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The door to Conference Room Epsilon-2 opened abruptly, keyed by an individual with sufficient rank to know the location of the Admiral at all times, even after such a defeat. Tallin strode quicly into the room, his eyes gaging the assembled officers. He knew the Admiral well, having stood beside him at the messy dinner on Coruscant, and had seen many hours of footage of his military actions. He had also meet the commander, at one of the many Imperial functions, where he had also learned, at least by name, face and rank, most of the others gathered there. The monstrous being who had just finished speaking seemed familiar, perhaps, but he could not recognize him. Briskly, Tallin saluted the admiral, as he was the highest ranking officer that the Zabrak respected, now that the Empress had been captured. He turned slightly to include the rest of the room, gaging them with weary, bloodshot eyes. "My apologies for my late arrival, Admiral Pilon. I had a difficult time making it off of the Shipyards, most of the transports had fled or been destroyed, and my own ability to fly compromised. It was only by luck that I found a functioning fighter and a willing pilot, which brought me here. I also had to stop at the medical facilities, as..." Tallin paused, gesturing at the remains of his left arm. The duel had left it heavily damaged, too damaged for anything but removal or a long stay in the Bacta tanks. So he had it removed within the medical hospitals erected by the Moff Hohenlohe, a metal cap on the stub which ended just above his elbow. With the Empress captured, a long inactivity was not an option. He was the Captain of the Imperial Guard, and he had failed to protect his Empress. But he would not fail to avenge her. "I had to get this taken off. Dead weight anyway, I guess right? For those of you who do not know me, I am Imperial Guard Captain Tallin Abraxas. I was faced by a Sith warrior in the shipyards, and like our companion, also defeated him, and took his lightsaber. Most of the Imperial Guard is dead, fallen by the side of their Empress. As soon as matters are decided, I shall begin the process of finding and training a new branch, in the ashes of the old. I do, however, have one squad ready, as they remained behind to take part in the rebuiling efforts on this very moon. What are our orders, Admiral? How many of the Moffs survive? Any news of the fate of the Empress?"

It was as if a massive hand swept through the air, carrying all before it in flurry of wind. The Sith jerked backwards, thrown back by the impact of a dozen bolts at point blank range. Tallin scrambled to his feet as his left arm hung limply at his side, a cursory glance telling him he would not be able to use it any time soon. His other hand still clenched the blaster, ready to deliver a final flurry of shots if necessary. This time, however, his fire had results. The fire had punched through the strange armor he wore, leaving shallow wounds across his lower body and arms. In addition, a wound had opened up on the abdomen. Here, the armor had been hit several times, finally succeding in damaging the flesh beneath. This wound, no doubt, was what had kept him down. Tallin leaned forward, falling heavily to one knee beside the body. Now that the stress of the duel had momentarily broken, his face twisted in pain and hate, words slipping through clenched teeth in a grating hiss, "Damn you, scum. Your kind is a plague upon this galaxy. Would that I could simply kill you now, blow your brains across this floor and spit upon your worthless corpse. But the Empress may yet have a use for you, and the Inquisitors will certainly wish to have a word. You act like you can just walk in here, walk..." The Zabrak stood back up, glaring down at his foe. "Hmmmm, walk..." With a grin that would not cheer even the most dour of humours, Tallin leveled his blaster at the left knee of the Sith, and depressed the duel triggers. Shattered bits of blood and bone sprayed across the cold floor as the socket disintegrated, the lower leg held on by a shred. Without a pause, Tallin turned toward the other knee, and fired again. For a moment, he stood still, watching the pain of the Sith without emotion. He sighed, then reached down to grab the discarded lightsaber, its terrifying beam temporarily halted, slipping into a spare holster on his belt. He had little fear of any attempts from the Sith to recover it, the Ysalimiri on his back surviving the encounter. A final surge of strength swept through him, and he lifted the Sith up by the top of his clothes. "I know where to put you, Sith." The loss of blood would soon begin to tell on him, but for the moment, a portion of his strength still remained. Dragging the man down the hallway, the Imperial stopped at a small door at the side of the hall. Opening it with his override code, Tallin pulled the man to the door, looking down over the trash compactor below. Fortunantly for the dark side being, it had not been emptied recently, or the drop would likely have been fatal. Without further words, Tallin tossed him in, immediately shutting the door and overriding the manual controls. He would not have his prisoner so unceremoniously disposed of. His strength failing him, Tallin stumbled down the hall, weakly clutching his bleeding arm. This time, he was headed for the rear. He had done his part in the battle.

Tallin grimaced as the jarring kick of his opponent smashed into his right wrist, bone and muscle both screaming in pain as the force almost knocked the blaster from his loosened fingers. Doubtless, if the Sith warrior had not been falling backwards, the kick an afterthought as he pulled back to regroup, the blow would have been enough to shatter the comparatively weak bones of his arm. Even so, the power contained with the strike knocked his arm away, ending the stream of bolts as the barrel swung toward the far wall. His expression further darkened as his opponenet's second kick impacted into his leg, just below the knee. Thankfully, he had been facing the Sith at an angle, having used his momentum to place his left side closer to the Sith. As it was, his opponent's kick knocked one leg out, dropping the larger warrior to one knee with a metallic thud. It was not a good position, off balance and beneath the level of his opponent, but still able to strike. The rain of blows that followed continued to knock him back, the smaller human still capable of landing powerful blows. However, the heavy Imperial Guard Armor he wore succesfully blocked much of the initial impact of each blow, and prevented the broken bones and heavy brusing that may have followed. His first reply since the beginning of the duel hissed out in his growling voice, made deep and abrupt by the stress of the situation and his loss of breath, "Damn your etiquette. You have attacked the Remnant, and we care nothing for your rules." As he continued to fall back, he saw the Sith pull his lightsaber for a final coup-de-grace to his stumbling opponent. Tallin immediately stopped attempting to arrest his fall, and dropped heavily onto his back, the sides of the metal cage with the ysalimiri within digging painfully into the metal plates covering his back and roughly arching him up. The rough kick that had knocked him back actually saved him, as the upward swing of the lightsaber, unassisted by the Force and directed by a warrior with blood streaming across his rapidly moving face, missed the majority of his body. The blazing blade, however, cut deeply into his left arm, cutting through the heavy metal and burning away a chunk of flesh. The Sith was once again off balance from his aggresive attack, and Tallin opened fire with his other hand, bracing the blaster against his uninjured side. Lying awkwardly on his back, Tallin opened fire, rapidly dumping the remaining rounds loaded into his blaster. This time, Tallin started out aiming for the feet and legs of the Sith, where he doubted the mesh extended to. Rapidly he strafed up his opponent's body, his aim to kill or disable his opponent, ending the fight, for he knew the risk of failure. (3) (Thanks for the duel mate) (Request guest ruling by Charles Hall)

