Two for Flinching

[Darth Ophidia]

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[SIZE=11pt]Y͘ou͝ r̢un,҉ ̵bųt you̶ c̴a̵n̸ńo̢t ̴hide͝.́[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]I s͝ee ỳoư.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Th́er̕e̕ i͘s͜ ̀no li͡f̢e ̴in ̨the ̵v̵o̶id̨;͜ no ͢s̸ąf̸ety̶ ̴in͞ ̧tr̛ee̶ş,[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]҉onl̵y ͏déat̕h́.̀[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Months had passed since the Silver Jedi Order abandoned their hard won territory. Since then the Sith Empire had bided their time, their Dark Lord turning his wrath on other, more obstinate opponents. They had raided Tython, conquered countless worlds, defended their territory and scorched Thyferra to ash. Now the time had come for the Sith to once more cast a shadow over their old nemesis and teach them again the meaning of fear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A raiding party dispatched from Sith-Imperial space. It was not a long jump from the borders of their space to the heart of Kashyyyk now, not as long as one would think. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Travelling through neutral hyperspace lanes they jumped off before the Mara Corridor, then they beelined for the capital from galactic south-east staying in neutral space for as long as possible. Like spear seeking to pierce the heart of its prey with a single, fell strike, they dived into the enemy’s jaws without fear.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At the same time, a flotilla advanced from near Donova and like a dagger in the dark struck from the North. The two advances converged upon Kashyyyk simultaneously, and the dropships came sailing down under cover of the Imperial Armada[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Men and women - Sith and soldier - All stood ready to rain destruction down on their enemy. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Sith Empire had come to Kashyyyk.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Darth Ophidia set down her empty cup, knowing well it could be her last - Believing firmly it would not. Finally their time had come for vengeance, for hate, and the drums of war.[/SIZE]

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Hello and welcome to this Skirmish!
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And most importantly: Have fun!
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[Varindar Asyt]

Location: Trandosha -> Kashyyyk orbit
Allies: SJ
Enemies: SE

"Hotelier, are you nervous?" the flight instructor assigned to Varindar asked her, while Varindar was getting her safety belt fastened. "This is your first sortie. Remember: you pull the yoke, you are pulling up, you push it, you are going down, and, of course, left and right, the red button being to fire ordnance, the trigger being for firing your guns. Also don't forget that ordnance range depends on your relative angle to the target as well as its speed"

"A little bit, but, I shall do it, Wallpaper"

Varindar was flying the Wasp for the first time in her career as a Jedi, in attack configuration, much as her instructor's craft was; in fact, it was the first time she ever flew high-performance craft. Here they would be outfitted with 16 proton torpedoes in the bomb bay each, and proton rockets on the pylons. So she had to be sure the pre-flight checklist would be in order for her first flight. Once she could be sure of that, she was able to initiate the takeoff sequence, where she pulled against the yoke so hard that the Wasp's tail almost struck the hotel parking lot's pavement. Luckily she didn't spin out of control or anything of that sort, much less sent into a collision course against the hotel. Also, in an attempt to follow his wayward student, the Abednedo instructor took off, but with no danger to the pavement, and realized his greatest danger was, in fact, the inexperienced Varindar, whom he hoped would survive this sortie if she did, in fact fight in this sortie. He didn't harbor any hopes that Varindar would even score so much as a single kill, not even if the enemy pilots were the Sith's standard fare. Now that they were clear of Trandosha's atmosphere...

"Hotelier, watch it, you almost collided with the hotel's parking lot! And me, too!" Wallpaper warned Varindar. "Now, for hyperspace jumping. I don't know if you have any knowledge of topology, but unless you know topology, and even then I'd recommend to do that only for long-haul flying, use the navicomputer to calculate a jump from here to Kashyyyk, and then pull the lever to your left"

"Roger, roger" Varindar acknowledged, while laying in a course in the craft's navicomputer. "Lightspeed!" Understandably, Wallpaper was very nervous about Varindar flying; he hoped that she would not crash against the planet like the pilot of the FIV Carousel on Dagobah...

 

[Jared Starchaser]

One thing that was always constant with most of the Starchasers was a disdain for the dark side. Beings who relied too heavily on that side of the Force became corrupted, robbing others of the chance to find their own path. It was corruption at its core, no matter what propaganda the states that supported the Ren or the Sith stated. Jared understood this because he was this. He was a member of a family who were used by the dark side, as adepts, and as hunters. He was trained in the dark side, and the light.

He was on the side of the light now, but the evil was always there. Jared was forming a team to help combat it on equal grounds. His father was a Jedi Master, a Sentinel, one who pursued the dark side, and fought it on their terms. Jared was looking into something similar, but removed from the religious experience that the Jedi and Sith both brought to the fight.

Recently hired by the Directorate as an officer in the defense forces, and having been a long time member of the Silver Sanctum, Jared was well alerted to movements going in around the Silver Space. Lately, he had been servicing the Galactic Alliance as an investigator and make-shift Shadow type. But his jurisdiction didn’t end between factions. The small FarStar inspired Corvette was making a trip form Alliance space out to Kashyyyk with some fresh recruits, and Jedi students working with the exchange between New and Silver Jedi Orders. A squadron of Chiss Clawcraft, pilots Jared had been working to train, working security.

It wasn’t going to be long before they arrived at the Wookiee world. Then, maybe he’d go somewhere for some R&R. For now, the fighter pilot Knight was walking the hangar floor, inspecting the crat, with his droid close in tow. He wanted to make sure they were looking good for any inspection by Directorate, or Silver, officers.

[member="Mulokhai Zarandur"]

 

[Kei Amadis]

Planet: Kashyyyk
Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple. Outside the front door, eating his sandwich.
Weather: Clear
Beard Status: Stubble
NPCs | Gear at bottom.
Allies: Beards
Enemies: No Beards

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YUjJdZetk4c​

Three for a Show and Four to Go. Get. Some
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“How’s it looking out there?”
One Amadis, a stubbled armored figure sat there finishing off his sandwich, sitting his lunch on the top of his rifle, because Sandwich first, Sith second.

“War never chang…. OW! Keep your hands to yourself. “ Levity in front of him on the viewscreen, the older wildcard shouting at some furry creature squawking back at him, who ran around in circles and legged it off into the undergrowth. Laughter came from a few of them, like old times. Older they were, with few men under 30 in these units anyway.

