Prakith. Kampe. Kalist. Ebaq. Hakassi. Zamael. Lialic. Stassia. Salliche. Odik. Just a few of the dozens of systems surrounding the Core and Deep Core. And all across the heart of the galaxy, the same scene was playing itself over and over.
Swarms of ships emerging from hyperspace. The familiar triangles of Star Destroyers, in markings unfamiliar and barely known to most of the galactic residents. A hand, grabbing for something with gnarled, pale fingers. Warships spewing out fighters and support craft that descend down onto the unexpecting worlds below.
All eyes had turned to Kuat and Alderaan to see what would come of the fledgling Republic and Greyson Imperium’s attempts at diplomacy, and in that moment, something far worse took advantage and struck. Stormtroopers seen on worlds where they hadn’t been for years. Slavers and cartels in the Core itself. Fire and blasters. Screams and red lightsaber blades. Terror not seen in the Core since the coming of the One Sith.
Distress signals from towns, cities, starships clog the comm channels all across the Core. Civilians, soldiers, children, adults. It makes no difference. The hordes come for them all. The Frozen Hand had reached out and nothing would escape its dark clutches.
FresiaAlana had to admit, Fresia was a nice world. Quiet. Not too busy. Despite being the original home of the legendary X-Wing fighters, the world still remained much as it had been long ago. Single island city with scattered smaller towns and villages around it. She had come for a bit of exploration for other potential locations for hidden Jedi enclaves.
She was about to pick up a piece of fruit when the Force convulsed. It tore through her with a sense of agony and horror. Flashes of images tore through her mind and the sounds of screams. It took heartbeats before she realized the screams were real. Partially hers, but others as well.
Reaching into the Force, Alana managed to look up and her breath caught in her throat. Clearly visible against the dusk, the familiar silhouettes of Star Destroyers descended into the atmosphere, accompanied by the familiar scream of TIE fighters. They weren’t shooting, except at the scattered ships attempting to flee, or defense ships trying to hold them back.
Even more ominous was the endless stream of small craft hurtling towards the city, splitting to land in different quadrants. Already, multiple were headed towards her area, accompanying massive bulk transports for some reason.
Everyone around her began to run, tripping over themselves and small objects scattered around the street. Alana unclipped her lightsabers from her belt, but there were too many to fight. They needed help.