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The Madclaw The Madclaw Kinley Pryse Kinley Pryse OPEN
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The Crimson Fleet has arrived in the Lothal system dispatched by the Pirate Queen of Hapes herself. Raiders terrorize the local hyperlane while a fearsome looking Battle Dragon overseen by Royal High Commander Kalantha Kalantha and her syndicate escorts set their sights on the planet below. Armored transports and stolen gunships descend into Lothal's atmosphere their holds filled with stimmed up space trash ready to spill some innocent blood and plunder a frontier world for credits or anything else of value.

Most set a course for the capital Lothal City but some of the raiders break off on a different heading, lured by promise of even greater treasure in the old Jedi Temple. They won't hesitate to desecrate sacred ground and blast anyone who tries to stop them. Back up in space Black Sun opens fire on anyone who attempts to escape offworld or rally against the pirate armada while scanning for any signals from Imperial border patrols.

Ransack Lothal for its treasures or stand against the tide of scum and villainy flooding into the system. Somewhere far away in a palace on Nar Shaddaa wealthy vigos and corrupt executives gather to manipulate the markets during this crisis. They indulge in spice and bet with each other on the scale of the Confederation's response. So much profit can be made wagering over the fate of a world.
 

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NO QUARTER

The bridge of her Battle Dragon buzzed with a strange blend of calm and energy, much like her war rooms back on Naboo. Each member of her staff knew what to do and how to get it done, and thus moved with poise rather than scrambling; the same was true now, though they were a crew of Hapan officers and technicians instead of political advisors.

We’ve breached the atmosphere, High Commander,” one of them reported. He was eyeing a flashing terminal carefully, interpreting the data it displayed and translating it into common speak for the rest of the bridge.

Descending,” another officer called out.

Kalantha felt her pulse quicken as Lothal City drew nearer. There were a dozen voices in her head, telling her to stop this madness before it began. She could see their faces clearly in her mind, but they were little more than foggy caricatures of the people she once believed them to be. For every memory of laughter and joy, she had tenfold more from the burning cell on Vaathkree where Black Sun had tortured her.

The Queen Emeritus clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Nobody came for her then, just as nobody is coming for Lothal now—nobody that will survive, at any rate.

We’re in position-

Fire,” Kalantha spat.

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The fleet of Hellfighter cell wasn't more than a few ships. Calling it a fleet, was honestly more a stretch than anything. It was a small flotilla at best.

But that's all it needed to be, to keep under the Imperial Confederation's watch. However, it did mean that raids like this were inevitable. Anthony knew it. Someone like this wanted nothing more than to pillage the planet for all it was worth.

What that meant, wasn't much these days. Lothal was slowly recovering from being turned into a wasteland by the Empire of the Lost.

But, wastelands did do wonders for keeping a low profile. No one expected anything alive there.

And no one expected it.

The shields of Lothal City would hold. They had to.

For now though, out of the wastelands, came a response. A swarm of fighters, two squadrons worth of Rebel Pilots ready to defend their home.

And among them, A single jedi fighter. Bee-lining for the Crimson Fleet's Flagship.

 

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FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
EMERGENCY OBJECTIVE: STOP THE BLACK SUN
LOTHAL CITY, LOTHAL


To say that the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant was furious was an understatement.

Granted, they hadn't really expected much from a bunch of filthy pirates and criminals, but they had at least expected the Black Sun to honor its tacit agreement with the Imperial Remnant to not attack any Imperial Confederation aligned worlds in exchange for access to Mahporeem's sprawling planetary junkyards.

As of this morning, that agreement was now very much null and void.

The Imperial Remnant had put together a response force as quickly as it could, sending to Lothal and quartet of Vilifier-class Star Destroyers and a number of Nebulon Fire-class Light Carriers and CR125 Corvettes, determined to prevent the Black Sun's navy from pillaging the planet and killing its citizens. However, since the Imperial Remnant really wanted to drive home the extent of their displeasure with the criminal syndicate, they decided to send just one more ship to participate in Lothal's defense.

For months, she had been stuck in drydock, under going extensive repairs, maintenance and refitting in preparation for the Imperial Remnant's attack on Sith-held space. However, her first bit of action since Brosi would not be against the force users, but rather against the scum that was attempting to attack a planet without warning or any formal declaration of war. That ship? The one and only MIN Collateral Star!

Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill sat up straight in his command chair as the Collateral Star came out of hyperspace, surrounded by Vilifiers, Nebulon Fire-class Light Carriers and CR125 Corvettes. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride toward the ship he was commanding: she was, after all, the largest and most heavily armed in all the Mahporeem Imperial Navy, and ever since she had been refitted, the Collateral Star had become even more powerful and infinitely more deadly. Whatever the Black Sun had brought with them would be no match for the might of the Collateral Star!

The only problem? The Collateral Star was such a large and heavy capital ship that she could not descend into the planet's atmosphere, leaving her stranded in space as chaos and destruction rained down below. Luckily, Zonill had brought a number of other ships with him, all of which were more than atmosphere capable. They would have to take care of things down there while he "held the fort" above the planet, as it were. Zonill gave his orders to his assembled fleet:

"All Vilifier-class Star Destroyers may begin there descent toward the planet immediately. You are free to engage Black Sun forces as you see fit: use of lethal force has been fully authorized for this mission. Collateral damage and civilian casualties are to be kept to a minimum. Be careful down there: these Black Sun are not to be underestimated, and once they are driven off world, you are to hold position and not chase them under any circumstances. All other forces are to hold position above orbit. Good luck to all, and may the galaxy be with us."

With that, the four Vilifiers began their descent toward Lothal City, where word of some sort of Hapan Battle Fleet attacking military and civilian targets had reached Zonill and the Mahporeenian High Command. Zonill swallowed as the rest of his fleet took up defensive positions around his ship: he was, of course, acutely aware of the bounty that had been placed on his vessel, and he didn't doubt that Black Sun would try to board and capture the ship or even destroy it outright. Nonetheless, if that meant less Black Sun forces were available to attack the planet, than that was to Zonill's advantage.

Plus, he had to admit, he was looking forward to testing out all of the new weapons and equipment that had been fitted aboard the Collateral Star. What better way to do so than in a rather target rich environment?

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Location: Hangar Bay - MIN Collateral Star
Mission Objective:

  • Protect Lothal City airspace.
  • Protect doonium warehouses.
Tag: Nero Drake Nero Drake Kalantha Kalantha Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane
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The Imperials held little love for the population of Lothal. Soured by past history, most were content to let the Lothalites succumb to their fate of suffering the inevitable deprivations that freedom would bring. Among them being the ravages of pirates, cartels, Dark Side cults, predatory multisystem conglomerates, and rogue warlords. Along that vein, some of the Imperials who had arrived in the system in response to the incursion were not motivated by the desire to truly protect the Lothalites from the predations of the Black Sun raiders who sought to rob them of their treasures.

Rather, they had arrived to protect Imperial assets.

For Priesse, that was a cluster of warehouses in Lothal City which housed large quantities of doonium. Although many of the latest Imperial starship designs had moved away from using the material, a few Imperial-aligned corporations still made use of it. That made the warehouses valuable and at the very least, worthy of a degree of protection proportionate to their potential output.

“This is Titan Ten, reporting all systems green. Requesting clearance for takeoff!” Priesse called into her comm as she powered on her TIE’s main drives. The craft was freshly repaired from the battle against the pirates along the Perlemian Trade Route, where it had sustained damage in a dogfight against the pirate wing commander. In that, Priesse had only managed to save herself (and the starfighter) through her reflexes. The Seseli knew that she had been outflown in the initial stages of that fight, and had since spent countless hours in the simulator pod replaying similar scenarios until the correct responses were etched into muscle memory.

“Takeoff clearance granted. Good hunting, Titan Ten.” The flight controller replied in a crisp, professional tone.

The memory of the dogfight against the pirate wing commander replayed once more in her mind as a ghostly afterimage of near-disaster. Then, she shook the thought away, delicate fingers tightening around the yoke as her lips pursed in concentration. She engaged the main drives with a surge of power, before guiding her TIE out from the hangar and into the open sky over Lothal City.


Craft: FAE/TIE Series “Sprite” Ultralight Starfighter
 
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N O_Q U A R T E R

IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION
LOTHAL, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Lothal. A world that was well known for it's rebel activity, having once been at the forefront of the failed rebellion against the Empire of the Lost over a year ago. Since the rise of the Imperial Confederation, the planet had been left to it's own devices with the Confederation largely ignoring the rebel hub even as mercenaries raided it a few months ago. But now, the Black Sun had arrived at the Confederation's doorstep striking at Lothal right as they were mobilizing their forces to renew their offensive against the Sith Order in the Thandon Star Cluster.

