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It's Time for the Jedi to End; Imperial Invasion of Silver Jedi Hex 27-AJ

Imperial Storyteller

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"And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?"




Charros IV had only been the start of a grueling military campaign for the Galactic Empire, the world's Jedi protectors slain and their cathedral factories left ablaze. But it was by no means the end, their extermination of the Silver Jedi Order still remained to be completed. With the fighting near the Mid Rim, led by a joint effort between the Empire and their First Order brethren, likely having diverted much of the Jedi's military to that front, the Imperials would strike the one place they would not expect: Their supply lanes.

Soldiers, weapons, vehicles, fleets, medicine, food; All of these seemingly trekked along a finite number of hyperoutes, with a major one being their target. Earlier, a medium-sized convoy had been pulled out of hyperspace by an armada of vessels bearing the sigil of the Imperial Starfleet, green turbolasers tearing through inferior durasteel and killing the crewmen within.

This, of course, had gotten the word out to the rest of the Silver Jedi, which in turn may garner an equally sizeable response. Unknowing to both sides, the largest naval engagement that rivaled that of Charros IV and Omega would soon begin.





OOC: Fleet limits per writer are 7,500m due to the nature of this engagement. I will be posting the numbers of my portion of the Imperial fleet after other Imperials establish their own. For Silver Jedi fleeters, you are more than welcome to engage ASAP, just reference a 'sizeable fleet' until we can all get our meterage establish
[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Max Fel"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Kayrce"] | [member="TK-1515"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Amun"] | [member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Ailuros"] | [member="Tyrian"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Darth Ananta"] | [member="Charr"] | [member="Cassius Droma"] | [member="Dish"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Zmej Ren"] | [member="Stephanie Swail"] | @The Galactic Empire | @The Silver Jedi Order
 
Space - Auxiliary Cruiser
Enemies: SJO
Allies: TGE

Tyrian stood quietly in the hangar bay of one of The Galactic Empire's smaller vessels.

He couldn't really remember the name of ship that he was on, nor could he remember the name of the officer that ran it or...well anyone at all involved in any of this. It was probably a slight shame as he was sure that some of them were very nice people, but right now he didn't particularly care. The blaster in his hand shifted slightly, the powerpack sliding into place just a moment before he re-holstered the weapon on his thigh. A few members of the Legion had accompanied on this trip, though whether or not that would mean anything remained to be seen.

"Find a boarding ship." He instructed them in a stern tone.

Tyrian wasn't about to sit this one out just because he wasn't much of a fleet commander. If working with Sith had taught him anything then it was that another way could always be found. His lips thinned slightly as he glanced around the hangar bay, the half dozen members of the legion pointing out a vessel or two. After a moment he nodded and motioned towards one of the craft in the aft of the bay. It was a sleek thing, not too fancy or too large.

Kind of reminded him of a larger TIE.

He shifted and stepped board, glancing around and finding a pilot already there.

The man turned and was about to say something when Tyrian yanked the blaster from it's holster and crossed the distance of the ship in a near instant. He placed a hand on the mans shoulder and the blaster onto the back of his neck. A small smile crossed his as of yet unmasked face. The face he held was almost jovial.

"Shhhh." He told the pilot. "No cause for concern or yelling."

They weren't here to fight the Empire after all. "When we drop out of hyperspace I want you to fly to the nearest Jedi ship, understood?"

The pilot looked up at him for a moment, then to the other members of the Legion. He frowned for just a few seconds and then slowly dropped back down into the pilots chair. His head lowered in a very short and curt nod, his voice lost somewhere in his throat. Tyrian smiled, retracting the blaster from the mans neck but not holstering the weapon just yet. Today was going to be fun.
 
Varik Ice
Equipment: Lightsaber - Sealed Helmet - Initiate Robes
Location: Silver Jedi Space
Status: Accompanying the Fleet
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Varik sat in silence, his eyes staring out the viewport of his TIE Advanced. So far, he'd only experienced fighting face-to-face; or at least on the ground. He'd been trained thoroughly for dogfighting and starfighter combat, and he knew the Force would enhance his abilities with it; but he knew nothing would truly prepare him for his first real experience, and according to the reports, this would set a precedent.

He hadn't witnessed Charros IV - he'd only heard stories. But apparently this engagement could dwarf it, and set a tone for the conflict to come. Perhaps this theatre of war was where his mindset would aid him the most; empassioned anger no doubt aided some Sith and Inquisitors in the cathartic act of striking an enemy, but keeping a cool head and a focus on what was most efficient would keep him alive from inside this craft.

It was small, but comfortable enough. It could even be described as claustrophobic, by some. Two of his fingers tapped the controls idly, his craft floating slowly near a Star Destroyer as he'd already been sent out to aid the convoy ambush. Refeuling and rearming had only boosted his confidence of the battle to come.

For a moment, he thought back to before he even knew of such things. Of ships in the stars and honourable warriors holding light like a sword. In a way, he admired the Jedi; whether they were right or not, they were fighters, and fought for what they believed. Wasn't he doing the same thing? Back when honour truly mattered, when he remembered the biting winds of Barab II, the shaman had looked up at the night sky and called it 'The Shimmering Void'. How foolish it all seemed now.

Varik glanced down at his comms as a message came through for status reports. "Initiate Ice, reporting in. Status is green." He had no doubt why that went through. The Jedi would be here, soon. Any moment now, coming through that shimmering void. He had no plans to make it his grave today.
 
