For Their Own Good (Galactic Empire Invasion of Fondor)

[Hazel Scheler]

Docking in hangar bay of the Starfall.

It had only taken a short trip to Quarzite and a brief jaunt through the crystal caves with the Lord Protector for the woman known as Hazel Scheler to take an interest in the Protectorate. The talks with the man lead the woman to believe that perhaps there was something a bit more centralized to be had in her life than simply footling across the spacelanes of the galaxy. This last year had seen her traversing the Wilds, leapfrogging the planets of the now defunct Sith Empire, and threading a trail from OP space to the vast Republic system. She knew no homeland like she once did, and truth be told her heart had ached for it.

A place to maybe, finally call home.

She wouldn't deny his offer to join the Protectorate to have tugged at her mostly dry-rotted heartstrings. Not only did he serve ideals similar to her own, but the very name brought back vivid memories of a time she once belonged to a different Protectorate - a long, long time ago, in what felt like a galaxy far, far away. Ivy had followed the Lord Protector back and made a silent, personal vow to invest what little was left of her resolve into helping the man reforge what had once been something grand, something great. She knew all too well what it felt like to live in the shadow of former distinction.

She knew what it felt like to watch your foundations fester and your walls crumble. Ivy would never wish it upon anyone.

So it was through the halls of the Starfall that the Merc walked, armed and battle ready with Lying Hound at her heels, until she made her way to the bridge.

When the doors hissed open her hazel eyes gleamed with the reflection of the man's lightsaber blade, catching the power for which it stood in the flecks of green and specks of gold. With the galaxy rumbling around them, violence shivering along an unseen current that one could only feel if they'd felt it before, the woman reached down to place a gloved hand atop the scaled head of the tuk'ata. She could feel the beast bristle, sense the jolt of its growl before the sound left its jowls.

"Lord Protector," the woman spoke from where she stood just before the brink of the doorway, "permission to enter the bridge."

@[member="Ayden Cater"]

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

ASSISTING THE OMEGA PROTECTORATE
Orbiting Fondor
@[member="Antares Windu"]

He was still young, but then again, so was she. She'd just seen a lot more activity recently; and taking a whole MC-90 cruiser wasn't impossible. She'd done it on Korriban.
As of late, Kiskla's been kicked with a virtuous boot and therefore their point of assistance was obvious. Wherever the defense was necessary, and since Fondor was comprised mostly of civilians, that's where she and her new Padawan would go.

Their choice to assist The Omega Protectorate stemmed from Kiskla's desire of unification. The Republic and OP were allies, and furthermore, her planet, the one she was princess to, was within Protectorate space. She'd not go down swinging. And this would not be the only attack on the OP. From conversations, it was suspected that The Fringe too would strike against the Pyre.

"We're defenders." Kiskla spoke through the private channel as her ship warmed up to jump toward the ground. "We defend the major population. Groundside." That being said, her cruiser quivered slightly before belching forward against the canopy of space and toward Fondor's ground.

 

[Amon Garrith]

Orbit, among the Imperial Fleet

ISB Lieutenant Amon Garrith stood on the Bridge of a Star Destroyer watching the vessel's Captain masterfully command his men. This recent assignment had been among the most pleasant of his entire career. The Captain had exhibited both competence and absolute loyalty to the Empire, instead of the traits his XO had reported to ISB. The XO would be punished accordingly for such a blatant integrity violation and the Captain would likely be promoted because of Amon's stellar report.

ISB training had shifted the formerly entirely opportunistic young officer. The intense torture/interrogation training combined with the equally intense combat training had nearly broken him. Amon had pushed deeper than he believed possible and made it, coming out of it as a complete man of the Empire, and someone qualified to conduct ground operations.

As he thought back over the training a small grin came over the normal mask of neutrality the Lieutenant had come to wear of late.

"Captain?" Amon said as he stood, addressing the vessel's commander with his cold tone.

"Yes Lieutenant?"

"I'm going in with one of your ground crews. I'd like a DLT for this endeavor."

