Implementation of Order [Imperial Remnant]

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Aboard the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem

There was a beep at the door and Mason reached over to press the release, opening it. A Lieutenant stepped in, Cranson if he remembered the man's name correctly.

"Sir, we're about ten minutes from reversion at Crina. The Captain wanted me to let you know."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Would you please see to it that the Emperor is also made aware? He will want to know as well."

"Yes, sir."

The man left, leaving Mason to his work in preparation for their arrival. After his ship had been taken over by enemy forces, he'd been forced to abandon it for the lesser vessel he rode in now. The Emperor hadn't been too happy to be cramped into the Captain's cabin on such a small ship, but that was life. It wouldn't be for long, regardless. Temporary quarters were sometimes a necessary evil.

Before him was a status report on the world they were en route to. Intelligence said it was wrought with an internal conflict. A rebel group had risen up against the rightful rulers of the world, feeling that they were being oppressed or some such nonsense. They thought they deserved better, so instead of keeping the world at peace they resorted to violence and created strife for everyone. It was this kind of crap that the Empire stood to put down. Order was necessary.

The enemy forces were weak, even by comparison to the older model ships left in his small force. He couldn't even call it a fleet anymore as they didn't have any true command vessels. It was more of a battle group than anything else. Regardless, it would be more than a match for the ships they'd be up against when they arrived.

Rising, he straightened his uniform and walked from his quarters and up to the bridge. The Emperor was already seated in the captain's chair so he moved down a level out of deference to their illustrious leader. A salute was offered to the man once he'd taken his position, and a respectful bow of the head returned by the Emperor. The man was young, and though he had military intelligence, the Emperor was of the blood line and hadn't really taken to military training as much as his political grooming. No matter, though. That's what Mason was for.

"Five minutes to reversion, Admiral."

"Very good. Upon reversion all ships should raise shield and charge weapons. I want us prepared. This world will be the new Imperial Capital. Let's show them why."

 

[Jax Malric]

Jax walked through the star destroyer, heading to his ship. His men were already there, loaded and ready for invasion. These rebels were to be put down with force, and the Imperials would be the ones to do it. If not for justice, they did it for themselves. A new capital. They needed one, and these rebels gave them a reason to occupy this planet. Stepping aboard his ship, he walked into the cockpit. It wasn't a huge ship, but it was large for a dropship. He smiled slightly as he donned his helmet, readying himself for a fight. He was a general, but not one that would command from the back. To gain trust and loyalty from your troops, you had to be there in the trenches with them. And so he was...
[member="Mason Deschart"]

 

[Zac Grayson]

The day had finally arrived, conquest was slowly beginning and soon war, but first a small sect of rebels needed to be taught a lesson. Lanax Blood or Lord Blood as his noble name was his preferred name, was meditating on this war to prepare his mind. Soon the first move would be made in this chess game and a small smile formed on Lord Blood's face under his breathing mask. He stood and picked up his single red lightsaber and put it in his belt. He left his quarters and made his way down the hall to the bridge. This ship was not to Blood's liking as he sought power and this was far from it. The sounds of his metal boots filled the hall as the giant of a man entered the bridge. Upon entering he nodded as a small bow to the admiral and then reported to the Emperor and bowed to one knee, "The Imperial Knights are at your command, my lord." The Empiror motioned of Lord Blood to stand. He did so and stood in his spot as the ship made it's way for their destination. He turned to look at a bridge control person. "Com link to [member="Serco Savar"] and tell him to report to the bridge immediately." Lord Blood returned his attention to the stars, but spoke to both the Emperor and Admiral in his deep voice yah sounded even darker by the mask he used to breath. "Communication state that the rebels will try to assassinate the Royal Family. If you wish it the Knights can stomp out this coup and any other rebels we come in contact with." There was an almost smile in Lord Blood's voice at the thought of killing once again. Since joining the Imperials he hadn't fought anyone which was making him very impatient.

