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-Genesis-

 

I watched Armiena's body language, the sense of despair hidden by her roughly forged exterior, yet it was the eyes that never lie. Even as my gaze shifted toward the mechanics hearing their whispers before turning back to her gaze, I could see the sadness. It was only her words that placed the pieces together for me.

 

"Forgive me Master. I didn't know." I spoke, my words sympathetic, but holding no weight of knowledge or experience behind their sincerity. "I dont know him, but as a son, perhaps the joy of seeing his mother again will erase, or at least ease, any old wounds. I know it would for me."

 

My gaze shifted outward, briefly considering what I would give to be in her son's shoes and knowing I had the chance to see my mother once again, but shook it off as the realization that I would never have such a chance reminded me so. Sitting in silence as she continued on with her instructions, I followed her in suite. There was certainly a method to her madness.

 

-Mjan-

 

Mjan sat in silence, and a bit of relief washed over the Lieutenant as the orders to hold positions came across the wires. He was new to this, and since take off, found his stomach aching with knots and flutters as the anticipation lingered on. He sighed heavily, opening himself to the Force and letting it flow peacefully through his being, feeling its gentle waves roll across his form. This was going to be a long day, whether it grew eventful or not, but he hoped he wouldn't have to pull a single trigger.

 

-Aurora-

 

Aurora would be found in her makeshift cabin when Tobias came looking for her, the weapon she had collected at Felucia fresh in hand as she practiced her form with by memory. She knew not what laid ahead for her, only that the tension in the air was thick, causing her to feel uneasy. This was the only way she knew to calm herself.

 

-Mythos-

 

Mythos snarled as the Jedi communications echoed through-out the Steadfast, the Shistavanen boiling with anger. If he hadn't been so cramped in the small shuttle, he would have likely smashed something. But for now, he kept quiet. He would await Slaughter's orders, but if they were as pacifistic as the Jedi's were starting to become, he'd storm the place himself. In his line of work, negotiations were only for show to get the enemy to let down their guard, and he wasnt about to be caught empty handed by the Black Sun.

 

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Vos's image appeared next to Master Draygos own. He was currently still aboard his own ship, flying in formation. This meeting was too important to miss though, so he made sure he chimed in, after encrypting the transmission to match the others as well to chat in private.

 

"This feels like a stalling tactic. However if they are sincere about trading Raven, perhaps that is our chance to deliver a strike team inside the station? My team could land, retrieve the Empress, and get her out and to safety.  Once she is aboard my ship- the ship leaves. That would leave the strike team in the hanger to..." He gestured to convey 'you all know what I mean' "In any event if we attack after we secure Raven, it might demonstrate that we cannot keep our promises. Which could come back to bite us in the future. They wouldn't expect us to break the promise now though, which is nice. Gives us the option to retrieve her."

 

 

 

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((Bruce Slaughter))

 

Bruce Slaughter couldn’t have possibly missed the flash of recognition that briefly crossed the face of the former Jedi Grandmaster, despite the fact that the two had almost certainly never met. There was no mistaking the twinge of her lips as anything but utter disgust. But the Admiral couldn’t spare a moment to reflect on what might have inspired that glance of disgust; billions of lives were depending on the outcome of this battle.

 

Thoughts of what the Black Sunners might do flit through his mind: yes, they might execute the Imperial Head of State, they might attempt a break-out, they might even scuttle the entire station out of spite. All of those were possibilities; what the Admiral knew was that to retrieve Zinthos, they would have to assault the station directly. The casualties would be enormous and they might not even reach their quarry in time. Unless…

 

“No time for a siege or anything subtle, just take the station head on and try to reach Zinthos before they execute her. We’ll take our forces along the starboard and catch the Star Destroyers in a crossfire. Suggest that your Jedi spearhead assault and my marines will hold the door open. You can move more quickly than us--and if she is wounded, she may need a healer.”



 

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((Armiena Draygo))

 

For a few seconds, Draygo just looked at Alluyen, her stony expression affording her an appearance not entirely unlike that of an overgrown bird-of-prey. Then she glanced towards her side at a speaker not within the holoprojector’s field of view and a muscle in her cheek twitched. It was true, Black Sun was one of the most prolific purveyors of the most repulsive trade in the galaxy--few beings would regret any casualties required to bring them low and even fewer would mourn the destruction of the criminal syndicate.

 

But she had seen this scenario before. Armiena hadn’t been present, but she had watched the sensor data, over and over and over until she wanted to tear her hair out.

 

All she said was: “And the station?”

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Adenna nodded at Slaughter and, considering the lack of true opposition, sighed at the decision before them. "Then we attack. Master Vos, take your ship in if you can, as well as all with you. Work with the GA Marines and our other shuttles, we will assault the station from multiple locations. The Empress is Force sensitive, and likely her pain will be a beacon. Have all the Jedi to use that pain as a guide to her location while the Marines secure the way." To Slaughter, she said, "Civilian casualties are to be avoided, but there likely isn't anyone truly innocent on that station, so do not put your men in danger over them."

 

She addressed Master Draygo, "Once the Empress is secure, we will pull whatever intel we can quickly acquire and evacuate. Let the station melt along with any Black Sun ships that refuse to surrender. If the Empress is killed, evacuate and the fleet will slag it. That station is too valuable to be left in the hands of the enemy so they can continue to generate more and more money for the expansion of their criminal and terrorist enterprises. Any corporation who takes losses can suffer them as is their right for doing business with such a corrupt entity.