Luyioth Dakwin
Aboard the Imperial Fleet in deep space near the Tion Cluster, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member=DT-2417]; [member="Koda Fett"].​

It's an awfully eerie sensation, how the warship's guns echo through the ship: by all of her assumptions, the ship would dramatically shudder and churn in response, yet the ship didn't move at all. The thought briefly occurred to Luyioth as she waited quietly in the assault bay of her warship, midst the black-clad troopers in her nondescript initiate robes. She was honest enough with herself in that she was using the thought to distract herself from what's bothering her: that her first major engagement being against her former friends and teachers was deliberate, if not convenient. Glancing around her, seeing the same deathtroopers who captured her that time ago on Stygeon Prime, she knew why she was attached to them: she was being tested. She would be sent in to kill those who she once revered and destroy where she used to sleep, and if she couldn't bear it, she'd be cut down. It was cruel, but she'd been taught not to question without cause; if it was her in the High Inquisitor's shoes, she would have done the same.

With her sealed helmet under her arm and propped on her hip, sitting not too far from the lightsaber hanging plainly from her belt, she approached the Mandalorian - sticking out like a sore thumb midst the Imperial soldiers and crew.
"Fett," she began, shifting her weight a little to get comfortable in her stance once she arrived, "you were adequetly briefed? You have no questions?" One of the first things she was taught after her reconditioning was to be thorough: while the deathtrooper captain could be comfortably spared her prying, a privateer could not. She had every intention to prove herself to the Inquisitorius in the battle and that began well beforehand.
 

Lemon

Citrus Dreams
Koda Fett
Location: Silver Jedi Space
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The Concord Spear was an odd-site among these Imperial Ships, all of which being black or varying shades of it to some degree or another. It rested as the Imperial War-machine got on the move, it's fighters, bombers and soldiers were prepared for the incoming assault on the Silver Jedi Order. Fett was a simple mercenary, a common sight among with Imperial Troops. He was a favorite of the Empire after all, and they were a favorite among his. It was always preferable to work among professionals, regardless of their tyranny, than the scum from the Hutt Cartel. They provided him with weapons, ammunition, credits and the like - everything a Bounty Hunter needed to stay at the top of the game, a place Koda comfortably resided.
Fett sat on the lowered ramp of the Concord Spear, off to the side of it with his legs over the small ledge provided and his feet on the ground. He seemed to be fidgeting with his right gauntlet as his Carbine rested against the ramp to his left. As per usual he was in full armor, when wasn't he? Just like his ship he stuck out like a sore thumb, a green, orange and red killer among the black and white that filled the hangar. Dakwin walked towards him, originally he gave her no attention as he continued calibrating his multi-weapon gauntlet. Hearing her speak, he didn't make a response until she finished entirely. Fett stood up, snatching at his Carbine and holding it by the barrel, letting it hang down by his side. "Yes... and no." He'd say, confirming he knew the plan and had no questions.
The Bounty Hunter's right foot took a step upwards onto the ramp of the Concord Spear, making his way towards the entrance of the vessel. Fett turned his head over his shoulder after stopping, "Are we done here?" He'd ask, the tone wasn't very respectful, nor was the tone in which he answered originally. It was his trademark of sorts, not getting himself caught up in trying to please the Imperials. He delivered results, good ones at that. That's all that mattered, whether he was polite or not didn't matter. This was just a job, one that'd pay handsomely. It did him good to be here, he hated the Jedi and the ones that did feel hate most likely felt the same way about him. He was out for blood, that much was certain.



[member="Luyioth Dakwin"]
 

Stephanie Swail

Look what they've done to my dream
Location: Voss, Silver Jedi Space
Objective: Watch and learn
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Galactic Empire
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Confrontation was just a way of life. It was part of the Jedi was as much as it was to the Sith, the Imperial forces, bounty hunters…it just was what it.
But, to the Silver Jedi, Stephanie Swail was learning there was so much more to them than just blades and blasters. The mighty Silver fleet defended and protected, brought aid and prepared evacuations across Silver space and where their allies needed them. Antarian Rangers kept the borders safe and were the feet on the ground giving the people of the galaxy faith that they had guardians out there.

The Voss temple was alive. It was buzzing with activity that reached out to all sides of their territory, and it was a hub alive with energy and activity as much as the Force itself.

Today, Stephanie was wanting to see the coms hub in the Temple, located in the lower levels where the eyes and the ears never stopped. Sentient beings and droids all worked as one to keep the galaxy safe. The Padawan was spending a few days around them, learning how it worked and why it worked.

It was her second day, and she was taking a look at radar signals and coms channels out in the various sectors. It was then she saw something that didn’t flag up as a marked ship, and nor had the coms team been informed of fleet activity in that area. Stephanie stared down for a few seconds and brought the holo-feed up into a 3-dimensinal hologram to look at.

Cocking her head, she couldn’t make out what was going on. That feeling panged in her stomach and she leant forward to the internal coms within the temple of fleeters.

"This is Stephanie Swail. I’m sorry to cut through but there are ships in the vicinity of Dellalt and Iego that I don’t recognise as part of the Silver fleet. Please report, over."

Probably unmarked crusiers. Smugglers cutting through the Cluster.

She sucked her bottom lip in – no, as much as she wanted to believe that, like Ossus, she had a bad feeling that something wasn’t right. How much she wanted to carry on walking by and leave it, but she couldn’t.

