Un-Common Battle Cry

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Aboard The Baal , Gehenna Fleet
Intercept and Deter

Vice Admiral Jaisal Koruuna stood aboard the bridge of his ship, arms held behind his back as bombs peppered the hull of his ship and starfighters raced by in dogfights as laserfire filled the void. An officer would perk up as they looked up from their station and called out, "Sir, transmission addressed to Sith Fleet from one of our own." The Vice Admiral would raise a brow before nodding and telling him to put the transmission for the entirety of the bridge to hear.

Attention Sith fleet.
This is Lady Kay Arenais, Queen of Commenor and the Systems Alliance. This blockade is illegal, as well as an act of piracy. It undermines the negotiations that were already under way between our governments. We will not bow down to your intimidations.
Shut off your gravity wells and let us pass or you will suffer the consequences. You have ten minutes. Cut the transmission.

As the message played the Vice Admiral would bring his hands forward and stroke at his facial hair. Before [member="Vanessa Vantai"] who commanded the other fleet in the system could issue a response he would open a channel, a holographic image of himself appearing to all vessels in the system with a grim message to [member="Lady Kay"].

This is Vice Admiral Koruuna of the Sith Empire. Whatever negotiations have been underway between our sovereign nations have been voided Queen Arenais. Having been fired upon after an order of cessation of hostilities and promptly assaulted, this has been considered an open declaration of war against the Sith Empire, and we shall respond in kind. You will be given a single chance to surrender Lady Kay and be taken to the Emperor aboard our vessel to make a plea as a courtesy to your title.

As the message ended his image would fade. The Vice Admiral would turn to the crew as he resumed his usual position and spoke out in a loud and clear voice, "Divert engine power to shields. Concentrate battery fire and focus targets. Neutralize their bombers and we'll pick off their fighters one by one. No doubt General Vexen will already be handling the boarding parties. Seal the bridge off nonetheless." The bridge crew would go back to their consoles as the vessels in the fleet that weren't being moved to engage a larger target began to have their laser and point defense cannons move to target the bombers while the swarm of fighters and bombers from their hangars began to all disembark and fly out to intercept the enemy and give the enemy a much more difficult time in making attack runs on the Baal.

As the battle in space raged on, Vexen's Legion would have already been hunkered down in the hangars, any attempts to land in them and deploy troops would be met with heavy resistance as hunter squads were deployed throughout the rest of the ship to locate and purge the enemy forces that had managed to get inside. Reports of enemies engaging the crewman and soldiers were already filling the comms as those with Vexen worked to isolate and pinpoint the enemy's movements and their likely path to take. Legions soldiers were tough, so they worked hard to slow the progress of the mixed Commenor and Galderran soldiers. Sure enough, it was simple enough to predict the path of troops that made it appear they were on their way to seize the bridge.

Vexen would grip his saber as he began to move towards the reported cluster of soldiers attempting to move towards the bridge, confident that only the elite that was attempting to take it would be led by the presence he felt on the ship, and with his crimson saber ablaze, began to mercilessly cut down any soldiers he came across in an unrivaled and terrifying slaughter. Reports of a Sith approaching from the rear of Bermann's team would soon arise, to let the man know of the impending doom coming his way.

One squad who suffered total eradication along the way would have one sole survivor, struggling to crawl away, only to feel an invisible grip drag him along the floor, past the bisected and smoking bodies of his comrades before raising him up off the ground and into the ironclad grip of Vexen's hand, held by his throat and raised off the ground. A vocoded growl seemed to echo from Vexen as two plates on the sides of his helmet slid away to reveal a pair of proboscis extend and begin to feed off the survivor, draining his mind of memories and feasting off his brain as Anzati usually did. It would only be a few seconds before Vexen had what information he needed and withdrew his proboscis from the twitching soldier. A simple squeeze would be enough to crush the man's throat as he tossed the body off to the side and muttered under his breath,

"I am coming for you...Anweald Bermann..."​

[member="Anweald Bermann"]​

Gehenna Fleet

Spoiler

Lead Ship |
The Baal - Ferrata Class Corps Assault Carrier

Composition |
[Star Destroyers]
The Gusion - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Agares - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Astaroth - Angral Class Star Destroyer

[Cruisers]
The Dantalion - Eradicator Class Heavy Cruiser

[Carriers]
The Barbatos - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Vual - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Crocell - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier

[Interdictors]
The Flauros - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser
The Vapula - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser

[Frigates]
The Shax - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Orias - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Kimaris - Velox Class Fast Frigate

Total Length | 12,337 meters (12.337 km)

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay clenched her jaw as the image of the Vice Admiral appeared. It was absurd for him to remark that she was the aggressor in this blockade. Completely absurd. Just how far do the Sith bend the truth in order to suit them? Would they do so in such a way to label her a war criminal? She hadn't commited any such crimes. And the last thing that she wanted to do is surrender to the Sith Emperor, [member="Darth Carnifex"] and be brought to kneel.

