The Devil's Lair | CIS Invasion of TJE's Copero Hex

[Malok]

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The gift of the stars was gained through Hyperspace.

A simple glance to the annals of history would point the blame at the advent of Hyperspace travel. If it were not for this monumental advancement, the oppression of countless worlds would not have been a possibility. If not for the capacity to manifest the might of one’s nation at any given moment, Galactic borders would never have grown - or been established to begin with. Now, eons after the first dive into the blur between stars, the Confederacy of Independent Systems looked to the past as they targeted the present. In recent months, a new shadow had fallen over the Unknown Regions. A new darkness which threatened to corrupt and spread across the Galaxy.

There was no longer a Galactic Alliance to keep them at bay. There was no longer the threat of a mighty crusade to prevent this corruption from infecting every system in its path. And the Confederacy, having learned firsthand just what this new threat was capable of...found themselves rising up to meet the shadow. They would not suffer another Empire to live. They would not stand idly by and watch as vermin feasted upon the carcass of their fallen ally. They would not do nothing as trillions of lives hung in the balance. And so, the Southern Systems resolved to cut through the so-called Jen’ari Empire - and the pages of history dictated where they would make the first slice. As a budding nation upon the Galactic stage, the new threat would need the capacity to spread their influence as quickly as possible. They would require the means to project their power upon every system they desired.

And that power was through diving into the depths of Hyperspace. That power stemmed from their Shipyards. Thus, the fate of the Copero system had been sealed the moment that the top brass put their heads together. They identified it as a vital part of the Jen’ari body - and by tearing it free they would strike a crippling blow to the budding darkness. They would smother the fledgling nation before it had an opportunity to truly advance across the stars. But as was the case with any vital resource, the Confederacy anticipated heavy resistance. Any adversary worth their salt would do well to guard their most valuable resources - and therefore the Confederacy unleashed an armada spearheaded by one of her most assets: the Fortressa.

In the present moment, the Confederate forces raced northward through Hyperspace. And though they brought nothing but engines of destruction to the Chiss world, there was no true malice for the azure-skinned peoples to be found anywhere among their midst. This, simply, was but a necessary sacrifice for the good of their own people. For the peace of the Southern Systems to be assured, they would have to silence the lives of many who resided peacefully upon the planet this day. And though the question of morals hung in the balance, one thing remained absolutely certain: this was a price that the Confederacy was willing to pay to ensure the continuation of their way of life. The Chiss of Copero would die so that they could continue to live.

And in mere moments, the Armada would enter the Devil’s Lair.

Spoiler: Objectives

Task Team 0.1 - Designation Reapers | Target: Orbital Shipyards

Your mission is to reach and destroy the largest of Copero’s orbital shipyards. Operational freedom is in your hands - strike as you see fit!
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Task Team 0.2 - Designation Fallen | Target: Copero City

Your mission is to destabilize the civil infrastructure of the planet’s most notable metropolis. Bring Copero City to its knees.
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Task Team 0.3 - Designation Ghosts | Target: Support & High Value Targets

Your mission is to provide immediate support to Task Teams Reaper and Fallen. In addition, our assault upon Copero is certain to reveal high ranking members of the Jen’ari Empire. Capture or Destroy them.
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Task Team 0.4 - Designation Barons | Target: Jen’ari Naval Forces

Your mission is to command the Confederate armada. Defend our forces and eliminate enemy opposition.​

Spoiler: Tag

[member=A'Runda]
[member=Aiden]
[member=Akabane]
[member=Alexandrite]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
[member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member=Arlox]
[member="Aston Jacobs"]
[member="Aya Clarke"]
[member=Azmodan]
[member="Betty Americus"]
[member="Braan Kell"]
[member="Bandit Six"]
[member="Caesar Kenway"]
[member="Caid Centurion"]
[member="Callisa Asran"]
[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member=Dauntless.Luna]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member=Dhakarta]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member=Drauchir]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
[member="Isarn Apis"]
[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
[member="Jorco Czeku"]
[member=Jorge]
[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Kalee Bladesworn"]
[member="Kaptan Americus"]
[member="Karlie Lynn Destat"]
[member="Kasca Fen"]
[member="Katria Vekarr"]
[member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
[member="Kayla Wylen"]
[member=Kilia]
[member=Kingsley]
[member="Kip Ridel"]
[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]
[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
[member="Kwelin Orlov"]
[member=Kyber]
[member=Kyrinov]
[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
[member="Lefwen Claskier"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Luna Vega"]
[member="Lyla Quinn"]
[member="Mallory Bash"]
[member="Maple Harte"]
[member="Marek Starchaser"]
[member="Minerva Vessia"]
[member="Muad Dib"]
[member="Natasha Darkstar"]
[member="Nine Lives"]
[member="Orion Trex"]
[member=Osintrium]
[member="Petra Cavataio"]
[member="Qaarssk Roark"]
[member="Razelle Breuner"]
[member="Roy Americus"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]
[member="Samantha Jade"]
[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
[member="Shalita Vi'dreya"]
[member="Sola Marr"]
[member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]
[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Taramaz Laurs"]
[member="Tex Americus"]
[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]
[member="Thalira Kiing"]
[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
[member=Traveler]
[member="Treiades Rhoujen"]
[member=Umai]
[member="Varick Lechner"]
[member="Veronika Fleischer"]
[member=VildarnTentoria]
[member="Vyra Silara"]
[member=Xenro]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member=Zhai'ellev]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

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Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: Anyone who wishes to join
Allies: Confederate of Independent Systems and those who fight with them
Enemies: The Jen'ari Empire and those who fight for them
Post: One

. : Aboard the Fortressa : .​

Playing "Cards Against the Confederacy"​

They were the approaching war. The big forces in the Confederacy, packed with all the ships and droids and fighters that were needed for this mission. It was a serious mission. War, massacres, randomly burning things… It was all super serious business. And they were ready. Whatever practical jokes, contaminated drinking water, and winter wonderlands that had been created as an uninvited surprise, all the CIS forces were now banded together, united under a single banner, with a very precise mission.

So it only made sense that after all it time to took to Chiss space from the other side of the galaxy, some people would be tense. There had been daily training while flying over, regular briefing, making sure everyone knew exactly what their role would be. And then came the last day.

