Skirmish Fool Me Once [Corellian Confederation/Duro Blockade of Beshqek System]

[Yularen Nova]

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A Rebel News Network camera crew huddled together tightly in a civilian craft, their holocams running on their third set of batteries. A shadow fell over the small charter freighter, blocking the camera droid's view. Corellia and Duro were making a statement. There were six state of the art battlecruisers, the entirety of the Corellian Defense Force's command line, dozens of smaller cruisers, frigates, and corvettes flying in escort. Duro was here too, their strange verticle "star defenders" flying towards the same place as the Corellian ships...

"This is Jenna with Rebel News Network, and quite frankly, the sheer number of vessels here is astonishing. Though Corellia claims these weapons of war are for the protection of their sector and space, when one really sees the amount of weapons they harbor behind the shine of their 'Great Green Jewel' it makes you wonder. What if Byss was your home? What if tomorrow they decided to turn their armada on Jakku or Alderaan? We are past the point of escalation now. All we can hope is that the Alliance steps in and resolves this peacefully, and quickly, or we will likely have a Civil War on our hands."
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Beshqek/Byss System
Task Force Alpha
Aboard the Siren of Titan

The blockade had been enacted several hours ago. The fleet of new battlecruisers along with their support ships, escorts, and interdictors had all fell into place at important and frequently used hyperspace lane egress points. Main roads and backroads were cut off, eliminating trade and reinforcements who were out on patrol when the surprise attack began. Yularen Nova, Diktat of Corellia, was not a man to let others fight his battles for him. He attained this role due to his military service as well as his political connections and while politics had never truly been his strong suit, the art of war was something he was intimately familiar with.

His yellow eyes fell on his view of the planet that would heed this coalition's demands or be starved until they did. The other points into the sector had been easily taken, smaller task forces able to hold their positions. Byss itself though...It was a wild card. Even before they came sensor sweeps came up empty, but he knew that wasn't the case. He could see defense platforms in the distance now as they approached. The Siren was accompanied by one of her sister ships, the Integrity of Purpose, both with their respective support ships and escorts. Alongside the Corellians the Duros were here too. The fighting, should it break out, would be thickest here and they had agreed it imperative to hold the system at all costs.

The only way into the system as it stood was the Byss Run. Already a dangerous route it would soon be made inoperable, at least hypothetically. There were always the secret, ancient Imperial Routes, but he suspected both Sularen and the Alliance knew those. They'd have to keep watch for surprise attacks, and if the Alliance intervened...Well. They'd cross that bridge when they got to it.

"Sir, Byss System defense platforms are in holo range."

"Patch me in." The tech nodded and turned a dial on his console before Yularen was scanned and his image beamed across Byss space. He cleared his throat and gave his antennae a flex. "I am Yularen Nova. Diktat of Corellia and Absolute Commander of the Corellian Defense Force. Alongside us are the Duro Defense Force. We have come for your leader, Marlon Sularen , to answer for his crimes against the Alliance. He is too dangerous to be allowed to rule your fine people. Surrender him and we will remove our blockade of your system and sector. This will be your only warning. We will be at your doorstep within ." Short and to the point. He was never good with speeches. He turned from the projector and sat in the command chair, awaiting their response.

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Mazik Stazi Allyson Locke Teica Giraan Constantine Oliva Jax Thio Arage Bao Olen Halcorr

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[DARKCOM]

Tags: Open


The city never sleeps, lights dotted the blanketed horizon as far as the eye could see, speeders buzzed about as life continued on as if nothing was amiss. It was a beautiful sight to behold, the Galactic City in all it's glory. The seasoned Jedi stood at the precipice with his eyes scanning over the sprawling expanse of glistening spires, watching from behind the glass within the confines of his senatorial office.

A hiss from the entryway interrupted his solitude, his eyes drifted away from the spectacular night view of the city to the door in and out of the office. He remained quiet, eyes locking in on his guest.

Lyzeara Fluree. His chief senatorial aide.

"Working late?" Her voice purred, she stepped forward with a datapad in hand and a crooked smile on her face. "There is a situation developing over Byss.." The Epochian Senator spun himself around to fully face his aide as she approached and rose a brow inquisitively, "Oh? What's happening?" The datapad fell into his hands ready to play, a news network he'd never heard of was live on the scene, his finger pressed down and a holovid began to play out the events as followed.

A Rebel News Network camera crew huddled together tightly in a civilian craft, their holocams running on their third set of batteries. A shadow fell over the small charter freighter, blocking the camera droid's view. Corellia and Duro were making a statement. There were six state of the art battlecruisers, the entirety of the Corellian Defense Force's command line, dozens of smaller cruisers, frigates, and corvettes flying in escort. Duro was here too, their strange verticle "star defenders" flying towards the same place as the Corellian ships...

"This is Jenna with Rebel News Network, and quite frankly, the sheer number of vessels here is astonishing. Though Corellia claims these weapons of war are for the protection of their sector and space, when one really sees the amount of weapons they harbor behind the shine of their 'Great Green Jewel' it makes you wonder. What if Byss was your home? What if tomorrow they decided to turn their armada on Jakku or Alderaan? We are past the point of escalation now. All we can hope is that the Alliance steps in and resolves this peacefully, and quickly, or we will likely have a Civil War on our hands."

His hand rose to his bearded chin, the Epochian silent for a moment in deep thought as the holo-vid froze. "This could get ugly, the Senate needs to move on the situation before it gets out of hand. Send a priority message to Chancellor Adhira Chandra 's office along with Vice Chancellor Aerarii Tithe . We need to get some sort of Alliance mediation over there before it breaks out into all out war, with Epoch's proximity to Byss we can use that as weight to our involvement in any discussions within the senate." Lyzeara nodded, pausing only ever so slightly for but a moment before grabbing her datapad and leaving abruptly.

She had unspoken reservations, he could see that. He could say it was not his fight all day, it wouldn't make it any less true, this was his fight. There was enough GA blood being spilled in the 'Caldera, the last thing they needed was Civil War. His mind raced for a moment, his fingers slipping over his desk comms..

"Get me a connection to the New Jedi Order, to Auteme "

 

[Marlon Sularen]

BYSS , BESHQEK SYSTEM
On board the Predator...

Marlon Sularen , the Lord-Imperator of Byss stood upon the bridge of his Flagship and watched as the Corellian and Durosian Fleet positioned itself, already they had bypassed the Outer Defenses of the System although they hadn't engaged the Core Fleet of Beshqek System Command which had kept it's original position as the Corellians launched their blockade remaining behind the Beshqek Orbital Defense Network. Already Martial Law had been declared on Byss , the Surface Armies had been mobilized and the Planetary Shields were only live with the only way of entering Byss being through a Planetary Gate still active.

Sularen and his Regime were caught completely off-guard by the Corelliand and Durosians as they weren't expecting such an attack although to say that Byss was unprepared for such a blockade would be an understatement , already Sularen had the Core Fleet of Beshqek System Command at his disposal , a total of 25 Vessels along with a considerable amount of Orbital Defense Platforms that together made part of the Beshqek Orbital Defense Network. In addition , the Lord-Imperator had Reserve Task Forces at Relus and his own Corporate Security Fleets in which he could pull into the System to combat the Corellians.