The Captain nodded and sent one of his assistants over to lead Amon to the ship's armory and put him on one of the shuttles that would soon be headed toward Fondor's surface.

He'd load up with ARA-09B Light Infantry Armor and a SAM-20. What a change. Former snoody Imp now ready to pound some ground.

 

[Antares]

He said nothing and proceeded to bring his little starfighter into his Master's cruiser. Obviously through the hangar bay, and once he had safely landed, he opened up the cockpit and vaulting over the side he started to walk towards the turbolift so that he could get up to the bridge and meet his Master.

The door to the turbolift opened up and he walked out to see his Master upon the bridge and he bowed to her. "Then we will stick together." He said with the slightest hint of a grin on his face. There was quite a bit of confidence being conveyed from his force presence, but it seemed that it came naturally.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Talia]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]
FONDOR SHIPYARDS
Starport


A rough, slightly gritty voice came from her right, drawing Talia's attention. The well worn and scuffed armor spoke of a tale of a hardened warrior. The sight of a Mandalorian was not something to be surprised about; the last time she'd been within Protectorate space, the Lady Protector had forged an alliance based on mutual benefits. Of course, that interaction happened long ago. Not to mention, the open door policy in employment for any spacer, Force-Organization, or refugee desiring to start fresh with the Protectorate gave many Mandalorians options, either as a Freelancer or permanent hire.

There was a curious shift across her eyes as she gave a reply with a curt nod, "Aye," her torso turning towards the large male, his hardened features bringing no measure of alarm to the xenologist. As the capital of the Protectorate, Fondor and it's inhabitants had long prepared for invasion, since the time the Omega Pyre banner of the private military contractor stamped it's image upon the original Fondor Towers. Around her, the rush of militia orders cut the chatter, and as organized as it could ever be, passengers, travelers, and scholars like her began to be escorted to safety. It was efficient and effective. The drills and precautions had paid off.

"Some things never change," she said quietly under her breath, the faintest shade of emotion coming from it. Pride.

None the less, there were far more important matters to deal with now. Brown eyes came up to man's face, looking at him straight in the eyes. "A scientist never lurks." came her next comment, only to say next, "I take it's the same old drill?" she asked, a perfectly natural question for a scientist who'd been seemingly deployed to a distant galaxy on a long tour.

 

[Nameless Knight]

@[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Jonathan Walsh"] @[member="Lylin Osh"] @[member="Kathryn Langley"] @[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Lilicky"] @[member="Talia Al Ghul"] @[member="Sarge Potteiger"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="ARC-052 Dish"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Ivy Lasranae"]

-BEEP-
-BEEP-
-BEEP-

The sound was monotonous and didn't seem to change but after that fight on Kayri she hadn't had much left. Once they pumped her full of antibiotics and everything for the poison Knight had been sleeping. The Exarch had been critical but now after they figured out what she once. Once reverting back to her normal shape to lay there it was something far simpler to deal with. A few heavy doses, some bed rest and while she laid there in the medical area of the Leviathan and the one image of the woman from the planet she had fought. Hard to mistake the hair and eyes as she remained there but played with some of the knives a soldier or two had left. The MK I bolter she had checked out still at her side even though she couldn't fully lift it for a fight yet. That was her goal and a worthwhile one at that.

-THWACK-

The blade went into her right eyes as she laid there and drummed her fingers, the second knife coming up and running gently the pad of her finger over it she had a grin, had an enjoyable moment of pain shoot through her mid section and she looked at her arms. There were still plenty of scratches, plenty of scars where the sith poison had shown necrotic tissue. Even her shape changing had seemed to be affected by it which was not a good thing. She wasn't going to be turning into a vaapad anytime soon, which was a shame but she would gladly take the time instead of trying something like that again. She would have to be better and a smirk played on her face while the kolcta geltabs as the healing juice gave her that little pick me up she needed and pinching the knife it flew loose.