Madalena decided that what they could all use was some relaxing before the big peww-peww's began. As such, she had retrieved a large stack of cards from her backpack, sat herself at the head of the gigantic table in the Feast Hall, and motioned for everyone who walked by the join her. The chocolate fountain was nearby them, so anyone who wanted to get up and lick something sweet was more than welcome to do so.

"All right dudes and dudettes," the Pathfinder grinned, "rules are simple: each round, one player asks a question from a black card, and everyone else answers with their funniest white card. The black card player reads everything out loud, and decides who wins the round. Whoever wins the least amount of points will get a nasty mission to fulfil when we make our way back home! Winner gets holopoints that mean nothing!"

She knew it was going to be a success in getting at least some people to smile and laugh. They all needed that before the carnage started.

"Dealing first round…"

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Loadout: Songbird, Lightsaber, fragmentation grenades, demolition packs, Besk'garm
Vexia's Theme
Location: Scimitar II
Tags:
[member="Luna Terrik"]
[member="Rylan Kordel"]

Sitting at the front, piloting the Scimitar II through the stars, the hum of the hyperdrive filling every space, Allya's eyes were closed, not that anyone would notice through her Mandalorian armor. She was practicing a Jedi Meditation technique. Oh she knew her master may never understand, most never would. However, she honestly didn't know what she should feel yet, so it was better to keep her emotions quiet for a bit. Vexia was itching for a fight, the Mandalorian in her relished at the glory this would bring. The Knight in her understood that she had to do this, to cut down the enemies of her nation before they became a threat. However, the fifteen year old girl, who tried to look at everything positively, even with all the corruption inside her, didn't know what to make of it.

Her Star Courier was the ferry for her Sith Master, a squad of commandos, and various types of droids, to unleash on the city below. As her emotions became quiet, her mind was able to justify everything. She refused to allow anyone to gain the power to destroy them. Better an example now, than a massacre later. It had been some time before anyone had faced the might of the Confederacy. This was so no one would forget. Ever.

Eyes opened up, and now that all of her had become properly aligned she allowed the anger to fill her, stemmed from the protective feelings she had for each citizen of the CIS. It filled her, warmed her, gave her focus, pushed away doubt, and fear. Instead, resolve took over, and she gave once more into the passionate emotions that made her a Sith.

Vexia checked cockpit instruments, then stretched her arms above her head. Finally, using her helmet comm, she called out to her Master. “Master, we will be arriving soon. Finish all preparations.” Then flipping a switch, to the shipboard intercomm. “Make sure all the droids are properly stowed, all cargo lockers shut, weapons ready but properly restrained to you. Finally, all troops, buckle up, and prepare, this is going to be bumpy. Five minutes until exit and rendezvous. If you need to use the 'fresher, this is your last chance people.”

Last thing she did was activate the stealth fields. When they exited in the middle of the invasion, it would be next to impossible to see them. And the taozin amulets in her armor would make it next to impossible to feel her, as she piloted the craft, or what her intentions were.

Both hands gripped the yolk, and she finished preparations to exit hyperspace. She was ready.

Allya's Theme

 

[Adron Malvern]

Location: The Veil {Hyperspace} | Objectives: Stealth Insertion | Theme | Tags: [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Metus"]

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Several thoughts had been filling Adron's mind. Most of them on the upcoming battle. The Veil's command deck was dark, the only light coming from the stars that flew by as they moved through Hyperspace. It was quiet. Not in a traditional sense, there was some noise that filled the room. The chirping of terminals and relay of commands was as bold as ever. The silence Adron was dealing with was a mental silence. Usually the Officer's of his ship were in a mental uproar, devoting every piece of thought to their next action. Not today. Today each organic officer was so focused on the task at hand that they seemed almost as soulless as their droid counterparts that worked alongside them. The Exarch of The Confederacy turned to scan the deck, taking in the face of each man and women who had been selected for his crew. It was very possible many of them would not be returning, it was a bitter thought but not one he discarded. He turned back out to the viewport, his sapphire eyes fixed while he focused on his emotions. He would draw his power from them. Crystal blue eyes hazed over as the corruption of the Dark Side spread through him. Once they would form a vibrant crimson, but now it was an almost shimmering amethyst that took over his iris.

“Exarch. The rest of the Confederate Armada has just passed the final marker. We are committed.” A low, monotone voice called out from behind Adron. It’s metallic tone gave it away quite easily, it was one of the many tactical droids that served on The Veil. Namely, the primary unit who oversaw most of the ships functions. The young Sith Lord nodded quietly, bringing his hand up to brush against his chin. He held that posture for a moment before turning to the awaiting droid. “Patch us into the secure network. Double the encryption and alert me once the entire fleet is patched in.” His command was brief but received, with a chime of acknowledgement the droid turned back to the main communication terminal.

Brushing a stray hair from his eyes, Adron exhaled softly before crossing his arms over his chest. He wished he was in a fine Serenno suit, made of the finest silks and adorned with the crest of his House. Instead he was clad in the crimson set of Sith Armor fashioned for such an occasion. Crimson Dread was weighing on him, calling for blood and war. Today it would receive it's gift of carnage.

The tactical droid returned in a few moments, it's dull green optics looking to the Exarch expectantly. “The preparations have been seen to my Lord. The ship is ready to transmit to The Confederate Armada.” Adron nodded, it would have to be quick.


A transmission would come from The Veil, traveling to every ship in The Confederate Fleet. Even ships still safely seeing to their maneuvers in Confederate space would hear the audible chime of an incoming transmission.

As a blue light flashed over Adron he knew he was transmitting to the whole of The Confederate strike force. “People of The Confederacy, soldiers of The Confederacy. The Vicelord has decreed that the Jenari Empire is a threat to our safety. If this Sith Empire is allowed to thrive it will reach our borders and become a plague that could scar The Confederacy forever.”

The Exarch paused, his mind dwelling on his own unborn child. His arms came uncrossed and a fire kindled within his eyes. “They will threaten our children, our homes, and our very way of life. We cannot wait to defend from this enemy and that leaves only one course of action, attack.”