All he needed was for Corellia to shoot first , and he'd unleash all hell on the bastards. "Sir , we are receiving a message from the Corellians" the Captain of the Predator said. "The Corellian Diktat himself". Next thing you knew the image of Yularen Nova appeared on the bridge of the Predator as everyone turned their attention towards it.

"I am Yularen Nova. Diktat of Corellia and Absolute Commander of the Corellian Defense Force. Alongside us are the Duro Defense Force. We have come for your leader, Marlon Sularen , to answer for his crimes against the Alliance. He is too dangerous to be allowed to rule your fine people. Surrender him and we will remove our blockade of your system and sector. This will be your only warning. We will be at your doorstep within ."

Everyone was silent upon hearing the ultimatum and Sularen could only clench his fists. Who did Yularen think he was , the Chancellor of the Alliance. He had no authority above Sularen , no one did , and for the Diktat of Corellia to suddenly appear at Sularen's House and demand his Surrender , that was enough to enrage the Lord-Imperator who already had to deal with the possibility of the Alliance Nationalizing his assets on Bilbringi.

"Patch me through." the Lord-Imperator said with a cold turn "I would like to have a word with the Corellian Diktat." the Captain nodded and within moments Sularen's Face appeared on a hologram infront of the Corellian Diktat. "I am Marlon Sularen , Lord-Imperator of the Beshqek System and Supreme Commander of the Beshqek System Defense Force. With me are Millions of brave souls who have pledged to defend their World against those who wish to take up arms against it. You have come here to remove me from power by force , but i will not allow it , the people of Byss won't allow it. You think you can just walk up to my house and demand i abandon it so that you can burn it down? That won't happen. So try to remove me by force , Diktat and we'll see what will happen to your Fleets , your people and your planet. Same goes to Duros." Sularen said with a cold tone before pausing.

"You have awakened a Sleeping Giant and filled it with terrible resolve. Shall Corellia continue this blockade , this day will go down as one in infamy where Corellia drew their guns upon Byss and Byss fought back. This will go down as the day the Core Worlds stood still. This will be the beginning of the end for you and your cronies back on Corellia. So without further ado let the games begin" Sularen said. The Lord-Imperator's Message was clear , Byss would not bend the knee to Corellia , not again and Sularen wouldn't allow the Corellians to beat him again , no , not like last time. If it was a fight Yularen wanted , it was a fight he would get.

"Contact , the Reserves at Relus and the Corporate Fleet at Xa Fel. Tell the reserves to remain on standby and for the Corporate Fleet to regroup with the Reserves at Relus before they shut down the Hyperlanes , if we can get our Reinforcements into the System then a Victory is guaranteed. It's about time we showed the entire Galactic Alliance what happens when you provoke the Sleeping Giant" Sularen said in a Cold Tone. "Now , Diktat Yularen your move..."

Tags | Yularen Nova ​

 

[Otto Shule]

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// Coruscant // Senate District // 500 Republica - Penthouse //
Tags: Open to Interaction.
Puppets, tangled in strings.​

There was much to do and little time in which to see it done. Ever since the disaster at Tiss’Sharl, where the logic of his foolhardy and avaricious lost them the deal of the century, the Replicant Senator immersed himself in the resurrection of the Coruscant Guard. Now, more than ever did the Queen of the Core need an army to defend herself from the expected reprisal from the Sith. Whether it was to be delivered in the form of their crumbling Empire. Or, their newest iteration emerging from the cinnamon-stained wastelands of Korriban - the Sith would inevitably return to Coruscant.

Thus, they had to be ready for it.

In the past, the Coruscanti relied too heavily on the governments that lorded over the Five-thousand levels for protection, believing that their salvation rested in their arms. Time and again, trillions of people were left sorely disappointed. Through their failures, however, an opportunity presented itself. With their own standing military and rejuvenated Security Forces? Coruscant would become less reliant on the ever-shifting nations that populated the Senate District. That notion elicited a smile from the Replica’s synthetic lips. Not only could they defend themselves from the Sith, but should things turn sour in the Senate…

Well, suffice to say, having a standing military that was always ready to act and veteranized by the warfare in the Underworld would prove to be nothing short of beneficial.

It was then that his serpentine smile faded. His eyes were drawn towards a nearby HoloTerminal that flickered to life, showcasing the actions taken by the Corellian Confederation reborn. While there were whispers of military action spreading through the Criminal Underworld, alongside the various Hyperspace Registrar’s - Otto never truly paid much attention to such rumours. Especially if they weren’t concerning his present effort in taming Coruscant’s underbelly. The rest of the Galaxy cared little for what transpired within their own backyard, so why should he?

But, what was disturbing - as the broadcast continued - was that this newfound Corellian movement elected to act against Byss. Had it been any other world, their actions would’ve likely flown under the radar, as the Alliance’s focus was busy elsewhere. But, because it was Byss, many possibilities would doubtlessly arise from this altercation. It was no secret that the so-called Lord-Imperator of Byss flaunted Alliance authority at every turn. So, it wasn’t surprising that other nations within the Federation sought to act of their own accord and do what the Alliance either couldn’t or wouldn’t do.

While Otto could care less about the prospects of Civil War, the Replica was more concerned with how the fledgling blockade stood to cost billions of Credits in interrupted trade. With Byss being one of the few primary junctions through the Deep Core, this spatial besiegement would undoubtedly interrupt - if not choke the life from the Starbird Trade Spine. That was something that couldn’t be allowed, especially if the Alliance sought to keep its economy in serviceable condition. It would take ages to summon the Senate and go through the motions, as many Representatives would doubtlessly seek to take advantage of the ensuing Chaos.

Thus, something had to be done to circumvent the blockade. Not only for the sake of continuing trade, of course. If the Replica exploited the organic angle of compassion, seeking to safeguard the lives of those affected by this blockade - it would undoubtedly win him points in the inquisition that would follow. Thankfully, however, there was a safeguard built into the Starbird during its foundation. While Byss was ultimately chosen to be one of the pivotal junctions that speared towards the Queen of the Core, there were other systems that were considered. In anticipation of those systems being chosen by the then Chancellor, Emmen Tagge, Republic Engineering spent a significant amount of Credits to establish their infrastructure as well.

Outside of boosting local trade, there was little need to activate these contingencies. For as rabid as the purse poodle from Byss was, Otto never expected the Corellian Sector to make their move in such a dramatic fashion. They seemed content on fading away into the annals of history. How surprising these Organics were, the Replica mused.

“Bremen,” the Senator beckoned to his assistant, breaking the silence that began to settle within his apartment. The man was in the other room, but he came quickly to stand at his Senator’s side as soon as his name was called. His brow was cocked quizzically. He then asked the Replica what they required, keeping his eyes trained on the cybernetically-enhanced retina’s that bore down upon his person. “I want you to relay a message to Dash. Have him activate the Starbird Contingency marked Alpha-Dorn as soon as humanly possible. By the time the Alliance starts to deal with this mounting crisis, the Trade Spine will have already been redirected - leaving only one way in and one way out of the Byss system.”

