Dominion The Fall of Avidich [CH Dom of Avidich]

[Xzaien]

The Fall of Avidich

"The Fortifications of Avidich 36ABY, Yuuzan Vong Invasion. Vong Worldship Jumping into System"

For 800 Years, Avidich has stood alone as the great bulwark against the horrors which braved deep-space outside of the Galaxy. Hyperspace Horrors, Force Gods, and the unrelenting hordes of Yuuzang Vong never broke the back of Avidich's defenses. Forever stalwart against even the toughest of foes. The beacon of light in the Unknown Regions. The fortress world of Avidich stood standing even when the Galaxy burned around it. Now it no longer faces a unknown enemy. It now faces the battle-hardened and Experienced Catharian Army. Already the Ascendancy has seen so much bloodshed. The capture of Bogo-Rai, and the demolishing of Thearterra has only told those defending Avidich one thing. That the Catharians will never stop their assault until the very Pearl Gates of Csillia are burns. The last bastion of hope for the Chiss People. The fortress world of Avidich. The last hope for the survival of the Ascendancy lays here on the rocky shores and fortifications of Avidich's "Vong Line". The last of the Chiss Armies, and her fleets lay here. Every single ship, no matter its age have been drafted for its defense. Ancient Dreadnoughts, Old Imperial I and II Star Destroyers. Even hand-built frigates of spare parts have all been reactivated. The ancient defense turrets which once spanned Avidich's equator, now activated. On the ground, every man, woman, and child were ready to die to defend their homeworld no matter the cost. The lame, the sick, and the elderly now had to fight for the very survival of their world. And their homeworld beyond. On the ground, Billions stood ready. Ready for the battle ahead.

In System, the Catharian Armada made its arrival. A Battlefleet of truly epic proportions. The thousand or so ships all bearing the Sigil of the Catharian Hegemony exited hyperspace, interlocked into a massive protective screen of vessels. Staggered in formation. Every single one of those ships hailing newly built from Cathay's Shipyards. Produced on the design specifications of Revan's Fleet, and the later Cold War fleet vessels. One ship was much larger than the rest, and easily stuck out like a sore thumb. A ship of crimson and black. A heavily modified Interdictor Battle-Cruiser which had its rather empty interior filled in with as many crew compartments, hangars, and turbo-laser batteries as humanly possible. This, was the Flagship of the Autocrat herself. The "Cathay Rahtai". Flagship of Cathay, and the Catharian Fist. Flanked either-side by the twenty or so Space Marine Legion Carriers. Packed full of the vaunted Catharian Space Marines. The Catharian Fists, The Blood Marines... All names forever etched into their ship's hulls. The finest crafted vessels in the Catharian Navy. Joining the battle, was Admiral Raxis Keyes, and his Centurion Battle-Cruiser the 'Keyes' and her sister ship the 'Raxis'. The other vessels in the fleet were composed of hundreds of Harrower Class Dreadnoughts and their escorts of Corvettes, Frigates, and Gunboats.

The newly promoted Fleet Commander, Titus Julius Ludicola lead his smaller fleet on the flank of the Chiss Fleet, directly perpendicular to where the major fighting would go on. They were ready to receive his commands.

Accompanying this Potent Catharian Fleet, was the allied Federal Fleet of the Grand Imperial Confederation. Composed of mostly Pickett vessels and one or two larger Star-Destroyer sized vessels. Supporting the main Fleet. Upon entering system, the Catharian Fleet let loose with a flurry of Anti-Matter torpedoes at the planet's surface. The makeshift Chiss Fleet, Composed mostly of antiquated Imperial Star Destroyers, and Nebulon B Cruisers. Alongside Chiss Designed Star Destroyers stood ready. Their point-defense laser weapons opened up at the incoming ordinance as it screamed through their formation. Many torpedoes were shot down before they could reach the planets surface. And as they impacted with the planet's defenses, great mushroom clouds arise from Avidich's Surface. Visible even from the moon where the fleets stood ready. That moment, untold billions of people died. It seems that this was to weaken orbital defenses just enough so that the armies of Cathay could make landing on the world's surface.

The world's defenses would need to be destroyed first, and the power of Jairdain 's battle meditation shall win the Catharians the day.

On the ground, the Cry of billions echoed out in defiance.
"The planet will break before we surrender!"

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Jairdain Azel Moran Mag Harkyn Van Hill ​

 

[CETCOM]

Intervention at Avidich

The Catharian Fleet engaging the Chiss Fleet over Avidich

The Catharian Hegemony , the unchecked power of the Unknown Regions. For some time now , the Directorate had been observing them ever since their encounter with the Catharians on Zoph. The Directorate Security Bureau had cataloged the vessels that comprised the Catharian Navy and had monitored their movements from Corellia to Nar Shaddaa with DSB Agents closely following the so-called “Autocrat” and her followers whenever they went.

Approximately a year after the encounter on Zoph , the Imperial Directorate began taking a more hostile approach towards the Catharian Hegemony with the Board of Directors deeming them a threat to their interests in the Unknown Regions and a potential rival in the future. With the information received from the DSB , the Directorate assembled a Fleet intending to intervene in the Catharians so-called War of the Blue Diamond and to aid the Chiss in defending their territories.

Under the Command of Grand Admiral Ben Craig , the Imperial Fleet of the Directorate sets course for the Avidich System to save the Chiss from the Catharian Onslaught and to show the Catharians that they aren’t an invincible force nor a so-called bulwark against the Forces of Chaos and that the War of the Blue Diamond is far from over.

The Imperial Fleet of the Directorate on route to Avivich

Objective 1 : Rout the Catharian Navy

In order to protect the Chiss from the Catharian Onslaught , the Imperial Fleet under Grand Admiral Ben Craig has been deployed to halt the advance of the Catharian Navy and to prevent the Catharians from destroying the orbital defenses of the Avidich in which would allow the Catharians to deploy Ground Forces.

Objective 2 : Defend the Chiss Generals

In order to ensure that the Chiss are able to continue their struggle against the Catharians , keeping their leaders alive is key to prolonging the War of the Blue Diamond. Task Force 66 and other Elite Units of the Imperial Army of the Directorate have been deployed on Avidich to defend the main fortifications of the Chiss Army and to protect the Chiss Generals and in case of the fortifications being overwhelmed evacuate them

Objective 3 : B.Y.O.O

Bring your own Objective. I have nothing else to say.

