The Empire Strikes Back [Imperial Remnant, Others PM to join]

Tanomas Graf · Dec 29, 2016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DO_RIzDTdEQ

A slick Imperial shuttle departed from the massive station and returned to the Victory II-class Star Destroyer Regulator, soon afterwards Grand Admiral Graf strode through the blast doors into the bridge. The old man took a seat at the center and ordered an ensign to open a channel to the entirety of the Imperial Fleet. "This here moment signifies the true birth of the Imperial Remnant. When thousands of beings sharing a similar ideology enough to band together and form a remnant, a remnant that will soon rise to outshine its predecessor, this is the birth of not just the Remnant, but the second Galactic Empire! We will bring true order, the likes of which haven't been seen since Palpatine! We are not scared to fight like the First Order, we are not scared to rule like the Galactic Alliance! We will do whatever it takes to solidify our place in the galaxy! All ships prepare for the jump to hyperspace!" Tanomas proclaimed.

It felt like time itself stopped for a single second as the ion drives of dozens of Imperial vessels brightened, throwing the Imperial Fleet to lightspeed and into hyperspace, to their destination of Kamino. Now begins the campaign to grow the Remnant, now begins the campaign to grow the Empire.

Talyn Krane · Dec 29, 2016

The Triumvir's words washed over the crews of the assembled ships, a bold statement, looking to the future. And then it was time. "Give the order, Commander," Talyn said with a nod. "Take us to hyperspace." Kayl nodded, passing the command down to the bridge crews of each of the four frigates. The forms of Line Group Kohuun stretched impossibly long for an instant before vanishing into the blue tunnel of hyperspace, leaving Void Station far behind them. The transit gave Talyn time to think, to consider the task before them. That theirs was a worthy cause, she had no doubt. But it was dawning on her that she had no idea what to expect above Kamino. Would there be pirates? Warlords? Or did the cloners have a security force of their own? And how would they react to an occupation force?

There were no answers forthcoming, however. Talyn had been taught at the academy to prepare for any eventuality in an uncertain situation. She had been drilled with hundreds of contingencies meant to cover the basics of anything she might unexpectedly encounter as a fleet officer. But her instructions had warned the cadets that the true mark of a commander was the ability to improvise and react. That could not be taught, only honed and practiced where it already existed. Fortunately, Talyn had always been good at that. Her ships would be ready for anything, or as ready as they could be. "We're preparing for hyperspace reversion, Captain," Commander Kayl reported, and she gave him a nod. "Very good, Commander. Move the Line Group into Defense Pattern Aurek and await further orders."

They emerged, space rushing up to meet them. Kamino hung in the vastness beyond the viewport like a stormy blue marble, radiating uncertainty...

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Grigori Tarasov"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Edric Vanyan"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Alyce Hawke"] [member="Darth Seraphic"] [member="Tygen Fel"]

Grigori Tarasov · Dec 30, 2016

The transportation shuttle that held Bast Company ascended likewise when the myriad of Imperial vessels lifted off from the space station and rallied in the vast abyss outside Void Station. The glimpse of emptiness came in the minds of the men as they sat silently on their stalls, as the windows opened revealing the deep, pitch-black beauty. It simply held caprice among the men, knowing that there will be bloodshed awaiting, claiming their precious lives.

The beauty made them doubt themselves in terror of feeling the pain. Fear was instilled in their conscience that they will be not with their loved ones soon. But then, death is a principle of life, shady and unexpected. No matter the death of one man, it values the worth of the person's cause. This was not the case for Captain Tarasov, breaking the silence in the shuttle room.

" Men, let me ask you a question. Why did you join the Imperial Remnant? ", he chattered in a mild-sounding way.

A trooper then spoke up, " My friends thought I couldn't make the Order, and so I went to something similar. I even believe it was a rip-off. " inducing laughter across the room with all other troopers, " They thought I was too short according to recruitment, so that explains a lot. " he added.

