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Ascendancy Over What Remains (OS Dominion of Crina)

Rexus Drath

Well-Known Member
Location: Crina Square Park
Objective: Acceptance
Allies: None
Post: 1

Mistakes had been made in the past, mistakes that needed to be corrected. The force had brought this man here for just that reason, a person that he had brought into this galaxy. How many people had they killed? How much blood was on his hands for doing the right thing, whatever the amount it was one drop too much. So in a wooded park in the capital city a dark skinned Jedi sat levitating atop a large water fountain. With him was a simple silver lightsaber, cortosis glove, and a fifty caliber revolver.

Water sprayed up from the fountain. But it simply passed around a small invisible bubble that wrapped itself around the man. Everything was as it should be, evil coming to conquer and subjugate, good trying to save as much as they could. But today this wasn't about good or evil for the Jedi knight Rexus Drath, it was about coming to grips and facing the monster he had created.

So Rexus exhaled deeply and focused in on his powers. Channeling his will and energy he searched for a single person inside the the mess of ships and metal monstrosities. There was so much evil up there, so much malice and hatred, it was almost painful to look at it in a spiritual manner. But after a few minutes of looking he tracked down and pinpointed the exact location of the one he wanted.

[member="Sage Bane"]

The man he had found on Nar'Shadda and took in. The man he trained before his capture by the sith, he sensed that darkness in him and he could of stopped him. He could of paid more attention, he could of done something. But it was too late now, Rexus had to face what he unleashed upon the galaxy. So with Rex focused through the force he sent a telepathic message to the boy letting it be known it was him, he made no effort to mask his force signature, it was time to be reunited.

Crina Square Park, ten minutes.Come alone, bring friends, I don't care.

And that was it, all there was to do was wait and see what had been done. To see how far the darkside had tainted that young boy.
 
Objective: Deal with those who flee
Location: Galactic South-East of Crina
Allies: None..as yet.
[1/20]

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Remnant Space. Aram gazed upon it’s vast emptiness with cold blue eyes. The distant glows of the stars reminding him that this was where he was at home. No not Remnant Space, Sith space. Or soon to be.
The domination of Crina was to become the defining moment in the history of the One Sith, with it they would eradicate the pathetic remains of the Imperial Remnant and claim their world as their own. To Aram it was the perfect first engagement, for he saw these ‘Imperials’ as nothing more than pretenders, holders of a title that belonged not to them. He was an Imperial, from the times when the Galactic Empire held the galaxy in it’s fist, he knew power and could not allow these pretenders to hold it any more.

However the empty space that lay before him was far from the battle of Crina. Instead the battle-group had been sent on a long winding series of jumps and movements that had taken them dangerously close to the borders of primeval space. All twenty seven star destroyers had managed to make it to the area and had spread out in a sprayed picket formation, the centre Wyyrlok holding the title of the Pruvail, a tribute, a reformation of Aram’s flagship of his Imperial days and it was upon the Pruvail that the Fleet Admiral now stood ready to make his mark.

The maps read and re-read, maths had been done and calculations addressed by hundreds of tacticians and navigators. The angles were perfected and with military precision Aram had moved his fleet into position.

Position for what though?

“Are we sure of the approach?” Captain Deesat, Aram’s second spoke to a navigator sat at a console near the viewing platform of the bridge.
“Yes sir, all the calculations indicate this is the right spot.” The officer chimed fully aware that perhaps the navigators and got it wrong. “I can re-run the numbers, we may need to relocate to the west side of Crina.”
“Negative.” Aram spoke from his command. “We are in the right place.”
“Sir, Crina has a large retreat angle, there are many possible decisions and I am not sure we took the right…” Deesat went silent as he looked out of the view screen. Several ships starting to appear as they were pulled out of hyperspace.
“You were saying Captain?”