Closing his hand into a tight fist, Adron spoke with an empower tone. “We are not here for liberation or negotiations. We will go to where they live and where they plot and we will destroy them!” Even among his deck he could feel the conviction that came from his officers. Every person knew their duty and everyone was eager to see this mission to completion. “The Vicelord will show us the way, all we must do is follow. Victory for The Confederacy!” Adron raised a hand, accenting the end of his speech as the holoemitter cut the connection. Exhaling a bit, he figured the speech would do. As the crew returned to their duties, the tactical droid would make its way back to his side. “Sir. All ships are prepared for Stealth insertion. Both The Ferocity and The White Nova have gone through their final stages and are prepared to make the shift.”

With a slight nod, Adron crossed his arms and showed the slightest hint of a smirk. “Very well. Then the Operation is about to begin.”

Insertion Fleet:
Flagship:
The Veil {Shields: 100% | No Starfighters | Damage: 0%}

Escorts:
The White Nova {Shields: 100% | Starfighters Undeployed | Damage: 0%}
The Ferocity {Shields: 100% | Starfighters Undeployed | Damage: 0%}

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Soundtrack: Hear Me Roar​

Post #1​

Equipment: Shroud of Desolation | Personal Molecular Shield | Wither | The Triad | The Shrouded Blade | The All-Seeing Eye​

Attn: [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Scherezade DeWinter"]​

Spoiler: Order of Battle (19969.62 Meters)

• CNS Fortressa (Flagship)
• 1x Adjudicator-class Star Destroyers:
  - CNS Valkorion's Revenge
• 2x Valiant II-class Star Destroyers:
  - CNS Spear of Nelvaan
  - CNS Sithspawn
• 1x Storm Wolf-class Star Destroyer:
  - CNS Steelheart
• 1x Overseer-class Interdictor Carrier:
  - CNS Winter's Wrath
• 2x Augrim-class Heavy Cruisers:
  - CNS Assassin
  - CNS Bloody Baron
• 1x Mordekai-class Escort Cruisers:
  - CNS Exorcist
• 3x Ardan II-class Flak Frigate:
  - CNS Stormbreaker
  - CNS Hopeless
  - CNS Oddball
• 1x Typhoon-class Minelayer Corvette:
  - CNS Excisor
  
• No Starfighters Deployed

Spoiler: Actions

• Fleet preparing to exit hyperspace

• CNS Fortressa
  Exiting Hyperspace

Commanding the armada from the bridge of the Confederate Super Star Destroyer, a dark presence surveyed the proceedings of the super tactical droids and officers at their various stations, pacing from console to console, hovering above them like a silent, watchful father. Clad from head to toe in full war gear, the Reaper of Lorrd did not care one bit for all the rhetoric about carrion picking at the putrefied corpse of some old ally from before his time. To say that the remnants of the Galactic Alliance or that the fate of those who inhabited this far-flung world mattered to him, would be a gross overstatement.

The Eternal Emperor of Nelvaan had not come here to fight for liberty, peace, the light, or any of the sentimental nonsense that propaganda often trumpeted in order to shame those who would oppose conflict, into silence. No, he had come here to do what he did best, what was necessary in order to secure the interests of the Confederacy.

He had come here to crush, kill and destroy.

The Jen'ari Empire was nothing more than a wretched hive of hedonism, degradation and rot. An Empire built upon a foundation of lies, tainted by the vile stench of directionless violence, gratuitous cruelty, excess and the meaningless pursuit of pleasure above all else, one which, in the Reaper's grand designs for the galaxy, simply had no place. It had to be excised, amputated like a gangrenous limb, before the infection could spread further into the body.

Plans had been made and the Reaper of Lorrd made some additional plans of his own. A contingency, in case certain parts of the battle went wrong. Crewed by hand-picked, loyal volunteers and carrying a very special package, one of the Star Destroyers in his fleet had been instructed to carry out a very dangerous mission, should Tacitus call for it. The Navy would not fail. The Navy never failed.

The Armada passed the final waypoint and Adron's speech resounded over the comms soon after. A flick of a button and Tacitus opened his own channel to the entire fleet. "Sacrifice. For some, it is just a word. Soon, we shall be exiting from Hyperspace and into the skies above our target. It is the duty of the fleet to insure that our soldiers reach their landing zones safely," he spoke, pausing for effect. He knew the value of a good speech and intended to deliver.

"Sacrifice. For us, it is a way of life. So we will do more than just our duty. Today, we unleash fire and brimstone upon those who's very existence is an insult to the things we stand for. Today, we open the gates of hell," the Reaper of Lorrd said, steel determination in his voice.

"Upon exit, all forces assume formation around the Fortressa. Star Destroyers, form a triangle around the flagship, cruisers and frigates interspersed between them evenly. All personnel to battle stations! We have our mission, we have our orders. Get to work."

 

[Rashae]

Personal Armor: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/111499-ash-orbs/

Personal weapons: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/110960-rashaekal-rashae-blades/?hl=rashae | http://starwarsrp.net/topic/109709-cmp-doctor-holdout-disruptor-pistol/?hl=rashae

Non-combative Medical Fleet: 1 command ship, 2 nebulon-B medical frigates, 8 medical corvettes, each corvette has 4 medical speeders for ground work, 4 heavy freighters

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Prior to launch the Minister of Science was busy getting her medical fleet geared up to accompany the other fleets. Supplies were being loaded in the freighters. Rashae was at the command deck of her Command ship as she went over a datapad of her list of preparations. Classes on chiss biology have been conducted to update the medical crew with the inevitability of having Chiss wounded. A wing had been set aside that would be a secured wing with ysalamiri and other anti force devices in case they get a wounded force user from the enemy. Her crew are not combatants, they are medical support. The field medics were drilled on proper protocols of what to treat when and how to stabilize. The corvette pilots were drilled in evasive maneuvers to zip in and out to get wounded back to the medical frigates or the command ship. Even the science teams have been drafted to do medical support type duties.

All ships in the medical fleet are bright chrome with a very large red and white plus sign that is universal to state these are noncombatant medical personnel. Luckily, Darth Metus never demanded that Rashae or those under her to kill or cause harm. That would be after. The only science team not drafted were the biologist who were assisting her in containment of special projects. She personally would head down to the containment units to take a look at the read outs on the projects. She loved a good project as she patted one of the containment units.