The brotherhood between the soldiers built up that it eased their thought of fear. The war is inevitable, this was the only way to draw themselves our of hesitation. Kamino-bound, the shuttle followed the vessels, halting by a mere second and the aquatic planet rose up visible to the view inside the shuttle.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Talyn Krane"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Edric Vanyan"]
[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Alyce Hawke"]
[member="Tygen Fel"]

Taa Nul · Dec 30, 2016

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGKgHeQ9p40

Before the fleet departed Void Station, the Count had quickly made his way to his personal Lambda-class shuttle, accompanied by two squads of his most veteran stormtroopers. The vessel departed ahead of the fleet, making it's way to Kamino via lightspeed. When it arrived, the Count made use of high level clearance codes provided to him by his influential ''insider'' within the Kaminoan government to sneak past the small blockade of Venators and Acclamators comprising the Kaminoan Defense Fleet.

The shuttle made it's way to a designated landing zone at Tipoca City, touching down on the massive platform suspended above Kamino's seas. As the boarding ramp lowered and the Count and his troops proceeded down it, they were met by a lone Kaminoan scientist, one of the city's head cloners by the looks of it, and a company of a hundred Clone Troopers, their Phase II armour coloured much like that of the Coruscant Guard. The Kaminoan knelt before the Baron, as did the clones behind him. ''My lord, preparations have been made.....we have secured this landing area and reprogrammed it's defensive turbolasers. Such efforts should aid in the invasion greatly.'', the Kaminoan said with great confidence. ''Excellent work, Lono. I will see to it your efforts to aid our cause are rewarded. Our fleet should be arriving shortly. We must ensure this landing zone remains protected so Remnant forces can commence their landing. I've made sure to inform them to avoid damaging any of the cloning chambers.'', he said, beckoning the Kaminoan to rise.

The Clones gathered on the landing platform quickly arose as well, before rushing to establish their defences, setting up E-Web Turrets and other emplacements to protect the platform in preparation for the Imperial landing. The Count quickly readied his holocommunicator, contacting Tanomas. ''Grand Admiral, my agent on Kamino has preformed exactly to my expectations. He has engineered clones loyal to our cause to aid in protecting our chosen landing zone. Our landing craft will have no trouble from the defensive turbolasers either.....do hurry, however. I sense time is a resource we cannot afford to waste.''

[member="Grigori Tarasov"]
[member="Talyn Krane"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Alyce Hawke"]
[member="Edric Vanyan"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Tygen Fel"]

Kira Vaal · Dec 31, 2016

Somewhere in the Mara Corridor.

“Are you sure?”
“Positive Sir. The readings were clear and all cross-checks indicated the same target.” The was a certain level of stress behind the voice being questioned, a resolute stress but worried none-the-less. “Shall I call it in?”
“Yes pull it in. Target is a priority one, we can’t run the risk of that.” A series of clicks and switch noises would follow and finally the binary code would be sent, a symbol to all who would receive it.

Kamino
Secure Doctor Chadwick Schitari
Incoming Remnant Strike Force
Negative Support

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The great blue orb of Kamino appeared before the viewport of the Millennium Falcon as the venerable YT series freighter dropped out of Hyperspace. Kira’s eyes narrowing as the entered hoping as they had to appear before the Remnant Fleet that had been pinged outside of Bilbringi.
“Considering it was once lost it’s not very hard to find is it?” She muttered as the Falcon continued to pass through space towards the planet. Her humour lost on her Wookiee Co-Pilot Charlwook who merely grumbled and continued his checks. “Well sorry, just thought I’d lighten the mood.”

“Commander.” The voice came from the communications array behind the pilots seat. “Planet is hailing us, about to patch them through.” The communications officer was a gruff looking Cathar, one of the Rebellion’s newer veteran additions from the breaking Republics. “We are letting them know about the fleet.”
“Not yet.” Kira answered quickly. “We can’t afford the panic. We need to get down there, secure the doctor and hopefully get off world before the Imperials enter the system.”
“Surely we should help?”
“What can we do? Nothing right now.” Kamino was fast approaching. “We stay and this entire mission goes to nothing, we run and we give Kamino a chance for revenge one day. Now patch them through.”
“Yes Commander.”

