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Invasion The Rim War: Revenge of the Empire | EotL Invasion of TAC-held Garn and Maldra IV | Chapter 2


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In the wake of Emperor Velran Kilran’s fiery death over Mon Cala, the Empire of the Lost enters a critical flashpoint in its reign. While the rebellious Tingel Arm Coalition was defeated in its attempt at reclaiming Lothal, the battle exposed a number of festering weaknesses in the core of the Empire. Among the young Empire’s many issues, among its most dire are an anemic military-industrial complex, a rebellious population, and a young, untested Empress seated on the Throne.

Still, the Empire marches on.

Recognizing the threat that the Coalition represents to the health of the Imperial state, the Moff Council authorizes the launch of an offensive—the first to be waged against the insurgent state on the Empire’s borders. Targeting the Bryn'adûl-ravaged worlds of Maldra IV and Garn, the Imperial council hopes that the successful capture of these worlds will lay the foundations for deep strikes into Coalition space. In such an event, the Empire would be in a prime position to assault the Coalition’s capital of Hurikane, giving the opportunity to snuff out the rebellion at its heart.

However, as the Empire moves to seize the initiative, the Coalition seeks to answer for their defeat at Mon Cala and Lothal where they saw initial success but lost significant ground due to Imperial reinforcement.

Mysteriously silenced by the Bryn'adûl many years prior, Maldra IV has yet to fully recover from the geoengineered apocalypse inflicted upon it. Regardless, resettlement and restorative terraforming efforts spearheaded by a conglomerate of corporations and the Coalition government have reached their early stages. Amidst these efforts, the presence of the Nest has positioned the planet as a critical nexus of the Coalition military. It was this juncture (and others like it) that allowed the Coalition to strike Lothal and Mon Cala. Thus, the Empire seeks to capture the base in a surprise attack as the Coalition recovers from their failed offensive. Both states have the security of their borders at stake, as whoever holds the planet will be able to utilize the space it is in as a jump point for future incursions into enemy territory.

As the invasion of Maldra IV goes into action, the Garn system comes under Imperial assault as well. While Garn itself is little more than a barren world of diseased trees and desolate landscapes, it is surrounded by a dense asteroid field that holds the ancient Citadel of Rur. Once the headquarters of the Ordu Aspectu—a now-defunct Jedi sect known for their relentless pursuit of immortality—the space station-fortress now lies abandoned, though its powerful, esoteric secrets remain. For the Empire, Grandmaster Teckla Tane and Grand Inquisitor Aculia Voland have authorized a combined force of Crusaders, Inquisitors, and various elite units to seize the station and the priceless knowledge held within. All the while, the Coalition deploys the Aquilian Rangers and accompanying special forces to do the same, at the behest of a mysterious, wealthy benefactor.
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Objective II: Air War - Fleeting and Dogfighting

As the ground assault moves underway on Maldra IV, vicious space and air battles occur in the skies above.

In high orbit, capital ship formations engage in battle to secure space superiority and to enable further reinforcements to reach the beleaguered plant. However, as the battle progresses, the bulk of the Coalition fleet coalesces around the orbital defense platform. With the station’s ability to launch devastating interstellar strategic missiles, it can threaten Imperial shipyards and planets that are deep inside Imperial space (and far outside the local system), thus allowing the Coalition to retaliate in the event of the worst. Realizing the massive scale of destruction that the station could inflict with such a capability, the Imperial fleet immediately pivots their objectives to destroying or boarding the station. In doing so, the Empire seeks to remove the Coalition’s ability to enact brutal retaliation against Imperial assets in response to the potentially upcoming orbital bombardment of the Nest.

In the atmosphere, scores of Imperial strikecraft can be seen engaging in aerial combat as they attempt to slip through designated junction points in the continental shield in an effort to secure air dominance and provide close air support to their ground forces. Should they succeed in getting through the junction points, Imperial pilots may be tasked with unleashing air strikes against the shield generator station itself, in an attempt to open the Nest and the surrounding battlefield to their capital ships above. All the while, Coalition aces outside the continental shield attempt to enforce an air exclusion zone around critical junction points on the shield in an effort to secure their airspace. However, it is those Coalition squadrons inside the shield that represent the very last line of defense. They are tasked with protecting the shield generator station from bombardment by engaging any Imperial craft that dare approach. Failure could mean the collapse of the shield entirely, thus exposing the Nest and those allied forces in the surrounding defensive cordon to brutal orbital bombardment.
 

Eremia Loigos

High Admiral of the Pantora League


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Objective II: Air War
Location: Bridge of Tate-Class Heavy Cruiser Keraunam, Flagship of Adm. Eremia Loigos, Orbit of Maldra IV
Tags: OPEN

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It had been a few months since Admiral Loigos had brought her small group of war hungry Pantorans into the fold as permanent additions to the Empire of the Lost. She had made brief contact with the group long before, but had renewed her efforts to bucking the trend of meek Pantorans and establishing footholds of power throughout the Outer Rim with colonies of her people. That work had soured on the aging Admiral who yearned for more action. Hearing of the rebellions on Dac and Lothal and the toll that defeating the uprisings had put on the Empire of the Lost, Eremia decided that this would be a good spot to return to her preferred method of aggression. War.

The rebels who had caused all the trouble on Dac and Lothal were gaining influence in the border systems, if not officially in the Empire proper. Now it was the Empire's turn to go on the offensive. Eremia and her Pantoran crew had worked diligently to mesh with the personnel of Crusader Strike Fleet Aurek. The fleet was down a capital ship so the Keraunam would fill that void nicely. Admiral Rimmer was also less of an Imperial insider so the coordination seemed to work out pretty well. Now it was time to find out how well.

"Strike Fleet Aurek. Launch all fighters and Storks. Fighter Commanders no orders are unchanged from when we left Garel. Stay on point, but be ready to pivot at a moment's notice." the voice of Admiral Rimmer echoed through the bridge of the Keraunam as the fleet exited hyperspace and began its advance on the orbital defense platform.

Eremia's lips formed into a sly grin. This is what she had been waiting for. This is what she had missed in all her time colonizing the uncharted systems of the Outer Rim. This is what she was born to do. Leaning to her left, the Admiral pressed several buttons on the arm of her command chair that brought a small holo of the field of battle up in front of her. She wasn't sure what the extent of the defense would consist of, but her ship and the fighters attached were to focus their efforts on the defense platform no matter what. The rest of the Strike Fleet as well as the Imperial Navy would adjust their tactics based on the enemy fleet complement. That was none of her concern. "Kindūnan and Deletaa squadrons clear a path. Arete and Enīpem squadrons get in as close as you can to the station and start launching your missiles." The Shyrack would lead the way. The Narglatch would deliver the punches.

"Helm give the fighters some distance and then follow them in to provide as much cover as we can. Time for war ladies and gentlemen. Let's show these people what kind of hell a Pantoran can bring." There was a brief moment of euphoric response before the bridge quickly returned to business.

As Admiral Loigos' orders were put into motion and her Pantoran ships did their part, so too did the rest of Strike Fleet Aurek. Hangars emptied in nothing flat. Admiral Rimmer had spent much time getting his sort of people in positions of command within the fleet since the Battle of Lothal. Things were now running smoothly. The fighters were in the field. The forces bound to support the ground battle had been sent forth and now it was time to see what the enemy had in store for them.