[member="Mason Deschart"]

 

[Marcus O'Brien]

Aboard the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem

The bridge was abuzz with life. Marcus sat in his chair on a raised platform than the stations from which Officers tended to the ship. The table before him was fashioned in that of a large circle, seated were fellow Moffs of the Imperial Remnant. Cunning, the only word to describe the General and Moff, Marcus O'Brien. It was a strange name, for an even stranger man. He was born on Corellia, but said to have had parents from Terra, an isolated planet in the Unknown Region with little to no information on the world at all. He knew what forces he had, and how they would be deployed but wished to convene first before making any final decisions. Marcus leaned forward, thumbing a transceiver, "Admiral Deschart, may I request your presence?" The name rolled off his tongue with a hiss before ending the transmission.


@[member="Mason Deschart"]

 

[Sala'dine]

This was a more interesting prospect and things were happening now. Gathering and movements, she had never felt at home with the Fringe with all the force users and aliens. These were the ones she understood and the once grand admiral tapped her chin while she stood there for a moment in the shuttle. Arriving from her small transport and brushing off her uniform strode forward with a glare at the remains of her judges. The stormtrooper legion that had marched on the Harvesters, fought the Republic and moved against the sith when the Imperium came about. now their remaining forces were here and at the ready.

 

[Serco Savar]

Serco sat in his room in a position in was most often in sitting on his heels meditating and practicing levitating whatever was available when his comm went off requesting him to report to the bridge.

Serco was still very new to being on ships so it took him a minute to get there. When he arrived he looked around at those gathered with a slight bow of his head.

"I take it we are close to our destination?"


[member="Lanax Blood"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

On Crina, within the command room of the Royal Palace

Everything had gone awry. Alva Calvarona looked at the reports of the rebels' assault and nearly ground her teeth in anger. They dared to push so far, so hard, to make the Royal Family relent and accept the aid of outsiders, to off their world in exchange for restoring peace and order. The Royal Family would lose so much authority by presenting Crina as the new Imperial Capital, their claims would only hold local power over the world's infrastructure in aiding Imperial Rule as compared to the absolute power before. There would be no overturning the tide that had suddenly gone in the rebels favor though, not in the ways Alva had dreamt of, not without the Imperial Remnant's interference and support.

She would not become another Queen Crina as from history.

Still, there was always something, always a way. The Royal Family was going to have some influence still, she could enter the Imperial ranks, she could use her position as second princess and use her resources to climb the ladder. If a moff position ever opened for Crina, perhaps she could still grab hold of her aspirations once more, and gain much favor and glory with and for the Empire as well? The rebel army clashed along the edges of Stefania though they had not breached the walls yet, while Rebel and Royalist fleets engaged in both low orbit above the armies and high orbit vying for position over the world in strife. The Imperials would join the fray, tip the tide, and crush the rebels before they truly gained any ground.

Prepared to offer support however she might, whether she ought to head into the fray or enact command of the Royalist fleet, to begin her merge into the Imperial Order, Alva opened up the frequency to the Imperial Admiral [member="Mason Deschart"] the Royal Family had been using to orchestrate their aid. "Admiral this is Alva Calvarona. I am currently in the Palace Command and was wishing to offer whatever form of support you desire. What is you require Lord Admiral? I am not aware how much of myself you are aware of from previous communications, but I can join the battle myself or organize the Crinan Royal Forces anyway you desire."

 

[Agatha Nestor]

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Southern Georgeta Plains
1100 Hours
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"Hard ta' believe it's da' same village, eh lads?" Spoke a scruffy looking man in a booming voice within a small apartment, it's bleak and dreary walls cracked, and blown open by artillery shells. The man sat comfortably on the ledge of a, now half destroyed window, peeking his head past the frame and staring at the roads down below. Engineers were already hard at work, doing their utmost to quickly repair the bombed out craters that were once roads and streets, seeming to resort to using plain wooden boards where possible in order to finish the job faster. Rank and file grunts appeared to be carrying supplies and armament into several buildings down the street, alongside radio equipment and rolled up maps. "No doubt to be set up as a forward HQ", the bearded man thought to himself. Down the street, towards the center of the city, the military police seems to have already arrived on the scene, directing the remaining civilians either towards refugee camps, or escorting them out of the area so that the others may work in peace. "Couple days ago, dis' place looked like it's been deserted fo' years!"

