It's About Time

[Jairus Starvald]

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Expanse Region, Three-Besh sector.​

Validusia.​

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Every great nation possesses a navy.

In fact, a powerful and organized navy usually means more than a strong ground army, simply because in a Galaxy where you can park a few Destroyers over a world and orbital bombard positions when you achieve space superiority… well there was little an army on the ground could do against that.

The Triumvirate’s navy was just getting off the ground, but what they needed now was a rally point.

A place where they could coordinate the entire effort.
A major resupply and refitting hub for their fleets.
The Triumvirate FLEETCOM.

The first plan had been to construct something new. With the metals from the recently acquired mining worlds they could certainly forge something interesting, but their shipyards weren’t developed enough yet for high-intensity projects.

It was around that time that their agents uncovered Validusia Naval Station.

Upgraded, refitted and restored many times over the years by the factions holding it the station is truly grotesque in size. With extensive hangars, imperial-grade refitting capabilities and docking positions Validusia is everything the Triumvirate Navy could ever hope for.

One problem: the Crime Syndicate known as the ‘Weeping Skulls’ have made the naval station their home.

A rag-tagged fleet of pirates currently control the Validusia System. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but the system is close to Alliance space and the Triumvirate is not interested in causing a diplomatic incident, not even for such a prize as this.

So jumping into the system with a gargantuan fleet and brute-force their way into control is out of the question.

Instead a medium-sized task force is en-route to the system.

It is the Triumvirate’s hope that a swift surprise attack spearheaded by its most powerful heroes will be enough to break the pirate fleet, cleanse the station of the criminal scum and temporarily secure the system, to prepare Validusia for deconstruction and transportation.

Weeping Skulls Fleet:

1x Finality Supertransport, 1x Dominance Dreadnought, 2x Permanence Battleship.

A powerful fleet, but aged, poorly repaired and understaffed without a real nation backing it this fleet operates with only a fraction of its effectiveness, but it is still no joke.

Caution must be exercised.

Objectives

A) Fleeting: Scatter the Weeping Skulls Fleet.
B) Close-Quarters Combat: Aid the Sith Strike Teams in conquering the Naval Station.
C) Freestyle: Came up with an idea of your own? Let your creativity run wild.

[member="Abraxas"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Belis Verd"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Count Morcus"] | [member="Dagorn"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Orcus"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Grundark"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Juliet Varos"] | [member="Lassiter"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Nerius"] | [member="Niysha"] | [member="Romeo Sin"] | [member="Seren Ordavo"] | [member="Shae Corvani"] | [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Tyro Ventari"] | [member="Viru Lentus"]​

OOC Note: If you want to join the thread and aren't in the faction, please shoot me a PM! We will work something out.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Ameli Trahir"] | [member="Belis Verd"] | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Count Morcus"] | [member="Dagorn"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Darth Orcus"] | [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Darth Veles"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Grundark"] | [member="Haytham Kaze"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Juliet Varos"] |@ Lassiter | Matsu Xiangu | [member="Nerius"] | [member="Niysha"] | Romeo Sin | [member="Seren Ordavo"] | [member="Shae Corvani"] | [member="Siyndacha Aerin"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Tyro Ventari"] | [member="Viru Lentus"]


It was hard to think that the Triumvirate was still so small regardless of how much space they already controlled. They were just getting their fleet up and ready? When his Legate informed him of this mission, Romeo simply bowed and moved on to carry out the order, finding it easy to just move on as another man following his commanding officer's orders compared to being the commanding officer himself. He saw more action this way with the lower ranks, started to truly understand what it was they saw when they fought for someone else rather than themselves. It was...fascinating to say the least. Romeo was preparing to board the ship that would be with the rest of the team for this mission when he stopped in mid step. Taking a step to the side, he watched as others joined.

Was this what father had felt like when he was just a Knight in the Sith Empire? I feel somewhat a sense of...pride here...in myself.

Romeo's thoughts betrayed his emotions though. Whatever it was he was feeling here, it was fake. He was playing his part too well...or was this all an act? He was feeling somewhat confused within himself, opting to shake his head and move on with the rest as he focused on the task at hand.

He's dead, by my hands. Whatever his feelings were before that doesnt matter anymore.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: TBD
Allies: The Sith Triumvirate
Enemies: TBD
Location: Enroute.

"You got the explosives?"
"What do you think?"
"Just asking, I will take that as a yes."

