Skirmish Don't Flinch | TSC Assault on TIC New Alderaan

[Arris Windrun]

HYPERLANE MONITOR X-YN773-3-D
Mass hyperspace detection...
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Readouts all confirmed the same information: a mass of artificial bodies on the edge of Confederation space; by all accounts, it was aimed at the Republic. Whether it was a buildup or the beginning of an invasion, the impressive detection complexes that had been claimed from the Galactic Empire offered the Covenant a compelling insight. It was what they hoped for when their Senate plant informed them of the uptick in aggression between the nations.

PRESENT
NEW ALDERAAN
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Realspace tore open from the Netherworld. Darkness, horror, and damnation manifested in ripples across the Force as the Hellmouth ferried star destroyers, frigates, and raiders from the afterlife to the edge of New Alderaan. With the Confederation's fleets amassing against the High Republic, the Sith Covenant arrived to raid the seat of what they saw as a collapsing Imperial power.

Aboard the command ship, Arris Windrun approached Star-Arm. They were the ones spearheading this attack, joined by whoever else was reckless enough.

"You think they expected this?"

Mercy | Marlon Sularen

 

[Mercy]

Arris Windrun | Marlon Sularen

Mercy stood in front of the viewport and watched calmly as ships reversed out of the grotesque horror of the Netherworld.

Most people looked away from it, but Mercy saw it as a promise. A standing invitation for her to join the eternal war in the Field of Blades. One day that invitation would be taken and the mountain would know only of glorious battle. Blood-soaked and hungry for it.

"You think they expected this?"

"I think they will claim they did." Mercy said over her shoulder as New Alderaan came into view. "But Brosi, Corellia, now moving their fleets to the High Republic..."

There was no nation that could sustain that much defeat and commitments before they were stretched thin.

Whatever they faced here, could not be more than what the Sith faced at Brosi, and they defeated them there soundly.

"We do not want to be bogged down in a fleet battle, Windrun. Tell your naval officers to punch their way through, I want to be on the ground and ripping through their fortifications yesterday."

 

[Defender of Order]

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Imperial Naval Flotilla Eins - New Alderaan

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Klaxons blared at full volume across the Avril Defense Platform, the sound reverberating through durasteel corridors and rattling bulkheads. Red lumen-strips strobed along the walls as armored boots pounded toward battlestations. Senior Commander CG-10044, "Valius," did not wait for ceremony. He was fastening the seals on his chest-plate as he stormed into the command centre, helmet tucked beneath one arm, jaw set like iron.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded.

The main holotable flickered violently. A moment ago, it had been clear, the space above New Alderaan calm and sovereign. Now it burned with crimson returns: contacts, layered in formation, warships stacked in assault vectors.

"I don't know, sir," a clone technician replied, fingers flying across the console. "One second, the scanners were empty. The next..." He swallowed. "An entire fleet translated in-system. No warning, no traceable hyperspace wake. Their transponders aren't registered to any known power."

Valius stepped forward, eyes narrowing at the projection. The formation was disciplined. Intentional. This was not a raid. "Register them as hostile," he snapped. "Deploy all squadrons. Full combat spread. Begin Avril and Hawk rotations immediately. I want platforms Three through Six in defensive alignment within five minutes. Have platform Two close ranks with us."

"Aye, sir."

"Clear weapons hot. Fire the instant they're in range. No warning shots." The deck vibrated faintly, distant turbolasers spooling to life, reactor output climbing toward redline.

"Signal Alfheim," Valius continued. "Shut the gate. Hard seal. No one in, no one out. I want the aperture collapsed and locked on my authority."

"Confirmed, sir. Alfheim acknowledges. The Eye is closing."

Behind the station, space itself seemed to bend as the vast Yggdrasil planetary shield surrounding New Alderaan shimmered into brilliance. The shield gate station, Alfheim, began collapsing the controlled aperture, the last sliver of open sky narrowing like a blinking eye. What had been an open artery for trade and travel would become an armored vault.