As Bremen began to turn away, Otto found himself placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. “I also want you to send a message to Jianna. Have her, and several of the Home Defence Fleet’s new Corvette’s put themselves on standby. Have her work with the potential that the Alliance might muster a task force to deal with the Neo-Imperials and Corellians. If that eventuality comes true, I want her and those warships ready to make the jump to lightspeed at a moment’s notice.”

Bremen nodded then before departing the Replica’s company. He vanished into the recesses of the apartment, leaving Otto alone with his thoughts. This was an interesting turn of events, the Senator mused. He was left wondering how exactly the rest of the Alliance would respond.​

 

[Mazik Stazi]

THE LOST KING
BESHQEK SYSTEM
DEEP CORE

"We no longer recognize your authority to speak for the people of Byss, Sularen."

Another holotransmission cut in. Senator Mazik Stazi also liked to fight his own battles. While he held no command authority over the Duro Defense Force his voice carried the weight of Rek Trehalt behind it. Chief Representative Officer of the Duros High House and Crown Prince whose bloodline could be traced back thousands of years. Even compared to the senator Rek was a force of nature back on their homeworld. Few dared to defy his word.

"You are a tyrant and a madman. For as long as you reign your hermit kingdom will be a rogue state. The time for diplomacy has passed. This is not a game. Surrender or don't. Your choice of prison makes no difference to us."

Stazi cut the transmission on his end. Both Duro and Corellia had commited considerable resources to their endeavor. They were prepared to maintain this blockade indefinitely. That same reluctance to side against him Marlon Sularen was counting on would work both ways. A standoff only cost them time but for Beshqek...it meant isolation from the galaxy. Not just a shutdown on military traffic but all civilian trade as well. Sooner or later the city world would begin to break down.

"He will try to intimidate us with a show of strength," Mazik explained to the Lost King's bridge crew, "Then he will seek to hide behind the same Alliance intervention he's so brazenly defied. Let him realize he is trapped. Let his people realize it too."

Duro's forces were scattered amongst the larger CorDef fleet in strike groups. A star defender each accompanied by smaller escort ships. Pairs or trios of frigates and corvette wolf packs. Many occupied flanking positions both above and below the battle plane established by the Beshqek Defense Grid's relative orbits. Natural fighting grounds for a species born in space where navigating was always three dimensional.

"Signal Diktat Yularen Nova we are in position. Gravastar and CR-50 frigates coming online. With their Detainers we should achieve complete gravity well dispersion within the hour."

 

[Yularen Nova]

"General," called one of the com officers, "The Duros fleet is in position." Yularen nodded in satisfaction. Stazi had said everything he could have said to respond to the foolish Lord Imperator. Did he really call himself that? In Alliance Space?

"Order Integrity of Purpose to turn around. We don't need two battlecruisers facing Byss. It apperes as if we will be here for a long time yet. If he doesn't want to give himself up, then we'll starve him out." Yularen stood from his chair.

"I believe I will be receiving calls soon. I will be in my office. Keep fighter patrols rotating around the clock. I don't want a single ship entering or leaving the Byss system without me knowing, understood? Contact me should the situation change." He knew Sularen's type. There was nothing worse you could do to a man with an ego as large as his as simply ignoring them. The Alliance hadn't moved in yet. Good, though he wasn't expecting them to so soon. The blockade had only been up a few hours at most. Even a day of the blockade would economically ruin Byss. His people would have no choice but to rise up themselves.

Mazik Stazi Marlon Sularen Teica Giraan Jared Ovmar

 

[Annasari]

CHAOS REIGNS
Felmorante L'lerim | Yularen Nova | Mazik Stazi | Otto Shule | Marlon Sularen | Teica Giraan
Some time ago....

The newly constructed station was bustling as Annasari strutted through the halls. Chatter echoed through the hub, it's ragtag stalls alive with the common folk who had found their livelihood here. Her elbow brushed against Myra, ever loyal, and always at her side. The touch seemed to give the elder woman bravery, as she finally spoke.

"Miss Annasari, I am so sorry, but you know I must say it. I do not like you being so vulnerable, out in the open." The chide was the of a caring mother figure, one who had lived her entire life with the luxuries of palaces and pomp. "You know Errant would not be a fan, either." She quickly added.

"Good thing he's not here, then." She stated, coming to the turbo-lift. Her piercing blue gaze then fluttered to the head-of-household. "It's fine, Myra. He worries too much; you worry too much. These are my people- I grew up in the same squalor they did, despite the stars between us. The danger is not non-existent, but I've learned how to recognize it.

Besides, we were only passing through, I told you that."

"Wish you would tell me where we're going then." She retorted, sassy as ever. "Even for you, the mystery has been overwhelming."

"To meet some old friends."

The answer hung in the air as the lift descended. Anna was unsure how much the old woman knew of her past, but even if she had known of the insurgent's ties, her face gave away nothing. Years of serving royalty had taught her to do her job well. Anna's demeanor, however, said everything. Away from prying eyes, there was no need to hide the anticipation that sat in her shoulders.

Finally, the doors opened once more, revealing a hangar bay. A junkie old ship sat in the center, its loading ramp descending. Annasari covered the distance with her confident stride. The whispy cloak often worn by those who lived on Jakku floated behind her. The woman stopped, waiting patiently, as guests began to emerge one by one. Finally, a young woman appeared, her emerald eyes marking her heritage.

"Little DeWinter," Anna purred. "Glad to have you."

Present-day​

The rag-tag fleet assembled by the Commerce Guild came out of hyperspace to sit next to the giants. With the likes of Correllia and Duro around, they were nothing but blips in space; yet that was for the best. Standing on the bridge, Anna donned the old armor that had stayed with her for so long- since her days of chasing bounties. She smiled to herself nostalgically, before turning to the young DeWinter.

"Well, this is disappointing," She declared, looking to the viewport once more. The ships hung around the planet, but a stand-off had stifled the sparks before they could breathe. The Imperial regime needed to be dealt with, but, no one had the courage to fire the first shot. "Shall we find a way to escalate this?" She asked the girl with a knowing grin.

 

[Felmorante L'lerim]

CHAOS UNBRIDLED!

Equipment: Haywire I Armor over Viper Mk. I Skinsuit, Duraglide Boots with Boot Rockets
Dark Purple pair of Wrist Dazzlers, 7 Whimsy Knives, 3 Glitter Grenades, 2 Giggle Grenades, 1 Pink Vapor Grenade
Objective: Find the fun.
Tag: Annasari | Yularen Nova | Mazik Stazi | Otto Shule | Marlon Sularen | Teica Giraan

Coming from the loading ramp, the emerald shimmer of her eyes had been enough to inform the woman just who she was dealing with. The unceremonious pop of gum gave way to that of a wicked grin as she came into clear view.

"What fun-what fun is yet to come!" She giggled excitedly.