In normal circumstances, given their history with Lothal, the Confederation would have left the rebel world to it's fate. But it's proximity to the Confederation and the timing of the attack required a response against an enemy that sought to try it's luck against them while they were busy planning to wage war against their other enemies. It was an ironic twist of fate, a world that had rejected Imperialism would find itself being saved from a major pirate raid by the very people they hated, more proof that Security was far more valuable then freedom.

Soon enough Fleet Admiral Kaine Hamilton would found himself on his way to Lothal having taken command of one of the formations of the Instrop Sector Fleet, the 28th Naval Squadron. It was a modest fleet comprised of Carriers, Light Cruisers and Frigates organized in a way that would fit the rapid-response nature of this specific deployment. Already Mahporeem had deployed their own forces to the system including the MIV Collateral Star which did create a possible risk given that there was an active bounty on that warship, but regardless it was a good first step in crushing the Black Sun's raid.

With the arrival of Mahporeem's rapid-response fleet, it wouldn't be long before Admiral Hamilton arrived with his own Squadron at the edge of Lothal's gravity well ready to engage the forces of the Black Sun that had come to pillage the rebel world. As soon as his Squadron had arrived at Lothal, Hamilton was quick to open a channel with Admiral Zonill. "Admiral Zonill, this is Admiral Hamilton. I have the 28th Naval Squadron at my disposal and we're ready to assist your forces in driving out this criminal scum. Let me know if there is anything i can do to help." he stated.

He then turned to the Senior communications officer and gave him a simple instruction. "Open a channel with the enemy flagship. I would like to speak to their commander." he stated. Soon enough a secure line of communications had been established between Hamilton and the commanding officer of the opposing Crimson Fleet. "This is Admiral Kaine Hamilton of the Imperial Confederation to the Crimson Fleet of the Black Sun. Surrender immediately or face complete annihilation. This world is now under the protection of the Imperial Confederation."


  • Fleet Admiral Hamilton arrives in orbit of Lothal with the 28th Naval Squadron of the Instrop Sector Fleet and confronts the Black Sun raiders
  • Contact is established with Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill to coordinate the Imperial response to the Black Sun raid
  • Fleet Admiral Hamilton delivers an ultimatum to the Black Sun demanding their immediate surrender.

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Tags [Hostiles] | Kalantha Kalantha | Nero Drake Nero Drake | Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun
Tags [Friendlies] | Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | Priesse Namada Priesse Namada

 
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"Her majesty is picking up Imperial destroyers in system, mates. Start the clock."

Nero activated an analog countdown in the cockpit of his Fiend starfighter. He pulled up from his escort run to Lothal City as the first wave of pirate scum landed. They would spread out and raise hell from street to street until the smart ones remembered when to make a run for it. Blowing the local patrols out of the sky had been easy enough with surprise on their side.

"Picking up some locals on a course to the Battle Dragon."

He adjusted his heading to chase Gray Sun's interceptors as they took off from remote hidden airfields in the countryside. Hutt Space teemed with desperate life for Black Sun to recruit from so when Nero broadcast a new threat dozens of pirate ships joined him in a disorganized and formationless pursuit. Others broke off to form a mighty enough swarm for all the Imperial TIE squadrons that would soon be bearing down on Lothal City.

"Karabast!" Nero cursed, fighting against his stick in the turbulent atmosphere, "These sleemos are better trained than most bush pilots."
 

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33 Fighters.

That's all they could spare right now.

Anthony let out a breath as he focused on his job. Squadron Leader.

<Black Sun Fighters Incoming Sun Leader.>

"I see 'em. Focus on the Corvettes for now, the more we can bleed the Imps, the better."


Anthony missed the days in the Core. Things were simpler then. Fighting the sith, the Empire. This was busy.

One of the squadrons broke off, heading straight for Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane 's corvettes. Those laser cannons would be trouble, and they knew that.

The truth was, the rebels weren't as much interested in bleeding the Black Sun's blood. They wanted to pit the Empire against them. And yet, Anthony knew this would be the moment the Black Sun remembered when the rebellion sat them down at the negotiating table. For a moment, Anthony wondered if it was too late to simply pay them to piss off.

As of now, he didn't think so. The pirates wanted glory, plunder, not a cheap paycheck.

The wings of his fighter opened, and he flipped the switches on his fighter's power distribution. Two mid-range turbolasers, ready to fire. That's what was waiting for the pirate.