The retreating Remnant forces had fallen into a trap, their retreat paused by two well placed Amarok Class Cruisers with full gravity wells deployed.
“Shall we begin?” Aram said with a smile. “Launch fighters, turn to attack positions. Increase forward firepower.”
“Sir won’t the lords want political hostages taken?” Deesat gave him a weary look.
“I said increase forward firepower. I want them all destroyed!”
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Location: Outer system
Objective: Observation
Allegiance: None of the above

The Garden of Unending Delights, a semi-decrepit and heavily modified Huttese pleasurecraft, drifted in the outer system. On the bridge, Alec watched long-range sensors and occasionally took a drag off her cigarra. Her Arcona communications officer, breath smelling vaguely of salt, burbled vigorously.

"Me neither," said Alec absently. "The One Sith don't mess around. So much for Empire."

Burble, burble.

"No, not since that ess-ess-dee crashed into the Kuat yards during Omni."

Burble.

"Yes, it's been that long. Here, come look at these sensor traces. Tell me what you see."

Burble.

"We're light-hours away with precalc coordinates and a lined-up vector. Seriously, we're fine."
 

J3C0

Guest
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Objective: Take Crina
Location: Space
Allies: Sith
Post: 3

Fleet Composition:

Boan stood, watching the readouts of the consoles around her with silence looming around her. There was nothing much for her to do. She had not brought her fleet, and while the Imperious could go toe to toe with nearly any vessel in the galaxy there was no way she would risk her ship by sending it through the minefield, at least not while the other end of it was occupied by the Crinaen navy.

That was just foolish.

So instead she simply stood and waited. She waited for Black Sword Command to cut through the mines. She waited for the Sith to throw themselves upon the alter and sacrifice their forces. She waited for Crina to make a mistake, to play into her hand.

She had all the time in the world after all.

“Ma'am. We've located the signal.”

The Fleet Admiral smiled at that, tapping a key on the console in front of her. The signal was a public communications line here on Crina, no better than a regular Holonet array really. Yet that hardly mattered. What mattered was that her message would go through. She motioned to her ensign, who quickly worked to push the Imperious' broadcast signal to full strength.

“People of Crina.” Her voice rasped, ringing out to anyone who was listening. It wasn't the entire planet, but hopefully enough would hear her. “I am Fleet Admiral Boan Rein. I come to you today with a simple plea, and an offer to match.”

The Admiral stared unsmiling into the projector, her eyes staring into the very soul of whoever was watching. “Do not fight, for you have no hope of winning.

“You have seen the forces arrayed against you. You have seen the armies and the armada that bears down upon you. You cannot fight it, and you certainly cannot win.” So many worlds had been taught that lesson, and they had been far better equipped than Crina. “Instead, join us. Join me. I hold no love lost for the Sith or their ways.”


Admitting that was near treason, but that hardly mattered as she spoke. “Yet within their lands one finds peace. Order. Meritocracy.”

“Help me build the Empire that you wish to see.” Her voice grew stronger, straining into a command. “As I have begun to do.”
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Location: Outer system
Objective: Observation
Allegiance: None of the above
Post: 2

The Arcona coughed, clearing his throat, and switched to Basic. "Captain, I detect interstellar distress calls Coreward of here. From direction of Kalee and Muunilinst."

"Source?"

One long, narrow hand adjusted the headset, while the other worked the panel. "Expensive gear. I think Crinan elites. Read between lines, they were intercepted by Sith. No mercy."

Alec grunted. "Any way we can tell where they are, drop by afterward?"

"Not from this range, Captain. Is not a point on our charts. Would take days to find, with risk."

She felt her lips compress to a thin line. "Not that I've got much love for the Crinan elite, but feth, is that ever cold."

"Is Sith."

"Yeah. Look, extrapolate what you can, and maybe we'll find a way out there after. Might be survivors, salvage, data..."

"Is, how you say, comprehensive. Shock and broken transmissions. Thorough."

"Hm?"

"Thorough, I said, Captain. And fast."

(OOC/ In reference to [member="Aram Kalast"].)
 
[member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Boan Rein"] [member="Rick Galurom"] @Weiss @Aurna Vern [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Rovasus Vonstrogg"] [member="Cyrene Miles"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

(I know its above a minor faction's limit, but if its ok I'll write it just for the story it won't carry away from here. I will keep all shapes below 1000m though)

Fleet Composition:
The Sith were a clever and impatient lot weren't they?