Across the surface below, the spires of the capital glowed beneath the protective dome. Civil defense sirens wailed through the city's districts. Atmospheric defense cannons rotated skyward. Civilian traffic fled toward hardened shelters as orbital platforms maneuvered into overlapping fields of fire.

"Contact in three minutes," the sensor officer called out. "Enemy vanguard consists of multiple heavy signatures. This is a strike formation."

Valius placed his helmet on, seals locking with a hiss. His voice came colder through the vocoder. "Then we give them a wall."

He opened a secure channel, broadcasting to every defense platform, every fighter wing, every ship still within the shield's perimeter.

"This is Senior Commander Valius of the Avril Defense Grid. An unidentified hostile fleet has entered the system. All forces are to Condition Aurelius. Defend the capital at all costs."

The holotable shifted as friendly squadrons launched, streaks of blue and gold racing outward to meet the encroaching red.

"They came without warning," Valius said quietly, almost to himself.

Then, louder: "They will not leave without consequence. For the Confederation. For the capital. Hold the line."

Above New Alderaan, the shield blazed like a newborn star, as the first enemy ships crossed into weapons range.

Note: I threw this together 40 minutes before work. I'm using the Large formation of the Naval Defense Flotillas. So, 6 Avril platforms, and 48 Hawk satellites. Sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

Tags: Marlon Sularen | Mercy | Arris Windrun​

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Defender of Order Marlon Sularen Mercy Arris Windrun Naniti | Open​

The viewport fractured Lysander's reflection; a myriad of shards captured pieces of him, the dark silhouette of his face and the scar along his cheekbone like a scarlet memoir. He was unfazed as the Nether tore open, witness to the Hellmouth's rebirth. The scream of the veil echoed in his mind, stars recoiling in fear as the Covenant prepared to carve another wound into existence.

He remained rooted in place as he listened to the Triumvirate's words; not out of fear, but because the thought of challenging them had never once occurred to him. Even as numbness crept through his body like frost, there was no concept of defiance within.

Today, a sweet sensation was invoked in his mind. As Chandrila and Coruscant did before it, New Alederaan echoed with promises of retribution. The Order. The Covenant. This raid would pay tribute to every Sith he had ever known.

Tapani flickered across his thoughts like a flame, conjuring visions of countless faces and the desperate screams that followed. Each was a wound that never healed, but also a reminder of too many liabilities.

The ice in his gaze spread like glass behind the emerald hue, eventually settling on Mercy. Once his Master, now an ally. Behind every shred of reason, his loyalty to this Sith Lord remained unbroken.

"Let us outperform what we did with Pelagon and the others," he stated, inhaling the cold from the walls around them. "No survivors, no future refugees growing up to one day hate us."

 

[Priesse Namada]

Location: New Alderaan High Orbit - New Alderaan System
Thread Objective: The Battle in the Belt
Mission Objective: Defend New Alderaan
Call Sign: Titan Ten
TIC: Defender of Order Marlon Sularen
TSC: Ufsa'zekhn'narun

A diminutive TIE Sprite reverted from hyperspace in a tiny flash of light and warped gravity. Inside the cockpit, Priesse stretched her legs (an allowance afforded by her small stature) and studied the various readouts and feeds flooding her HUD. An unknown, presumably hostile fleet had arrived in the system, and was moving on a rapid course toward New Alderaan.

The information presented to her would have been unbelievable, were it not laid directly in front of her eyes.

New Alderaan. The capital world of the Imperial Confederation. Under direct attack.

Priesse shook her head then, steeling herself for what was to come. Presumably, whoever was at the head of the hostile fleet would have believed that the Confederation was weak and overextended. Whether or not that was true remained to be seen. However, in her mind, the fact that they had been able to strike Corellia so soon after the defeat at Brosi and the raid on Mon Cala's shipyards was testament to their resilience.