PRESENT​

The flight had been boring. She never had enjoyed space travel. But the end was going to be fun, which made the trip worth it. Besides that, a bit of fun for all was to be had.

Anna's words cut through the bland sight of no one making the pew pews yet. Her eyes shone brightly even though her expression was that of exasperation.

"Ah! But everyone likes to stare at the pretties." She smiled wickedly, balancing the whimsy knife on her palm. A quick toss and snatch had it back in her hand as her eyes slid over to the woman.

"Everyone likes to make the big booms, so why are they scared now? Let's get the fireworks going! Otherwise no one will want to play!" he maniacal laughter following had her staring out of the viewport with anticipation.

 

[Ripley Kühn]

One hundred four days.

One hundred four days, she had been with the Maw. Trained and tried just like any other initiate who thrived on the darkness and chaos. Nights of terror and uncertainty had crept into her already fragile psyche, cracking it further. The relief of her homecoming had brought her to tears. She had sat and watched the stars fly by, dreaming of the apartment on the lower levels.

Yet duty called again. It was no sooner than she finished her reports before she had been dispatched to Byss. The Alliance had spiraled into its own chaos while she was away, destabilized by war and greedy politicians. It almost seemed alien- although, everything about the norm did.

Sitting in the small camp set up in an abandoned warehouse, Ripley stared into the coals that warmed her. Visions danced in the flames of her last visit to the forsaken planet. The Jedi had fought for the planet, protecting it. The zeltron herself stared into Bogan's abyss, battling to ensure the Sith could not take advantage of the planet's darkside. She was still struggling to wrap her head around the fact the Imperial Remnant knew no loyalty for that.

A chime from her datapad pulled her away from her thoughts. She turned, pulling it from the satchel that lay next to her. The glow lit up as she powered it on.

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MESSAGE RECEIVED
OPEN? .... Y/N
STARBIRD CLEARANCE REQUIRED... PLEASE INPUT ACCESS CODE
XXXXXXXXXXX....
CLEARANCE GRANTED...
ACCESSING...


An encryption signature was acquired and traced back to Byss. It’s been verified by our attempt to send through a data transmission with a manufacture signature, a virus disguised as a system update. Assuming Byss’s communication network hasn’t altered their signature entirely, you should be able to use this to hack through their systems and alter or... entirely dismantle their ability to communicate.
-- IVI

Ripley sighed, tossing the datapad aside. Her hand floated to her comms, activating an encrypted channel. The other fumbled through her bag, pulling out the slicing kit.

"Genesis."

Go time.

 

[Auteme]

DARKCOM | Open (?)​

Auteme was at a disadvantage.

Not that she much minded, or believed that it shorted out her chances -- she had her ambition and the means to achieve it, and that was enough. But the means to power were many. Most involved having power already; she had the Force and her voice, political power at some level. Others, however, had the means of might.

She missed out on those opportunities. Despite her pseudo-army of Force-using friends, Auteme did not have the will to make or carry through on threats. Violence, pain, suffering; to even think of subjecting someone -- anyone -- to that was horrifying. The war against the evils of the Sith, the Brotherhood of the Maw, and the Draelvasier may be deemed just by many, but to her, all war was evil. She could never command a warship or send soldiers into battle.

Yet, against injustice, were such methods justified? No matter how strong her ideals she could not ignore reality. So much of the galaxy answered only to strength and brutality; she might not have enough love and kindness to combat it, and she certainly couldn't be present to solve every problem in the best way possible.

Her feelings on the blockade were mixed, to say the least.

As usual she was up late. Study and work often dragged on into the night. Most of the time she managed to avoid the distractions of the HoloNet, but tonight that wasn't the case. When Kaigann's call reached her she was in a speeder headed to the Senate Building.

"Senator Fossk," she said, the distress wearing at her features. "I'm, ah- on my way to the Senate building. I'm unsure if the Chancellor will call an emergency meeting, but either way, I'm hoping to keep better track of the situation from there.

"In truth, I'm... unsure what to think. Hopefully we'll be able to discuss a course of action, to de-escalate the situation." Her indecision bit at her again. She'd advocated against Byss's militarism and imperial leanings before, but when others acted, she couldn't tell if she supported it. And if she waited too long, things might fall into chaos.

Worries kept her awake, long into the ride through Coruscant's brilliant night sky.

 

[Bashir]

CITY OF ASHES
DEEP CORE
GALACTIC ALLIANCE DEFENSE FLEET

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"Commander on deck!"

"As you were."

Commander Aftab Bashir strode across the Starhawk's command deck in a crisp GADF officer's uniform. A capital ship of this magnitude with thousands of crewmen and several marine contingents required near constant supervision. He was as much an administrator as tactician. Signing off on one datapad only to be handed another. Duty rosters, cargo manifests, mission reports...it was enough to make most souls go mad. Bashir thrived on such chaos.

"Lieutenant Commander?"

"Sir!" his first officer Rana Halcyon stiffened, "Incoming transmission from Anaxes."

She was human, ethnic corellian to be precise, but Lieutenant Commander Halcyon was born and raised in the Duro system. Her physiology adapted to a lifetime of low gravity conditions seemed thin and stretched for her species. Aftab wasn't sure if the duros merely adapted better to gravitational changes or if humans were natural culture mimics because his XO sometimes hardly seemed human at all. She behaved more like Stazi than Pryce.

"I'll take it in my ready room."

His personal office aboard City of Ashes just off the bridge was a bit spacious for his taste but modestly decorated with a few personal touches that made her feel a bit more like the destroyer Meridian; his last command. There were a few portraits and some holocaptures of his family. A scale model of a Mon Cal star cruiser rested within a large glass bottle. Even his valachord seemed ancient and exquisitely handcrafted. Bashir crossed over to his desk and keyed in a security code for his personal holoprojector.

"High Admiral?"

"Approximately one hour ago our early warning detection grid picked up an anomalous hyperspace surge in the vicinity of the Byss Run. Shortly after we received civilian confirmation via local news coverage of a large Corellian fleet attempting to establish some kind of blockade. Diktat Nova and Prince Trehalt appear to be demanding Marlon Sularen surrender himself into their custody. We are scrambling the Seventh Fleet but you are the closest ship we have. Rendezvous with the Epilogue and proceed with all haste to Byss."

When he emerged back onto the bridge Commander Bashir called for an immediate course change. This of course piqued Rana's interest who bombarded him with questions about their next assignment. He studied the specs for the Epilogue with calculating eyes. En route back to the Seventh after picking up a new captain and resupply, it was only an Iblis-class frigate but still all that was on hand in this sector. Soon enough that would change Aftab had no doubt. He ordered Halcyon to contact Teica Giraan and plot a suitable hyperspace convergence.

"Interesting coincidence."

"What is?" he asked the lieutenant commander.

"We were called out here to chase pirates. Pirates we can't find. Called by Duro. Now they've deployed the DDF away from their borders in some kind of large scale vigilante operation. Its peculiar."

"Not if you look at the whole board."