Alva kept an eye on her sensor suite as it blurted information at her as the Sith fleet opened up with Turbolaser fire on the asteroids and mine fields. Sleeper mines would be hard for them to find and hit, but with enough fire they were bound to hit one, and a mine required some of the explosives be clustered together of course to amplify the damage they did to the enemy. The mines were meant to damage enemy ships coming out of hyperspace when caught by the gravity well projectors, but they were doing a fine job slowing the Sith advance down. Once the Sith were able to hit a few mines and cause a few chain reactions, Alva found herself sighing exasperated with how stubborn the Sith advance was. Still, the chain reactions wouldn't wipe out all the mines. Maybe half at most? She wasn't sure, she wasn't an explosives engineer, but she knew logically the mines would be placed according to where they could damage the most ships when they fell out of hyperspace, so the clusters would have slight gaps between them so they didn't only go off on one ship.

Still, the Sith could keep causing chain reactions in the clusters as they looked for them and once they hit a few they could find the pattern of placement for the rest. In that time the Crinan Navy ought to position itself for the engagement. There was no ship in the fleet as large as the ones the Sith brought, but still a planet with enough time its in isolation sovereignty had a decent sized fleet, especially as the Imperial Capital, even if most of the Imperial ships were pulled away hunting warlord. The Heavy Cruisers took the front line, their long range guns tracking the Sith ships to take fire the moment they came into range, beside them were the Crinan Frigates, arrayed with missile launchers readied for fire once the fleets clashed together, and in the rear sat the carriers deploying their squadrons and acting as rear guard to fill in the ranks of any ship that went down.

The 181st Began to Swing into position along with the rest of the squadrons forming the fighter screen, leaving Alva staring at her controls as they essentially formed a wall with the main fleet. They would clash and it would be brutal. . . . .but she had every confidence the 181st and Crinan Interceptor Squadrons could manage going up against the Sith's own fighters. For now though they would have to wait, just like everyone else. And while they waited they would receive the Admiral's message, they would hear it, and from the planet below a voice belonging to someone Alva thought had already fled would speak up.

"If you were an Imperial you wouldn't have brought Sith forces to this world where Imperials supposedly were staying. If you were an Imperial you would have come to them with this offer yourself, and used them to form an Empire. All I can see is a Sith officer who doesn't have the pride or courage to step away from them now, even if allies were within her reach. Let Crina show you a true Imperial Stronghold's resolve."

At the palace while there were many guards who could not access the force there were those who could as well, Practitioners who had moved to join the fight at the Palace, and some Imperial Knights who had also taken up positions to strengthen the holding. While weak they would feel the uses of the force by an outside entity, and soon a Practitioner and Knight would arrive near [member="Darth Kentarch"] position, looking for the disturbance.
 
1/20
Location: Crina
Objective: Protection of feeling ships
Allegiance: Imperial Remnant

The Admiral was lucky to have been out of the system when the attack began, though it did mean she was late to do any real support for the invasion of the Imperial Remnant's home base. Upon arriving out of hyperspcae the first thing Admiral Eobarda Tarkin heard were the clamor of all of her officers reporting on the situations.​
"We've got reports of ships landing, ma'am!"
"There's a fleet attacking fleeing ships!"
"We're getting nothing but mayhem on the surface. We need to send troops in!"
All the while the chiss sat in her command chair taking everything in. It was hard to say if she was listening in or not. In truth she heard every word, processing it fast enough to figure three to four to ten different moves to make. All of the were risky but in any game risks would have to be made. Now was the time to make hers.​
She slammed her hand down to quiet everyone before saying "Order all ships to attack that fleet. All cruisers. Star Destroyers. Fighters. Armored transports. The works. I want as many of them taken down or occupied as possible while the transports leave. Now move like you have a purpose!"
With that everyone clamored about to move as per ordered. The chiss woman fell back into her chair and watched with collected eyes as their ships moved into position. On her word she ordered the forward batteries to fire first, getting the attention of [member="Aram Kalast"] and his fleet. Hers would be enough of a challenge for him to be sure. After the forward batteries were given target, mainly any of the smaller ships that could be taken out by a frontal assault of a Star Destroyer's cannons. That would get his attention for sure. Instead of order the all ahead right away Tarkin ordered all TIE fighter squadrons off next. She waited a few moments, letting the in close enough to get into the thick of the battle within the fleet, before finally ordered for the heavier guns to move in.​
"Here I am, you son of a Hutt." she said to herself, though in truth to Kalast. "Now come and get me."
 