For her part, Priesse had been flying sorties almost every day for the last few weeks. She was due to return to Imperial academy on Mahporeem for graduation, and to receive her officer commission. However, Titan Squadron needed her now.

The Confederation needed her.

And so, here she was.

Priesse vectored towards one of the Avril defense platforms, before establishing orbit around it in a screening pattern. The hostile fleet would first need to neutralize the Naval Defense Flotillas before moving onto the planet. If she could help defend them, she would buy valuable time for the main Imperial fleets to arrive!

Spoiler: Loadout

Craft: TIE Sprite TN-29-6

• Status
  
  • Shields: 100%
  • Hull: 100%
  • Structure: 100%
• Armament
  
  • FAE/SW-15 Light Transcendent Disruptor Cannon (2)
• Pilot Equipment
  
  • FAE/A-09 Anti-G Suit
  • BG-D 6 “Outlaw”
    
    • Attachments
      
      • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Ammunition
      
      • Metallic Slug Magazine (4)
      • Battery

 

[Arris Windrun]

Mercy | Defender of Order | OPEN

Arris frowned. Was this what command entailed?

She flicked her gaze towards the admiral in the center. Formerly of the Alliance, discharged for skimming payroll and turning procurement into a black market. Would've been a prison sentence if he hadn't friends in the Senate. Now, he served the Covenant with a hefty check and the threat of being shot in the knees to motivate him.

"Well, you heard her. Move!"

The admiral nodded and barked orders across the fleet. Star destroyers took up coverage on the flanks while frigates escorted the raid ships and their battlecruiser towards the shielded world.

She looked back at Mercy. "We'll play this like Corusc--"

Her attention flicked back to Lysander von Ascania with a measure of surprise, followed by an ascending brow. Was it just her, or had his resolve grown darker since they last crossed paths? She looked to Mercy, as if expecting her to say something. That was until the screens lit up with activity as Imperial defenses calibrated against the Covenant's strike fleet.

Their plan was a reckless one, driven by the unwavering minds of Mercy's graspborn who commanded the forward ships.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

D O N' T_F L I N C H

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Sularen stood onboard the bridge of his Flagship, watching over the large Imperial fleet assembling over the Orbital Drive Yards as he prepared to move against the High Republic. He had grown tired of how the galaxy continually dismissed the Imperial Confederation as a weak incapable government openly challenging it whenever they pleased. It didn't help that they had suffered two consecutive defeats in the Thandon Star Cluster trying to push out the Sith Order which only reinforced the idea of weakness that was associated with the Confederation.

This Corellian Crisis, was the Confederation's last chance to prove them otherwise, to prove the galaxy once and for all that the Confederation was still a galactic power worth respecting especially when the galaxy was starting to pivot towards the Republic, the Mandalorians and the Sith. If they backed own now, if they failed to assert themselves, then they would only be capitulating to a new galactic order that would only move quickly push them aside rather then include them in it. Unbeknownst to the Supreme Commander, it appeared that the enemies of Order were already on the move capitalizing on the Confederation's distraction with the High Republic to further weaken them.

"Supreme Commander, sir!" one of the bridge communications officers cried out, catching Sularen's attention. "We're getting reports of an attack on New Alderaan." he said. "An attack on New Alderaan?" Sularen responded, both confused as to how an enemy could strike deeply inside Imperial territory without getting detected. "Do we know who the enemy is?" the Supreme Commander further inquired. "No sir. From what we can gather, their transponders aren't registered to any known power." the officer replied.

Sularen sighed. An attack on the capital of the Confederation would significantly delay his plans to strike at the High Republic forcing him to divert the fleet he sought to wield against the Republic to the defense of the Imperial capital instead. Still, this confrontation would only serve to test the resilience of the Imperial Confederation and perhaps even demonstrate that the dream of an Imperial resurgence was not as dead as the galaxy believed it to be.