 

[Teica Giraan]

[Location: ANV Epilogue (Iblis-class Missile Frigate) -- Internalized C.I.C]
[Sit Rep: Approaching Byss, Never going to be ready for mediation]
[Commander Giraan standing by]
[Relevancy list: Jax Thio , Yularen Nova , Bashir , Marlon Sularen ]
[Prelude to War BABYYYYYYYY]
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Teica's expression bore a thin air of nervousness as the sensor blips grew closer, and the bridge crew grew increasingly agitated. Awoken from their brief relief in spacedock, the Epilogue's crew had been dispatched, sent to first rendezvous with the City of Ashes, and move in for Byss. The first phase was complete, the latter would be where issues were bound to arise. Carefully, they converged on the coming diplomatic flashpoint, sensors peeled, and weapons ready. Mere hours ago had Corellia and Duros established a blockade around Byss, taking the matters of justice into their own hands while the Alliance tried for a failing dream of security.

The commander grew restless, silently praying that she could silence the oncoming violence, that she could halt the growing amount of casualties under her command. But it would all be in vain, she kept telling herself, while the reality of it all lurked beside her. The number would grow, regardless of the coming actions.

Teica wanted nothing more than to stay strong, to stand as a beacon of hope at the center of the C.I.C, but rarely could she find the composure to be that guiding light. Not since the Resolution, that was. She tried to forget as best she could, tried to hide the trail of blood and debris that led her way, but the memories stayed and haunted her, and the trail found ways to escape her wrath. Her hands continued to shake, and her posture weakened.

"What's our E.T.A?" A cautious expression came to be as the commander glanced to her left.

"Twenty minutes, ma'am," The young lieutenant at the helm reported to her.

"Mm...Load a pair of diamond borons, but I want assault concussion missiles in the other missile tubes. Set Condition Two, and confirm our status with Commander Bashir . Alert fighters on standby."

Once again, the hammers pounded. The sounds of missiles, driven into narrow launch tubes echoed through the thick durasteel that formed the hull, coordinated in carefully alternating rhythms. The noises felt all too familiar to her.

The minutes passed by, agonizingly slow, but the full extent of the situation was slowly emerging on sensors; a towering fleet of Corellian and Duros vessels, scattered with interdiction starships that slowly began to come online, standing strong before what would likely be the Byssian defense fleet. And if everything went as she thought it would, all hell would break loose, and there would be no turning back, or running, from the fallout.

What before would have been an afterthought had come back into the matter. She was a Corellian, and that would complicate things. It wasn't patriotism talking, she verified with herself, just something else. Family, perhaps? Almost a decade had passed by since she had turned her hopes and dreams to face the black void above, since she left her home and started the journey of pain and torment that she still followed. It wouldn't get in the way of her duty, she refused to allow it, but life had a habit of playing those jokes on its participants. Ivax and Kiax must be having a field day... Teica thought, experimenting with her developing grim sense of humor.

They were still almost ten minutes till sensors could grasp the size of the ticking time bomb before them, and fifteen until they would be in effective weapons range of the Corellian forces, an extra few minutes until they could reach the Byssians. But the minutes felt like hours, and the distances felt all too close. Even the presence of a Starhawk at their side was rendered near-irrelevant in her eyes.

It was then that she turned to her side, now facing the jedi standing a matter of meters to her left, who had simply been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time; sent alongside the laughable 'task force' for simply being in the vicinity.

"Mister Thio...Looks like we've got front-row seats..." The commander made a failed attempt at lightening the mood.

May the gods be merciful on us all.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: ANV Epilogue
Equipment: Jedi Jumpsuit, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Teica Giraan

"Just when I'm finished with one horrific battle, I'm getting pulled to the next one."

Jax was at the bridge staring at the blockade ahead his hands clasped behind at a soldiers attention yet his fingers wrapped around his promise ring to Jairdain . It was the life of a Jedi Guardian, the path that Jax had chosen because he thought it was going to be the most exciting one. If only he could take his 30 year old self back in time and beat the chit out of his 18 year old self to see what a fracking idiot he was. From the nightmares to arguing with inflexible commanders, being a Guardian can sometimes turn into a desk job. Still someone has to help the people around the galaxy and sometimes the Lightsaber is mightier than any negotiating skill that a politician has. As soon as the evacuation of Charros IV was more or less completed, the Jedi was almost immediately transferred to the ANV Epilogue where he was to assist the Galactic Alliance in the blockade of Byss.

Marlon Sularen looked like he wasn't going anywhere without a fight. Part of Jax felt ashamed for doing this, Marlon had helped Jax back at the battle of Ziost by sending in those Imperial reinforcements. To be the one who would be part of the architect of his downfall wrapped his heart with grief. War had a funny habit of turning friends into enemies and vice versa, given Marlon's doings as the senator of Byss he understood what needed to be done. Still Jax was still reeling from the Charros IV evacuation and now he had to do what appeared to be another ugly battle. All he hoped that this was done quickly and efficiently. Jax doubted though.

Jax didn't know who Commander Teica was, he heard that she fought with Jax during the battle of Korriban and Ziost but he never met her in person. With her crew scrambling to prepare, Jax walked over to the commander and gave her a bow. "What's the situation so far?" Looks like the battle could end quickly, it was hard to tell but Jax was prepared to fight if need be.

 

[Olen Halcorr]

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ROGUE SQUADRON
LOCATION: LEAVING HYPERSPACE, ATTEMPTING TO RENDEZVOUS WITH ANV EPILOGUE AND CITY OF ASHES
EQUIPMENT:
X-Wing Starfighter
TAGS:
Teica Giraan Bashir Jax Thio Yularen Nova Marlon Sularen Len Vert Daz Farlander

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Bright white lights streaked across a jet black background as the scene began to unfold before his eyes. Taking a quick glance at his holographic terminal, he noted that he'd be leaving the dimension of hyperspace in E.T.A one second, wrapping a hand apprehensively round the joystick, he waited in tense anticipation as realspace appeared and he exited lightspeed. The X-Wings of Rogue Squadron burst out one by one, eventually everyone had arrived which was evidenced by a quick com check.

It was always a warning sign when two planets within a union began hostilities. It wasn't a surprise however, he watched the live Senate broadcasts and time and time again had hoped it wouldn't ever come to something like this. Swiping right on his Holographic Interface Terminal, it gave him a full diagnostic view of the situation. Large warships of Corellian-make, assited by ships of the Duros Defense Force, fire hadn't been exchanged yet, but the mass of ships told him it was only a matter of time.

Olen wasted no time allocating power to engines as he throttled up heading towards the coordinates that had been determined, it seemed Galactic Alliance Ships had already arrived as he spotted the Iblis-class Missile Frigate of Commander Giraan and the Starhawk III-class Battleship of Commander Bashir.

Throughout history, the Corellians had been known as a proud peoples, with a rich heritage, but this, this seemed absurd to him, while Sularen was infamous across the Alliance, he never would have through Diktat Nova would have resorted to anything like this, Byss was part of the GA after all.