The signal broke through the Falcon’s headpieces with enough static to deafen a Hutt. It soon evened out leaving the calm voice of what could only be described as one of the planet’s locals on a relaxing day.
“Welcome to Kamino traveler. Please state your Identification, it doesn’t appear to be showing correctly on our scans.”
“Hurry up.” Kira raised her eyebrows towards Charlwook who was piling through an old box of data discs. Each contained a different identity for the Falcon and could be switched in and out thanks to the encryptor installed on the console. “Not that one, we blew that one on Bespin remember.”
“Approaching ship are you there?”
“Yes sorry, we seem to be having some issues with our computer.” Kira said as she ran her hand over her mic to break the noise a bit. “Got clipped by an asteroid and blind jumped. Was hoping for repairs and medical attention if possible.”
“Of course, just project your ships ID and we can assign you a port.”
“Okay, bare with me.” Charlwook gave her the thumbs up. “There you go, should be coming through now.”
“Ah yes, we have you. The Waiting-Box?” There was an awkward silence as everyone, Kira included took in the name and the innocent shrug from Charlwook. “We have a dock assigned for you and have sent it through to your ship.”

The water began to build up on the Falcon’s view screen as the ship entered orbit, large dark clouds forming an insatiable rainstorm that covered the enter planet with a darkening grace. It made navigation a pain in the backside, but Kira was a natural at this, the approach to the landing site was as easy as tying her shoes in the morning. The willpower to step out onto the platform, even in the jacket and poncho she had found was not.

Tanomas Graf · Dec 31, 2016

It wasn't the rigid motions of his bridge crew, nor the alertness of the turbolaser turrets and by extension the gunners beneath them that told how anxious the crew of the Regulator was as they traveled through the blue dimension of hyperspace. Tanomas could feel it all through his connection to the Force, one that he was just starting to embrace after three decades of hiding it. There was something freeing about openly using the Force, instead of trying to convert prospective Force sensitives, the Remnant would allow those who chose not to join the Knights to go as they would in the other branches, a far cry from the other Force sects such as the Knights of Ren or Jedi Orders.

His attention was diverted as a lieutenant alerted him that they were reverted in under a minute. “Once we arrive there will be no turning back, our Immobilizer 418 will prevent those who wish to jump to hyperspace from doing so. Protect it at all costs.” Graf mentioned. His holocommunicator beeped quietly, which he answered. Much to his delight, Count Morcus had already landed and deactivated the planetary defenses. “Excellent work, Count. Standby until our ground forces can reach you.” The old man stated.

A few seconds later, the entire Imperial Fleet exited out of hyperspace near the planet of Kamino, it almost seemed like an eternity until the defense fleet composed of Venator-class Star Destroyers began to move towards them, intent on repelling this obvious invasion. “Tell the fleet to launch all fighters but not have them engage yet, instead move our picket cruisers and corvettes forward to thin out the enemy squadrons so our transports may move uninterrupted. Once the Venators move into range, have our heavy cruisers deal with them along with our fighters.” Graf announced to his comm operator.

The invasion of Kamino has begun.

Desmond C'artyom · Dec 31, 2016

[SIZE=14.6667px]Desmond C’artyom received orders to scramble all fighters. He and his flight of TIE’s launched from the hangar and into the vast emptiness of space. Kamino floated off in the distance like some stormy snow globe. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Assume Bek formation,” Desmond nodded in approval as his fighters took up on his wing. “Watch those vectors! They’ll be closing soon!” They began their standardized patrol of the ships sectors, searching for any enemy craft that may have slipped by.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Purge squadron flew to the bow of the Star destroyer then dove beneath and banked along the keel. Desmond and his fighters were ready for whatever may come next. His squadron was untested in war and thus they were hungry for blood. Purge squadron was more then happy to prove themselves in the coming battle. They awaited the order eagerly.[/SIZE]

[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Kira Vaal"]
[member="Baron Morcus"]
[member="Grigori Tarasov"]
[member="Talyn Krane"]

D'vok Windroamer · Jan 1, 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iGk7MT_0R0
D'vok awoke from his slumber with alarm. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cheap hotel room. He could've sworn he heard it, but now, all he heard was the rapid beating of his chest, and the soft pattering of rain hitting the window. He decided it was nothing. He closed his eyes. In his mind, he replayed the events of the past week. He had been contacted to come here to "deliver" some "materials" to an "old friend." Then he received the transmission from rebel command. There was a possible threat of imperial remnant and first order ships entering the system. It seemed nothing at first, but then, reports of troop numbers that didn't make sense for a simple star destroyer. An invasive force? Maybe. He flinched as he heard it again. Multiple TIE Fighters soared overhead his hotel. A primeval sense of dread filled D'vok's body. He figured that the invasion was days away, weeks! He hadn't expected it to happen so soon. He jumped up from his bed, and pulled back the curtains from the window. There he saw them.