"Assemble all available warships and set course for New Alderaan." Sularen instructed. He was going to make sure that this would be the very last time anyone struck against the Confederation ever again. After today, the galaxy would learn to recognize the might of the Imperial Confederation. That being said, the INV Sularen's Revenge would soon proceed to jump into hyperspace followed by roughly over a dozen Imperial warships as they made their way towards the Imperial Capital ready to unleash hell upon the fools that had dared to strike at the heart of the Confederation.

Tags [Friendlies] | Defender of Order | Priesse Namada | OPEN
Tags [Hostiles] | Arris Windrun | Mercy | Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Naniti]

The violet Togruta strode down the corridor with a pad in one hand. Ship, personnel, and material disbursement records. Surprisingly, when it came to war, the Covenant was actually well prepared. Ruling over the common folk wasn't their strong suit, but butchering people was a specialty. Now, long as certain people like herself could keep the sycophants from filling up the ranks, their little chaotic roving band of monsters might be able to hold the space they'd taken. Easy as it might be to kill millions, orbital bombardments would eventually take their toll. Factories were needed to make weapons. Fields needed to produce food. Wipe all of them out and the roaming became less a romantic interest in freedom, and more a stark necessity of life that could leave them starving to death if not careful.

A soft hiss preceded a rapid wave of her hand. "Begone!" she snapped.

Abruptly, a translucent, ghastly thing had begun to float nearby while they were in the Nether. Unlike most, Naniti could actually see them. A 'blessing' of her unique form of vision. And a hell of a headache. She hated when they used the undying lands for travel.

Fortunately, the ship would emerge back into 'normal' space soon enough. Naniti stopped and looked around to make sure the ghosts hadn't lingered. Damned things. Truly, they were damned. Perhaps after looking into the Cosmic Engine she'd figure out if everything became something like that and refocus on the impossible task of immortality... or at least the reassurance when you died becoming a silent, floating apparition wasn't your fate.

Naniti strode onto the command deck and let the pad fall to her side. She stopped further back and surveyed the interior for a moment. Lysander seemed to be up there beside Mercy. Talk about chaotic. Well, Naniti was fine with it. Long as Mercy recognized the talents of people like Lysander they'd be fine. If the woman started mindlessly treating everyone like punching bags then they'd have a serious problem. Twice over.

Meanwhile, there was Arris. Bit of a short temper, but all around strong woman. Naniti had enjoyed their time together. Especially the whole "I don't ask, you don't tell" policy. Maybe she'd forgotten and written it off to the artifact. Well, it had been the artifact. Mostly. Stupid thing had to be kept in a lock box; wearing it invited a lot more trouble then it solved.

Lysander von Ascania | Mercy | Arris Windrun
Marlon Sularen | Defender of Order | Priesse Namada | OPEN

 

[Tertius C. Nargath]

TAG TIC: Marlon Sularen | Priesse Namada | Defender of Order
TAG TSC: Arris Windrun | Mercy

It was perhaps a blessing, perhaps a curse that Governor Visconti hadn't partaken in both the attack on Corellia nor the sudden call for defense against the republic as a response to the actions of the Supreme Commander. The Crow Fleet had taken the assignment to patrol the overlap between the oversectors of Corvus and New Alderaan as part of the recent reshuffling of the internal mandates. Though she was already on course to Corvus in order to contact her master and to take a breather of the more tedious tasks which came with being one of the few planetary rulers who incidentally had also become a key figure in the Imperial Confederation's military affairs, the sudden influx of recalls for the Crow Fleet were staggering.

As she stood on the bridge, her eyes darted towards the large holographic display at the center of the large room, where the messages rolled across the holowall like a waterfall of letters, each message bearing more troubling news. Out of nowhere, a sudden appearance of unknown vessels had been seen surging into realspace above New Alderaan. this in fact wasn't just troubling, it was mortifying, not just because this was a direct attack on the capital, but because of the fact that this had to happen just hours after the Crow Fleet had already turned to set course to Corvus.