 

"The plan is as it was: the fleet punches a hole through to the station for our assault shuttles. The assault teams land and rescue the Empress and whatever other captives may be on the station. They evacuate once they have secured her. The fleet will destroy whatever Black Sun ships don't surrender. Any enemy ship that is firing is to be slagged, but any enemy ship that is disabled or powered down is to be spared until after the fight." With a pointed look at the Galactic Alliance commander, she said, "The Jedi Order doesn't condone indiscriminate slaughter. We bring justice to the guilty, but we also aren't going to massacre the helpless. Let the courts try any prisoners and give them fair justice after the battle is over.

 

"May the Force be will us all."

 

With one last somber nod, she turned and left the briefing room to return to the bridge so she could be there when the fighting began. As soon as she was there and received readies from all ships in the fleet, the attack would begin in earnest. One way or another, many scum would receive justice long overdue.

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The Black Sun ships maintained their position under the cover of the station. Outnumbered two to one, the proud navy of the oldest criminal underground organization stood ready to die under the heavy guns of  the once formidable galactic alliance, that old and decrepit organization. That foul alliance had spanned the galaxy for nearly a decade, the combined foetus of mother Empire and father New Republic, destined for the garbage bins where it should have been left a decade before. But for now its last waning strength was martialed  against the Black Sun. Whose last Prince stood defiant on the bridge of his star destroyer, looking death in the face.

 

“Marie give us a target map while we wait for their response.”

 

The teenage captain, her brunette hair tied back above her cybernetic unit nodded at him and her holographic image shifted out of its place to stand beside him as the heavy sensors of the Marie reported back in detail the full locations of the enemy fleet, as well as the two interdictors who blocked easy escape.

 

“Tightband it. Send it out. Now. Prepare for sensor jamming, alert the Uriels as well.”

 

Before all communications were jammed by the enemy fleet,  this would at least get out. In a few seconds the packet had hit the holonet and disappeared into the stars. The young commander of the Marie nodded and her holograph disappeared. 

 

He pointed at the main comms officer, and the channel to the Alliance was opened again.

 

“Well do we have terms?”

 

His hands gripped the bridge railing in front of him. His bright blue eyes narrowed to slits.

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((Armiena Draygo))

 

Armiena reached to her side and shut down the holorecorder, causing the azure ghost of her form to waver and fade. For a few seconds, she just placed her chin on the peak of her fingers and stared into the unfamiliar controls of the B-Wing. Sensor data, fed to the heavy starfighter by the arrays of the Justice’s Mandate, continued to waver as the ships of the formation danced their ballet of brinksmanship. Finally, she reached under her leg and withdrew a comlink. The device had been recording all throughout the meeting, beginning with the moment that the corpulent body of Bruce Slaughter had appeared.

 

“We need to get on that station,” the veteran Jedi eventually declared. She climbed onto the wing of the fighter-bomber and shoved away the excess weapons she had gathered (“What the pfask!” shouted one of the deck hands at seeing her domain being littered.) “Minimal killing, might need to actually talk to someone there--oh, good, ion cannons. They’re going to vape the station the moment that Zinthos is clear. Can’t let that happen,” she continued, clambering back into the two-seater cockpit and checking the straps on the portable life-support vest. “Too much intel, too much creditflow, too much… people.”

 

“Genesis,” she turned around, facing her apprentice with a grin. “You have any time in an A/SF-01? Sims or the real deal?”

 

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((Bruce Slaughter))

 

Bruce stepped away from the holocomm, the image of the Jedi Grandmaster and the ad hoc council winking out of existence along the wall. Behind him, a junior officer was waiting with apprehension written on the face of the Durosian, a comlink in his hands. That would have been the Black Sun commander, the dilettante who had answered when Slaughter had allowed his temper to get the better of him and idiotically mouthed off to the entire star system.

 

“Yeoman. Standing order to the bridge crew.” Slaughter’s face twisted into a half-hearted attempt at a grim smile. “I am not to be allowed to transmit on a comlink over an open frequency. Ever. Wrestle it out of my hands if you have to.”

 

The Admiral plodded towards the center of the bridge and leaned heavily on the tactical pit. Somewhere in the background, a comlink was still buzzing with the Black Sunner’s attempt to contact the Galactic Alliance flagship.

 

It was time to give the commander their response. “Commence the attack.”


At that moment, the starboard batteries of the Steadfast rained crimson fire along the flight path of the Audacity and Surprise, gently encouraging any starfighters and corvettes in their sector to take evasive maneuvers as the twin DP20 Gunships plowed into the breach with a wing of X-Wings. Steadfast and Fidelity then took a hard turn to starboard, bringing their portside batteries to bear upon the Holofernes. Seconds later, the twin capital ships of the Galactic Alliance opened fire with matching boardsides upon the Star Destroyer, their barrage accompanied by the lighter broadsides of the heavy cruisers within their formation.

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Adenna was on the bridge of the Adi-Wan when Delta's message asking for terms came through. Though she didn't want to respond, she felt it was needed. Without identifying herself, she spoke calmly and clearly over the general comms. "The Jedi Order will not allow terrorists to hide behind unarmed hostages, nor use them as shields. It is time for Black Sun to face justice. Any ship that does not want to be destroyed should remain powered down and their crews will be treated according to Galactic POW conventions. Any ship that is fighting will be destroyed. If the Empress is harmed, all Black Sun prisoners after this battle will be considered war criminals and tried as such."