Talyn Krane · Jan 2, 2017

All at once, it had begun. The old Venator-class ships Kamino's guardians had kept operational for hundreds of years now crept forward from their defensive positions, intent on repelling the might of the Imperial fleet. Talyn allowed herself a thin smile; the outdated enemy vessels stood little chance. Still, a battle was not certain until it was over, and despite her confidence she knew to be on her guard. Orders from the flagship crackled over the comms, and Commander Kayl relayed them. "We are to move forward and engage the enemy squadrons," he reported, "clearing the way for our transports to land." Talyn nodded. "Very good, commander. Shields up, maximum power to tubolasers. Take us in."

The four Merciless-class frigates, arranged in a loose wedge formation to give them concentrated firepower without becoming one big target, glided forward like predators of the void. The eight dual turbolaser turrets on each vessel unmoored from their transit locks and swung into attack position, ready to unleash a withering field of fire on the enemy. Around them, other frigates and cruisers of the Remnant fleet filled the space just beyond the range of the Venators, each captained by another loyalist to the glorious new order the Triumvir would bring to this planet - and beyond. "We are entering targeting range," Kayl reported, as the tiny blips that could only be starfighters grew into marginally larger specks on the viewscreen.

"Open fire," Talyn commanded, and the darkness of space was suddenly riven by a vast outpouring of streams of pulsing green light. The turbolasers swiveled swiftly on their mounts to track the small incoming ships, gunnery technicians and droid brains working in tandem to place each shot with deadly accuracy. The concussion missiles and ion cannons would be saved for engaging the larger ships; the Line Group's less specialized armaments would be more than sufficient to clear this rabble. "Clear a transport corridor," Talyn ordered, her face impassive as devastation raged around her ship. "Diameter one seven decimal two eight. Move the Line Group into defensive positions around the corridor. Let no enemy pass into that space unscathed."

The four ships took up a formation not unlike the opening of a tube, their guns keeping up a steady stream of fire to clear the air in a narrow stretch of space leading down toward the planet below. This would be one of the Remnant's many invasion vectors, provided that they could hold strong long enough for the transports to use it...

@D'vok Windroamer [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Grigori Tarasov"]

Tanomas Graf · Jan 3, 2017

"Move the fleet forward and reinforce our fighter-screening lines." Graf ordered towards the comm operator, who obediently relayed it to the rest of the Imperial Fleet. Tanomas strode forward and opened a channel to the fleet on his command console "All fighters, engage immediately, open up holes for us to slip through. Troop transports and carriers, get planetside and capture the cities!" The old man yelled, nearly stumbling as the bridge of the Regulator came under fire when the Venator Star Destroyers sailed into range.

"Batteries opening fire!" The gunnery officer reported, and not a moment too soon did the space around Kamino erupt in a green and blue inferno with hundreds of turbolaser blasts soaring towards their targets. The fleets would soon move into broadside range, the deadliest aspect of space battles for all sides.

Meanwhile, dozens of transports, including walkers, would land on the platform that the Count had secured, as well as on several other of the floating cities on Kamino. Elite stormtroopers clad in white as well as red-armored Imperial Knights would stream out of them, intent on 'liberating' the planet.

