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Qaela was almost saddened to see the enemy fleet already retreating. She had hoped to be able to destroy some of the enemy in their first confrontation, but seeing one of their cruisers take heavy damage as it limped away was at least somewhat enjoyable. Even though she wasn't able to destroy anything, she had ultimately achieved her objective of securing the space around Centerpoint opening it up to the boarding force. The Sith would have their beachhead and would be able to expand their influence in this system until it was entirely under the rule of the Dark Lord.

 

She ordered repairs to begin on the damage her ship had suffered while making sure the mighty Star Destroyer's guns were able to cover the assault craft as they landed and began securing Hollowtown and the station itself. They anticipated enemy saboteurs so a large number of small hovering drones were dispersed throughout the titanic station to track heat, movement, and sound and relay the information to strike forces that could neutralize the intruders. It would take some time, but soon, there would be nowhere for the enemy to hide.

 

The number of cargo ships landed on the surface of Centerpoint and began opening up to reveal their contents. Each one had a twin heavy turbolaser cannon that would serve as a sort of "planetary" defense network thus turning the previously unarmed Centerpoint into a weapon platform capable of assisting the Sith should the Rebels attempt to retake the station. Sith Troopers secured the hull around these ships to prevent sabotage from within.

 

Reinforcements began flowing into the system, too, joining the small Sith initial fleet in preparation for striking against the nearby Twin Worlds.


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The handshake was brief with Duke-Captain d'Astarac but the heartfelt gratitude that Godfrey felt was pressed through their gloves. A salute followed it, with all the grace of the Taipani sector could have mustered. Their light blue uniforms, crisp, starched and pressed, stood out against the neutral coloured uniforms of the other commanders. But they carried their pride in their uniforms, and the rows of useless coloured ribbons that stretched across the breast. Godfrey doubted that any had seen any action beyond the border conflicts so common in the Rou-Tapani frontiers. But still here they were, better than most of the old Galactic Alliance worlds. They had brought squadrons of small corvettes, a cruiser and two frigates, all painted in the dark and blue of the Tapani Kingdom. And in that, Godfrey could not have been more proud. 

 

“A pleasure ser.” whispered the large mustachioed duke in his Tapani accent. 

 

And beside him there was also a grizzled veteran of Raven’s Imperial Remnant, with his stealth cruiser and beside him also were two captains of the Cruisers Mandate and Justice both with their wrinkled uniforms of the Rebel Alliance. But as a group they were all tired from a long hyperspace journey. 

 

“Once more into the breach my friends.” He looked at the Imperial Knight and beckoned him to the holotable. “They are strengthening their position at Centrepoint, we must move fast.” He looked at each of them in turn. “Prepare for engagement.”

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Rebel Fleet Force One under the Command of Lord Godfrey d'Outremer @Godfrey d'Outremer

 

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Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Hammer

LC-Belarus Medium Cruiser  Novarch Ackbar |9/9|

LC-Belarus Medium Cruiser Novarch Sikaot |9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Sigma

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Eleanor|3/3|

TSC-Tapani Class Frigate Jeanette |3/3|

Omnicron

DP20 Corvette Nantes |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Rennes|2/1|

DP20 Corvette Saint-Anslem |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Saint-Mari |2/1|

Tau

TSC-Tapani-class cruiser-carrier Vexille|9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Covert Strike Force

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Stille

Strike-class Medium Cruiser Obrai-Skai |9/9|

 

 

 

Rebel Fleet Force two under the Command of Imperial Knight Lok Skyshatter

 

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Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Sentinel 

CR-90 Corvette Maelstrom |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Languedoc |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Vivarais |2/1|

Menace 

DP20 Corvette Coeur d’Lion|2/1|

DP20 Corvette Augustus|2/1|

DP20 Corvette Hussar |2/1|

Ghost 

Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier Azincourt|9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Rail Guns]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Lion

Republic-Class Cruiser Justice |9/9|

Republic-Class Cruiser Mandate|9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Hellriders

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign - 

Bourgogne

DP20 Corvette Macon |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Montresser |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Nevers |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Sens |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Creusot |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Auxerre |2/1|

 

