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Hypori Hit and Run [Imperial Remnant T2 Dominion of Hypori and Excarga]

Keyan Mastigar

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When the Imperial Remnant wanted another star system in their clutches, they would do what was necessary to have it. And that was exactly what they set out to do when their sights were set on the massive foundry world of Hypori. A joint task force divulged of Rear Admiral Gromm Cardan and High Moff Aut-X would set out to invade and capture the planet. Reconnaissance had shown that a massive automated droid fleet and army was defending the world and its inhabitants.

The Praetor Mark IV-class Star Battlecruiser Torturer arrived over Hypori to find over a hundred old CIS cruisers and frigates orbiting the planet, beginning to move towards the interloping fleet that consisted of the Torturer and several other star destroyer of many types as well as dozens of smaller ships. Rear Admiral Cardan gave a smirk, the Imperial Navy had temporarily increased his command for this invasion.

It was time to give them hell.

Objective - Capture Hypori: Break through the droid blockade of Hypori with the help of High Moff Aut-X and Rear Admiral Gromm Cardan's forces. Once done, Imperial ground troops will land and a strike force composed of the Empire's best will be inserted with a high-priority astromech droid with the codes that when inserted in the main datacore of the droid foundries will turn them over on to the side of the Imperial Remnant!

OOC NOTE: Imperial and Enemy fleets are locked, everybody is welcome to come into this thread but you are not allowed to bring any ships except your personal one.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Lora Onone"] | [member="Aut-X"] | [member="Darth Malakai"] | @Imperial Remnant | @Anyone Else
 

Decimus

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On the opposite side of Hypori, another fleet began to arrive from hyperspace. Aut-X had brought his own armada into the fray, a mixture of various former CIS vessels now repainted with Imperial livery. They were about to eliminate their former brothers in arms, the last remnants of the failed attempt at recreating the original CIS, a stain on the name of the Separatist Alliance that the High Moff had once served during the Clone Wars. Yet Aut-X would do so gladly. He had entreated them to join his ranks many times, but the officers still loyal to [member="Werah Unon"] had refused him.

Aboard his chosen flagship, the Providence-class Dreadnaught aptly named ''Resurgence'', Aut-X coordinated his fleet with that of Rear Admiral Cardan. They were both positioned at either flank of the blockade, and began to trap them in a dangerous pincer manoeuvre. Swarms of Vulture and Tri-Droids poured out from the hangar bays of his amassed task force, surging forth to engage those of the opposing fleet. ''Rear Admiral Cardan, this is High Moff Aut-X. Task Force Grievous is in position. We are deploying our droid fighters to engage theirs while our ships keep the enemy contained. Begin your attack whenever your ready.''

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Lora Onone"]
[member="Darth Malakai"]
[member="Gromm Cardan"]
 
Desmond C'artyom and his squadron of elite fighter pilots, paced about the hangar. Desmond always got antsy before a big battle and this was no different. His palms shook slightly and he kept wondering if today would be the day he died. The enemy fleet was over a hundred strong. That wasn't even counting the enemies own fighter squadrons. It truly mattered little to Desmond. His entire squadron were clones of he himself. All equipped with fully automated cybernetic implants. His subconscious was uploaded into each and every one of them. They were all Des essentially. So, even should he die today he'd still live on in a sense. He would give his men a speech, but he had an eerie sense they already knew what he was going to say... So, with a simple nod he and his squad raced to their respective fighters. Desmond climbed the Tie wing and entered his cockpit. He flipped several switches activating the main power, auxiliary systems, and finally the powerful twin ion engines. The craft came to life with a loud screeching err that Desmond had grown so accustomed too. He checked to see if his squadron was set for flight and saw that they were. Their mission parameters were clear. Punch a whole through enemy lines for ground forces to break through. Simple enough, but not so easily done. Still they were ready. All that was left was the green light from command...

[member="Aut-X"]
[member="Gromm Cardan"]
 
Lucien stood before his platoon. A mix of droid commandos and the Imperials very own storm commandos. They were all well rested and already geared for combat. Decked in the olive green plastoid armor that signified them as the elite corps they were a menacing sight. Usually prepped for sabotage and subterfuge today would be a little different. Rather then the norm today they were to escort a small droid that supposedly held the key to shutting this place down. Lucien paced up and down the lines of his troops and they all stood at attention ready for the briefing that was to come.

