RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
DEEP IN THE TRANSISTORY MISTS
DARK TEMPLAR ORDER FLEET
She'd escaped thoug barely with her life after the strike against Yavin. Abaord what was now the new fleet they were at it again, this time gathered a holotank discussing their next strike against the Sith. She'd beenkept abreast of the situation with the Alliances collapse. Sadly she was not strong enough to save them at that time.
But now they'd licked their wounds and refitted. They'd mourned their dead and were ready for round two. With a fresh line of funding, from secret donors and a brand new fleet, complete with a custom design for her Flagship, they were ready.
She gripped the edge of the holotank and studied the maps, dark brows furrowed. She remembered Mirial and every battle between. The horrendous cost the Sith had heaped upon the Jedi.
Herr message still was broadcasting on the Underground Airwaves and across the Crypnet.
She was still urging those that wanted to fight with gloves off to come and join them. Some had and others were on the fence.
Her Chief Advisor Talon Horn spoke to the assembly of Dark Templar Commanders, armored up int their gleaming power armor suits that whined as the servos kept their balance for them.
"The next strike should be a hit and run. The Alliance is done, which is a major detriment, but it also gives us a significantly larger power base. We've absorbed some fo the deserting crews, and picked up quite a sizable arsenal from recovering their armorys contents."
"Most of them threw in with ORC, but the remaining are in hiding. We need the more disgruntled of the bunch. We need Pilots especially."
"So shall we ask then?"
She swiped left, observing the border territories of the newly formed Rebellion.
"Yes Get [member="Coren Starchaser"] on the line please."
Talon's aide tapped a few keys and she leaned in keying up other freqs to hail other leaders. [member="Jorus Merrill"], [member="Lady Kay"], [member="Veiere Arenais"] among others....
Perhaps they'd join and perhaps not.
They still kept on.
"Right here."
Talon leaned in to view the map better.
"Xerton Ninc, Rimmee Border. We can make another pass at their relay stations."
"Gravity well ships is what did us in last time."
"This time we'll engage from farther away. If they bring a bigger fleet, we turn and run till we can jump. Interdictors have a range, and there's plenty of border to hit. We keep lighting fires faster than they can out them out. Weaken them, grind them down. They're so tied up with the Rebellion near Gree it'll be difficult for them to keep fielding larger fleets. I'm guessing they'll use their smaller reactionary ones."
"I'll draw up orders then."
"Do that."