“Pity you’re not out here with us Boss.”
“You’ll do fine. Same Sith different day.”
“Copy that.”

Kei made light, but he knew what was coming now, two large movements toward the planet. And he'd assumed after their recent losses it was only one possible opponent. Assumptions were dangerous, but if the Jedi Master was wrong, then this exercise wasn't for nothing. He'd got a sandwich.

Familiar sounds of work in the far distance. The battlefield engineers and guerrilla fighters hard at their task, making the approach hell for any invaders. Exercise or the real deal, it didn't matter, the drills were the same. Those around the temple were hydro-hammering away into tree’s, ground and in the other direction setting up on the mountains. Thick tree’s which to be fair were like hammering away at a concrete building, drilling and burrowing into it. Invaders would probably come through the mid levels of the forest, it wasn’t like it was safe to go far under the tree’s, unless the invaders wanted losses in the more dangerous shadowlands or harsher area’s on approach, either way it'd be a snipers paradise. The mountain path was a likely access point instead. Because in the forests it was bad enough at the mid levels where the wildcards were, they’d already taken a few losses just setting up. They’d got scouts enough on the lower levels, where it was safe to do so anyway, so they could pull back if need be and hit the enemy in the rear if they bypassed the forest areas, which would make for nice crossfire with the defenders inside. For the mountains the wildcards had their house rules brigade, fixed emplacement specialists up there, and the sith would probably be taking heavy losses rooting them out of their positions if they came in at that direction, not to mention having their fingers being on a few detonators and friendly falling rock.

“Keep the snipers in position. Pick your targets, officers and then work down. Traps all setup?” Kei asked.
"Undergrowth has them well hidden. We barely know where they are ourselves”
“You sure this is Sith?
"If not. Just chalk it up to a day out. You could use some fresh air."

Catching his thumb on a splinter the veteran on the screen cursed and nodded, closing communication. Everyone here had done this a hundred times. Same sith different day. But Wookies hell, he'd not done wookies for a while.

Kashyyyk. For Kei, this wasn’t a clever choice of planet to attack. Defensible, predatory, dangerous and woe betide anyone who took the wrong step or touched the wrong thing down here. Not to mention the wookies, wookies he had a headache from debating with the local chief to stay away from the exercise. He wondered what might happen if people started trashing the local tree's and their backyard, it'd probably be a bad day all round.

Light armor like the Falchion and the AAC-1 Speeder Tank moved into place around the temple, anti air being a focus. Wildcards were bracing the tree’s against each other, so it formed more supportive structures, sniping holes and other traps and tricks waiting for anyone, Mesh traps ready to electrify, monofilament nets ready to shred invaders, and a landslide or two. Guerrilla fighters, hit and run hardened veterans by now but older men too, men and women who'd been serving together for a long time. A fun exercise, he didn't know what was coming or where, but he was understandably wary, and after their recent losses, he was taking no chances.

Amadis took another bite of his sandwich.

Gear | NPCs

Spoiler

Gear:
One Important Sandwich | Tempest Jedi Armor | Power Blade Mii Knife (Hip) | Lightsaber (Hip) | MRS Rifle Ammo: 12mm SPA-I Ammo (Hands) | 2x Stun Grenades | Basic Field Medical Kit (Pouch) | Grappling Hook/Tie/Field Rations (Belt)


Optional NPC Forces if the enemy bring any. If they don’t consider them in the background.
If you are engaging them tag me please so I can estimate losses.
Wildcards

Location: Forests Surrounding Temple a distance away. | Setting Up, Digging In
6,000 Wildcards
Former AoL and Republic Special Forces x5 Battalions
Ship boarding, infiltration and close combat specialists.

Location: Mountains | Digging In.
1,500 House Rules, Hard Targets Battalion, Former AoL and Republic Coruscant Forces x 1 Battalion Fixed Emplacement, Urban Combat Specialists.

Location: Forests and Mountains. | Building Emplacements, Trenches, Foxholes.
1,500 Kintan Nikto Mercenary Battalion former AoL x 1 Battalion
Mechanised Engineering Battalion, using what they have to hand to build what they need.

Location: Nearest Settlement
Possible Angry Wookies: 3,000

Location: Surrounding Temple

HAVw_A6_Juggernauts (Capacity 6000) x20

RX-200 Falchion Class Assault Tank (Anti Aircraft) x20

AAC-1 Speeder Tank (Lighting Strikes) x20

 

[Mulokhai Zarandur]

Mulokhai Zarandur​

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Location: Kashyyyk System​

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Sitting within his interceptor, Mulokhai tapped on various instruments within the cockpit, making the last of his pre-flight checks. Finally, it was time. He would see action against their enemies proper, rather than militia remnants or skulking his way around the edges of the galaxy. He, along with the rest of Krayt Squadron sat in their vehicles that waited upon rails within one of the many carrier vessels in the Sith Imperial Navy. Listening to his comlink from within his suit, Mulokhai spoke frankly.

"Krayt Leader, standing by."

As he saw the blue glow of hyperspace fade, being replaced with the blackness of the void from behind the Hangar's shield, it was everything to simply grin, and not do more as he waited for instruction. His grip tightened on the controls of his TIE, the bright yellow eyes staring intensely outwards into the black mass as he pined for the signal to go flying headfirst into it. Finally, he heard the word he was waiting for. Go.

Mulokhai's interceptor suddently detached from the rails, rushing out from the sides with the rest of Krayt Squadron behind him, the TIEs screaming into the Kashyyyk System in a threatening cacophony. They moved underneath, the Interceptors lining up alongside the transports heading towards the Jungle world to protect them from the enemy's defenses, to ensure as many Legionnaires reached the ground as possible.

He was almost quivering. Not with nervousness, but he was antsy. This was the place he felt most alive, in a cockpit; with the enemy and possible death rushing around him, bringing fire and blood to a peaceful Jedi world. He had heard of the famed Jedi Pilots, of all the accomplishments his people's greatest enemies had achieved. He was interested in sampling them for himself.

[member="Jared Starchaser"]

 

[Beltran Rarr]

Location: Antarian Ranger cantina, Ranger Base, Kashyyyk
Allies: SJO, Lupewaurreg, Jost Cal Dayne
Enemies: TSE
Engaging: Nobody currently

“You know what?” A shrill voice called from across the table, just as a flabby arm came down hard on the same. “You’re a karkin’ nerf-herder!”