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She had received a vast list of orders as she sorted through what she would do or wouldn't do. Some where fyi orders and some were directed to her department. The ground forces would need support and she was prepared to supply that. Commander Cantolos and the command center would be busy coordinating and directing the corvettes while maintaining a safe distance. Rashae would be in the surgical suites herself over seeing preparations to receive wounded. She was after all a medical doctor and surgeon as well as a geneticist. Genetic anomalies would benefit to have her seeing to their medical care.

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More ground forces to support which was a good thing she had a number of corvettes to ferry wounded back to the fleet. She reviewed those orders with Commander Cantalos. The stars slid by in hyperspace as they were the last to enter hyperspace on their way north to the Jen'ari occupied space. The Minister of Science Medical and Research fleet would be busy as their staff made their preparations. Her exit point would be different then the other fleets she was behind. The exit point from hyperspace would be a bit back from the rest of the armada. Where somewhat of a half moon or a line of confederate war ships would be a defensive line of protection. There was always a bit of nerves before combat. Everyone handled it their own way.

Rashae would go over her list of preparations over and over again. She would review with each branch of each science, communications, strategist and logistics, and command. The raven haired beauty would work it over in her mind as to possible things she may have missed. That was the one thing she feared... missing something.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Kurenai Yumi]

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Equipment: Operator Class Armor, Talisman, ACS-202 Vanquisher, Light Saber Yari, Shatory Reishūkaku, Mk1 Shadow Rifle​

Location: The Fortressa
Peps: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Post: 1

War, war never changes, at least so far it hadn't. Compare this invasion to those happening a few hundred years ago and not much was different, a well organized military of a nation attacking another with the same looking and function ship from melemium ago. The only difference? cloaking seemed to be much more common these days allowing for more tactical approached, but over all the fighting, ship combat and ground attacks seemed no different. Perhaps it was a blessing, her experience in past conflicts would come in handing during the next few hours, but until then she had to wrap her head around this strange game Madaliane had set up for the knights to play while the ship made it's trip to the enemy.

The veteran solider once again repeated the brunettes words in her head while the 'dealing' began one hand on her chin in a thinking pose while the other clutched a still lit cigar a small trail of smoke leaving the small items tip. "Back in my day most people played Sabacc while on trips like this, though I can understand you not wanting people to try and kill each other before the fighting starts". "Anyways I think I understand the game rules, I'm also guessing we take turns in dealing and picking cards"? That would mix things up but there was probably another reason for this game, if one was observe they could probably glean what the other contestant though was funny. Wait, was this some sort of social exercise disguised as a card game?

If so clever but if not, eh it still sounded like a decent way to pass the time. With small shurg Kurenai sat down awaiting Madalena to deal the cards out and present the question to those that decided to join in.

 

[Diarmid]

Location: Council Chambers, The Eternal Fury (Copero Shipyards in High Orbit)
Objective: Meeting w/ Animus
Allies: Jen'ari & Friends
Opposition: Confederacy (Fleeting)

As the fighting ramped up between the Jen'ari and rival Sith factions, Copero was seeing a steady line of TJE vessels for repair. However, more importantly, some of the next generations of warships were being laid down right here as well. My family, the Great House of Inrokin, was seeing our coffers overflowing in the process. As the rest of them had seen, there was no reason to make war with these Sith when they were practically tripping over themselves to part with their treasure.

I always accepted with a smile.

However, soon enough, the Dark Council would eventually come around to check on their investment. Darth Animus calling for a report as he passed through the system for repairs. As much as I loved their aurodium, I certainly didn't care for their ilk stalking about. The space wizards always made me uneasy with their powers that seemingly defied all logic. Coupled with that all-consuming amibition that defined the Sith religion, it made for quite a dangerous mix, even as an "ally". To ever trust a Sith or even let your guard down around them was to ensure your demise.

So, before I step foot on the Fury, I was sure to come with a Yaslamir. It was sure to irritate some Forcers on board, but I would not leave myself at the mercy of anyone.

After short tram ride to the Council chambers, I exchanged greetings with all the Sith present, sure to remain composed. On the other side, I was met with expressionless masks and clowns with freakish tattoos. I always found it interesting seeing how keen the Sith were hide their faces as the assumed their personas.

"I won't waste your times with small talk," I told Animus after taking my seat. He may have preferred me to stand while addressing him, but I thought it looked better to take a seat and present myself as an equal. "Thanks to the infusion of credits by the good Council, we've been successful in upgrading our integrated air defense network. Our population centers and surface facilities are now all covered by a superior shutter shielding scheme that allows the shield to operate at all times while still allowing air traffic. New orbital cannons and autocannons have been successfully integrated into our SAM network, and new lunar sites have been established, but we usually keep those spooled down to avoid detection."

For a while, shield gates had been all the rage for planetary defense, but I was happy to say the Copero had avoided that awful fad. The current system allowed overlapping fields that could allow openings at any point within its coverage, so a glaring point of weakness had been eliminated.

"Our primary shipyards have been consolidated at the Lagrange point between Copero and the near side of the moon with a dedicated battlegroup and minefield, but it's too far out in orbit to be covered by our planetary shields. Instead, we've erected a network of about a few dozen shield stations around the shipyards. They're not quite a resilient as planetary shields, but they'll suffice to hold out against a first strike until our forces can mobilize."

No one would catch Copero with its pants down, but the likely prospect of attack always left my stomach in knots before bed. Even know there was always small thoughts of doubt in the back of my head, that it was never enough. No matter what preparations I made, people were going to die. My family.

I was glad to have the ugly lizard around my neck.

