Aran Finn
Redeemed
Javin, Javin Sector, The Outer Rim Territories
Seroth-class Cruiser - The Defiance
This was, by what could only be called a long shot, the best ship Alen Na'Varro had ever traveled on. And so soon after joining the Lords of the Fringe, the powers that be had seen fit to throw him the keys, so to speak. She was a beauty. Functional, with more guns than seemed reasonable and gods she was solid. She was small but the Force knew she packed a hell of a punch. Formidable, quick, beautiful ... Alen, from his post on the bridge, almost ran a hand along a railing before pulling himself back. He loved ships, but he wasn't keen on getting a strange reputation. Especially amongst friends so new. Heh ... this ship almost pulled a genuine smile from Na'Varro. And those were not easy to come by.This was strange. 835 ABY was not a time he thought he would ever see, and yet here he was, once again leading a fleet into war. The Defiance was at the head of the smaller Invasion Fleet, which would slip by while the larger Orbital Domination Fleet engaged Javin's rapidly scrambling Defence Fleet, which was still forming into something similar to an Alpha-One formation in close orbit. Javin's Fleet seemed to be centered around a few aging heavy cruisers. There were a few cruisers and a small number of semi-modern frigates, but all in all the defenders seemed like cannon fodder. They would not present much of a problem.
- This is Na'Varro to all Invasion ships. Break off from the main formation and begin landing operations. - Na'Varro had never been one for impassioned speeches. The separation was preparation, in his eyes, and if the Fringe forces were not prepared, they would fail. There was little chance of that, however. From what he had seen, the Fringe was strong and Javin was relatively weak. It would fall. Seemingly as one, the ships of the Invasion Fleet broke off from the Orbital Domination Fleet and commenced their descent. These ships were mainly small vessels ... frigates, corvettes, fighters, gunships and landing craft. Once they were groundside they would march on the capital, defeat any ground defenders and take important government buildings. And then there were the rumours of the existence of a Royal Sceptre, an object of mysterious otherworldly origins that was rumoured to enhance the Force usage of its wielder. It was the symbol of government of Javin and as such it had been made an objective. The dominion would go on without it, but it helped to have an object that helped maintain legitimacy.
The Defiance began entering the atmosphere now, receiving fire from Javin's ground defences, but the ridiculous levels of shielding held firm against the sporadic assault. Alen could feel the G-forces ravaging his face and gritted his teeth. He could not wait to feel his feet touch the soil of this Gods-forsaken world, if only so he could hit something. If it was with his lightsaber or his fists, he couldn't care less.