"Alors Garcons," He said in the strange language native to his home world "Today will be a little different. Today," He paused as a small astromech droid wheeled its way to sit right next to his leg. "Today we will be performing a milk run. Protecting the precious juggs like they were your sisters virginity," He patted the astromech droid atop it's bulbous dome "This is our milk and we will be taking it straight into the gaping maw de l'enfer, so that the devil may drink upon it himself," He smiled now "But the milk is sour and the Demon is unawares," A few in the platoon laughed at this and Lucien's smile grew "Any questions? Non? Then let us load up!"

And with that the platoon, followed by the astromech droid, loaded into the Lambda class troop carrier. The space was cramped, the seats uncomfortable and the safety harnesses looked more likely to snap necks then protect. Lucien merely shrugged, he had been in worse positions. It would all be in the hands of the fly boys untill they hit planet side. So, no sense worrying about it. Lucien thought. C'est la vie!
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
[member="Lucien Galtier"] Ξ [member="Desmond C'artyom"] Ξ [member="Aut-X"] Ξ [member="Gromm Cardan"]

The vehicular drops ships dropped through the atmosphere carrying two arachnid-at walkers and four yoma artillery instilations. Although her troops already had orders to assault the city of Crátra by force. Their commands would come from penumbra unit and her. Sanya however had a different objective to her troops. She was to lead the imperial knights to a droid factory. Infiltrate the structure and shut it down by any means possible. They did have a problem however... It was under the city and it's size couldn't be confirmed, nor it's defended, nor how many active units enhabited the inside. [member="Cicero Tiro"] was present somewhere aboard the vessel. She'd not been officially introduced to any of the members just that she was to lead this sect due to her experiences. "Commander Carlton. I want you to set up a command post once we get into the city. From images on our decent buildings seem to surround to locations on it's far side. I'm going to take a guess both these locations are factories. You will drive the unit up to secure the one on the right. The imperial kinights and my guard will go through to the left."

"Do we know how many numbers we are talking down there?" The woman asked as she looked up from the table. "Hundreds, thousands. It's to difficult to say. We will have the artillery and potential orbital strikes once the main fleet has broken through." "So we are running blind. Would be the first time." The woman would laugh pushing away from the tabel. "I will go make preparations." Sanya would nod to the commander and leave to do the same herself. "Cicero tiro. Please make your way to the vehicle bay. Cicero tiro to the vehicle bay. Grand masters orders." The intercom would voice through the dark ship with red lights illuminating it and low dimmed lights trailing across the floor and ceiling of the corridors of the ship. Sanya stood waiting in her robes with the Hood up. The dark colour made her hard to see but her robes made her stand out as all the other were in armor. When she saw the man in the room she approached him. "Ceciro?" She said his name sounding more like a question as she spoke it. "You have been briefed with the others right?"


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Cicero stood nearby a viewport watching the clouds, and anti aircraft fire flash by. Occasionally the shields would flare up and the vessel would shake violently as an enemy round scored a hit. While others around Cicero seemed to stumble in their step Cicero remained absolutely still. Simply watching. Waiting. He was after all quiet mad and the thought of certain death did nothing to scare him. Soon he would be let out to play with the rest of the pack. His only regret being he would have to share in the kill. Regardless it mattered little for today he would relish in the glorious crucible of combat. Cicero thought gleefully about this and little else. For the mad man had a deranged way of thinking. He believed with every kill he became stronger. Every thing he brought to death's cold clutches would serve him in the afterlife. What made him think this? The cold rasping voice of Tulak Horde. Cicero believed the spirit possesed his very being and in so doing proved the Sith lord had indeed ascended to god hood. So, as the voice Cicero had deemed as Tulak Horde whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He merely sat, listened and waited.

Then a voice over the intercom announced he was needed in the vehicle bay. Cicero snapped out of his deranged state and jauntily made his way towards the section he was needed. He smilled largely and notticed little the worms that scurried past him. Those that did not step out of his merry step found themselves knocked over by his gleeful shove. His path was one filled with curses and not to mention many expletives. But, Cicero only heard the voice of Horde. He entered the bay and found a particularly unruly cat woman waiting for him. She spoke his name and he cocked his head curiously at her. Who else would come to her if not he? He merely giggled at this and nodded. "Oh yes my lady. I have been briefed! Briefed... Chiefed... Heheh..." he'd trail off and his attention would once again fade. As if he were in a entirely different realm.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
 