 

[Xzaien]

The battle of Avidich shall forever be written. Stories told, and news reels spun. Forevermore. The Clash of Four Civilizations to decide the fate of the Chiss Ascendancy. The end is nigh for the Chiss. Even if the Catharians won't win. They will sure as hell make sure Avidich is no longer a prosperous world. If it cannot have it. Then no one shall. However, as the Directorate battle-group entered system. Flying the colors of the order of spies and raiders that sought the Galaxy's turn to chaos. Not by the mighty hammer of order they so preach, but by the hand of tyranny that the galaxy has suffered thousands of times over the millennia. Only now did they attempt to stop the seemingly invincible Hegemony from doing anything any longer. The Bulwark against Chaos, the destruction of the ruinous powers of chaos paled in comparison to the Directorates goals today.

The Cathay Rahtai, Xzaiens flagship. Staffed and docked with her twenty Legion ships turned swiftly toward the new fleet of hostiles. All twenty Legion ships undocked from their Mothership and formed up into attack position. Each of the twenty chapter ships a battleship in their own right. Even now, undocked they were just as deadly as they were when docked to their mothership. Each of Cathay's 20 Progenitor Sons and Daughters, and their son Legion readied themselves in the bowels of their Legion Ships. Each Proginitor a deadly trans-species warrior borne of Xzaien's on flesh and blood. And their Space Marines, born of those Progenitors their Legion of Cathay's finest Transhuman and Transcathar warriors. Each derived from their parent Progenitor's Gene-Seed. Making each man, an army, and each army a vast wave of unstoppable warriors. On-board, thousands of these Marines of their parent legions. Sons of Xzeench, Catharian Fists, Blood Marines, among others readied themselves for battle. Clad in their power-armor, the finest Warriors of Cathay were ready to bring the pain to the enemies of Cathay.

Supporting these warriors, stood the vast armies of the Catharian Hegemony. The famed Shock-Troopers, The Space Troopers, The Army Troops. Alongside the infamous Catharian Telepathica Corps headed by Jairdain for her mastery in Battle-Meditation. It seems that those aboard the ships of Cathay had no fear. Total confidence in victory, and each boon given to them by their Telepaths and Dark Templars. These valiant men and women were ready to lay down their lives for their goal.

Half of Xzaien's Battlefleet split off from the main bubble of Troops. Headed by newly promoted Fleet Captain Titus Julius Ludicola the second fleet's objective is to capture the Chiss fleet, or reduce it to their graves. At his hand, Ludicola was given a Dreadnought, similar to Xzaien's yet lacking the ability to dock with the Space Marine Legion Ships. Outfitted purely for firepower and ECM capability. The rest of the fleet was his to command.

Xzaien's fleet, Consisting of her Dreadnought, her twenty Battleship sized Legion ship. Among a large one-hundred strong formation of Harrower Class Dreadnoughts. Instantly, they scrambled their snub-fighters, and bombing space craft to screen the enemy formation as they came in. They came in the hundreds of thousands toward the Directorate ships. Completely concealing the formation of Legion Ships. They attacked, seemingly at random. With large complements of wings directed toward the larger vessels where the smaller vessels only received a small complement of bombers to soften them up.

The Marines had other plans. With squads of Marines organized into sets of ten per pod. Each of the Legion ships deployed their complement of boarding pods. Each heavily armored and equipped with a set of three decoys to prevent premature death to their payloads. A few went screaming past the Directorate Picket ships, whereas some slammed into their thin hulls. Video feeds from the first Directorate Destroyer impacted with the first pods, with heraldry belonging to the 'Sons of Xzeench' went awash with the color of red and black. The pods have impacted with the bridges of this small ship. And in mere moments, a squad of Heavily armored Space Marines left their pod in a V formation. The sickening sounds of Bolt-Gun Fire and the screaming of war cries deafened those listening in on the video feed. All they could hear, besides the horrible deaths of their compatriots were the cries of battle.

"Purge them in Flame!"
"Leave none alive!"
"Kill them! Leave none standing!"
"For the Autocrat, and her Legions!"

A sickening prospect as those hit by Bolt-Gun rounds, or hit with their Lightning Hammers, or Power Fists. Were literally squished into nothingness as their bodies became mincemeat. Each round of a Bolt-Gun was easily enough to blow a man in half with the sheer kinetic energy it carried with it. It was a horrible viewing. As Directorate Super-Commandoes entered the fray. They found their Energy Weapons of little use against the alloyed mixture of metals used in Power Armor. However, it would seem that one or two shots from a boltgun seemed to throw a commando across the room instead of mincing them like a Correllian Meatball.

Nothing spoke of the brutality before them. Cowering Command Staff simply decapitated, or shot where they stood by Bolt-Guns. What followed those Marines, were squad, after squad of Catharian Army Troopers clad in their Betaplast armor. Each bearing the insignia of Cathay aboard their shoulders. A red field, with a black dragon clutching a earthlike world in its talons on their shoulderguards. They carried with them, weapons of light and fire. As they fired upon the security crews with crimson colored blaster weapons. A far cry from their Marines.

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The Surface of Avidich which had just recieved an orbital Anti-Matter bombardment was awash with chaotic energy. Entire betacrete constructs were simply evaporated the moment the first Blue-Tipped Missile landed on surface. People were literally disintegrated by the sheer heat created by these Warheads. Aimed directly at military targets instead of cities. It was a horrible prospect to be witness to. What did happen, is that the shockwave, and concussive effect of these warheads hitting a specified area caused chain-reactions beneath Avidich's Surface. Detonating stored Nuclear Warheads, among other such destructive devices beneath its surface. Hundreds of Millions of Militia, and Soldiers died within minutes. Each soul dying horribly at their posts. Untouched by a warhead, but simply burned away by the heat. For miles, the shockwave crushed bones, ruptured organs, and burned permanently the mark of Cathay into the denizens of Avidich. Even despite this horrible loss. The people cried out toward the stars. In determination, and religious fervor.

"The Planet will break before the Chiss do!"