The owner of the voice, one Jost Cal Dayne of Corellia looked down at his cards where they lay in the sabaac table’s suspension field. The cards equally a total value of twenty-three were known as a Pure Sabaac in the game’s parlance. It was the second-best hand in the game, and usually having one ensured that the player would leave the table far wealthier than he had come to it.

Usually.

Looking down at his own hand, also safely tucked away in the suspension field, Specialist Beltran Rarr raised an eyebrow at Cal Dayne. “You know, I’ve been called worse.” He replied sardonically. This prompted a deep chuckle from the other player at their table, a large imposing Wookiee by the name of Lupewaurreg.

Beltran had first met Lupewaurreg and Cal Dayne on Jakku, several months earlier. The two operated a small light freighter of Mon Calamari origin and had provided the, then nearly broke, mercenary a ride to Alaris Prime for a contract. Following the contract, Rarr had been recruited into the Antarian Rangers by one Colonel Valkren Calderon.

To them, he had disappeared without paying either of them for the ride and only happenstance had it that they had recently run into Rarr while he was seeing to some business interests on Denon. An originally tense standoff had quickly deescalated when Beltran had paid the two double what he’d owed them.
As luck would have it, they had been once again on their way back to Kashyyyk with some cargo so Beltran had decided to catch a ride back with them.

After all, it wasn’t like he hadn’t paid for it…this time.

The cards to which Beltran made mention, equaled what was known as an Idiot’s Array. The rarest, and best hand in the entire game. What had prompted the Corellian’s outburst was that Beltran had just won back Cal Dayne’s share of what he’d just been paid.

“You did that on purpose! Didn’t you!?”

From Beltran’s left, Lupewaurreg let out a quiet yowl. Beltran’s command of shyriiwook was pretty much non-existent, even after spending the last few months living on Kashyyyk. But he could tell from the Wookiee’s body language that he was trying to calm his much smaller companion.

To see Waurr and Cal Dayne together was almost a comical sight. Whereas Waurr stood well over two meters tall, Cal Dayne barely made one. While Waurr was imposing and powerful, Cal Dayne was out of shape and nearly as wide as he was tall. When the Corellian walked, he basically waddled while Waurr loped like a predator.

The only thing, to Beltran’s mind, that made Cal Dayne even remotely interesting was the fact that he possessed the quickest draw the Lorrdian had ever seen. In the span of an eye blink, the otherwise blubberous Corellian could draw his blaster, kill you dead, and holster it again. It was truly a sight to behold, and part of the reason he suspected the Wookiee kept the man around.

“I have no interest in cheating you,” Beltran responded after a moment. Though partially a lie in that Beltran had no particular issue with cheating anyone, he had acquired more than enough currency on his foray into the Core that he had no particular need to steal back what amounted to a paltry sum.

The details of his trip remained entirely separate and secret from his duties with the Silver Jedi, and would remain so. So he didn’t bother to expound on them. Instead, he was about to order the Corellian and his Wookiee friend another round when the Ranger base’s air raid siren sounded.

“The hell is that?!” Cal Dayne exclaimed, even as Beltran stood and made his way to the door.

Stepping outside, Beltran looked up into the sky. Already the fiery orange streaks of dropships entering the planet’s atmosphere could be seen. Reaching down to his hip, Beltran pulled his blaster. Since he had yet to return to active duty from his furlough with the Antarian Rangers, it was his privately owned Merr-Sonn “Flash 4” Heavy Blaster Pistol he held.

Behind him, he heard another soft yowl. Glancing back, he saw Waurr standing in the doorway of the Ranger base’s cantina. Poking his head around the furry beast, Jost Cal Dayne also took in the scene before them. While the Wookiee remained unarmed, not having thought to bring a weapon to a military base on his own homeworld, Cal Dayne had drawn the old style DL-44 he always carried on his hip.

“There’s no way that’s a good sign.”

Three mismatched beings, two weapons, and a growing sense of annoyance from Beltran Rarr. Gods help the Sith Empire, for they had no idea who they were dealing with.

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

Planet: Kashyyyk
Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Gardens
Gear in signature
Allies: SJO peps
Enemies: Sith peps

Sukai sat in a typical Seiza legs resting among the soft grass, Yukata styled robes fluttering in the small breeze that passed through the man trees, leaves and other foliage swaying back and forth. All in all peaceful day, besides the fact that things where not peaceful.

Her eyes closed to the surrounding but ears and other senses still awake, listening to the distant rumble and hammer of military personal in the nearby jungle, digging in and setting up a defensive perimeter around the temple. Though nothing physical had happened yet a foreboding sense of danger filled the young Jedi's heart, the living force warning her of a coming attack, the only problem was, when and where?

It was quite unfortunate on this day that the rangers, or wild card, who ever it was happened to get wind of the attack before hand and prepare, but still, something felt off, like the defenses would not be enough, or just bypassed all together. "I best prepare for the worst, no telling what dangers we may face today", standing up the Riben-jin felt around her waist, checking to make sure her multiple lightsabres and other items where at the ready.

Taking in a deep breath her blue eyes turned to the sky, watching for the smallest hint of an attacking force, by not able to sense the darkness of many Sith approaching the Jedi home world.

 

[Khia Varad]

Location: Silver Rest SJO Temple Inside. Sitting on her metal butt.
Anger Level: Lip Biting.
Enemies: Dead Sith
Allies: Not Dead Sith

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_DePXEUY04
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Since the fall of the Mandalorian Crusaders, yep them, Khia had been doing nada, ziltch, nothing. Mando queen was itching for some action, the silver Jedi had done right by clan Varad, given her a home and in return she’d worked her ass off. But she’d missed it, the action, the chance to prove herself in battle often. The crusader in her longed for it. Kei had slipped her the word that something might be going down, so she was suiting up.

Keeping the danger to herself for now, well to herself and her clan. No panic was needed for the padawans if this turned out to be nothing, again. Strapping up, the Mandalorians were in high spirits, a battle was a battle. Got the blood pumping. Metal strapped around bone, felt like home.

“Going to wimp out on our bet?” Khia punched her battle sister on the breastplate.

“What bet. You were the one who didn’t want to shoot the guy twice.” Seka ribbed her.

“Sometimes people just need to be shot once.” Khia declared and put the helmet on. Attaching far more than just one gun to herself, two jacknives, an icebreaker, supplies, explosives, grenades, not one but two personal shields, one deactivated and one activated. Khia had no force ability, what she did have was all the toys, she’d need them.