Sitting on the bridge of Grutt’s Remnant, Viru glared out at the planet below. Around his head orbited three solid balls of duranium. Orbiting such objects around himself had become commonplace for Viru ever since he had discovered his special abilities and been forced to use them to fight off a Sith who seemingly wanted his head. Viru still remembered the attack on his home, how the Darth Erebos had stormed in destroying the multi-million credit home as though it were a cheap toy one could find at a bazaar. The fear that those moments were to be his last, that he would never achieve his full potential. The anger that everything he had worked for could’ve possibly been stolen from him. Those emotions were ever present in Viru’s mind, and those were what had given him the strength to survive the engagement. Merely survive, as while he had collapsed what was left of the home on the Sith it hadn’t been enough to kill them. Viru knew that one day the Sith would return for him and he’d need allies for when that day came.

Some could say that his joining the Imperial Remnant was simply him using them for their resources and to put a wall of protection between him and the Sith but that was all wrong. No, Viru saw something else with the Remnant, a chance at power, greatness, to forge a name for himself. While there were other galactic powers out there how many would truly accept Viru after what he and his associate had done? The ship Viru traveled in was filled with the abominations that were the creations of him and Grudge. Mutated creatures who’s dna had been created at his and Grudge’s hands. It was they who created the abominations, who would ever hire one who did such a thing? The answer was simple, no one.

The mutants were simpleminded but they knew how to both use weapons and fight. For this mission that was all they needed. Over a hundred of the creatures littered the cargo hold of Grutt’s Remnant Sadly, the vessel didn’t have drop pods sufficient to drop off such a large number of troops. So the vessel would be making a run straight for the planet and pass the enemies fleet… However, they’d need a clear shot before that. The vessel wasn’t manufactured to enter fleet engagements, it was made for delivering cargo, and that’s what Viru planned to do. Deliver over a hundred angry, hungry, and violent mutants onto the battlefield. Shame the transport wouldn’t be returning from this venture. “Sir we are nearing Hypori.” The navigator called back to Viru who simply continued to stare forward his eyes unblinking.

“Hold… Let the Imperials soften the enemy fleet before we try to reach the planet. This ship isn’t made for combat nor do I think it can withstand the power of multiple turbolasers. At least I’m not willing to risk it.” Sitting back in the seat Viru pondered what the Remnants true goal was. To reestablish a true empire? One that would do honor to the Galactic Empire of old? To simply gain power for powers sake? Or was there some far more insidious goal? Either way Viru was along for the ride at this point.

[member="Gromm Cardan"] [member="Cicero Tiro"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Aut-X"]
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
[member="Viru Lentus"] Ξ [member="Cicero Tiro"] Ξ [member="Lucien Galtier"] Ξ [member="Desmond C'artyom"] Ξ [member="Aut-X"] Ξ [member="Gromm Cardan"]

She sighed under her breath. When the imperial remenet offered this position she didn't expect to be leading loonies. "Right mount. This will be a quick drop and go for the ships so we need to be ready." She said speaking over the noise the soldiers and machines made. "Once we drop we'll be advancing first to clear out a suitable area for the command post. My troops will clear around the area." As she spoke sanya walked towards one of the walkers and climbed up into it's back. Inside were twelve people dressed differently to the rest here. All twelve weilded a saber, vibro sword and E-11 rifle's. No doubt better trained that the crazed lunatic. Although she was running off first impressions that could change.

The ships came close to the ground with the large bay doors opening below the walker. As they did the tow cabel would lower them down so for before they cut. With a heavy thud that shuddered throughout. Immediately the walkers and troops had entered battle. The sounds of guns been fired became the most prominent sound. The back door to the would would open up once more to the sight of the artillery been dropped. "MOVE OUT!" She barked the order. Sanya been the first out felt the shot of a blaster wizz by her. Her sabers would ignight orange as she turned around looking at the red blaster fire coming from the distance. The city had no walls so the only cover the droids had were buildings. "All deployed artillery focus fire on buildings." The guns raised up as they shot a consistent beam reducing several buildings to rubble in a matter of moments
 

Keyan Mastigar

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"Understood, Moff Aut-X; I calculate that we will break a hole sizeable enough in the blockade to land within the hour." Rear Admiral Cardan reported as the 52nd System Force came into range of the Confederacy fleet and red and green turbolaser blasts were exchanged between the two sides. Hundreds of TIE/LN fighters, TIE/IN interceptors, and TIE/sa bombers met with equally numerous Vulture droids and droid Tri-fighters in-between the massive fleets.