Her finger reached and opened the com channel to nearby fleet.

"Silver fleet, report in those around the Tion Cluster at once please."

It was her duty just to hold out and make sure everything was ok.
 
Deep Space, Imperial Fleet
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Escort & Assist VIP

Combat in the skies wasn't in their list of roles, but Command and the Death Trooper Captain had other plans in mind; even with the addition with a convert in tow.

Stood by the initiates side, Pestilence's objectives were two fold for the upcoming operation. Whilst there would be no ground assaults, there were to be plenty of ships belonging to the scum that stood defiant in the face of the Empire; the Silver Jedi Order. Arrangements had been made, though it would not be before the enemy had presented themselves that Pestilence and their assigned VIP for the upcoming conflict would designate their target and begin to set their plans in motion. All that was required now was patience, and Pestilence had plenty of that. They moved with the newest initiate of the Inquisitoris, unwavering and regimental in their posture and movements as they made their rounds, both the Death Troopers at the side of an Inquisitor were a symbol of the Empire's might for which their comrades witnessed, but so would their enemies in due time.

As the Inquisitor stopped to talk to the Bounty Hunter, the Death Troopers made several garbled transmissions among themselves. Whilst only 6 of them were present, the second squad being elsewhere on the ship, it was the only conversation they made; falling to silence shortly after what needed to be said had been. They weren't conversationalists, even among themselves. Their language was combat and the equipment they wore, they did not need diplomacy nor did they need morals. Whilst their enemies perhaps would hesitate for even a second to show even a shred of mercy, that short space of time would work to Pestilence's advantage. Morals, DT-2417 once studied them long ago, before he was a Death Trooper, only to be overwritten with the training doctrine of the trooper he now was.

There was blood to be spilled, and Pestilence would be in the thick of it.

[member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXP0CpnL8ps

Location: Space
Allies: None
Enemies: GE
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A mission of utmost importance awaited the Supreme Leader’s Hand. Success meant nothing less than bringing two empires together – two peoples, brothers and sisters divided by one man’s greed and lust for power. Her chest swelled with pride, for her hand would herd the misguided Imperials back to Sieger Ren’s embrace. She was to eliminate the most dangerous enemy, a greater thorn in the First Order’s side than Sith or Jedi – a man of good race and ideology, yet mal-intentioned, guilty of treason, and dividing those who fought for mankind and just resettlement of the galaxy. It was high time to unite those who followed in Palpatine’s footsteps by executing the Galactic Empire’s leader and his most loyal followers. Their existence spelled Imperial civil war in the future, unavoidable and tragic for the nation unless all heads of the Galactic Empire rolled down. Only then would the two empires become one again, united and strong enough to take on the galaxy.

One people, one empire, one leader.

The dawn of a new era was at hand. They merely needed to grasp the opportunity. Regain control over what was once lost.

The ongoing conflict against the Silver Jedi meant an excellent diversion. Very easy to take advantage of, even though she’d attack any Silver Jedi to get in her way as well. Jedi or false Imperials – she would slay them without mercy or remorse. Not that she was capable of either, anyway.

Spat out of hyperspace, the Upsilon-class shuttle soared through the blackness of space like an eagle in the night sky. Hard to spot by sight, impossible to be detected by sensors thanks to its military-grade jammers. A ghost ship – yet carrying a woman wreathed in anger, sustained by hatred. The Supreme Leader’s deadliest weapon had a message for the Galactic Empire and all traitors who followed Graf’s voice instead of Sieger’s. For now she remained in the back, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Still drawing power from the dark side, empowering herself for the inevitable, Zmej Ren checked her weaponry, re-adjusted the positions of her tools on her armoured form and tried to keep her impatient anticipation and lust for battle in check. A fruitless task – knowing what glory awaited her should she succeed in her task made waiting particularly frustrating, pouring more fuel into her raging power.

Sickly yellow glare gazed into the infinity of space and imagined it burn.
 
Aboard the Imperial Fleet
Enemies: SJO
Allies: The Galactic Empire

Inferno Squadron hadn’t been deployed to Charros, the war pit that had started the Empire’s moves to annihilate the Jedi from their clutches over star systems that were never rightfully theirs. Instead Kayrce and her team had been dealing with pirate elements at the behest of the bombing on Kamino, a mission that while still on-going had reached its conclusion within their own ranks.

Now the orders were simpler, bolder and more to the Imperial teams liking. They had been loaded up with the main Imperial Fleet, nondescript and just another face in the crowd of countless naval personnel before jumping to a far flung corner of the galaxy which housed an all-important strategic hold for the Silver Jedi. It would be here that the Empire would throw the hammer, a hammer that would connect with the anvil of the First Order who had in turn made their own movements against the Jedi.

Inferno would be at the forefront of this attack. Yet as Kayrce stood overlooking the loading of her TIE she could barely hold in the feeling of excited anticipation, for too long had she been stuck to the ground. Finally she would be given wings once more.
 

Other Space Kaiden

Better than other-other space Kaiden
Location: Deep Space/Away From Battle
Enemies: The Galactic Empire
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order
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The Hand was not interested in the meaningless squabbling of fanatics who swore allegiance to archaic ideas of religious morality and superstition. It was ignorant fools, no different than these Silver Jedi, who cast The Galaxy into chaos time and again. Such cultist lunacy would be crushed under the fist of true Imperial Order - one day. Today, however, the Jedi had found themselves in a position neigh underheard of for their kind. They had found themselves useful.