Objective: Infiltrate Royal Palace
Location: Royal Palace Courtyard
Allies: One Sith / Sith Assassins
Music: Kentarch's Force Horror
2/20

He took his time, avoiding the path's of the guards and soldiers who protected the palace. Still concealed with the force he made his way through one of the side gates and into the courtyard. The Sith Lord glanced about, trying to find any senior officers who happened to be lingering about and in the open. After a few moments Kentarch decided that none were worth dropping his disguise for so he pushed on. If this was going to work he needed to kill the senior most command of the Imperial forces, cut the head off the dragon as they said and the body dies.

After a few moments he noticed some Imperial Knight was then trying to out him, and sense his presence. With a combination of force stealth and force concealment he was able to outmaneuver him outright, walking around a nearby column to the knight's left as he searched. A master in concealment, Kentarch had been schooled in such evasive techniques during his time as a Disciple of Twilight. He thought of when his training was complete of how he butchered his teachers and slayed all at the enclave he trained at. The memory brought a rare smile to his face. Not that anyone could see it.

He stopped behind some pillar for a moment to listen to some of the guards chat. He swore to himself when he heard the empress had escaped. Not losing his focus however he pressed inside the main entrance of the palace to the grand hall. The Empress may have escaped but senior command still needed to be eliminated. Kentarch would not relent until they were all dead.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Location: Outer System
Objective: Ponder allegiances
Allegiance: Unspecified
Post: 3/20

The Privateer-class frigate Lor Pelek, still lightly scarred from a nearby warlord's botched trap, observed the engagement via long-range sensors and comms intercepts. The latter was thanks to the new system that Adaska was piecing together, though completion was still a way off. On the bridge, Vastor winced as the intercept gear cycled through half-decrypted noise, patch by patch. "Turn it off, Futz. Or listen to it on headphones if you want -- we'll get a lot more out of the sensors."

"If you say so, Cap." His Noghri first officer slipped on a headset without complaint. "Though how you can make heads or tails of it at this range is beyond me."

"It's a pattern-recognition thing." Vastor tapped the sensor board. "More or less. Look, you can see formations on one side, and the other side's fielding a fleet plus every small craft they can come up with."

"Just looks like a glowball to me."

"You can tell the difference between a desperate swarm and a competent fighter screen, even at this distance. Here, come see."

"Last time you said that, Cap, I wound up doing serious research on whether Noghri and Zeltrons can interbreed."
 
Location palace interior.
Obective - repell any attackers
Allies Imperial Remnant
Post 2/20

Weiss started to listen to the com, stormtroopers reinforcing the palace guard sweeping the hallways and mounting barricade defences just as Weiss and @Rick Galorum. Their entire battallion of 640 troopers were preparing, Stormtroopers digging in and their officers instructing at every corner of the palace - and they sure would make some noise before any damn imp pretenders walsed in.
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Damned if anyone was entering this palace without setting one of those explosives off he thought. ( @ darth kentarch )

Then he turned to his brother in arms.
"I doubt it 404, the fakers and their sith masters are heavily outnumbering us. Beside I heard a single sith can take on an entire squad on their own. " Weiss shrugged and peered down the hallway. " But hey, there are far worse places then a clean palace floor to die on. " Weiss grinned under his helmet. Preparing for the palace to be breached.