CETCOM​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

What can one man do against numbers like this? I've saved and evacuated a few dozen people sixty-three times on sixty-three worlds. Sometimes the attackers were Cathar, or Bryn'adul, or Sith: the Dark Side backed them all. In no case have I found a way to raise significant resistance. The lives I save offer little comfort.

I tried to find another way to save lives. After I helped evacuate Nadiem, I laid a trap for the Bryn'adul leader and barely escaped. I engaged a Sith Lord in the Carida system and couldn't stop him from taking local children. I've saved, oh, a few hundred thousand lives by coordinating emigrations from planets in the Bryn'adul trajectory. It's a drop in the bucket to all those species gone extinct on their homeworlds.

I'm worn down to a nub and bone-deep tired of failure. Defeats, retreats, just-in-time evacuations. The Dark Side - Sith, Bryn'adul, Catharian - permeates my life. How long before it leaches into my heart again? How long before a repeat of Kintan?

How long before I break?

I just want to go home.

A chill on my heart tells me Autocrat Xzaien can feel me, here in the arctic hills of nothern Avidich. Maybe she'll answer my mental invitation. Maybe I'll get erased from orbit.

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

F L E E T - A D M I R A L | D I M I T R I​

Dimitri stood before the pilots across all the vessels, an interconnected comm link with visuals as he faced the camera. There had been a call for aid and the Agents were woe to ignore it. His eyes darted across the display screen as the last groups of pilots fell into line, the comm lines greenlit to signal he had everyone's attention as he breathed in through his nose, and blew it out from his mouth. He thanked the universe he was use to the attention.

"We are dropping out of hyperspace soon. This planet we will be seeing is under attack by a large force. One that has thrown everything they have into destroying these people we are coming to defend." Dimitri began slowly, his hands clasped together behind his back in parade rest. Pilots, engineers, everyone across the entirety of the fleet that were on this mission were silent. Breath held while the fleet admiral addressed everyone. "I would not ask you all to do something I would not do. All those in the squadrons know this. I expect nothing more than your best, but I won't ask for your lives. We are not here to throw ourselves against the wall. We are here to sucker punch someone that thinks someone else doesn't have the right to exist."

"We are defending a people that have long fought against the void, the dark dangers that made stronger warriors break. They have been caught unawares, and most importantly, been struck for no more a reason than existing." Dimitri continued, never looking away from the screen. "If this force came for the Scintilla, we would fight tooth and nail against them. We are going to do the same for this planet to save them from eradication. Would we not hope for help if we came under such an attack ourselves?" Murmurs and quick looks back and forth as he pressed on.

"I won't lie to you. This will be a fight not all of us will come back from. That is a guarantee every single time we sortie out to meet an enemy. This is not practice ladies and gentlemen. This fight will not be anything less than vicious. Do not take chances. Cover each other's sixes. Keep your eyes peeled and don't ease up on those thrusters. Pull off your best maneuvers pilots, and check your vectors." Dimitri.

"Sound off Agent's of Chaos! We are here to serve as an example to the universe! Show them what we are made of! Urra!" Dimitri roared, a hand thumping the spot over his heart as numerous others mimicked his gesture and call over the comms. "Suit up and get strapped in folks! Dropping in five mikes!" He finished the speech as the communications officer cut the broad channel. He gave a nod to the group around him as pilots across the assortment of carriers. Fighting compartments locked and loaded, checking telemetries and setting distances for various munitions.

The wraith commanders keyed comms between each other, sorting out their courses pre-drop while the carriers spoke quietly about their tactics while Dimitri watched the rushing stars greet them, his mind awash with thoughts of how to proceed when they dropped. Queuing a series of channels, he began to speak before switching comm lines off. "All Spectre carriers, when the fleet drops, quarter ahead until we are just within range of our long range turbo-lasers. When all squadrons are away, present port side to the enemy and wind up weapons."

"Guardian will remain within proximity of the Spectre's half a length below the operation deck. Neebray vessels will sortie with the squadrons, half a length below the operation deck. Squadrons will operate within the dedicated operation deck until notified to clear the zone without fail. Communications officers, be sure to relay all relevant operation data directly to the Unicorn. Squadron Master's, you will be held accountable for the actions of your squads. We are not disabling engines when the call to strike comes. Aim for weapon emplacements first, destroy troop transports, and knock out their fighters."

He spoke without changing his tone, orders flowing with ease as he changed channels as affirmatives came through while he spoke to the next group. "Kessel's, you will keep a quarter of your force around the Spectres while the rest of you sortie with the Neebray. Both groups keep your distance until the sucker punch comes through. Draw out their squadrons and keep them in the operation deck but do not enter the deck."

Dimitri finished before cutting the last line and sighing. He remained in parade rest as the final seconds till drop from hyperspace ticked by. The lurch was always jarring as he steeled himself for the sight of the planet ahead of them. Not knowing what to expect made him nervous. The fleet was several hundred strong, but their strength largely rested upon the starfigthers and bombers. "Drop in three...two...one...brace!"

The Agents of Chaos dropped out of hyperspace in force. Nowhere near as large as the Catharian force, but their strength did not lay in numbers. Tactics and planning were the style the chaos admiral meddled with. His eyes scanned the operation area, and he sucked a breath at seeing the planet scorched beneath the fleet before them. The hairs on the back of his neck stood in a mix of anger and alarm. Hearing soft gasps from those around him he keyed the broadband comm channel once more.

"Pilots, get your fethin butts out there! Everyone move to positions and proceed with Operation Bad Kitty!" Dimitri called over the comm line before cutting it off and watching the external camera's as starfighters and bombers poured out of the Spectre carriers. The Neebray vessel's spat squadron's of their own as they went ahead. The Wraiths never stopped moving, gunning their drives to full as soon as they dropped while the Sentinel's lumbered for a moment before moving behind the Wraiths. The Kessel vessels wound themselves between the lot of them, the single pilot vessels warming up by themselves as they waited for their squadron to assemble outside the carriers.

Once assembled into squadrons, pilots in Oni Prowlers, Needle Intercepors, and Ghost Starfighter-Bombers went screaming off in tight groups as the Toscan Fighters followed behind at their own pace interweaving themselves with the Kessel and Neebray vessels. The call signs from each squadron sounded off as the Master's of each squad left the hangar's last. Once empty, the Spectre class pocket carriers would begin to turn broadside to the Catharian fleet.