Tallin hissed out a curse as the laughing Sith disappeared into a side room beside their corridor battle. Most of the bolts had missed or been dodged, only one perhaps wounding his dangerous opponent. His taunts continued even as he hid behind the wall like a coward, unwilling to challenge his Imperial foe except in slights, taunts or surprise attacks. It was now a surprise attack he feared, the only way his opponent was now likely to attack. Without a ranged reply, or even an attempt to use any of the strange and wonderful Force powers Tallin had seen during his training with the Inquisitors and on Holo-Vids of the old wars, he doubted the invader would try anything but a point blank attack with a lightsaber, or some other trick. It was strange that the Sith would insult his honor, while betraying himself by hiding from a foe the dark being no doubt despised. The Zabrak's eyes opened wide in suprise as, many long seconds later, the door behind him hissed open, and a sharp blow rained instantly on his broad shoulders, beside the cage the angry lizard waited in. The keen blade pierced the thick armor of the Imperial, driving into the flesh beyond, but most of the force had been robbed by the metal covering, and the blood that trickled slowly down his back reminded him of his former home. At the same time, a shrill beep emmited from the belt at his side. It was one Tallin had heard but a few times, the warning sound when someone tampered with an Imperial-issued thermal detonator. As the Sith no doubt tried to activate it, and instantly rid himself of his opponennt in a less than honorable way, green and blue lights flashed within the duraloid housing. It was not the telltale pattern of activation, but instead the warning that the three-digit code required to activate Imperial detonators had not been entered. This code was entrusted on a individual bases to Imperial warriors, a program that had begun long before the Empress or Tallin had been born. And this Sith did not know his code. The briefest smile crossed Tallin's face as he realized that perhaps the Sith had attempted to use the Force in some dark and nefarious way in conjunction with his sneak attack, but the force-blocking bubble emitted by the Ysalimiri on his back. Each of the attacks of the Sith had largely failed, primarily due to the smaller man's lack of knowledge regarding Imperial techiniques. Tallin's methods were much simpler. He simply needed to land an accurate shot into the chest or head of the Sith at close range, and the fight would be over. Happily enough, the Sith was now immediately behind him. The act of lunging through a doorway while attempting to stab an opponent and reach for his side with the Force would no doubt cause him to become imbalanced, overextending for the sure success of his close range attack. The Imperial immediately threw his mailed elbow back, aiming for the head or upper body of his lunging opponent. At the same time, he began to turn around, lending his swing the force of his body and starting to twist the impedded dagger from the hand of the invader. Should his close-range swing connect, the force would likely be enough to stun or break bone and force the enemy back a pace. Tallin's free hand brought the heavy blaster around, his finger depressing the hair trigger the moment the barrels centered on his wily enemy. At such close range, the advanced weapon would be able to punch through heavy armor, and certainly through that damned cloak. ((2))

The tall Zabrak paced rapidly through the corridors toward the main battle in the shipyards. He had stayed behind to coordinate the last few squads of Imperial Guard to repel sepearted parties of borders, but with all forces now engaged, his place was at the front, at the side of the Empress. It was rare indeed for an Imperial Officer to be transversing the long cold halls by themselves, but such was the emergent situation at the front, that not even a fireteam could be spared as an escort. The once pristine stationed was now covered in the scars of battle and the filth of the invading Sith and Black SUn, a filth the former slave knew well. As Tallin turned another corner, a dark figure stood waiting in the hall before him, quietly watching for him. The figure stood alone, an assassin unguarded by soldiers or beasts. No weapons were easily visible, but the calm assurance with which the invader stood told Tallin he would be no easy victim. Not that this scared the scarred Imperial. The Zabrak was fully armed, the E-22 in his arms charged and ready, while a ysalamiri in its cage rested on his back. His mobility was limited somewhat by the creature he carried, but he had rigged the cage so it could easily be dropped should he need to run. If the enemy made it past his bolts, he would be ready, armed with a force pike and the knowledge and skills of watching and participating in dozens of street fights, and the dozens of hours of Imperial Guard training. He paused in his stride as the dark figure before him spoke coldly, his words slithering forward like the darkness that consumed the Sith warrior's blackened heart and mind, "None of it is for you, Sith. My soul belongs to the Remnant, and to the Empress." Tallin immediately opened fire, his powerful E-22 sending bolts flying down the hall. His enemy stood some thirty yards away, where a corridor intersected that which the Imperial warrior stood in. A few doors with tiny inlets dotted the walls between them, while another corridor intersected some forty paces behind the Imperial. As he opened fire, Tallin backpedaled toward the hall and the obvious cover there. Every second round he fired was directed towards alternating sides of the Sith warrior, an attempt to block the much greater mobility Tallin suspected the Sith possessed and to prevent him from getting into close range. Of course, the Imperial's trump card was the ysalamiri on his back, and the Thermal Detonators at his side. ((1))

The massive ships of the Black Sun and the Sith crowded the viewport from the station as they prepped for battle, sirens warning of interdiction already sounded. They had not yet attacked, and it was a desperate race to get the Empire ships and troops into position before the attack. The sheer number of Empire officials stuck on the planet signaled a crushing defeat for the Remnant should the defense at Kuat fail. Not for the first or the last time, Tallin cursed the hardheaded and foolishly aggresive Galactic Alilance officials for ending the fledging alliance and their doomed attack on Onderon. In one attack, the powerful position that the Tripartatie Alliance had held disapeared, their forces shattered or under extreme pressure. If Kuat fell, there would be no one to stop the steamroll of the Dark Side. "Empress, I will stand beside you, and die for you should our efforts prove in vain. You must not die this day."

