Laira Darkhold
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"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."- Albert Einstein
Time: 2100 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Chazwa System
Ship: Coreward Bound A-Class Bulk Freighter
Argul walked the bridge of the freighter, bearing a minimal crew of volunteers. They were well aware things for them were not going to go well. They would be lucky to make it out alive, but nonetheless they had volunteered. Their victory was assured, their purpose righteous, and their opposition weak. "Alright, we are running civilian tags and ID and hauling cargo." Scans would pick up a large number of living beings with in the hull as they were running food stuffs in the form of livestock to the planet Chazwa. Livestock in the form of a very hilarious Yuuzhan Vong Biot, praise be the friends from Selvaris for the little buggers. Hundreds of them teamed in the hold of the ship waiting to be released when the time was right. "Customs is gonna stop is in a sec. Follow all instructions they have for us. Just keep the HoloNet feed to the boss open as long as we can. As soon as they detect something fishy, we dump bugs on em and make like cake." Nods and laughs from the small crew erupted for a moment. Maybe this won't be a suicide mission after all.
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Time: 2100 Hours Galactic Standard Time
Location: Five Light Years from Chazwa
Ships: Hra'nadetr Jair'Galaar-class Strike Cruisers (4)
I walked the Launch hangar of the cruiser with several quartermasters and ship's officers following, taking notes and issuing orders to the crew to comply with my wishes. "Clan Vereen forces will hit assisted by Sith and Techno Union leadership and troops. I think the first wave of drop pods should be sixteen gatecrashers, four firestorms, and four maelstroms each ship. Load the firestorms and maelstroms with additional ammunition and medikits as we can."
Quartermaster's changed their datapads ordering the change in Drop Pod configuration rapidly and the conveyor belts overhead began shifting to display this change. The assault would begin in minutes, and the warriors stood ready. Once the jump happened it would be two hundred twenty five seconds until reversion, and then only a few heartbeats until the drop. Every warrior was prepared and gearing up for the drop, fear non-existent, only pride and anticipation.
"Have the missiles changed half to disruptor warheads, half to Boarding Torpedoes. We can fire the disruptors first to cover for the boarders. There will be a lot of sharks in the void as soon as we get there." Up at the fore of the vessel the changes would be made post haste. It was here. It was all that mattered. Only the War.