The Empire of The Hand sought to reunify with The Galactic Empire through the only true unanswerable means - force. Once the corrupt moffs of Kamino were punished, The Navy would assume its mantle at the head of the revisioned Imperial movement and proceed to restore order throughout the lawless expanse. It was in this mission that The Jedi managed to make allies of themselves. During a meeting with the head of IGBC, who helped fund the refurbishment of The Rebirth, Irridius was offered a large sum of credits to assist the Jedi in the destruction of their Imperial enemies. Specifically, the Galactic Empire and, as Irridius had discovered through years of military service.

An enemy of an enemy is a useful opportunity.


As curious as it was that the IGBC felt so obligated to assist the Silver Order. Investments? Ambitions of such? Perhaps the Jedi had gotten wise and decided upon infiltration. Whatever the case the credits were a necessity of running his fleets and his old comrades had become a threat.

So
Irridius accepted and now he watched as ships bearing the mark of the pretenders floated through the wreckage of ravaged convoys. The Imperial Viper Probdroid drifted silently through the vacuum, bug-like eyes scanning the sizeable fleet from afar, images of Star Destroyers and capital ships of all sizes beaming to several holonet buoys before being relayed to a shuttle in deep space that served only to piggyback the signal to several other transmitters. Eventually, the labyrinthian maze of encrypted signals ended on the far side of a moon in a system not far from the trade route being scourged at this very moment.

Irridius studied the images from the bridge of The Shadow of Regret, safe from discovery behind an array of proxies. He had been preparing for eventualities such as this one ever since he was hired, but only recently had probe droids such as this been deployed. Tucking his chin into a white-gloved hand, Irridius glanced at the menagerie of other video feeds playing in tandem across his holoscreen. He had his crew monitor trade lanes for some time, but once he had gotten word of a convoy going dark it was more than obvious where he needed to send off the mechanical beasts.

"Put the fleet on alert,"
Irridius ordered calmly, a faint smile creasing his lips as he studied the enemy formations "And send these images to the Jedi, they may wish to know we had to discover an attack for them."
 
Commodore Jotham Noktis
Location: Silver Jedi Order Territory-Space
Allies: The Galactic Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order







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The Commodore – Jotham Noktis – stood broodingly at the high point of the command bridge inside one of the Imperial IV-Class Star Destroyers. His hand rested upon his chin in formal, sophisticated fashion; his posture straight, as was to be expected of a man of his class and upbringing. In his mind, he was brooding over what he’d done. Alongside his naval superiors and insubordinates, he had orchestrated and executed the mass murder of a Silver Jedi Order Convoy.

–And, how satisfying it all was. Like it was all a prophecy, a prophecy that he wrote for himself.

It was a feeling that would take getting used to, after all, he'd only been in command of more than one capital ship for a short time. Jotham was always one to keep his emotions regulated, as per his austere character. The tame enjoyment still ran through his veins, much like his blood did. His better human consciousness also told him to not take too much pleasure in the death and suffering of others, but it was all for the betterment of the imperial agenda. The Galactic Alliance was a union built from petty squabbles in democracy; it was the kind of petty squabbles allowed for the nobility of Naboo to fester like a disease, and undermine his noble family like they were something to be ruled under. Nonetheless, he was confident in his strategies—

The anvil of his force would be, of course, his three Imperial IV-Class Star Destroyers; they were in a line. The commodore’s flanks consisted of two Vindicator IV-class Escort Cruisers for maneuverability and screen vessel defense. The second line consisted of one Victory IV-Class Star Destroyer for long range support and extra hangar space; this would allow for starfighters or other screening vessels to efficiently cross and switch between flanks due to the infrastructure the commodore devised. In the second line, there was also one Tempus-Class Star Frigate to more effectively handle other frigates and corvettes, as well as support the front line with its heavy weaponry and fire support capabilities.

The commodore was also sure to run electromagnetic and information-transceiver interference on any reconnaissance vessels or probes as his threefold star destroyers, as they had the suites for information warfare in that regard. The Silver Jedi Order could make the Imperials wait if they wanted too, and Noktis wasn’t about to give them the advantage of such a maneuver. They would’ve had time to employ such countermeasures, as they instigated the matter, along with the commodore being an elaborate planner. At least, Jotham’s vessels would’ve done this; the rest might not be able to be said about the rest of the fleet.

Nonetheless, Jotham stared forward unto the blackness of the void beyond the hyperlane; he eagerly awaited his challengers under a calm, austere guise.
 
OOC: Will reveal composition upon arrival.

IC: Location: Chandaar -> Sector 27-AJ
Objective: Approaching the sector
Allies: [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Enemies: GE

After a round of negotiations on Chandaar, where Jessica had to deal with an angry population in a regime where income inequality was very high, duty called once again. But because of pressing issues, such as the need to keep the supply lines secure, she had very little rest, and she had to fight once again. And the Galactic Empire's victory on Charros IV was hollow because the local population disapproved of the Imperials immediately after their hasty retreat, and wasted no time. The Xi Charrian rebels recaptured their homeworld for the Silver Jedi a few short weeks after the attack, and Bimmisaari was also SJ property once more. Fighting the Imperials once again was going to be made more difficult, especially after that run-in in the asteroid field against one Carlyle Rausgeber over Ossus. Several of the crewmembers have nightmares over the asteroid flinging that characterized the First Order that day, to the point where she might be wondering whether someone else might have been a better choice, someone fresh, like [member="Reshmar"] or equivalent. As with every engagement where Imperials are even suspected, much less confirmed, Xi Charrian security crewmembers are the order of the day. Then the communications console lighted up like a tree.