Locking and loading the LMG sized weapon, packing 40 huge 14mm shieldbreaker slugs, the barrel was placed across her back rested and supported by one hand, the large woman looked something like a tank on a bad day. Today was no exception. “Alright let’s move it ou….”
“Khia, I’ll need you inside.” Came Kei’s voice over the comms.
A collective sigh and expletives were exchanged by clan Varad.
“Frakking me. First decent fight in two months? More paranoia?”
“Look. Just trust me. Hold them at the door if anyone slips by. Check anyone suspicious.” Kei's voice sounded less than convincing, she didn't think much of him, weak, he'd have these moments where it was all doom and gloom, keeping his vod from getting the rest they needed. Then dragging her sorry ass into it as well. Always another false alarm. Frak it. If he was getting her hopes up on another feeling. She was gonna deck him.

Khia bit her lip and grudgingly agreed. “elek”, yes in the Mandalorian tongue. Said firm, she was committed.

So what happened next: Twenty Mandalorian Crusaders made their way to the front door inside the temple, and began to filter out around the structure, setting up in corridors nearby. Though they weren’t exactly subtle, and whispers were about as to why they were so heavily armed, they dismissed it as a training exercise to any padawan who asked. Padawans had been used to seeing this now and again. With Master Amadis, making some claim about needing to be safe, this was what, the fifth time in as many weeks. Some of the more senior Jedi knew better or did they? Was Kei's worry turning into paranoia, or worse turning into the boy who cried wolf?

For Khia. The order and all its treasures, secrets, artifacts and memorials for the fallen had to be protected no matter the cost. Khia understood that. History. Lineage. Clan and Honor. She’d live and die for those things, live and die for clan Varad's new home. Her targeting visor was plugged in and came to life, flickering to to enhance her vision, and her lifeform detector came to life at her side.

She was the only one here hoping for a battle.

NPCs/Gear

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1x MRS-1 14mm SPA-I Slugs, x6 Ammo Clips | 1x Icebreaker 2x Jackknifes | Grenade Belt x5 Mixed Nades(Cryo|Frag|Stun) | KPA-01 Armor, Targeting Visor, Lifeform Detector, | x1 Nimbus Shield Off, x1 Echani Personal Shield On | Battlefield Trauma Kit

NPCs
20 x Mandalorian Crusaders from Clan Varad. Some have jetpacks, all are heavily armed with similar gear, one or two are packing anti vong tensor weaponry.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Silver Rest underground command center
Allies: SJ [member="Kei Amadis"] [member="Khia Varad"]
Enemies: SE

"If our intelligence is correct, general, the Sith are on the move" the SIGINT officer reported.

"If Midvinter is any indication, I'm not sure about how they would even be able to use anything other than massed infantry attacks. Then again they may be using the trees for cover" another staff officer, a veteran of Midvinter, told the rest of the staff.

"We shall use the trees around Silver Rest for cover. Dig in, emplace heavy machineguns near the chokepoints, but keep some around less likely zones for attack. Also, weapons tight. Let them advance for a bit, let them keep their guard down for a while, and then we shall strike. Keep artillery in reserve: artillery is not to fire until we have confirmation of enemy heavy vehicles or landing craft, while mortars can fire proton rounds at massed infantry formations. Missile troopers, missile artillery, target enemy aircraft first; we need all the air patrols we can patrolling the region around Silver Rest, first on recon duty"

"Forcing the Jedi proper to duel is not enough to scare us: they need to use alternate methods to do so, on top of engaging Jedi into dueling"

With all the air patrols floating around, the two squadrons of Chiloon-Is were laden with sixteen concussion missiles each, which can be fired only one at a time. And, if the enemy was going around using their usual strategy, to attempt dueling high-value targets, regardless of casualties, it was going to cost them a lot. However, she trusted the people in orbit to keep the Sith at bay, especially given how unrefined they proved to be on Mirial and Thyferra; with such methods, she would think it would require emptying the Sith Empire's fleet to the point the heartland of the Empire outside of Bastion would be vulnerable to pull off an attack on Kashyyyk and hope of achieving any result of significance that would still leave a window open for evac. Unless, of course, they were willing to send their own men to slaughter while Xi Charrian marines took up positions among the trees, snipers, machineguns ready to fire at the enemy from entrenched positions well-hidden from view. Is that it? Is that how they intend to scare us? Forcing us to duel? That, in itself, isn't enough. What are they doing differently from Midvinter? They might have different aims, she thought, while readying the very same sniper rifle that those Xi Charrian snipers are even using on those treetops.

Spoiler: Gear

• Caluula anti-matériel rifle
• Lightsaber (holstered)
• Laminanium armor

Spoiler: Order of battle

Use of NPCs is optional if the enemy doesn't bring any NPC forces to bear. If such is the case, they shall fade into the background.

Infantry:

• 3800 Silver Jedi regulars
• 700 heavy weapons infantry
• 500 Xi Charrian marines

Artillery:

• 48 Irnfall main battle tanks
• 72 Hwacha MLRS
• 36 Hailfire-X droids

Aircraft:

• 12 A-10 LAAT gunships
• 24 Chiloon-I fighters
• 24 Chiloon-II fast bombers

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs​

Jyoti paced around the floors of the dojo, sipping on a mug of lemonade as observed each pair of Padawan sparring against each using Djem So. Valae was also on the floor, but tucked away in the back overseeing Jyoti's training session.

One particular feisty Bith caught her attention, blindly wailing away against his twi'lek counterpart, who managed to keep nicking him here and there with parries. If those had been real lightsabers, then he would be missing a few limbs at this point. With each tag, she could feel his frustration rising, leading to further deterioration of his technique.

"Pause," she said, raising her free hand. "Herron, you're being too aggressive. You won't break your opponent simply with brute strength. That's not what Djem So is about."

She set down her mug on the matted floor, then unclipped her silver hilt from her belt. With a light application of telekinesis, the buttonless saber flared to life with a brilliant blade of silver.

"Come at me like you did Dei'Rin."

The twi'lek stepped back while she assumed a ready stance, inviting Herron to attack. The Bith hesitated but eventually moved to engage her as asked.

Broken from his earlier spar with Dei'Rin, and now facing an instructor, Herron had cooled down considerably, initially attacking with much more measured blows. However, Jyoti responded in kind, countering with parries that would sometimes leave Herron stumbling.

She never followed up on the openings made, mostly staying in place and waiting for Herron to take another shot at her, but like a mountain, she would not budge.