Jita just send Deacon one of her frowns, before resettling herself in her corner of their corner of the hangar bay. It was a flurry of activity with Sith rubbing shoulders with the common soldiers, engineers, pilots and other assorted personnel of the Triumvirate.

Unique in the Galaxy really, at least the fact that none of the non-force users had been choked out and left to die in their own blood yet.

But the Triumvirate trained for discipline and order, even the highest Legate had to have a certain amount of respect for their subordinates. Oh a few choice words here and there were expected, but no stupid waste of resources by unrestraining their urges and going on a rampage, because ‘he looked at me funny’.

"Gear up, ladies." Thorne barked out when he noticed the sudden increase in movement around the troop transports.

"Aye-aye!"
"Roger, roger."
"No need to yell, I am right here."

Luca sighed, before climbing up to his feet. He locked his helmet in, attached the rifle to his back and patiently waited for his squad to get their shet together, literally and figuratively.

 

[Juliet Varos]

Objective: Convince Luca to Let Me Give Him A Makeover, TBD
Allies: [member="Luca Thorne"], The Sith Triumvirate
Enemies: This Tacky Ship
Location: Enroute

Ugh. Today, Juliet was going to have to expend actual effort. How utterly disgusting. She moved through the hangar, her lavender silk robes distinctive among all the gloomy black of the Triumvirate troops. Seriously, these guys needed to lighten up, big time. If she was in charge, she'd dress them in brighter colors, liven up this gloom-fest a bit.
But she wasn't here to critique fashion, for once. No, today, she was going to assist the Triumvirate in. . . something. She had been busy applying eyeliner during the briefing, only listening when her Master ordered her to accompany Thorne. Oh, goody! She liked messing with Thorne. He was funny when he got flustered and irritated with her, so whenever she was in his presence, she made sure to poke him with a stick, metaphorically; though she wasn't opposed to doing it literally.

She spotted the altered man getting into a dropship, and she hurried over, waving to get his attention.
"Thorne, Thorne! It's Juliet!"
She used the Force to lift herself into the dropship, as she was above such pitiful effort.
"Master told me to accompany you on whatever it is we're doing. This is going to be fun, even if you could use a bit of a wardrobe change before we went. Have you ever considered wearing burnt orange? It's in season."

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: TBD
Allies: The Sith Triumvirate
Enemies: Determined: [member="Juliet Varos"]
Location: Enroute.

So close, but still so far away.

Luca suppressed the most heavy of sighs, before settling himself down and gesturing towards the free seat next to him for her to sit in.

The others of the squad, Deacon, Thaddeus and even Jeti of all people were having a hard time hiding their big smirks behind the visors of their helmets. But the elevated heart rates and labored breathing told Luca all he needed to know about what they were currently thinking.

They knew exactly how much Thorne disliked it to play babysitter to Varos.

Should have let me execute her, my Lord.

"And what season is that, my lady Varos." Thorne threw her a bone, before signaling towards the pilot to get ready for take-off. His squad was assigned one of the most dangerous of approaches - as Vanguard they would arrive before the bulk of the fleet and breach the enemy fighter screen to puncture the station’s defenses.

It would be their immediate goal to lock down the bays of the navy station, so the bulk of the fighters inside the station couldn’t come to the aid of the pirate fleets.

"Buckle up, boys." Luca reminded everyone, but mostly indirectly Juliet. He didn’t think Carach would appreciate it if his ‘beloved’ Apprentice would find her end by getting an unhealthy dose of durasteel bulk door in her face.

 

[Juliet Varos]

Objective: Poke [member="Luca Thorne"] With A Stick
Allies: Sith Triumvirate, Lucie
Enemies: The Color Black
Location: Enroute

Juliet hurriedly took a seat next to Thorne, reaching behind her head to adjust her hair as she began to quickly speak.
"Well, Lucie, that season is the galactically recognized 'autumn colors' season. Orange, brown, deep red, these are the colors one should be wearing, not all this nasty black."
She gestured around them, a look of disgust on her face.
"For goodness sake, the inside of this ship looks like a morgue! Surely, troop morale would be affected by this? I tell you, the Triumvirate should liven up the insides of their ships. Some nice pinks or blues, and maybe some flowers to provide some comfort."
At Thorne's warning, Juliet dismissively waved at her belt, which buckled itself. She was becoming an expert at using the Force to solve minor inconveniences.
"In fact, Lucie, you should be less serious."
Her face turned grave, and her voice switched into a rather terrible imitation of Luca.
"My name is Thorne, and I hate fun. Everything should be serious all the time, and I never listen to Juliet, even though she knows fashion much better than I do."
Her face and voice returned to normal.
"It gets rather tiresome. You should try telling jokes, livening up your personality a bit. In fact, you should just smile more. Unless you have dental problems? Is that why you're always frowning?"