But how to respond to this? Talking a bunch was a good stalling tactic. It could give them all time. Kay wasn't sure how things were going out there, but she needed to get her people out of there.

"Open the transmission again." Once more she pressed the tip of the blaster at the pilot's neck. Once the channel was open, she began speaking. "Vice Admiral Koruuna, you are wrong. The hostilities began with this blockade days ago, with my ships being boarded and my ships having their goods and passengers stolen by the Sith Empire. Once again your fleets attempted to steal from me and I am just protecting what is rightfully mine. Now pull back and I will tell my people to do the same."

There was only so long that she could wait; only so long before she could be completely cut off from escape. But she had to come here. She had to see the blockade with her own eyes. And it was worse than she had imagined. Thank the Force she was already securing other routes.

[member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Anweald Bermann"] [member="Kor Vexen"]

The continued transmissions from the boarding shuttle were picked up by one of the Oppressor-15s. With the situation in the hangar mostly suppressed, it headed towards the ship, sensor array searching for any signs of hostiles. Passively it would detect the visible distortion of Kay's cloaking device, along with the thermal readings of her body. Saying nothing, the droid would raise its blaster cannon and open fire on the cloaked form of Kay from a good couple of meters away.

In the meantime, the Malgus and Glory had moved well within engagement range of the Neutralizer, opening fire on the vessel from close range while also partially blocking the stream of fire going towards the boarding vessels. The two Voracitos-class ships would continue their missile barrages for now as the smaller ships would continue to herd the other transports. For now the Chafe stayed back, its gravity well generators keeping the transports from jumping out.

Not knowing of what the Dark Trooper had done, the captain of the Chafe would transmit to the transports. "Commenori ships, this is the Imperial cruiser Chafe. You are ordered to power down and surrender. If you do not do so, we will be forced to destroy your vessels. I ask to the Queen of Commenor - are you willing to let these men and women die because of your own impetuous behavior?"

The wings of bombers would come in for another attack on the Neutralizer, attempting to strike it with their full complement of ion bombs. If they could disable the vessel, more reinforcements would be able to assist them in taking it.

Spoiler

Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems

Pursuit Line Omega
Massassi-class Corvette | Wesk 1 | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Massassi-class Corvette | Wesk 2 | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Massassi-class Corvette | Wesk 3 | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Xesh 1 | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Xesh 2 | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Tachys-class Pursuit Corvette | Xesh 3 | 150m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Regina | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Sodrab | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Kingdom | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)
Carrack II-class Frigate | Belle Rouge | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Herding transports and preventing escape)

Torpedo Line Alpha
Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Magnificence | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Bombarding Neutralizer)
Voracitos-class Bombardment Sphere | Alten's Nest | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Bombarding Neutralizer)

Attack Line Theta
Angral-class Star Destroyer | Malgus | 1975m | 87 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Engaging Neutralizer)
Eradicator-class Heavy Cruiser | Glory | 600m | 79 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Engaging Neutralizer)
Incapacitator-class Interdiction Cruiser | Chafe | 600m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100 (Gravity well generators engaged)

 

[Eddak Manod]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DAb0aAlHsyY[/youtube]​

The Baal's hangars were left alone, not a single shuttle attempted to enter. Their boarding instructions were clear; aggressive tactics on the hull and docking ports. Of course, this would be incredibly tougher, as they were exposed to enemy fire, but what this meant was anti-boarding tactics were less useful than typical. Crewmen and soldiers would be left confused and cut off, anti-boarding squads split from proper teams, with more enemies popping up all along the starboard side of the ship. This also meant the force Bermann said couldn't be a collective force, and had to have separate objectives as they were harshly spread out, themselves, making it easier to cut them down with fewer numbers.... until the full transports were able to dock. A couple dozen soldiers had caught up to Bermann, but by then it was too late. He wasn't going to receive anymore reinforcements, which he already knew. Bermann turned to look behind him, down the corridor, feeling.... something; a great evil. "Admiral," a soldier spoke up, taking cover against the wall, "we've got reports of a Sith coming up.... he's killing everyone between us and him." "I know," Bermann muttered, "I kn-" He was cut off, suddenly, as an enemy soldier shot his Harbinger out of his hand. His cybernetic hand was damaged, the left ring finger destroyed from the weapons fire. He cursed as he turned around, drawing his Victory sword and aiming it, firing at the soldier that shot his Harbinger rifle. The stopping power alone was enough to throw the soldier back, as Bermann jumped over to the other side of the wall. He looked down at the Harbinger on the ground; it wasn't going to be useful in this fight anymore. He aimed down with the Victory and took another shot before looking over to the soldier, "I know they won't be coming anymore. Take the men we have, and create a perimeter, right here in the corridor. Hold this position.... make sure no one gets passed you. I'll deal with him." He nodded, and the soldier nodded back, "good luck, soldier." Although, the soldier could tell Bermann wasn't happy about this, the undertone in his voice signalled.... more, to his words, "Yes, my King." Bermann took one more shot, as the soldier also started firing again, before he turned around and walked to their rear. He stayed close to the wall until he rounded a corner.