Again, his attacks became sloppier overtime as he ran into familiar resistance, resorting to Force-enhanced strength to batter away at his smaller opponent.

At this point, he was forcing her blade back even as she parried, but she did not buckle. In fact, she was lulling him into a false sense of superiority as she held back.

Finally, she struck back as he lashed out with one heavy overhead slash, putting full strength behind a wide parry to send him stumbling.

In a change of pace, she moved in for the attack, catching him off guard with a rapid advance. He threw out a weak underhand cut to try to ward her off, but she met her blade against his and then pivoted around the bind as she stepped under his reach. In the next step, she had pushed his blade away while her pommel and left fist were perfectly aligned with his neck. Here, she could have bashed her hilt into his throat or collapsed it with a targeted shot of Force energy from the hand, but she merely pushed a weak breeze of air to give him a tickle.

From there, she pulled away and raised her hand to stop the spar.

"While you may be physically stronger, and have a longer reach than me, that's not a guarantee for victory. There's a reason why Form V is known as the perseverance form. Rather than trying to simply force your way, use your opponent's strength against them. Exploit their mistakes and cause them to make more. Keep them off balance. That's how you really dominate a fight."

"Now, why don't y----"

She was interrupted by a great disturbance in the force, followed shortly by the sound of air sirens.

The Silver Rest was under attack.

The padawan around her broke off from their spar and began to chatter amongst each other in confusion, several coming up to her and the Grandmaster for answers.

"We've drilled for this," she reminded them. "Don't panic. Remember your training, and you'll be fine. Now get to your stations."

Quickly, the Padawan began to file out, the younger and/or greener initiates heading to guarded shelters, while more experienced Padawan headed straight for the armory to kit up. A few would still linger, though - personal students of Jyoti's

Jyoti sighed and clipped her lightsaber on her hilt as she approached Valae.

"It looks like it's that time again."

At Felucia, Anzat,Thyferra, and Utapau, the Sith Empire had more than shown themselves willing for military adventures far beyond their borders. Thus, it was only a matter of time that they would hit Kashyyyk, for no other reason than Jedi being there. Like moths to a flame, they just couldn't help themselves.

"It's best if you stay hunkered down with some Temple Guards and Berserkers. I probably have some hunting to do with my Shadows."

[member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Cawn"] [member="Charlie"] [member="Zavii"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Epistor"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Seated with a smile, Valae remained at the edge of the mat to observe Master Nooran’s training session. No doubt, her friend was a skilled teacher – she knew when to be stern, and when to be encouraging. It was certainly nice to see the students practicing under her tutelage. The Grandmaster’s eyes lingered on the student’s feet as the moved to strike, noticing the careful attention they paid to footwork. Yes, swordsmanship was far more than swinging around a saber – but a dance of strength, grace, and skill.

A fellow Silver Circle healer, Quin Su, came to sit at the Grandmaster’s side. After leaning his walking stick against the wall, he lowered himself down to the floor slowly and then came to sit cross-legged. For a long moment, he merely stroked the white hair of his beard and watched the practice being held before them.

“We’ve some skilled leaners today,” He said, eyes wide and enthusiastic. “It’s a good day for practice, isn’t it?” They were words with a double-edge that he spoke with a grin.

Valae shifted a sidelong glance at the Cerean; she knew what he was getting at. She’d never had much of a heart for fighting, but she recognized easily that there were other ways to help. And with a bit of extra time, she had been putting in hours with Quin Su to hone her skills. Their focus had been protective and defensive, but he had also been showing her the way of valuable support abilities. She didn’t have to lead with sword in hand, but she did need to be a strong example for the Order.

Just as she was about to form a response, her thoughts were shattered by the sound of sirens and the piercing feeling that something was terribly wrong. This feeling of dread was fleeting – it was enough to send a shiver of panic through her, that she quickly quelled into quit determination. There were eyes upon her now, and she stepped forward towards the center of the mat. Glancing quickly at Jyoti, she gave the other woman a steady nod.

“Yes – we are ready.” She said, and then looked to those around her. “Don’t worry.”

Moving away, she activated her comm – her words would be heard throughout the temple halls and the surrounding area.

“This is Grandmaster Kitra – Kashyyyk is under attack. Emergency protocols, activated. Stay alert and keep each other safe.”

The temple would lock down, just like they had practiced – younglings and those unable to fight would be taken to safety within Silver Rest. They had not fled Voss in fear, they had left to start anew here on Kashyyyk – and that’s just what they did.

Though, they did so knowing this day would come… and they were prepared.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

I'd been waiting for this for awhile now. The calm before the storm, since abandoning Voss I'd been waiting for Sith to pop up. Now they had in force and it was time to go to work. Even with having killed the terantatek I'd known the usefulness of the savage predators of Kasshyyk. Hitting a button on the wall I allowed my pack free to protect Kasshyyk, Corellian sand panthers. incredible hunters and the person I'd acquired them from had warned they were more deadly due to genetic modifications altering their already considerable stealth abilities. Thing was they were all loyal to me through a Corellian way of bonding and I was releasing them to hunt.

Tapping out a message to Valae I said "Master Valae, I WILL be using lethal force to defend Kasshyyk and the members of The Silver Order. May The Force be with you Master." Securing my weapons I activated the sensor jammers for this segment of the planet and engaged everything I had in terms of traps. Locking my buy'ce in place The HUD flicked to life and I began priming the Mages Spear to fight in the skies if need be and tied the controls to my helm. I activated the droids I'd acquired as well Mandalorian war droids that had Echani combat programming. Making sure that everything was set I grabbed the remainder of my weapons and locked them against my Vespera Beskar'gam armor.

Remembering a quote from Seras I said "Demons run when a good man goes to war..." Marching to the elevator where my bike was I activated the stealth field over it and engaged the stealth unit on my armor. Time to defend my new home...

[member="Valae Kitra"] ~ [member="Jyoti Nooran"] ~ [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] ~ [member="Khia Varad"] ~ @ Everyone else

 

[Tekkio]

Location: Kashyyyk upper atmosphere
Allies: TSE [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Enemies: TSJ

A few MAAC/iv dropships came out of hyperspace, their engines at full power heading into the atmosphere of the planet Kashyyyk. These dove towards the planet at the first sign of an opening to land troops and vehicles. One of the ships in the back held some equipment needed to set up a ground command center that would also act as a landing zone for new troops. The equipment and supplies the ship carried was accompanied with 250 sith troopers, most wearing Imperial Armor unique to the Sith Empire. These troopers belonged mostly to the Navy's special forces. There was a number of officers belonging to the Surveillance Corps. Among the officers was Kushiban Lieutenant Tekkio. At his side was a simple blaster pistol.