 


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Objective: II - Air War
Location: En Route to Maldra IV, Aboard the Basilisk, Primary Bridge
Equipment: Imperial Uniform with Chest Armor, IG-14 Blaster Pistol
Allies: Empire of the Lost
Hostiles: Tingle Arm Coalition
Fleet and Complement:
Flagship - Basilisk-Class Battleship, Basilisk (3,500m)
Castor I/E Cruiser Carrier, Wyvern, Drake (1,800m)
ISFM Storm Hawk Frigate, Wyrm, Salamander (1,000m)
Octarius-class Destroyer, Cockatrice (401m)
Hasta-Class Corvette Mark I, Fairy, Nymph, Pixie, Troll, Goblin, Kobold (600m)
[Banshee Squadron] TIE/PhA Phantom Advanced (2 squadrons (8 craft)) (72m)
Total Meterage: 7,373 meters
Basilisk
Wyvern
Drake
Wyrm
Salamander
Karl Von Strauss
C1RC3
Crew
Keegan/Officers
Banshee Squadron

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Karl stood on the primary bridge of one of his newest creations, the Basilisk, as it traveled through hyperspace. He watched the stars shoot by, thinking of something forgotten, but now remembered, before a small tap on his shoulder brought him back to the present. He turned around and saw his faithful bodyguard, C1RC3, in her non-stealthed form.

“Karl,” she said in the voice that mimicked his late wife's, “Please don’t look out for too long, you’ll give yourself hyper-rapture.”

”Yes, of course. I was just thinking back to a past battle.” He said walking past her towards his command podium. He put his hands upon its sides before looking back. ”I was thinking back to the battle of Skor II when my flag was under the First Order. I turned my ship into a pinwheel fighting a… a clever freighter captain. I doubt I’ll be able to do that to this ship, but it doesn’t have the same rear vulnerability the Imperial Ten Twos did.”

He continued with his story, regaling his bridge crew with his past glories mixed in with the scolding he got from the grand admiral afterward. He continued until one of the technicians spoke up

“Sir, one minute till we drop out of hyperspace.”

”Thank you, ensign Moira.” He pressed a button on his podium beginning his transmission throughout the ship and to the others within his fleet. <<”Imperials! We stand here today on the brink of our offensive into TAC space. We bring with us the retribution, the vengeance, and the anger from the death of our Emperor. These so-called rebels, this coalition, kicked the hornet’s nest, and now will feel our sting. We now march to battle, after rigorously training for months. We are ready, and I am sure our enemies are not; they do not realize the wrath we bring with us nor the excellence of imperial-trained crews. I am proud of you all and could not think of a better crew to have behind me. Now, for the Emperor! For the Empress!”>>

After his speech he looked towards Commodore Keegan, his adjutant captain aboard the Basilisk, he nodded right as the klaxons began to blare down the hall signaling only thirty more seconds till the end of the jump. Keegan began to bark orders, “All hands man your battle stations, pilots prepare for take off as soon as the jump is complete…”

His orders began to fall on Karl’s increasingly deaf ears as he zoned out, thinking. Right before the ship dropped out of hyperspace Karl took a photo out of his breast pocket and unfolded it. It was a picture of him and his son on Augustus's first day as a bridge crewman; Karl was crouching down over one of the bridge pits with Augustus trying to climb over the edge. He put it on the corner of his podium, to remind him what he specifically is fighting to protect.

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Karl looked out of the bridge to see the TAC defense and their defense platform. It was one of the reasons he had offered to join as a fleet commander, it threatens the very shipyards he now governs as a Moff. It was unacceptable that they had an asset that large, it either needed to be destroyed or taken by force.

Karl was happy to oblige.

He looked at the hologram of the battlefield laid out in front of him taking in all variables. ”Alright, Hastas move into a forward chevron formation to create our fighter and missile screen. Wyvern and Drake move to the Basilisk’s rear port and starboard.” He pauses for a moment to move pieces around. ”Cockatrice, Wyrm, and Salamander, move into a chevron behind the Hastas. Cockatrice takes point. We will be in the middle. Pilots, keep in a defensive holding pattern around your ships, fighters stay with your bombers.”

<<And what about us sir?>> A raspy voice said over the radio.

”I told you to stay on the secure line Banshee. Activate the phkalt and begin moving in a wide clockwise formation, I want you behind the enemy, but do not attack until I say so. Understood?”

<<Understood sir, Banshees cloaking up.>>

Almost unseen, Banshee Squadron, uses the phkalt metal of their Advanced TIE Phantoms to become unnoticable as they magnetically detach from the hull of the Basilisk. Moving to flank their enemy.

“I still don’t know why you dragged out those Phantoms from the depths of cold storage.” Keegan said to Karl.

”I wanted an edge that would hopefully be small an unnoticed.” He said watching the faint refections grow distant in the vacuum of space. ”And the banshees are known for their hit and run tactics, and they are equipped with shield leeching and seismic missiles. Which can help cause chaos among the enemies ranks.”

“Sir.” a voice came from one of the technician pits, “all ships are in positions awaiting orders.”

Karl walked up to the viewport and looked out over his fleet. ”This is only half of what I commanded at Skor, but its arguably twice as effective. We wait for our allies to arrive, if we are fired upon, fire back. Activate the “bloodhound” system, if anything is cloaked I want to know about it. And have depurgo missiles primed and ready if they decide to use the gas from the battle of Dac.”

There was a round of affirmatives as Karl walked back to his podium. He steadied himself and took in a deep breath. He was not anxious, he was not afraid. He was ready.

The fleet moves into positions and waits for allies.

The Banshee Squadron cloaks and moves to flank the enemy.

The order to fire was given if fired upon.
 
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Objective II - Air War
One Velran Class Super Star Destroyer 'Revenge' || 100% Shields || 100%Hull
Seven Horizon Class Frigates
Vision || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Venture || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Insight || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Intrepid || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Endeavor || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Aspiration || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Spirit || 100% Shields || 100% Hull

Deployed from Capital Ships:
14 Squadrons of Skipray Blastboats (56 units)
5 Squadrons of Hammer Class Blastboats (20 units)
13 Squadrons of Crab Carryall Dropships (52 units)
10 Squadrons of Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings (120 units)
10 Squadrons of Tie Interceptors (80 units)



Maldor's fleet had been hit hard after the last engagement against these rebels. He had gratefully received help in both repair facilities and materials from his allies, but all the help in the world could not spawn a new fleet overnight.

No... he had been forced to scrape the bottom of the barrel for a makeshift flotilla. Seven ships recently claimed from DDSI due to a legal settlement. They were exploration vessels, not warships. But they had guns.

He had thought that would be the sum total of his contribution to this battle: Seven Exploration Frigates doing their best to impersonate warships. But then he'd received an unexpected honor: Command of the Revenge.

The Revenge was the second of the Empire's three Velran Class Super Star Destroyers. As a matter of strategy and tactics, Maldor considered such mammoth warships to represent a waste of resources. It would be better to field a few dozen cruisers rather than a single giant concentration of power. A single giant bullseye.

But as an article of prestige? One could not beat a Super Star Destroyer. Rather than scorn Maldor for being unable to contribute properly to this invasion, the Empress had chosen to honor him with this command. He intended to do his utmost with it.

It had strengths. Its deployment capabilities were huge. Its armament and defenses were extreme enough to be obscene. He would try to play to those strengths. The behemoth maneuvered slower than a tortoise dragging itself across the desert sands... but he could allow the embarked craft to compensate.

He hoped.

They'd lost one of these on Mon Cal. Just as they'd lost the Emperor.

Maldor vowed not to lose another. Not under his Captaincy.

The ship transitioned out of hyperspace, and he made his first orders.

"Launch all craft. Frigates form up in defensive pattern. Gunboats and fighters between the Frigates and our vessel. Dropships keep to the rear. Active sensor sweeps. You can't hide a super-star destroyer. So we might as well see what's out there.


Announce to all friendly units: Velran's Revenge has arrived."




Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss Eremia Loigos Eremia Loigos Bella Bella

TL;DR - The Revenge, it's escorts, and embarked craft arrive and assemble into a formation, scanning to develop situational awareness while forming into a defensive posture.
 
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Location: Upper Stratosphere - Maldra IV
Objective: Breach the Continental Shield Junction Point
Squadron: Mirage Squadron
Tag: Kharuna Tan Kharuna Tan Atlas Drake Atlas Drake

Bella was under no delusion regarding the difficulty of the mission to which she and her squadron had been assigned. The briefing had emphasized the depth and strength of the defenses that they would be facing in no uncertain terms—enemy capital ships bristling with advanced point defense systems, multiple hostile fighter squadrons enforcing a no-fly zone, groundside air defense networks, and yet more deadly obstacles which would need to be overcome in order to come within a shot of their objective.

Said objective was the continent-scale shield generator facility. Its premature collapse or destruction would be the key to a swift Imperial victory by allowing the Imperial fleet to bombard the Nest from orbit, rather than engaging a brutal, pyrrhic slog that might indefinitely stall the Empire’s advance.

However, in spite of the potential danger, Bella had never once realized a moment of doubt. Such was the strength of the Imperial cause and the Togruta’s desire to prove herself as more than a princess of Imperial propaganda. Even watching back the interview she had taken with V Val Valerson V Val Valerson (which was where the title originated) during the battle of Lothal , the characterization had annoyed her by usurping her true title—Baroness of the Empire.

She intended to put any doubts regarding her worthiness of the title to rest.

“Four-thousand five-hundred klicks away from target.” Bella transmitted to her squadron as she gripped the control stick and brought the Jägerin down into level flight. “And six-hundred klicks away from the shield junction point.” The Togruta added, before taking a quick glance at the summarized briefing in her HUD. Getting through the junction was the first stage of the mission, in which her squadron was already engaged. Only after they were through the barrier would they be able to initiate a run on the shield generator facility.

Thus, Bella glanced back down at the control stick and briefly squeezed it, before shifting her focus back towards the scopes and the sensor readout. Her features tightened, a tinge of anxiety briefly seizing her awareness before discipline took over. However, the Togruta knew that if she felt even a shred of discomfort, her squadron would likely feel it far worse.

“Mirage squadron, form in. Remember, we take this sortie one objective at a time. Cover your wingman and watch each other’s blind spots. Our best defense against any attack is mutual support. And finally...” Bella took a short breath, allowing her words to hang in the comm waves for a brief, reflective moment. “Just like Lothal and Mon Cala, we will be outnumbered. The Coalition has no shortage of pilots willing to fly under their banner, nor are they deprived of the material to equip them. They can kill any one of us, just as they killed the Emperor. However, they could not kill the Empire, nor could their overwhelming numbers overcome the strength and efficiency of the Imperial way,” she growled.


“Today, we fly for revenge—Velran’s Revenge. The Empire lives, fights, and conquers. So too does Emperor Kilran. The damage that the Coalition dealt to us, whether it be in life or material, will be inflicted tenfold upon them!”

Craft: Jägerin
 





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Phoenix Wing


Fleet Composition

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Number​
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Status​
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2 per squadron​
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4 per squadron​
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4 per squadron​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
4​
0​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
1​
0​
QRU​


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Admiral Aether—the Iron Knight, newly promoted from Commodore after the Battle of Mon Cala—stood alone on the observation deck peering out in to the vast void of space. Titles like "King Slayer" and "Void Bringer" had begun to follow him since the fall of Velran Kilran Velran Kilran , names he earnedcalled by those who had witnessed his actions. Now, having disconnected from one of his remote bodies after offering Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el his final words of advice, he contemplated the weight of countless lives lost to the Empire's oppression. Yet Aether's purpose here was clear: he would guard the orbital defense platform with as little bloodshed as possible, a task almost defying reason—monumental, perhaps even insurmountable.

The platform itself was the last stronghold over Maldra IV, a shield against the Empire's brutal advance, the last barrier for those who had endured its tyranny. Should this line be breached, what waited beyond was a floodgate opening to unimaginable slaughter and the extinguishing of hope for all those who had stood defiant.

Aether could see the enormity of this burden, yet his own fleet appeared almost laughably small—a modest force, a fraction of what they faced, hovering alone in high orbit, daring to stand against the sheer scale of the five Imperial fleets now closing in like ominous storm clouds on the horrizon.

To some, it might seem absurd, even impossible, to hold the line with so little. But these ships, battered and worn, bore the scars of their struggle, each mark proof of their endurance. They had become symbols of defiance—vessels that had faced the Empire before and now stood ready to do so again, fully aware of the stakes and the odds. These were the very ships that had struck down Velran Kilran Velran Kilran . They had been there, unyielding against darkness, and now they stood again, embodying the resilience of all who defied the Empire.

And yet, Aether opened the communication channel. A calm but resolute voice resonated through the comms, his words like steel in the silence of space.

"This is Admiral Aether. To those who would bring ruin upon this system, I urge you to turn back. My fleet may be small, but we are honor bound to defend this platform. Stand down, or face the consequences of your choice."

It may have sounded absurd—a warning from a small fleet to such overwhelming forces—but behind Aether's words was a veiled promise, a pledge that he would hold, that he would defy the impossible and make every maneuver count. For those who would listen, they would hear not a threat, but the unshakable resolve of a seasoned knight prepared to guard the line, no matter the cost.

Admiral Aether then opened the internal comm channel, his voice broadcasting across every deck, resonating through each ship in his small fleet. The faces listening on the other end included those from Mon Cala, former enemies who had turned to stand alongside him. Some were new recruits; others carried scars from battles past, remnants of a time before they had joined his cause. Now, they were united under a single purpose.

"Crew of the Phoenix Wing," he began, his voice calm and commanding, "Today, we defend not only a platform, but a promise—to protect those who cannot protect themselves and to defy the Empire's tyranny. Each of you stands here, ready, knowing the odds we face. We may be outnumbered, but let no one mistake our strength. We have something the Empire lacks—the will to fight, even in the face of defeat. We are the guardians of hope itself, and if they wish to extinguish it, they'll have to go through us."

Aether paused,

"Let it be known—as long as we stand, hope stands with us."

In the silence that followed, the words settled like a vulcanizing vow, hardening their resolve, forging a bond to stand against the Empire's relentless advance among every soul aboard.

They were a flame refusing to be snuffed out, the last light standing against the encroaching darkness.
 
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Objective II - Air War
One Velran Class Super Star Destroyer 'Revenge' || 100% Shields || 100%Hull
Seven Horizon Class Frigates
Vision || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Venture || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Insight || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Intrepid || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Endeavor || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Aspiration || 100% Shields || 100% Hull
Spirit || 100% Shields || 100% Hull

Deployed from Capital Ships:
14 Squadrons of Skipray Blastboats (56 units)
5 Squadrons of Hammer Class Blastboats (20 units)
13 Squadrons of Crab Carryall Dropships (52 units)
10 Squadrons of Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings (120 units)
10 Squadrons of Tie Interceptors (80 units)



Maldor watched as the ships under his command entered the desired formation. Sensor pulses revealed the locations of enemy positions. Some of them, visible because of their own emissions. Some of them, visible because of the stark nothingness they left against the background radiation and stellar light of the galaxy.

It seemed there were benefits to bringing Exploration vessels to war.

The enemy transmitted the obligatory message of challenge.

Maldor knew he needed to respond. These messages were inevitably used in propaganda broadcasts by both sides, for their own purposes.

"Attention rebel force. Be advised that the Empire will bring no ruin upon the system. We shall only bring ruin upon you.