Olen tapped the throttle to the right, pulling into a seventy degree turn as he pushed forwards, flying toe to toe with the hull of the ANV Epilogue which seemed to be waiting a klick or two to his starboard. Pulling up and holding the joystick on the right side, he pulled outwards slightly, flying on the starboard side of the missile frigate, its large pristine armour plating becoming larger and larger as he stuck close to it.

He hit the com unit button, typing in the frequency Tac-One. "Rogue Leader standing by, awaiting further orders." He communicated in his Wild Space drawl which might've been unique among the overwhelming population of Core Worlders present. The Starhawk didn't seem to be too far either but he wondered if it was going to provide much of a deterrent to the two forces who seemed hellbent on arresting Sularen and executing some sort of presumed justice.

Switching back to the Squadron frequency at Tac-Two point Five, he gave them their orders. "Stand by Rogues, keep any eye out for any hostilities, looks like we're here as guests." Hopefully some sort of mediation would occur but for now, tensions were at an all time high.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

BYSS , BESHQEK SYSTEM
On board the Predator...

"We no longer recognize your authority to speak for the people of Byss, Sularen. You are a tyrant and a madman. For as long as you reign your hermit kingdom will be a rogue state. The time for diplomacy has passed. This is not a game. Surrender or don't. Your choice of prison makes no difference to us."

"KARABAST" Sularen said as he slammed the holotable once the hologram flicked out , now he was infuriated. Diktat Nova and Senator Stazi were some of his most vocal opponents in the senate and yet they had the audacity to launch a blockade against him. This would not stand , once this was over Sularen would retaliate through his proxies , and make sure both Corellia and Duros regretted their actions. After all , he did warn Diktat Nova what they did today had awoken a beast and filled it with terrible resolve and it's that resolve that would lay waste to Corellia and Duros.

"Sir we have new arrivals" one of the bridge officers said suddenly captivating Sularen's attention , the Officers continued. "We have some sort of Fleet of unknown origin which has emerged from hyperspace and positioned itself alongside the Corellians and Durosians along with elements of the GADF , a single Starhawk-III , an Iblis-Class Missile Frigate and Rogue Squadron." Sularen frowned , was that really what the Alliance had to offer , for the second time Byss was under attack from an external threat and this meager task force was what they sent in response , heck even the GADF Corvette ine Constantine Oliva commandeered during the Battle of Byss was almost 10 times larger then the Alliance Task Force that had arrived and Sularen knew that unless more Alliance reinforcements arrived the Blockade would remain.

"What about our Reserves at Relus , are they ready for deployment?" Sularen asked. "Yes sir , our Reserves are on stand-by awaiting your orders" the Captain of the Predator replied. Sularen looked up at the viewports of the Predator's Bridge getting a glimpse of the Corellian-Durosian Blockade. The Lord-Imperator then looked at the Captain and quickly said. "Alright , i'm retiring to my Personal Quarters as i have some messages and calls to make and if anything happens inform me immediately"

And with that Sularen left the briefing room headed straight for his Personal Office and Quarters. Upon arrival , Sularen took out his datapad and began writing an encrypted message for two of his allies within the Shadow Association and upon completing it and sending it to them , he moved forth to send a message to his Cousin , the Current Senator of Byss who was currently at his Office within the Senate Building.

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CORUSCANT
Within the Senate Building...

Senator Denzul Vosh-Sularen sat in his office watching the troubling news of Corellia and Duros's Joint Blockade of Byss which unfortunately he saw as the precedent of a war between both planets and Byss. The Alliance had provoked Marlon Sularen many times but never did anyone attempt to threaten his rule in the way Corellia and Duros did. Now there would be war and no matter what the Senate did , Sularen would retaliate against the Corellians and Duros. It was now only a matter of time before someone was foolish enough to make the first shot.

Then a hologram of the Senator's Cousin , the incumbent Lord-Imperator of Byss appeared "Marlon , i assume your calling me to discuss about the current Corellian and Durosian Blockade , Yes?" the Senator asked. "Yes , and i need you to contact Chancellor Chandra so that we can organize an Emergency Session in the Senate" the Lord-Imperator said , Denzul was astonished by this as his cousin was known for his aggressive policies and now he seeked out the support of the Senate in defusing the crisis. "I don't understand why an emergency session?" Denzul asked somewhat confused. "Because , if we seek the Negotiation route we can save face and save our reputation , already the Alliance sees us as a potential threat but with Corellia and Duros acting like this we can gain support within the Galactic Alliance. Especially by showing our intent to negotiate our way out of this rather then face this problem with brute force like they expect us to do"

Denzul was still astonished but his Cousin was somewhat right in this case , Corellia and Duros were the aggressors and Byss nothing more but a victim , with the Planet having suffered 3 Attacks from external forces in the last 5 Yeas how could the Senate criticize Byss's Militarization and it's Imperial Regime. Byss needed a strong government to survive , a strong military , and the Alliance had constantly questioned it treating Sularen as a tyrant instead of what he was in reality , a Benevolent Ruler. This event could very likely turn the tides of Sularen's ongoing struggle within the Senate and provide him with the opportunities he needed to secure control of the Senate.

"Alright , cuz. Where do we begin?"

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Spoiler: Sularen's Message

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Commodore Kenth Berik and Captain Jaa Kilian

I am in dire need of your services as recently some of my enemies within the Alliance , the Rulers of Corellia and Duros have moved against me and launched a Blockade of my Throneworld outright threatening my rule over Byss and if this Blockade is not stopped within the next few days , the planet's economy which relies solely on Imports from the Byss Run and Starbird Trade Spine , will fall apart and civil unrest will tear Byss apart.

With Corellia and Duros demanding my abdication i have no choice but to fight back which is why i have called upon you two. As Corellia and Duros further pressed their Blockade against Byss , i've managed to assemble Two Fleets in the nearby world of Relus located further deeper in the Beshqek System. I wish for you two to take command of these two fleets and reinforce my Fleet which lays trapped in orbit of Byss between Byss's Planetary Shields and the Planet's Orbital Defense Network.

In return for supporting me in defending my throneworld , i shall provide you two with a considerable sum of credits as well as additional resources and manpower to expand and sustain your operations against the many other foes you will clash in the future. I await for your arrival at Relus as this is Byss's Darkest Hour and we need your help in defeating the Corellian Blockade and fending off the very planet that had subjugated us over 5 Years ago.

From the Office of Lord-Imperator

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Tags | Kenth Berik | Jaa Kilian | Adhira Chandra ​

 

[Jaa Kilian]

(Right, so I just received a message of the fleet I'm actually commanding, so I'm just going to fix this...)
Location: Relus, Beshqek System, Brawler-II
Relevant Tags: Marlon Sularen Kenth Berik
Objective: Complain Randevous with the fleet at Relus.

Were the situation different, Jaa Kilian might have felt more serene at the moment. His new flagship - the Brawler-II for daren't disrespect his former flagship by renaming this one to Brawler again - truly was a masterpiece of engineering and design, far more so than any Victory-class. It was sleek, powerful, fast, and exceedingly difficult to track with scanners if the crew set their mind to it. Unfortunately, at least for the present moment, the bridge crew of the Brawler-II were not able to set their minds to much, beyond avoiding their raging Captain.