"ZM1939NS. You are a slave. You have always been a slave. You will always be a slave. You will die a slave." "Every day I heard those words. Every day the truth of them was beaten into me. I heard it, lived it for so long I started to believe in it. Only hate kept me going. I was born into slavery on Nar Shaddaa, owned by a sub-captain in the Hutt Cartel. I never knew who my father was, some random pirate or raider who likely found my mother in some dark alley in the depths of the Capital of Crime, but my mother, ah. I loved her in the way only a child could, as if she was an angel in the midst of the grime. She protected me as best she could, selling herself just to feed me. She was beaten to death when I was only 6, for spilling a small glass of my former master's favorite Alderaanian Ale. As soon as I was able to talk my 'training' started. These slavers had long mastered the art of breaking children like me, a mix of constant pain, brief rewards followed immediately by worse punishments. They would set us up for failure just to punish us for their own cruel amusements. You know well what they do. The first time I disobeyed them, they slashed me with the vibroblade I know carry. Only by chance did I avoid losing my eye. I was not one of the those blessed, or perhaps cursed, with the ability to sense the force. Perhaps, my former companion was. Too many unusual events happened around her. She... chose a different path." Tallin cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly as he continued, "My companion drove me to break free, I saw in her my mother, and the eventual death all such slaves suffer. So in a moment of my master's weakness, we struck. We murdered them all as they slept drunkenly, exacting a small measure of overdue vengeance, and fleeing that city of terror and misery." The Zabrak sighed heavily, turning to face his Empress again, "Now I fight for you, and the Empire. You have taken steps to punish those who destroy the weak and the innocent, when no other would. For that you have my loyalty, and my abilities, such as they are. I would see the guilty destroyed, and the innocent saved. May I never fail you." As the first worried shouts came through Tallin's commlink, a widespread alert of the arrival of a hostile fleet, an immediate order was issued from the Captain to activate all Imperial guard units to protect the Empress and the other high ranking officers.

"Empress." Tallin began, as he watched the young human ruler practice the endless martial forms she had studied and mastered. They were alone now, away from the Moff council, the hungering ears of the Remnant's enemies and the clattering preparations of war. "Though you may not know it, you are a legend amongst the slaves, the battered and broken of the criminal worlds of the lawless planets. You rose high indeed from where you first began, and yet have not forgotten us. Your hand stretches across vast galaxies, to the hearts of those who have all but lost hope against the crushing tyranny of the cruel, and the crushing apathy of those who profess their righteousness and yet do nothing. If I might ask, how did you rise so far? The stories that circle regarding your tale is more myth and propaganda than fact, I think. I would feign know, so that I might better understand the one I am sworn to serve." The galaxy was plunged into chaos. The Jedi and GA had suffered a crushing defeat at Onderon. The moon above Coruscant, which Tallin had been near only a short time ago, had been destabilized and was on a collision course with the planet below. The Black Sun Syndicate was making herculean efforts to fill the crime void left by the defeat of the Hutts and the freeing of Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta. Attempts had been made to destabilize the Remnant from within, and every moment was spent gearing up for the war they knew was coming. But for a moment, in a small room on a crowded world, there was calm.

The impossibly huge metal body of the Imperial Star Destroyer II creak and groaned as it floated in the blackness of space, completely silent to the ears of anyone who might be drifting alongside in the vacuum of space. Polished leather boots squeaked as Tallin walked briskly through the halls toward the landing bay and the planet and shipyards below. Imperial fleet personal cleared the halls as he passed, rigid salutes answered with a few crisp motions of the Zabrak Imperial Guard Captain. No longer wearing his battlefield or bridge command uniforms, he now was outfitted in his full dress uniform, as he was now headed to speak with the Empress himself. The rest of the Guard that usually followed him was waiting at his private shuttle, Tallin himself running behind as he placed the final touches on his report, a joint work between himself, the regimental and fleet commanders, and Moff Hohenlohe. A detailed, in depth report, complete with brief overview and statements from the different commanders and from the Wookie government, the report had taken most of the return trip through hyperspace to put together. Details included the number of troops lost, damage to the ships, number of enemies killed, condition of the Wookies, and amount of supplies and aid delivered. Deeper in the report, where only analysts and techies dared tread, were lesser details like overall cost and amount of food each soldier had eaten, complied to be combed through by the unknown and unloved heroes hidden behind desks within the offices of the Imperial Navy. Normally the ranking officer of the Battle Group would present the report, but as the commanding officer was a Moff, it fell to Tallin to deliver it. A short flight to the surface was followed by a shorter walk to the location where the Empress and the Moffs were gathered, no doubt planning the next moves of the Empire. Tallin swiftly crossed to her, the accompanying Guard waiting some distance behind. With a single swift move, Tallin knelt to one knee before the Supreme Commander. "Empress, Battle Group Knight has returned."

Imperial BattleGroup Knight is now at Kuat With a brief rending of the fabric of space, the three capital ships of Imperial Battlegroup Knight exited hyperspace into the system of the Imperial Planet Kuat. Far enough from the normal hyperspace lanes to avoid accidently placing their massive bulk within the confines of another ships, the Imperial ships began the final stage of their journey from Kashyyyk, heading to the spaceport to refuel, rearm and allow the crews much deserved R&R. Surprise rippled through the bridge crews as they noticed the presence of the rest of the Imperial fleet already docked or on patrol around the planet. Clearly, some large scale conflict or mission was in the works. Tallin quickly received reports from the Imperial Guard stationed on the planet, informing the Zabrak that the Empress Raven Zinthos and Beck Pilon, amongst others, were currently on the planet. This was the largest gathering of Imperial forces since the meeting on Coruscant, and here there was no one to interfere with the mission of the Imperial Remnant. He was interrupted from his musings by a series of orders dispersing between regimental leaders and the officers of the other ships. "Wait for orders from Kuat command before attempting to dock, looks like we may need to join the rotation through the shipyards. Make sure that fuel and stores are at a sufficient level. We'll need to put in requests for new recruits to fill the holes in the regiments after Kashyyyk. Gotta get them trained and up to speed as well. And get a shuttle ready to take the Imperial Guard and the Moff down to the planet." Battlegroup Knight Total AP: 10 Ascalon Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 4 J-983 Javelin squadrons. Construction Finish: 03/06/2018 AP: 4 Agamemnon Ship Class: Star Destroyer Type: Imperial II Crew: 40,000 crew Armaments: 50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries 75 Turbolaser Batteries 20 Heavy Ion Cannons 8 Octuple barbette turbolaser 4 Concussion Missile Launchers 10 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors Compliment: 4,000 Troops, 4 TIE Defender squadrons, 4 J-983 Javelin squadrons. Construction Finish: 03/06/2018 AP: 4 Benedictus Ship Class: Frigate Type: Lancer Frigate Crew: 900 Starfighter/Troop Complement: 2 TIE Defender Squadron 2 Skipray Blastboat Squadron 2000 Assault troops Armament: 20 AG-2G2 quad laser cannons AP: 2