Aquitaine

Sphyrna Corvette Pesac |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Talence|2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Angleti |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Holocene |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Bordeux |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Limousin|2/1|


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Rebel Alliance Fleet Command - Godfrey d'Outremer

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Even as Sith forces marched down the main streets of Hollowtown and took control of the mayor's office and the control centers, ships began flowing into the newly formed Sith beachhead. The Imperial II Star Destroyer Lightsbane was first to arrive, adding its own firepower to that of the Herløv. That ship was soon joined by two more smaller but still impressive warships, the Neutron Star-Class Bulk Cruiser Shadow's Sleight and the Gladiator II Star Destroyer Gleeful Glutton bringing the armada under Qaela to four. Though she lacked smaller escorting ships, she preferred the sheer strength of the heavy destroyers while her smaller two cruisers would be there to help mitigate and divert any incoming enemy fire.

 

While the Herløv underwent quick repairs for the moderate damage done to her hull in their previous engagement, Qaela turned her attention elsewhere. For now, while she waited for further Sith reinforcements, she was content to sit back and watch as the Rebel forces arrayed against her grew. This pleased her because it meant that her plan for drawing in enemy ships to be destroyed was working. Plus, the greater the numbers against her, the more glory would be found within the victory. As long as the Rebels hesitated to attack, she was content to wait until the right time presented itself.

 

For now, she contented her officers and warriors by further securing Centerpoint Station and sending out probes and scouts to investigate the Corellian System. The system had long been a center of trade and manufacturing, so there was plenty of activity even in the war torn Core. Though the Sith held many of Corellia's neighbors there was still plenty of trade to be had. One of the early thoughts she had possessed was to blockade the trade routes with mines and interdictors. She elected against it for psychological reasons: she didn't want to come upon the system too harshly and fan the flames of resistance against the Sith Empire even greater than they might otherwise be. Crushing the trade routes were an option, but one she would use only if other avenues failed. Until then, she would watch, wait, and gain as much information about the system as possible before moving against the planets.

 

While she was waiting, she kept pushing herself to higher and higher levels. She constantly trained in personal combat, especially with a lightsaber, against the Sith allies she had summoned from Korriban's Academy. Even more so, she delved into some of her own Nightsister teachings and worked on new ways to marry them to Sith practices and usage. It was that latter part that occupied her attention now.

 

Swathed in her favored black Krath leathers, she entered a moderately sized room that was once an officer's mess that she had taken over and converted to her own needs. There were four figures within the room lit by self contained torches emitting raw firelight. Two wore the black robes and lightsabers showing themselves to be Sith Lords, but their role here was to simply observe and constrain should it be needed. Right now, Qaela's needs and attention were centered on the two individuals sitting in the middle about three meters apart. Both were quite different in almost every way and the duality struck her own personal fancy giving her a small amount of pleasure.

 

The first individual was a young woman, perhaps barely even two standard decades old. She sat quietly in her chair, looking by all appearances to be slightly nervous as though before a job interview or first date. She fidgeted a little and her head darted from side to side at various minor noises, but she remained in her chair without any further prompting. However, to Qaela's Force enhanced senses, she radiated anxiety and nervousness like a trapped animal readying itself for flight.

 

The other was an middle aged man, human or near human. Unlike the woman, he was calm and controlled, staring forward at the blank wall across from him, but not in the manner of one in a drug induced haze, but rather of deep contemplation. Also contrasting from the woman was how he appeared through the Force: his outward appearance was bolstered by an internal resolve and determination his companion purely lacked. A casual observer would pick the woman to be the one most likely to bolt from their chair, at least, until they saw the short chains and shackles constraining the man.

 

With a predatory smile, Qaela evaluated both individuals before setting to work. The woman, though frightened, was here by her own choice, though Qaela would be honest in saying the poor woman's choices were not very desirable from the start. She was from Onderon, one of the most poor and helpless of the Empire. Through a most unfortunate series of events, her parents had been killed leaving her and her four younger siblings with little to support themselves with. Some within the Sith Empire enjoyed preying upon these desperate people because they were willing to do extreme things to survive. For this one, Qaela's aides had picked her from a long list of "applicants" and offered her a choice: give herself and her soul over to the Sith Empire and her siblings would be provided for. The woman wasn't ignorant, she knew what that likely entailed, but she loved her family and with the choice of sacrificing herself or watching the young ones starve to death or slave away in dangerous menial labor was not really a choice.