"Incoming transmission from Voss" the communications officer warned everyone onboard.

"Patch it through"



Stephanie Swail said:
"This is Stephanie Swail. I’m sorry to cut through but there are ships in the vicinity of Dellalt and Iego that I don’t recognise as part of the Silver fleet. Please report, over."

"Silver fleet, report in those around the Tion Cluster at once please."

"Northwest Actual reporting in from Chandaar, will move into position to engage" she told [member="Stephanie Swail"] in response.

For some reason she feels that this engagement will be even worse from a morale management standpoint. The effects of poor morale are being felt throughout. Especially to some of those non-Xi Charrian crew members, who were questioning why they even were in another engagement to begin with, and missing out on a marshmallow challenge. As the quartermaster prepared several bags filled with one meter of masking tape, one meter of string, one marshmallow and twenty strands of uncooked spaghetti, whereby teams would have 18 minutes to get the tallest free-standing structure built and compete one another to this end. While I get that the quartermaster is holding a marshmallow challenge in an attempt to maintain morale, I can sense it is one of those times where the quartermaster is getting angry and annoyed, she thought, in a rare moment where she is able to sense somebody else's emotions. She always had difficulty with the emotional part, and it was restricting her range of action as a Jedi: however, thus far, she knew that some questions were in order from the quartermaster before they get underway:

"These Imperials: what did we do to be at war against them?" the quartermaster asked, while his voice became increasingly whiny with every word. "Why can't we hold our marshmallow challenge without being called into action?"

"It's more a question of: what did the Imperials do for us to declare war? Were you there on Charros IV?"

"No... I guess?" the quartermaster reluctantly answered, as if unsure of his answer.

"They were out to massacre Xi Charrians in an orbital bombardment; that explains why there are so many Xi Charrians in gunnery and security positions here today"

"General, early-warning systems detect a sizable fleet in sector 27-AJ! Given our current enemies, it's likely that it is the remaining stragglers from Charros IV, or otherwise another GE force; the First Order is also a possible attacker" the sensor technician curtly commented.

"All units, battle stations! Prepare to jump to hyperspace in sector 27-AJ" Julie ordered.

With heavy hearts, Jessica and the new units assembled for this operation to intercept the enemy fleet jumped to hyperspace, knowing that she is unable to catch a break in this current strategical context. But for now, anyway, she will have to steel herself to go fight Imperials once again. To be fair, in the Charros campaign, even though she was in command in the Bimmisaari theater, she did not see a whole lot of action, unlike Ossus, where it was obvious to her that being a faction's commander-in-chief over a theater is just not the same on the ground and in space. Also, Sector 27-AJ was close, dangerously close, to Iego to the west and Dellalt to the east. Hopefully the quartermaster will finally be able to hold and complete his marshmallow challenge before reversion... hopefully jumping from Chandaar to the location the EWS designated as Sector 27-AJ would be just the right length to get the marshmallow challenge finished. Any Jedi onboard the ships would be gravy, but their services would be needed before long.
 
Location: Chandaar ---> Sector 27-AV
Objective:prepare for possible threat
Allies: SJO
Enemies: GE

The silence of the small room made for an excellent motivator for the lieutenant to replay the message in his head a thousand times over. With it, a lot more rose like a tide: Stephanie Swail is unknown to him, could be a trap, it can always be a trap, yet in the absence of anything suggesting that and with all the reasons for this threat to indeed be one of the dark empires out there, he could only feel a powerful feeling inside him. Excitement? Fear?

"Irrelevant." He answered himself in his mind all while the sound of clicks and metal hitting metal echoed throughout the room, weapons of all kind were spread around, a rifle was laying in his arms "One must be there, Dasy." he spoke to the Ysalamir in the special backpack at his right "Sith... Ren... Fallen jedi... One must be there... We must be there."

The Ysalamir made a loud sound, whatever that meant was unknown, this animal would be one of his friends... And his most effective armor. "I have seen Charros... The epitome of your madness and insanity. I have seen you... horrific monsters lurking in the dark. And this is why death follows you like a plague, claiming the lives of those you encounter, when the one it actually wants is yours." He continued while placing several grenades on his belt.

"Death will not have you... For your debt to me is not yet paid. I lay a claim upon your lives, an oath of vengeance for the fallen. You must suffer as they suffered, for you there is no peace... No rest."

After grabbing everything he needed, Blane rose equipping the backpack too with the energetic Ysalamir, if you didn't know better, you'd think she was excited too. He opened the doors and left the room, only one thing to be done.
 