(( Imperial Remnant Government Actions posted with permission)) The battle for Kashyyyk was over, with the slavers and mercenaries of the Black Sun and Sith destroyed and captured, and the forested world free again. A large portion of the hundreds of captured prisoners had been handed over to the Wookies for trial and execution, while the rest remained in the hands of the avenging Remnant and Jedi, where they would also face justice in death. Medical aid and food were immediately distributed to both the captured Wookies and those who had escaped the clutches of the slavers. The Remnant had come equipped to supply and aid in the rebuilding of the battered world, not just to fight the war to free it. The Imperial Remnant would not be holding onto the world, much to the contrary of the beliefs of many in the Jedi and GA. No, Kashyyyk was to return to its earlier status as a neutral planet, beholden to none. The extensive history between the Empire and the Wookies could not be easily forgotten by either side, the detailed records of past atrocities and the hundreds of years long memories of the Wookies ensuring that the past could not be easily forgiven. Still, the Imperial efforts to free the planet had two desired effects, a small amount of restitution paid and more good will restored between the former enemies, and the temporary halt of the expansionist policies of the followers of the Dark Side. Though the Imperials were taking a hands off approach to the new government which had returned from exile, they were leaving behind another of Moff Hohenlohe's Imperial Missions, similar to the one previously built on Nar Shaddaa. This Mission was enacted to aid in the long terms goal of rebuilding, and mitigating the suffering due to the disruption of their economy, homes, and tribes. As the Imperials would not be leaving any troops or ships behind to protect the planet, Moff Hohenlohe, with the support of the Moff council and the Empress Raven Zinthos, had arranged for the Nar Shaddaa Spaceworks to begin work on a Golan III and a Star Destroyer II to help defend the planet. These defensive weapons were designed entirely as a gift, with no intentions of repayment or long term allegiance to the Remnant. Much of the space monstrosities would be altered to function with the Wookies, a test of the capabilities of the Imperial Engineering Corps. Some military advisors and trainers would also come with the weapons platform, provided they were accepted by the new government. With matters finished on the green surface, the remaining men and women of Imperial Assault Groups Alpha and Bravo boarded their transports for the return trip to their homes aboard the ships of the Imperial Battle Group Knight. Many hands were hastily passed over hardened eyes as the thoughts of the veteran troops turned to their comrades who had fallen aboard the Golan and on the planet's surface never to rise again, to partake in a good meal, laugh at a crude joke or share in the intensity of a firefight. A single massive memorial had been held on Kashyyyk before they departed, and the names of each of the fallen recorded in the long registry of Imperial dead. As they returned to their ships, most of the Imperial Marines scattered to their respective barracks, to drink, carouse, and brawl to the memory of their comrades who were forever lost to them. With the flaring of massive engines, the Ascalon, Agamemnon, and Benedictus jumped to hyperspace, heading for Kuat where the rest of the Imperial fleet was gathered. ((Any follow up Imperial posts can be put into the "Space" or "Kuat" threads.))

Like most of the carefully planned and skillfully executed plans developed by the Imperial Remnant's Empress Raven Zinthos and Moff Council, victory on Kashyyyk proved inevitable. The Golan 1 floating high above the planet was the last great defensive hope of the slavers operating on the wooded planet, and its defeat and destruction without the loss of a single Imperial capital ship doomed the evil ravagers below. The final defensive lines of the slavers had been stormed with the iron strength and righteous resolve of the Imperial Legions. Though breaking through the heavily defended terrain was dangerous and difficult work, every fallen tree and rocky outcropping defended by heavy gun turrets and fanatical warriors, the rolling tanks and engineering capabilities of the 37th Mechanized Infantry proved impossible for the lighter arms and armor of the Trandoshan Slavers to defeat. The heavy tanks simply crushed their way through most of the fallen trees, while the lighter tanks deftly maneuvered over or around the fallen masses, flanking enemy positions while their bulky forms provided cover for their infantry supports. Tallin sighed as he continued listening to comm reports and scrolling through datapads worth of information, orders and messages constantly flowing in and out from his command team. His weapons remained at his side, though not a shot had been fired since the execution of the Trandoshan slaver earlier. The Regiment of Hohenlohe had performed particularly well in breaking the slaver's lines, their own memories of slavery propelling them in a tide of just revenge. Whenever a gap in the lines had opened, the constant flow of reinforcements from the ships and other units finishing their tasks would plug the holes, while the Trandoshans lacked the man power to fill their depleting ranks. As son as troops would clear an area, tree fire suppression, initial medical aid and other tasks would immediately begin, understaffed squads and support personnel stepping up to fill these needed roles. Hundreds of troops were dead or injured, but the heavy tanks of the mechanized regiment had limited casualties below the projected numbers, combined with the death of the Sith and Black Sun officers upon the Golan 1. As they approached the center of the Slaver Base and their stockpile of massive slaver ships, many of the slavers had begun to execute the slaves and the few captured Imperials in a fit of desperate revenge. Most of the Trandoshans had been slaughtered in the fighting, though some had surrendered before fighting and been captured by Imperials or the Jedi troops. The tall Zabrak had realized his order had been a bit hasty, and amended it to those bearing weapons only. Now, with the battle mostly over, the task of rebuilding had begun. With relief ships and officials dropping from the descending Star Destroyers above, the long term task of helping the Wookies begin their life again was in full swing. The Imperials would not be staying long, only long enough to get the Wookies back to their feet. It was not an Imperial planet, the presence of the Imperials were needed elsewhere, and it was time to disprove the common belief of the GA and the Jedi that the Imperial Remnant was simply looking to conquer territory. As Tallin headed toward the descending shuttle, he hoped some official would be arriving that would help the former slave with the planet's recovery. Life was much simpler when he was just a Corporal on Nar Shaddaa.