"Couple of days ago, we were crawling through the damn sewers!" Came the indignant response of a burly man as he turned to face his superior, sitting around a large cushion with two others on the floor, folding the cards within his hands onto his lap, covering them with both hands. "Oh please, you were literally rolling around in the freaking drek, that's how happy you were to be in there!" Came the quick response from one of his colleagues on the floor, sporting a toothy grin to his friend as he threw a rolled up cigarette onto the cushion, landing on top of several others. "I can still hear you now, squealing like a little girl and spraying yourself with the damn thing after escaping the search party." The smaller man proceeded to make exaggerated hand gestures and speak in a shrill and obnoxious voice, poking fun at his colleague and eliciting some chuckles from the group. "Alright, enough horsing around." The third man from the group, skinny and frail in his appearance, spoke up, throwing several cigarettes onto the pile. "I'm playing to get some smokes for the road, not be reminded about how Remus here tongued the excrement filled barrel of his rifle. Show your cards Felix."

"Go choke on it Julius." The burly man said in an endearing tone, grabbing his crotch and making rude gestures at his colleague, placing his cards face up onto his side of the cushion after Felix. Julius himself followed suit afterwards, a large grin plastered on his lips as he threw the cards on the floor and slowly pulled the mount of cigarettes to himself. Shortly after the stupefaction of the two other men ended, wild allegations of cheating and rigging the cards were thrown around, as the man named Julius took it all in stride with exaggerated motions of cleaning off his shoulder. "Yer' playin' 'gainst a gambler ye' twats! What did ye' expect, free handouts?" The man on the ledge said amidst the cries of foul play, chuckling to himself. His enjoyment got cut off short as a sharp beep resonated through the room, the merriness of the group dying in a heartbeat as they all turned to look at the bearded men it came from. With a resigned sigh, Alexander fished around his pockets and took out a small receptor, a message propping up on the screen ordering him to present himself to the town center for relocation towards the northeast.

"I'll take it it's not good news Chief?" Remus finally spoke up, a single shake of the head from Alexander confirming the groups worries. "We're moving up, towards Arcadia. HQ seems ta be hellbent on keeping da momentum going." Silently packing up their belongings, they quickly left the room and headed towards the town center, as Julius desperately tried to fit as many cigarettes into a small, tin container as he could without tearing any of them apart. His cries for help and / or patience were met with a resounding no from the other two players.

 

[Hamish McNair]

Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem
Hangar A-1

Soft rhythmic thudding emanated from combat boots as they marched across the durasteel hangar floor. Hamish's pace was quick and precise, refined from over ten years of military experience. He was kitted out in full battle rattle, enclosed helmet and all. A menacing blaster rifle was ported across his chest, which itself was covered in bandoleers full of spare ammunition and grenades. The captain was a sight to behold, the perfect picture of professional soldier.

A slight smirk adorned his face, called into existence by the nostalgic emotions currently pumping through Ham's body. He'd been off the grid for a few months, working odd jobs and doing shady deeds for the criminal underground. Finally, there was a cause he could rally behind, putting his military expertise to work and fulfilling his destiny as a career soldier. This, evidently, had put the man in a happy mood.

He boarded a combat dropship, one of many in the hangar, and seated himself. Soon, they'd be groundside, protecting royals and conquering Crina in the name of the Empire.

 

[Iram Arkada]

Location: The Anguish
(OOC: Anyone may spawn here, as the other ship is getting crowded)

Iram Arkada stood in the bridge of his Victory II class Star Destroyer which was en route to the planet. Next to his ship was that of [member="Mason Deschart"] which carried the Emperor and various others. He walked to the giant transparisteel window and gazed out upon the stars, eventually this galaxy would be the Empire's once more. But to get the ball rolling, they had to have a starting point. Crina. A planet being torn by war was the perfect place for the Imperials to start. And so they would...

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

Aboard the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Requiem
Entering Crina space

"One minute to reversion."

Mason nodded and then turned his head in the direction of the Moff. Always one to pick the worst times to want to meet, Moff O'brien was trying to summon him over with less than a minute until they entered a battlefield with forces much less substantial than he would have wished. Still, they were the Empire and they would see to it that Crina did not fall to a rebellion, and that the new Empire had a place with which to begin anew. And he'd start of by largely brushing the General off because he simply didn't have time to play games with the man.