[member="Rick Galurom"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
 
2/20
Location: Crina
Objective: Annihalation of feeling ships
Allegiance: One Sith

“Sir we are receiving fire from their fleet, more are coming in.” an ensign shouted from his console as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “A lot more.”
It was true, someone had organised things and fast. Cruisers were starting to move into position and fighter wings had been deployed. It felt just the old days.
“Admiral Kalast. We are generating hits on the convoy, several smaller craft have been destroyed but we can’t identify which carries the royal family.” Deesat seemed concerned, always concerned. It was flaw in Aram’s eyes, but tactically he was perfect for his role. “Plus targeting is finding it…um…difficult with the increased traffic.”
Aram said nothing, did nothing. His eyes were scanning the battle that had started to grow before him, he took in the fleet, both his and the enemies, counted the numbers, watched the paths and started to tick through the plans in his head.
“Pull the Reverence and the Demolisher back to flank the Amarok’s, I don’t want the generator’s down yet, I can’t have them fleeing further.” He started to pace, not in a worried way but more to keep his mind focused. “Release fighter wings from the left and right flank, do not unleash ours or any of the command flight wings, have them ready just keep them in reserve.”
“Yes milord.” Deesat went to turn, but was pulled back by Aram’s commands.
“Have the Pruvail turn to starboard, twist axis by thirty two degrees and increase bilge shields, order the right flank to twist and start a sweep across our position.” He finally went silent and turned to Deesat. “Alert the main invasion fleet that we are engaged, do not request reinforcements.”
“As you wish.”
"This shall be a challenge more worth of my talents."

The ships began their moves as ordered, laser fire ripping across the sector as shield flare lit up every time a cruiser took a hit. Swarms of fighters started to exchange fire with the advancing fighter wave of the Remnant fleet, scores of explosions announcing the proper start of the conflict for the Remnants survival.

[member="Eobarda Tarkin"]
 
Objective: Infiltrate Royal Palace
Location: Royal Palace Courtyard
Allies: One Sith / Sith Assassins
Music: Kentarch's Assassin Theme
3/20


The Sith Lord's advanced went unopposed as he passed into the palace. However there was a disturbance, that feeling a force sensitive got before something was about to go wrong. Kentarch stopped and glanced about his surroundings, for a moment he thought it was nothing, paranoia creeping in from the edges of his mind. Then he spotted them: explosives, trip mines, the windows and thresholds armed to kill and passing intruders. Reaching into the force one last time he slipped into Force Sight to give a quick study of the dug-in defenders. An entire battalion of stromtroopers was setting up defensive positions around the palace. Clever boys, but not clever enough.

Darth Kentarch let his force concealment go. He simply revealed himself for all to see in front of him. The Sith could see and feel the shock in the imperials at his sudden appearance. He dropped down to one knee, fists pressed against the ground, and in a instant an explosion of telekinetic energy erupted in all directions from the Sith kneeling down. A Force Repulse, powerful enough that one could see the blue hue of the air as was displaced under the pressure of the telekinetic blast. The explosives [member="Weiss"] and his men set had went off under the force of the telekinetic blast, and were directed away from the Sith Lord under the force of the repulse. Walls and pillars buckled, soldiers and guards were thrown from their prospective positions, the ground cracked and dust blanketed the entire front end of the palace and the courtyard. The ground and floor above in ruin around the main entrance.

In most cases, any master level force user could not cause so much damage to a structure. However both the force repulse and explosives had magnified the effect of the combined blast. Kentarch had used their own trap against them. In the dust and smoke his form had vanished, it took considerably less effort to hide himself in the mess he created. He moved around a pile of rubble and some dead bodies taking cover for a moment behind a smashed wall. No doubt they would be on him soon enough, best be in a hidden from plain sight.

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
 

Rick Galurom

Guest
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[member="Weiss"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]

Objective: Defend the palace
Allies: Imperial remnant
enemies: the one sith
Post 2/20
"If we are to die, my friend then lets prove that statistic wrong. We are elite Storm Commandos, I bet you we can take a sith pretty boy down any day." , the power lifter himself smiled underneath, he was obviously nervous. But so was he when they fought that rogue warlord. If Crina was to fall, and his country further into the darkness of the holonet pages of history, he would make it an ending to remember. They were elite troopers of the remnant that would one day rise again, no matter how many sith buggers they had. Heavy, as they called him had his grip, on his heavy repeater, ready to mow down any karkin thumper humpers that called themselves the one sith. The palace was about to get breached, "Lets give em all we got sir!" . An explosion interrupted him, from a sudden sith, sending the two loyal soldiers of the empire flying. This was hell, he had dropped his heavy repeater in all the confusion, it was just his combat knife, his training and his instinct, and his comrade. "Sir! Lets test your theory, and find the bugger!" . He was ready for action.
 