He could feel it....

He could almost see it...

"You..." he shouted down the corridor at [member="Kor Vexen"], "you will not have the Queen. Even if it is the last thing that I do."

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Fellar heard the communications transmissions between all of the ships, it seemed no one cared about encrypting against a soon-to-be-dead enemy. Still, he couldn't stay distracted from the mission at hand. The Neutralizer was being pelted by the fleets from [member="Vanessa Vantai"], and its shields were starting to overload. Fellar knew... Fellar knew everything about the Neutralizer. As Bermanns first officer... the FIrst Officer to the current highest ranking Admiral in the Commenor Systems Alliance, a personal soldier of the Queen.... he was informed of the ships capabilities, taught about it, its strengths, and its downfalls. This was already a suicide mission to begin with. Bermann was not authorized to call forth any CSA ships, and he only had authorization for wars and major defenses. But the Neutralizer... it didn't even have a full crew. Shutting down the shields would mean they could cool down faster, but the spray of enemy fire would ultimately cripple the ship before they could reinitialize them. There were already fluctuations in the power, so Fellar had to act fast. "Put the Molecular shielding on a repeat shutdown; soft shutdowns. Let it blink. THey'll hit our primary shields, but it'll give the Molecular shielding some extra time before they overload. Shut down all secondary systems, and transfer them to engines. As they say; full steam ahead. I want to ram those transports. Clip the ones circling." The Tactical Officer spoke up, "First Officer Fellar, we would be going into their circle of fire and coming into range of the rest of their fleet! You can;'t possibly ask the entire cr-" "....the entire crew to what? To risk their lives for the Queen? You swore an oath to Queen Arenais! You have been listening to the comms just as I have! She is here! This retaliation was justified, and now the Sith are proclaiming her a criminal," Fellar yelled. "Lieutenant, full power to engines, push through the ships preventing us from firing on the transports. Tactical Officer, change target to the defending ships between us and the transports. Soften them up before they get a grinding! And.... call an evacuation. Non-essential crew to escape pods." Fellar wasn't happy to do this, but there was nothing more he could do. The Sith fleet was too strong, he was only thankful Admiral Bermann was distracting the other fleet, otherwise by now, the Neutralizer would have already been disabled. But it wasn't over yet, his safe thoughts just couldn't reach him. "Open a channel in response to that last message... the nerve," Fellar walked over to the comms station. "This is First Officer Fellar, how dare you speak to Queen Arenais that way!? Implications, lies, slander, it was your own infatuation of the Sith Empire and your arrogance that lead you to this illegal blockade! This retaliation was your fault! What did you think would happen, when you corner a dog? It bites back. The men and women of Commenor and Galderra will fight to save their Queen, no matter the odds, no matter the sacrifice! Because she has given us what you can't; freedom!" Fellar nodded, "close the channel, attempt to jam that specific ships communications." Dreadnought-classed jamming systems would attempt to cancel out the Chafes comms, only, and if successful, prevent them from communicating with all forms of communication, except lights and flags.

The enemy ships, however, could tell the molecular shielding was starting to fail, different places along the Neutralizer were starting to pop and spark. Some damage getting through and breeching the hull, but otherwise keeping its systems online. Even if the engines were to fail, or be disabled or destroyed, the moment of the massive dreadnought would carry it into a hard and fast collision course with Vanessa's ships and transports. Escape pods began to launch, but some crewmen started to be blasted out of hull breeches, and weapons were going offline either due to damage sustained, or loss of power.

Unfortunately for the Baal, the Steadfast still was able to get a shot off. But it wasn't like it could cause catastrophic damage. A full salvo of Intruder missiles flew through the lines of fighting bombers and fighters, colliding with the Baal, a few hitting near the bridge. Intruder missiles did very little kinetic damage, and they more or less rocked the Baal, throwing everyone around as if everyone were a bunch of bees stuck inside a box and being thrown down a mountain, until Inertial Dampeners were able to compensate. Sadly, it would probably be the last salvo, as the Fast Frigates caught up to it, and opened fire. The Steadfast did all it could, but it just didn't have the anti-ship weaponry to fight them off, the best it could do was.... disable their shields. Soon enough, the Steadfasts own shields would go down, and it would start taking damage. The Captain didn't know what to expect; boarding parties, or absolute destruction.