"General, I'm about to very busy, and as much as I would like to sit and discuss the plan with you, we all know it could use some more fine tuning, there just isn't the time. I trust you will be busy as soon as we get your men on the ground anyway."

"Five..."

It was time.

"Four..."

He turned towards the forward viewscreen.

"Three..."

Fingers tightened into fists behind his back.

"Two..."

A grin crossed his face.

"One..."

The whiteness outside reverted into pinpricks of light displaying a massive battlefield before him, full of antiquated and dirty looking vessels that looked as if they should be more floating wreckage rather than fighting in space. He wouldn't want to be in command of them.

"All ships shields up and weapons hot. Our contact on the ground should be pinging our friend or foe to mark friendly vessels from enemy ones."

Mason turned towards the ship's captain.

"All ahead full, launch all fighters."

"Aye, sir."

He turned back to the Moff.

"Get your men loaded, General. Have your pilots take you around to the planet under the cover of the friendly forces in the sky."

"Sir, communication from the planet. Princess Calvarona, sir. She's requesting orders."

Good, she was already willing to listen. That spoke well of what would happen here. He stepped off the platform and walked over to the communications officer and leaned down to tap the comms so he wasn't yelling across the bridge at her. Besides, it was quite noisy as it was.

"Princess Calvarona, you are to stay put. Boots will be on the ground shortly. Organize for a counter-attack."

That done, he looked back to the viewport and then spoke to the communications officer again.

"Have Corvette's Fenris and Dwyer provide support for the dropships as they take our troops down to the planet. I don't want a single ship lost. All fighters are to fly escort for them as well."

"Yes, sir."

Then he turned to look at the current leader of the diminished Imperial Knights, sizing him up before he turned to the Emperor.

"Royal detail?"

The Emperor nodded his agreement.

"Knight Blood, take your few men and defend the palace at all costs. No member of the Royal family of Crina is to be lost."

And finally the IFF was picking things up and enemy vessels were being displayed versus friendly ones. A particularly nasty looking cruiser class was looming before them, beating on some of the friendly units that it outsized. It didn't outsize the Requiem, however, and the Requiem had a sister with her. This should be easy enough.

"Focus fire on that cruiser. Tear it apart."

The ship rocked as it opened fire. The might of the Empire would rain upon this little world, and soon this Rebellion would be no more.

[member="Jax Malric"] [member="Lanax Blood"] [member="Marcus O'Brien"] [member="Sala'dine"] [member="Serco Savar"] [member="Alva Calvarona"] [member="Alexander Nester"] [member="Hamish McNair"] [member="Iram Arkada"]

 

[Alpha]

[member="Mason Deschart"] [member="Iram Arkada"] [member="Hamish McNair"] [member="Alexander Nester"] [member="Sala'dine"] [member="Jax Malric"]


On board an imperial dropship heading for the planet, delta squad had only fought smaller scaled skirmishes before,Alpha was accepting the fact that many of his long time comrades may die. His helmet was off, the bulky, massive, and muscular soldier of the empire , stood in front of his men, his team of brothers.The armored storm trooper had one thing to say, "Many of you know that their will be a lot of casualties today, we have all served together for two years! Not once have we faltered in trying to revive our mighty empire that has meant so much to us, you boys are my brothers." . Many of the storm troopers in delta were silent, and listening with respect, the NCO paused before speaking again, " It's going to be a rocky road to face, and I can only ask you to do one thing, when we get down there fight not only for the empire, but your comrades next to you. Now strap your gear up, and lets show these pansies whos the boss! " . Bombardments were becoming more intense in the large dropship, but even as the ship rocked back and forth, a loud cheer could be heard from all the men, " FOR THE EMPIRE!" . With this, Hoffman polished his heavy repeater, wiped his helmet clean of dirt, and attached his rucksack on the back, this would be a tough battle.