Desmond C'artyom · Jan 3, 2017

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Purge squadron forward, protect those transports!” Desmond’s flight flew above the transports as they raced forward towards the planet below. Enemy laser fire from the venerators rained down upon them as they weaved between blast rounds.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Then the enemy arc fighters raced to meet them. They dove down upon the TIEs from above as the fighters raced through the upper atmosphere. The g force forced the arc’s down faster and the TIE’s had to struggle to avoid the first strafe of enemy fighters.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Purge squadron knifed upward quickly. And the arcs banked to meet them. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.6667px]“Purge 4, Purge 2 split now!” the fighters leveled out from their squadron and the rest of the enemy raced after them. Desmond and purge three curved downwards from their upwards climb and came down behind the enemy who were still chasing purge 4 and purge 2. Desmond and purge three opened fire on the enemy destroying three out of four of them.[/SIZE]

Kira Vaal · Jan 4, 2017

“The doctor has been with us for many years, it is odd that someone should come looking for him.” Koa Sai, the Kaminoan scientist who had met Kira and her small team of three rebels near the Falcon said with a vacant expression. “He will be very pleased for visitors however.”
Kira offered a smile to the tall alien. “We would have delayed longer as intended, we however had to play our hand.”
“How unfortunate, well we would be glad to make your stay as comfortable as possible.” Koa replied as the group turned a corner and proceeded down another corridor.
“Stay? I’m sorry we won’t be staying.” Kira apologised, trying not to pay too much attention to the craning neck of the Kaminoan that turned towards her.
“It is tradition. You must partake in the dinner tonight along with the doctor. The Prime Minister would very much like to speak of current galactic events.”
“I don’t think we have the time.” Kira shrugged. “We are expected on Coruscant far too soon.”
“It is tradition. Your ship has been assigned for technical oversight. You will not be leaving so soon.”
“Great.” Kira muttered among the whisperings of the other Rebels. This mission was getting more then just a simple snatch run.

“Doctor Schitari?” The white door opened revealing a large laboratory, Bacta tanks line the walls along with other cloning devices scattered across every surface. Despite the mess the laboratory was surprisingly clean. The human who stood in the middle of the room however was not. Roughly bearded with thick dark hair and wearing laboratory whites one size too small, Chadwick Schitari look up as Kira, her rebels and Koa Sai entered.
“I’m far too busy for visitors right now Koa.” Chadwick said loudly as he continued with his work. “They will have to come back tomorrow.”
“Doctor, that is not a proper—“ Kao began but was cut off by Kira who moved passed her.
“Doctor Chadwick Schitari. I am Kira Vaal. We need to go.” She tried to sound authoritative, clearly it didn’t work.
“I need a million credits but we can’t have everything we want now can we.” He muttered and gave Kira a glare though a thick pair of goggles. “Now please leave me to my work, I’m on the breakthrough in this whole age issue.”
Kira gave a frustrated look towards the rebel on her right. “I understand that Doctor and that your work is very, very important but I insist. I was sent by Fulcrum.”
There was a moment of silence. “Fulcrum?” The doctor slowly put down his data pad. “No, it is too soon. I was told I would have more time before I got recalled.”
“We don’t have more time.”
“Why?”

*For Ambience*

“FRAK!” Kira moved forward and grabbed the doctor by his arm pulling him towards the door, ignoring Koa’s stunned remarks of panic. “That is our cue to get out of here!”
“Yes, I think you might be right.” The doctor quickly states, “But we, I, I need one more thing. In the laboratory to the south quarter, it has the genetic sample that is making these clones, it needs to be secured. I cannot allow it to fall into the wrong hands. We must go there first.”
Kira rolled her eyes, “You sample isn’t part of my objective.”
“I am and I’m not leaving without it.”
“Fine. Doctor you go with Gruff here.” She pointed to a Rodian behind her who gave a quirky little wave. “Get to our ship and we will go and get your sample.” She turned to Gruff. “If we aren’t back in time just leave okay, get off planet and head straight for the co-ordinates.”
“Understood.”
The entire laboratory rocked and lights flickered as something hit the city. Clearly the Imperial Invasion of Kamino was far more in operation that Rebel Command had anticipated.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Talyn Krane"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