Spoiler: Fleet

Neutralizer - Firing on Vanessa Vantai's defending ships, engines to full power and heading for a collision course for defending ships and transports. Shields and weapons failing, hull breeches, multiple casualties.
22x Maia-class Interceptors - Protecting bombers and boarding transports
13x TIE HUNTERS - Bombing runs on the Baal and protecting bombers
29x TIE BOMBERS - Bombing runs on the Baal and boarding it
2.5x Munto-class Transports - Boarding the Baal
6x Delta-class Shuttles - Boarding the Baal

Steadfast - Defending itself from Fast Frigates, critical systems failing.
2x Catcher Interceptors - Protecting bombers and boarding transports
2x Pitcher Bombers - Bombing runs on the Baal

Spoiler: Boarding Army

56x Galderran Soldiers
49x Commenor Soldiers
9x Commenor Guards
2x Bomber Pilots

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: COMMENOR SPACE, ABOARD THE GALAVANT
EQUIPMENT: IN BIO
ENEMIES: SITH FORCES, Thynehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17647-thyne/http://starwarsrp.net/user/17647-thyne/
CURRENT MOOD: TENSE

Ghorua and Nibal Han continued forward, threatening a smaller portion of the blockade. Ghorua nodded to the Gungan in his charge with a sure nod. "Go ahead and gun it. Let's give the Sith something to chase."

Nibal Han pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever, gaining momentum in the bulky carrier. The Shark grinned, and left the cockpit, headed for the docking area. Nibal Han would be at the controls, ready to enact their great escape, and keep the ship from running into any capital ships.

The docking area was a long hallway, leading to a heavy door, headed to the cold expanse of space. That would be where they would board, if any boarded at all. Around the enterance, Ghorua placed four primed ion grenades around the circular orifice, and inspected his work. It was crude, sure, but they were difficult to detect, and would do their job against a sith trooper's helmet systems, or a lightsaber.

Ghorua walked to the other end of the hallway, and waited. Enemies would come. He was sure of it.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: At the scene of battle, boarding Starfighters
Allies: The TSE, [member=Vili Ozouf]
Enemies: The CSA, [member=Keira Verd] (soon™)

Atlas' mind had shut out the metallic clang of boots hitting the floors. Externally he appeared as he always did, fully hidden behind robes, armour, and mask, yet inside his mind emotions cycled endlessly, fueling the Dark Side coursing through every fibre of his being. It was a Sith equivalent of the meditation technique used by the Jedi. It brought the most potent emotions of its user out and channelled them into the Force, creating a baleful flow of energy that permeated the body and deepened one's connection to the Force. The sensation he'd felt after using it had been surprisingly similar to what he experienced during his times practising Jedi meditation. A proximity to the Force that made its immaterial presence almost palpable, yet lacking the inner peace he'd experienced during those early years. Instead, there was an intense conflict of emotion, a hunger for stillness that was never sated. An uncomfortable sensation, yet he theorised the frustration only further fed his power. Frustration was anger's gentler cousin after all.

"Even a peaceful Bantha will throw itself at an assailant without regard for safety should it find itself cornered. No doubt Commenor will be in a similar position should negotiations fail." His voice sounded somewhat distant as he replied to the taller Sith walking beside him. "It's our task to ensure the fleet is ready should they finally realise their predicament." The younger Sith radiated a restlessness; a desire for war. It was subtle, but Atlas picked up on it once his attention had fully shifted to the present in preparation for their mission. Little was secret within the Force unless someone wanted it to remain so.

When the door to the bridge parted before them his attention shifted towards the viewport, then the captain. "Any word from the blockade?"

"Yes, actually, they appear to have just stopped a number of transport vessels attempting to break through the blockade." The captain replied as she pulled up a holographic display of the situation, bridge lights dimming. "As you can see our ships have begun boarding the vessels here and here, while one of our response fleets is engaging their combat vessels." She pointed towards the individual areas on the display as she spoke.

"I assume our new orders are to engage the enemy as well."

"Correct. Your personal ships are already being prepared. I will signal you when we have reached an optimal engagement distance."

Atlas nodded in response, departing towards the docking tubes without another word to the captain. Instead, he turned to the Sith as they walked. "Your hunger for conflict will be sated after all." His words were emotionless, as always. The desire within him did not match that of his colleague. Yet the true intent of his seemingly innocent comment was a subtle critique. A Sith's well-being was better served by disguised intent and shrouds of misdirection than a skillfully wielded lightsabre.

 

[Tin'tinag]

Tin gave the Sith woman a small shurg, "eh to an extent in the end it was your empire coming in with massive warships and bombarding the planet that won the day, but I honestly don't really know much about the whole fight". Having spent a lot of time on a traveling training trip around the galaxy to progress her force powers. "Though I would be lying if I said I never used such tactics in the past, in the right circumstance stance and setting they are very useful", she replied to the Sith in a more casual tone of voice.