 

[Lassiter]

Spoiler: Well, here's a whole bunch of pointless backstory

Lassiter had once not been too unlike a dog. Feral, vicious in the light of the unknown and ever driven by a never ending lust for blood. Voices slithered around her mind whispering sweet nothings and fueled her with all the rage in the world that she’d ever need. She was an uncouth, unwashed, deranged orphan tossed out into a galaxy that wanted to tear her apart. The scars on her back was a testament to her will, the blood that she shed a prophecy of her future. Not ever was there any real doubt in her mind just exactly in what manner she would go, to her it was just the matter of when it would be and who.

Life held no meaning to her and family much less so. They were both hollow words, platitudes thrown around to give meaning to that which served none. What was a life if not a constant struggle for death, and what was family if not a mental setback? She had been given a shot at it once, but life took it away from her. She was allowed a reunion with her sister, but then life took that away from her as well. Sena had tried to be the good girl that her uncle had expected at one point, but something within her had denied him.

It wasn’t until Prakith that she found out why. When she met her future Master and her protector.

Darth Nephthys and [member="Darth Carach"], in the flesh.

Though Carach and Lassiter rarely ever met again he would still come to become an image ingrained next to her Master. When Nephthys had died and the last semblance of family had once more been ripped away from her there was little Sena could do but bitterly accept it. A long period of time when her old habits resurfaced ensued as more and more of the girl’s feral nature resurfaced until eventually she upped and left. Brought the only thing she cared for with her, stole a ship and set off for parts unknown much like many other Vahla did after the One Sith faced internal strife around the time of the Dark Lord’s death.

She still adhered to the Vahla Migrant Fleet, but she was by no means locking herself to it. As the Ember’s primary agent she had free hands. To a degree. The lessons in ‘no mindless slaughter’ still applied, no matter how much Lassiter’s mind screamed at it and wanted to tear it down.

News of the Triumvirate had spread quickly and the she wasted no time with checking out a new potential associate for her organization. The Ember was still somewhat tied to the One Sith, but with the growing Migrant Fleet there really was no saying what was next for them. Having more allies never hurt, that much was certain at least.

Her shuttle made a beeline for the hangar. Of course, last time it had done that she was bested by a despicable jedi. Here was hoping there was no repeat incident of that particular duel.

 

[Lok Xiangu]

Location: Enroute
Allies: ST
Enemies: Criminals
Objective: Bash some weeping skulls in

Today would be a good day to obtain some points from the promised soon-to-be-victims that were inhabiting the targeted space yards which the Sith Triumvirate wanted to dominate. The zealous Trandoshan had no interest in capturing a shipyard from outlaws, building ships, or doing anything what the three Triumvirs were wanting to accomplish. In short, Dagorn didn't see eye-to-eye with his allies and close associates since all Dagorn wanted to do was to kill and be blessed with Jagganath Points from the Scorekeeper and the likes of his colleagues were more interested in order and the economy. However, the reptile and the Sith organization developed a mutual relationship as the Sith could provide what he wanted in return of his services. Was it considered as a mercenary contract? Perhaps, but Dagorn was considered as a cheap one as he only wanted something to kill and some knowledge of the Force.

Not a bad deal at all.

The Trandoshan was polishing up his alchemized sword and was "smelling" the diverse odor that was instilled in the air. Just to kill time as he had to wait until the vessel landed within the Naval Station. A vile smile was on his face as he could imagine the countless people he would be slaying today.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Enroute
Allies: Sith Triumvirate and [member="Dagorn"]
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Objective: Keep an eye on a bloodthirsty Trandoshan

Tmoxin’s first assignment as Centurion for the Sith Triumvirate turned out to be one that was reminiscent of her Red Raven days as the Sergeant of Arms. She was to follow a Trandoshan bounty hunter to make sure he was killing the right Weeping Skulls, and not the Smiling Sith Operative skulls, ones that happened to be on the side of the Triumvirate helping to root out the dug-in pirates.

Triumvirate agents were embedded within the Weeping Skulls gang, and the Hapan Dark Jedi wanted to make sure the T'doshok Acolyte was fully briefed on who to kill and who to avoid executing at all costs.