"This is Banshee Master Three-Six, calling to all Scrapper Master's. We will be loitering in vector charlie-zulu until the path is cleared by the Spectre's. Call out any break away fighters for Party Crasher Masters to intercept, over and out." The ghost pilot called over comms between the single pilot vessels as they screamed towards the enemy fleet.

"Solid copy Banshee Three-Six, will relay, over and out." The Oni pilot called back, clicking another comm line. "This is Scrapper Master Five-Niner to all Party Crasher Master's. We will be calling out break away vessels for intercept in vector charlie-zulu, how copy, over?"

"Solid Copy Five-Niner, will relay, over and out." The Needle pilot called back. "All Party Crashers, this is One-Seven, break away enemy vessels called out by Scrappers are high priority. Sortie to vector charlie-zulu for intercept course, how copy, over?" Resounding affirmatives set the tone as the Party Crashers slowed their approach to the enemy fleet.

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TAGS
Scherezade deWinter | Jai'galaar Gred | Zaldros Sabolte | Xzaien | Jend-Ro Quill | CETCOM |

Spoiler

FLEET SETUP
No Hard Numbers to Avoid Overload
COMMAND VESSEL(S) -
PSC Unicorn - Dimitri Lindzinsky (4 active squadrons)
Second Command Vessel - Guardian Class Star Defender (2 active squadrons)

ESCORT VESSELS -
Sentinel Class Heavy Explorer - (1 active squadron each)
Wraith Vessels
Pocket Carriers - (4 active squadrons each)
Kessel Class Armed Couriers
Neebray Class Cargo/Carrier Frigate - (2 active squadrons each)

STARFIGHTER -
Numerous - Oni ClassProwler (12 per squad)
Numerous - iNf-46 Needle Interceptor (16 per squadron)
Numerous - Ghost Starfighter/Heavy Bomber (12 per squadron)
Numerous - CST Toscan 8-R Fighter (12 per squad)

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[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Aboard the Computer Says No, a Pocket Carrier
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 5 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 2 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
Tags: Xzaien CETCOM Jend-Ro Quill Dimitri Lindzinsky Jai'galaar Gred Zaldros Sabolte Mathilde Brennus

Seated calmly on one of those metal benches, Scherezade crossed one leg over the other, her arms resting lazily against her midriff, and her eyes wandering around, looking at all the people that had gathered there. She was used to missions that were decided on from this moment to the next, but she wasn't used to seeing so many people sign up. They had an actual full fleet with a fleet commander that wanted to be there, and people that followed, both for the space stuff and the ground forces. And the best thing? This was the result of announcing that the kittens had been behaving badly. It appeared that almost everyone wanted to skin a cat. It had made Scherezade snicker to learn how many of them actually thought of themselves as cat people and not dog people, and she wondered if the opportunity to fight big doggos would arrive, if the same people would sign up so quickly as well.

She longed for the field of battle. Throughout the many, many missions she had been on the last month, none of them had taken her to an actual combat field. What fights happened were physically on the small scale, a bunch of minor gangs at best. And sometimes monsters. But it wasn't the same. The Sithling didn't need to be told what the hard numbers were. She knew people were dying en-masse on the planet. She could feel the vibrations on the Great Web of the Force vibrate through her, announcing the loss not of every soul, but of every millions of them. Still the music ran deep, and she almost felt as though she could swallow them all and place them inside jars.

It was ironic. Scherezade was the Sith Lord, the one who had caused so many fields of corpses, the one who had completed mission after mission successfully in terrifyingly long streaks. In her heart, she had never cared for the lives of innocents. In truth she had never once been opposed to slavery. And yet she had served people who claimed to care about both. And now… Now it was more complicated. She still did not care for the innocents. To hear others proclaim about how they were coming to defend them… She would do it, of course, if need be. But that wasn't what she was here for. Though having recently made a new kitten friend in the form of the young Cathar Micah, her main purpose for being right here and right now was for the chance to skin Catharians in the most literal of sense. And she didn't quite care how many of the planet's population would die while that happened, even if some of them wouldn't have if it weren't for her methods.

As the speech made by Dimitri Lindzinsky began, she saw the faces of the other combatants gathered there with her. None of them would be fighting the ships, and had not been the immediate target audience, but all of them reacted to it. THe reactions were positive. Schereade nodded to herself. It was always good when the person you were putting on the top knew how to inspire, how to talk. It was part of why she'd never understood why anyone expected her to take an active leadership role among the Agents of Chaos. But those were thoughts for another time.

When his speech ended and their pilot announced that they would soon start podding their way to the planet, Scherezade grinned and jumped from her seat.

"Agents of Chaos!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. They'd received the inspiring speech, they didn't need another one from her. Especially when she wanted to do something else entirely. "Fifty thousand credits cash and a kiss from my sister to the person who brings the most Catharian pelts back! And if you die stupidly while trying to get them, your spouses are going to be wearing those ugly furs to your funerals!"

 

[Xzaien]

On the ground, the Battlefield was awash with bloodshed. The Legions of the Catharian Hegemony, indomitable as they were. Were bring slaughter and death down with every step. Entire platoons of Chiss Troopers wiped out by a single Army Trooper, to a single Archaic Space Marine tearing a Chis combatant to ribbons while his fellow men watched. Helpless. The Catharians were terrifying combatants, none worried about who they cleaved into two, or blasted so full of blaster bolts they scant resembled a person. None cared.

They were so convicted in their single goal to bring forth the surrender of the Chiss forever, a conquered Empire underfoot forever. They had spend thousands of years in preparation for this. First the Space Marines, and now a secret weapon. Deployed in massive numbers. However, their merciless slaugter of the Chiss defenders only brought along the ire of the Forces of Chaos. Already, they had plagued the attack on Thearterra with captured Marines, now they deployed them in full in an attempt to halt the Catharian Advance. Squads of these Traitors, exited Force Portals, only to lay waste upon the battlefield. Killing Chiss and Catharian alike. They were animals, captured and mutated to do the unholy bidding of death and destruction.