All the while, the Flyswatters kept their distance from the Corvettes. Opening up with their own heavy turbolasers. Some of the more experienced pilots got closer, using the recoil of their own guns to throw the targetting systems of the corvettes off when they suddenly were flung backwards into an uncontrollable spin. Or at least, it seemed uncontrolled.

 


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LOCATION: Entering Lothal Planetary sector
TAG: Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane | Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton | Priesse Namada Priesse Namada | Kalantha Kalantha | Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun | Nero Drake Nero Drake
Vessel: NZ Armitor, w. full squadron

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There wasn't originally a survey planned within the Lothal sector, though the N&Z did have a minor deal with a few of the mining companies which held the leases on the Lothal mines. It was because while small, they still held a stake in the ores which came from Lothal, that Amalia decided to have a personal look when reports started to come in about the tradelanes near Lothal being compromised. The fact that the immediate Imperial chatter on the holonet was quite bafflingly loud gave additional concern. As such, rather than utilizing the minor sector fleet she had at her disposal near Corvus, the Chief Executive Officer of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation sought to immediately investigate the issue, bringing merely the standard vessel issued by the N&Z security forces which incorporated the necessary fighters and ground personel, but were far from suited to actually wage any sort of huge military maneuver, with at best a supporting role in any event being rolled out for them.

Still, as she went to Lothal not as Governor of Corvus, but in her position as mandated CEO of the N&Z, she was technically not allowed to engage any hostile forces unless when threatened anyway.

As soon as the NZ Armitor reached the Lothal Planetary system, it became clear that perhaps Amalia might have been smarter if she were to bring her actual fleet, even if the initial engagements did not seem to be all that overwhelming, but knowing how generally things tended to go, the Governor of Corvus quickly ordered the communications' officer on deck to establish a secure line with the Imperial Confederation vessels within the system.

"Imperial Fleet, this is Amalia Visconti, Chief Executive Officer of the N&Z Umbrella Corporation and Governor of the Corvus Planetary system," It was a long line to ramble on, but considering the situation it was best to make it crystal clear who she was and which position both corporately and politically she held. "I request access to any and all information regarding the situation on Lothal. Corporate assets may need withdrawal depending on the situation. I also request further intel on wether or not we should temporarily reroute our tradefleets."

Looking at the blips and codes on the screen near the command chair, she sighed and turned towards the first mate, her eyebrows arching slightly as she tried to make sense of the individual transponder codes she was picking up near Lothal. "Are any of these Imperial?? I don't think those are the right codes, but they don't seem to have any correlation with the Sith or the Mandalorians far as I can tell. Can we verify them?"

 
Location: Lothal City Airspace - Lothal
Mission Objective:

  • Protect Lothal City airspace.
  • Protect doonium warehouses.
Tag: Nero Drake Nero Drake Kalantha Kalantha Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun Ronhar Tane Ronhar Tane Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory Amalia Visconti | Mira Rhory
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Priesse’s eyes widened with surprise as the scanner returns lit up her HUD readout while the Ghost Link filled her awareness with a stream of data. The system recognized several of the sensor signatures as starship models which she had previously encountered in her combat sortie along the Perlemian only a few weeks before. Among them were Cumulus-class snub-fighters, Uglies, several open-market CorelliSpace-produced ships, and a chaotic mishmash of other ships.

These were pirates!

Realizing that there was a not-insignificant chance that some among these pirates had participated in the raids along the Perlemian, Priesse’s eyes lit up with equal parts excitement and focus. Gripping the yoke, she drove her TIE into a dive, vectoring towards a group of descending pirate dropships that were attempting to make landfall in the city.

They were exposed and vulnerable in the open sky.

HEAT rounds spat out from her TIE’s chin-mounted railgun autocannons, stitching a line of death across the first open-topped dropship. Plasma detonations ripped through its belly, tearing the craft apart from the inside out in a flurry of plasma detonations. The pirates aboard fared no better, their bodies—whether intact or blown apart—sent careening to the streets below in terminal descents. Priesse wove around the dropship’s burning carcass before firing on another one. Another burst of HEAT rounds, another violent eruption, and a second dropship fell from the sky like a stricken bird.

“Splash two!” Priesse called out, her voice rising with no small amount of elation as she drew back on the yoke to pull her TIE up into an ascent.