"Priority One Message for all Imperial and Jedi Forces. Priority One Message for all Imperial and Jedi Forces. Clear all generalized comm traffic and standby to receive new orders. Priority One Message for all Imperial and Jedi Forces." Tallin's deep voice thundered out through the army-wide comm, his communication officers patching him into every comm from senior sergeants and lieutenants up through the ranks, even the officers in the Imperial ships and fighters high above receiving the call. "All Forces, new orders for all receiving units. The final major group of slaver scum have retreated and heavily entrenched themselves around their holding and landing grounds. Enemy troops estimated at 3-4 thousand. Reports state that thousands of Wookie captives are still being held at this staging ground, and will likely be used as meat shields. The 69th Regiment and the 37th Mechanized Infantry will be spearheading the frontal assault. All units no longer engaged or taking part in cleanup operations report to your co-ordination officers for placement in the battle line for the attack. Expect heavy resistance at all points from tanks, artillery and fortifications. All ships, be advised that any slave ships escaping past atmosphere are to be boarded and captured. Due to the likelihood of slaves on board, no ship is to be fired on except for disabling shots after authorization from the Moff's Command Crew. No bombing runs or ship bombardments authorized for assistance with ground operations. Close support via fighters authorized only in emergency situations. All Imperial Knights, Imperial Guard and Jedi are requested to assist the Spearhead Regiments with breaking the enemies outer line. Watch for Trandoshans executing Wookie slaves. Shoot with caution when slaves are present. With ALL enemy forces, weapons free. Take no prisoners. Good hunting in the name of the Remnant, Command Out." Most of the gear and personnel at Tallin's command post had already packed up and were ready to go before the orders ended, already knowing they would be heading much closer to the front lines. Tallin shrugged into his heavy armor with the assistance of one of his aides, ready for personal combat if needed. "Pack it up, we're headed for the front!"

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From his command post between the shattered husks of several of the massive Kashyyyk trees, Tallin and his team of officers, tacticians and assistants coordinated the assaults of the four thousand troops of Imperial Assault Group Beta. The troops of Assault Group Alpha were rapidly incoming from the former location of the Golan 1, many of these shuttles being placed in priority positions to flank or bypass key Trandoshan positions to end this battle faster and minimize Imperial and civilian casualties, many of the slavers trying to kill as many of the hated Wookies as possible before dying to the just wrath of the Imperial Army. Several of the officers with the tall Zabrak were constantly concentrating with finding paths through the shattered landscape for the heavy tanks of the 17th Mechanized Infantry, who were often blocked by the massive fallen trees, too large and heavy to be easily cut through or moved. Several more focused on the movements of the light Raks Raiders, whose limited armor often required assistance fromother forces to burst through the powerful defences the Transdoshans had set up. Tallin had previously spoken to several of the Trandoshan officers and troopers from within his own command, to sense if their loyalties or sense of justice might have been shaken as they attacked their kinsmen in what was the normal pursuit of their race. Yet to a man they had reiterated their loyalty to the Empress and the path she had taken them on, for they saw now a better way, where their offerings tot the Score Keeper might yet be fulfilled, and to cleanse the galaxy of the corruption their brothers had committed to. As the comm came in from one of the Jedi, Tallin quickly ended his comm with one of the captains of the Hohenlohe regiment where he had been ordering the landing, and listened to the comment of the female Jedi knight. He regreted not getting to meet the famous warrior before the battle, for one or both might not survive this battle. After thinking for several moments, Tallin replied in the comm, "All forces, if any of the slavers attempt to surrender without firing at Imperial forces, capture them to be brought for a fair trial. If, however, they attack Imperial troops, or have obviously slaughtered or harmed the innocent civilians of this world, they are to be executed with prejudice, either by our forces or the Wookies. May the cleansing fire of the Just guide and protect you." Almost before he had finished speaking, several of the Imperial Guard who had accompanied him along with several storm troopers dragged a Trandoshan of unusual size into his command post, and threw him to the ground. Of normal height, the Trandoshan was exceedingly broad and muscular, and with a darker pattern that suited well to the forest environment around him. "We caught this one close by, Captain," began the gravely voice of the older human male who led the new arrivals, "he was preparing to assault this camp no doubt. He murdered several of our sentinels before we could restrain him. And he bears these." Careful not to put his hand to close to the Trandoshan's mouth, the other Imperial lifted up a long string from around the warriors neck. Upon it were dozens of pairs of fangs, Tallin's eyes widening slightly as he realized they were from Wookies, and with sizes ranging from those of children to aged adults. His face a mask of hatred, Tallin stated, "You are charged with the crimes of High Murder of the Innocents, of war against Imperial forces and of resisting their lawful application of Justice. Have you any defence?" The Trandoshan laughed, his teeth bared in a feral grin, "I need no defence to you, Imperial lackey. You are no less a monster then I. You use force and might to bully others into following your path, a faulty judge at best. You bear the marks of a slave, of weakness and pain. We do what we must to survive. You are no better then I." Tallin crouched, looking the grinning slaver in the eye, "Perhaps I am no better than you, but I follow a cause breater than myself, and one for which I would gladly die. Are you ready to die for your trophies, to face the ScoreKeeper in judgement?" The slavers face lost his grin for a moment, before Tallin drew his bone handled knife, with which he avenged himself agianst his masters, and thrust it deeply into the slavers broad neck, forcing himself to watch the life drain from the slavers eyes as his blood dripped slowly down his neck. A thought briefly crossed his mind of the lives wasted in brining only suffering to the galaxy, of those who would not except the justice of the Imperials or the freedoms of the GA, but rather chose to take from others in a relentless pattern of pain. "Justice is served."