 

The man, on the other hand, was a Rebel prisoner, an officer of middling rank who knew what was likely to happen to him, but believed himself able to resist. He had been kept alive for a purpose similar to this as the Sith had a constant need for live victims of various dark and sometimes profane rituals. His own stoicism did him credit, but would not spare him for what was about to come. He had served the Rebel Alliance, then the Galactic Alliance, and now the Rebels once more and had no regrets for his service. He believed that he did what was right and knew that his life would be sacrificed as soon as he was captured.

 

Obviously, the Rebel officer was not here of his own free will, but that was what was needed for this experiment: Qaela needed a volunteer who had regrets over their life situation, and a prisoner who had no regrets yet was not here of their own accord. Both spirits were different, both were key for her next test. The strength of a spirit was affected by many things ranging from deeply held convictions to even the concept of a free will choice, no matter how reluctant. She wanted to test her new method on a weak volunteer as well as a resolute enemy.

 

What needed to be done had to be accomplished quickly to be of practical use. Qaela could rive their spirits quite easily, but the key for now was to be able to do it quickly rather than needing the long, drawn out rituals she normally practiced. For months, bit by bit, Qaela and five of her most trusted aides whom she had exclusively cross trained in the Nightsister arts had been working and practicing on taking that Nightsister template and shortening it using Sith methods. It wasn't an easy task and many hapless spirits had been needed before they had come to this point where a practical demonstration was possible.

 

With a nod to herself, Qaela began. Delving quickly into the old Nightsister spells she learned as a child and perfected as an adult, Qaela began by opening a small tear into the spirit world. She tempered the rough, almost primal primitive nature of these spells with the refined, almost smooth flowing practices of the Sith's way of using the Force and, within moments, reached out to the two hapless victims before her and slipped an invisible knife deep into their very being. That knife cut and tore, but not at the flesh. This knife was there to cut away the spirit from the body, drawing it further into the spirit world with each slice until the natural attraction of the spirit world was stronger than the body's pull to retain it.

 

Qaela ignored the horrific, blood curdling sounds coming from her victims, instead focusing on riving their spirits apart until they were completely free after which the sounds abruptly stopped. The spirits, now free of their corporeal bodies, were quickly absorbed into the spirit world where they vanished among the countless others that already inhabited that void.

 

Only thirteen seconds had passed from the moment she started until the point the bodies stopped moving. It was longer than she had hoped, but still much quicker than her previous attempts. She noted, wryly, that the young woman had actually made it out of her chair and was now sprawled lifelessly a meter from the door. Qaela briefly wondered if the girl knew the door was locked, or if she had actually harbored some hope of escape, but those musings faded in less than a second.

 

"Clean up the mess," she ordered. "We will evaluate and resume at a later point."

 

With that, she stalked out of the room to return to the bridge and see if any new information had been uncovered in her absence.


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Out of the star-field surrounding Centerpointe, the bulky and ungainly Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer dropped out of hyperspace. Despite being freshly painted its namesake color with its name carefully emblazoned in gold on its prow, its layers of armor were pocked and scarred with the old marks of blaster fire. A few seconds later it was followed by the twin Captor-class Cruisers Moon Beetle and The Broken Bullet, which immediately dropped behind the Black Bracer and took position behind its bulk. Away from the newly arrived ships, a single Hapan Nova-class Battlecruiser, Our Velvet Ire, dropped out of hyperspace and began circling the beachhead.

On the bridge of the Black Bracer, which looked like something between a military command center and a chapel, Commander Jaden Jorus stood over a holo-display and squinted at the read-out with his good eye. The results of the last fight played out before him in names and numbers.

 

“...Yeah, they’ll be back.” He activated communications. “This is Commander Jorus, of the Fleet of the Strands, 1st Flotilla, here as reinforcements. Sending security codes now. Just let us know where you want us to park this tub.”