Though such was enough chit chat for now, Tin entering a defensive like stance as [member="The Amalgam"], though in way that seemed lax her body not really looking to be in a position to parry and on coming attacks. As the woman fetid away from Jade she put her fighting style into work, her boy remaining still as her saber spun around, hitting against Amalgam's as it tried to strike at her feet, almost if someone else was holding the blade in Tins place. It was one of the styles of sword fighting she employed, using telekinesis to wield the blade and keep herself away from the opponent in question herself gauging the Sith just as much as she was gauging the Jedi.

"You are quite the skilled fighter I must say, such will be an interesting fight, there are a few moves I have not had a chance to try out on someone" she replied, binging the saber staff back to her hand as the Sith finished up her run of attacks on her. In that moment Tin springing forwards, attacking [member="The Amalgam"] in a slicing and thrusting like series of attacks, once again putting to use her other style of combat that focused on juts making fine cuts and slices to a person limbs, no out right trying to damage but just cause pain and weaken them over time. With each slash or stab she would try to gauge if it would land, if no her saber would not follow through, reeling back for another attack, and starting against, a sort of short aggressive style but held decent defense if needed.

 

[Darth Bellum]

Kor Vexen

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Aboard The Baal , Gehenna Fleet
Engage Anweald Berman and boarding parties

Vice Admiral Jaisal Koruuna stood eyeing the ships off in the distant space as half of his fleet was occupied with dealing with the troublesome fighters and bombers assaulting The Baal. Unlike Vexen, he cared little for political repercussions especially when an offensive attack was made against him in a preemptive attempt to try and remove them from the picture without any warning. It was war now, they had little need for negotiations at this point with the Queen's failure to stand down and surrender. The comm officer would perk up as they looked up from their station and called out once more, "Sir, they are attempting to send transmissions back at us." The Vice Admiral would raise a hand and dismissively wave, not taking the transmissions as he instead ordered the Gusion, Agares, and Astaroth to instead continue towards the Queen's vessel with weapons at the ready once they came in range. The negotiations had failed, and war was upon the Commenor Systems Alliance and the Sith Empire, and war was no place for nobility to stand. A gun treated a commoner, soldier, and royal blood all the same.

Turrets swiveled as they turned to fill the infinite void of space with laser fire, bright streaks of light piercing the darkness and taking shots at bombers as was ordered by the Vice Admiral, culling the squadrons capable of inflicting significant damage upon the Baal whilst fighters and interceptors chased after the enemy ships to keep them distracted from attacking the capital ship.

Meanwhile, as dogfights happened in space, skirmishes broke out all across the ship with Legion soldiers clashing with the enemy, holding down corridors and sealing off others to contain the enemy and herd them off to other sections of the ship where squads lay in wait to ambush the enemy. Of course due to the erratic nature of the attack, it left many confused, but the overwhelming number of Legion soldiers that were aboard the Ferrata class ship was more than enough to keep an enemy that was spread thinly across the ship at bay. All the key systems of the ship had been locked down and secured to prevent sabotage to critical systems that would give the enemy an edge as soon as it was announced that the ship was under attack.

Amidst the smoldering bodies that now littered the corridors of the ship stood Vexen, clutching an enemy soldier by the throat, holding him clear off the ground as they struggled against his iron grip and kicked at nothing, choking as eyes bulged in agony from being suffocated. Vexen's grip seemed to ease up as his focus shifted away from the soldier, looking down the corridor to spot a man who shouted at him. For a brief moment as their gaze's locked onto one another, it seemed that Vexen would lose interest in the soldier he held in his hand and might possibly spare the man for the sake of going after his preferred prey. But alas, that was not the case as instead Vexen squeezed hard and felt the crunch of bone as the man's neck was snapped, his throat crushed and eyes now lifeless with a look of terror permanently scrawled onto the soldier's face before he was unceremoniously tossed off to the side like a ragdoll. Vexen would turn to face Anweald fully, his ignited crimson saber at his left.

From behind Vexen, a full squad of Legion troopers came marching up, taking up positions on either side of the General and raising their weapons to lock on to Anweald, only to be stopped by Vexen who let out a vocoded growl, "This one is mine. You will only get in the way... Circle around and get to the bridge and reinforce the position. " The soldiers would look at one another before raising their rifles and pulling back to get out of the General's way, marching off to reinforce other positions. Vexen would stand at the end of the corridor as he began to slowly advance forward, saber being held in one hand as the armored Sith General.

The Shax, Kimaris, and Orias continued to move around on the Steadfast, firing at the ship as they came into range though not in time to stop it from firing. A cluster of missiles spiraled through the sky and struck along the hull of the Baal, causing the ship to rock from the impact as everyone aboard was jostled around inside depending on their proximity to the blast. Everyone in the bridge was thrown about roughly from the blast as they scrambled to get back to position. Legion soldiers were outfitted with magboots so they began to stabilize themselves after the blast. Vexen had the mind to activate his own as he was soon upon Anweald, lifting his saber up from his side in a diagonal slash upwards from the left.