-THWACK-

The second knife dug into the image as Knight sat up in the bed letting the covers fall away. The bandages tightly wrapped around her skin as her legs swung over and Knight stretched them. Getting some pops and cracks but more importantly she felt the small chill of the sterile room before stepping on the floor and getting a shiver up her spine. Standing on her tip toes while she walked and stood there taking the sight in from the mirror. There was so many things she wanted to do while rolling her shoulders and grabbing a robe when the sound of a klaxon came, Knight moved quickly while she went towards the bridge and the captain looked at her. His face showing some concern for the woman but the crew knew she was willing to fight for them.

"Exarch Knight urgent message from the Lord Protector. Fondor is coming under attack."

Knight paled a little at the thought of it and she turned to look at him. Her face showing some surprise at the thought while she moved to the captains chair with a sigh. "We have to head back, gather as many ships in the sector and send the word. All Protectorate ships are to mobilize within the Thyferra's system are to fill up, soldiers, supplies and ammo. We leave in one hour and I want as many shield ships as we can get prepared to fortify the Leviathan, I want Belsar's and Malleus prepared. Get a Sentinel ready and contact the Command ship of Walsh. Get him involved and scramble as many http://starwarsrp.net/topic/2487-inimica-class-heavy-gunship/]Inimica's[/url] as we can get our hands on. I want the Atrisian's hurting from this fight."

A looked graced her face for a moment as knight thought about what they could do and then let out a breath before sitting in the chair properly. "Everybody move and get to work." The crew scrambled relying the orders and her finger tapped on the chairs arm for a moment in thought of everything happening. There were worse things that could happen now but more importantly as the time ticked away and she dressed in robes taking her sabers. The sight of the sector forces, of the ones she had command of coming in was a welcome treat. A cool wash of water over her face to wipe away the fatigue from being in bed for weeks and now she was ready looking at the others. "Make it so." Then she watched it as Inimica's jumped first, a large squadron of them, then the fleet and finally the hulking beast of a ship came to bare with her fingers pointing forward.

"Engage."

 

[Onrai]

She was shrouded. For all intents and purposes, undetectable. Her appearance altered thanks to her natural Vinithi abilities, Circe sported light brown hair, well tanned skin, and brown eyes, her face different as she responded to the hail of the Yuuzhan Vong overlord. Though Force-users were traditionally hunted and killed by Vong, she had managed to form an unsteady alliance with the Supreme Overlord, intending to assist him in carving the Omega Protectorate's homeworld up.

Smiling, she moved through the bridge of the Vong ship, looking over the fleet at her disposal. "Ah... The Yuuzhan Vong invading a major galactic planet. To assist the Atrisians no less - but they're the lesser evil here, after all. WHO'S READY TO HELP MAKE THE OMEGA PROTECTORATE BURN?" A chorus of cheers exited the crew's mouths as the ships moved towards the shipyard. "Dredge," she send an encrypted message to the leader of the Vong. "we'll need to use Grutchin torpedoes against the shipyards themselves. Firejelly torpedoes and magma missiles will provide anti-starfighter defense, as will our smaller ships. The larger Yaret-Kor can be used to decimate the Republic warships."

@[member="High Prophet Dredge"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

Rexus looked over to Break and waved, he was in his full knights armor today. But break would know him a mile away, "Well I may be old but at least I can fight." Rexus chuckled and looked over to stardust "It's good to see you my student. I'm glad you could make it." He gave her a smile under his helmet and got ready for what was to come, they would destroy whatever came their way though break was never sure about taking on master's of the force. He would just have to wait to see if his las two students would show up before they left @[member="Break"] @[member="stardust"]

 

[Ayden Cater]

Onboard the Starfall
In High Orbit over Fondor
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
@[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
@[member="Talia Al Ghul"]
@[member="ARC-052 Dish"]
@[member="Ivy Lasranae"]


The bridge of the Starfall was filled with activity and movement, yet there was hardly any wasted sound. Orders were relayed with the utmost precision and silence was given free reign. Each barrel of the Starfall's massive batteries targeted an Atrisian ship while the smaller anti-starfighter guns targeted any small craft that dared come close. Every ship in the assembled Protectorate fleet had the same attack pattern. Massive Belsar-class carriers were held in the back, alongside frail Shield-class ships, leaving the heavy hitting for the heavier hitters like the Nonnah-class and Malleus-class. Dotting formations along the wall of Protectorate defenses were Solo-class command ships, equal in profile to the Starfall, though lacking the original's power.