As soon as they landed, and delta squad dismounted, the dropship exploded killing everyone but them. Glowing lines flared from the enemy entrenchments,debris out of pure luck missed them. Immediately the weapons specialist dug in, and shouted "Dig in delta! Use The wreckage as cover!" . Delta squad immediately dug in, after the order was given , and suppressed the enemy with all they could. First the had to outflank the enemy tower, raining down on them, While most of the brutes body was covered, his head could been seen, making him a fine target if things got worse. The farmer's repeater blared as the entrenchment was being suppressed, everyone in the squad picked a side to cover, most of the men were light infantry, with the exception a medic, demolition specialist, and the communication specialist, the other six were helping form a U in the enemies eyes, all firing at advancing soldiers, or entrenchments. These men may not have been elite, but the certainly had the spirit of the empire with them. Alpha was the farthest up front facing the enemy, where he should be, with his men, due to the lack of officers, he would be calling the shots. While the men could return fire, under no circumstance could they advance to their objective, protecting the princess. The radio was taking from his communication specialist " This is code name alpha, our dropship was shot down! So far my squad is cut off from the royal palace, I need air support before we can get to our objective, we are pinned down! Our current position is fifteen miles away from the palace, due east! Over." . The cover was being destroyed, if their was no response soon, delta would be crushed.

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

[member="Alpha"] [member="Mason Deschart"]

Camped out in a forest on the planet Crina, Zamza and his squad of 4 storm troopers sat preparing themselves for war. Two days earlier during all of the fighting they had been able to sneak onto the planet. Total Zamza had only been able to bring twenty soldiers with him on the mission. The past two days had been spent gathering information and transferring it back to the Imperial fleet. The rest of Zamza's squad was spread out evenly through the forest in groups of five. It was to dangerous to all travel at once, he was used to doing missions like this alone, but he knew he would need the troops. The rebels were dug in deep and had numbers that he wouldn't be able to defeat all his own. While all his troops wore their black stormtrooper armor he wore his Specter Armor and had his Songblade sheathed and resting against his back held in place by the nanomachines the armor was made of. His head was almost completely covered except for his Teru that were still out and allowed them to gather information.

Standing at the edge of the forest and looking out at the Royal Palace in the distance lost in thought. He had effectively left being enslaved by one empire to come and work willingly for another. Even being given a rank though he was sure some of the xenophobic imperials didn't like it but Zamza could care less. Traveling across the skies Zamza saw a imperial dropship trying to approaching the royal palace but stopped short in a zone that was filled with rebels. "No." Zamza whispered as he knew what was going to come next without even using his precognition. The dropship exploded debris flying high into the air and raining back down.

Zamza stood there for less then a second before he opened his coms listening for whatever chatter he could pick up. Hearing the voice of Alpha over the coms Zamza replied. "This is Captain Zamza me and my squad will get you out of there." Zamza said before switching back to the channel for his squad. "Squads two through four I want you on the edge of the forest providing covering fire. While we move forward to rescue Delta squad." Zamza knew that it would give away their position if they went to help Delta but he didn't care he wasn't about to leave them there to die. Him and his squad were close to a mile away from Delta's position to the west. "Squad move in to help them, I'll take the tower."

Zamza had always been a lone ranger, he lived and breathed warfare. He ran in a different direction then his troops and instead used the force to bolster his body and run at a incredible speed torwards the rebel encampment but as he neared he slowed down and activated the camoflauge system of his armor beginning to sneak towards the tower. The sound of heavy blaster fire could be heard all the way down at the bottom. Using the nanites in the armor to grow claws and increase his strength Zamza scaled the tower digging into its side till he reached the top where he snuck up behind the operator of the turret. Wrapping his hands around the man's neck in a choke hold Zamza got up close and person with the man letting him see the mask of Zamza's armor before he snapped his neck.

Letting the limp body go it fell to the floor with a solid thump but Zamza had already hopped on the turret and turned it on the rebels attacking the ones that tried to get near delta squad. "The calveries arrived." Zamza said over the com to Alpha letting him know he was there. "A squad of my men will be joining you soon to take you back to the forests."

