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Barely awake after the blast, the fight with the droids and being (do to circumstances he could no longer recount) reburied Johan nearly swore as he flew through the air with his Master. "Where are we going first? to help some of the others or to stop what/whoever is making the blizzard?" Johan asked with a slight slur to his voice "also, remind me not to give Alliera explosives with a yield bigger then a frag again, like EVER". He would have almost laughed at the absurdity of the invasion and partial failure of their plan (the distraction part DEFINITLY worked) if not for the lives he could feel weakening or flickering out entirely, even with his half trained senses. He took stock for a moment and realized as they began to return to the ground he realzed he had everything but a few blaster mags and 1 of his Thermal Dets still on him.

Captain Jarvus stood on the bridge of the Krayt's Fury as it left hyperspace, looming menacingly above the planet of Mon Cal. It seemed they had arrived later than planned- Mon Cal was already under attack. He was arriving with the second wave of reinforcements- the first had only served to regain the footing they had lost. This trickle was dangerous- if they got caught out before Darth Mavanger's fleet could arrive in proper force, it would be devastating. "Defensive positions. Move to regroup with the rest of the Sith forces. Do not allow them to separate us, and victory may yet be ours. Lords of Mon Cal, The Warden of Kuat sends his regards. We will not let your holdings fall." Lord Mordecai disliked that title- he thought it pompous to wield such ungainly accomplishments like a beacon, and despised others who did so. But he did not know the effect such titles had on the regular man- The greatest warriors of the era all had such titles. The Spider. Mandalore the Bloody. The Mad. For a common man to hear that such a warrior led them into battle was a great thing. He frowned. Their fleet was spread thin. Between the planets currently under occupation in the Outer Rim and this attack on Mon Cal, he knew he would need to be decisive in his victory here. They couldn't afford to be bogged down in a war of attrition.

Space: In the skies above Mon Cal, the battle raged. Jorus stared at the readout, the end already decided. "There's too many of them. We can't hold... What the heck is wrong with those cruisers!?" "Sir...linked ship commanders displaying signs of misconduct and rebellion," the clinical, tinny voice of a medical droid came back over the speakers. "They were not sufficiently conditioned yet for a battle scenario. Further use could see them shutting down or going rogue." All we need. "Order them to-" He paused. A new blip appeared on his screen. Catapulting out of the starfield and dead center into the oncoming enemy wave, the bulky, scarred form of the Black Bracer reappeared. It hurled itself into the fray, short range cannons blaring as shrapnel and blaster fire richochet harmlessly off its shields. "What the... Commander of the Black Bracer! Report!" "Praise be Varaka, it seems your planet is not a lost cause after all." "What are you-" "We're the first commander." A smug, eager tone laced the ship captain's voice. "It seems the Empire will not lose such a prize easily. Through Victory our Chains are Broken!!!" The captain cried as the transmission cut out amidst a storm of blaster fire as the hulking warship careened into enemy lines, heedless of danger. More blips appeared on Jorus' readout. The Sith were coming in force. "Get those cruisers out of here! Don't need them shooting our own!" Jorus grinned, his crooked, yellow smile taking on a malicious edge. "Let's see how these rebels stand up to a real scrap." Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Bulwark Mark II Black Bracer |20/30| Destroyer Group (Missiles): Focus Fire Assigned PC: Nok Morliss (commanded by NPC Jaden Jorus) Task Force Experience: Veteran, 3XP Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser Moon Beetle |9/9| Captor-class Heavy Munitions Cruiser The Broken Bullet |9/9|

HC-42 noticed a group of workers leave their post within the shipyard, and though he and the squad ignored the growing group at first, it became apparant that they were willing to join the fight as soon as the Quarren gave his inquiry. "Negative. The Sith are the enemy." was HC-42's reply. His squad members spoke up too. "Join us, and the Sith will never mistreat you or your planet again!" Sasha said. Gwal spoke up as well. "The Sith took away our homes. You see our cybernetics? They replace what the Sith took from our very bodies. Even the droid has a score to settle with them. And I think you all have scores to settle with them as well!" Leep was the last to speak. "These lizards are tough, but primitive. With your help, we could get rid of them even faster! And with that, you'll be that much closer to freedom!" HC-42 admired the squad's enthusiasm in attempting to rally the workers to join. He calculated the working conditions and pay under the Sith Empire was substandard, so these workers, if brave enough, would be willing to help. The droid didn't wait for their answer, however. He was too busy gunning down every lizard in sight with his heavy repeating blaster. The fire barrier from his flamethrower was dying, so he needed to focus on keeping the hordes back. He just hoped he'd get the support that he needed, whether from workers, Emma, or, the most preferable outcome, both.