As he waited for the confirmation that would let his ships approach the fleet, he grimaced and rubbed at his cybernetic arm. The boss had hired him out before, but this was different. The boss’ merc jobs usually had him commanding the tiny fleets of small-time warlords getting into territory skirmishes, or pirate-hunting for local governors. Every once in a while he got into something big, like a cartel war, but nothing like now. This was the kriffing Sith Empire. What the heck was the boss thinking? Small jobs were his style, not this imperial conquest nonsense. Sure the pay was good but was it worth the attention of a bunch of maniacs like the Sith?
 

Then again, the last time Jaden had seen the boss, he’d been different. First and foremost, the wily, overdressed schemer had had his eyes gouged out, so that had been a bit distracting. Second, the boss had seemed distracted himself, barely paying attention to Jaden’s reports. Third, a lot of the missions he’d been sending Jaden on since then had been strange. The old merc didn’t know much about the historical knick-knacks the boss would sometimes have him pick up, but it seemed he’d been doing it a lot more recently. Sometimes he’d even been pulled out of a job before it was done to go snatch some ancient tablet or cup or book from some hole in the ground or a collector’s stash.

 

Three more years. Just make it three more years, then there’s that nice resort on Naboo where I can wither away in peace.

 

He keyed communications again. “Captain Zymo, broadcast the lead ship your stealth frequencies. No sense giving anyone a reason to shoot you before this place gets noisy.”

 

Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|


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With reinforcements having arrived and repairs to her own Herløv complete, Qaela was ready for the Sith to move to their next target: the Twin Worlds. The two worlds orbited each other almost like equal moons while also orbiting Corell. Centerpoint, their stronghold, was firmly between the two planets thus making the two worlds the next logical move simply due to proximity. While their first skirmish was just that, a skirmish, this time she would be attacking with a much larger force designed to do significant damage if needed.

 

With barely over three million inhabitants, Talus didn't have a large population, especially compared to Corellia itself, but Qaela was determined to take it as part of the Sith's overall objective of taking this system. Her goal was to occupy one of the two worlds then swiftly take the other all in one fell swoop. The ship manufacturing on these two planets wasn't huge, but it was still worthy of occupying.

 

Leaving Mordecai and his task force to protect Centerpoint, she and the substantial reinforcements that had recently arrived began its steady sublight advance towards Talus. Assault shuttles and massive landing craft followed, waiting for their opportunity to land and claim the planet in the name of their glorious Emperor.

 

Qaela stood on the bridge of the Herløv, watching and waiting to see what the enemy response would be.

 

 

Sith Empire Forces

Assigned PC: Qaela

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Destroyer Group [Turbolasers]: Focus Fire

Task Force Experience: Green, 2XP

Assigned Callsign: Herløv

Kyber class Star Destroyer Herløv (20/20)

 

Destroyer Group [Missiles]: Focus Fire

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Lightsbane

Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer Lightsbane (20/20)

 

Rapid Intervention Escort: Deadly Response

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Assigned Callsign: Obsidian Shield

Neutron Star-Class Bulk Cruiser Shadow's Sleight (9/9)

Gladiator II-Class Star Destroyer Gleeful Glutton (9/9)

 

 


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“Alright, let's get started. Officer! Contact the 1st Flotilla.”

 

"Connected sir."

 

"1st Flotilla, we're beginning our advance on Talus. We're going to follow Herløv's heading and match their speed. Moon BeetleBroken Bullet, maintain formation behind us. Captain Zymo, go dark and await orders."

 

Alright, let's see how badly they want this rock.

 

He silently thanked his boss for at least picking a ship with a thick hull for him to stand in.

 

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Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 


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Lok stepped to the holotable with a hint of subtle experience, their last encounter with the Sith leaving a sour taste within his mouth as much as whiskey did during his leave. But this time, with the added aid, Lok was filled with a newfound glimmer of hope, his aim as true as his oath to his beloved Empress. With a nod toward Godfrey, he opened his comm to Captain Greer.

 

"Bring us out of hyperspace."

 

The lines that once blurred shifted to a sudden standstill as the stars lit up the darkened backdrop. At his command was an Armada, one he felt unworthy to command and yet would do so with the confidence that its men beckoned for. Emanating it in his stance and forward gaze, he gazed upon the enemy before him and smirked.