[member="Anweald Bermann"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

Gehenna Fleet

Spoiler

Lead Ship |
The Baal - Ferrata Class Corps Assault Carrier

Composition |
[Star Destroyers]
The Gusion - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Agares - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Astaroth - Angral Class Star Destroyer

[Cruisers]
The Dantalion - Eradicator Class Heavy Cruiser

[Carriers]
The Barbatos - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Vual - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Crocell - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier

[Interdictors]
The Flauros - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser
The Vapula - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser

[Frigates]
The Shax - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Orias - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Kimaris - Velox Class Fast Frigate

Total Length | 12,337 meters (12.337 km)

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Aboard a decoy vessel
Allies: [member="Nicair Claden"] (technically indirectly, somewhat)
Enemies: [member="Atlas Kane"] (even more soon)

When the call came through on her in-helmet comms, a shift of her eyes connected them. "You've got my go-ahead. Just watch your six, these are dar'jetii we're dealing with." The two were coordinating as per his request, something along the lines of springing a trap and catching the Sith unawares. Regardless of the specifics, she was happy to help so long as it meant fewer of their kind roaming the galaxy. There were certain things she would always be more than amicable to, and this was one of them.

A warning sounded throughout the ship that the enemy was approaching, those around her becoming more agitated, more than a few rising from their seats and shouldering various weapons for the fight ahead. Rolling her shoulders, Keira stood, taking her rifle in hand and double-checking the power pack, the weapon linking automatically with the assisted targeting in her HUD. They would be boarded sooner than later, and she was ready. Nothing like killing Sith to ease the tension

 

[Nicair Claden]

Allies: [member="Keira Verd"]

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Part of him respected the Sith, the Sociph in him admired their relentless pursuit of power and improvement through any means necessary. The Mandalorian in him didn't much appreciate that. Killing people that didn't deserve it was something he held onto to keep the Sociph at bay, to keep him relatively human. Coming from Antisoch had its benefits, but he would claw his way out of every hell and hold onto his iron heart if it meant he'd never be his brother.

The first ship he had picked was being swarmed by boarders, there was just enough space for him to squeeze through. His ship was originally made in the wider galaxy but had been heavily modified by the Sociph for boarding action. Large explosions were pretty to watch and everything, but sound doesn't travel in space. It takes away from the rush of blowing something up when you can only see it. Boarding on the other hand was hectic, chaotic, and bloody. Everything the Sociph enjoy. He was into the decoy ship in a matter of moments.

He had made explicitly sure to explain to the decoy vessels how to identify him when they were being boarded so they didn't shoot to kill him, not that his armor would have been penetrated by their shots. They would simply have to shoot him on the plates if they could to make it look real. On his chest he had painted a symbol from Antisoch that the Sociph used in a past war. It doesn't mean friend as there isn't a word for such a thing, it's more closely related to ally but yet it isn't exact. A rough description of the symbol is "someone who kills with you." Once they saw the marking they would know not to try to kill him.. as much.

He was lucky once his boots hit the floor of the ship, he was surrounded by pirates who all thought he was one of their own. They weren't well equipped by any means, he got the feeling the dar'jetii had sent out the all-hands-on-deck to anyone that fancied themselves a pirate or scoundrel to join the blockade. He relished the idea of the slaughter to come.

Falling to the rear of the pack he withdrew his hand cannon and his tomahawk. The first two kills he was able to get with his side arm before they had time to realize what was happening. He knew he had to act fast before they had time to retaliate and turn around. It wasn't worry that they would be able to stop him, it was a desire to clear out the bottom of the barrel so he could move on to tougher prey.

The first to look at him was the first to fall, the blow from the tomahawk cracking his skull. He had used a few blacksmithing tricks to adjust the weapon so it was easier to unlodge from bodies, it had slowed him down before. The pirate on his right side took a shot from "Hullcracker" to his abdomen, that itself would have been enough to incapacitate him but Nicair hadn't been as active as usual. He'd grown bored, the blow to the back of the head of the hunched over man was the final touch. A side swipe across the throat of the nearest adversary dropped another. A flick of the wrist and a pull of the trigger ended the life of the last member. He took a deep breath to settle himself back down. Gods above he had missed this.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay clenched her jaw as she was getting no reply from the Sith forces. Figures.

The sound of the footsteps by the Dark Trooper on the durasteel floor caught her attention. She turned around in time to see him lift his weapon. Could he see her?? Surely he wasn't going to shoot the pilot?! Those questions ran through her mind in a split second as she released her hold on the Force, letting it once again connect with her and brought up a Force Shield to protect herself from the short range blaster fire.