These Traitors, were none other than the early pioneers of Catharian Travel. Thought lost forever in the black holes and the indomitable forces of the Unknown Region. Though dead, gone from the Galaxy Forever. Their return, has sparked nothing by the ire of the Hegemon's closely knit Marine Battle Groups. These Traitors, clad in power armor horribly mutated to whatever unholy magics forced upon them by the evil known as Chaos. They fought, only caring for the hunt. They too died in droves. Cut down with Blaster Fire, or simply overwhelmed by their Genetically Superior brethren. They were the first generations, weak in mind yet strong in body. They died, as drones and traitors. Nothing more.

The battle raged, The Fortress world of Avidich failing to surrender with every passing hour. The ground, awash with the blood of the Chiss defenders, and the sweat of the Catharian Attackers only seemed to go on and on. Each of the Fortifications on Thearterra were liable to be held for MONTHS without any sort of orbital bombardment. Already, the Catharians softened these installations up with the Anti-Matter bombing of the planet mere hours before, but now the Chiss seemed to fight with a religious fervor only given to an enraged brood mother in fear of loosing their home.

The newly minted Shock Marines surged forth from their custom made landing pods. Bring destruction to the enemies of Cathay with every step. Large rumbling brutes of men, capable of tanking shots from orbital turbolasers, and smaller more human like sized individuals who slinked behind enemy lines. Cutting throats, and destroying logistic trains for the Chiss defenders. They were the newest weapon in the arsenal of the Hegemony, and were they terrifying to see. They shouted war cries, that shook the very Earth beneath them.

"PURGE THEM IN FIRE!"

"DEATH TO THE TRAITORS!"

"REPENT IN THE NAME OF THE QUEEN MOTHER!"

The soldiers of the Hegemony, Mighty as they are had little problem slamming through wave, after wave, of Chiss Defenders. Each Army Trooper, was easily equal to ten of the Chiss. The Chiss knew they were outmatched. Numbers, Firepower, training, weapons. They all knew that the loss was inevitable, but they would be damned not to hold Avidich until the last Chiss on planet perishes. Even the Catharian Conscripts, each a Blue Skinned Chiss fought for the very subjugation of their people. They saw nothing in the glory of dying for a lost cause. They took to the streets, Fighting tooth and nail for every single room, bunker, and basement. They too were terrifying to behold. Even though armed with advanced slugh-thrower type weapons, they proved an equal match for their Loyalist Chiss Counterparts. In the loyalists eyes, These Chiss who turned against them in their need to fight were Traitors through and through.

The battlefields of Avidich were chaotic through and through. Army Troopers, Shock Troopers, and even Conscripts fought for the road to Csillia. The road to the end of the war. Each of them knew of their Queen Mother's blessing. They knew they fought for her because she knew what all of this suffering would lead to. The bulwark, against evil.

The Army Troops were skilled in their fighting. Each of them calling out praise toward their queen mother in every sort of battlecry they were able to conjure up from mere mortal lungs.

"LONG LIVE THE CATHARIAN HEGEMONY!"

"LEAVE NONE ALIVE"

"BRING DESTRUCTION TO THIS WORLD"

"TEACH THEM PAIN! AND SUFFERING!

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In orbit things were different. The Catharian Navy had already crushed and routed the Directorate attackers. Boarding actions at the hand of each of their 20 Legions worth of Marines saw fit that three of the Directorate's largest Star Destroyers were to join the fray on the side of Cathay. The bridges of the Cathay Rahtai, were awash with calls of freedom, and happiness. Glory for us all.

A deck officer, a man of minimal expertise and experience, caught wind of a inbound fleet coming in from the Unknown Regions. He ran toward the Senior Officers, Information and tow to prepare the fleet for counter attacks. They reached true ears, as part of the Catharian Fleet suddenly dissapeared into hyperspace. Seemingly back to the Throneworld of Cathay herself. Likely as a means to bring reinforcements. Whatever happened, is that a singular landing pod was sent forth from the bowels of that Black Flagship, heading straight for the arctic regions of Avidich, where the fighting was the least bloody, to meet an old friend perhaps... In orbit, the fleet prepared itself for the incoming hostiles. They all knew who this was. The party that has been a thorn in their side of months now. And they were ready, oh were they ready.

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The snow drenched wastelands of Avidich's northern pole only seemed to invite nothing but pain and suffering for its inhabitants. Its defenses, created almost a thousand years ago during the Vong invasion of the Galaxy, long frozen over in time. All that was left of the Chiss Garrison here were training centers for their winter assault troops. Long disintegrated following the fall of the Chiss from Galactic Power. A depressing scene. Once used war gear simply abandoned in the tundra just to be eaten at by weather and rust. A true treasure trove for Scientists and Engineers just lying mere meters under the ice.

The engagements between Chiss and Catharian forces here seemed to be quite on the low side. Localized Skirmishes rather than the all out wars fought over planetary defenses. Small skirmishes of Troopers against Conscripts, or Conscripts against Shock Marines. Who knows what else may else lie here in the wastes.

Jend-Ro Quill has been here. Snooping since the last battle in the war of the Blue Diamond. He was here for a singular purpose. To meet with the Queen Mother herself. Xzaien. From orbit, a small landing craft slowly made headway through the windy mists of the Avidician Wasteland. Landing a few hundred yards from where Xzaien first picked up Jend's signature in the frozen wastes. The Landing craft itself was almost featureless, just a highly advanced landing craft designed with one purpose. Transporting the Queen Mother herself. As it landed, A small group of about five Heavy Shock Marines disembarked first, Followed by Five Shock Marine Infiltrators.

The Heavy Shock Marines easily bore a resemblance to the older Catharian Space Marines. But something, appeared to be different in regards to their wargear. More refined, better. The lighter Marines weren't any different from their larger counterparts. They wore a lighter version of their heavier counterparts. Tailored for their smaller bodies. In their hands, they held Standard Issue Blaster Weapons used by the Army Troopers.

Following them out, was a woman in Red. Xzaien easily. Her head was covered by a thick scarf of some stout material, and a crested Ceremite helmet was braced against her side. She appeared to be completely unarmed. And she stepped forward. Calling out through the force to Jend. It was time.

Scherezade deWinter ​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

"Send them away, Autocrat. This isn't their day."

Wrapped in rough brown robes and layers of frost, Quill shuffled out from the cover of nearby crags. Ignoring the troopers, he walked toward Xzaien .

