The Last Son

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: Create the personal Flagship vessel of Vora Kaar's Errant Fleet
- Image Source:
- Artstation
- Errant Fleet Symbol edited and provided by
Darth Voyance as a personal image for me to use within confines of the Warlords of the Sith Faction.
- Canon Link: N/A
- Permissions: Technoid Permission
- Primary Source: N/A
- Manufacturer:
- Affiliation:
- Market Status: Closed Market
- Model: Nesanto Asmenys - "The Bastard's Blade"
- Production: Unique
- Material:

TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS
- Classification: Battlecruiser, Carrier
- Length: 5,000 Meters
- Width: 1,900 Meters
- Height: 600 Meters
- Armament: Extreme
- Mass-Driver Autocannons
- Solar Ionization Cannons
- Quadbarrel Heavy Turbolaser Turrets
- Megamaser Batteries
- Incinerator-Class Railgun
- Missile Launchers
- Broadside Mass-Driver Cannons
- Broadside Flak Guns
- Null-Burst Projectors
- Energy Web Projectors
- Orbital Autocannons
- Orbital Strike Cannons
- Shield Leach Weapon
- Defenses: Very High
- Defensive Weapon Systems
- Shielding Systems
- Electronic Countermeasures
- Cap Drain
- Missile Deactivation Transmitter
- Full-Spectrum Distortion Projector
- Electrmagentic Emissions Emitter
- Energy Baffler
- Hangar Space: Extreme - 50 Squadrons
- Hangar Allocations:
- Starfighters: 35 squadrons
- Support Craft: 15 squadrons
- Maneuverability Rating: Very Low
- Speed Rating: Very Low
- Hyperdrive: No Hyperdrive
ADVANCED SYSTEMS

STRENGTHS
- Ever Onward: Impressive firepower presented towards the enemy, as well as impressive defensive systems, and shielding. It also supports an absolutely massive hangar capacity. Allowing it to be a Super-Carrier while sporting its on firepower. Being the Flagship of Vora Kaar's Forces within the Order of the Few, it is built for the specific purpose of being able to bring the pain.
- Forward In All Things: Almost the entirety of the weapons and defensive systems are facing forward or are on Port/Starboard Sides. A severe weakness is from that of the rear of the ship. A much faster vessel of any kind could quite easily round about the Bastards Blade and take out the engine systems or do more severe damage to the vessel as a whole.
- Low and Slow: As any kind of vessel built the way it is, The Bastard's blade is incredibly slow, and can barely move.
- Its not there?: As a ship for this size, specifically meant to be a flagship vessel of a fleet, coming without a hyperdrive is a question many wonder upon and its tactics. Thus, for this ship, it would require third party additons of other ships initiating a jump into Hyperspace with this ship in tow, or other means.
A massive Thunder rolled from within one of the many hangar bays. The "Battle Rattle" of the Order's Troopers as they marched in front and center. The gleaming red coloration flooded the hangar as Vora looked down upon them. Tash stood beside him barely noticing any of what was taking place. The Captain of the vessel, a rather interesting looking fellow came over to the Lord. Bowing his head before indicating the troopers.
"Sir, your crew of the Bastard's Blade."
"I see."
Finding a sudden fascination in his boots, the captain looked up again and presented himself once more time. This time, indicating the door behind the Lord and Apprentice.
"The other Captains of your fleet are meeting in discussion about our possible moves now that your vessel will be head of the Order's Fleets."
"What of it?"
"I- Its- "
"Speak clearly please."
"Yes Sir. They are talking about using it against the Warlords."
Tash just began to roll her eyes. Nodding to the troops as though she would take care of it for Vora while he dealt with the captains. Turning around, the Lord of Strength pressed onward through the halls. Monocromatic black. Waxed and so clearly glossed he could look down and see a clear mirror of his helmeted face. Boots almost stomping towards the chamber in which the Captains, and Admirals would be meeting. Many of they already in talking of this take over of the Warlords of the Sith. They hoped for much it seemed. Hissing of doors opening with a wave of Kaar's hand, allowed the individual to walk through and hear the dying tones of the current speaker.
"We should strike.... now."
"M'lord."
Vora's faceplate and gaze moved through the room as the door closed behind him. Hissing shut with the Captain still outside. Slow and steady steps were taken forward to be resting his hands upon the table. Leaning forward with head down. Inspecting the mark left behind from his glove.
"Strike who?"
Silence.
"Strike at who?"
"The Warlords, Sir."
"We have barely a functioning flagship for the Order, after spending so much time working on the Sun Furnace, yet you wish to waste all of that in a battle against every Warlord?"
"No, the-"
"You believe me to not have an idea of the plan you have?"
Silence once more befell the group. Some standing, others sitting. Vora stood up straight. Removing the hood to show off the blackened dome. Soft and almost delicate steps were taken out towards the window. The glass opening up to the void of space with the Sun Furnace within view. Staring at it with the faceplate, the man continued.
"Yet."
"I'm sorry?"
"We have plenty of time to build ourselves. More than enough resources to build the Order, and potential allies within the Warlords. Striking now would be entirely foolish. Considering many of said Warlords, follow my example."
"I doubt you have as much influence as you believe."
"I know how much I have Admiral Hessen. However, Your doubts are a weakness."
"So say a Sith. A man who doub-kkgt!"
His frame stayed still. Unmoving. Unwavering. Still as stone. Unable to speak or move. Hardly being able to breathe as though his body was now being held within a skin tight casket. The Onyx helmet turned over his shoulder. Looking backward towards him as though his words were defying the man.
"Yet here you still stand Admiral. If it were not for your expertise with tactics within the Sith Empire, I would crush your lungs. Deflate them to expel every breath of air you take from me. Will I seek to bring myself within the Warlords? Maybe. Will I see that they be brought down? Maybe. It depends on how long they can last. The Keepers died for being too brash. Acting too soon. Siding with known traitors of their countrymen. Would you see yourself the same way Hessen?"
A few groans with Vora finally releasing him to be able to breathe properly. While normally the Lord tend to keep his anger in check around his men, people who followed him, he lost it here. There was a time for everything. As a being of the force, Vora has windows and doors to which he could see through that this admiral could not. A direct turn to all within the room, Many gave snide looks to the man who was choking due to the rush of oxygen in his lungs. Defying the one person in the room that could replace them all out of defiance. Failure of any form, was not accepted. Doubts, would lead to failure. Vora sought to quash these doubts.
"Our time will come to strike. Yet. Yet, gentlemen. We have time on our side."

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