Each ship fought with tactics derived from the many early victories of the Protectorate, and from lessons learned the hard way. Shields stuttered amongst the weaponless cruisers, protecting their armed cousins from return salvos. No Protectorate fighters or bombers made a move to engage the enemy, content to wait back as the first round of the fight continued. Smaller missiles were fired in numbers while turbolaser fire lanced through space in staccato bursts. Each blow was calculated and precise. Hit and return to cover. Minimize return damage while testing the enemy's defenses.

Then, all at once, Ayden's mind seemed to fog. At first, he wasn't even away that it was slipping til he caught sight of a missile detonating against the underside of one of the umbrella shields that sheltered the fleet. In a moment of sudden clarity, Ayden realized what he was feeling. Someone was attempting to use Battle Meditation against them! He cursed himself mentally, not considering the possibility of such an act. Even with the Atrisian's horrendous policies regarding Force Users, he should have expected something like this. There had been a time he had had the skill to counter such a move. Now, unpracticed as he was, Ayden struggled to protect the crew of his bridge against its debilitating effects.

Before he could worry too much though, he felt another shift. It was subtle, one that many would surely miss. It wasn't exactly that the intangible pressure had vanished entirely. He could still feel it in the farthest reaches of his mind, detected only though his own familiarity with the skill. Rather, it was now clashing against an equal and opposite force. Cohesion and focus returned to the bridge without anyone else noticing the effects that had transpired. Ayden did not have to wait long before he received the answer to his unspoken question. However, its answer raised even more questions.

There was a not-so-inconsequential part of him that feared this was a trap. It had been only weeks past that there had been blows between their two states. However, Ayden understood the treacherous precipice the Protectorate forces stood on without her aid. Pushing his own misgivings aside, Ayden nodded and responded over the channel, "You have my gratitude, Yun-Harla." He could say little more before a com rang from his pocket. Without even touching it, Ayden knew who it was. There was only a single soul in the galaxy who knew this particular frequency. With a grin, he plucked the com unit from his jacket and spoke with noted amusement. "I appreciate the help, Master Jedi. Our forces in space will continue to hold the bulk of their attention. If you would, I could really use your help keeping the capital secure."

It had not escaped Ayden's notice that a decidedly alien ship had joined the ranks. Its shape was not unknown to him, and his surprise that it joined formation amongst the Atrisians was significant. His surprise was due more to the fact that the Atrisians apparently did not mind the alien vessel more than anything. Noting its trajectory for the shipyards, Ayden turned to his helm officer. "Take us around our fleet's edge. The second we're within range, I was all available batteries to target that alien ship. Stutter fire. Overwhelm it and show them the costly mistake of breaking away like that. Coordinate our attack pattern with the Republic forces in the area. Have them cover us as we go in."

The bridge door opened up, briefly taking Ayden's attention before he registered who it was. "Ah, Commander. Permission granted." The rank was still unofficial, as there hadn't been any time to formalize her duties. However, it felt right to address her as such. He smiled confidently even as the bridge was occasionally splashed with pale red and green light. "I assume you're settled in and not just enjoying the sights?" A brief chuckle carried its way past his throat before he could stop it. His face grew serious again though as he looked out at the battle raging. "This is certainly not what I had hoped to show you when you took up my offer to join us."

And as the ships moved, a faint feeling touched the edge of his mind and slipped away, causing the Corellian momentary pause before he returned his attention to the fight.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

why wouldnt i make it i git to finally see my master in action not to mention learn in the process"stardust looked at her helmet "ok rexus what channel "stardust said then looked at break, she remembered him from somewhere but where hmm she would figure that out later

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Protectorate Ally
Orbit to Prex Tower
@[member="Ayden Cater"]

Sarge maneuvered his interceptor at max speed through the chaos of the massive fleet battle that was growing steadily larger as more and more forces joined the ranks. Frankly, he finally understood what the Battle of Coruscant must have been like back during the Clone Wars. An endless tide of metal and blaster, suspended precariously in the void above a planet.