A tired sigh escaped Tallin as he rubbed his black gloved and armored hand over the scarred features of his red face. The reports of the fallen from aboard the Golan 1 continued to come in, the names of each of the Imperial Stormtroopers and Knights, most of whom he had met over the preceding days and weeks of the operation, resounding in his head. He had actually expected to lose more troops during the long assault, as the Black Sun would sell their lives dearly as they defended their home turf, but the way in which they had died, totally helpless to defend themselves and the failure of their objective to save the slaves on board shook the Imperial warrior. Though technically a victory, it was a hollow victory from which he took no pleasure. His frown deepened as each name sunk into the memory banks of the datapad in his hand. Many letters to the families of the fallen he would have to write after this battle, but one in the start of a long campaign against the Sith and their allies, was over. Many would be returned to their homes with nothing but their parade uniform, and many more, whose existence was never known by the greater Imperials, would be mourned in sorrowful silence by Tallin and the handful of troops whom they had served with. From the wide view point of Tallin's specialty assault shuttle, he could see the first of the troops begin to land on the partially burned green planet, the soldiers of Assault Group Beta ready to avenge their comrades who had fallen aboard the Golan, to avenge the slaughtered wookies and to fight in the memory of the thousands of Imperials who had come before them. The Black Sun defense plan had centered on the Golan 1 floating high above, and with it down, the limited defenses on the ground could not stop a successful landing by the thousands of Imperial troops. Imperial Assault Group Alpha would be following them shortly, the screams of their dying comrades fresh in their ears. They would careful to watch the progress of the wrecked battle station as it would be pulled into the gravity well of the planet below. Soon, Tallin would reach the ground as well, and set up his command post for the second phase of the Freeing of Kashyyyk.

"KRIFFFFFFFFFF." The screams and yells echoing through Sergeant Leaft's comm, combined with the thunder of the far-off explosion and the rending of many tons of metal deafened him. He was almost unaware of his own shout, which joined the chorus. Explosions in space were most feared by the Marines, who preferred solid ground and the safety of an atmosphere over the numerous dangers of space and the instruments of mortals which flew through it. The majority of the troops already on the station, some 600 in total, had mainly progressed down paths behind which the Jedi and Imperial Knights, along with their complements of Marines, had taken, and so hoped to escape the destruction by the Force Shields far in front of them. The heavy shield troops with Leaft braced themselves against the path, hoping to deflecte any debris which might make it through, though it would be of but little help if the entire station collapsed around them. Leaft listened as many of the cries were snuffed out as those who voiced them were instantly snuffed out, and he prayed to whatever gods might exist to get him through this day, as he had many others. Briefly, a strangely cheerful thought crossed his mind, "Good thing they blew the station early, if they had waited until we had reached their location we probably would have lost most of the troops."

Sergeant Hill Leaft smirked beneath the expressionless mask of the custom fitted red helmet perched tightly upon his smooth shaven head, the red armor barely making a noise as his squad accompanied the Jedi and Imperial knights as they moved to capture the Golan. The dark corridors were only lit by the thin flashlight beams of the troopers and the multicolored glow of the various lightsabers. The many intersections and slightly inset doors made perfect ambush points for the hundreds of Black Sun criminals and Sith scum still on board. Though mercy would have been granted by the Imperials for any surrendering, in the form of capture and a fair trial, the veteran non-commisioned officer knew that few would surrender, and would fight to the death aboard the shattered station. The Black Sun were not kind to those who gave in to their enemies and risked giving away information during the interrogation and trial process. Leaft glanced over at First Lieutenant Felicra Melor, his immediate commander within the ranks of the famed Whispering Battalion, and a rising star within the ranks of the Imperial forces. He could almost imagine the chagrined expression on her face, for she hated bad jokes, and the ones coming from the mouth of the Jedi Master were even worse than the morbid battlefield jokes of the Imperial troops under her command. He had spotted the Lieutenant staring awkwardly at the Master, and know she faintly shook her head as they continued down the long corridors toward the slave center. Close behind them, troops from the Regiment of Hohenlohe followed, ready to assist with freeing the slaves and eliminating their guards. A bitter curse jumped from his lips as a heavy bolt flew down the hallway, blasting into Private Nwsa and sending the small Rodian flying down the hallway. A hail of bolts were exchanged as a handful of angry Black Sun could be seen defending another intersection. The Jedi continued to push ahead, most of the opponents dropping from the heavy combined fire of the sharpshooters within the Whispering Battalion, many of these using longer, non-automatic rifles whos precise arks seemed designed to avoid the hurried movements of the Jedi behind them. The path cleared after another injury, this one to Corporal Bricks of the Grenadiers, and the party moved on, Leaft staying behind momentarily to direct the troops coming behind to tend to the injured and to slowly sweep the areas they were passing through. Though only a small number of troops had arrived at first, more and more continued to land on the Golan, carefully clearing the areas behind their forerunners. Sergeant Leaft hurried after the rest of his squad, glancing back one last time at the smoldering hole in the armor of his fallen soldier, a regimental medic kneeling at his side to check the fallen soldier. Still aboard the Imperial Ship Ascalon, Tallin's face was locked in concentration, listening the constant calls and comm chatter from the various commanders and officers amongst the troops currently aboard and boarding the Golan, especially those of First Lieutant Felicra Melor, accompaning the majority of the Jedi and Imperial Knights, and those of Major Velsk of Aslf, commanding the squad with the famous Jedi knight Tobias Vos. These were some of his best trained and most experienced commanders in the ranks of the regiments in Assault Group Alpha, and the most experienced squads in the Whispering Battalion, men and women innured to combat and veterans of a hundred battles and skirmishes. Every report of a fallen soldier brought a wince to Tallin, for he had prepped and briefed with most of them personally before the battle began. Still, the assault was moving as planned, the addition of the Jedi Knights welcome in the dangerous and bloody close quarters combat aboard the heavily damaged Golan. Tallin strode briskly away from the command bridge, accompanied by two other members of the Imperial Guard, headed directly for his personal shuttle. The second phase of the Assault was about to begin, and with the Golan incapacitated and with its capture undergoing, the attack of the planet far below could begin. Assault Group Bravo was already readied and standing by for his command. Covered by the heavy guns of the fleet and the missiles and close support of the fighters and bombers, the peices had fallen into place, and the freeing of the war torn planet and the enslaved Wookies far below could now commence. It would not end till Kashyyyk stood free once again, and the enemies of Freedom punished to the fullest extent by the Imperial Legion. A brief smile crossed Tallin's scared face, "Vengeance is Mine."