A Conqueror-class Star Destroyer (Happily supplied by Director Caalgen for the invasion) moved forward and fired its proton beam, splitting a Munificent Star Frigate in two with a single reactor ignition blast. The firepower of a Praetor Mark IV-class Star Battlecruiser was put to the test by effortlessly exchanging fire with several droid frigates at once.

[member="Aut-X"]
 
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[member="Cicero Tiro"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"]

"Hurry up and wait" was a universal mantra across any form of military operation, be it simple ground pounding or special ops. Jack's hand clutched and unclutched around his lightsaber as he tried to find his center in this hustling and bustling place. It was difficult, if not entirely impossible, to find peace when one is given over to the Dark Side. Yet, there were certain practices that his previous master, Darth Erebos, had taught him to at least "ride the waves" with confidence.

He was waiting for the moment in which the strike shuttle would disembark and he, along with others, would make their way down to the foundry to conquer the day. He hated space ships and the gravitational force associated with them in atmosphere. It made him feel as though his fate was out of his hands and that he could be deleted at a moment's notice without ever knowing why.

Another one, dark in the Force, joined Jack's surroundings and he mused to himself if that was a sign that things were about to get started.
 
Jastor sat among other colonel and general officers, waiting aboard one of the three Acclamator-Class assault ships that were intended for the invasion. The highest ranking officers among the 8th Army Corps, along with the temporarily attached officers of the 31st Special Operations Division, were aboard this vessel being briefed of the strategy to be taken. A large blue tinted map of the planet of Hypori illuminated before them. Jastor listened carefully, but not attentively, prior to departing Imperial Remnant space, all relevant officers had been informed of the basic strategy via holo-message. Things were done efficiently and orderly, they weren't going to leave the operations command without an offensive plan that had been prepared for some months.

Finally, General Frey concluded the brief, letting the Imperial and droid commanders return to their units for landing. Husk was happy to leave, he had to give his own briefing and pass the torch of knowledge down the chain of command. The whole process was tiring, but over two decades of service for varying governments had accustomed Jastor to the bore that came with being a military officer. He was just glad to have landed a combat position, a definite improvement from engineering command. A little excitement now and then was all the big man asked. Although how long Jastor would last in a combat zone, even protected by hundreds of stormtroopers, was highly debatable. When he returned to the senior officer quarters of the 73rd Regiment, the four battalion and his executive major stood and saluted Lieutenant Colonel Husk.

Jastor returned the gesture and took a hologram projector off his belt, placing it on the tiny 1x1 dining table. Without so much as a word, he switched the hologram on to reveal a map of what appeared to be an empty landscape, save a few compounds placed in an intricate style across this barren desert. After a deep breath, Husk began his partially prepared brief to his subordinates, "Upon landing at coordinates Alpha-Alpha-Six, our regiment will be cooperating with the 93rd in engaging, here." Jastor pointed at one of the northernmost complexes on the map, "We will be heading on foot for over twenty kilometers and engaging hostile forces at the foundry, as long as we are not flanked by the east or west droid forces. From there we are to push through the defending force, some thirty thousand odd droids, and get our heavy walker in range." Satisfied, Jastor crossed his arms over his gargantuan stomach, "That's the fundamentals, any questions?" His executive officer, Major Oak, spoke inquisitively, "Are we going to have any diversity in the 93rd's battalions?" Jastor nodded, "They have a speeder cavalry battalion, but no artillery units. Bringing it to a grand sum of six infantry, one armored, and one speeder battalion, no special companies." One of the older majors mumbled loudly, "Outnumbered 8:1 and we don't have any artillery support, doesn't sound like good odds to me." Jastor agreed, "That is true, but those are our orders, and we will hit ground in minutes. Move out to your respective companies, and prepare for unloading the equipment, we have a strict schedule to keep."
 
So, it has begun… Leaning forward in his seat transfixed by the battle taking place above the planet Hypori, Viru looked like a child who’d just found a good holodrama. His eyes didn’t wish to tear away as he watched the Remnants Star Destroyers tear into the frigates of the Confederacy. Each move, every shot fired, it was all a giant game of chess. Looking from the outside at the battle Viru could better see the movements of each side and in the corner of his vision there was a large explosion. Head turning Viru saw the expanding fire engulf Starfighters and everything else which had been around the vessel. Not only that the Remnant had officially moved to engage as one of the Star Cruisers combated six other Confederacy ships.