Belis Toobin · Jan 4, 2017

“Your shuttle has been prepared My Lord.” The words came from Imperial Admiral Edgar Deesat, once a loyalist to the pretend First Order and second to Supreme Commander Kalast before his untimely death at the hands of the rebel uprising. They were spoken towards a dark clad figure who had so far been a silent guardian at the viewport of their craft. “Shall I have a guard assembled as well.”
There was a moments silence, a silence that was expected by Deesat from his charge. He had after all served beneath this Darth Malleus before, under a different guise, under the name of Ren.
“No.” The voice modulator in the Darth’s helmet created a deeper and more sinister voice then it had any right to be. Yet Deesat remained stoic at attention next to the Inquisitor. “I shall have no need until I request them.”
“Of course My Lord.” Deesat gave a small nod and turned away from Malleus, before turning back for a second. “I’m too hand over the ground forces, you may not be given access to reinforcements.”
The mood on the bridge darkened, as if somebody had dimmed all the lights and told everybody bad news at the same time. Deesat knew at once it was Malleus, this news displeased him.
“Then I will have to do this alone then.” The Darth turned with a sweep of his cloak and departed down the command platform of the bridge, each and every crew member collectively holding their breath until the blast door had sealed behind him.

————

Against the backdrop of the building storm the hiss from the shuttle’s ramp was almost lost. The Inquisitor’s entrance onto the landing pad was not however, nor was the standoff as the masked evil looked out across towards the Kaminoan party that had, despite the initial waves of combat come out to greet him. Two of the tall genetic aliens had ventured out into the rain along with a small unit of these troopers that had become so very precious to the Kamino people as well as the Imperials.
“I am here for the Prime Minister.” Malleus declared through his helmet. “Do not obstruct me.”

D'vok Windroamer · Jan 4, 2017

The city shook for a moment, knocking D'vok off his feet. he staggered, clutching the frame of the door of his room. Regaining his balance, he sprinted to the turbolift to the first floor. He pounded the button for them to arrive. The chamber housing the elevator was completely clear, as was the elevator, allowing D'vok to get a glimpse of the inhabitants, two imperial stormtroopers, no doubt looking for people like D'vok to gun down. He ran back to his room, and locked the door. He needed more time. He grabbed his blasters, slinging his EE-3 around his shoulder, and quickly put on his jacket, looking out the window. It was only the second floor, not too high, D'vok had survived further plunges, nevertheless, fear took hold of his body. He really didn't want to do this. His eyes darted from the window to the door, window, door, window, door, until he heard the muffled ding of the elevator reaching his floor. He knew there were no more options. He pressed a button on the wall and opened the window, walked back to the door, got a running start, and... He dove out the window onto a close platform. The fall had been shorter than D'vok expected, and he soon realized that his hotel was on a different, lower platform than the one he had jumped on. From this one, he could see a lab. D'vok remembered the target; one doctor Chadwick Schitari. He figured that the good doctor would be in the lab. He started a jog, trying to ignore the newfound wetness of his clothes. Overhead he saw not only TIE fighters, but several Lambda Class Shuttles. A landing party? D'vok hoped to be offworld soon. He eventually reached the lab, covering his ears as the alarm blared outside. He found a door. Locked. No matter, he grabbed his trusty precision laser knife, and sliced the door open. The alarm appeared to get quieter as D'vok entered the building. He walked down a corridor, turning the corner, before coming into view of the doctor, [member="Kira Vaal"], and her group of rebels. D'vok appeared relived. A group of rebels was the one thing D'vok wasn't afraid would kill him right now. He gave a quick nod to them.
"You guys! Great, that means..."
D'vok looked at the doctor.
"You must be doctor Schitari. We should probably get you off world soon, unless you wanna make friends with some bucketheads."

Lucien Galtier · Jan 4, 2017

I sit with my arms folded over my knees. The shuttle rocks occasionally giving way to suspicion of our safety. My squadron of commandos and I are stuck in the shuttle with a platoon of regular Stormtroopers.

They seem well trained, but far from veterans. Someone next to me says a silent prayer to the force, while another won't stop shaking his leg. The little things you notice that give a person away.

My squads objective was to secure the DNA samples that these precious Kaminoians have horded away all these years. The doctors are to be captured alive if possible as well. Probably only to be tried for treason later, but orders are orders.

The vessel rocks violently again and this time klaxons begin to blare. Someone throws up in his helmet. The shuttle is spinning. Red lights. I'm sure we are dead.

Suddenly there's a wrenching metallic noise and the shuttle splits in half as it scrapes along one of the many needles that are the Kamino spires.

I nearly faint as I see half my squad tumble into the abyss with the other half of the shuttle. Still I force myself to stay awake. The spinning is getting to me.