Like her, he came off as unarmed. He had a couple of lightsabers inside his robes, less for concealment and surprise than to keep the metal warm. It was a bitter day in the Avidichi arctic. One of his sabers had good temperature protection and a heated grip; the other, which he'd taken from a Knight of Ren, didn't. He flashed back to youthful misadventures with frigid metal, and smiled under the rime of frost that bedecked his facial hair.

"You came to a Jedi enclave at the other side of the galaxy. You said friendship was on the table, or at least nonaggression, but your campaign is causing catastrophic loss of life. I came to see if there's any way you could turn your wrath away from the Chiss. The Force alone knows how many interesting threats the Unknown Regions hold. Better and more honourable challenges, certainly."

 

[Jai'galaar Gred]

Location: Aboard one of the Neebray-classes.
Tags: Dimitri Lindzinsky Scherezade deWinter Jend-Ro Quill Xzaien CETCOM

Jai ran to the hangers of the Neebray he was aboard, quickly hopping into a 8-R Toscan. The time to launch was now, and his fighter had been loaded out for a multirole strike. He listened to Dimitri, almost happy to be just a pilot for a change. He quickly flipped some switches, and quickly launched off with the other squadrons. If there was one big thing a Toscan had going for it it was speed.

As he came out of the ship he was in, he heard squadrons calling out, including a familiar Wild Weasel callsign. "This is Screamer. Me and the Weasel's will hit their anti-fighter weapons and draw their attention. Give you proper boys a clear way in." Ah Weasels. Not much for formalities, but they got the job done. Jai then quickly flicked is comms to life, calling out.

"This is Burner Master.... Blast it whatever the number is. I'll help play overwatch for the heavies. Be sure their fighters can't get an angle on them."

 

[Mathilde Brennus]

Mathilde had just flown into a hurricane.

At least it felt that way to the witch as violent shockwaves rippled through the Force, crashing against her very being. The sudden intensity right out of reversion caused her to take a half step back on the bridge to steady herself. Immediately afterward she felt the gaze of her Exo, Arlen, down from the comm pit. With a slight swivel of the head, she met his eyes long to let him see her roll hers before snapping forward again. No words had been spoken between the two Echani, but a whole conversation had just occurred through body language alone.

She didn't require his concern. In fact, she fared much better than most Force Sensitives who had just run smack dab into the middle of an ever growing Force Wound. Novices would have been reduced to a fetal position if they hadn't totally blanked out first. Such a blight from psychic trauma could only be birthed from mass extinction.

In the span of minutes, casualties already exceeded Alderran and Malachor V combined.

Arlen was lucky to be deaf to these nightmares. Wielding the Force as much burden as blessing.

"The veil is thin."

Reiva, was well in the very back of the bridge, but the Deathsinger's velvety voice carried right to Mathilde's ear as if the Miraluka was standing right beside her.

"I feel it." she confirmed. "The barbarians have already done the leg work for us."

Usually, it took a while for the Deathsingers to form their choir. Sacrifices were required to practice their arts to the fullest, but the Cathar had greeted them with a glut of fresh kills, thousands upon thousands more piled on by the second. In death, they only grew stronger.

Already, she could hear the others, harmonizing with the dark echoes of the Wound, beginning their mournful Dirge for the doomed fortress world.

"Message from the AoC," Arlen reported.

"Put it up," she ordered, arms now clasped behind her back. Already she was acclimatizing, letting the dark ether unleashed course through her, nourishing her spirit.

"Agents of Chaos!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. They'd received the inspiring speech, they didn't need another one from her. Especially when she wanted to do something else entirely. "Fifty thousand credits cash and a kiss from my sister to the person who brings the most Catharian pelts back! And if you die stupidly while trying to get them, your spouses are going to be wearing those ugly furs to your funerals!"

"Look at that, Arlen. You may finally get to experience the touch of a woman you didn't have to pay first."

No one on the bridge made an audible reaction, but she could see some crewman within earshot smirk or shudder as they contained a chuckle. War was hell, even if you were getting paid handsomely to wage it, so any amount of levity as appreciated.

"Keep tailing the Sith's (Scherezade's) vessel until we break atmosphere," she instructed the helmsmen. "Then find a nice flat patch to land."

The pilot had quite a few options, as the Cathar had successfully leveled several cities within their opening salvos.

"I'm detecting high levels of gamma radiation," a senior sensor operator instructed. "Nuclear fallout, and trace amounts of positrons in low orbit, probably from photon warheads."

So the Hegemony had decided kick off things off with a nuclear barbecue. No wonder why the disturbance here was so great.

"Make sure everyone suits up," she ordered Arlen. "I hear bacta doesn't work so well against cancer. Let the droids and auxiliaries establish a perimeter, and then we'll hold whatever remains of this rust bucket."

"It will be done."

While Arlen began to disseminate her orders through the units, she left the bridge for the armory, Reiva following her out. Chatter picked up in the pits as the ancient militarized freighter was engaged by interceptors in space as it lurched ever closer to the planet. She could hear faint booms from the interior as crude blisters of flak guns and turbolasers on the hull roared to life. In a proper fight, the glorified barge wouldn't have stood a chance taking down any warships, but now it shined as an assault carrier. A temporary assault carrier anyway.

This would be the first and last flight of the freighter rechristened Umbra.

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Xzaien Scherezade deWinter Dimitri Lindzinsky Jai'galaar Gred CETCOM

 

[Xzaien]

Mathilde Brennus​

The Crater in which Brennus and the crew of the freighter Umbra was awash with soot, and firestorms. The landscape was blackened from the impact of the hundreds of Anti-Matter warheads. All that remained of the former Chiss defenders were ashes, and the sun bleached bones of those who attempted to hide behind cover. Remnants of fortifications were seen, cracked and twisted by whatever force these Anti-Matter warheads have created. Initial scans of the landscape found aerosolized inert anti-matter particles which rapidly decayed into the environment. There were very few survivors within a continental sized radius. It seemed that the warheads were also aimed toward large concentrations of Chiss Formations, and Fortifications. The only survivors being Chiss Regulars who forsaw the bombing.