 

Rebel Alliance Precision Strike Carrier Group



Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign -

Sentinel 

CR-90 Corvette Maelstrom |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Languedoc |2/1|

CR-90 Corvette Vivarais |2/1|

Menace 

DP20 Corvette Coeur d’Lion|2/1|

DP20 Corvette Augustus|2/1|

DP20 Corvette Hussar |2/1|

Ghost 

Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier Azincourt|9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Destroyer Group [Rail Guns]

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign -

Lion

Republic-Class Cruiser Justice |9/9|

Republic-Class Cruiser Mandate|9/9|

 

Rebel Alliance Hellriders

Taskforce Experience Green

- Assigned Callsign -

Bourgogne

DP20 Corvette Macon |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Montresser |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Nevers |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Sens |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Creusot |2/1|

DP20 Corvette Auxerre |2/1|

 

Aquitaine

Sphyrna Corvette Pesac |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Talence|2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Angleti |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Holocene |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Bordeux |2/1|

Sphyrna Corvette Limousin|2/1|

 

They had returned in full force to rid Corellia of the Sith once and for all.


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Qaela's eyes lit up in anticipation when the enemy dropping out of hyperspace before the Sith forces. This would be a glorious battle sending many to their deaths. As both sides began squaring up for battle, a high priority message flashed across her command console. Normally, she would ignore incoming messages at the start of battle, but this was of such urgent priority that she read it, fearing it was the Emperor himself.

 

To her dismay, it was not the Spider, but rather the panicked governor of Kuat indicating a sizable Rebel incursion into the shipyards of that planet begging for help from any nearby Sith forces. With much of the Sith fleet dedicated to expanding the Empire, the defenses at Kuat itself had been slightly lower than normal with the thoughts that the Rebels would never dare be so audacious as to strike such a fortified location. Even some of her own fleet here had been taken from Kuat, so she was quite angered at this report.

 

For a few moments, she debated what to do: it was frustrating to see the enemy present and battle ready to commence, but she knew that she must do what was best for the Empire. As much as she wanted to draw blood and conquer Corellia, it was far more important to the Empire to protect Kuat. Since they were relatively close, it was critical that they answer the call for help. With gritted teeth, she called out new orders to the fleet.

 

"Kuat is under attack by the Rebels, we must answer the call for help and protect our hard won shipyards. Corellia will have to wait, it will have its day, but we must withdraw and go to Kuat to deal with the Rebels there."

 

Even if it meant losing the beachhead on Centerpoint, they needed to withdraw and with every ship available. With a fleet like what was now facing them, they couldn't risk leaving a portion of their forces behind. Giving the order and coordinates to Commander Jorus, her ships immediately began pulling back, recalling their fighters and bombers, and preparing for the jump to Kuat.

 

She looked back at the enemy forces arrayed against them with a small shake of her head in sorrow. The Rebels might think they won a victory here, but she knew what the ultimate result of this disruption of her plan would be. The Empire could not lose face to this attack and would return to take Corellia. Instead of the methodical, tactical, step by step approach she had planned, they would come in overwhelming numbers without any thought to holding back the destruction they would unleash. Corellia would be devastated and left in ruin as a symbol to those who would resist the Empire's might. Many more would die than would otherwise had and while Qaela didn't care about loss of life, she did care about wasting good resources and upsetting the Balance.

 

Her fleet would jump momentarily and soon, they would face battle over Kuat.


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“They actually went after Kuat..."

 

"Sir?"

 

Jorus shook himself.

 

"All ships, plot a course for Kuat. Jump in battle formation, and expect immediate contact upon reentry."

 

The bridge dissolved into a flurry of activity as officers relayed orders and crewman scrambled to get the ship ready for the new fight. Jorus grimaced as he saw the hyperspace solution resolve on the holo-display.

 

We're going in first. Marvelous.

 

"Prepare to jump....Commence jump!"

 

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Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30|

 

 

Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9|

Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

 

 

Covert Strike Force: Silent Hunters

Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus)

Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP

Nova-class Battle Cruiser Our Velvet Ire |9/9|

 

 

 


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