"Damn his eyes! Damn them, I say!" Kilian snapped to no one in particular, his eyes set on glaring at Byss with such intensity that one would be forgiven for thinking he was trying to burn a hole through it (which would save the Corellians and Duros a good amount of trouble), "I am a privateer, damn him! No one said anything about siege breaking, fleet or not!"

He was, of course, speaking of his most recent employer turned massive headache, Marlon Sularen . Kilian had seen the man's opulence and vast influence and could feel the credits in his pockets already, but he should have known better! No one with that much wealth and power gets anywhere without making enemies, and certainly not an Imperialist within a damned democracy!

And did that stop me? Kilian thought to himself bitterly, his teeth clenched with such ferocity that it was making his gums sore, Of course not! Mother always said greed would be your downfall and look how right she was!

The communications officer approached, snapping Kilian out of his reverie with her stuttered report.

"C-Captain, we've arrived in the system, and--" She flinched as Kilian rounded on her, his eyes alight with righteous indignation.

"I see that, girl!" But he stopped himself from tearing into her further by drawing in a deep, desperate breath through his nose. It would not do to inadvertently drive his crew to mutiny, not when they were his ticket to surviving the (potentially) coming battle at the very least. Calmer now, Kilian reopened his eyes and addressed the officer with a cool but markedly calmer voice, "I apologize, I should not let my anger get the better of me. Your report, Lieutenant."

"Sir!" The young woman squeaked, clapping her heels together and making a loud snap reverberate across the oddly silent bridge. Several crewmembers, silently working at their consoles, looked over at the source of the sound for a moment before being sent scurrying back to work by the sharp gaze of their Captain.

"The Taskforce Alpha welcomes us to the system and requests to speak with the officer in charge of the Brawler-II." She offered Kilian a datapad, which he took carefully and looked over. His brows knitted together as he read the force composition. It certainly wasn't a poor fighting force, but "motley" was not an incorrect description. A series of bruisers and carrier was at his disposal. Ordinarily, that would be cause for celebration, especially for a mercenary like Kilian. Unfortunately, the reason for which he had received this fleet gave Kilian pause. He had no idea how many ships the Corellians and Duros fielded or the composition therein, but there was no doubt they had a sizeable force if Sularen was desperate enough to call Kilian.

"Taskforce Alpha? Hardly an auspicious name for a fleet..."

"Well, I'd hardly think so either, sir..." At Kilian's glance, the far calmer woman continued, "Until 48 hours ago, the fleet didn't exist on record or otherwise. It was piecemealed from several other fleets gathered from the Lord-Imperator's domain and his allies."

Kilian blinked, unsure if he had heard the officer correctly. Upon asking her to repeat herself he learned that he had, in fact, not misheard her. After a moment of processing that information, Kilian decided he would respectfully request that Sularen pay him double for this unbridled mess or he would cram the Brawler-II engine first up his pompous rear.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Kilian's voice was as frosty as Rhen Var, portraying his reaffirmed fury in the most subdued manner he could manage. He returned the datapad with robotic movements, leaving the young woman with a final order, "Has Commodore Kenth Berik been spotted in the system yet?"

"Unknown, sir. Shall I attempt to contact him?"

"You do that, Lieutenant. Maybe he'll have some idea what we're supposed to do..."

"And the fleet, sir...?"

"I'll contact them, Lieutenant." With that, the young officer snapped off a salute and retreated with such haste that one might mistakenly believe she was being pursued by the Corellian Hounds of Hell... Which, to be completely fair, was likely to soon be a very apt description.

Kilian sighed and wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't just stayed in the Navy.

 

[Shoma Ike]

C O R U S C A N T
HRH Shoma of Atrisia, Junior Representative for Atrisia
Tags Out For Harambe: Auteme Aerarii Tithe Faith Organa
[ obligatory k-pop ]

The Galactic Senate had adjourned.

Senator Kim had returned to Atrisia, in order to meet with the Royal Family and the Parliament on several matters of interstellar policy, among which had been solidifying Atrisia's position on the matter of Byss -- particularly now that they had a full report provided by the Chancellor.

It was customary for one of the two of them to remain on Coruscant. If Shoma returned to Atrisia, Ju Li remained on Coruscant in case an emergency session of the Senate was called, so that Atrisia would always have representation and a voice. More often than not, that was the way of it. As a royal in the line of succession, Shoma's presence was frequently required for appearances and state visits designed to help prepare him in the public's eye for the possible ascension to the Throne of Golden Flowers. A post for which the teen had no desires. If he, instead, succeeded Ju Li as the senior delegate to the Galactic Senate, that would be privilege enough.

He'd had quite enough of a taste of planetary governance when the First Order had installed him as their proxy governor following the negotiated truce over the threatened devastation of Frisal.

Suffice to say, when word had started to circulate that the Galactic Alliance Defense Forces had observed a fleet of Corellian and Duros ships massing in the Beshqek System, the timing couldn't have been worse.

"Send a transmission to Atrisia and request Senator Kim contact me at once," the teen remarked, even as he started to shrug his way into a suit. He'd already signaled for a speeder to courier him to the Senate building.

Even if no emergency session were called, if tensions were escalating in the vicinity of Byss then he'd have better access to information there.

"Forward any reply to my terminal at the Senate," the youth said, tugging on a pair of shoes as he staggered onto the speeder landing where the courier waited to depart.

The Senate was already embroiled with what to do about Byss' behavior in contravention of Alliance law. Hopefully, Corellia and Duro were not about to repeat Sularen's same mistakes, whatever their intentions may have been. Particularly since Atrisia had recently sided with Corellia on the proposed environmental legislation. It would be bad form to be positioned to vote against a potential ally.

But what was the precedent being established if the rumors held truth?

 

[Ashalin Pelagia]

"Should we issue a response, Ashalin?" her chief of staff, Forella, asked.

That was the main question that she and many other Senators and officials within the Galactic Alliance were likely to face over the next few hours and days. Byss had clearly been a thorn in the foot of the Alliance, especially given the fiery nature of its... she glanced down at her datapad for his correct title, Lord-Imperator. Sularen had made no such illusions before that he didn't respect Senate authority or investigations, storming out of the session when the SIA Director IVI was presenting information to the Senate on various... extralegal activities. It had been before she had arrived on world, but Senators loved to gossip.

The Alliance had been slow to respond, officially, to Byss and its provocations. No doubt the Chancellor and High Command had been more concerned with foreign issues; the campaign in the Stygian Caldera and the Alliance's response to troubling developments elsewhere with the marauders known as the Brotherhood of the Maw. Sularen and his saber rattling were put on the backburner, as it were, while the Alliance focused on more... potent forces. Apparently Corellia and Duro had decided to be more proactive.

The blockade was being transmitted live on the Holonet, news vessels and drones capturing images of the impressive fleet they gathered for their operation. Occasionally an image of Byss' own defense fleet, behind its defensive emplacements, would be shown. An GADF Starhawk had arrived on station and another smaller fleet had formed up near the Corellians.