The air in this crater was sooty, and smelled of death. Obviously reinvigorating those within Brennus's crew. All they knew now, was that if they were seen by Catharian Forces, or spotted from orbit. They could certainly be erased from Orbital Bombardment from the Rahtai Flagship. However, it was the distant sound of Marching, that perked their ears up. The sound of thousands upon thousands of men, all marching in Unison into the crater to secure it and push battle-lines further west, where the Capitol City was located. They came from the East, cresting over the Lip of the crater. Entire formations of Battle Hardened, and Experienced Catharian Army Infantry and Shock Troops. However, it seemed that some of the Leaders of these roving formations signalled something.

These Platoon leaders, seemed to raise their arm up, a Blaster Pistol or a Carbine seen in their hands. They wore the White Armor of the Catharian Army, with Masks to filter out the sooty air. Easily, there were at least a Million Men in this formation that stood before them alone. However, it seemed that they were just gazing upon those down in the middle of the Crater, judging their every movement. However, the relative silence of the crater changed. A single figure, of a massive height and scale appeared at the top. Clad in the finest Power Armor produced by Catharian Hands. In their hands, a massive Sword Held tight against their chest. Obviously, this figure was a woman judging by the specific contouring given to them. And they walked, forward ahead of the formation. They approached, slowly. Each movement a calculated one. They stood, a hundred or so yards away from their improvised fort. She spoke.

"Civilians, I seek not your destruction. Lay down your arms, and I will guarantee that you will be allowed safe passage from system."​

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Avidici Frosty Wasteland.

Xzaien stepped forward, leaving her allies. She in turn presented herself in-front of Jend-Ro Quill . Her face exposed to open air. She spoke to him.

"I do not want to destroy you. I have learned of your various Failures. It is not too late to do the right thing. We have a mutual enemy here greater than the Sith. They are the ones who seek the destruction of our way of life, and the perpetration of Genocide throughout the Galaxy. You and I, The Jedi and Sith must band together to destroy this threat."​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

An orthodox Jedi maxim bound Quill to use the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. There was a gray area, though: placing oneself in the path of someone who a) would attack and b) needed to be taken town. He was reasonably certain that killing Xzaien would save a lot of lives, but the first part waa a little up in the air.

"It sounds like you're describing the Bryn'adul, but how does decimating Avidich enter the picture? Your conquest of the Chiss worlds - is this about their ancestors' or leaders' actions in some way, or do you claim there's some strategic necessity? They've armed noncombatants in their desperation, Autocrat, and those people, children, are dying at your hands. Where's the net good you imply?"

 

["Wolffe"]

The Catharian system of order was a mess. The war was bloody, the brutality which expended itself into the soul of every living creature which had been either blessed or cursed, depending on their view. War was an enemy that tore the essence from those which it swore to protect. War is an enemy which carves it's due from which the victim bears witness too. Perhaps war was a blessing in disguise? After all, we go without a day in which Man and his fellow species are not carving each other into sculptures of flesh and bone. Lead and Death. Shall we go into the Dark after the mighty flash or shall we burn our differences? Possibly a world that could be done would not be with the world of Advich. Nor the hegemony, Nor those which oppose their aggressions. Wake and kiss a child which is destined to die, That is sadly the galaxy which has been pressed to the forefront of society and the Region of the Galaxy which pressed war on war to dominate this corner of the galaxy would be no different.



The sky is Over. Behind closed eyes we lie at war with all of the creatures of the world, like a vampire biting at the bit, frothing at the tooth, for a lick of blood. A taste is all which it needs to become the sin of a world, the cause of suffering throughout the world. Perhaps that is what Saarai-Kaar "Wolffe" had been pressed into thought over as he descended with Catharian forces to the surface of the war-torn world. When you cradle the sun you end up getting burnt, and here the sun was cradled by all. The pain was pressed by hubris, Fear was held back by a chain of its own creation in all. The flavor of Fear was one that could be "tasted" by the Master of the ancient Jensaarai Order. Why was he truly here? That was blemish of his thought that curled into the wonder of the future. As the craft which bore him and the other Catharian soldiers he himself was stone-footed in the middle of the transport bay with his fists ever so properly clasped behind his back and his eyes sealed like a vice pressed the skin down shut from the complications of his Power. What really was the Sage-like master doing? Why he was viewing the suffering that he had missed. He was connected like no other was in the Force which was present on the world - Psychometry was a blessed thing, but also a curse. His mind pulsed the gentle, subtle reconstructions of battlefields in his mind but what he did not search for was the Crimes which were committed by the forces of his non-aligned invaders - no. His views were of those who Suffered. Children and their now-deceased parentage ducking into cover in alleys, hiding in the unlikeliest of spots to soon be killed in a war which they had no cause of.



Golden Eyes. Golden Eyes shone whence the masters' eyes snapped open from their original shade of emerald green and the ever unnerving feelings of Fear emitted in proximity around those which stood near him - Not his own fear, but Fear which he in no simpler of words had Eaten of the souls which the Force constructed for him. His stone-cold expression matched with the Goldeneyes that shown just true of which he had done had pushed his will toward that of the Darkness, but it wasn't orange like that of a Sith when they had a feast, but a literal golden shade of yellow. The Jensaarai was not one to fall of his own will. An Aura of fear emanated from his person in the transport washing over the forms of the various Catharian assault troops in ways which could be sickening to some, weakening to others. Subtle anxiety was all that he needed to emanate to all around him. Their own will would do the rest.



Once they were on the ground, however, wolffe's aura seemed to settle as he walked the bombed-out lanes of the Chiss civilization for all he saw as he walked was the Damned walking the street, the souls which had been lost in a futile war which burned out the Sky for all. The Sky is Over.

 

[Xzaien]

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: :The Capitol City : :
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What remained of the Capitol City of Avidich no longer resembled a City. It resembled a soot choked hellscape of fire and brimstone. Already in the first invasion on planet did the Chiss continue to hold to the road to the Capitol. A road, suffocated with the scent of burning flesh and flamethrower fuel. Fortifications lining this vital road out and into the city all were coated in the Bodies of fighting men and women from both Sidez. A metaphorical wasteland where the trees were missing, blown apart by artillery bombardment from behind Chiss and Catharian battle-lines.