“This is our chance! Full power to the engines.” Viru commanded and in response those on the bridge kicked into gear. There were no questions, those who worked for Viru knew better. He and Grudge hadn’t been the kindest employers. Viru still remembered the scientist Grudge had choked through the force for simply being a minute or two late. Viru was no better as he’d cut down officers and soldiers alike for simply speaking out of turn. Should that be how a leader acts? Well not if one brought ethics into the picture, but those who worked for Viru were well paid, that easily counteracted the dangers of the jobs.

Flying though the opening created by the Imperial Remnant, Viru winced as a turbolaser hit the shields of the transport freighter causing it to shake violently. Klaxons blared as the lights on the bridge went dark and the room flashed red. “Sir damage to our engines.”

“Its fine, we don’t need them, this was meant to be a one-way trip anyways. Shift power to thrusters and fire on my mark.” Strapping himself in Viru felt the slight jolt of atmospheric entry and before him the viewscreen darkened to protect the eyes of the crew from the effects of reentry. Even then the bright fire that coated the front of the vessel assaulted Viru’s vision.

“Thirty seconds till landfall.” The navigations officer called back to Viru his fear mounting, and like a young child feeding on their mother Viru grabbed onto the fear drinking it into himself. He let that newfound strength and energy steel himself as he gave the next command.

“Mark!” On his command the thrusters fired in reverse, severely slowing the freighters fall through the atmosphere. Crashing to the ground and skidding an extra hundred meters the ship came to a creaking stop and the cargo bay opened.

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
Slipping his gauntlet over his hand Malakai glanced around, curious as to why he had not yet heard anything from the Empire. The novice Inquisitor stared up at the morning sky, watching as darkness fled and made way for the light of the morning sun. He tucked his braids into the back of his collar before slipping his helmet on over his head.

He had been on this Force Forsaken planet for nearly a week, gathering all of the information he could and preparing for the invasion that was to come. He had secured the information to several key sites on the planet, many of which would be sacked in the initial strike. However for that to happen first the armada had to actually show up! Where the hell are they? He mused as his eyes continued to scan the lightened horizon. Moments later Malakai could see the few flashing lights that seemed akin to a light show. A smirk came over Malakai's covered mouth before he turned back to the make shift camp he had been using for the past few days.

Mounting up on his 74-Z speeder bike he finally activated his comm device, which had been disconnected since he arrived on the world. Running his hands over the console of the speeder Malakai brought it's systems to life, only to quickly have his attention grabbed by the image of a starship bursting through the lower atmosphere of the planet. He watched as the freighter fired it's reverse engines, allowing it's impact to be far less than it was fated for. Malakai smirked at the display before revving his speeder and quickly speeding off, away from the crashed ship. He had his own goals on the planet, and he planned to see them fulfilled.

His speeder zoomed over the rocky terrain that Hypori forced him to negotiate. As he moved over the surface his hand tapped the small terminal implanted in the center of the speeder's primary console. It came to life, displaying a holomap only inches away from the Inquisitor's face. The map had one purple beacon on it, nearly sixty kilometers away. Normally that distance would take some time to cover, but lucky for Malakai there was little to no real terrain between him and his target. Meaning he could be there in under ten minutes.

[member="Viru Lentus"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Sanya Val Swift"]
 
Husk had managed to persuade his way to the bridge as the first assault squadron began its blockade run. The three Acclamator-Class Assault ships, containing over 75,000 soldiers, were preparing to charge the temporary breach in the droid fleet's defensive line. As the Praetor-IV Class Battlecruiser took out its fourth frigate, the assault ships charged at flank speed. Close behind followed three dozen TIE fighters as they provided cover for the preliminary assault fleet. The three ships barreled through at the slowly shrinking hole. A crash was heard as they were hit by a barrage of enemy turbolasers, but they scrapped through. As the assault ships passed, so did a few other smaller vessels, but most importantly, the TIEs broke off from the assault ships, and began engaging the encroaching vulture droids. Dogfights broke out, but the assault ships made it through the planet mesosphere just alright. One of the bridge crew abandoned their station and opened the intercom, "Landing commencing in four minutes, repeat, landing commencing in four minutes." That was Jastor's sign to leave the bridge, he now had other matters to deal with.
 