Weaving through the incoming fire from both sides, he shifted all power from the shields to the engines, running them well into the red to make it to the surface as quickly as possible. Near-misses threatened to send him off course more than once as flak batteries buffeted his craft.

Skimming along the surface of a Protectorate frigate, he finally cleared the cusp of battle and reactivated his shields while letting the engines come back from the precipice of overheating.

Already he was being targeted by Protectorate ground-based fighters and batteries and it was only through his knowledge of security codes that he made it through the atmosphere in one piece and without a squadron of angry mynocks at his tail. Passing through the atmosphere, he leveled off just above ground level.

Already on the horizon he could spy the old Omega Tower, now newly refurbished with a brand new hat. Or at least, he presumed as much.

Probably wasn't any different than he remembered.

"This is Jedi Knight Preacher, requesting permission to land." He'd already sent the code through, but this was a formality.

"Permission granted, upper levels."

Arranged around the outside of the Tower were a number of heavily guarded landing pads; the Clockwork Rebellion had proven a need for multiple escape routes from the upper level. This would also serve to protect his fighter, however.

With landing gear lowering, he settled the ship down to find a squad of Pyre soldiers walking out to greet him - anti-air batteries craned skyward, expecting trouble. Popping the canopy, he climbed out, his astromech chirping loudly in protest to being left behind. "Let's get inside. The longer we wait the more a risk we are."

Nodding, the squad lead him back inside. Time to protect the tower.

 

[Break]

Break walked casually to @[member="Rexus Drath"] and @[member="stardust"] his droid Butler following closely behind. Break was sporting his arm canon again. "I've been working on that...haha..." he laughed as he stood next to stardust. "Nice seeing you again stardust." Break turned to his droid "You two like my new toy?" He said looking back at the two.

 

[Corvo Anattolius]

Every once in awhile a captain had to do paperwork, if that paperwork happened to be a renewal form for running a privateer then you had to do it at the capital. Corvo'd slid the completed stack of forms back under the gilded divide and let the smiling brunet tack them from him. Though if he'd known she would take the chance to push her fingers through his when she did he'd have been a lot faster in taking his hand back. That was just too flirtatious. "Is there anything else i can help you with sir?" She asked with a slight bounce to her chest. Ugh.
Ugh. "This will be fine," he slid a twenty cred tip through the gap after the papers and turned to go when the lobby music dinged and changed to the tired tones of the Lord Protector. An invasion, now those payed well, very well if you won. Of course you had to be alive at the end of it to collect... Well he'd survived the last one he had been in, he could survive this one, and he wouldn't be on the ground this time either. Red coat flapping behind behind him, the Echani mercenary sprinted for the landing pad servicing this area of the city. He'd get to his Viper and get up into the air, there he'd see what this Empire had and then he'd kill it.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust nodded to @[member="Break"] "good to see you again as well im guessing youve been good

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Protectorate Ally​

Entering orbit moving to support shipyards​

The lights of hyperspace slipped around the Astral Horizon as it moved with it's support fleet towards Fondor, following closely behind @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] ship, the Zabrak was damned if he let her go fight alone. Besides he owed Ayden one, perhaps even the Protectorate despite their recent bad history. "Captain, let the Protectorate know we are coming, I'm sure their sirens are already going off, and I'd rather not have the Lord Protector thinking he's got two fronts to handle."

They'd arrive a few minutes into the battle, but such was the cost of bringing a fleet, it took a few minutes to move another fleet into it's defense pattern, and get the mass of men and durasteel moving. The military forces of the Fringe were on a high though coming off successful ventures, and a strong defense of their own territory. A strong byword of discipline among the Horizon's crew and even her fleet had been started by Lussk, and Sargon had continued it under his own leadership. He'd always been more of a Legion man, but he'd grown quite accustomed to the Navy as time wore on.