Then suddenly it all stops with a tremendous jolt. We've crashed on a platform. The shuttle is on it's side. One of the stormtroopers unfastens his harness and stands. He's immediately takes a blast to the face plate. The Kaminoians have mobilized their forces apparently.

I unfasten my own seat and crawl to the rest of my squad.

"You two lay down suppression fire while I hop out and survey the situation!" My squad mates nod to the rest of the Stormies and relay the plan.

I hop out of the wreckage guns'a'blazzin. My squad and the stormtroopers quickly follow suit.

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Taa Nul · Jan 5, 2017

The Count had begun his advance into the interior of Tipoca City's main cloning facility, at the head of his forces. The red emergency lights flashed violently as torrents of blaster fire were exchanged across the corridors of the lab. The Count himself strode forth down a narrow hall towards the genetic sample chamber, reflecting oncoming blaster fire with his lightsaber, skilfully cutting down any enemy clones that got in his path. Around a dozen Imperial Stormtroopers followed closely behind him, supporting the Count's march into the facility with their own fire while he protected them, the classic sword and shield manoeuvre.

He briefly came to a halt, withdrawing his holo-communicator with one hand while the other continued deflecting fire. ''Captain Tarasov, bring Bast Company forward to join my advance towards the genetic sample chamber with all due haste. We must secure the genetic specimen we require quickly. I sense we are not the only ones trying to acquire it.....''

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaEzKRngCyY

[member="Kira Vaal"]
[member="Grigori Tarasov"]
@D'vok Windroamer
[member="Lucien Galtier"]

Talyn Krane · Jan 5, 2017

As the Venators moved into broadside range, the battle visibly escalated. Where the wall of laser fire had once been a monolith of green, only occasionally broken by the mostly-drowned flash of a blue blast from the enemy starfighters, the balance was now swinging toward the middle. Heavy turbolaser batteries on both sides lit up the cosmos, tearing into shields and then past them to shred bulkheads. Already dead men drifted amid masses of mangled durasteel, the grim silence of space serving as their funeral dirge.

Transports were passing steadily through Line Group Kohuun's secure corridor. Surface reports indicated that their cargoes, the deadly walkers and frontline troopers of the Remnant war machine, were already beginning their simultaneous assaults on the Kaminoan stilt-cities. Talyn rather doubted that the cloners would be able to put up much of a fight; their defensive blockade had already been bypassed, and she had little more confidence in the enemy ground forces, even on familiar terrain.

Whatever the case, targeted orbital bombardment could clear any remaining enemy positions once the skies were clear.

"Sir," Commander Kayl suddenly reported, "a Venator-class vessel is breaking off from the main group and moving to obstruct our transport corridor." Talyn checked her sensor screens, but there was little need - she could see the huge enemy vessel through the bridge viewport. It was preparing to cut them off, and its guns would be more than enough to incinerate any Remnant transport coming straight at it. A new wave of troops was incoming, bound for the surface, and their ETA in minutes could be counted on one hand.

Even as outdated as these ships were, they could not be annihilated that quickly without support.

"Purge Squadron," Talyn transmitted to Commander [member="Desmond C'artyom"], "this is Captain Krane of Line Group Kohuun. An enemy destroyer is intercepting our transport corridor. We are preparing a missile barrage to eliminate the threat, but it will be only marginally effective so long as the destroyer's shields are active. I am requesting immediate fire support. Break off from your pursuit of those fighters and target the enemy vessel's shield generators. We will screen you from pursuit. Krane out."

The four frigates of Line Group Kohuun immediately turned their weapons on Purge Squadron's foes, providing covering fire...

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Desmond C'artyom · Jan 5, 2017

"Purge squadron copies," Desmond and the rest of squadron banked out of their pursuit and made their way to the intervening destroyer. Flak pounded around the TIEs as enemy laser fired to intercept. Then friendly firesupport found its target and the destroyre discovered its hands more then full.

Purge squadron raced along the hull of the destroyer flying low, so as to avoid sensor array and cannon fire.

"Arm proton torpedoes," Desmond stared at the HUD in the corner of his cockpit view port and noted all of Purge squadron had armed their missiles.

"Enter finger four formation for attack run,"

The TIEs took up Des's wing and they weaved their along the length of the enemy ship. Finally they reached the bridge.