Cicero boarded the Lambda class landing shuttle and took a seat near another no face knight. The confines were cramped, with men sitting shoulder to shoulder. But, cicero did not mind. As the recruit next to him blathered on about how he had never killed anybody before Cicero merely tuned him out. Cicero was quite adept in the skill of selective hearing. The pilot buzzed the intercom and Cicero listened intently.

Static then “We are exiting the vessel. Prepare for a hot landing,” More static then the shuttle lurched forward and Cicero’s stomach did a somersault “We will be landing at vector Bravo Delta. Air support will be a- Blast! Watch your six!” A nearby explosion shook Cicero’s shuttle and the recruit next to him screamed like a ninny. This time when the pilot spoke his voice shook a little “Air support will be at a minimal,” Cicero filtered it all out this time. He needed to meditate with his master. So, Cicero entered the confines of his mind and went back to that fateful day.

And so it was that he found himself on the rocky world of Korriban once more. The ever present whisper of Tulak called to him. The rich red iron dirt blew relentlessly about his feet and great monuments to Sith long past stood everywhere. Large pillars carved with ancient Sith ruins stood like guards and Cicero walked to one to feel its rough surface. He made his way to the ancient tomb that was his master’s. The decrepit stone door gave in with a small push from the force. The halls were dark and bones lined his path. Webs had taken up residence everywhere. As he made his way deeper into the tomb the whispers grew more intense. But, just as the day dream started it ended.

The shuttle was spinning. Everyone was screaming. Red lights blinked on and off in the now darkened room. The man next to Cicero threw up. The shuttle tore in half. Men went sprawling out into the powerful wind that tore at their harnesses. Cicero began to laugh. Out of all the ways to die this seemed most preposterous. That he was to be promised so much only to have it taken away so easily. Then the shuttle hit the earth and necks broke from the force of it. The Shuttle skid another dozen meters or so until finally screeching to a halt. It was this moment that Cicero blacked out.
 

Decimus

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Aut-X had commenced his assault on the enemy fleet, his massive task-force unleashing constant volleys of turbolaser fire into the rebel CIS ships while his fighter and bomber squadrons harassed them, aiding Rear Admiral Cardan's efforts in the process. His personal command ship had already gotten straight into the action, unleashing a destructive broadside from his vessel's port side upon a rebel Munificent that had attempted to pass by and escape, crippling it within three to four volleys. A swarm of B2-SBD droids quickly flew out of the Resurgence's hangar bay, soaring towards the crippled frigate before entering the vessel through breaches in it's hull made by the large Providence-class Dreadnaught's firepower, securing entry points for their next wave of reinforcements while they fended off rival battle droids. Aut-X wished to keep the destruction of the enemy fleet to a minimum, preferring to disable and board the enemy ships. After all, if their plan succeeded, these vessels would soon be under his direct control once the assigned astromech on the surface had delivered the codes.

From the holocommunicator on the bridge of his ship, the High Moff contacted Colonel Husk to relay important information. ''Colonel, my forces are fully organized and ready to begin their landing on the surface as soon as you've cleared them a landing zone. They should help to even the odds. Just ensure they are given adequate protection while making their descent....''

[member="Jastor Husk"]
[member="Varren Kesk"]
[member="Viru Lentus"]
[member="Jack Mirrikh"]
[member="Gromm Cardan"]
[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
[member="Lucien Galtier"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
 

Sanya Val Lerium

Neutral, Queen of Her people, Neko
[member="Cicero Tiro"] Ξ [member="Viru Lentus"]

A enemy heavy weapon had fired from the distance hitting the shuttle overhead. Flames engulfed it as it came falling and splitting apart. She'd not be able to stop it but she could slow it down. She gripped the force around it crushing the open hole shut while pulling to slow. She managed to guide it down then let go as it slide across the ground kicking up dirt in it's path. It had stopped when it reached the rubble of the recently destroyed buildings. If they had survived that then they where lucky. The initial shock of the shot would have killed a few soldiers. As for penumbra unit they were already on the ground. "ADVANCE!" the legs of the walker stomped as it began to move. As for Sanya and her guard they was moving up to secure the crashed shuttle.