[member="Darth Animus"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"] @Rashae [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Gida Freetaa]

Copero High Orbit, in holding pattern by shipyards
Post : 1
Allies : The Jen'ari Empire [member="Diarmid"]
Enemies : Confederation of Independent Systems @Rashae [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Darth Metus"]
Objective : Pull into dry dock for maintenance

Jena'tes Sector Task Force (30,000m)
FLAGSHIP "Indomitable" Leviathan Class Star Destroyer
"Conqueror" Leviathan Class Star Destroyer
"Nemesis" Leviathan Class Star Destroyer
"Predator" Leviathan Class Star Destroyer
"Eviscerator" Leviathan Class Star Destroyer
"Punisher" Daedra Class Star Destroyer
"Stormhawk" Daedra Class Star Destroyer
"Intervention" Reaper Class Cruiser
"Templar" Reaper Class Cruiser
"Phoenix" Reaper Class Cruiser
"Fury" Reaper Class Cruiser
"Cossack" Reaper Class Cruiser
"Carnage" Reaper Class Cruiser

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Fleet Admiral Gida Freetaa sat in her command chair, waiting in line for her fleet's shot at some dock time, while nothing was falling apart, yet, the Jena'tes Sector Task Force was due for some routine maintenance and the movement of the ship yards in preparation for an attack had put them far behind schedule, the entire shipyard was over a week behind and it would take plenty of overtime or extra workers to get things back into shape. So in order to pass the time Gida revived the defences of the planet. The outer defences, several fields of Empion Mines had been activated, to force ships to come in on specific vectors or have themselves dragged out of hyperspace and disabled, of course that didn't always world, so in addition to the local defence fleet, the planet it's self had a Planetary Shield and beneath that overlapping Planetary Turbolasers and Ion Cannons, each of which was surrounded by batteries of smaller guns to protect them from air attacks.

It didn't take her long, but there wasn't much she could do, other than wait, and watch for something to happen, knowing her luck an there would probably be an emergency that would force her to wait even longer than she was now.

 

[Luna Terrik]

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[SIZE=12pt]Post: #1[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Location: Munificent Class Star Frigate – The Star Hopper – Hanger[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Objective: Board and Damage orbital shipyard. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Loadout: A280 Blaster Rifle, Blaster Rifle cartridges, Cryoban Grenade (2), Thermal Detonator (2)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Attire: Dauntless commando gear, black gunnery gloves, commando helmet[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] It was these moments before the storm that Luna lived for. Those quite, unnerving moments where everyone around knew how close they were from diving into the belly of the beast, and were alone with their thoughts. Some men decided to take the time to clean their weapons for what could only be reasoned to be the third or fourth time. Others sat with their squad mates, friends, family, and discussed in hushed tones the mission before them. Other soldiers decided it was better to take time and sit alone, against whatever they could find, and mediate or go over the mission briefing on their datapads.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] But as the commander of the Dauntless took a moment to look up from her own seated position, on the catwalk above the hanger, looking out at the men and women who milled around below her, she could sense the unease starting to build. Being a Dauntless was not for the flight of heart. It was only recently had the elite group expanded, now encompassing a much larger mass of immensely skilled soldiers, engineers, and medics. So recently, in fact, that many in the CIS had not had the opportunity to see what this group do. What they could accomplish. It wasn’t that the group was undecimated, not at all. But this group had not yet been introduced to the galaxy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] And as that frigate continued its flight through hyperspace, seen by the swirling colors of light outside the hanger’s shield, Luna knew it wouldn’t be long until the CIS’s best kept secret was revealed to the galaxy. The damage and coordination of the group would be revealed, and the galaxy would learn to fear the calling of the Dauntless Legion. Even as the group prepared, their commander had faith that they would be ready as she watched them prepare themselves, the shuttles, and each other for the mission ahead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Even so, there seemed to be almost a sense of dread as the group careened through hyperspace toward their location. Not for all the soldiers, as some of them had run missions with the Dauntless before this. But the majority was there, and that was something that needed to be cured before they started to load up onto their vessels. There could be no nerves once they hit that station.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Standing tall on the catwalk above the hanger, the woman with the hair of fire, the Fallen Angel, shrugged the A280 off her shoulders. Cracking it once…twice…three times against the metal railing loud enough to garner attention. Below, attentions began to focus up at her, changing from their weapons, each other, and the shuttles. Eventually, a small crowd had gathered below her, while others had taken positions so that they could see what she had stopped their commander had to say.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Now, Luna was never one for rousing speeches. But the tension in the room had to be eased somehow, and if that meant the redhead raising her voice and taking control momentarily, so be it. A long, deep breath was taken, followed by a slow exhale, before the commander raised her voice to the brave men and women below her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] “It would be lying to you all to stand up here and give a speech that guarantees your survival. All of us know what we are here for. What we came here, to this place to do. You know, personally, your level of skill. You, every single one of you, belong here. You would not be here if you didn’t have the skill necessary to complete this mission.” She paused for a few seconds, letting the words settle in, before continuing. “Now look to your left and to your right. Know that the men and women that stand beside you, that you are squadmates with, friends with, know that every single one of them have the exact same level of skill as you. And every..single…one of not only belongs here, we were destined to be here. The enemy that faces us has no idea what is coming. We are the Dauntless Legion, and we will not be denied our victory. For the Allfather.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt] Raising a salute the men below her, Luna couldn’t help but crack a slight smile in their direction. “I could not ask to serve with a more qualified group. For Dauntless.” Nodding to them all, the commander stood back from the railing and started to make her way for the ladder down to the hanger floor, knowing that they would be coming out of hyperspace soon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]| [/SIZE][member="Pei Ven"] | | [member="Damsy Callat"] | | [member="Zavek Ambrose"] |​

 

[Damsy Callat]

Post: 01​

Location: Star Hopper hangar ​

Loadout: Dauntless armor / Pulse rifle / Trident electrostaff Form: Humanoid​

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Damsy adjusted the rifle sling on her shoulder, holding the hilt of her electostaff on her belt on the opposite side of her body.

Who would have thought--certainly not her--that she would, in a span of just a few months, be here. But she was so, so thankful. Thanks to her father's, [member="Darth Metus"]', coaxing, she had begun a transformation from a hermetic siren in the lonely oceans of Kamino to one of the fearful Dauntless. From living for herself day-to-day to fighting for an intergalactic faction, not to mention for her newfound comrades as well as blood family, and being in it for the long-haul.

With a quick glance thrown across the room, the female human-Shi'ido hybrid reminded herself that this all was real. It did the job of a pinch without the...well, the pinch. Plus, it was instantly sobering. The light giddiness of belonging quickly evacuated to the dark recesses of Damsy's mind, chased out by cold pragmatism.