 

When all were in position, Adenna watched as Admiral Antilles ordered the attack in conjunction with their Galactic Alliance allies. The ships of Fleet Group One and the Relief Flotilla commenced their assault. The Adi-Wan began to advance into a position to be able to use its substantial firepower against the Black Sun capital ships while the frigates, minus their interdictor, focused their firepower against the nearest Victory class Star Destroyer. The corvettes would primarily serve as anti-fighter screens. Several squadrons of fighters and the bombers remained out of the fray, waiting for the enemy to become engaged so they could escort the assault shuttles against the station itself.

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Kel's gaze was fixed upon the lightsaber in his hand. Like many others he was waiting for the moment they would be sent into battle. As a Jedi and a sage of the Baran do he abhorred the thought of killing senselessly. Like the Sith, the dark sun spread chaos and crushed many worlds under their tyranny. To Kel they were practically one and the same. Still, he would be lying to himself if he thought part of him wasn't feeling a tinge of anxiety. He had seen battles before battle before through his master's teachings and even witnessed the fallout of it firsthand on Chandrila. This would be his first time fighting on the frontlines. his thoughts were interrupted when his communicator pinged. he saw that it was a message from master on an encrypted channel. Kel hooked his lightsaber back on his belt loop and went to leave the shuttle while reaching out through the force with his mental presence asking the fellow jedi to follow him. once the two of them left the shuttle, he showed her his communicator and the two of them listened to the briefing in private away from any eavesdroppers.

 

 

Kel felt a resonance with Master Adenna as she gave out orders. A lot of her words mirrored his thoughts as well as his beliefs. It was a great reassurance that someone like her was leading the order. He was also surprised to see that master Tobias had joined them. He also wondered for a moment why he heard master Sandy over the transmission as well. wasn't she tending the wounded on the medical frigate? Did she plan on fighting in spite of her recent injuries? If Kel knew her as well as he thought, it was most likely the latter. once transmission ended Kel couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "If I know my master, she'll probably be joining us soon. I did what I could to heal her after the battle with the Mandalorians, but she still hasn't fully recovered yet. she's certainly skilled, but in her current condition, we're gonna have to do most of the leg work. I'll be counting on you Aleria."

 

 

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| Capital Ship Group |

The Holofernes and its sister the Mephistopheles, with their recessed bridges sat like wicked dark knives against the bright glow of the stars. The three smaller knives of the Sariel's Judgement, Red Hussar, and Silent Spring sat in repose in front of the larger vessels, forming a secondary defensive perimeter outside of which lay the fighter and bomber groups, as well as the St. Cathryne, Canto Bight Fiasco, and the corvettes Totenkopf II, Marie, and Rhoades. All together they lay in three layers a defense in depth tactic as would be used on many battlefields.

 

The first encroachment of the Allied fleet was met by this defense in depth. Galactic Alliance corvettes, Audacity and Surprise gently accepted into the maw of death. The great ships of the Galactic alliance were still far too out of range to do much damage to the capitals, so the two Star Destroyers simply shot at the closest targets, being the DP-20s, with nearly every battery as they waited for the larger ships to come into range.

 

The St Cathryne, being a ship designed for engagement spat siege torpedoes at long range towards the Steadfast the great siege torpedoes flying with all the mass of starfighters themselves. Carrying tonnes of high explosive.

 

The Marie ignited its sensor suite as its smaller guns began to track targets. The sensors combed the battlefield and processed it for data on all ship locations. Using this data from its heavy sensor streams that was beamed to each other ships, the fighters, turbolasers, and other weapons would be directed at expert precision.

 

Summary:

Advancing DP20’s Audacity and Surprise attacked by main fleet elements

Steadfast attacked by siege torpedoes from St Cathryne

All other fleet elements out of effective range, waiting for Allied Advance.

Holofernes takes minimal shield damage.

 

| Starfighter \ Fighter Bomber Group |

The modified ARCs Uriels immediately began their formup in a defensive screen, their powerful directional jammers pointed towards the enemy approaching fleet. Covering the massive formup of the rest of the fighters and bombers who launched a hail of missiles at the approaching fighter wings that followed the Audacity and Surprise. Fired in relative safety behind jamming fields where enemy missiles could not acquire targets, and guided by the sensor data from the Marie, the missiles would make short work of the advancing squadrons. The A-Wings and K-Wings prepared for the enemy fleet to get closer into range before the melee would begin.

 

Summary:

A general barrage of missiles attack the approaching starfigher elements, while the ARCs provide jamming cover.

 

| Dark Sun Defensive Group |

Dark Sun Station was in an uproar. The main captain of the station belayed the order for execution for the Empress. Hoping if things went awry, he could negotiate. However he did order the men and women aboard station to take defensive positions in preparation for boarding.

 

The Heavy guns and launchers prepared for the allied fleet to close within range before they would add their weapons to the Mix.

 

| Delta Seven Three |

You lying bitch. I gave you what you asked for.

 

He shrugged as he watched turbolasers splash uselessly against the outer shields. He would delay until the odds changed in his favour. This would be a day to remember.

 

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Just as everything seemed to rev up, it all just stopped.