An alarm went on throughout the fleet as they hit two minutes to their destination, hopefully the Protectorate was taking them at their word, or this could be a messy moment in galactic history. As the lights of hyperspace faded, the battle erupted in front of them like one of those overly large budgeted holofilms. "I need a sitrep, now."

Closing his eyes the Zabrak extended his awareness as his bridge officers ran down the information, some which they'd already started putting together from the information coming from Yun-Harla. He needed to gain the Protectorate's trust and almost immediately he saw a way to do that. Walking up to the communication center the Zabrak hit a single button as the bridge of every ship in the fleet went silent, "All ships, move to defend the Fondor shipyards, formation Delta, concentrate fire on the Starfall's target, bring that Vong ship down."

As the Bakura sector defense fleet moved in against the Vong ship to join the Starfall, Sargon keyed in to the Starfall to @[member="Ayden Cater"], ::Morning, Lord Protector, I was taking a stroll through the galaxy, and thought I'd stop by. Don't suppose you'd like a little concentrated firepower on your target?::

 

[Break]

"Incredibly so!" He said excitedly his young age showing through even his vocabulary. Break turned back to his friends. "So is this everyone?" His tone not changing from its confidant sound. The last. Time he was in a fight alongside @[member="Rexus Drath"] he learned the emotion named fear, But along with that he discovered courage. This would be a different fight. He looked the same...but something inside had changed. He was not the same kid he was before. He was stronger, and he could feel it. His energy he was putting out might even be felt by his friends. (Or so he hoped!) "Use my comm channel. It's personal and protected."

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer gave a nod to the Lord Protector, her radar started to blip as she smirked slightly seeing that Sargon had arrived just a few steps behind her. The man was quite the body guard; Ashin had picked the perfect person to keep tabs on the Mrs. Spencer quickly routed her course to the Astral Horizon, of course the ship had entered combat so it was going to be quite the bumpy ride. Spencer quickly buckled her seatbelt and took controls back from the ship. Flipping a few more switches she followed course towards the hanger of the battleship. Landing easily, the Peregrine dropped its cloak and she was quickly escorted from the small ship.

The woman moved quickly, she knew the ship like the back of her hand – though she didn’t know it as well as she knew the Chimera of course. Removing her gloves she handed them to the soldier that followed her, quickly she noticed the boy was very similar to a recently departed soldier. Biting her lower lip she quickly knew who the boy was. It was Bobby Parker, the younger brother of Bob. Sighing softly she knew the fire in the boy’s eye when she saw him at the funeral. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him.

“Thank you, Bobby”

The boy nearly dropped the woman’s gloves and nodded quickly giving the woman the salute folding his hand behind his back and the other over his heart. He was elated that the woman, the Yun-Harla knew his name. Turning her attention towards the door that slid open she removed her robe and gave it to the boy that would stand guard at her door. Looking at him once more she took in a deep breath and spoke quietly to him.

“I need you to day Bobby, the Fringe needs you. Guard me with your life – anything happens please let me know – we will make it out alive I promise you”

“Yes Yun-Harla, my family is grateful for the tremendous support of the Admiral and the rest of the Fringe leaders.”

“We’re a family Bobby.”

With that Spencer left the outside world and found herself kneeling on the meditation mat, before settling in too far, she contacted Sargon.

“Please keep this a nice steady ride Sargon”

Smirking, she closed her eyes and focused on the Force. Numerous times she had entered this state, the Battle Meditation was an art, a specialty that not many could perform. With this, she was able to see the strands of the force that connected everyone together. There was always a connection even if the individual couldn’t’ control the Force. The invisible entity was what bound everyone to the world, the entity helped motivated and move its individuals in the galaxy. These were the strands and connections that Spencer focused on. Her aura expanded flowing out from inside of her and connected to the nearest strands, they bound and quickly flowed through the Force and into the minds of those that fought for the Protectorate.