(Imperial Troops Movements Posted With Permission) Tallin looked out of the massive viewport at the front of the Ascalon, standing beside one of the many consoles and only a few feet away from the Moff and the Jedi Masters who had decided to accompany them in this re-taking, this freeing of the conquered and suffering planet. Though Tallin had but little love for Jedi, he had reserved judgment on these two, for they had left their broken Order and actually joined the conflicts around the galaxy, upholding their sworn mission as protectors of the helpless, not just hiding behind shields and ships as they dedicated their lives to doing as little as possible in the name of improving self. Moff Hohenlohe did not smile, his face set in hard lines, but Tallin thought he detected a note of grim satisfaction at the site that lay before them, their chance to wreck havok upon these traitors and to free the broken planet beneath them, tempered only by the knowledge of the many Imperials who would breath their last breaths in the cold vacuum of Space, the regulated air of the Golan and the ashy destruction of Kashyyyyk. Tallin had been sent from the side of the Empress herself to assist with the attack on Kashyyyyk, his name beginning to spread around the troops of the Imperials as their forces split to actively attack the Black Sun and Sith. The troops of the Imperial Legions had rallied for the attack, settled aboard the three massive ships of Imperial BattleGroup Knight. Six Thousand Troops from the Ascalon and the Benedictus were waiting for the go-ahead for the assault on the Golan 1. Outnumbering the enemy defenders 6-1, the assaults success was almost guaranteed. Once the point defence had been cleared, the assault shuttles of Assault Group Alpha would land at every docking port and attachment, and storm into the Golan. Each shuttle contained some of the thouasnd men and women from the 93rd Mixed Battalion, known as the Black Grenadiers, for the heavy black tinted armor and helmets they wore. These were handpicked men and women, each with unusual strength and size, and armed with massive shields and short fleschette and grenade launchers. Behind them came the soldiers of the rebuilt 9th legion, comprising the 13th Regiment, the Imperial Regiment of Hohenlohe, and the Whispering Battalion. The 13th Regiment was tasked with taking over the command center and the surronding sections, the Whispering Battalion was ordered to take over all gun emplacements, and the Regiment of Hohenlohe tasked with standard sweep and clear. and the freeing of the mass of slaves on board. Tallin smiled as he thought of the troops nicknamed the Regiment of Hohenlohe, for they were a personal favorite of his. Primarily former slaves, escappees and victims of the diabolicol machine known as the slave trade, many of which had been freed and joined as recently as the assault on Nar Shaddaa and Nal Hutta, they burned with a special hate against any who would support the enslavement of others. Assault Group Bravo, comprised of the four thousand troops of the 17th Mechanized Regiment and the Raks Raiders, a fast moving force designed for rapidly approaching and taking over widespread installations, were waiting in the shuttles aboard the Agamemnon, ready for the assault on the planet. The 13th Regiment and the Imperial Regiment of Hohenlohe would join them on the assault, comprising eight thousand troops in the initial assault on the planet. Tallin too would land on the planet and establish a command post on the surface for the campaign, which would only end when the Sith and Black Sun were driven off and the planet restored to its rightful inhabitants. Imperial Assault Group Alpha 93rd Mixed Battalion - Black Grenadiers Commander: Lieutenant Colonel Ser Santino Lobesk Heavy Infantry Size: 1,000 Soldiers Base Ship: Ascalon Specialization: Close quarters combat, area defence 13th Regiment - Byss War-Walkers Commander: Colonel Yust Medium Infantry Size: 2,000 Soldiers Base Ship: Benedictus Specialization: General combat, large-scale invasion 69th Regiment - Regiment of Hohenlohe Commander: Colonel Gars Giva Medium Infantry Size: 2,000 Soldiers Base Ship: Ascalon Specialization: General combat, Anti-Slavery 13th Battalion - Whispering Battalion Commander: Lieutant Colonel Trev Veard Medium Infantry Size: 1,000 Soldiers Base Ship: Ascalon Specialization: Ship assault, Golan Assault, Enginnering, Stealth Combat Imperial Assault Group Bravo 17th Mechanized Infantry - Heavy Rollers Commander: Colonel Larla Seivlain Mechanized Medium Infantry Size: 2,000 Soldiers - 30 HAVw A9 Turbo Tank, 100 TX-225 GAVw "Occupier" Combat Assault Tank Base Ship: Agamemnon Specialization: Heavy Ground Assault, Anti-Infantry 14th Light Reconnissance and Support Infantry - Raks Raiders Commander: Colonel Arcivan Raks the 4th Light Infantry Size: 2,000 Soldiers Base Ship: Agamemnon Specialization: Rapid Supression, Surprise Attack, Stealth Attack, Anti-Tank, Adaptability

Like the constantly changing storms of the lost world Kamino and the restless trees of Kashyyyk, the plans of space militaries rarely lasted through the first meeting with unexpected forces. With the sudden orders and the ending of the event by the Supreme Leader of the Galactic Alliance himself, Head of State Zinthos had quickly called back the spread-out storm troopers together, the Imperial Guard already standing by, exiting the scene of the tremulous events to the almost peaceful silence of space. Tallin sighed as he boarded the shuttle, happy to leave the frivolous event which had strained the early relationship of the factions more than the actions of their enemies or the struggle of opposing ideals. The time had finally come again for more training, for preparation for the war to come and fulfill his duties to the Remnant. He stepped up beside Zinthos as she stood on the bridge, "Where to now, my Empress?"

The squad was gathered in their assigned barracks, re-grouping and cleaning their weapons between training exercises. Having spent time together and served in combat as a squad, the members had grown more accustomed to each other, light jokes and laughter bouncing back and forth among the members, while a couple discussed the new fleschette launchers they had been issued. Their injured comrade was almost back to normal, only the aches of the regrowing muscle becoming accustomed to constant use and stress, and happily rejoined the squads training courses. The wear and stains of the dirty planet upon their armor had since been scrubbed off, and their rifles were carefully cleaned and prepared before and after every training exercise. Even Svera's passive disobedience had calmed slightly, Tallin's leadership and the experiences together having calmed her slightly, though her dreams of leading the squad had not faded. Larah, the first member of the squad to speak to Tallin (and the first to insult him), carefully stood, stretching out her leg as she walked over to her squad leader. She looked down, a slight plush barely showing on her orange skin, before she spoke, "Sorry about what I said to you when we first met. You've led us much better than I expected. I never thought I'd get the chance to meet someone as powerful as the Head of State, and she seemed... kinda normal. Actually she was pretty nice, and she wanted to talk to us, I mean, non-human commoners. I don't think we would have ever gotten such an opportunity if not for you. Thanks." "Of course, I was pretty green. We've done well as a squad. I too am surprised about the Head of State. The leaders I knew before were more interested in beating or raping we slaves then being kind. Anyways it's time for the next exercise. Squad, Ready Up!" His squad quickly gathered, their conversations quieting as they took on a business-like mood. Tallin and Camila quickly examined their weapons and armor to see that everything was in order, before the squad moved in formation to the training ground. For this day, they were training with breaching and house to house combat. The squad moved into position at the start, the timer turned on, and they began to run another simulation.