"Fire at will," He said and purge squadron released a salvo of plasma at the enemy shield generators. The structures went up in blue flame as the projectiles found their mark. Purge squadron curved out of the resulting explosions shock wave and Desmond smiled appreciably.

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Talyn Krane · Jan 6, 2017

Talyn allowed herself a smile as Purge Squadron went to work. The ace pilots responded immediately to her request, moving into formation as they raced along the hull of the enemy destroyer. "Concentrate forward batteries on their pursuers," she ordered, and the bridge crew scrambled to obey. "Ensure that they reached the target unhindered." Rapid bursts of turbolaser fire arced out from Line Group Kohuun, incinerating the fighters that tried to pursue [member="Desmond C'artyom"] and his squadron. They would have a clear path to the enemy bridge.

Within two minutes of her order, Talyn leaned back with a fuller smile. Her face was bathed in the blue and red glow of proton torpedoes impacting the enemy shield generators, tearing them apart in bursts of broken durasteel. "Well done, Purge Squadron," she transmitted. Then she turned the communicator back to the Line Group's channel. "All ships, ready concussion missiles to fire at primary target. Launch on my mark." She paused, taking in the scene of the battle, waiting for the perfect moment to rip this enemy to unrecognizable shreds.

"Mark," she said, and the missiles were away, more streaks of light across the infinite blackness of space. The struck the Venator in the side, depressurizing the starboard hangar bay and mangling the superstructure beneath. Her frigates had been built with this kind of hunting in mind, and even with a single salvo the devastation they had wreaked was terrible to behold. The crippled enemy destroyer turned, attempting to limp away; fires could be seen behind the emergency containment fields, and coolant was leaking lazily into the void.

"Incoming bombers," Commander Kayl reported. Talyn looked at her sensor screen and cursed. The enemy had deployed reserves to cover the wounded Venator's escape. Her frigates' shields were not as powerful as the Venator's, and a good bombing run might cripple one of them beyond repair. If the bombers instead focused on the incoming transports, now only seconds away from the secure corridor, that would result in hundreds of Imperial lives lost - along with millions of credits in ground vehicles and equipment.

"Purge Squadron," Talyn transmitted again, trusting the pilots once more to come to their aid, "enemy bombers are approaching from mark two six seven two. We have three assault shuttles inbound, and must break off pursuit of the enemy destroyer in order to maintain the secure corridor. We need you to guide those shuttles in, past the bomber wave. If you get a chance to take a shot at what's left of the Venator, take it, but preserving Imperial lives is our priority. Krane out." Line Group Kohuun spun up its turbolasers again, struggling to thin the wave of bombers...

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Grigori Tarasov · Jan 7, 2017

Scarlet streaks of blaster fire were scattering across the battlefield as the transport carriers landed Tipoca City's platform. The weather of the planet was undeniably predictable, and a major hindrance for both sides of the course. Imperial stormtroopers rushed through the front lines in a chance to seek a defensive position against the rival clones. These clones were more experienced than the usual troopers of the Empire. Kaminoans may have watched hordes of other armies to produce such quality, fabricating them only for the sake of Kamino's well-manned security.

Grigori had landed along with other companies, making progress towards the principal Kaminoan cloning facility. Despite of Tipoca City's far more organized defenses, the Imperial troopers stood their ground in order to secure the captured areas. Bast Company has been declining slowly for the recent minutes of the action, only forthwith in the initial landing. Captain Tarasov held his E-11 blaster rifle as he charged alongside his company. He sprinted with haste seeking the defense's vulnerability, briefly covering himself from fire to gather another plasma cartridge from his operator belt, before swooping once more.

Minutes passed and the security forces were dwindling in numbers, retreating from the Imperial troops. As Grigori paced the halls, his communicator blinked, " Captain Tarasov, bring Bast Company forward to join my advance towards the genetic sample chamber with all due haste. We must secure the genetic specimen we require very quickly. " the Baron ordered to Grigori. Grigori paused in the middle of his stroll and answered, " We are moving in the halls, Baron. Outside areas are secured. We will be meeting your forces any moment from now. " as he guided his troopers, swiftly approaching the facility.

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