Tekkio stood there, holding onto the wall as the dropship shook from the turbulence of entering the atmosphere at a high speed. "Hey, Kushi." A trooper said causing Tekkio to turn his head and shift his ear to listen behind him. The man's voice was partially muffled from the helmet. "Remember to stay out of everyone's way, or else they will step on you." Tekkio turned completely. There was a female voice behind him, muffled from the same helmet. "I'm sorry, what's your rank?" She asked the trooper who spoke to the Kushiban. The man turned a bit as she continued. "Oh yeah, a PO. The way I see it, he's the one that should be giving you the orders." Before the man could retort she grabbed the shoulder pad of his armor and pulled him out the way. Her armor was exactly the same as his, rank and all. It was tough trying to figure out the difference between them, had it not been for the voice difference. "Don't listen to him. He's just mad that our unit might not see any action." Tekkio smiled a bit. The black face of the helmet was emotionless, he could only picture where she was looking.

"I heard why you joined. But why did you come to Kashyyyk?" She asked. Tekkio looked up at her. "I had little choice." He said. "It was either accept the assignment or risk disappointing someone. I understand that its death in that case." The woman nodded. "Seems like you're already fitting in. Listen, keep your head down. I know you're used to fighting Xinkra but this enemy is smarter, leave the fighting to those in the armor, alright sir?" She stumbled against the wall as the ship jerked, Tekkio was almost sent off his feet. He gathered himself and looked to the hangar doors.

Someone in a black cloak walked past them towards the entrance. Tekkio did manage to catch a glimpse at the figure's waist. On his belt was a lightsaber. The trooper who he had been talking to looked down at the lupine Lieutenant and then looked at the cloaked figure. "Sith. Or rather a real sith. Let him take care of the Jedi." Tekkio looked down a bit then turned his head partially looking at her. "Are Jedi strong enough to fight sith?" He asked. She nodded. "They are just as ruthless. I don't know what the difference is, but what I do know is that Jedi are basically the same thing, just on a different side. Best not get in their way." She said.

Tekkio starred at the sith. This was a war Tekkio agreed to fight. Before it was to save his planet, but this attack on another world would save very few. The officer straightened himself. He was an Imperial, him and his race. This was his reason for living now. To fight the enemies of those who he owed a debt to. The ship stopped shaking and started to slow down. It was approaching a beach.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Planet: Kashyyk​

Location: Antarian Ranger Base - 'The Pit'​

Current Objective: None​

Assets: First Ranger Special Tactics Unit, ​

Third Antarian Ranger Infantry.​

Weather: Clear.​

​

Colonel Valkren Calderon grunted as he dropped the straight bar down from over his head, the weights on either side of it slamming onto the mat-covered wooden platforms that rested in the middle of Kashyyyk's largest ranger base, adjacent to the Temple. The clear skies and beautiful day had made it perfect for the young special forces officer to spend some time in 'the pit,' an area designated with the simple title by many of the rangers that occupied it due to it's rugged nature. The platformed area had been made into an outdoor-gym of the sorts, it was also a place where many rangers resided due to the PT gear they were permitted to wear in place of their usual BDU's or heavy armor.

Loud music filled the air and the smell of stale tobacco and cigarettes lingered as well. Rangers of all races and occupations wandered the pit and the surrounded area, resting or getting their reps in at the center of the platforms where most of the outdoor equipment was located. Calderon reached up and wiped the sweat from his brow, watching over the weights in front of him as if he was assessing a tactical plan before a mission. His workout was coming to an end, and perfect timing too, as he was quite ready for something to eat.

"You ever going to put more weight on that bar, or are you going to keep pretending to be this 'Commando' that everyone says you 'supposedly' were." Lieutenant Konrad Harris, Valkren's XO and close friend, suddenly appeared from the mix of rangers, sporting the same PT gear that he was and assisting his tease towards Valk with some hardy air quotes. He crossed his tree-trunk like arms across his chest once he was positioned in front of his superior officer, a smirk pulling at his lips after the joke about Valkren's previous occupation in the Galactic Republic.

Valk' went to recover his towel from a nearby rack, using both hands to assist in the cleaning of his face.

"You know you've bugged me about this for the good part of a year or so now, and I give ya' the same damn answer every time Konrad."

"There's Holos?"

"There's holos!"

"Oh, blow out your rear, sir. You know no-one there's no holos."

"I'm just saying man, there's a holo of one of our operations that got declassified. You can see our patches and everything, proof." Valkren stepped over the weights and gave a hard punch to the LT as he walked by, causing Harris to wince suddenly and rub the spot where contact was made before following after him. The pair had separated from their special forces group, the 'Radama Raiders' during some down time between missions. After using some of that down side to keep up their physical state, they began to make their way out from the platform called the pit.

Their child-like foolishness was soon interrupted by reality, as the base's sirens came to fill the air as soon as the two entered into the sunlight. They both stopped, as did every other service member around the base as they came to realize just what the sirens meant.

Valkren's eyes were drawn to the skies, before moving back to the Lieutenant. "We need to move. Where's the rest of the team?"

By the time Konrad could get out a response, they were at a full sprint across the open base, "Think they were at the bloody base pub! Should be on a SGV back by now!"

"Let's karkin' hope so." Valkren panted as he spoke, the pair rounding another corner with a group of rangers in similar BDUs and PT outfits, most moving to the same armory as them. The entire base seemed to be mobilizing now to their different positions and barracks for their necessary equipment.

-----Location: Ranger Base - 'War Room'​

​

Ranger Commander Jayce Smoak blinked as his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the next room after the doors slid open. He was greeted by a mess of screens and projectors all about the room, providing the only light. Intel officers and analysts ran back and forth at an effective rate due to the sound of sirens outside of the walls. He made his way around each projector table and panicked analyst, assuring not to get in the way of their vital operations.

"Status?" Smoak's gruff voice came through his thick brown beard, the stocky man stopping before a much larger set of screens that had a camera view from their mountain-position.

"Confirmed drop ships inbound sir, working on getting their landing sites now." One of the officers in the room spoke up, moving to his own station in the process.

"Good, what about our assets?"