Though not a dream, this metaphorical carriage, Damsy's ride away from her childhood prison, could still come to a screeching halt at midnight. If the enemy got the best of the Legion, if they weren't ready, if she wasn't ready--

A triplet of steely clangs suddenly resounded through the ship's hangar bay; likewise to her brothers- and sisters-in-arms, Damsy glanced around for the sign of disturbance. Thanks to the far-sighted prescription in the visor of her commando helmet, it was easy to lay eyes on the source.

Once Commander [member="Luna Terrik"] finished her speech and then began to descend to the deck, Damsy moved to meet her. She took off her helmet when at both a respectful and a safe distance--for her, as not to run into anything or anyone. "Nice an' rousing, Commander," she began.

:// March On \\:​

:// We Ready For War \\:​

 

[Kyber]

Theme
Post: 1
Location: Fortressa
Equipment: 3 hidden red sabers and a Holographic Camo Device
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Finally Kyber is able to experience a real battle that wasn't just dealing with a few equiped thugs but instead a proper military that will most likely prove to be a great challenge. If this invasion was happening before he became viceroy then Kyber would have joined team ghost and focus on killing high valued targets but instead he was a viceroy with his own personal military. Kyber joined team Fallen so he could watch as his droids mercilessly killed all that stood in their way or atleast he hoped.

Kyber currently stood in one of the bays within the Fortrerrsa with the Black Steel Guard all in formation and painted with black and red. Kyber planned to take as many prisoners of war as possible for his prison population on Kalinda was running low and his experiments needed test subjects. One thing Kyber was missing in this invasion were his rakghouls that the Minister of war requested but for some reason the Vicelord himself had told him that the rakghouls will not be used in this invasion meaning his forces would not have any cannon fodder to soaked up the first wave of blaster fire when they land.

Kyber would start to head to the feast hall as watching his droids stand in formation was rather boring. Once Kyber entered he saw a card game was about to start and a few seats were still empty so despite not being an organic Kyber decided to join. "Organics This One shall win"

 

[Rick Kaloo]

HYPERSPACE, APPROACHING COPERO​

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ALLIES: CIS​

ENEMIES: BOOTLEG SITH​

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Onboard Pickle Rick, preparations were being made.​

Its massive top-mounted cannons were loaded and primed, the starfighters in its hangars prepped, and its crews sprung into action. Rick Kaloo was once again arriving to a hostile world in support of a faction he was not officially aligned with.

Rick sat in the bridge, watching the blue and white swirls of hyperspace go by. In his last battle, Pickle Rick was nearly destroyed by devestating new Sith technology. But since then, he had adapted. His ships were now equipped with molecular shielding, adding a third layer to Pickle Rick's already well-established defensive systems. Additionally, shielding around the top of Pickle Rick had been reinforced, and all bugs had been fixed.

Flanking Pickle Rick were two Valiant-class supercarriers, the newest of Outer Rim Military Engineering's products. Pickle Rick's massive bulk and firepower, combined with the huge starfighter capacities of the carriers, made for an intimidating presence on the battlefield.

[Prepare to exit hyperspace.] ordered Rick through his fleet comms.

Today, he would assure the Confederates that his presence here was not a mistake.

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

Pickle Rick - Shielding: 100% - Hull: 100% - Engines: Hyperspace - Firing At: None
Valiant - Shielding: 100% - Hull: 100% - Engines: Hyperspace - Firing At: None
Redemption - Shielding: 100% - Hull: 100% - Engines: Hyperspace - Firing At: None

Spoiler: Actions

Fleet prepares to exit hyperspace

 

[Darth Miseria]

Wearing: Modified Derriphan Armour | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots
Wielding: Bubbles | Famine and Pestilence
Form: Chosen Form
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member=Scherezade deWinter] | [member=Jaron Lesan]
Post: One

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The Confederacy was at war and the announcement came as no surprise to the daughter of the Devil. Atmospheres throughout the entire faction had been tense, to say the least. Everyone had been anxiously preparing to face the undoubtedly rocky road ahead in whatever way they could. Nervous though she was, Dianah felt ready. Plans had been made and set, all she could do now was carry them out. She also couldn't deny the excitement that had been working her into a frenzy the moment the call for war had come. Not only was it her the first time she had held her saber up in a battle of this scale, it was also the perfect excuse to find herself again. Dianah had lost sight of her goals in the politics of running both a planet and a company and the war provided the perfect stage to prove to herself that she was still capable.

The tight fitting armour weave wrapped around her milk white skin was rare, but an entirely welcome sensation. Modified slightly from her old Derriphan armour, she had sacrificed a large portion of the beskar around her midriff and joints. Replacing them with a lighter weight material increased her movement tenfold. Strange though it was, it felt good to have the reassuring weight of her lightsaber resting against her hip once more. She relished in the sound they made as she walked. Clink, clink, clink. It had been too long. Excited though she was her mind buzzed with thousands of things. Policies yet to be written up, structures to be approved, money to be allocated, and... 'Do you think Kara will be alright? That woman didn't look quite up to the task.' Dianah turned her head up toward the man who strode beside her. Arm in arm, they were slowly making their way through the Fortressa to meet up with Madalena.

[SIZE=10pt]Despite genuinely wanting a response her question there was little time for an answer. Up ahead she could see Maddy, already settled into the game and dealing out the first round. After a brief smile at her soul mate Dianah released[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] her grip on his arm and bounded forward to meet her best friend. 'MADDY!' There was no time for a hug, the game had already begun. She swung a chair around in her exuberant fashion, shoving it up to the table and landing on it with the not so subtle thump of metal against wood. Glove clad knuckles rapt against the table top once she was settled. 'Deal me a hand, please.' The idea was genius, it would be a while yet before they were allowed to board the drop ships, why not kick the whole thing off with a few laughs? [/SIZE]

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: [Fortressa] - Cafeteria - [Arriving to Chiss Space]
Tags: [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Kurenai Yumi"] | [member="Kyber"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Ally: CIS
Enemy: TJE

Spoiler: Armor - Equipment - Tech

Armor: Strike Armor [Violet] - SU-03 Hunter Cloaking - Terentatek Body Glove -
Equipment: HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon - The Nastirci - Lightsaber [White Blade/CrossGuard] - Holdin' Aces - Ring of Aspiration - Light-Shield Bracelet
Tech: ORACLE - Holo-Comm
Ship: Stealth Scimitar

The ever silent Exarch had sojourned to the cafeteria of the Fortressa for a light snack. All of the preparation they had done seemed to have taken more out of her than she had initially anticipated. The Vicelord, [member="Darth Metus"], had insisted that they take moment to breathe before it was too late. They slender woman left the room that was reserved for war preparations feeling a little startled. They’d been cooped up so long, she’d forgotten to eat, and she’d forgotten the time. War, by nature, was an all-consuming monster. It took everything one had to give.