 

Aleria’s comm received the same ping as Kel’s, but she followed him out of the shuttle instead of insisting they take the call separately. Regardless, the Kel-Dor made a wise choice leaving the other troops -- and Sanderson -- inside the shuttle out of what was potentially sensitive information. She nodded quietly to him and stood at what she deemed a comfortable distance from him to listen to the ‘War Council’s’ briefing.

 

It was a short, taciturn meeting. Aleria barely knew two people in the group. And yet here they were discussing the fate of thousands -- maybe millions -- of lives. The concept of destroying an entire station and everyone inside was a lot to digest. Although that outcome was suggested as an alternative to a safe rescue, the Grand-master's delivery said everything. She would kill everyone on that station without hesitation. The cold steely tone in her voice was something Aleria had never heard before. It didn’t really seem like it belonged to a Jedi Master, let alone the Jedi Grand-master. But Aleria hadn’t known a long and storied life. And considering some of her life, she wasn’t really a good judge of people’s choices. Maybe that was how it had to be now that Coruscant was destroyed. Maybe the Jedi were warriors now despite everything Jedi of the past did to avoid that outcome.

 

The fleshy part of Aleria’s brow knitted briefly. Her green eye hardened and she instinctively groped at the hilts secured to her hips. When she returned to Kel, his expression seemed a bit worse for wear despite his chuckle. And when he mentioned Sandy would be joining the fray, despite her injury, Aleria’s worries doubled.

 

No pressure, right?

 

     “I’ll do what I can Kel. But I don’t think I can follow through with killing everyone on that station. I’ve been with the Jedi most of my life and this seems like a very ‘Un-Jedi’ idea. I’ll fight if they’re shooting at us, but I’m not going to fight every Black Sun agent on that station. I can’t bring myself to murder someone that is just trying to do their job. Who knows what the Black Sun has on them? Who knows why they’re there? We certainly can’t. So why does that give us the right to just go on a killing spree? We’re Jedi, not murderers. If we can solve the problem head-on without casualties, that will always be my first option. And if they threaten you or Sandy I’ll help protect you. But I won’t allow life to be thrown away like that. Yes, we all join the force eventually. But we do so at our own time. I have half a mind to grab a ship and fly out there to take on the mission myself, but I don’t know how to fly. I’d be dead in space and no help to anyone. So, for now, know that I will follow Sanderson despite his unusual Jedi hatred until it conflicts with what I believe is right.” Aleria reasoned, looking at Kel with something of a plea in her one organic eye. But her stance defied her vulnerability and her posture showed strength.

 

She would follow through with what she could.

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-Genesis-

 

"War... it was as necessary as it was unnecessary, a conundrum of their ever was one. In a perfect galaxy, it wouldn't even exist. But we dont live in anything resembling a perfect Galaxy. Therefore, as long as darkness existed, light would have to shine eternally to keep its grasp at bay. Such is the existence of both." - Genesis Stormhelm

 

I sat in silence as I gazed upon Armiena, her reaction toward what had just transpired causing me to become slightly uneased. I knew we were headed to war, but I did not expect the Jedi to become the aggressors. It was slightly disheartening to see this unfold before me, but perhaps I was merely lost in inexperience and their wisdom was unfounded in my eyes. Yet, I sensed that Armiena felt a similar way.

 

Clamoring to my feet as Armiena took off, I had little time to react save for listening as she went about readying the B-Wing and following her example. After climbing aboard, taking the rear seat as she took the front, her head swiveled to meet mine as she posed a question that only left me stammering in a daze of dumbfoundedness. 

 

"Neither Master." I revealed to her, a sense of confusion  mixed with disappointment  echoing in my voice as I spoke. "But I'm a quick learner."

 

-Mythos-

 

As the trumpets of war resounded, klaxons echoed once again as the hangars outside spurred to life, Mythos grinning as his heartbeat fastened. He knew what it meant and as the Steadfast let loose her hellish volley, engines roared a mighty growl as fighters took to open space. Finally, it seemed, that the voice of reason had resolved the issue and the pacifistic voice had grown drowned out by it. 

 

"War is upon us. Let us face it with dignity and honour." Mythos spoke aloud to the men he had boarded with, some of which smelt of fear and anxiety as their transport followed the fighters out into open space. "These cowards have ran amuck for far too long now with little consequences, and we are here to dish it out in tenfold. Let us make sure vengeance is delivered properly."

 

Mythos' voice was a coarse mumble compared to most, but it was still loud enough that the members present could hear it over the growl of his excitement.  Today was the day that the Sunners would meet their fates.

 

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Kel watched Aleria as they listened to master Adenna's transmission. He noticed that a few of her facial expressions were a but strange. part of it seemed normal for human facial expressions, but the other part seemed stiff and almost mechanical. he had suspicions from his earlier probe, but he chose not to pry. His brow noticeably relaxed as he listened to Aleria. it had been a while since he had spoken with Jedi that weren't masters or instructors. He felt that he could speak to her as an equal.

 

"Thank you Aleria. I understand exactly what you're saying. As a Baran do sage and a Jedi, I'm opposed to senseless violence.  However, I believe that what we're doing here is right. The black sun needs be made an example of. With the galaxy in it's current state, we need to show everyone that groups like them and the sith can't run amok while we're here to do something about it. Although if there is a way that we can avoid needless killing then I will gladly assist you. And I won't give a druk if Sanderson doesn't like it. I'd even help you fly that ship, but my concern for master Sandy's safety is a bigger priority. And I will do what I can to protect you to. We Jedi have to stick together do we not?" he stretched out his left hand for her to grasp in a firm hand shake. "I'll say it once more for good measure. I'll be counting on you Aleria. may the force be with us."