"Do we have any idea who these...intruders of Imperial space are?" Amalia's eyes blinked for a moment, letting out a sigh as she tilted her head slightly backwards, leaning with both hands on the dashboard of the holographic display. To her dismay, neither the chief communications officer nor the chief navigator could answer this. And since her master was currently utilizing KRONOS, the divided attention of the AI wasn't in her advantage either. "Every day that passes, every fraggin cycle we are met with the repercussions of the top brass' incompetence and impulsivity..."

The officers at the bridge frowned and seemed slightly shocked by these words, but didn't seem to react beyond that towards the governor's rather harsh critique. Still, they knew that even if she had said this in the open, right in front of said top brass, their reaction would've probably been minimal too. After all, not even Marlon Sularen could afford to make an enemy out of not just Amalia, but the very power behind the ruling council she represented.

"Set course back to New Alderaan, send a message to the Supreme Commander and the Admiralty," A glint of red seemed to flash across the governor's dull gray eyes, a glimpse of a wicked grin forming and disappearing in but a fleeting moment. though it may not have been all that obvious, it was clear that the woman was in fact livid. How many fires did they have to put out? How many actions did they have to reprimand and set straight before peace and tranquility would finally return?

"Tell them that the Crow fleet will take the fight to New Alderaan, to be hopeful, for the pride of the Imperial Confederation will be coming and it is hungry for death," With those words uttered and relayed across the secure channels, Amalia turned towards the crew on the bridge, nodding towards the chief communications officer to relay the order to the entire fleet and to have the navigator set the course proper. "Activate the stygian crystals, we'll fall upon this new threat without warning and without mercy."

EDIT: sorry this should've been with the Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory account, just ping THAT account, not this one ​

 

[Srina Talon]

TAG: Arris Windrun | Mercy | Naniti | Lysander von Ascania | Marlon Sularen
LOCATION: Command Ship [New Alderaan]

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The door to the cabin reserved for Mercy opened without a sound. She had not dressed for battle, not yet, but that hardly mattered. She hadn’t wanted to make waves by requesting her own space on the ship and instead stayed with her newfound battle-sister. She strode through the doorway in a dress that was a deep and unbroken crimson, long-sleeved, with a high collar and a low back that flowed around her ankles. She looked nothing like a warrior prepared to burn a world.

The bracelet on her wrist gleamed softly. Innocent…Delicate. Beneath the surface, nanotech armor slept, ready to be applied at a moment’s notice. Long white hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that was braided back to keep her hair out of her face. Several rings adorned her fingers, each more than an ornament. She rarely wore anything that had no value. Even the phylactery around her neck had power and purpose, despite the decorative nature. A firearm was secured along her thigh beneath a sweep of crimson silk, while a saber hilt was hidden neatly along her spine.

She looked like a painting.

Silently, she crossed the command deck…Eyes glued to the viewport. As she passed Lysander von Ascania she let her fingers brush once against his shoulder. It was light, grounding, in the wake of his words to the others. Neither a distraction nor a comfort. It was a quiet statement of presence, that she was there, regardless of the enemy. They had spent enough time near one another…

He would understand.

She also noticed his near-constant companion, Naniti , standing not far away, but they were not so familiar. The Togruta had been in proximity, but they’d never spoken. Metallic eyes swept over the young acolyte, but she kept her distance, unwilling to startle her before the battle.

Regardless…The Netherworld yawned behind them, and she thought perhaps their near-emergence to realspace was what had woken her. The Hellmouth was a ship that reminded her strongly of the vessels that she had created for the Mandalorian Empire. It worked the same way, traversing the glom, to bypass all that might stand in their way—Merely by different means. She didn’t bother looking too long at the remains of the Nether…There was history there. She could feel it like an old scar.

Her gaze moved instead to New Alderaan.

"You think they expected this?"