"Polling from back home shows some levels of support for the Corellian position," another aide responded. "Not enough to send ships or troops, but we certainly have room to make a public remark in support of the blockade. Now that might change if the situation evolves into a shooting contest, but Byss doesn't have many friends and there aren't many downsides to coming out on Corellia's side."

"And antagonize the schutta in charge of that place?" another said incredulously, gesturing at the latest image of the Byss fleet. "Pelagon doesn't have anywhere near the same level of military forces to deal with that if he decided to come knocking."

There was something to that argument, certainly. Who knew how Sularen would react if other planets and sectors came out in support for the blockade? Pelagia had some aging frigates and corvettes to protect itself, but they could always acquire ships from nearby Fondor. It was a question of whether they wanted to provoke Sularen. Well, they could make some educated guesses on how that would go. Data files acquired by... agents showed a man with a larger ego than his system and a volatile temper to match it. Paranoia and delusions of grandeur were identified traits as well, and perhaps a victim's complex from his forced exiles from other nations.

All in all, an unstable figure. Maybe she would get a contract on him in the future.

"Any word on an emergency session yet?" she asked, eyes still watching the screens.

"None yet, but it's only a matter of time before the Chancellor or Vice Chancellor do something. Markets are reacting to the blockade as they do, so that will certainly attract Tithe's attention," Forella replied. "The Byss Run isn't exactly a highly traveled hyperlane to begin with, but it does form part of the Starbird Trade Spine."

She nodded, considering.

"Forella, we will issue a statement," she finally said. "Beric, keep an eye and ear on the Senate if we have to go to an emergency session. I have an idea on how this can be handled. Forella, this is what we are going to say..."

From the Office of the Senator of Pelagon

Pelagon and the worlds within the Tapani Sector this office represent understands that Corellia and Duro have legitimate grievances against the government of Byss and its current Lord-Imperator. Action should have been taken several weeks ago when the allegations came to light of extralegal activities conducted on behalf of the current Lord-Imperator within a session of the Senate, but other pressing matters drew the Senate and the armed forces of the Galactic Alliance away such as the campaign within the Stygian Caldera and actions against the violent organization known as the Brotherhood of the Maw.

This office believes that an emergency session of the Senate should be called to address the developing situation within the Beshqek system and that a negotiated and peaceful solution is possible. However, until such a settlement is reached, Pelagon will respect the current blockade. Any ship traffic from Pelagon and the Tapani Sector will be rerouted from the Starbird Trade Spine to other lesser hyperlanes within GA-aligned space and to the Corellian Trade Spine.

It is the stringent belief of the Senator that while planets within the Alliance have the ability to defend themselves and maintain planetary defense fleets that have been reported to the GADF and the Senate, they must not and cannot go against the will of the government or proliferate in secret forces that have not been identified to GADF. In the most adamant of terms, the Senator of Pelagon condemns any violent deterioration of the current situation and will endeavor to see any agitators brought to justice.​

 

[Elias Vati]

Location: Corellian Embassy on Byss
Equipment: Spacer Clothes - Blaster Pistol

A crisis was underway. People were getting anxious. One wrong move and the galaxy could have another intergalactic incident. And for the seat of power in the core, that was less than ideal. From his post in Corellia, Elias and his agents were mobilized to the Corellian Embassy to protect the site along with the civilians there. Corellian embassy guards were there as well, and the building was on lockdown. No serious action was taken yet, there was no need to evacuate the embassy staff at this moment. The blockade didn't make their situation ideal so all they could do was holdout. The Embassy put out a statement to warn any and all who weren't Corellian to remain at a distance from the Embassy or else they would open fire.

Protecting the embassy wasn't Elias' primary objective. He was here on another assignment. The embassy was a secondary objective. The SIA and Sector Rangers were on an op together. After poking around Byss, the SIA had traced an encrypted comm to Byss and they decided to invite INTERSEC for whatever the reason. SIA didn't leave them with much except that the intel they'll find will serve them well. The Ministry of Justice were always thirsty to uncover conspiracies so of course they would want to assist in this op. For now all Elias knew was that he was going to be someone else's muscle. He had the men and equipment for an op like this so might as well send him.

Elias was pacing around the embassy with his armament while embassy staff and guards were getting nervous, just waiting to go home. Elias was waiting for a sign. And when he got it, it startled him.

"Genesis" Ripley Kühn

He heard in his ear.

"Exodus"

He replied and went on his team's comm channel. "Saber 1, mission is go." Elias met up with the other 4 agents on his team for this op and they headed for their designated speeder that had their gear in the trunk. Taking the wheel of the speeder, Elias left the embassy and made his way to where the mission required him.​

 

[CETCOM]

BYSS , BESHQEK SYSTEM
Outside the Corellian Embassy...

Martial Law had been declared on Byss , but the damage was dealt. Even if Sularen had declared Martial Law on Byss instructing all Civilians to return to their homes , news of the Blockade spread across Byss quickly , and the people weren't happy nor was the Military. Surface-Marshal Gunther Torson , a native of Byss who had fought against the Eternal Empire and the High Republic was one of these people and he was the Supreme Commander of all of the Ground Forces of the BSDF. The People of Byss still had fresh memories of the previous two attacks launched against their world and for Corellia , a Planet who had been involved in the first attack on their world this was too much.

The people of Byss never appreciated the Corellian Embassy on Byss in the first place with the embassy having been established in the aftermath of the High Republic's Occupation of Byss. To them it was a reminder of the Occupation of their World and yet the Alliance portrayed such event positively. Sularen had brought a new sense of Patriotism and Imperialistic Nationalism to Byss and yet the Alliance Senate had the audacity to call him a tyrant and oppressor. While Sularen had tightened his grip over Byss , the people had no problem as the Planet was strongly loyal to Imperialism and Sularen was the type of person they wanted a strong Autocratic Ruler who could upheld Law and Order throughout the Planet.

And now Corellia was attempting to rob their Leader from them but as Sularen said , his people would not allow it and they would not allow their voices to be silenced this time. After two invasions it was time the people of Byss gathered to show their true opinions. Thus as a Column of Various types of Soldiers including Constitutional Guards , BSF Operatives and even elements of the 439th all commandeered by the Surface-Marshal appeared along the streets leading up to the Corellian Embassy crying out "Down with Corellia" or "Death to the Invaders" , waves of Civilians joined them and soon what started as a small Army of 1,000 Soldiers assembled by Torson quickly grew to over 10,000 Individuals with both Military Personnel and Civilians who had armed themselves with whatever they could find and now they were Marching towards the Corellian Embassy supported by Infantry Support Vehicles , Tanks and even Mobile Missile Launchers.

If Corellia thought they could bring their Fleet and demand their Lord-Imperator's Abdication , then the people of Byss would even the odds. They would march upon the Corellian Embassy , eliminate all opposition and take everyone inside hostage. In the eyes of Surface-Marshal Torson and those marching with him , by taking these Corellians Hostage , they would show the Alliance how the people of Byss truly felt about their Ruler and those who opposed them.

Tag | Elias Vati | Ripley Kühn
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