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A swollen transmission packet from the Marie hatched across the rest of the Axis Armada, the unraveling of information was a flare for the Sith Empire to move. Like wolves, poised with their unruly burning engines like the hungry maws of beasts with teeth bared, they stalked closely. The wide-spread intelligence that spider-webbed their consoles, stirred an uproar of enthusiasm across every able-bodied crew member, which in turn unleashed a bevy of outcries from the mouths of those readied to battle. Distinct coordinates were locked, and within a concise window of opportunity, the synchronization of the Axis came into play. Contingents hailing from the red world Korriban, marshaled onto the Scarab, ushering in familiarity from the tempered banners of Qaela Darksong and Commander Valinor. Sheog the Monstrous entrenched the hallowed steel-ways of the Scarab, his presence alone was a bloat to the conviction of the madmen that idolized his inhumanity, he had returned and the winds of his power seethed through vessel promiscuously. Telperion Ar-Pharazon began to flourish a madness of her own, eating from the same apple of lunacy as her Father once did. She held a promise to power that would soon unloose itself inside of her once ripe. The Lords and Ladies of the Sith carried with them an upholstery of power that began to swell as they contributed to the Empire; foot soldiers sworn to their insignia, entire worlds that whispered their names, all in accordance to the singularity of the Dark Lord of the Sith.

 

While the oriflamme of the Demon of the Sith had been tossed to the side, Neo Krell had risen in its stead with withdrawn purpose, arriving now to demonstrate his commitment to his brothers and sisters. A demonstration Lady Nyrys had no need of. The omen of Ailbasí Zirtani and her banners, was the font of unblemished pandemonium. To expect, was to fail, when opposing her. Unpredictability covered the footsteps of her journey, and rumors of her spread from cannibalism to the seduction of Mandalore. The Elder of Chaos, Lord Vashe Rhazien, would keep an eye on this one. Her elegance and efficiency was pivotal, and hailed as the paradigm for succession within the Sith Empire. It was this woman that approached the bridge, while legions of loyalists to the Empire swarmed one man that stood outstandingly different than the rest. King Exodus, the immortal incarnate to the ilk of shadows, first of his name. Deliverer of the Drinking Dark, a creature that rolled from the bedsheets tangled between Lady Death’s legs to stave the fall of the Sith. Obsidian-bone interlaced the black-polished metal plates that armored his body, the gloomy lighting bridge-wise reflecting a number of runes that were beautifully etched into them. A raised fist. A surge of necromantic power. Before him, the beginning of war began to take form, inky smoke coalescing off of the black iron of his fleet. Exodus gazed upon his domain with dark pride.

 

 

Staring, the ocean of space became his fixation.       


 

Not a second more was spared when the flare sounded, as the Armada of the Sith Empire hyper-jumped, expectedly landing inside the interdiction field appropriated by the enemy forces. The theater of war was sensational, the crawl of battle looked to have just entered the earliest of stages, as vessels realigned themselves to the outnumbered Black Sun Fleet and began to fire away. The magnitude of the Sith Armada emerged gargantuanly from the black of space, already drawn into formation. Hauntingly, the sheer presence of a Dreadnought, and the harrowing vice painted across the large ships of the Sith, was a menacing wonder to behold. Their jump was precise and afforded them an angular vantage point on the vessels that interrupted their trajectory with deployed gravity wells. The Sith Fleet landed in from above, and to the ‘four’ of a particular enemy, inclined at a 90° slant towards the MC90 Cruiser identified as the Adi-Wan. The Bleeding Kyber remained just beneath the Scarab, while the remainder of the fleet molded a defensive shell around the dreadnought. Like scores of locusts, star-fighters from every warship within the Sith Armada belted from their hangars and maneuvered close to central command. Simultaneously, a thunderstorm of weaponry rained down onto the crown of the Adi-Wan. Thousands and thousands of batteries erupted from the Scarab, accompanied by the entire complement of heavy ion cannons as well as the munitions from the rest of the fleet.  


 

From the shadows they struck, leveraging the intelligence from the Axis fleet, and positioning themselves to strike crudely into the ranks of those that would bring war to his sector.

 

 

"Kneel and submit to the Dark.. Or you will be knelt."

This whisper was an utterance under his breath, a promise filled with fire.

 



 

[Summary: The Sith Fleet answers the call for reinforcements. First placement was the rendezvous point, in which positional intelligence would be reported. The advanced systems of the SSD did well to acquire information from the Marie and framed their jump to coincide with the delivery of such critical data. Once the information was in place, the Sith Fleet jumped to battle position and unleashed onto their immediate target, understanding that negotiations had already been forfeit. The Scarab is positioned above the Adi-Wan (and at the four, if the MC90 is at their 12), but inclined at a 90° angle. The Kyber is underneath the Scarab, at a safe distance and in formation. While the remaining ships have formed a defensive coat across the length of the Scarab. All ships, and all weapons have fired and are firing a surprise onslaught onto the crown of the MC90 (top half), while each of the major vessels have begun to deploy their star-fighter screens.]  



 

SITH EMPIRE WAR CHEST.

AP 22.