How could they?

Their interactions with the Covenant were minimal at best, considering they’d spent all their resources attempting to secure Brosi. Well…That…And apparently pulling strings in the background between the Diarchy and the Mandalorians. And pissing off the High Republic. And everyone else. Their Her had been a very, very busy pest. Srina joined Mercy at the viewport and paused at her side, small and unassuming. From a distance, she could have been mistaken for attending an opera. “You let me oversleep.”

Her head inclined softly to Arris Windrun in greeting, not certain if the synthetic realized she was on board. She always kept her signature suppressed when she was far from home, with the use of runes to keep her enemies from realizing that she was inbound.

“Where would you like me?”

She assumed that she would be with Mercy , but she also wanted to hear what Arris might require. This was not her operation, but she owed the Imperial Confederation more pain than they could handle. Twice…They had thought to touch what belonged to her. Twice they had been repelled, and this last time there had been some sort of an attempt at either assassinating or kidnapping her.

Srina would like to see the light die in the eyes of her stalker.

Today.

Spoiler: Equpiment

Armour (Echani Shield) Saber Ring Ring HG-54 "The Vora" Class Hand Cannon Holding Aces

 

[Mercy]

Allies: Srina Talon | Arris Windrun | Lysander von Ascania | Naniti
Opp: Marlon Sularen | Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory

"Let us outperform what we did with Pelagon and the others," he stated, inhaling the cold from the walls around them. "No survivors, no future refugees growing up to one day hate us."

"We'll play this like Corusc--"

Mercy grinned at Arris before inclining her head towards Lysander.

"Every day this boy makes me more proud, Windrun. As you wish, so it shall be, Knight of the Covenant. You will lead the first strike once we have... landed, so to speak." Landed was almost put between parenthesis, because Mercy was picking up what Arris was putting down. Back on Coruscant the Imperials there had wanted to stymie their approach with a planetary shield as well.

They had broken through it and sacrificed her flagship, the Siegemother, near the Imperial Palace. Even now it was becoming a site for their followers to approach and give their respects.

The First Landing of the Covenant - they called it, even if it wasn't accurate, it felt good and that was all that mattered.

Her eyes met Srina as she joined them at the bridge. The moment between the Empress of the Rim and her former Apprentice was not missed. It pleased Mercy greatly. It meant that what they were building here was build to last. With relationships that would grow beyond her. One day Mercy wouldn't have to be here at all for it all to function properly.

Perhaps that would be the day the Netherworld takes her in like family. Allowing her to wage battle on the Field of Blades for eternity.

Srina joined @Mercy at the viewport and paused at her side, small and unassuming. From a distance, she could have been mistaken for attending an opera. “You let me oversleep.”

Mercy's hand settled lightly on Srina's back and she leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"You slept so sweetly, darling, I did not have the heart to wake you yet." If anyone knew how hard Srina had been working, it was her. Since Firefist the two had worked closely together, stepping into the breach in major altercations time and time again. Firefist itself, Coruscant, Brosi, Tython, Ast Kikorie and now New Alderaan.

Even after Srina had died on Coruscant. No, she deserved her rest, if only to ensure her blade was sharp and bloody by the time the battle came.

“Where would you like me?”

She assumed that she would be with Mercy, but she also wanted to hear what Arris might require.

"I do not think Windrun had the pleasure of seeing you fight up close yet." She glanced towards the cyborg with a smile, but Arris would see something in it. Perhaps it was the reason why the cyborg had come to her with this opportunity. A certain weariness. Mercy was the Akk dog that caught the shuttle, she had won the Kaggath and with the Covenant conquered her Empire.

Empress of the Core.

But now the Throne was like an anchor around her neck.

An honor guard... how disgusting.

"The three of us will go where the fight is thickest. I want to feel their blood on my teeth and underneath my nails today. Lysander and Naniti will lead the first charge, but will break off when we take to the field, creating confusion in the ranks of the Imperials."