It wasn’t as if the Sith Triumvirate ranks were as swollen as the One Sith, that blood-filled tick feeding upon the galaxy’s peaceful hide. No, they needed to retain their operatives as no one within their organization was disposable. It’s why the Sith-loathing Hapan had offered her services up to [member="Darth Adekos"] as a Centurion, Force trainer and ground commander – she knew these particular Sith would conduct themselves quite differently than the scorched earth strategy of the OS.

For now, she’d remain in the shadows, quietly following the reptilian hunter. Tmoxin’s Force specialty was mental coercion, so once the opportunity was right, she’d call over the Acolyte lizard and show him the dossiers of who was inside. Whether he wanted to come over or not.

 

[Gunther Creed]

Location: Aboard the Triumvirate Flagship, Enroute
Allies: The Sith Triumvirate, [member="Darth Adekos"], [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Orcus"]
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Objective: Assaulting the Space Station

"Attention!"

The war room was large in scope with a tactical war table lit up a luminescent blue, glowing blue video panels lined the walls as four distinguished High Colonels stood at attention. The entire room went dead silent as the doors shifted open and standing in the door frame was the imposing form of Major General Gunther Creed. He wore a perfectly pressed black and red lined uniform with knee high boots. Black gloves were pulled over his hands and at his hip sat a holstered blaster as well as a silver and black curved hilt lightsaber. Gunther was well known for his dominating physical presence coupled with his size, it allowed him to command a room quite easily.

"At ease gentlemen. Lets get right to it we don't have much time we will be exiting hyperspace soon." Gunther said with his typical cold demeanor as he accessed the war table, generating an image of the space station surrounded by the fleet of Weeping Skulls. They were strong ships but they were older, in disrepair, and understaffed. But still these were a deadly force to behold. This was a joint operation alongside the Triumvirate Navy to acquire FLEETCOM HQ. Gunther personally volunteered for the assignment, unlike other officers he had no qualms about the navy.

Both had a symbiotic relationship when it came to war after all. "As you all know this is a joint operation to acquire the Validusia Space Station, the naval brass has been scoping it out for months and we are providing our assistance in taking the station. The Vanguard have already exited hyperspace and are already engaging the enemy." Gunther announced as the tables tactical information changed to reflect the current battle raging. The fighter screen by the enemy would brutalize the ships that would deliver the stormtrooper soldiers to the station, the vanguard had a truly important mission.

"They're going to puncture a hole in the fighter screen and our transports will be allowed to snake through the stations defenses and get our men aboard the station. That is where we come in. Our primary objective is to cleans the station of hostiles and intelligence reports fighting is going to be tooth and nail to secure the whole station." Again by his word the map changed to focus on the station where several sections are highlighted.

"There are several important sections of the station that need to be dealt with as we move through. High Colonel Markov you will lead the operation that will take the area designated Adekos here. We need to shut down the stations defenses, our naval units won't risk firing on the station and these defenses will shred our ships." Gunther ordered, a full section of the station highlighted in bright red. The Triumvirate was trying to acquire this station for their fleet HQ, and all ships were ordered not to fire on the station and risk its damage and destruction. The first step to taking this station was disabling its key components.

"High Colonel Kluge you will lead the operation to destroy the communications array. We believe the pirates are routing all communications through this sector designated Carach, disrupting communications will disorganize and disorient the fleet. The rest of our forces will conduct operation designated Orcus: Wipe out the pirates, all of them."

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Enroute
Objective: 2

Darth Vanitas's shuttle headed towards the Naval Station.

The last time that he had been around anyone that was anything like pirates [member="Darth Orcus"] had cut off her head and shot him with the Gun of Command. Of course after that, he had seen no other choice but to serve the Herglic Sith Lord, and here he was. But that wasn't the sole reason why he was there. The One Sith killed anyone that they thought was necessary. A waste of time he knew, since there would always be people to kill. The Galactic Republic had been turned into mush long before he had even left it's ranks, many of its Jedi leaders had left its ranks to join other Jedi Organizations.

One of the many reasons why he was no longer among them.

Black Sith robes secured over his armour and assortment of weapons, Vanitas stood amongst Triumvirate Stormtroopers. Their exact number he knew not, but he assumed that they were well trained. Fingering the belt loop of his lightsabre, he waited with his eyes closed as he steadily drew closer to the Naval Station.

His exact orders?

Kill.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Aboard the Triumvirate Flagship, Enroute
Allies: The Sith Navy. [member="Gunther Creed"] | [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Objective: Investigate morale

The Admiral strode through the hallways of the Fury.