Location - palace interior
Objective - defend the palace
Allies Imperial Remnants
Post 3/20

Weiss coughed and tried to take Deep breaths. The blast had him pinned at the far wall of the corridor. Franticly he searched the floor, blinded by all the dust and smoke from the explossion. Finally his hands found his blaster rifle and he tried to refocus and get Control once more.
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"How in the hells... *cough* did they manage that?!?" he hissed and pushed himself to his feet, gaining support from the wall.

As he stood and shook his head he overheard the com frequence go nuts as the 336th down the main corridors were shouting about sith breach and call for reinforcements. Weiss tried to grasp the situation at hand. The rules had been changed. Quickly injecting a kolto into his torso he rose and resumed control.

"Alright, 404, grab that baby of yours and fall in. We are not beaten yet and that sith is up for the storm corps finest. On me!" he roared and started t run toward the combat area. He could sympathise with the idea of cutting sith bellies with vibro knives but at this Point that did not seem like a good strategy and he hoped Heavy would come to his senses and follow orders.

Once they rounded the final corner they could see the sith, stormtroopers were trying to pin him down with a shower of blastershots, but the sith did not seem to falter, both his capabilities to Dodge the fire and parry it with a lightsaber proved to much for the boys of the 336th.

"404! Mount it right here! Move it!" weiss grinned and made sure to aid 404 in getting it up as quickly as possible. MEan while more stormtroopers were arriving to the site keeping the sith occupied if nothing else.

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"Parry this! Fire!" and as Rick opened fire Weiss would fall in trying to snipe a few more aimed shot at the sith.

[member="Rick Galurom"]
[member="Darth Kentarch"]
[member="Solan Charr"]
[member="Alva Calvarona"]
 
Objective: Help the brother
Location: Aboard the Sicarus-class
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] (so far, big family, don't judge)
[Post 1/20]

“You’re an idiot.” The tiniest Talith would grin at her brother. “You have really done it now, Mick.”

The soft thuds of socks upon the metal ground of their ship’s cockpit called out in rapid succession as Kaili approached [member="Micah Talith"]. For all things considered the girl was fairly calm given the battlefield looming in the background. Explosions, fighters chasing one another, it was the regular movie stuff and if there was one thing Kai had learned from the movies it was that the kids never die so what reason did she have to worry?

“It’s okay, we can fix this. Just flick the big orange one and then pull that lever.” A scrunched up face ensued as the kid scratched her nose. “I would do it but, uh, I’m too short.”

“AND NO! IT’S NOT BECAUSE THE GREMLINS HAVE CURSED ME, SHUT UP!” The kid exhaled sharply. “I am just trying to help you. Now do what I said.”

She was the tech expert here whereas Micah was merely so smart that he had become incredibly dumb. It was a very serious illness that hadn’t affected Kaili yet and for that she was very thankful. Still, Taliths didn’t have the best of reputation and/or relations when it came to ships and flying. The fact that Micah had chosen to play with a ship in the manner that he did was quite frankly proof of Kaili’s theory on Intellidumbification.

Further study was necessary. She looked at her brother with excitement, would he mess up or succeed? Only time would tell.
 
Objective: Scold Siblings
Location: Aboard the Sicarus-class
Allies: [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Kaili Talith"]
Post: 4/20

Aela awoke within her bunk bed to the motion of the Sicarius suddenly rumbling. Bright orange suns snapped open with a suddenness that would have surprised a nexu. Her lips immediately turned into a scowl, her eyes shifting to look up, and to the right of her, directly out of the viewport located next to her bunk.

There instead of the bright blue streaks of hyperspace she saw the black ethos of space.

“Micah.” She said the name with half a curse on her tongue, grumbling and moving her hands up to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

Aela knew that this had to be the work of her little brother, knew that this had to be his fault. Only he would be dumb enough to cause a problem like this. With one quick motion Aela slipped from her bunk, the long, admittedly drab, dress that she wore folding around her lithe form. Her bare feet touched the cold durasteel, but she didn't even flinch.

