her unconscious battle poetry, Baiko swerved and took position for boarding. Her mission was to slice into whatever ship they came across, interfere with the internal systems and help raze havoc. Little did [member="Silas Mantis"] and the other Mandalorians present know precisely how Baiko would slice into the ship’s system.

“With a Mantis involved, death is assured... As long as it is not mine.” Baiko sighed, locked into the restraints beside Silas. While the young wolf did not require aide to stay alive (unless his arm was severed in a fall), old instincts refused to die. The protection Baiko could offer the Mando’ade was of another kind entirely. She gripped the restraint across one shoulder and waited for the Orar to meet its’ target.

It was a curious thing, this armoured shell. The woman felt encased, claustrophobic and hemmed in by it. [member="Kaden Mantis"] argued more than once to the Governess that armour was part of their ubiquitous Resol’nare, 6 Tenants for life as Mando’ad. The boy seemed to think she didn’t understand what a Mandalorian was. He was as incorrect as Baiko felt chaffed by the metal straight jacket. Armour. Bullets and Blaster packs.

Her other hand draped across the hilt of her sword. It was all she required. “Get me two officers. Leave the higher rank one alive.”

Ara Zambrano · Dec 7, 2017

Hex L-49 \\ FIV Executioner \\ Resurgent-class Star Destroyer
Faction: First Order \\ Enemy: Galactic Alliance | [member="Bryce Bantam"] \\ Status: Defensive Patrol
In Vicinity: [member="Sieger Ren"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Elensa Jari"]
Equipment: Ba’Olin (Aura suppression only, see OOC note) \\ Lightwhip \\ Armour

The familiar mechanical tones of the vocalizer imbedded in the Knight’s helm echoed forth in response her question, Ara’s gaze respectfully trained on the opaque visor, despite the impossibility of seeing his in own expression in response. A curt nod as he confirmed what she knew to be true, her faith that Brennan, and those under his command, would be well prepared for the confrontation to come once again proving true.

”Do as you see fit in regards to their orders, I trust your judgement in such matters.”

Moving up beside him, her shoulder nearly brushing against his as they stood, the lilting purr of her voice mixed with the din of the Bridge. Her gaze scraped over the silent young Hapan again, eyebrows raising slightly in curiosity, noting the girl’s silence thus far. Head canted slightly in consideration, lips curled up in a welcoming smile as the Disciple’s name crossed Brennan’s lips, confirming her identity for the Arch-Queen. Any questions she may have posed towards his Apprentice were cast aside in difference to the figure approaching, a wash of Darkness preceding his voice and figure, calling to their own.

A cold appraisal passed over them, the Master meeting his gaze with the smallest duck of the head from respect, unconscious movement drilled into her from experience. His gaze cast across the trio, lingering for a moment on Brennan before cutting sharply to the Master, her crimson irises unflinching against his scrutiny. Under his cool gaze, the minute changes in his appearance did not pass unnoticed, skin smoother, the small cracks of age and lines of maturity finer, near disappeared in comparison to her previous encounters with the enigmatic leader. One might mistake the man for aging in reverse, had she not been deeply in tune with the similarities between his Aura and another’s….Brennan’s.

"Caehl... or is it Brennan now?"

A shiver rolled across her spine, eyes flashing a deeper red in response to his sharp tone, the undercurrents of his simple question directed at the Knight passing unnoticed by those surrounding.

Would this be the moment of her reckoning for the deal struck with [member="Darth Carnifex"] , the evidence of her subterfuge lay bare at the feet of the Supreme Leader himself?

Instead, an amused smirk turned up the corners of his lips, answered by a knowing smile of her own, her title rolling off his tongue, little more than a whisper. Bordering on humorous, as her referred to her by her station, not within the Ren but without, the truth of the situation having never passed beneath her notice. A throne granted to her through his will alone, the woman was hardly more than a puppet of his will. Wrapped in strings constructed of gold, persuasion, and power, yet a puppet nonetheless.

”You grace us with your presence, M’Lord.”

A quiet acknowledgement even as he turned towards Elensa, a hand offered and accepted in greeting, power passing between the two briefly. Another spark of interest in the girl forming, more questions rising to the forefront of Ara’s mind, easily filled away for later examination in difference to the task at hand.

Alarms broke the reverie of the Ren, yet another joining their group in the final moments, a second Apprentice to her friend, [member="Xiomar Ren"] . Derision for the tardy entrance would have to wait as the howling of bloodlust swirled in her gut, Green light dominating the viewport of the Executioner, the hull of the Resurgent shuddering beneath their feet. And then it came.

A vicious smile lit across her features as Sieger gave the order that would be heard throughout the Galaxy, the cessation of hostilities between the Galactic Alliance and the First Order coming to an end as they fired the first volley.

Power swelled, rage, pain, even fear, thrown into a volcanic eruption of Darkness stemming from the serene pillar that was Sieger Ren, the Master’s eyes drawn to his existence above all else. The mask he once wore was gone, the entirety of his power washing across them in a wave, an answering swirl of emotion rising in her gut but a shadow of the intensity emanating from him. As his voice whispered through their minds, the helmet still held securely in her grasp settled onto the crown of her head, the HUD display within stirring to technicolor light, vision lost to the screen of LEDs for a few sparse moments, before becoming accustomed to the harsh display.

As you will it.

An answer meant for him alone, Sarathiel Ren stood ready, her orders clear. Kill them all.

You say the word and my weapon is drawn.

Theme

Invasion As You Know, Our Blockade is Perfectly Legal | First Order Invasion of Galactic Alliance Held Hex L,

Hellwalker

B E A C O N

Forever Zealous

Lady of Patience

Grand Admiral, First Order Central Command

Prefsbelt Commander

Schmuck

Worst Jedi

Atrisian Jedi Samurai

Bookworm

Moonage Daydream

Admiral, Therapy Command

In Silent Torment

Mandalorian Mystic

Well-Known Member

Not a Hero

Scruffy Lookin’ Nerfherder

Destroyer

G J E N G Ä N G E R

Sarathiel Ren

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