It wasn’t an original name for the flagship by any means, but it wasn’t the flagship of the Triumvirate Navy either, so it could be forgiven for its lack of originality. The Chrysalide, the Dzu’ari and the other mighty warships the Navy possessed were patrolling in the sector of space the Sith Triumvirate had annexed a few months prior.

Regrettable, but understandable.

For one, if the Alliance picked up the huge bulk of the warfleet through their space there would be questions at the best and interdiction followed by grounding at the worst.

And draining the defense forces of their strongest ships would leave Ruusan and its sectors practically undefended.

Nobody wanted that.

"Admiral Greaves, sir!"
"Walk with me, ensign."
"Yes, sir!"

Greaves accepted the datapad from the young ensign, practiced grey eyes sweeping through the information and picking up the valuable bits and pieces at once.

"Projected losses at 22%?"
"Correct, sir!"

That was far better than expected.

Steeleyes had been preparing for forty-three, but twenty-two… he could do wonders with twenty-two.

"Relay this information to Major General Creed and the military brass in the war-room, they will be pleased, I expect."

Arlen nodded at the salute, before finally finishing his trajectory in the hangar bay of the Fury. He took a few minutes here and there, speaking with a few engineers here, pilots there and soldiers around - it was important to gauge the morale of your troops before a battle. Because it gave you vital information on how hard you could push your men before the breaking-point.

And if Greaves’ estimates weren’t too far off… Creed and him would be doing a lot of pushing before the day was over.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: Survival
Allies: Vanguard Fleet, Sith Triumvirate.
Enemies: Weeping Skulls & [member="Juliet Varos"]
Location: Arrival.

This must be some form of punishment.

Why would Carach assign this witch to me?

What did I do to deserve this fate? I never believed in you, Force, but if you are actually all around us, penetrating us and all that jazz… can you please make her disappear? I will forever be in your depth and prob-

Luca’s visor shifted to catch a glimpse of the seat left to him. Nope, she was still there.

Ah, fine. I was lying anyway. Who needs you.

"War is not fun. War is not smiles, dandelions and blue hues." Thorne replied, but this time around there was an edge to his tone. His squad knew enough to subside and stay as quiet as possible, just so they wouldn’t be caught in the coming storm.

"It’s the blood of good men, the taste of rusted iron in your mouth and the execution of the opposition with no mercy or succor, regardless of the fact that they too have families, brothers and sisters, lovers and friends."

The visor turned towards her in full now.

"You want to know why I don’t smile often? Because behind me I carry the memories of every single sentient I have ever killed, their faces and screams, the blood seeping up from their mouth and the life fading away from their eyes." A snort followed. "But you are a Sith, right? You are above that. You probably bathe in the blood of young boys to keep that pretty skin of yours young and smooth."

That same visor turned away, but before silence could reign for too long the pilot - who hadn’t caught a word of that - shouted over the intercom.

“Hyperspace reversion in 30 seconds, ladies. The spearpoint of the Vanguard fleet has already paved a way for us, but we still got flak fields up our ears and fighter screens projecting deadly force. So pray to any God you might believe in right now, because you might not get a chance later."

 

[Juliet Varos]

Objective: Don’t break a nail
Allies: [member="Luca Thorne"], Triumvirate
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Location: Arrived

Juliet’s dumb smile remained in place, though her eyes changed. They lost their usual ditzy glaze, and took on their natural piercing gaze, the violet irises sharpening with a cold ruthlessness. In a sense, Juliet was dropping her charade for a brief moment.
Those piercing eyes turned their gaze to Luca, that smile still in place.
“Never reveal such secrets, dear Luca. Someone may take advantage of them.”
Her voice was cold, mocking, devoid of any sense of humor or ditzy joy. For a moment.
And after that moment, her eyes glazed over once more and she slipped back into the familiar persona as the pilot made their announcement over the intercom.
“Though I am glad to hear you noticed how smooth my skin is. I put quite a bit of work into it, though I have yet to try the blood of young boys.”

 

[Nerius]

A certain silence fell upon a small area of distant ground. There weren't any around to speak, and yet the wind itself even seemed to die for the arrival of an lightly clad entity - a reddish pink alien of an odd stature, with pristine white pants that hung broad and loose, dual lightsabers clipped at the waistline. His long antenna, nearly the length of his body, swished back and forth, all the while red iris on black schlera filled eyes slowly drove over the surroundings.