Defend the home world, succeed, and save. There was no fear in the hearts of the Protectorate soldiers, she focused fueling them with visions of victory, lighting up the right path to save them to keep them in control. The deeper she delved into the minds and connections; she found Je’gan’s influence quite quickly attempting to cause doubt and confusion. Quickly, through these connections she announced her presence.

That’s not nice Je’gan – two can play this game

With that, her influence flowed towards the Galactic Empire’s men and women; she like Je’gan (who was focused on the Protectorate soldiers) began to fill their hearts with doubt and confusion. She attempted to plant the seed to corrupt to ask the question:

Why are we here? Why are we attacking the Protectorate? Am I going to die? Is my life going to help the Galactic Empire? Will I be…remembered? Do I matter?​

In her mind the plane that everyone resided on lit up with several colors, showing different alignments of the force and the different influence each individual held, she continued to bind her aura and influence to those around her and still attack and bring down the other side.

@[member="Sargon Vynea"] @[member="Ayden Cater"] @[member='Je'gan Olra'en]

 

[Jonathan Walsh]

Space The Final Frontier(aka orbiting Fondor)
@[member="Ayden Cater"]
Grand Admiral Jonathan Walsh smirked, standing aboard the Dauntless. It was his command vessel since Valen, and had served him well. He patched in all fleets
"Today is a important day, We are defending our capital from fools, but fools are still dangerous, this will be a bloody fight. I will not say otherwise. I have served with all of you, I know you all serve with honor and commitment. So let us show the galaxy that the Omega Protectorate does not stand for this. Let us show them the tenacity and the strength of our navy. Let us show them that we are not going to take this lying down, let us make them regret this, let us make it hurt. Let them know that we will not forgive this trangression. We will send their ships running and when they run we will chase and hunt them down and show them exactly who they decided to tango with. We will start this war today, knowing it will be bloody and most likely long. But we will show them our might and ensure they don't forget this day, the day we set the precedent for the rest of the war! We will make them run and not stop chasing them, for we will show them who the cowards are."
He scrambled all fighters and began to prep for coordination with the Starfall. Standing in his second bridge, looking over the displays and the feeds from the fleet.
Dauntless:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Solo-Class Star Destroyer
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Nike:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Belsar-class Command Carrier
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Terrible:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Malleus-classStar Destroyer
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Firing

Magnificent:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Malleus-class Star Destroyer
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Firing


Manticore's Gift:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Incus-class Escort Carrier
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Glorious :
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Incus-class Escort Carrier
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors


Bellerophon:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Relentless-class Assault Frigate
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

Achilles:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Relentless-class Assault Frigate
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

Ajax:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Relentless-class Assault Frigate
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL:

Courageous :
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Nebulon B7
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Furious:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Nebulon B7
FIRING: First Command vessal in range
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Launch All fighters and interceptors

Agni:
SHIP TYPE/CLASS: Sentinel-class Cruiser
FIRING: No one yet
SHIELDS:100%
HULL: 100%
SPECIAL: Casting Fake ship images to enemy sensors. and preparing counter measures

All attacking First Command vessal in range
Total Fighter Numbers:
160 OS-G1 Fighters
72 OS-I1 Interceptors
12 Ranger Interceptors
[SIZE=11pt]72 OS-B1 Bombers[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]24 Avengers-class bombers[/SIZE]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Jerrick was dashing down the ships corridors, nearly knocking over people trying to reach the rest me the Czars. "Damn imperial design, its like swoop racing in here!" He cursed to himself out loud. He was the first of his brothers, and sister, perfect in almost every way, but he didn't feel perfect.

Finally reaching the room, Martin was already in. "Zero Seven! Sorry I was running all over this ship trying to figure out where we were meeting." He stopped, and took a deep breath. Already strapped in his armor, he was a small tank. "Have you seen Zealot? They said my sniper was missing." He asked him.

Jerrick was their shortest, but fastest Czar. He. Only two of his brothers well, and another was just a shell of a man to him. A dead man. Maybe that's why he was irritated lately. He was itching to get this over with.
@Martin CZ Mk2 007

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust smiled at @[member="Break"] and set her own internal comm to his"ok break did i git it right