Butch Mahan

Si vis pacem, para bellum
Butch Mahan
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Location: Carrier Pii, Imperial Fleet
Objective: Eliminate Opposition Forces
Allegiance: The Galactic Empire
Opposition: The Silver Jedi Order and her Allies

Tatooine Sector Fleet
Warlord Destroyer Carrier
  • INV Pii S|H 100|100
Tyrant Star Destroyers
  • INV Tatooine S|H 100|100
  • INV Rishi S|H 100|100
Dreadnought MkII Heavy Cruisers
  • INV Glorious S|H 100|100
  • INV Bravery S|H 100|100
Bulwark Escort Frigates

  • INV EFG-3474 S|H 100|100
  • INV EFG-3475 S|H 100|100
  • INV EFG-3476 S|H 100|100
  • INV EFG-3477 S|H 100|100

Mahan stood proudly on the bridge of the dedicated carrier, Pii. He was commanding the sector group that was allotted to the Tatooine Sector, under his command as High Moff of the sector. It had been a long time since he had commanded an Imperial fleet, a pleasure which he had been deprived of too long. Mahan might not be the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy no longer, but he enjoyed his new position as High Moff of the Tatooine Sector, and Procurator of the Bureau of Imperial Justice. It gave him the authority of several planetary systems, a sector army, a sector fleet, and leadership over the new elite branch of law enforcement sworn to the Empire.

The Duros was centered on the bridge, looking on as the Imperial fleet filled the expansive vacuum of space the occupied this sector. It was a glorious sight to be sure, but Mahan had to reel himself back into the real world, and give his orders. Mahan turned to the rear admiral who commanded the fleet in the High Moff's absence, "Admiral Gree, reposition the fleet into formation Delta-three-eighteen, 'fang'. Raise general quarters on all stations, and put all attack craft on standby for launch on all vessels." The rear admiral made a small bow, before carrying ou the orders to all of his subordinates to spread the word. A short burst of klaxons followed by a monotone voice repeating, "General quarters, all personnel to general quarters." Soon after the rear admiral's retreat from Mahan's presence. The High Moff did not pay attention to the announcement system, only returning his gaze to the fleet before him, in all its glory.

As Mahan watched, the Tatooine Sector Group formed with the grace of a well rehearsed dance. The two Tyrant Star Destroyers took the mantle ahead as the formed only 1500 meters apart, two bulwark frigates accompanying each of them only 200 meters off their afts'. The Warlord carrier brought up the rear, with two Dreadnought MKII cruisers escorting the Warlord 100 meters forwards on each side. Inside the ship, each fighter, bomber, and interceptor squadron readied and entered their cockpits, preparing to launch into battle. Shuttles loaded with Stormtroopers, and a few transports were loaded by Judges, the elite law enforcement force employed by the Bureau of Imperial Justice. Created with the purpose of pacifying chaotic worlds on the fringe of Imperial space, instilled with an unbreaking loyalty to the Empire, and trained in close quarters action, specialized building assault squad tactics, and advanced hand to hand combat technique, among many other disciplines required of the role. Beyond handling globally spread organized and disorganized crime, made great boarding troops, especially when trying to acquire enemy figures of power.

Ben Tor
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Location: Carrier Pii, Imperial Fleet​
Objective: Eliminate Opposition Forces​
Allegiance: The Galactic Empire​
Opposition: The Silver Jedi Order and her Allies​

Judge Tor walked beside other judges, moving without talking, whispering, or socializing of any kind. Imperial crewmen, stormtroopers, and even junior officers stood aside as they traversed the walkways of the dedicated carrier, heading towards their assigned shuttle. The only order they kept was moving squad by squad, a 3 meter distance between each team. They did not march, they did not move in step with one another, they just moved towards the shuttle, not a word spoken. Their helmets blocked everything but the bottom half of their faces, covering just enough to dehumanize them as friendly compatriots. As the group of judges entered the hangar bay, they all separated into their respective shuttles, quietly filing in. They had their assignments, upon boarding, they would receive an objective, one they completed their objective, they would return. In and out, no mess. A clean operation.

 

JT-5182

Dual Pistol Jump Trooper
Location: Hangar Bay of Star Destroyer, TIE Bomber cockpit.
Objective: Combay enemy ships.

Equipment:
Breathing pack replacing Jump Pack.
Eight Proton Rockets.


TIE Fighting was the complete opposite of JT's specialty. She was a ground trooper and only knew how to fly jump pack. But it was a necessary task to complete, being stationed on a starship that just so happened to be entering combat.

One of her most admired crafts was the humble TIE bomber. It was a bit of an oddity but the maneuverability combined with the expansive payload well paid off.

A well-trained Stormtrooper didn't fear the possibility of a death in vacuum and JT was no exception to this rule. However, the possibility of perishing in a space theatre without even serving a long life as an elite among elites was something that lingered at the edge of her indoctrinated mind.

The trooper's head shook softly.

There was no chance of that.
 
Location:: Chandaar -> Sector 27-AJ
Allies: SJO, [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Stephanie Swail"],
Enemies: GE, [member="JT-5182"], [member="Butch Mahan"], [member="Jotham Noktis"], [member="Kayrce"], [member="Zmej Ren"], [member="Imperial Storyteller"], [member="Jotham Noktis"]

The Verpine clacked his mandibles in annoyance, he had been working with some of the Xi Charrian's to ensure one of their older Lucerhulk battleships was still in working order. It had a primarily droid crew and was linked in with command stations on the ground. However the control had been transferred over to his Lucerhulk. They were about to start a series of live fire drills when the call came in. Unknown Star Destroyers had entered SJO space, suspected to be GE based on entry angle. Quickly getting into comms with the government below he requested leave to borrow their Lucerhulk and leave on an immediate intercept course with the enemy fleet. Still quite pissed off at the attack upon their world and destruction of their temples they very quickly agreed to the temporary loan.