However, two kills were only a small stemming of the tide. Most of the pirate dropships had already made landfall, disembarking their raiders into the city’s arteries. While the ground fight was not her immediate concern, the thought of those marauders reaching the doonium warehouses lingered uneasily in the back of her mind.

Still, she couldn’t afford to dwell on the possibility. The sky was now swarming with pirate starfighters, their aggressive vectors painting her HUD with threat markers.

As a torrent of precognitive shimmers manifested vectoring fighters, searing lasers, and incandescent explosions within her awareness, Priesse sensed that the battle for the airspace over Lothal City had only just begun.


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The only problem? The Collateral Star was such a large and heavy capital ship that she could not descend into the planet's atmosphere, leaving her stranded in space as chaos and destruction rained down below.

One of the Syndicate's armored freighters veered toward the Collateral Star.

Aboard the freighter sat the one they called the Ghost of Kashyyyk, the White Wookiee, the Madclaw. The enforcer the Black Sun sent when they did not care to leave survivors.

"Closer," growled Madclaw to his pilot.

All around them, the battle began to rage. But the Madclaw did not care. He had seen horrors at the edge of the universe beyond comprehension. This skirmish was nothing.

Stretching out with a clawed paw, he seized a passing proton torpedo with nothing but the Force itself. Aphotic power flowing through him, the Madclaw spun the torpedo around and hurled it at the nearest gun battery of the Collateral Star.

And his freighter drew ever closer, coming in hot.

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The silence following Admiral Hamilton's ultimatum was just long enough to be uncomfortable. Then, the channel opened.

Royal High Commander Kalantha did not rise from her command throne or raise her voice. She simply regarded the Imperial Admiral with the same expression she had once reserved for obstinate senators.

"Surrender?" she repeated, her tone mimicking how absurd she thought the command was.

Behind her, the Battle Dragon's command deck came alive as new friendly contacts began to bloom across the tactical display. Dozens at first, then hundreds; surely the Imperials, with all their supposed might and tactical prowess, hadn't believed the forward Hapan fleet was Black Sun's only surprise above Lothal?

"I was a queen long before you decided Lothal was worth noticing," Kalantha continued, her voice steady and cold.

Her eyes flicked toward the sensor officer, followed by a calculating nod.

"Proceed."

On her command, the void split open behind Lothal's far hemisphere. Hyperspace ruptures tore wide as massive silhouettes emerged in disciplined waves—first the unmistakable disk of a Lucrehulk, its armored hull bristling with point-defense batteries already warming to life. Then something broader, uglier, and unmistakably Hutt in origin: an Azalus-class dreadnaught slid into realspace like a predator breaching dark water.

Cruisers followed. Warships. Frigates. Gozantis, spilling fighters into the battle like hornets upon a child who'd kicked the nest. Kalantha leaned forward slightly, a terrible smirk splitting her pale complexion.

"You mistake piracy for desperation," she said. "This is a demonstration."

The Battle Dragon's prow rotated, its massive ventral cannons aligning with the Vilifiers. The rest of the Hapan fleet spooled cannons, turrets, and lasers. Stella-class frigates moved into position, releasing squadrons of Miy-til starfighters. The field was heavy with Hapan and Crimson Dawn signatures.

"All Crimson Fleet elements," her voice cut across the command net, sharp and absolute.

"Engage."

The swarm of Hapan and Hutt ships expanded, pressing in and spreading out to accomplish their objectives. Kalantha's gaze returned to the monitor, now flickering as jamming fields thickened.

"You came here to protect a world who’s hated Imperials for centuries," she prodded. "I came to remind you who decides when a system burns."

The channel cut, just as the Crimson Fleet unleashed a massive volley of cannon fire and lasers.

Beta Cruisers surged forward, their long-range batteries spearing down through the upper atmosphere as Hapan gunboats screamed past them, streaking fire into the flanks of the descending Star Destroyers.

Nova-class battle cruisers opened up in disciplined salvos, raking against Imperial shields. StarVipers flooded the area, carving at escort corvettes while Kimogilas and Kihraxz squadrons hammered carrier formations. Gozantis detached, vectoring toward the Collateral Star in wide arcs—close enough to threaten, far enough to force her batteries to split fire.

Annihilation had been threatened, but the Imperials would soon find they were only parroting their own fate.

 

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FLEET ADMIRAL VORIN ZONILL
EMERGENCY OBJECTIVE: STOP THE BLACK SUN
LOTHAL CITY, LOTHAL


"Status report?", Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill asked as he stood up to survey the battlefield around him.