 

[Zac Grayson]

Lanax smiled a little. Sure he didn't like guard duty, but he was sure he would kill by the end of the day. Lanax bowed and then turned to leave. "[member="Serco Savar"] we have our orders, grab your stuff and we make for my ship." Lanax moved out of the bridge and made way for the hanger making a call down to one of his slaves to prep the ship. The slave said they didn't know how and the one that usually prepped was not present. Lanax then informed the slave to meet him at the loading ramp. Lanax was furious by his lack of proper help. When he arrived he found a thin Twi'lek male waiting as instructed. Lanax wasted no words and used the force to lift the slave off the ground and choked him. Right before death, Lanax threw the Twi'lek into the wall with enough force to shatter his skull. "Useless alien. Take note Serco to what happens when people fail at their duties." Lanax didn't kill humans so easily, but he did not need weakness, he needed knights to serve the Emperor. Lanax boarded the ship and began to prep it for launch.

 

[Alpha]

[member="Zamza Ra'Kira"]

The soldier had heard about Zamza, it looked like air support was not needed, the ten man squad, was no longer pinned down. Elite commandos helped Alpha's men survive, it was a miracle they were saved in such a short time. The fighting continued none the less, elite commandos were giving them cover. The squad that came, were silent only the NCO knew were the men were, delta had orders from a superior officer. Regardless of race, this being had saved the farmer and his brothers, on his comm the trooper said ​" You may be a karking alien, but I owe you one, with respect sir my objective is to get to the palace, we have no commissioned officer commanding us. Let us do our part , and help you on the front lines" . The rebels were completely suppressed, the squad could make an easy advance, into the enemy bunker, destroying them from the inside out. A perfect strategy, for the battle tested troopers, the massive, bulky, and muscular farmer could be seen from the tower, his soldiers all dirty but unharmed, these men may not have as much extensive training, but they certainly would fight with valor. The ship wreck was muddy, with ash everywhere around them, with crumbling material that once served as cover, yet the men had held their ground before getting their karking buts saved.What would zamza do? Would he send them to the forest, or let them help in such a skirmish? The men would follow orders, as not only was he a superior, but he had saved their lives, from being terminated.

 

[Serco Savar]

Serco turned and followed [member="Lanax Blood"] from the bridge without a word. Defending the Royal Family from rebels trying to murder him suited him just fine and as it was he owned very little possessions since he left Ansion. All he had where the clothes on his back and the Dauntless Blade currently strapped to his right thigh.

As they walked Serco mostly ignored the conversation but could not help but feel the man's rush of annoyance or maybe it was anger. Some times Serco still had a hard time understanding the emotions of others he felt through the force. Serco shrugged it off as they got to the land ramp of the ship to the waiting Twilek. When the Sith lifted the Twilek in the air the unmistakable sensation of fear radiating off the Twilek hit Serco like a knife in the chest. Serco had to stop and close his eyes taking a few deep breaths before addressing Lanax through gritted teeth as the boarded.

"How can you expect anyone to succeed if you do not teach them how not to fail?" "You could have quite possible killed a man who one day may be the only thing between you and a violent death." "Is this how to teach your friends, your family, your allies how to serve the greater good?" "Now we are one person short in an effort to protect the Royal family." "Though he may not be a Knight he could still have held a blaster or a blade."

 

[Zac Grayson]

Lanax look at Serco, it was clear this one needed a lot of work, but he did still have a sense of good which was not something Lanax had. Questioning Lanax was not something he appreciated, but he let it slide this time which was the closest thing to mercy. "A salve would never join us in battle. A slave is a slave and when they are useless they die. I have nor need friends an family. I fight and serve the Imperials for one purpose and that is for the Emperor. If you want greater good then join the Jedi. You will do well to keep your lectures to yourself." One thing Lanax hated about Imperials and being a leader was he could just put the fear of God into this boy and let that be enough. Lanax lifted the ship and left the main ship. Lanax flew a Fury- class interceptor, but custom made. He used the force to dodge incoming fire and head for the Capital city. It was clearly a battle torn world and Lanax's last kill was satisfying so he anticipated the next one. He put the ship down in the landing area and powered down the ship. "Let's go, Acolyte." Lanax disembarked for the ship and made his way to the royal palace to find the princess and others he was to protect. He hated gaurd duty so much, but sometimes to do what you are passionate about you must do things you don't like. Lanax found the princess after going through the maze. "Hello princess, we are the Imperial Knights and will be protecting you from a possible assassination."