“Draith!” Her voice shrilled as she yelled through the Stealth Ship. “What did you do?!”

She stalked towards the cockpit, the pitter patter of her feet practically stomping into the metal. As she moved Aela heard the hushed tone of her sister, then a little bit louder yell. Had Kaili been complicit in this? Had they both done something idiotic? She usually gave her sisters more credit, if only a bit, they usually had at least some sense.

A few more steps carried her into the cockpit, her eyes turning first to her little siblings, then up into the viewport.

What she saw caused a gasp to escape her lips. Star Destroyers, cruisers, frigates and asteroids loomed out ahead of the Sicarius. The vessels floated towards one another, bright green streaks and fiery trails mixing within the black abyss. Aela looked down at Micah, frowning. “Father will not be pleased.”
 
2/20
Location: Space around Cirna
Objective: Engage Enemy Fleet
Alliance: Imperial Remnant

And so [member="Aram Kalast"] had made his counter move. His pieces how now become part of the board that Admiral Tarkin had forced him into. It was perfect. Now the transports had a clear enough path and the chiss had an opponent to keep herself busy while the fighting continued on the surface. She never told anyone how excited she was during a battle, but not that she would ever show it herself. Every time she sat in her chair, as she did now, with an almost cool and clam intellect. Studying the battle and watching as the enemy fleet maneuvered around.​
Tarkin could see he'd brought two of the main frigates to protect Amarok. A smart move, especially when it was the main piece to his forces. After that he unleashed his fighters, but none of the move advanced units. Interesting tactic. Trying to keep all in reserves. Finally she could see him moving some ships to the side, planning to unleash with the batteries no less. Good. Just what she was hoping for.​
Before any officer could ask what do to or give an update on the mission Admiral Tarkin ordered "Keep our position. All forward shields at full strength." Once the order was confirmed she continued with "Send in the smaller frigates. We've kept them in reserve long enough. And have our fighters change targets. Aim for their destroyers." Some stopped and gave shocked looks, hearing that she wanted mere fighters attacking full Destroyer's but she soon made it clear "I want the attacking their control systems. And if they're lucky, take out the command sections as well. Keep the blind and inoperable."
Orders were sent and given. The smaller frigates now moved into the thick of battle. They were to act as the new targets for the enemy fighters. While enough of a barrage from the would take the frigates out it was clear they were used as pawns while the fighters were kept busy. Tarkin's own fighters now looked to take out the control systems and command section of the enemy Destroyer's; the section at the top and the area just behind it. And, as always, the chiss stared out with her beaming red eyes.​
 
Objective: Get to Crina
Location: Over Crina, on the bridge of The Scourge
Allies: [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Hal Terrano"]
2/20

The voice of Commander Temi woke Sage from his meditations, and he turned to face her, blinking slowly like a cat.

"Thank you for the update Commander Temi," he said with a polite nod. "I can feel the disturbances in the Force. The Crina defenses are tougher than we expected, but I have no doubt that the One Sith will be victorious."

Sage's eyes glazed over momentarily as a voice insinuated itself into his head, a deep baritone he had not heard in...what was it, a year? Two?

Crina Square Park, ten minutes. Come alone, bring friends, I don't care.

The voice belonged to [member="Rexus Drath"], his former Jedi Master. What was Knight Drath doing on Crina, and why now was the man contacting him? He had severed his ties to the Jedi the moment he had given his body and soul to the dark side of the Force. He did not send Drath a message back as he was fraught with indecision. Crina was supposed to be his focus, not his Jedi past. His focus snapped back to the bridge of The Scourge and Commander Temi.

"It sounds like the drop ships are ready for us."
 