The battle for the Capitol was only in its beginning stages, and the loss of life for both sides was horrible to bear witness to. Gunned down Chiss and burning husks of armored vehicles blocked the highways, clouded the streets, and muddied the water. The only survivors, being those who chose to stay in their homes hiding from retaliation from both the Chiss and Catharian Armies. This was a war of never before seen brutality. Every minute, a child lost his Father, a Father his only sons. A Mother and her infant. This was the cost of total war. Despite the bleak situation for the Avidici survivors, they still held ground inside of the city. Literally fighting to the last man to hold every single building, room, and closet imaginable. At regular intervals, sounds of extended blaster fights were head echoing throughout the streets, alongside explosions from artillery bombardment. War cries were plentiful, yet inaudible.

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Massed engagements from either side were quickly beginning, as forces began their movements after the shattering of a portion of the planet during the Anti-Matter bombardment. What is to be said of those cities and forts hit by the opening salvoes which began the Battle of Avidich is unknown. Surface scans of these areas read minimal signs of habitation and life-signs. For miles around the impact points, the air was polluted and choked with some unknown miasma which killed the plants and animals around it. Those not vaporized in the explosions, could have survived. But they were small in number.

The air surrounding these zones was dangerous to those with lung problems. However, the afteraffects of such a bombardment would likely mean that these regions, once consisting of great cities uninhabitable for weeks at the very least. The one good thing about Anti-Matter, was that it annihilated everything it came into contact with. Meaning that little of ground pollutants were released into the atmosphere. The prime reason why there is no fallout or black rain. However, the Survivors would likely carry the scars of such an event themselves. In the form of anti-matter burns which seemed to sear the flesh off their bones, or cataracts formed by the bright explosions.

Each City in the blast radius of these warheads, were rendered dead within minutes...

: : The Avidici Frostlands : : ​

Xzaien stepped forward again, this time in a non threatening manner. She understood why Jend felt the way he did about this war. She listened to every word he said with intrigue and interest. Hanging onto the first as much as the last. Her face turned glum briefly before returning to the neutral expression that she was infamous for having at almost all times. She spoke, answering his words.

"With war comes consequences Master Jedi. Goals cannot be attained without bloodshed. The people of the Ascendancy need a new power, to protect them from both the Agents of Chaos and the Bryn'Adul. You do not understand the predicament these people of the Unknown Regions are in. They face a greater enemy then I. Bogo Rai, Thearterra. Both of these worlds and sectors fall under the banner of the Hegemony, because I can make this section of the Galaxy impenetrable from attack. I attempted diplomacy with them once, however they denied me. Not believing that their end at the hands of Chaos or the Adul' being inevitable. I work on a great machine to bring safety and security to this part of the Galaxy. A machine of power and knowledge. A beacon to defend us all."

Jend-Ro Quill "Wolffe" Mathilde Brennus Scherezade deWinter ​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Quill took in Xzaien 's muted emotional expression - a matter of long habit and/or blunted affect, which indicated but wasn't exclusive to being a psychopath.

"I'm not seeing the justification," he said. "Killing these people to save them? If your goals were sincere, you'd have found a better way."

He hesitated on the verge of deciding that she had to die - a decision worth careful consideration and reconsideration, if one was to approach it responsibly.

"Tell me about the threat," he said at last. "Tell me why this is necessary, in your eyes."

 

[Dasmi Lindervale]

F L E E T - A D M I R A L | D I M I T R I​

Half of their fleet jumped, and Dimitri made note of it but gave no reaction as the pocket carriers turned. The fighters and bombers continued to weave through around and under each other on their way to deliver what they carried with each of them. Utter chaos. The lot of them had given their callsigns on the way out of the door, and each still chattered with each other, trying to ease the tension and impending sense of doom this fleet gave off.

The carriers remained at long range, the frigates and cruisers still remaining plainly below the view of the carriers broadside, not that the enemy could see just yet what the plan the Agent's of Chaos had for this broadside. The tactic was still fairly new onto the scene, but something that Dimitri hoped would help even just a little as the carriers eased into their position.

The windup on their turbolaser's wouldn't take more than a minute, and in that time, the fighters heard the signal to clear the lanes for the incoming fire. The whole wave of fighters, bombers, and interceptors suddenly dropped below the deck as the signal came through. Everyone of them had been briefed on the tactic.

"Solid Copy Burner Master, Party Crasher's will be on your six in case of tag along's. Keep clear of the op-deck. Carrier's are getting their barrage off." One of the Needle pilots called back to Jai'galaar Gred before sliding in between the vessels that were slowly moving forward to the engagement in space. The carriers behind them were giving the telltale energy warning as the turbolaser spun up for their last few moments of targetting.

Dimitri clicked on comm's over the carriers when they were nearly finished. "Double up on targets, callout and focus fire. No engines, and if you are destroying it. Finish it off. Don't leave anything floating in the system." He called over the comm line. It would not help the people below if a warship was left in orbit because someone had blown the propulsion off it. Never mind that the fighters had their own worries than a ship being able to focus weapons on them.

"Targeting th-Targeting with you-calling this-doubling up on-" The chatter piled up as they all took targets and Dimitri called his own target. The carrier line(roughly half the vessels that showed) up finished the wind up, and a wash of turbolaser fire roared in at long range against the Catharian fleet. The whole group that had been below the line up now floated up and engaged at their leisure as the carrier's took their time with another barrage.

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TAGS
Scherezade deWinter | Jai'galaar Gred | Zaldros Sabolte | Xzaien | Jend-Ro Quill | CETCOM |

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FLEET SETUP
No Hard Numbers to Avoid Overload
COMMAND VESSEL(S) -
PSC Unicorn - Dimitri Lindzinsky (4 active squadrons)
Second Command Vessel - Guardian Class Star Defender (2 active squadrons)

ESCORT VESSELS -
Sentinel Class Heavy Explorer - (1 active squadron each)
Wraith Vessels
Pocket Carriers - (4 active squadrons each)
Kessel Class Armed Couriers
Neebray Class Cargo/Carrier Frigate - (2 active squadrons each)

STARFIGHTER -
Numerous - Oni ClassProwler (12 per squad)
Numerous - iNf-46 Needle Interceptor (16 per squadron)
Numerous - Ghost Starfighter/Heavy Bomber (12 per squadron)
Numerous - CST Toscan 8-R Fighter (12 per squad)

 

[Xzaien]

(OOC)
Consider this, my last post as this character on this website. Something has come up IRL that requires my immediate and undivided attention. I probably won’t return, but if everything goes well I will return probably during late November, or early 2021. Thanks for this experience.