[member="Alva Calvarona"]
[member="Serco Savar"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Mason Deschart"]

When the communication finally came back from the Imperial forces, Alva wasn't certain whether she ought to be thankful they answered or distraught. They would surely crush the rebels with their superior might now, but it stifled her ambitions for the present. Nonetheless crushing the rebellion came first, personal ascension and glory could come after she made sure she could still have a world to rule under Royal Authority. So after the Admiral asked for IFF tags from her on the Crinan Fleet's profiles she made sure to send them to him, along with the positions of her ground forces and those of the rebels as well. "I hope you find this information invaluable Admiral, if you require anything else from us, do not hesitate to ask."

Grinning and hoping to further contribute through the command of the fleet under Royal Control, Alva was about to issue orders to the people routing information to the commanders communicators when both her family entered from the west door and [member="Lanax Blood"] and [member="Serco Savar"] appeared from the east. She honestly did not know who the strange men were but they definitely looked like outsiders, likely sent by the Imperials then with a clearance code she had given to the Admiral. And her elder sister seemed to have expected their arrival, seeing how she welcomed them and issued thanks before joining her at the center of command. "Shall I take over sister? You did say you wished to truly set the rebel heart aflame earlier."

"Well I did, but I have the greatest wish to order our loyal Crinan warships to give them a brilliant light show since they ought to be reminded of our once annual peace festivals in Stefania filled with fireworks before they die."

"Sounds like a lovely plan. I'll make things simpler for you Alva and let our people at the front of the city know how to fight back against the rebels, the Imperials appear to be handling the plains themselves." And with that said both Princesses of Crina were busied soon after, speaking to coordinators for the Crinan Royal Army and Navy, directing their forces to match the Imperial advance and put it to the most effect. The fighting just beyond Stefania's walls would increase as the Royal Army heard of the Imperial's arrival and surged with morale, pressing to chase the rebels away from the capital city as the 1st Princess, Alva's sister, commanded their movements with both efficiency and yet reckless, or maybe callous. abandon.

Meanwhile Crinan's fleets also began to swing about across the world. Some moving to counter attack following the Imperial's Victory Star Destroyers approach, others settling over Rebel positions along the plains as they rained fire down on them in quick passes before reengaging the rebel's ships. Alva Calvarona would not allow herself to be upstaged, she knew her sister was doing the same as she, to ensure a position for themselves still existed after the Imperials settled in. Alva didn't doubt that like herself the moment the tide turned and no longer required their personal touch, her sister would also try to take to the field as the fighting died down to take place in crushing the final vestiges of resistance as a definitive show.

Unless that coup really did happen to keep them within the palace.

 

[Serco Savar]

Serco gritted his teeth. While everything in him screamed to push the topic there would be a better time and place to do so. For now Serco would would just have to focus on the task at hand. When they landed Serco felt another sting as [member="Lanax Blood"] called him Acolyte a Sith's title. Bitting back a retort Serco pressed on to the Palace letting Lanax address them first as he walked around the room getting a quick layout on what the best spots were to mount a defense if the room their were in was breached. When he felt confident of the layout Serco turned a gave the Royal Family members in the room a boy remenisient of the respectfully greetings Jedi gave and spoke softly but with conviction.

"My name is Serco and I promise you no harm will come to you as long as I have a breath left in my body to fight with."

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Zamza Ra'Kira]

Hearing how the soldier [member="Alpha"] said that it didn't matter how Zamza was a alien he couldn't help but let a smile touch his lips. At least someone was already on his side. Looking out onto the field he saw the objective in the distance knowing that Delta wanted to keep pushing but Zamza didn't want to loose any more lives unnecessarily. Yes it was common for soldiers to die but it was not something he was comfortable with even till this day. Yet he still had a decision to make willing to deal with the consequences later. He was sure the higher ups would have some complaints on the way he had conducted himself. "You know what Alpha, you and Delta keep pushing forward, I'll let you keep my squad as back up. I'll cover your advance from here." Zamza said quickly switching back to the private com for him and the rest under his command. "Squad two and three I want you flanking the rebels from the west, and squad for you're on overwatch. Move out into the tall grass for concealment and protect the other two squads." Zamza commanded before turning the turret in the the rebels direction and provided covering fire for his troops. The turret unleashed round after round of blaster bolt tearing into the rebels numbers.