Objective: Defend Imperial Fleet, Show Sith Fighters why they can't get no...
Location: Venerable Class Carrier (Name is not mine to choose, I think) -> Space around Imperial Fleet in TIE Seeker
-Forces: 24 TIE Seeker's that make up Kestral Squadron of the 181st Elite Starfighter Wing
Allies: The One True Empire's Forces, Crinan Forces, Future Crinan Resistance

Music: Danger Zone

Jericho had been unsure of joining up with an Imperial outfit, he was born, raised and trained in the Galactic Republic, after all. However, as he would very soon come to realize, the Galactic Republic could do worse than to ally with this Imperial faction. Neither had any love for the Sith that held the core, and these Imperials ran a pretty tight ship. Upon signing his contract he had been given a berth and command of a squadron of the Empire's Elite starfighters. The TIE Seeker he was assigned was pretty nice as well, though he had some ideas he had brought with him from the Republic Military that he planned to use for his own personal fighter when he got the time and resources together.

Suddenly, alarms started blaring, the Red ones of a real emergency rather than the Orange ones of the drills that he had been put through. Either way, his response was the same. He rolled off his bunk and was almost instantly feet first in his flight suit. A quick shimmie and pull had it up to his waist and it was quick work after that to have it fully on and zipped. He grabbed and holstered his recently cleaned sidearm, pulled his helmet off of the rack and was out the door within a minute of the alarm starting. His quarters were only down the hall from the flight deck, so it was only a jog to get into the hangar and over to his bird. His crew chief was already there and waiting for him.

"Man, I love this Elite stuff." Jericho yelled and smiled as he climbed the ladder and into the Seeker. He instantly started the preflight checks and pulled on his helmet, sealing it and connecting it to his command couch's air supply and data network. Instantly a heads up display illuminated the interior of his helmet, overlaid against the viewport in front of him. The fighter sealed and Jericho checked the rest of Kestrel Squadron's readiness. "Jonas, you're the last one, so the beer is on you after this sortie." Jericho spoke over the squadron net, laughter interspersed with good hearted cursing replied. Jericho let it go on for only a moment. "Alright, Kestrel's, get your game faces on, this one is for real. We defend this fleet and take out any fighters that think themselves our equals. We have no equals!" A unified 'Huagh!' returned over the squadron channel. Jericho green lit his squadron for launch and soon they were all in space, in formation.

"This is Kestrel One to Imperial Command. Kestrel's are out of the nest and ready for orders." Thus far, his sensors showed hostile ships outside of the asteroid field, nothing near enough for him to take on just yet.


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[member="Alva Calvarona"]
 
Objective: Enroute to Cosmina Academy for Practicioners
Location: Dropships enroute
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
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"Indeed they are," the Commander lied. But the Sith Knight appeared distracted. She felt that her presence and the slight delay were the furthest thing from the man's mind. She started to speak again but the Sgt. Major approached and said, "Commander may I interrupt?"

She nodded and the two of them stepped off to the side so Tmoxin could be briefed on the status of the mission.

"A slight change of plans," said Sgt. Major. "The tacticians have worked out the final route, but it requires us to only take a few dropships at a time. We could deploy the entire Legion, but since the rest of our forces are taking up strategic positions, it's probably not worth the effort it would take to get them all to Crina. They have suggested that we take one battalion, our target the Cosmina Academy."

"Is a battalion going to be enough?"

"Yes, it appears the Academy's population at any given time hovers around 150 - 175 students and facility."

"And the Force users?"

"You and I will go with the Sith Knight. He will be able to deal with the strongest of them. For the rest, we will overpower them with our sheer numbers. The strongest ones can be placed into portable Force Cages or suppressed with Force collars. And if these same practitioners survive they will be shipped to Coruscant for indoctrination into the Sith. Or imprisonment."

Tmoxin considered the plan. "Good. I like it and yes, where these force users end up is none of our concern. Our mission is to secure the facility and suppress the opposition. Give the signal that the dropshops are to deploy immediately."

The plan was to take enough troop shuttles to carry the one Battalion and have it slowly navigate the route plotted by the tacticians. The journey to Crina be slow-going and quite dangerous and she hoped that the Scourge's anti-mine sensors had been strong enough to pick up all of the mines within their lane. But Tmoxin trusted her tacticians, who to date, had served the Legion well and had kept the soldiers safe and casualties low.

The dropships disengaged from The Scourge, filled with stormtroopers and mobile artillery to take out the Academy shield generator as well as additional supplies in order to secure the Academy and bring to heel the Imperials.
 

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