You, who have brought conflict where once there was order. You, who have brought impoverishment where once there was prosperity.

You, who struggle against your rightful leaders merely so that you can scrabble for power for its own sake.

We, of the Empire, shall do away with you. We shall bring back peace. Bring back prosperity. Sweep away discord.

If you truly wish to help the people of this system, you will get out of the way and let us do our work.

Should you choose not to move, you will be moved, in the Empress' name."



Then he made a gesture to cut the transmission and gave his instructions, "Order the fleet forward slowly, at the pace of the slowest ship.

Move our Tie/mg squadrons to the forefront of the formation, in a wide staggered formation with designated shoot-through vectors. There may be hidden mines and other threats not readily apparent to us, despite our sensors. These Ties are most numerous and most expendable.

If we encounter no obstacles, these Ties' ordinance rings will grant them the ability to make effective long-range attacks against enemy formations, which we can then support with follow-up missiles, artillery, and additional starfighter support.

If they do encounter trouble, they are well equipped to sweep it away, and we will support them in that effort."






Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss Eremia Loigos Eremia Loigos Bella Bella Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order

TL;DR - Maldor makes a speech. The Revenge's fleet group moves forward at a sedentary pace. Tie/mg starfighters are moved into a forward position to detect and respond to obstacles that may surface.
 


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Objective: 2 - Air War
Location: Upper Stratosphere - Maldra IV, on Mirage Leader’s wing, FAE/SF-01 "Sestina" Starfighter
Equipment: See bio
Tags: Bella Bella | Atlas Drake Atlas Drake
Callsign: Mirage 3

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Kharuna had a hard time giving over temporary command of her squad to Kresh two. Every battle that she had flown in was at the head of that squadron. It was something that only happened because she was a Crusader, and she was damn good. The orders that had come from Grandmaster Tane and Admiral Rimmer for Krenth Squad were pedestrian compared to what Mirage squadron was tasked with. And more importantly, Kharuna would fly under the command of her hero, Baroness Bella: Miracle One.

When she finally met up with Mirage Squadron, Kharuna was even more excited. Not only would she be flying under the command of Bella, she would be on the Togruta ace’s wing. It was a dream assignment. Luckily, Kharuna would have time to compose herself prior to Bella’s mission briefing and strapping into the cockpit. Once she was in place in what she considered to be her home, things calmed quickly and she was able to follow the plan from orbit into the atmosphere of Maldra IV.

This was another new challenge for Kharuna. She had flown as both offense and defense in battle. Every mission she had flown however was in space. Atmospheric flying was not something that was foreign to her, but combat had only been practiced. Another good reason to learn from the best. Krenth Squadron could take these missions in the future, and if Kharuna had Bella’s strategy to lean on, she felt confident that she could lead them to victory. Bella called off the distances of note and Kharuna grinned as she readied herself for action. ”Copy,” was the only word she would want to hear from her squad, so that was all Kharuna gave to Bella.

As the squadron approached the first checkpoint of the mission Kharuna could feel the apprehension within the squad, even from Bella herself. The squad leader quickly squashed the feeling, and Kharuna likely was only even able to sense it because she was focused on Bella as her wingman. Now orders were coming in and Kharuna knew it would be all instinct from the all-star fighter squadron from this point on. The ready speech was at first cautionary. Kharuna had to appreciate the care Bella showed for her squadron. It built up to inspiration and Kharuna listened carefully to this. It was the Nautolan’s Achilles heel, though it honestly didn’t show much with all clone pilots in her squadron. ”Velran’s Revenge!!!” Kharuna called into her comm and readied herself for the chaos that was sure to come quickly.
 


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Objective: II - Air War
Location: Above Maldra IV, Aboard the Basilisk, Primary Bridge
Equipment: Imperial Uniform with Chest Armor, IG-14 Blaster Pistol
Allies: Empire of the Lost
Hostiles: Tingle Arm Coalition
Fleet and Complement:
Flagship - Basilisk-Class Battleship
Basilisk | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Castor I/E Cruiser Carrier
Wyvern | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Drake | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
ISFM Storm Hawk Frigate
Wyrm | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Salamander | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Octarius-class Destroyer
Cockatrice | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Hasta-Class Corvette Mark I
Fairy | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Nymph | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Pixie | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Troll | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Goblin | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
Kobold | Shields: 100% || Armor: 100% |​
[Banshee Squadron] TIE/PhA Phantom Advanced (2 squadrons (8 craft))
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Total Meterage: 7,373 meters
Basilisk
Wyvern
Drake
Wyrm
Salamander
  • ISTFM TIE/LN (12)
  • TIE/ss (8)
Karl Von Strauss
C1RC3
Crew
Keegan/Officers
Banshee Squadron

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Karl listened to Moff's words. He was right; they brought this upon themselves. They were here to restore order, and the enemy's fleet and the defense platform were the only things standing in the way. He pressed a button on his podium and looked at hologram that was in front of him. He was overlooking a zoomed-in picture of the platform, it had yet to do anything. Why?

The object that caused him the most stress, the object that could potentially launch missiles that could devastate production of his sector's shipyards; why hasn't it done anything yet? That was the question that bothered him the most.

"Commodore, make sure that fingers are on triggers, targets are acquired, and all pilots have flight paths and targets, when this goes off I don't want to be left behind. Our goal here is to either destroy that station or take it. Have all available Paragon units available in the event a boarding takes place."

"Yes sir," Keegan says turning towards comms to begin, "Flight control you heard the Moff, get them their flight plans and targets. Gunnery, get your targets in sight..."

As Keegan's voiced faded to background noise, Karl pressed a button on his podium that connected him to Banshee Squadron. All it did was ping the comlink of the squadron leader, no questions were asked but the squadron leader sounded off, <<A quarter sir.>> That's all Karl needed for now.

He looked out to see the Revenge beginning to move, its fleet following. Karl spoke up, "Helmsman, follow Moff Mecetti and the Revenge. I don't want our flank to fall behind. Begin data sharing to the other fleets via the engagement network, it should work even if they aren't equipped with it. We see, they see."

Karl looked at all the data pouring in from the divine eyes and the bloodhound, it should benefit everyone, especially the magnetic detection of cloaked, or hard-to-see targets.

"Please get me in contact with the other fleet commanders, and keep the channel running." Karl asked.

A communications officer raised their hand and then pointed at the Moff to let him know he was connected.

"Moff Mecetti, Admirals Rimmer, and Loigos. I have begun data sharing from the Basilisk, it should add to your already active sensors." Karl said, taking a sip of water before continuing, "I do not like the fact that our enemy has done little outside of maneuvering. Their platform is silent, too silent. I feel like we are moving into a trap, yet I'm not detecting anything. Nevertheless, my ships follow the Revenge's lead in moving forward, all weapons are at full power, and all other systems are holding steady."

Karl makes sure his fleet is ready to engage at the first sign of everything.

Banshee Squadron is 1/4 of the way to flanking the enemy.

The Basilisk begins data sharing with the other fleets via the unified engagement network.

Karl contacts other fleets to keep them in the loop.
Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti | Eremia Loigos Eremia Loigos | Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order
 

Eremia Loigos

High Admiral of the Pantora League


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Objective II: Air War
Location: Bridge of Tate-Class Heavy Cruiser Keraunam, Flagship of Adm. Eremia Loigos, Orbit of Maldra IV
Allies: Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti | Empire of the Lost
Enemies: Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order | Tingel Arm Coalition
Tags: OPEN

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The Pantoran Admiral watched the battle unfold as her fighters advanced on the defensive platform. The Pantoran capital ship following in the wake as more scanner information came through to fill out the enemy as well as the placement taken up by the rest of the Imperial fleets. Though Emeria had her orders and they were independent of the rest of the Imperials, she knew that plans had to be able to adapt, so knowing the whole battlefield was key. As the Pantoran advance continued the voice of the defending commander echoed over the speakers of the bridge of the Keraunam. Eremia gave a grimace and then a smirk at hearing the message in totality. She had heard that the rebels had advised the Imperials to leave the field of battle over Dac. There the rebels actually had the numbers advantage. Here it was a different story. At least on the surface.