This was quite the distraction from her plan. Kay slammed the Trooper hard with a Force Push, sending him flying backwards through the corridor. The thermal detonators were still tucked under her arm. She didn't want to use them yet. "Pilot...set a course for the ship that you came from! You're going back home!" Back to the Sith with a couple of ticking time bombs on board, if she was able to execute that correctly.

[member="Vanessa Vantai"] [member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lady Kay"]

The Dark Trooper was flung against the rear of the shuttle with a loud clang. It stopped for a moment, then got to its knees and leveled its blaster cannon once more at Kay, opening fire on her. The pilot looked at the thermal detonators for a moment. "You're going to kill me with those thermal detonators anyways. I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to allow more of my brothers in arms to die just because I want to live. Go on. Kill us all." He moved to try and grab Kay while the Dark Trooper was firing at her.

Now it was a matter as to how she would get out of such a tenuous situation, particularly given her being nearly boxed in.

 

[Eddak Manod]

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Anweald Bermann

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Bermann, very slowly, strode forward. His body almost at an angle, he took each step slowly. He approached Kor until he was just a little over six meters. He would have given them more distance, but spaceship corridors were not battlefields. His eyes began to glow as his free hand reached for his other sword, very slowly. He drew it, shaking Victory so its sheathe came off and made the blades of both sword touch. Decimation and Victory would be slid against each other as he pushed his hands to part, as if making a sharpening technique. They began to glow, like a blue fire engulfed them. He stared at the armored man in front of him, thinking for a moment as there was silence. He gritted his teeth, unhappy with the situation. He was hot and sweaty, his adrenaline was pumping hard. His old age was getting to him. His arms slowly went to his sides, but up enough to keep them in a ready position. "I am King Eddak Manod, King of Castle Galderra, Sworn Protector to Queen Arenais and Admiral of the Commenor Systems Alliance Navy," he took a breath. He seemed like he had just been through a jog, but he was still up and alert, "state your name."



Kor Vexen

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Vexen kept his crimson blade in front of him, the end pointed at the man stood before him as he stepped forward, silent as his saber hummed, illuminating his end of the corridor in an ominous blood red glow. He gave brief pause as Bermann formally introduced himself, though Vexen cared little for his name, rank, or reason for doing what he did; at the end of the day this was going to be a battle to the death, where nothing mattered except fighting for one’s own life. Many have tried to best the Sith General in the past, though they all shared the same fight, each battle only continued to make Vexen stronger and more dangerous with each individual he consumed. All that Vexen saw before him was a man that was willing to die for the ‘selfless’ cause of protecting another. What nonsense. Vexen would speak up in his cold vocoded voice as he marched forward to close the gap as he swung at Bermann to lock blades and gauge the aging man’s strength, ready to use his right arm as a pseudo shield, “ Paltry words and titles mean nothing between warriors. Rid yourself of such nonsense and face me with everything you have so I can see if you are worth the effort of consuming. “



Anweald Bermann

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"Tch," Bermann gritted as the enemy stepped forward, saying nothing but mocking words, after swinging at him. Bermann saw the swing, and caught the saber with his enchanted sword, Victory. "Wasted breath on the likes of you," he continued, swinging back at him with his sword, Decimation, aiming for his shoulder, but wholeheartedly expecting him to block, or his armor to catch it. But if Kor let him hit, he would see his weapons were not like normal weapons or lightsabers, but he was literally wielding the Force. "I don't mean, speaking to you. But the galaxy wasted a good life to give you breath," Bermann stepped back, no matter if Kor blocked or let it him hit. He raised his blades in a proper manner. "No matter what happens today, you will remember me. You will have second thoughts about attacking Commenor," and with that, Bermann stopped talking. He used a burst of Force Speed to rush at Kor, but not directly at him. He moved to his right side, swinging Victory, and then swinging Decimation, forcing Kor to defend against two separate attacks each time Bermann would swing.



Kor Vexen

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The armored Sith watched as his blade clashed against Bermann’s not surprised that it was either enchanted or made out of a resistant metal. Vexen’s eyes watched as Bermann swung with his secondary weapon, raising up his right arm to shield himself from the blow, having his arm angled to let the blade glance off and redirect the kinetic force, causing sparks to fly as the weapon collided with his armor. To Vexen’s surprise though was the amount of energy behind it despite his attempt to redirect it, causing him to grunt as the weapon slid off his arm at a diagonal angle upward. Kor would turn his body, presenting his right shoulder to Bermann before attempting to shove him backwards with his own momentum in an attempt to try and knock him off balance. This attempt was thwarted as the man had already responded by making distance between the two. Vexen would look up as Bermann came at him with surprising speed. The Sith General would watch as Bermann came at him, regaining his stance as he raised his saber up in defense, cocking his right arm back as his saber hand was lifted, concentrating the Force into a single point before throwing it out to send an invisible wave out in an attempt to turn the situation for where he would be able to go out on the offensive rather than defense.