 

Warspite

Ship Class: Corvette

Type: Warrior-Class Gunship

Crew: 44 Crew, 36 Gunners

Fighters: 2 TIE Defender Squadrons

Armaments:

10 Turbolaser Cannons

8 Laser Cannons

4 Concussion Missile Tubes

Antimissile Octets

 

Sunder

Ship Class: Corvette

Type: Warrior-Class Gunship

Crew: 44 Crew, 36 Gunners

Fighters: 2 TIE Defender Squadrons

Armaments:

10 Turbolaser Cannons

8 Laser Cannons

4 Concussion Missile Tubes

Antimissile Octets

 

Hyperion

Ship Class: Frigate

Type: Ardent-class fast frigate

Crew: 1400

Starfighter/Troop Complement:

1 Squadron TIE Predators

1 Squadron Scimitar Assault Bombers

2000 Assault troops

Armaments:

8 Turbolaser Batteries

6 Point Defense Batteries

4 Ion Cannons

2 Tractor Beams

AP: 2

 

Blackblade

Ship Class: Frigate

Type: Ardent-class fast frigate

Crew: 1400

Starfighter/Troop Complement:

1 Squadron TIE Predators

1 Squadron Scimitar Assault Bombers

2000 Assault troops

Armaments:

8 Turbolaser Batteries

6 Point Defense Batteries

4 Ion Cannons

2 Tractor Beams

AP: 2

 

The Bleeding Kyber

Ship Class: Star Destroyer

Type: ISD-II

Crew: 9700, 303 gunners

Fighters: 3 TIE/IT Interdictor Squadrons [Kain Variant], 3 K-Wings Squadrons [Kain Variant], 2 TIE Defender Squadrons.

Armaments:

50 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries (20 Forward, 15 Left, 15 Right)

50 Heavy Turbolaser Cannons (20 Forward, 10 Left, 10 Right, 10 Aft)

20 Ion Cannons (10 Forward, 5 Left, 5 Right)

8 Octuple barbette turbolaser

10 Tractor Beam Projectors (6 Forward, 2 Left, 2 Right)

 

The Black Scarab

Ship Class: Sith Star Dreadnaught

Type: Cerberus-class

Crew: 300,000 crew

Armaments: (Modified)

2000 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries

2000 Turbolaser Batteries

500 Heavy Ion Cannons

500 AG-2G Point Defense Laser Cannons

250 Heavy Concussion Missile Launchers

50 Siege Torpedo Launchers

40 Heavy Tractor Beam Projectors

Upgraded Shielding and Armour Package

Recessed Bridge and Shield Generators

Complement: 12,000 Assault Troops, 6 TIE Defender squadrons, 6 K-Wing Bombers, 6 TIE/vn Silencer Squadrons, 6 Scimitar Assault Bomber Squadrons

AP: 12

 

[TIE/IT INTERDICTOR ; KAIN VARIANT]

 

A similar design change was implemented in the now-constructing group of TIE/IT Interdictors, adding base model hyperdrives and aftermarket navi-computers. The result was a slightly extended fuselage on most of the craft, and perhaps a slight bit more sluggish maneuverability, but at least they would be able to join the rest of the fleet in hyperspace. It also didn't diminish their arsenal capabilities in the slightest, being loaded with six plasma torpedoes, six homing missiles, and the standard sixteen proton bombs each, which wasn't even taking into account the standard laser cannons they were designed with.

 

[K-WINGS ; KAIN VARIANT]

 

the K-Wings, diverse heavy hitters with 18 customizable hardpoints to attach missiles and the like. The standard layout Kain chose to have for their hardpoints was four plasma torpedoes, flechette bombs, six homing missiles, and four chain-linked slugthrowers with 1,200 armor-piercing rounds total between them, as well as two discord missiles. The buzz droids in these missiles were painted matte black and designed to be near invisible in spacial combat until it was too late to realize you were in a field full of them. They were equipped with a small IFF receiver, allowing them to easily distinguish between friendly ships and hostile ones. Otherwise, their function practically remained the same, use maglocks to latch onto enemy craft, particularly starfighters, and shred them to pieces.

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Adenna stood watching the opening salvos of their battle commence, waiting to see what the enemy would do. They remained solid, not advancing or retreating, and opened fire with long range weaponry. Some of the Galactic Alliance's forward advances took a sizable amount of fire and some of her own fighters were reporting incoming missiles. There were a few reports of hits among her squadrons, but range was still too great for effective missiles on either side.

 

As the Allied fleet was beginning to close into effective firing range for their main ships, Adenna felt a pressure form in the back of her mind. It didn't have anything to do with going into battle itself: she had done that dozens of times on various scales. This was something different, something far darker.

 

Before she could parse what the source was, the source found them. Alarms blared as several massive ships dropped out of hyperspace right on top of them. Even before everything began to register, they were under heavy fire.

 

"Redirect power from weapons to reinforce shields!" Admiral Antilles shouted. Lights briefly flickered and the ship shook as it took some hits to armored hull. The Mon Calamiri designed this ship to take a beating, and it would indeed take that beating for the moment. He didn't know how they got so close to their fleet with the interdictor fields up, but that didn't matter now. The ship's shields were humming at overtime, but they were able to hold back most of the enemy fire for now.

 

Adenna could feel the massive oppression of the Dark Side as soon as the enemy fleet dropped in. There was no question that it was the Sith. She had been waiting for an opportunity to face them, just not in a situation of their choosing like this. She had battled many scum like Black Sun, but never gone up against the Sith themselves. She only wished that they had been on the attacking end, not the one that had been ambushed.