A glance back to her former Apprentice.

"The largest share of the spoils shall be for you today, Knight Von Ascania." Then back to Arris and Srina. "They are young still, they need opportunities to build up their base."

Now Mercy felt in her element. She had missed this, her blood was pumping again, the fire running through her body.

Amber bleeding into her eyes.

She couldn't wait to tear the first Imperial throat out.

 

[Ronhar Tane]

FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
MIN COLLATERAL STAR
ORBIT ABOVE NEW ALDERAAN

There were many ways which one might describe a ship like the MIN Collateral Star.

Some might call it a "marvel of engineering". Others might refer to it as "piece of junk". Still others might even refuse to comprehend the fact that such a...unique ship existed at all in the first place. Regardless of other's opinions on it, one thing about the Collateral Star was abundantly clear: the fact that it required constant maintenance just to keep up and running after ever battle that it participated in.

Upon the conclusion of the Second Battle of Brosi, the Collateral Star immediately returned straight to Mahporeem for repair and maintenance, though in truth, the ship hadn't sustained much in the name of damage. In fact, it had come out of the battle relatively unscathed, allowing it to finish its repairs and maintenance surprisingly quickly. This, coupled with Mahporeem's close proximity to New Alderaan, allowed the Imperial Remnant to respond to the Sith's attack on the planet in a timely manner. Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill and his ships were soon underway to reinforcement Imperial positions, and the Collateral Star exited hyperspace just outside of New Alderaan's orbit.

Besides the Star itself, Zonill had brought with him a rather eclectic and random assortment of naval assets: Mon Calamari Destroyers, Pyre-class Cruisers, Disruptor-class Ion Cannon Carriers, Impressor-class Acclamators, Nebulon Fire-class Light Carriers and even some CR125U Corvettes. Whatever the Imperial Remnant could scrounge up to support the defense of New Alderaan they had taken with them, even if their formation and total fleet composition was less than desirable. Nonetheless, they were HERE, and that was the most important thing.

Zonill ordered an immediate scan of his surroundings with his ship's NZ MTS "Bloodhound" [Magnetic Targeting Sensor], finding himself in an extraordinarily high "target rich environment". How the hell could this have happened? How did the Sith manage to surprise one of the most heavily defended planets in the galaxy, completing fooling any Imperial attempts to track their pre-attack movements? What foul sorcery had the Sith used this time to get the drop on the Imperials? Zonill could only speculate, but however they had done it, it greatly worried Zonill.

No matter. Zonill and his ships would crush them right here and now, way before they even had a chance to land planetside. But perhaps fighting could be avoided? This was as much a "show of force" as it was an attack on the capital, and perhaps that had been the Sith's plan all along: to showcase their strength, power, and ability to strike deep into Imperial space completely unexpectedly. If there was any chance that Zonill could convince the Sith Fleet to leave, than he would take it. If not...he would simply destroy them all!

Zonill opened a direct communication line to Arris Windrun , the leader of the Sith Fleet, and addressed her in his capacity of a Fleet Admiral.

"This is Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant and the Imperial Confederation. Your fleet is trespassing upon Imperial territory! I demand you take your fleet and turn back to which you came from! You have my assurance that all of your forces will be allowed to leave peaceably. Should you decide to reject my generous offer, it will result in your complete and total destruction. You have five standard minutes to make your decision...I trust you'll chose to make the right one!"

The message had been sent...now all that remained was to see how the Sith reacted...
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Spoiler: Fleet Composition

• To be determined! If our Sith friends have any suggestions for meterage, I'd be happy to listen!​

Spoiler: Summary

• Zonill tells Arris Windrun and her squad to "get off his lawn"

Spoiler: Casualties

• To be determined...

TAGS:
Arris Windrun
Srina Talon
Tertius C. Nargath
Naniti
Priesse Namada
Marlon Sularen
Mercy
OPEN