Taking the droid controlled ship under his command he began to set a new course. Distress signals from a convey had begun to filter through and were quickly being analyzed. They seemed to be genuine and matched up with where the GE ships were supposed to have exited hyperspace. An extremely rapid series of loud clicks caused a few crew members to look over at him. Cursing as he started up comms with the commander of the ships that had also begun to spool up their hyperdrives he quickly contacted Jessica. "They got the location of one of our hyperlanes, I thought those were supposed to be kept secret. I am moving to intercept and destroy that fleet. " ​As he said this the ship shuddered slightly as it lurched forwards. They would very quickly navigate out of the planets gravity well and jump. It would only take a minute at most then they'd be in hyperspace moving to engage that enemy fleet.

Fleet:
1x Lucerhulk-X-class supercarrier
10x Squadrons of Slayn & Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant 14x per squadron (2x Armed with 4x Genie Missiles per fighter in their Attack Module and on their pylons, 3x Armed with Attack Modules carrying concussion missiles, 5x Armed with Rear Turret Modules)
10x B-wing/E Starfighter (8x B-wings per squadron)

1x Lucerhulk-class Droid Control Ship
1000x Vulture droids
500x Hyena-class bombers

2x Immboliizer interdictor
4x Squadrons of Slayn & Korpil Interceptor-1 Standard Module System/Military variant (Armed with Point Defense Modules)
4x armed with automated rear turret
(* 8 squadrons per Interdictor)
 
Location: 27-AJ
Objective: Destroy enemy ships
Allies: The Galactic Empire and allies
Enemies: The Silver Jedi and allies

Fleet:
1 x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
1 x Conqueror-class Star Destroyer
2 x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer
3 x Vindicator IV-class Escort Cruiser

Max arrived at the bridge of an Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer after ensuring with the other officers in his fleet that the proper preparations had been made. This was a chance to deal a mortal wound to a group that had already been beaten hard as it was. Taking the time to prepare was therefore the obvious choice.

Shortly after, the message he had been waiting for was received, the engagement would really begin. He nodded at the senior officer aboard the ship and began broadcasting to the fleet.

"Link hyperdrive launch and begin charging. Destination is confirmed as 27-AJ."

In formation, the fleet jumped into hyperspace from a location further outside of The Galactic Empire, so as to arrive at the opportune moment. If the enemy hadn't had enough already, they would now further witness the firepower of The Galactic Empire.

Emerging back into realspace, ships, both friendly and foreign came into view. Arranged at the front of the fleet was the Conqueror-class, flanked on starboard and port each by a Victory-IV class. Above the Conqueror-class was a Vindicator IV-class. These were followed by Max in his Allegiance IV-class flanked on each side by a Vindicator IV-class.

"Get ready for combat. Deploy squadrons."

The squadrons aboard the ships emerged, whilst within the shuttles and other transports were being prepped for future use.
 

Other Space Kaiden

Better than other-other space Kaiden
Location: Deep Space/Away From Battle
Enemies: The Galactic Empire, [member="Butch Mahan"]​
Allies: The Silver Jedi Order
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The projection flickered, then flashed erratically as static filled the image of three Imperial IV-class Star Destroyers coursing closer to the probe. A sly smile crooked the corner of lips, gloved hand reaching up to gently stroke the head of the Ysalimir curled around his neck. It was only a matter of time until he lost his surveillance, but he had obtained all that he needed to.

"It appears the pretenders have finally managed to block our communications" The Grand Admiral mused, turning on heel to face the captain of his flagship, a thick, blue-skinned chiss whose uniform was just as spotless as Irridius' own.

"Let us begin then. Retrieve the data collected from the Droid prior to the signal loss. Have it analyzed, the trajectory and spatial coordinates of those ships will be logged and a predictive model created for the Warlord-Carrier and its accompanying fleet."

"Yes, Grand Admiral Irridius." Kilko spun on heel, barking the orders into the command pit housing the astrogation specialists of The Shadow of Regret. Irridius might have been obliged to strike at the ships responsible for jamming his signal, but that would be far too obvious. He was much more interested in the carrier and its rather hefty escort. Thanks to the data collected from the short, but useful observations, the attack could be taken to it before the Empire realized just who it was who'd come seeking revenge.

But when they did...

Turning to the communication specialist, "Ensign, we will be troubled with unwelcome guests. Alert the Marines to secure all loading bays, hanger entrances, and airlocks; all security officers are to ensure patrols are doubled and that all personnel ready themselves to repel a boarding. All vessels will comply with this order."

"Aye, Grand Admiral." the ensign saluted, swiveling in his chair, carrying out Lucien's will.

The First Fleet's Imperial Marines were battle tested on Myrkr, when it still owed its allegiance to the false Galactic Empire. Mandalorian savages were barbarous and unrelenting, it tested the corps true mettle. The Shadow of Regret, a Praetor IV-Class vessel, stationed fourteen-thousand of these men alone, not to mention its officers and various other crew. Yet, a ship its size had many places to land and enter from.

A fight in its corridors would be an interesting one indeed. Numbers did not make a battle after all.


"Grand Admiral Irridius" Kilko called from the edge of the right side command pit, "we have a preliminary model from the computer, looks like the carrier is moving rather slowly, as to be expected."

"It's a big queen sir, just not as big as ours." the specialist running the models called out, a small series of chuckles waving through the bridge. Irridius suppressed yet another crooked grin and refrained from comment.