 

With the presence of such Force using evil among them, the Jedi needed to band together and resist now more than ever. She had never had experience with the skill Battle Meditation, but she did know how to reach out to other Force sensitives. She reached out with the Force and began touching every Jedi's mind in the system, urging them to stand strong, to link together, and to resist the Darkness. She tried to infuse all of the Jedi with her own personal conviction to stand against the Darkness, her determination not to fail here, and her defiance against such evil pressure that was now facing them. Even if they were to die here today, she was determined that the Jedi and their allies would die fighting.

 

While she was doing that, Admiral Antilles and his other commanders were not standing by idle. They knew nothing of the mystical, but they knew combat. "Increase speed to flank," he commanded, "we need to get some distance between us and that Super Star Destroyer. Launch all flak missiles, focus on their hangar. Bring us in closer to the Black Sun fleet and engage at close range, but do not stop until we are through their fleet."

 

The eight squadrons of bombers and their escorts that had been staying with their fleet swung around and faced the incoming Sith swarms. Rather than moving to engage, they fired a barrage of missiles at the gaping hangars of the Sith Star Destroyers and the area between the fleets. These missiles, rather than being directed at a particular target, simple exploded in front and slightly within the Sith's squadrons. Each missile had a ton of durasteel shards each the size of a human's forearm that sprayed toward the fairly clustered Sith fightercraft using their velocity to increase their mass to more dangerous proportions. It wasn't the most effective weapon against a widespread pitch battle, but it could prove more dangerous to gathered craft freshly coming from a central location.

 

As soon as their single salvo was unloaded, the bombers circled around and withdrew to return to their own fleet as it continued on its path toward the Black Sun fleet. The Sith fleet was starting at a slower velocity, not yet at full speed while the Jedi forces were already moving. Admiral Antilles intended on putting distance between the two fleets and getting their own forces between the Sith and Black Sun so missed fire might damage their enemy. Though it would be costly, he ordered the fleet to push through the Black Sun fleet at full speed then fully position the enemy forces between them to limit firing solutions. The Shii-Cho, a Lancer class frigate, remained in the front of the fleet, but not too far out. It would offer anti-fighter screening against Black Sun's forces as they pushed.

 

With the field of battle having changed drastically, the two CC-7700's shut down their gravity well projectors. The Solari with Fleet Group One began powering its engines for a jump to hyperspace using its contingency coordinates. Fleet Group Two under Commodore Neldis smiled slightly as he received orders to move against the Dark Sun Station and engage with ion cannons until its defenses were down. He was then to bypass the station and join the main battle, coming up from behind to engage with extreme prejudice.

 

Summary

Adi-Wan is now on defensive mode and beginning to take damage: it will only fire minimal barrages from energy weapons (turbolasers and ions) but will be able to fire missiles.

Jedi Fleet Group One and the Relief Flotilla, already advancing towards the Black Sun Fleet, are moving to flank speed to get distance between them and the Sith fleet while it gets up to speed.

Flak missiles are aimed at the hangar bays and surrounding areas of the Sith Fleet as they launch fighters.

Interdictors are powering down, the one closest to the Sith forces is preparing to jump to hyperspace.

Fleet Group Two is moving to engage Dark Sun Station.

Main Jedi fleet will focus on the VSD Sariel's Judgment when they get into range

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A wry smile snaked across sallow cheeks covered in shadows.

 

“The Dark Lord of course. Can you not feel his eminence? His shadow permeates even this far from the bridge.” 

 

Valinor laughed. And placed her hand on the shoulders of her apprentice. 

 

“I would expect the Jedi to come at us very soon, so I would be wary, follow the lead of those around you. Feel their anticipation. Their anger, their worry.” The hand tightened its grip, as the other swept wide, encompassing all the troopers and pilots who sat or stood in the hanger. “Consume it like a meal. Let their emotions fuel you.” 

 

The decking beneath their feet shuddered as the turbolasers began their steady churn. 

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There was no need to give the order or to divert A-Wings; anti-missile drills were a familiar routine to every naval officer who served with Admiral Slaughter. The Incisor, a swift Warrior-class Frigate that crossed along the arc of the flagship’s bow, began blasting away at the incoming siege torpedos with her laser cannons and antimissile octets. Unless the torpedoes were composed of the hideously expensive diamond-boron alloy, very little would remain of them save for a magnificent explosion and jagged shard of steel housing flying at a respectable fraction of lightspeed.

 

His attention, at that moment, was divided between the movements of the Jedi on their flank and the probing attack by the two DP20 Corvettes. Small, light, and maneuverable, the sister ships twisted their way through a hail of turbolaser fire with an agility that some starfighter pilots would have admired. Just like the flotilla behind them, they shifted their fire from the frantically weaving starfighters towards the incoming missiles, spattering the black with spots of red-orange fire and granting several of their starfighter escorts a reprieve from their evasive maneuvers. To their dismay, however, their missile launchers were unable to find targeting solutions on the incoming fighters.

 

But they were dying. The ships were never intended for a prolonged engagement of capital ships, and each hit of a turbolaser on their shields was devastating. The port shields on the Audacity buckled and fell after being caught by a long-range hit, and though the agile little corvette immediately rolled to present an undamaged flank, it was only a matter of time before that other flank fell or the fighters strafed its unshielded port. Slaughter considered calling recalling the corvettes, but his line of thought was interrupted by another message from the crew pits.