”Comms. Block that channel. Moff Mecetti can take their surrender if he pleases, I have no need to hear anything else from these rebels…” Eremia knew the order would be followed and she turned her attention to the holo projection of the field once more as the enemy fleet began to fill out.

The next moment more information filled Eremia’s vision. It was coupled with an explanation from Moff Von Strauss about his sharing of information. Eremia assumed he had a vessel with state of the art sensors to relay more than just the normal information. ”Much appreciated Moff Von Strauss. It appears that they’ve put up a bit of a picket between us and the objective. I am going to redirect my fighters to focus their attack on one of those Shield-class Escort Cruisers. I will be adding the Keraunam’s batteries to the assault. Hopefully we will trigger a reaction and provide a hole for the rest of the fleet to punch through.”

Shifting away from the fleet comm, Admiral Loigos started giving her Pantorans the same orders that she had relayed to the rest of the commanders. The Shyrack interceptors first making strafing runs at the capital ship. Closely followed by Narglatch fighters, a couple actually launching missiles during their approach. Lastly came the booming turbolasers from the Keraunam.

 





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Phoenix Wing


Fleet Composition

Ship Name​
Number​
Squadron Count​
Status​
10​
2 per squadron​
QRU​
4​
4 per squadron​
QRU​
20​
4 per squadron​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
4​
0​
QRU​
2​
0​
QRU​
1​
0​
QRU​
Eremia Loigos Eremia Loigos Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti Lord Rasnuhl Lord Rasnuhl Orion_Knight Orion_Knight


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As the Empire's armada sliced through the vast, cold vacuum, silence thickened, wrapping the fleets in an eerie calm. The Space between the armada and the small fleet shrank. Ship sensors swept over the Coalition's fleet with clinical precision, gathering data that should have assured the Imperial officers of their advantage. But instead, each new reading would likely cast a feeling of unease.

The scans revealed an almost haunting stillness among the Coalition's ships. Life signatures were present, yes, but they were sparse—far fewer than would be needed to man even this modest fleet. What should have been bustling vessels, brimming with crew, were instead quiet, almost hollow. It was as though the ships, against every reason, were running on a skeleton crew. What could this mean? A silent question that lingered, even as the Empire's fleet closed the gap, outnumbering Phoenix Wing almost six to one.

Encircling the platform, the Tuitio support boats hovered, their layered shields pulsing rhythmically like a heartbeat. What drove them to stand firm against such overwhelming odds? What victory could they seek, resolute amidst the looming threat of the Imperial armada?

The Tuitios formed a dual-layered defensive sphere around the Guardian-class platform, poised for the inevitable clash. As the first shots erupted in a cascade of blinding light, the outer layer braced for impact, absorbing the initial blows with a vibrant flash of energy. Meanwhile, the inner circle held itself in readiness, prepared to surge forward and reinforce weakened points like knights regrouping in a valiant stand. Staggered to maintain reserves, a few ships lay in wait, ready to bolster their positions at a moment's notice.

Above, the Great Mother Shark loomed, an imposing sentinel armed with the cutting-edge Araniik Point-Defense Systems. Its vigilant sensors swept the battlefield, scanning for emerging threats to neutralize with surgical precision. Inside, the sparse crew murmured. Eyes flitted to the tactical displays, anticipating the onslaught as the first volleys of enemy fire began to rain down.


 
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Objective II: Air War

Allies: Karl Von Strauss Karl Von Strauss | Maldor Mecetti Maldor Mecetti | Eremia Loigos Eremia Loigos | Bella Bella | Kharuna Tan Kharuna Tan |
Enemies: Aether of the Iron Order Aether of the Iron Order


Fleet composition:
6 Impetum Heavy Cruiser War Retrofit
RDF Defient 100%
RDF Courageous 100%
RDF Imperious 100%
RDF Shadow 100%
RDF Talisman 100%
RDF Coiled Shadow 100%


2 Cynosure Nidus
RDF Sandstorm 100%
80 Vultures
28 Tri-Fighters
26 HMP's
10 shuttles
RDF Kalafax 100%
80 Vultures
28 Tri-Fighters
26 HMP's
10 shuttles[/B]


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The Empire decided to get revenge for the surprise invasion of TAC upon Dac. He didn't have much at the battle but the ships got heavily damaged by the assault. Using the hidden industrial might of Du'thra Engineering's massive station the two worst ships RDF Defiant & RDF Courageous were repaired & refitted to the war retrofit in short time. The Defiant has the port side of its triangular form painted Imperial gray in stark contrast its mostly burgundy paint job. The Courageous has its superstructure painted Imperial gray to show what it lost during their invasion.

On the bridge of the RDF Shadow, Darth Rasnuhl stood watching the stars streak by the black hull with its two burgundy strips along with the white Sith & Zabrak runes for a moment before addressing the bridge "We are going to take revenge for TAC's attack on Dac. Maldra IV & Garn will feel our wrath. Follow Field Marshal Varae's orders until I return to the bridge." With that the crew replied with Aye aye!

Descending the turbo lift to the secondary command bridge Darth Rasnuhl steps out to to witness his six sorcerers in the mists of casting an arcane spell. Upon the floor lie lines and runes across the whole bridge with the six being within circles, with one open. A spell that will be a psychological tool against TAC. Darth Rasnuhl walks into the circle in the center and begins to help weave the spell until the fleet drops out of hyperspace. The only word of the arrival, since his concentration is fully on the spell is the AI in his helmet <<We have arrived>>

Field Marshal Varae surveys the field of allied ships along with the enemy station and fleet. Darth Rasnuhl had the AI calculate a route the that would have them arrive 33 degrees above plane the other Imperials. Fleet pointing down at the station with the RDF Shadow at the lead of the quickly reformed chevron formation of Retrofitted Impetum's. She cleared her throat as she opened a comm to all the RDF ships "We arrive precisely on time. To witness the first shots of the engagement from above field. Prepare the droid forces for boarding actions when we draw close. They most likely will mistake us for the unretrofitted models of last time given our IFF's. Im not sure what Darth Rasnuhl has planned, but he said if the other Imperials were moving that we move faster." It was true that most every ship was also present last time.

The words echoed on the other bridges for a time as Darth Rasnuhl reappeared upon the bridge as the chevron of Impetum's moved forward at their odd degree towards the station & its defenders. Oddly his had was obscured by darkness as he calmly walked back to the captains controls.

The RDF Shadow moved faster than the rest, to all who saw they would be confused. A fleet arrives misaligned to the "plane of action" and already in motion. Darth Rasnuhl opens a comm in his helmet to the other fleet leaders <<Hello fellow Moff's & admirals. Don't be alarmed, but do take cautious advantage of their confusion.>> After the words are heard the Darth's hand within the shadow releases causing the shadow to dissipate fully. All who can see the RDF Shadow would see its white runes glow quite bright before the ship disappears into nothingness leaving not one but two readings on sensors diverging from each other in a 30 degree differential towards either side of the station. The Rest of the Impetum's still in formation.

Aboard the ship Darth Rasnuhl can be heard uttering the words to the spell same as the six still do on the secondary bridge. But the lines & runes they painted into the floor below begin also appearing on the main bridge as the Darth both hands pointed down speaks the spell in a mix of Sith, and Zabrak.