"Sir", Captain Sellferr replied as he began to pull up various Holodisplays all over the command deck of the MIN Collateral Star. Though the ship had spent months being refit for hostilities with the Sith Order, and had been upgraded to essentially be able to operate by itself thanks to the addition of an ATLAS Mk I High Efficiency Droid Brain and ATHENA DCOS-1L Operating System, men like Sellferr and Zonill were still vitally important to ensuring that the ship ran as efficiently as possible, and that any major decisions would be made by only the most qualified individuals possible.

Such a decision was just about to present itself to the Fleet Admiral.

"The Vilifier, Plunderer, Adjudicator and Take No Prisoners have made contact with the enemy fleet. It seems that the Black Sun was somehow able to microjump multiple vessels into Lothal's atmosphere without warning, likely by exploiting their Hapan Battle Dragon's Pulse mass generator tubes."

Zonill grimaced at the news. "A trap, then. How fitting of them. What else?"

"The enemy fleet is proving to be quite extensive, containing a multitude of vessels including a Lucrehulk-class Battleship, an Azalus-class dreadnaught, Stella-class frigates, Beta Cruisers, Hapan gunboats-the list goes on and on."

"Hell of a fleet for a raid", Zonill commented. "Either Lothal has something of value that we don't know about, or Commander Kalantha Kalantha has some sort of personal stake in the destruction of the planet's cities and defenses. How are the Vilifiers holding out?"

"Not well, sir. They've launched all available squadrons of STX-TIEs, AX-Wings and Lambda-class YT-1760 Annihilators, but to put things simply, I'm afraid they're all quite outmatched. They won't last long against what the Black Sun is throwing at them."

Zonill cursed silently as he thought about what the best course of action was to take. There was no way he could go down to the planet to aid them-the Collateral Star was far to heavy to be able to operate within a planet's atmosphere-and even if he could he was sure that all the Vilifiers would be destroyed by the time he arrived to assist. That being said...

"What about the immediate space around us, Captain? Have we detected any signs of capital ships?"

"Negative sir, just a number of starfighters harassing our Corvettes and an armed freighter barring straight for the Collateral Star. A couple of Gozantis flying about as well. They're harassing our Corvettes quite effectively though, I might add", Sellferr replied dryly.

Zonill scowled. He could tell that many of the fighters attacking his forces were not from the Black Sun but were rather affiliated with the Wild Space Rebellion, a faction that Zonill was unfortunately intimately acquainted with.

Admiral Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton had already arrived to back Zonill up, hailing his ship with an offer of assistance. Zonill was happy to take him up on the offer.

"This is Fleet Admiral Zonill to Admiral Hamilton, your assistance could not be more timely. I've got Mahporeenian forces engaging a Black Sun fleet on the surface of the planet. I intend to wipe that fleet from existence, and will be firing enough ordinance to potentially destroy the planet several times over. I've got some pesky starfighters and sub-capital ships harassing my screeners-perhaps you might be so kind as to take care of them?"

His first transmission sent, Zonill next turned his attention to Kalantha Kalantha .

"Commander Kalantha Kalantha , I must congratulate you. Your fleet is as impressive as you are stupid. If you wish to perish within the planet's atmosphere, then so be it."

As Zonill ordered his Vilifiers to retreat back into the vacuum of space, the Collateral Star began to turn itself portside, so that it could bring to bear the most amount of guns possible onto the Black Sun fleet before. Scanners and sensors began flaring all across the planet as the ship's
NZ MTS "Bloodhound" System began identifying targets of interest for Zonill to engage. Hundreds of Turbolaser Cannons, Long Guns, Heavy Guns, Laser Cannons and NZ RTL1 Launcher Turrets were now primed to begin bombarding the enemy forces beneath the Collateral Star's position. All Zonill had to do was give the order to engage.

He did so gladly.

"OPEN FIRE!"

The Collateral Star began firing with nearly every weapon that it had, as it tried to completely eradicate any existence of the Black Sun fleet. Since Zonill didn't have to yet worry about enemy capital ships attacking him, he was able to focus nearly every heavy weapon emplacement he had at his disposal at targeting his foes down below.

That just left one more transmission to send. Zonill opened up a general broadcast, hoping that the rebel fighters attacking his ship would be able to hear him:

"This is Fleet Admiral Vorin Zonill of the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant and the Imperial Confederation. You are hereby ordered to stand down and vacate this battlefield immediately. We are not your enemy today, and you are actively preventing us from protecting your planet!"