And many things they didn’t.

Upon being dismissed in an official capacity she had demanded that her Master find the nearest refresher. Her words had been plain. “Master, I wish you not to die. Please see to your hygiene so that the Jen’ari do not smell you upon our arrival.”

She offered the man a ghostly smile before departing. Her ways were chilled, touch with frost, but never deliberately cruel or offensive. Srina had also chosen to shower, just in case she’d been contaminated, and dressed practically. With that in mind, she set to gearing up correctly. The Obsidian Knight Strike armor, shaded with violet, a terentatek body glove, and a few other small items. Her weapons were already awaiting her on her chosen Stealth Scimitar.

By the time she arrived at the dining arena it was pretty picked over, but she found jogan fruit, and a few other things she both enjoyed and found sustaining. What caught her attention, mid-bite of a jogan fruit, was the gathering of Confederates at a large table. Immediately, her elegant brow furrowed. Was something wrong? Normally, before battle, the troops tended to rest. Take what little personal time they could. Her melodic voice would carry over the group as she made her inquiry… “What is this? Training? Preparation?”

Scherezade—Madalena Antares tried to explain but wound up pulling her into an empty chair. The ivory creature did not resist, unintentionally curious, but would appear to be very perplexed by the concept. Srina Talon could do many things. She could access the Force, more than ever, and aid her Master in leading a war against a new Imperial threat. She could try to defend the land that her better half had once protected. She could fight. But, there were little things, like this, that made her feel inadequate.

Games? Were made for children. Srina Talon had not been called such in many moons.

The cards were passed after @Dianah Vi’Dreya arrived. Cards Against the Confederacy? She frowned and glanced over at [member="Kurenai Yumi"] and [member="Kyber"] before turning quiet eyes back to Madalena.

“…I do not understand. Is this treason, Knight Antares?”

Srina believed that Scherezade must have been very injured. Her name was Scherezade. Not, Madalena. But she would not aggravate her condition but confusing her further. She had read a medical-holo once that dredging up memories for someone wasn’t ready to receive them was both impolite and unsafe. Aside from a distinctive lack of liquor and knives Madalena seemed very well adjusted.

Silver eyes turned toward the small cards in her hands and her frown deepened.

“I do not wish for these cards. They are all inappropriate.”

She paused, brows raising for a moment, before glancing with no small amount of concern at Madalena.

“...Very inappropriate.”

 

[Koda Fett]

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LOCATION: FORTRESSA - CAFETERIA - ENROUTE TO CHISS SPACE
ALLIES: [member="Srina Talon"] - [member="Kurenai Yumi"] - [member="Kyber"] - [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
ADVERSARIES: THE JEN'ARI EMPIRE

The Bounty Hunter had held loose affiliations in reference to the Confederacy of Independent Systems, and often found himself in the placement of an enemy rather than an ally. Yet, that might have only ever been against the individual members that had grown to loathe the Mandalorian as all too many already had. But, Fett had never explicitly struck against the Galactic Superpower itself. He could recall providing assistance on Tatooine against the Hutt Cartel alongside the Mandalorian Protectors, and never daring to develop that particular relationship beyond fleeting employment. Meanwhile, Fett could most definitely remember instances of proving to be nothing more than a persistent nuisance to the Echani 'Dread Queen', but it were never her that were intended for his crosshairs. Teth and Fett despised one another, and their grudge was never to end; Talon had only ever been an obstacle until she-- alongside her master --felt so inclined to make use of the mystical force in an attempts to destroy the Bounty Hunter through more means than one. Even beneath the weight of a building. Now, however, such needless rivalries had been cast aside if not only momentarily. The Minister of Commerce had bound Fett, alongside Amon, to an indefinite contract. He was under their employ now.

He had been offered a temporary quarter to reside within throughout the duration of their venture. It proved suitable, truly, but Fett had never felt entirely entitled to the luxurious lifestyles despite his accumulated wealth. He rarely departed his isolation, finding himself rather content to spend his days within this specific room. Yet, during such occasions when he did, his interactions were brief if not kept to necessities. Primarily with Amon, of course. They had a relationship that had been entirely founded on business, but tension had certainly filled the air between since their bout in the Sith Empire's Tournament. Amon's wounded pride, or so Fett surmised, could receive it's opportunity to make amends.

He had been offered a temporary quarters to reside in throughout the duration of their venture. It had been lengthy, but it felt as if it had been twice as long. Fett could hardly be seen exiting his assigned housing, and even in the rare occasion that he had the interactions that took place were of nothing more than of necessity. They may have been between Amon and himself, but they were still very different men. Their relationship had always been purely business, but some form of tension resided after the events of the Sith Empire's Tournament. The Thrysian would certainly receive his chance at redemption soon enough.

Now, it had been one of the awfully few moments that lead the Bounty Hunter from his momentarily assigned housing and into the cafeteria; believe it or not, even Fett needed to eat. He isolated himself by a singular table, aimlessly browsing the holonet beneath his T-Visor in conjuction with the rangefinder that remained perched atop his helmet. A star protruded from the Mandalorian Helmet and dug itself into the paste-like contents of the terrible tasting yet beneficial food he had become so accustomed to eating it were as if taste did not exist. He briefly peered through the slightly transparent nature of the projected screens towards the Echani, finding some degree of smug satisfaction in his undeniably untouchable state.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Mishel's body became flush against Shia's form as the heavy faux furlined blanket laid against them. The dim lights of her cabin aboard the Princess Leia were an off purple, and her vision was a bit hazy. It was expected though, just as the ability to form sentences was going to take a bit. One hand rested atop of her girlfriend's as she felt herself being pulled in even closer to Shia. She just breathed, in and then out with a smile on her face, "mhmm I've missed you too." Mishel chuckled lightly as she shifted within the blankets. Beyond satisfied, warm and physically worn from their activities the Jedi snuggled into her girlfriend's embrace and let sleep take her.