Fleet arrives in unconventional manner
Cryptic contact with allies
Uses ancient cobbled together spells to baffle all who see
The two Cynosure Nidus hold position and have Vultures appear and stand upon their hulls
 


"All hands brace for undock."

Captain Atlas Drake felt his stomach lurch as the Constellation detached itself from a lone Tenacity-class light cruiser burning tremendous fuel reserves to keep station over this critical shield junction. Long range sensors aboard the antistarfighter platform were at last picking up Imperial bandits inbound. Flak cannon turrets bristled to life.

Drake ordered the survey ship into formation at the center of a mixed fighter wing. As many Delta Wing interceptors as the Coalition could scramble while the less experienced pilots made due with older Ghost Vipers and cheap but plentiful Mynock parasites. While they could not compete against cutting edge Imperial military technology, with enough numbers and courage even rebels could slow a lightning assault down.

Atlas staggered off the bridge and climbed a ladder up from the keel and onto an upper deck where the ball shaped fire control station for the Trident survey ship's modded quadlaser platform awaited a gunner. He activated the headset comlink then opened a transmission to the small fleet above.

"Phoenix Wing, this is Rogue One. Just want to remind the wizard that I reckon this is an insane plan before we all probably die. Good luck!"

Swiveling back and forth with a twist of the turret's control stick, Captain Drake peered out a ball viewport for a visual on the aspiring Imperial conquerors. He could still make out distant turbolaser fire up in space through growing storm clouds. Rain pattered against transparisteel with increasing ferocity. One of the Deltas broke off without warning.

"Bats! Bats! Bats!"

He warned the rebel pilots and their corvette escort as soon as he spotted the first Imperial silhouette. This new breed did not seem to favor TIE designs, and so the old derogatory slang like eyeballs or squints had evolved into bats in honor of the SF-01s broad wingspan. Imprecise flak spewed from the antistarfighter platform while Atlas used his targeting computer to track incoming threats moving at mach speeds.
 
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Location: Upper Stratosphere - Maldra IV
Objective: Breach the Continental Shield Junction Point
Squadron: Mirage Squadron
Tag: Kharuna Tan Kharuna Tan Atlas Drake Atlas Drake

“We are within missile range of the junction point.” Bella called out over the comms. For the small craft-grade WH-04s missiles which the squadron had been equipped with, that was four-hundred kilometers. While that figure came close to stretching the range of their sensors, even from such a long distance, the squadron’s sensor readouts lit up with multiple contacts—namely a pair of corvette-sized vessels and multiple smaller hits. Eyes gleaming with equal parts focus and excitement, the Baroness quickly deduced that the former were likely anti-starfighter corvettes, while the latter were composed of a small craft escort.

And as anticipated, all appeared to be holding station around the shield junction point.

“All signs fall into attack pattern Aurek-7.” Bella directed. On cue, the entire squadron adopted a wide, spread-out formation, so much so that the distance between individual flight elements increased to the point of being at the edge of visual range—nearly thirty kilometers between each section. For Bella’s part, she stuck close to Mirage 3 ( Kharuna Tan Kharuna Tan ), who she had assigned as her wingmate. “We can’t afford to lob missiles from maximum range. Make sure to close the distance and ensure that the energy equations are working in your favor before launching, but do not enter cannon range.” The Baroness added. Still, she was well aware of the fact that the parameters of the mission demanded that they close the distance at some point in order to reach their objective, but if she could soften up the enemy formation before doing so...

Achieving revenge would be that much easier.

“Approach no closer than thirty klicks!” Bella called out as she burned her starfighter hard towards the merge of the corvettes.
“Fire missiles, then break!” The Baroness’ actions echoed her words. As soon as she had a lock on two of the advanced Coalition interceptors positioned around the junction point, a pair of concussion missiles were expelled from the single-missile tubes placed to either side of her starfighter’s forward fuselage in a cold launch. Then, pulling hard on the control stick, she drove her machine into a hard portside break, preemptively dumping flares in her wake so as to throw off any missiles which might come at her in retaliation.

Only after Bella was clear of her previous position (from where she had launched her missiles), did the concussion missiles’ ignite their ion engines at maximum impulse, sending the warheads flying towards their designated targets at blistering speed!

“Fox threes away!"


Craft: Jägerin
  • Bella fires a pair of FAE/WH-04-S4 concussion missiles via delayed activation cold-launch protocol and breaks hard to port.
  • The rest of Mirage Squadron fires FAE/WH-04-S4 concussion missiles at the Coalition formation around the shield junction, before breaking.
    • Missiles are marked for various unspecified targets, though most missiles are locked onto the small craft escort, targeting Delta Wing interceptors, Ghost Vipers, and Mynocks.
 
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Objective: 2 - Air War
Location: Upper Stratosphere - Maldra IV, on Mirage Leader’s wing
Tags: Bella Bella | Atlas Drake Atlas Drake
Callsign: Mirage 3

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Target was coming into range quickly, and they had not come upon any resistance. Perhaps the enemy had guessed at the range of Imperial ordnance and stuck to a safe distance preparing to pounce at the last second when the time was right. Kharuna was an aggressive commander and wouldn’t have done things that way, but Grandmaster Tane and Admiral Rimmer were more conservative at deploying their assets and would probably see some value in consolidating all available resistance to the most opportune pressure point. It didn’t matter. Kharuna wasn’t running this op. She would follow Bella to victory.

Hands moved gracefully about the controls of her fighter as the Nautolan pilot readied her first salvo of missiles. Before the order to fire was given, the sensor screen finally lit up with demarcations of enemies in the vicinity. As Kharuna looked over the stats on the opposition force she gave a bit of a grin. Not because she was supremely confident in the outcome of the coming battle, but one of the enemy ships was a Trident-class surveyor ship. A quick thought of the Battle of Dac and the satisfying back and forth with just such a ship was given by Kharuna. How many of that old ship type were there likely to be in the Coalition fleets? Was it the same one? Part of her hoped it was. Another part thought they were so evenly matched that luck might not be on her side this time.

Orders came from Bella. In this case no verbal confirmation would be expected. Kharuna shifted the flightstick to calmly enter the pattern requested by the squad leader. ”Right on your wing, Commander,” Kharuna called out and followed Bella on the approach. Though she knew it was impractical, Kharuna kept eyeing the Trident-class ship. She had to put the good of the mission ahead of the satisfying challenge of a rematch for sure. Still she would track them as best she could.

Though Kharuna knew that the Force would only help so much in targeting enemy fighters, part of her wondered what would happen if she let everything else fade to the background and loosed a plasma missile at the shield generator guided by her connection to the Force. One missile probably wouldn’t be enough, but still the young pilot wondered what if.

The order to avoid cannon range was something that Kharnua would happily follow. Even with the Force to lean on there was enough going on out there that having to dodge anti-fighter batteries wasn’t something she was keen on adding to her to do list.

Kharuna mirrored Bella’s movements, not directly behind, but in a position that Bella would make the first move, then Kharuna would follow suit. She felt more than saw as Bella’s two missiles were launched and veered off to regroup. A brief moment was spent to be sure that no threat would rush into intercept Bella and then Kharuna triggered the launch of her own missiles. Though she would have loved to target one of the bigger ships, Kharuna knew to go with numbers. And that meant fighters. She targeted the best that TAC had put onto the field, another two of the Delta Wing interceptors. ”Fox threes away!” Kharuna announced her action over the comms.

Like Bella a moment before the Sestina fighter released countermeasures and banked off to port to regroup with the rest of the squad to either make another run or engage if the enemy decided to step up their defense.