Zonill killed the comms and relayed a final order to Sellferr.

"Deploy eight squadrons of TIE Vultures against the rebel craft. I want them off my Corvettes NOW!"

Hundreds of the droid fighters began streaming out of the Collateral Star, engaging both the rebel craft and Black Sun starfighters. As they began their attacks, the now forgotten about armed freighter fired what appeared to be a proton missile at the Collateral Star. It naturally did next to nothing against a ship so heavily armed and armored, though it did damage a single point defense laser turret. The freighter also seemed to attract the attention of one of Zonill's CR125 Corvettes, which began firing its laser cannons at the attacking craft. It further released a flight of AX-Wings to destroy the enemy vessel, not wanting to take any chances against the Black Sun and whatever it was that they had to thrown against Zonill's assets.
  1. Zonill's Vilifiers get ambushed by a massive Black Sun fleet.​
  2. Zonill asks Admiral Hamilton to assist him in destroying enemy starfighters attacking his corvettes​
  3. Zonill begins firing at the Black Sun fleet below with nearly every weapon aboard the Collateral Star, as he orders his Vilifiers to retreat​
  4. Zonill contacts Kalantha Kalantha to taunt her and Anthony Gray Sun Anthony Gray Sun to call off his fighters while deploying 160 TIE Vultures
  5. A CR125 Corvette begins engaging the armed freighter that is attacking the Collateral Star, and deploys 4 AX-Wings against the craft​




 
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The sky over Lothal was on fire.

Not metaphorically, actually burning, streaked with tracer fire and the spiraling wreckage of starfighters tearing through the clouds. Sirens wailed from the city below, their cries swallowed by thunderous detonations as Black Sun raiders descended in force. Dropships knifed through the air, disgorging pirates and mercenaries onto streets, rooftops, and landing pads with practiced cruelty. This wasn't a strike. It was a feeding frenzy.

On the ground, the chaos rolled forward on repulsor engines.

Kinley Pryse leaned into the handlebars of her speeder bike as the column surged across the plains, dust and scorched grass whipping past in a blur. Tanks rumbled alongside them, ugly, solid things, their cannons already swiveling skyward to swat at low-flying raiders. Blasterfire stitched the air overhead, green and red bolts flashing like violent lightning as Black Sun airspeeders strafed anything that moved.

They weren't here to hold the line.

They were here to hit back.

"Doonium warehouses dead ahead," someone barked over the comm, the signal crackling with interference. "Multiple hostiles on approach..looks like they know what they want."

Of course they did. Doonium paid well, and Black Sun never missed a chance to turn blood into profit.

Kinley's jaw set as the warehouse district came into view, vast durasteel structures rising from the plains, already ringed by smoke and muzzle flashes. Pirates swarmed the perimeter, planting charges, cutting down defenders, laughing as they tore into Lothal's lifeblood. Overhead, a transport exploded in a blossom of fire, raining debris across the road.

She gunned the engine harder.

Speeders screamed forward. Tanks opened fire. And Kinley Pryse rode straight into the storm, the ground shaking beneath her as Lothal burned and the battle for the Doonium began.








A Smooth Criminal

 
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Aboard the YV929 Armed Freighter Lucky Shot
The freighter also seemed to attract the attention of one of Zonill's CR125 Corvettes, which began firing its laser cannons at the attacking craft. It further released a flight of AX-Wings to destroy the enemy vessel, not wanting to take any chances against the Black Sun and whatever it was that they had to thrown against Zonill's assets.

"Oh shit," muttered the pilot.

"I see it," grunted the Madclaw.

The gunners in the freighter began firing away, trying to keep the AX-Wings off of the freighter as it moved toward the Collateral Star.

Reaching out into the Force once again, the Dark Jedi Master stretched out his will until he could wrap it fully around the superstructure of the CR125 corvette's cylindrical bridge.

The Dark Side roared within the White Wookiee as he funneled his rage and hate into a single, awesome act of telekinetic savagery.

Metal warped and buckled. The corvette's bridge groaned, the strength exerted upon it simply too much. And assuredly, bit by bit, the Madclaw tore away the bridge from the rest of the corvette. In the silence of space, the shearing metal and the screams did not reach him, but he witnessed the puffs of explosive decompression.

"Keep moving forward."

And they drew even closer to the Collateral Star.

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