The squad absorbed the information, incorporating the information into the battle plan they had previously mentioned. Tallin conversed quietly with his squad, before stating, "Only a couple. If we were faced with multiple Sith, would you suggest concentrating on one or splitting fire? Though I'm pretty sure we'd be screwed either way. If we were present during a duel between a Sith and Imperial or Jedi knights, should we attempt to assist or await the result of the fight? And would a building explosion, if we were fighting indoors, be useful or a greater danger to ourselves?" While awaiting the response, Tallin quietly mentioned to Camila the need to pick up several Fleschette launchers and pistols as secondary weapons for the squad.

Tallin and his squad spent several minutes watching the extensive footage of the battle, the massive amounts of damage sustained by both the Jedi and the Sith surprising his troops, most of them having never seen such a duel before. Expressions of surprise, fear and cautiousness combated with the grim and determined faces of the more veteran troops. Tallin watched it twice, first to simply watch and the second to plan out a defence. "If we were to face such an opponent..." The Zabrak close range fighter, her constant struggle with Tallin for leadership apparent again, pushed past him, eagerly exclaiming, "I, Svera of the Sarin Clan, would charge him, and slay him in 1 on 1 combat, he would be no match for..." "Then you are a kriffing idot. You saw how hard it was for the girl to beat him, and she was a full Jedi Knight using the Force primarily. You would be no match for such an opponent." Svera stepped back, humiliated and furious, before Tallin spoke again, "I have seen several such in my journeys about the galaxy as a slave. They are incredibly dangerous, and extremely unpredictable to those who have not spent their lives studying them. If such an opponent was to surprise us, I feel that remaining bunched closely together would be a mistake. We would need to regulate fire as well, I have heard that many of them can deflect blaster bolts as the Jedi can, and randomly flying bolts, especially from the E-Web and Sniper, are not good. The rifles would immediately head for cover, though when against the Force cover is questionable at best. Our linguist, Rax, would attempt to distract the Sith for a moment verbally, especially if he knows their home language, before himself heading for cover. Camila would call in the situation and ask for reinforcements, a single squad against a Sith is not the best matchup. Our E-Web squad would fall back slightly to set up, while the rifles send in surpressing fire to allow them time. Breaker, Svera, and myself would stay out more in the open, in case the Sith decides to charge. Our demolitionist would set up explosives, in case the Sith shows a moment of weakness, I have heard that using explosives against prepared Force Users is a bad idea. Skreee would move for a flanking position with his rifle, preferably some distance away. Silian, our medic, undoubtably one of our most important members of the squad when fighting such a opponent, would need to remain hidden, or in a very well defended spot, unless one of us was badly injured, If one of us was grabbed or attacked in some way through the Force, we would concentrate full fire on the Sith to attempt to break their concentration. We would suffer casualties. While plotting this works well from far away, conditions and preperations are altered based on positions, enemy and friendly troops, presence of civilians, and other factors. In the end, though, no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy."

Camila, one of the most experienced and well-traveled off the squad, spoke first with a pensive frown on her face, "Well, I know of a couple major slave organizations. They used to be very large, but have since faded, though I do not know if they have been destroyed. Zygerria and Talassia both hosted large slaver groups." "Perhaps Byss, though it's not really a good target?" Silian, the medic, responded in his flat tone. Several other ideas were murmured, before Sana, (or maybe Tana) one of the two Twi-lek gunners of the squad, spoke up from the back of the group, emotion forcing her voice to waver slightly, "What of Ryloth? My people's home, we have been raided by slavers for centuries. Slaving organizations and foreign aggressors, Hutts, Heroes and Empires have all taken their turn taking from us. Please, we need help."

Tallin knew he and his squad were being honored by the Head of State from the moment they entered, the other leaders he had briefly seen or heard off would never deign to shake the hands of lowly footshoulders, mostly alien ones at that. Further making the situation strange was the iron grip she had, the hand grip of a soldier, not some money loving beauracrat. "Thank you, Head of State." Each of his troops responded with respect as the powerful woman shook each of their hands, even the silent Devaronian giving a deep bow, and the Zabrak whom Tallin faced off again showing a rare moment of loyalty. When they had finished, Tallin prepared to answer, his thoughts spinning back to those events. "We did, a Hutt was leading a gang of slavers toward their selling point. We intervened, somehow the Hutt had not noticed the invasion and was caught off guard. We explained the situation, but the Hutt refused to surrender. I regret to say that the memories of my past drove me toward what would have been a grave mistake. I almost tortured him, hacked him slowly to peices in front of the children. If not for the words of Camila, my second, I would have gone through with it. However, as he refused to surrender, and attempted to slaughter the children, and by extension my squad, I executed him. As for the slavers, several were shot attempting to resist or escape. Several others whom the children pointed out as having been particularly were executed on the spot. I bear full responsiblites for those actions should they go agianst Imperial policy. The children were freed and placed in the Imperial Mission, and the rest of the slavers brought to trial. I believe the majority were executed, and a few spared." Tallin paused, regathering his thoughts after his mission report. "You honor us greatly, Head of State. It would truly be a great reward and responsibilities to assist in protecting your person and that of the Moffs. I cannot reccomend my squad more highly, and I fully believe they are worthy of such honors and capable of performing in whichever situation you place them in for the continued good of the Imperial Remnant. Once again I thank you for this, and hope they will accept. However, I do not feel that I myself am worthy of such treatment. I have only recently joined the Remnant, and have performed no deeds of note. I have only done my duty, and should thank you and the Remnant for the oppurtnity I have recieved, to bring a measure of justice and even vengenance upon the animalistic scum of these slavers. I now seek only to serve the Remnant, to repay the debt I owe. I am yours to command."