"We have a strike team on stand by, a special tactics unit: Raiders. Third Ranger infantry has been stationed here for awhile, they'd be the most strong in number. Most out of their unit should have already been on duty here."

The commander paced momentarily, reaching a hand up to rub at his facial hair as he watched the screens and the figures slowly getting closer to their base.

"Contact the commander of the Third Infantry. Get him to send two platoons to the generator. If he says it's too many men, tell him I'll provide the rest of his men with some sort of air support. Once we get the location of those ship's landing zones, we need to send out teams from his unit along side the raiders to intercept any ground parties."

"Yes Sir." The communications expert turned back to his station soon after, putting through the proper connections.

"What about our Anti-Air? We going to be able to knock out any of those birds?" Jayce turned his body slightly, looking to a separate side of the room.

"Automated defenses are up, commander, awaiting targets to get in range now."

Commander Smoak turned back, slowly scanning every screen around the room and every camera view he could see. Everywhere across the base, rangers and personnel alike geared up, assisting each others with their kits and weapons as they moved, knowing that it would take each and every of them to repel the sudden attack. Platoon sergeants were mobilizing their troops, Officers rushing to get to their units NCO's before the chaos started. The Commander was sure that Kashyyyk was ready, and the rangers here were itching for a good fight.

 

[Zavii]

Location: Silver Rest
Allies: SJO, Rangers, Varad Clan
Enemies: Sith, and all who follow them

Djem So was turning out to be a lot more complex than Zavii had anticipated. The young Jedi was still running through the basic drills that Master Nooran had showed the group, not yet feeling comfortable with free sparring. Then again, she was kind of a perfectionist when it came to this sort of thing. She knew well enough from her own master's scars the price of being careless or ill-prepared on the field of battle. Thankfully the other Padawan she'd chosen wasn't very experienced with a blade in general and didn't at all mind going over the drills as many times as it took. Eventually, Zavii stopped to watch as the instructor took special interest in one of the other Padawans' technique. She always enjoyed watching a true martial artist at work, and did her best to absorb every nuance of the woman's movements as she feigned weakness and eventually overtook the taller being's defenses. Someday she would be that good, the Zabrak promised herself.

She turned back to her partner and was just about to reignite her saber when sirens sounded all around. Everyone looked around and chattered nervously as they continued but the sound of the Grandmaster's words- both over the intercomm and in the room right by her- kept Zavii relatively calm, though one of her hearts had begun to beat much faster than she could remember it ever going. Within seconds, many of the other students had begun to file out toward the places that best suited them in an attack scenario, but Zavii stayed put. Turning a knob on her lightsaber, she looked to [member="Jyoti Nooran"] with a grim determination and a voice as steady as a mountain, none of her usual excitement showing whatsoever.

"Master," she said, "Let me go with you. I need to see firsthand the path I will walk."

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

The former MercMan was used to rude and unexpected awakenings. He had been resting for a while in his freighter, napping off after some heavy training earlier and an all nighter before that. Dusaro had been a good two and a half hours into his peaceful respite before he was roused from it by a particularly 'bad feeling'. Before he knew it the Firrerreo was looking up at the ceiling, his body kicking itself awake and mind working. Instinctively he laid there silently, probing around with his senses for a few moments. Detecting nothing off in his ship itself, Dusaro got up out of his bed and tossed on his standard attire along with his ever present flak jacket. "Hmm..." He debated something for a few moments and chose to go ahead and clip on his shattergun pistol along with his lightsaber before leaving the room.

Dusaro looked around the landing pad after the ramp lowered, his stance just a bit on edge as he looked around. Still nothing looked off. "I ain't starting ta go crazy am i..?" He muttered to himself as he looked around, reaching up a hand to scratch the back of his head. Relaxing his mind, he felt out for that feeling again, for what ever woke him up. It would be several moments before he would pin down the unease and by then, a message would come across a loudspeaker. Kashyyyk was under attack. "Took them long enough." He mused, looking around as the temple quickly went into shutdown. Pulling out his communicator he would call up a friend of his. "Sky, you there? This is Dusaro. Pretty sure you heard that message same as me, where are you? I am at my ship on the landing pad. Looks like we will have a bit of time to group up before things get hot. I can come to you and bring any weapons and equipment from my ship you might want or need." He said, looking to the sky. While his gaze could not see through hyperspace, he didn't see anything in orbit. Yet.

In the mean time, around him in the landing pads was a bustle of activity. Rangers moving around, younglings and the few civilian techs who were present were being escorted to safer locations and Dusaro kept and eye on the area for the moment while waiting on Sky's reply. Just in case there happened to be some enemies who had crept into the area without their knowledge. Best to stay aware at all times and all that.

[member="Sky'ito Yumi"]

 

[Charlie Nooran]

As Jyoti instructed the others, Charlie was focusing on her own personal lesson. Sense was something she was learning, to trust the force and all the feelings that came with it. Blind folded she had no weapon, her lightsaber was packed away in a bag on the side of the mat. She was surrounded by a moving target and had to force push it one she felt it move. Finding one’s center within the force was a task and the Padawan was slowly getting better at it.

Along with the Force push, Charlie focused on her footwork. Jyoti had shown her some of the Echani Martial Arts, and the flow of the footwork moved with her as she adjusted and caught each of the targets at the right time. Her precision was getting better along with the fluidity of her steps. A smile crossed her face and she pulled off the blind fold to see the targets flopped to their sides. It was time for a break, she had worked nonstop since they had arrived at the dojo. The gum she was chewing had grown stale and so she spit it out into a napkin and tossed it. The gum helped her focus for the most part, but now was time for a delicious snack.

Kneeling the padawan dug through her small knapsack. Inside, she retrieved a peanut butter bar and her lightsaber which she quickly clipped to her thin belt. The peanut butter bar was a far cry from her usual snack, but after the comment of her armor clinging a bit too tight – Charlie had done her best to make sure it didn’t anymore. Chewing on the bar, she pretended it was a cream filled pastry – it was enough to curb her appetite and sate her sweet tooth. Results taken and Charlie began to head towards the end of the Dojo that her Master was instructing the other padwans. With her tunic starting to hang loosely on her, along with other articles of her typical uniform, Charlie drew closer happily when there was a sudden shift.