"On my projector." The Grand Admiral turned to the projector just in time to see it flash to life with a ghostly image of the coming battleground. Triangles and squares, marked with the class of ship they represented, dotted the virtual battlespace. Each shape followed a dotted line that floated in midair, a path of movement predicted by the speed, directional and coordinate data transmitted from the probe before the loss of contact.

It wouldn't be perfect, but anything rarely was. "Good. Refine it and communicate these coordinates to the Battle at Dawn and Fifth Day of Solace." he clicked on one spot on the virtual map, representing real space coordinates and relayed a set of orders to accompany them.

Then, with that done, he clicked another spot on the map; coordinates that would place his vessels far from the range of anything short of Long Range turbo lasers. "Communicate these to the rest of the fleet." He relayed yet another set of orders and then turned once again to the communications officer,

"When the orders have been properly acknowledged, all ships are to synchronize and enter hyperspace."

Moments later, the ships of First Fleet chosen for this mission would begin disappearing in blinks of light. Headed for the battlefield.

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The First Fleet
Praetor-Class
ISD Shadow of Regret (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
Victory-Class
ISD Battle at Dawn (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
ISD Fifth Day of Solace (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
Conqueror-Class
ISD Rule of Ashes (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
Tempus-Class
ISC Abyss (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
ISC Glory (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
Bulwark-Class
ISC Farreaching Order (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
Kometa-Class
ISC Iron Head (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
ISC Final Destination (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
ISC Killing Dome (Shields 100 | Hull 100)
 
[SIZE=11pt]Desmond C’artyom stared out at the blue twilight before him. Many found the void of hyperspace maddening, but his red gaze kept straight ahead. He stared into the twilight, glimpsed madness, dived into the deepest depths of it’s hell and rather than let it consume him… He conquered it and it became apart of him. Desmond was cold, calculative and down right conniving. He stared into the blue flames that surrounded the vessel with a half interested gaze, searching for anything they had to offer him, but, the volumes the blue whirls spoke he already knew.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond had been elevated from commander of a few squadrons to commodore of an entire fleet. If he wanted to maintain his position the mad Chiss would have to be more cunning than he ever had before. He sat in his command chair as the ensigns on his bridge raced about the terminals preparing to drop out of hyperspace and into the killzone. The helmsman flipped a few switches and the blue swirls dissipated before finally dying out [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Reversion complete, Fleet Scourge has arrived,” The communications officer announced over all Imperial channels. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond placed a hand to chin as he stared out at the open battlefield. The Imperials had made short work of the cargo freighters that traversed the Silver Jedi’s section of the Mara corridor. Gutted freighters floated listlessly through space, spilling the precious goods that were meant to feed the Silver Jedi’s people throughout the void. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Fleet formation Gamma Kresh,” Desmond ordered in his rich Imperial accent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The ensign’s hand’s raced across the terminals as the great lumbering vessels that made up Fleet Scourge got into position. The two Allegiance Class Star Destroyers took up the outer perimeter of the wedge. AG-1 took up the port side, while AG-2 took up starboard. As the Allegiances take up the outer perimeter, DR-1, DR-2, DR-3, DR-4, DR-5, form a wedge with DR-3 taking up the tip. The Warlord class carrier positions itself within the center of the Dreadnoughts wedge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]1x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Warlord Class Carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] (Flagship)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]2x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Allegiance Class Star Destroyers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]5x [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dreadnaught Heavy Cruisers[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]WL-1 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AG-1 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]AG-2 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DR-1 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DR-2 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DR-3 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DR-4 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]DR-5 S|H 100|100[/SIZE]
 
Location: Silver Jedi space
Objective: Prepare
Allies: [member="Dish"], Silver Jedi
Enemies: Galactic Empire

It was the calm before the storm that Keira had long ago decided was the worst part of it all. No matter how old she was, or how well-adjusted to the battlefield she claimed to be, the most tedious and tense aspect of any battle was the waiting before it all came together. There was nothing to do then but go over plans that had already been finalized, and while the nerves surrounding this sort of operation were a thing of the past, Keira would have much rather had something more pressing to do than simply look over her gear and remain until the call to deploy sounded.

At least there was something more interesting about this one. Never mind that her experience in boarding ships was fairly nonexistent, but she would be fighting alongside a man she had last seen on the grounds of the Jedi Temple during the coup. They had made a dangerous team then, and more like than not nothing about the years that passed had changed anything. Sliding the magazine of her pistol home, she briefly glanced up to Dish as she holstered the weapon. "More interesting than burning temples, at least." A hint of a smile played at the edges of her mouth, attention turning next to her EE-3 as the tibanna gas cartridge clicked into place, the rifle humming quietly as it drew on its power source. Sighting through the scope briefly the weapon was soon enough slung across her back, clinking quietly against the phrik plating of her armor.

"Just don't go calling me 'ma'am' this time around. Keira is just fine." Her tomahawk came next, clipped at her waist near the pistol, dagger sheathed horizontally along the base of her spine. She hadn't even bothered with her beskad, leaving the blade behind as had become commonplace. The aura it held made it difficult to think straight, and that was the last thing she needed in any fight. Finally bothering to sit and attempt some semblance of relaxation, she went without her helmet for the present moment, allowing it to rest on her lap. "Unless we get word otherwise from command, we're operating on the premise of no survivors. Makes our job easier."
 

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