 


A singular cruiser would jump in from out of hyperspace, positioned above the curvature of the planet. It positioned itself in the stratosphere, the midpoint between the atmosphere and the edge of space. The vessel had a singular life signature aboard, seeming to be otherwise entirely unmanned. An open communication channel would begin to broadcast to all vessels in the surrounding area.


"Thank you, Emperor-slayer. It seems you've done a good job of holding the line."


Fynch sat at the bridge of the ship, looking out at the battle as it raged. It seemed to be in the earliest stages. Good, then, that he had arrived when he had. It was time to shake things up a bit. The Commander in Chief ran his fingers along the edges of a sphere-shaped object, pondering it for a moment before speaking again.

"I am Solarus Fynch, Commander in Chief of the Tingel Arm Coalition, born on the soil of Lothal. I have no interest in asking you to stand down. That opportunity has long-since past. Maldra IV is the gateway to a walled garden, a gateway that takes shelter behind my blade. I stand against apathy, the cold and oppressive whom have no concept of the pain and suffering they bring in their wake. What struggle they cannot fathom, having their homes ripped away and families torn apart. Let it be said here and now that history is the ultimate barer of truth: All Empires fall. Where one stands, those who suffer rise to strike it down. I shall aid them with every fiber of my being. Even if it should see my death."


Solarus cracked open a bottle, throwing back the alcoholic contents within. Hard whiskey, aged for fifteen years on Lothal. He could smell the rolling fields and feel the gentle breeze as the warm fluid rolled down his throat. An age long ago now that felt as though it were only a dream, with happy streets and happy people in them. Fynch could see the faces of his brothers and sisters who had fallen on the day their dream came to an end... and he smiled.

Peace. What he would do to experience such a thing some day.


"Our spirits will reunite some day, bound together in the living Force. I will celebrate your arrival then, my friends. Solarus Fynch, signing out."

Fynch took a deep breath before twisting the divice. It was a machine of Gree origins, one with devistating effects that he had been warned the consiquences of. That was okay. It was what needed to be done to protect his new home. He closed his eyes and was engulfed by a bright light.


Outside the Carrier a shockwave of white energy rushed out like a tidal wave in all directions, a power great and indiscriminate. All vessels in it's path would be reduced to lifeless husks, their electronics fried in a manner similar to an Electromagnetic Pulse. The shockwave did not choose sides, nor did it care whom it hit. In a single instant all starships, no matter the size, would begin to plumit out of the sky, dragged in by Maldra IV's gravitational pull.

The bridge of the Cruiser was empty.


 
It begins and ends...
Thoughts on C2 Zhongli? (art by tasuku) : r/ZhongliMains


Finally, after all the politicking, after all of the awkward silence that a he had created himself before the actual plan to strike back was put into motion by the higher ups of the Empire, and after actually planning the operation. Orion could finally get back to the one thing that he actually enjoyed and was good at. War

Dropping out of Hyperspace, late as usual, one would not need a keen eye to be able to notice that the composition of his fleet had changed once again, as this was the (mostly) newer portion of the Grand Warlord Fleet, so new that the crew could swear that the Quadanium Steel was still warm from the welds and forging process.

"Castors, launch fighters. Hunter launch the Pods first..."
On que, The Castor Cruiser-Carriers began to immediately deploy the squadrons to the battle, while the Castor I/E "Hunter" sent 12 Paragon Drop Pods hurtling towards the Surface (See Chapter 2 for their arrival).
"Ace Squadrons, sound off...and none of you regulars start, you get the distinction when you get the honor"

"Dewbacks 1 through 8 reporting in, High Admiral..."
"Vornskr Wing, all craft active and ready for our revenge..."

"Rancor Squadron, locked in and clocked in, High Admiral!"

"Excellent, then let our part of Operation Commen-"

Then it happened, the drop Pods would barely make it out of the hangar before the effects of...whatever the enemy just deployed, auxiliary power just barely able to tell Ops that the entire fleet has been shut down-
"What?! I was not told of any Ion or EMP Superweapon! Dammit and damn them...! We have no choice...shunt all auxiliary power to life boats and escape pods! Try to get an evacuation order to the rest of the fleet if you can and send runners throughout the Guardian to spread the word...ABANDON SHIP!!"
Cerberus Class Star Destroyer "Manitcore" and "Guardian's Destiny"
Castor I/E Cruiser-Carriers "Hornet", "Langley", and "Surinam"
Virilus-class Heavy Frigates "Mortifactor" and "Sanguine Sword"
Picket Line 1 (front): 4 Loki Class Corvettes (PL-1 to -4)
Picket Line 2 (rear): 4 Hasta Class Corvettes (PL-5 to 8)
ALL DISABLED AND EVACUATING DUE TO ENEMY ARTIFACT

(Ace) "Dewback Squadron" 8 Preybird-Strike class Starfighters
2 Preybird-Strike class Starfighter Squadrons
(Ace) Vornskr Wing Elements - 12 Jaghund class Elite Superiority Fighters
7 ISTM TIE l/n fighter Squadrons
6 TIE/MAS Missile Attack Fighter Squadrons
12 NZ-HASS-1A Drop Pods
ALL DISABLED DUE TO ENEMY ARTIFACT

Neo-Grand Warlord Fleet Drops out of Hyperspace after the Artifact is used
Launching Fighters and Drop Pods
ACTIONS NOW IRRELEVANT DUE TO ENEMY ARTIFACT

At the rear, would be the Cerberus Class Star Destroyer "Manticore" and "Guardian's Destiny".

For the Ships of the Line: the Castor I/E Cruiser-Carriers "Hornet", "Langley", and "Surinam" hold the center, along with the Virilus-class Heavy Frigates "Mortifactor" and "Sanguine Sword" would defend the Castors from the heavier targets

And for the Picket lines, Line 1 holds the front with the Cruiser Line, and Line 2 guards the "Cerberus" and "Guardian's Destiny"
NOW IRRELEVANT DUE TO DISABLING EFFECTS OF THE ARTIFACT
 
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Jedi Securitron Model Parts
[Aether's Build]

Weapons : 1 Training lightsaber | 2 Corsage [Foil +Gun] | 3 Calypso [ Broad Saber] | 4 Resurgence [Crossguard] |5 Whirlwind [Chain Kama] | 6 Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator | 7 War Maul

| Fang- Gun | G.O.O. Gun | Phantom Gun |


And thus, Aether's mechanical form faltered, then failed entirely.

He felt it—a shuddering, gut-wrenching moment when Fynch's presence vanished from the Force, snuffed out like a dying star. Aether knew that every second counted now. The ships had gone dark; life support systems were down, leaving only a finite breath of air and a handful of desperate moments. The men aboard were all volunteers, fully aware they might never see light again. It was a mission few would survive—and Fynch had just paid the ultimate price.

Aether could not allow that sacrifice to fade into hollow silence. Reaching deep into the Force, he summoned every shred of strength and experience he possessed, calling upon his fallen friend. Millennia of knowledge, a bond with the Force grown dense and unbreakable, culminated in this one, singular moment. His consciousness poured out, engulfing the ships in a flood of focus and unyielding drive.

Somewhere in the darkness, he knew the crew would be moving, seizing what little time they had left to reach the rendezvous point. Aether's presence pulsed, a terrifying, overwhelming surge of raw power, his intent pouring forth with an unstoppable will that seemed to shake the very fabric of the darkened fleet around him.

Aether had achieved a state of Oneness with the Force, his form resplendent and blinding as he willed his broken body into motion. The hollow shell of his corpse creaked and trembled around the Shard inside, each shattered piece glowing with unrestrained energy. He was no longer just a machine but a vessel of pure Force, blazing defiantly against the void.