She had felt it, especially now that she had learned to keep herself centered, her mind open and aware to the world around her. Blinking, she felt the shift and the ripple in the Force that cried danger to her youthful mind. Sprinting she ran toward Jyoti and paused. The woman was calming the younger students down and having them head towards the shelters. One of the students that was around her age waved her over. Charlie shook her head and remained with the others that had stayed with Jyoti. Now was the time to prove her worth to the Master. When she looked around at those who had stayed, she quickly recognized a familiar face. Zavii was here as well and she nodded towards the Zabrak girl.

Adjusting her tunic, she patted her side down and made sure she had grabbed the lightsaber from her bag. Knowing exactly who was here, Charlie felt the anger that she reserved towards the Sith starting to resurface. Almost out of character, the Padawan had an air of calm wash over her as that anger began to be a controlled fury. Quietly she positioned herself at the Master’s side and awaited orders. There were no sweet treats or clumsiness coming from the young padawan – today was different.


[member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Zavii"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Cawn"]

 

[Funky Balor]

Location: The Bar

Objective: Knock 'em out


Tunage: [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vimZj8HW0Kg[/youtube]


The band was out of town, and we couldn't rehearse,
so the Mando Musician took the stage, and dropped a verse:



Don't call it a comeback, we've been here for years
Drinking these beers and kicking their rears
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to my staff roar doom


Mead hall scent over powering
Over treetops of Kashyyk I'm towering
Holding court, when I siege the fort
You'll find I'm the overpowering sort

Don't you dare stare, you best beware
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get stomped and chomped
Competition holds out full stop




I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!!
Manda said knock you out HUUUH!!!
I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!!
Manda said knock you out HUUUH!!!
I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!!
Manda said knock you out HUUUH!!!
I'm gonna knock you out HUUUH!!!
Manda said knock you out HUUUH!!!



As The Funky MC stood and stopped the mic,
The shop's alarms sounded that it wasn't alright,
So he stopped the tunes and raised the call,
It was finally fething time for a free-for-all.



So he armed himself, and alarmed himself,
And prepared to fight off the schuttas who would harm himself,
Because if sight-lines couldn't be defended with sight-rhymes,
Then it was high time to start up with some high crimes.

 

[Onrai]

Location: Kashyyyk
Current Objective: Orbitally strike the Silver Jedi fortifications planet-side.
Allies: [member="Zahori Denko"], [member="Mulokhai Zarandur"], any other TSE forces in space
Enemies: SJO fleet and ground forces

The Void Irregular Fleet jumped into its first foray since the conflict at Anzat. The fleet had been mostly refitted - The Massassi corvettes had been given brand new weaponry of almost unparalleled potency for their size, while the Legacy-class heavy cruisers had been replaced with new Conqueror-class Heavy Cruisers - it was time to test their beam weaponry against the main bulk of the Silver Jedi fleet. The ​Ablution​ herself, while not fully refitted, had gotten rid of its LRHHVels and replaced them with the 5 LRBBeams it was intended to have - immense firepower that Vanessa was sure would prove effective against the inevitable threat of Silver Jedi warships.

"Ready yourselves, men. This is the heart of Silver territory, and the ships are as freshly refitted as we can make them. We will​ be engaging enemy ships, so be ready for a fight. If we can harm the fleet badly enough, we can hopefully drive them off and proceed to orbitally bombard the planet. I'm sure some nice craters will be beneficial in softening this world up for future invasion."

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Main Fleet

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship(with LRBBeams instead of LRHHVels) | Ablution​ | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Resolute-class Supercarrier | ​Endeavour​ | 1800m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Attrition IIL-class Light Star Destroyer | Traya​ | 1200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Scylla | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Conqueror-class Heavy Cruiser | Gorgon | 1000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | Bulwark​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Guardian-class Assault Monitor | ​Wasp​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

​Starfighters​

2x Solace-class Starfighter squadrons (24)
2x Trident-class Y-Wing Light Bomber squadrons (24)
3x Forge-class Interceptor squadrons (36)
2x Vornskr-class Interceptor squadrons (16)
3x Exodus-class Strategic Bomber squadrons (12)
3x Eightgun-class Assault Fighter squadrons (48)
3x Aeseth-class Space Superiority Fighter squadrons (36)
6x Scrapmetal-class Drone squadrons (72)

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Bring the rain
Location: Kasshyyk Orbit

Allies: Sith Empire - [member="Vanessa Vantai"], @Mulokai Zarandur
Enemies: Jedi & The Puddycats - [member="Kaine Australis"]

Lightfall Dominion Fleet

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Goreblade - Invictus II-class Star Battlecruiser 100/100
6/6 TIE squadrons
Action:

Blackgate - Invictus II-class Star Battlecruisehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/124132-invictus-ii-class-star-battlecruiser/ 100/100
6/6 TIE squadrons
Action:

Stryfe's Rage - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100/100
24/24 TIE squadrons
Action:

Maladi's Pain - Harbinger-class Carrier Battlecruiser 100/100
24/24 TIE squadrons
Action:

Boethiah - Harrow-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action:

Hermaeus - Harrow-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action:

Malacath - Harrow-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action:

Mehrunes - Harrow-class Dreadnaught Mk-III 100/100
4/4 TIE squadrons
Action:

Wildfire - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Monsoon - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Hurricane - Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Venom - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Carnage - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

Acid - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:


Toxin - Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser 100/100
1/1 TIE squadrons
Action:

The itsy bitsy Jedi ran to Kasshyyk​

Then came the Sith, death is what they seek​

Down from the skies, chaos shall reign​

The itsy bitsy Jedi won't escape again​

​

A force bent on the destruction of Kasshyyk unveiled itself from hyperspace just behind the initial force sent through to the Jedi's capital. The guns were swiftly warming up and preparing to engage any opposing force the Jedi would manage to muster. The Imperial Armada had a strong belief in overpowering their enemy with heavy firepower and unrelenting force. This was undeniable proof of that. Vice Admiral Zahori Denko stood silently on the bridge of Goreblade, watching as the fleet placed under her command moved forward to begin the assault. "Inform the captains that the assault begins once all the guns are ready to fire." Zahori coldly commanded her comms officer.

"Yes, Admiral." the comms officer responded. "All ships, fire when ready." she relayed to the rest of the fleet.

Communications riding on any non-Sith channel would begin to be scrambled as the Imperial Armada's EWAR teams were hard at work. The interdictors were ready and waiting to stop any attempt of evacuation from the planet with their gravity wells. TIE fighters deployed from their hangars and were standing by to engage the enemy. This would be a battle surely worth remembering.