The rest of the Sith that had come to the planet, came under the guise of domination or whatever the reason was; he however was here because something was guiding him. The pull was evident, an irritating sting against the peripheral of his senses. With each thought, every moment, all action, the feeling grew harsher, more demanding.

It was a necessity now. Not simply a request. Whatever guided him...

Wanted him to find something...

At that, Nerius body flexed in stature, until it had thinned incredibly, elongating in the process. This was his way of making himself faster - toning down his physical being allowed movements to have greater velocity.

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Matreya]

Unbeknownst to the Polydroxol that recently arrived, appearing behind him was a man he had only met a single time. Fos Misao, or Damien Daemon as Nerius would know him, showed up wearing Lymmahtun at his hip, and no armor.

Why was he in this situation? What was the purpose of a being that didn't associate with Sith any longer being here? Nerius was his adopted child, as such whenever the Force sang to assist, he did so - even if it had only been a few times now, and through manipulation of other powers. This would be the first he came directly to his son's aid.

Folding his arms, Fos sent his senses ahead of them in time, observing their actions, attempting to glean what it was they came here to do.

 

[Gunther Creed]

Location: Aboard the Fury
Allies: The Sith Triumvirate, [member="Arlen Greaves"]
Enemies: Weeping Skulls
Objective: Assaulting the Space Station

"As for intelligence we were provided with a complete layout of the Validusa Space Station, but there is a problem.." Gunther said the holographic war tables view of the battle around the massive station changing and expanding, showcasing the brief but expansive layout. "The map is from original records of the Galactic Empire it's very old. The stations changed hands many times since it was in its prime, we don't know what changes were made to the station and it's certainly not operating at one hundred percent."

"I assume we will have no armor units in the station?" High Colonel Richard King asked. Gunther nodded in affirmation, the station was massive but not large enough for armored units to be effective, let alone the destruction they could bring about with their presence. "No armored units they've been rotated out and replaced, we'll have the firepower to soften up hard targets if necessary however, I've authorized the use of heavy weapons and kept the assault groups in play." Gunther replied to the High Colonel. Before he could continue the door of the chamber shifted open taking the Major Generals attention.

A young Ensign in his early twenties at least stepped inside and saluted "Sir. Message from Admiral Greaves Sir." The ensign said a faint hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. While Arlen Greaves was commanding officer of the fleet, Gunther was the commander of the army ground troops. Gunther returned the mans salute "Lets have it." Gunther replied taking the datapad from the man. In truth both he and the Admiral were expecting the projected losses to be along the lines of fourty four percent, but twenty two? Twenty two was a fantastic number to work with. These were pirates after all and not trained, disciplined soldiers. "Excellent, dismissed Ensign." Gunther ordered handing him back the datapad.

"Good news gentlemen the projected losses are at twenty two percent but lets not get comfortable with twenty two, lets prepare for forty four I don't want any surprises in there. Keep in contact through our encrypted channel I want constant updates. Dismissed." Gunther turned and walked out of the war room. Soon battle would be upon them, and he was never one to hide in the war room.

 

[Nerius]

The Pink Mutation calmly began to search his feelings, channeling the massive rage through which he was most known. Rage incarnate at times, others a thrumming fury, but always in control of the emotions, capable of drawing upon them when the time needed.

Cocking a head to the side, his ears picking up on a faint sound - a heartbeat. It was a man whom he had never met. There was a powerful aura emanating from within the man, but he didn't feel fear. Instead, as his hands moved outward, a tug of the Force summoned the dual sabers to his palms. A double snap hiss sounded, as he swung his blades swiftly, one for the man's legs, the other for his torso.

Whoever this was, he wasn't about to stop Nerius from gaining the Force's adoration - or whatever it was he would get by the end of this meeting.

[member="Fos Misao"]

 

[Nerius]

Ignore

 

[Matreya]

Fos watched as his demonic prodigy spun, his sabers flew to his palms, all the while he lunged at Fos. The man instantly lashed out, gripping the brutish beast by the mind. Sinking his mental claws into his brain, he twisted it, ceasing movement immediately. While the furious creature attempted to bash against the control Fos exerted, the Ancient Master muttered, "You know me. Cease."

When Nerius stopped struggling, he sent memories of himself paying quite a fund to Nerius through the orphanage he was too call home his early years. Understanding dawned on Nerius' face, before Fos let the being have its own actions back once more.

"You're here because the Force guided you, am I correct?" Fos said, "I am to assist you."