The fleets of the Empire of the Lost hung in the void, its monstrous hulls and sleek warships suddenly rendered powerless. A deathly silence filled the darkness, broken only by the groaning of metal as it buckled under an unseen, unrelenting weight.

It began as a low, ominous creak, a haunting whisper across the fleet as the alloyed bones of their mighty vessels began to bend and warp. Beams and bulkheads strained under the sheer pressure, twisted by a force no weapon could match. Aether's will surged, an unstoppable flood, pressing against the fleet with an intensity that defied all reason and struck the crew with a creeping terror—a primal realization of just how vulnerable they truly were.

The ships drifted helplessly in the vacuum, engines silent, life support systems dead. Each breath the crew took was a borrowed moment, the finite air dwindling with every second. The void was indifferent, vast, and unforgiving, a cold darkness pressing in on all sides. They could feel it—the slow but inevitable crush of Aether's power.

The mighty Empire of the Lost, warriors trained for battle and bloodshed, now found themselves faced with a force they could not fight or flee. Their ships, monuments of steel and fire, were nothing more than fragile shells, stranded in the merciless grasp of the void with an invisible, crushing weight pressing down on them, squeezing the life from the fleet piece by piece.

A single, undeniable truth gripped each heart: they were stranded in space, held captive by an ancient power that did not care for their strength or technology, and their next breath could be their last.
 
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Objective II - Air War
One Velran Class Super Star Destroyer 'Revenge' || 0% Shields || 100% Hull
Seven Horizon Class Frigates
Vision || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Venture || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Insight || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Intrepid || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Endeavor || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Aspiration || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)
Spirit || 0% Shields || 100% Hull (Disabled)

Deployed from Capital Ships:
14 Squadrons of Skipray Blastboats (56 units - Disabled)
5 Squadrons of Hammer Class Blastboats (20 units - Disabled)
13 Squadrons of Crab Carryall Dropships (52 units - Disabled)
10 Squadrons of Tie/mg fighters with Ordinance Rings (120 units - Disabled)
10 Squadrons of Tie Interceptors (80 units - Disabled)



Sensor data began to come in from his allies, and Maldor nodded appreciatively. Everything was proceeding well. Allied forces began to advance, and the enemy was not substantial enough to resist them.

He estimated there would be losses, but an Imperial victory here was assured.

A new communication came in. Some other enemy commander, rambling on pointlessly for propaganda purposes. Maldor ignored it as he studied his force deployment and-

A bright flash. Something brighter than the sun. It illuminated the entire starscape, blanketing everything in ionizing radiation.

Then the bridge went dark. Utterly dark. Not a single light glowed anywhere.

"What?" Maldor blinked, looking back and forth across the darkness. Only the pinpoints of light in the void provided any illumination at all.

"Report!"

There were curses, shouts, murmurs among the crew. Something whirred somewhere. Then a few small flickering lights came on, various consoles coming back to life.

Then came emergency lighting.

A breeze, as the ventilation system came online.

Gradually, the Revenge came back to life. Very gradually.

A signals officer was the first to speak, "Sir, some kind of massive ion weapon... or an electromagnetic pulse of unprecedented power. It blanketed the entire system, as near as we can tell."

Maldor shook his head, "But we have Ion shielding. All of our ships have ion shielding!"

The signals officer was studying a screen that was still scrolling with information. "Yes, sir... but this was different. Different than anything I've ever seen. It penetrated all Ion shielding. I've never even heard of anything like it. The whole fleet is disabled and drifting towards the local gravity well."

"But... their systems will be coming back online, surely. Resetting, as ours are?" Maldor hoped aloud.

The Engineering officer spoke next from the engine monitoring station, "I'm not sure about that, Sir. We have ion surge shielding on all our systems. I do not believe any other ships in the fleet have that feature. Without contacting them, it's impossible to know what shape they're in. But Sir, it's possible their systems were cooked by this, not merely temporarily disabled.

We may be the only ship in the fleet that has any sort of capability at all."


Maldor's eyes went wide. The Revenge could not win this battle alone. They could not even land troops without functional embarked craft.

"And what is our status? Fully active?"

The Engineer shook his head, "Not yet. Our systems weren't destroyed, but they still need to reboot. We have no shields, currently. We do have other systems, but the shields will take time to charge up from cold. We're also unable to maneuver, just yet. The engine core has to heat up a bit more before we'll have sufficient power for thrusters."

"So we're sitting ducks, with nothing but point-defense guns to stop enemy ordinance and fighters?" He lifted a hand, running it through his hair. He half-wanted to grab that hair and pull it out.

The Engineer looked up apologetically, "Point-defense systems are still rebooting, Sir. We... we won't have much of use of anything for another minute or two. You can't just shut a capital ship off and turn it on again and expect everything to spring to life."

Maldor looked towards the signals officer, "Do we have comms?"

She nodded, "Yes, sir. I can transmit and receive. And we have sensors... much of the enemy force seems to be in the same shape we-" She paused, then shouted, "Enemy ships dropping out of hyperspace!"

Maldor gritted his teeth. "Reach out to the fleet on coded frequencies. Find out if everyone is as deep in Batha Fodder as we are. And see if we can get instructions from the Empress."

The signals officer began transmitting, and Maldor willed the systems to come online faster.

Some sort of superweapon had been used here, and Imperial Intelligence hadn't known a thing about it.

This was a disaster!






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TL;DR - Maldor is shocked at the enormity of this military disaster. As his ship slowly reboots, he tries to find out if anyone in the fleet is still active, and tries to reach the Empress.
 

"Karabast!"

Drake squeezed on the quadlaser's fire controls in short, controlled bursts. A burning Delta Wing fuselage plunged across his viewport narrowly avoiding a collision with the Constellation by meters. He tracked another inbound missile and fortune shined on the resistance captain as his turret detonated the ordnance short of its target.

One by one Mynocks began dropping, light hull armor vulnerable to even glancing fire. Some of the targeted Deltas used countermeasures of their own to blind concussion missile targeting systems. What the Coalition pilots lacked in ship-to-ship advantage they made up for with swarm tactics. Ghost Vipers harassed the Imperial bats targeting more advanced interceptors. They sought two or even three to one engagements wherever they could.

It wasn't going to be enough.

"All squadrons break off," Atlas broke off to send an Imperial pilot to their grave before continuing, "and pull back to the relay."

Already a barrage of concussion missiles streaked toward one of the TAC corvettes. Its deflector screen flickered then died, secondary explosions venting fire and debris into high winds. Any Empire pilot who strayed too close however found themselves in a dense cloud of flak defending any final approach to the shield relay.

"I...Solarus Fynch, Commander.....Tingel Arm Coal...the soil of Lothal....no interest...asking....stand down..."

Fynch's voiced crackled in Drake's headset through heavy atmospheric interference. He exhaled in relief before remembering this was the most dangerous part.

"Hell, it's about time. All hands, brace for impact."

Drake made it to down to the bridge just in time to witness a sight he'd never forget. Coalition pilots punching out of their cockpits en masse. Gravity chutes ignited in a surreal fireworks show. Escape pods were already beginning to launch from the Tenacity-class cruisers. Staggering through turbulence into his command seat, the captain prepared to disengage the bridge pod as an emergency life boat.

"See you planetside everyone."

His stomach lurched as they fell away from the abandoned survey ship. When the ion wave hit there was no warning except that all their instruments went dark and out the viewport Atlas watched the pair of light corvettes begin to drop from the sky as their sublight engines suddenly cut out along with everything else. Improbable winds drifted one of the capital ships onto a collision course with the relay station.

"Dank far-" Drake began before the shockwave transformed their descent into a crash.
 

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