As she charged her sword would be drawn from the sheath and the saber sheild would activate. It was the spare she had that wasn't inside her armor. The blaster fire would ricochet from off the shield and robes. As they charged penumbra unit and the walkers laid down covering fire for her guard trailing shortly behind. As they reached the shuttle they'd all take cover behind It. "Cut it open." She ordered. Two guards would ignight their sabers giving off a white blade. They thrusted it into the side carving a hole but it would take a minute or two to get through the Hull.
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
In the horizon Malakai could see the outline of a plateau. The Inquisitor smirked underneath his helmet before activating the comm system in the side of his helmet. Several units were currently in the process of landing down on Hypori, but he decided to contact the nearest one.

"Commander [member="Viru Lentus"]. This is Inquisitor Kesk, If you're not too busy I think I have a nice target for you. About twenty miles to your west is a droid starport. It's minimally guarded and shouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. The only thing is it's protected by a shield generator. I'm on my way to the Shield Generator's control hub now. Get your men to the airfield and I'll knock down the shields for you, Kesk out." Malakai deactivated his comm device as he slowed his speeder back down to a halt. He sat in front of the plateau, taking a look at the area that surrounding him. To the naked eye all one could see was rock and dust, but he knew there was bit more to this area than what it seemed.

Dismounting from his bike the man walked towards the mass of rock and dirt. "I know my intelligence isn't wrong....where is it?" He questioned while running his hand along the rocky surface of the plateau. Malakai paused when the rocky surface suddenly gave way underneath his touch, allowing his hand to somehow phase completely through. A holoemitter? He mused before setting his other hand on the holographic stone surface. As the first did his second hand slid through the visual trick with no trouble. Malakai glanced over his shoulder, wary of a trap, as he stepped inside the holographic field.

A quick flicker of light erupted from the hologram as he stepped through it. Once through Malakai stared down a metallic hall, obviously carved into the side of this structure. His hand reached to his back, pulling his lightsaber from it's place as he slowly advanced down the hall.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"] [member="Cicero Tiro"] [member="Jastor Husk"]
 
Cicero was once more in the tomb. Cold air blew throughout the bowls of the once grand temple and the Sithling shivered. As he went deeper ancient fog clung to the ground and the dead became no more then bones. Cicero lit his light saber, so that he may see. He passed another pair of stone doors. What came next was a rand hall larger than most palaces. A single shaft of light descended to the center of the room and there lay a old stone coffin. Cicero approached it and as he did so the whispers became almost unbearable. So sickeningly sweet was the power they promised. He felt the dark side like gold covered in greasy oil roll over his skin. He approached the sarcophagous and wrenched it open. Within lie dust and one small cube. Cicero reached for it...

The Sithling awoke to the sound of a lightsaber cutting a whole within his downed vessel. It illuminated his confines revealing all aboard aside from his self to be dead. The screaming coward who had sat next to him head was on backwards and Cicero smiled at this. Finally the whole was large enough for Cicero see to the outside world and he was disappointed when all he saw was the woman who had introduced herself as Sanya. She was after all the reason he had taken a separate shuttle. While strong in the force Cicero sensed no darkness lurking in her and this displeased Tulak. Still he exited the downed craft and made a small bow to her "Cicero thanks you for saving him," and without pausing to hear her reply he withdrew his silver saber and entered the fray.

[member="Sanya Val Swift"]
 
Jastor boarded his regiments PX-4 mobile command center as the Acclamator-Class assault ship set down next to its two escorts of identical makeup. The large hangar doors opened to allow thousands of stormtroopers dashing out of the hangar bays to secure the area. Whilst those battalions secured the ships for the oncoming droid armies, Jastor's own regiment steamed out of their ship, bolstered by the 93rd Regiment, they began their long march to the northern foundry.

Inside the PX-4, Lieutenant Colonel Husk, and his Executive Officer Major Oak, were met by the 93rd's CO, Lieutenant Colonel Y'staark, and his XO. After a small exchange of salutes, Husk began the conversation, "Colonel Y'staark, it is a pleasure to be working with you on this operation." Y'staark did not crack a smile, but nodded his head slightly, "As it is with you Colonel Husk, and your executive officer." Oak pipped, "Thank you sir-" Husk interrupted her, "We have a four hour journey ahead of us, I say we start dining preparations as the rest of our troops unload and begin the march?" Y'staark sighed, "Always have food on your mind, don't you Husk." The stalky, thin, colonel shook his head slightly, "Things haven't changed since last we met, has it?" Jastor brushed off the insult, "Indeed they haven't, Narik."
 

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