Anweald Bermann

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Bermann immediately realized what Kor was doing, but his reaction time was slow, whether it was from old age or the fact he hadn't had a real fight in a long time. In a panic, he raised his swords and crossed them in an 'X' formation, activating is War Shield; a semi-transparent wall of aqua marine fog wisped about as it defended against the attack. He was able to defend against it, but because his timing was off, it pushed his footing, and he had to focus on standing upright instead, leaving him open to an attack. As soon as he got his feet position right, he would try to kick off his right foot and push forward to close the gap with Kor, both swords striking at the same time, unless Kor had other plans. But another Force-based attack would yield Bermann reacting with another War Shield. This time, defending against it completely, since he was already in the position. "If you're supposed to be my demise, you'll have to do better than that," Bermann yelled, "come on, fight me!"

Collaberation between myself and [member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[The Amalgam]

The others seemed to be staying out of her fight with [member="Tin'tinag"] at the moment, but that was fortunate for The Amalgam. The golden skinned Twi'lek seemed adept at Telekinetic Saber Combat, incidentally one of the Amalgam's main weaknesses. She could do a push or lift her lightsaber, but anything more spectacular, and it would have been pushing it (Pun intended.)

It was a pity, The Amalgam thought, as Tin'tinag's blade danced against hers, swatting glowing, purple rods of death from her skin.

Such skill...and she wastes it on fools... The Amalgam thought in disgust before the golden woman suddenly went on offense, and The Amalgam was forced into full retreat, defending and parrying against ghostly-quick blows from The Twi'leks weapon that rapidly moved everywhere there was a possible opening, and which the Amalgam only barely managed to defend against herself, even with her own considerable speed. Telekinetic combatants, she had found, were frightfully dangerous the longer combat went on...you had to put 'em down quick. But doing it could be tricky.

It always amazed her how someone could choose a life of servitude when they realized they could lift things with their mind alone. The Amalgam, upon learning a long time ago, in a system far, far away, that she could use it, had not hesitated to use it for selfish ends. She'd been through too much, had suffered too much to ever consider using it to help ultimately ungrateful strangers. What did people like The Twi'lek get out of it? A momentary bout of smug self-satisfaction? 'Balancing' the Force? She was not the best alchemist--middle management tier, at best--but she felt she understood enough about the Force to know it wasn't some pernicious, arbitrary scale you could simply put weight on to put in your favor. It required more subtle action to twist a situation to one's liking.

The weapon of Tin'tinag made quick rapid slices to her limbs and the Shi'ido was having to push her defense to its limit. Her Niman barrowed heavily from Soresu, in that regard, but was not as tight or as focused. More a "broad strokes" interpretation than anything else, and thus not as good as true Soresu, forcing the Shapeshifter to move more and react quicker to compensate, a process that was tiresome.

One of the ghostly-quick woman's blows got through, and The Amalgam snarled as a light nick from the Woman's blade glanced her side. The only reason it was not more severe was that she had shifted just enough when the blade made contact that only the bare tip had hit her, leaving a thin but very long and black scorch mark on the side of her rib cage. The pain would still have incapacitated an ordinary person, but The Amalgam was not ordinary. She'd been electrocuted by her Master's Force Lightning once. That was true agony. This? Slow weekend. And blade combat was not her true specialty.

The Amalgam jumped back, snorting through the pain, and her right hand snapped back out as she did so, and an extremely focused stream of purple lightning, hissing and powerful, shot out towards the Twi'lek. She might be able to block it but the Amalgam had seen her lightning short out lightsabers before. It happened very rarely, about the same level of rarity as a synth blade shorting out a lightsaber with natural crystals, and there was no guarantee it would happen here, but The Shi'ido poured her hatred into the blast of lightning, hoping it would.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Kay used the Force again to push the Dark Trooper as he readied to fire, this time throwing him up hard to the ceiling of the shuttle. She kept her eye on him while she heard the pilot and frowned. Not so much at his loyalty to those he worked for. That in itself was something that she respected. But moreso it was in what he said. This little ambush to deny the Sith from stealing from her was quickly escalating to the start of a war.

And there was no going back now.

As the pilot tried to grab her, she Force pushed him back against the controls, while she in turn made a break for it, making sure that her cloaking device was fully activated while she ran out of the shuttle and into the hanger.

[member="The Amalgam"] and [member="Tin'tinag"] were fully engaged in combat by now, but Kay wasn't close enough to help. And she still had Dark Troopers to get away from. Quickly she moved through the hanger to the same hatch she used earlier. Her plan was simple. Get back to the bridge.

[member="Vanessa Vantai"]