The Princess Leia was en route to Copero, a mission from Jedi Master [member="Coren Starchaser"] had sent Mishel and her team this way. It helped that Mishel's sister had initially informed the Jedi Padawan of the Confederacy's plans. This had included Alessandra coming along as well, at least until, at least until Alé found out she was pregnant. While the Tygaran was quite happy for her sister and happy to become an aunt. Disappointed to miss out on an opportunity to fight alongside her sister, for a good couple of.. well, years if she was being absolutely honest. Still, Mishel understood why and happily accepted the reason. Plus this meant way more alone time with Shia. Something of which Mishel was certain there was never enough of these days.

C7 or Cee, and Lav Senmonte the ship's Selonian pilot navigated the Leia through hyperspace. [member="Marakai Al'Orren"] rested within her 'cabin' which had a partition between her and the rest of the cargo hold. Although, Mishel had been heavily considering giving her Coren's cabin since the Old Man™ was hardly around these days. Plus, she hadn't seen neither hide nor hair of [member="Romi Jade"], not since Ossus and with good reason. Mishel was never really close with Jade, but she had been another Jedi and Force knew they were far and few between these days.

A buzz at the door to Mishel's cabin followed by C7's too polite tone let her know that they were nearing Copero and that she should probably get dressed, Shia too.

[member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: The Bane - Command Suite - Hyperspace
Allies: [member="Rick Kaloo"] [member="Darth Tacitus"] [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies: [member="Gida Freetaa"] [member="Diarmid"]

Fleet: Nynir Armada

Aedan sat on one of the luxurious couches in his command suite one hand holding a glass of whiskey the other a data pad which had been hand delivered with his orders for this job. He was offering his aid to a very old friend who he had parted ways with at least temporarily awhile ago. Now he was going to return the favor to some rather uppity Sith who felt that they had the man power to start insulting those he worked for. Ahh how sweet revenge would be Aedan laughed loudly as he scrolled through the data pad his forces would be taking point on this venture with the Bane at their fore. As they traveled he dispatched orders for them to have the solar sails set to pattern Alpha-3. He stood up and downed the glass of whiskey before walking out onto the bridge looking down on the crew as he made his way to the command throne giving a swipe of his arm to send his cape swirling upwards as he spun to sit down on it looking forward. He nodded to his first mate who opened a force wide communication channel the rest of the ships in the Nynir Armada listening in as he started to speak. "Today we go forth to bring punishment to those that dared to insult our benefactor and threaten our people. We of Clan Cabur Akaata will not stand for any threats against those under our aegis. The Jen'ari were foolish enough to think that they could threaten us. As such we offered our services of those present in this force as an ally to the Confederacy as they go forth to show the Jen'ari that they are not worthy of claiming the titles they claim. We go forth with this goal and one other in mind. We will make them regret the day they dared to offer such pathetic terms as they did to us. They will regret claiming superiority to the Mandalorian Empire and looking down on Mand'alor the Infernal. As Warden of Mandalore your orders are thus destroy everything in your path. Take no prisoners and show no mercy show them the wrath of the Aegis of Mandalore."

He watched and listened as a roar filled the Bane every crew member giving voice to their anger this would be useful in the coming fight he could channel that into better skills as time progressed. He turned his attention back forward and spoke once more this message to the man who led the largest force within the CIS Darth Tacitus himself. "As per our agreement my force shall take the foreground. Keep in mind that most maneuvers you may have your own people using I won't know we will try to work together but I can't promise anything." After turning away from the receiver to issue orders Aedan looked over the list of ships and smirked savagely before speaking calmly to his first mate who would dispatch his orders to the captains under his command. "Rorke I want the Gra'tua and Skira above and below us respectively covering our weak points we shall form a pyramid with the Bane in the center. At the other three corners I want the Kad group dispatched with the Naasad Haa'it along side the Bane using the solar sails as additional cover whenever possible." The gurlanin who stood at his side nodded his head before he turned walking forward to the CIC to issue the orders himself while Aedan overlooked everything thinking back to when they had taken Qilura alongside the Mando'ade he had met this boy than and decided to train him personally.

(Solar Sails Alpha-3 pattern)​

 

[Darth Necrin]

Location: Copero shipyard in high orbit
Allies: TJE [member="Gida Freetaa"] [member="Diarmid"]
Enemies: the Confederacy

Necrin had originaly come to Copero to check on some unusual findings on the surface. As the dark councilor of Ancient Knowledge, he traveled there to check if it was an artefact, or holocron left by the sith of old. It turned out to be nothing of importance. Therefor he had gone up to the shipyards, to inspect them. Since he was already there.

The inspection wasn't very thourogh, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't care much about inspections of Places like this. The reason he hadn't left already was Beyond even himself. He just had a feeling he should stay there. It didn't seem too wierd for him to be there either, as he was chiss himself. They didn't like force users too much, but as he was of their species, he assumed they wouldn't mind him.

With him to Copero, he had taken the droid [member="HK-51"], and they now stood there, waiting. For what, he wasn't sure. But he knew he had to be there.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Some dubbed Lirka a brute, a monster, a dull witted savage who existed only to slaughter and kill. She was far from these things, for aboard the shuttle that would eventually take her down to the surface she sat in total silence. As though the Sephi were a carefully thinking statue rather than a vicious and merciless berserker. Maybe it had something to do with the solitude, her Honor Guard had been dispersed throughout the invasion force: their skill with a blade better used to support more than just one person.

Or maybe it was the contemplation of what she would have to do? She would land, she would march. She would burn everything, kill everything, in her way. Demolish the civilian infrastructure, leave a pile of bodies as high as the tallest mountains. Did she take pride in this senseless slaughter of the dregs who built up these pathetic Empires? Far from it. The opposite of pride even, a deep kernel of shame festering within her. But she would not disobey. The dog listened.

So Lirka sat, her Klaive massive and bloodthirsty as always sat next to her. The 2 meter long blade would feast well today, Lirka herself? Far from the same. Maybe there would be some sort of proper challenge when the slaughter came, she’d feel less bad about it then.