 

“Sir, another entry from hyperspace.” The Admiral felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down his back. “It’s the Scarab.”

 

Had Slaughter looked off to starboard, he would have seen a vast, seemingly malevolent triangular craft rush out of hyperspace akin to the spearhead of an ancient polearm. But there was no need, as that dominating presence filled the holographic tactical pit dwarfed even the stylized, geometric symbols that indicated the presence of the allied and Sith ships. Few events focused the mind quite like the reversion of a Star Dreadnought from hyperspace within firing range.

 

“Right, never mind the maneuvers,” Slaughter heard himself saying. “Just go straight at ‘em, flank speed. Don’t stop for anything. Even shields, all firepower to front. Whatever the Jedi shoot at, we blast ‘em.”

 

The overmatched corvettes would not have to fall back, as reinforcements were coming to them. The sublight engines of the main line of the Galactic Alliance bloomed blue-white as they accelerated towards Dark Sun Station, followed by a wave of crimson rain that focused on the Sariel’s Judgement. That sheet of light was answered by the hundreds of pinpricks of fighters that had been allowed to slip from their hangars--first, naturally, the A-Wing interceptors, whose pilots floored their throttles with stereotypical aplomb and sent their craft racing above and below the dogfight in an attempt to catch the ARC fighter-bombers outside of the protective arc of their jamming projectors.

 

The remainder of the fleet plowed into the fray with all the subtlety of an irritated reek charging into a tourist’s landspeeder. The Phalanx, an obsolete Dreadnaught, finally met a task suitable for its hull as a stable, heavily-armored platform as her myriad laser batteries blasted away at the squadrons of starfighters. The Kalidor added to the antistarfighter barrage and swatted missile after missile out of the void. Steadfast and Fidelity, true to Admiral Slaughter’s orders, stopped for nothing.

 

The Misericordia, at the rear of the allied formation, was left behind. But the crew of Imperial II-class Star Destroyer had no intention of being left out of the glory. The black dagger turned towards the Adi-wan and her engines lit up to join her, both flanks alight in turbolaser fire. On her port, the barrage was focused on the Sariel’s Judgement; her vengeance was directed towards the Warspite on her starboard.

 

Summary:

Audacity and Surprise take significant damage due to being singled out by the Black Sun fleet, but are joined by the remainder of the fleet.

A-Wings focus on ARCs responsible for sensor jamming.

Lighter ships in the GA formation blast away missiles before returning to antistarfighter duty.

GA capital ships focus turbolaser fire on the VSD Sariel’s Judgement and charge forward.

ISD-II Misericordia turns to join the Jedi flagship Adi-wan and fires upon the Warspite in the Sith fleet.

 

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... need to be made an example of... 

 

Aleria's one green eye drifted to just behind the Kel-Dor's head, followed slowly by her artificial one, and set on a durasteel fixture jutting oddly from the wall. It looked like a vent of some kind that didn’t seem to make any perceptible ventilation sounds. In fact, the more she looked at it, the less she truly understood about its function or its placement. It just sat there immutable and quiet; indignant to any definition. It was almost serene. But everything had a purpose; a direction, right? Even some mysterious gray wall thing had something. Just sabering it from the wall could cause damage. And the damage might be minor, but it would remain until someone came to replace or fix it. But who’s to say that it's wrong? What if it was meant to be cut off? Who can really say or dictate whether something is better in one place than another?

 

Aleria’s forehead glinted under the bright ship lights. She reflexively rubbed at it with the back of her left arm and paused, grazing the tip of her organic finger over the seam between her real face and her synthetic one, mulling over the significance of her accident. She remembered the sage words of Roene and her former master but nothing seemed to apply here. Nothing of this moment reminded her of the order she grew up with. 

 

Then liquid darkness clawed at the ebb of her mind. Spidery appendages delicately pawed at the myriad of organic and synthetic parts of her spine as they climbed the length, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. Aleria quickly snapped her head to another part of the docking bay. Her face was the color of alarm with maybe a touch of excitement. Her hilts lept to her hands and her lips crooked in a slight smile as her former confusion was met with sterling clarity. Wrong or right, this fight just got a lot more interesting. 

 

The young Jedi, realizing her defensive instincts took hold, replaced her hilts at her hips and found Kel’s gaze once more. 

        “You felt that too, huh, Kel? Looks like the Sith came to rumble. As to what you said, I'll do my best. Regardless, we need to get back on that assault shuttle, follow me.” 

 

With no more preamble, Aleria scurried back onto the assault shuttle with - hopefully - Kel following behind. She ignored any and all ire she and Kel wrought from Sanderson due to their absence and waited for her turn to march.

 

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Mordeci hadn't noticed the Dark Lord's presence. Not at first. It had been so ineffably powerful that he didn't realize the growing power on the edges of his mind until Valinor told him of its existence, writhing like a mass of shadowy snakes that were coiled to strike. His hand drifted to his lightsaber almost instinctively. Whoever the Dark Lord was... He was dangerous. More dangerous than anyone he'd want to encounter here, in the past, or in the near future. And yet, here he was, on this warship. In the midst of a battle he knew nothing about. Suddenly, he felt like a child. He knew not the power he toyed with, not as these Sith Lords did.

 

If he were to make his mark, he would need to learn.

 

Before him, as Lord Valinor motioned, he took in the troops' emotions. Pride, anticipation at the battle to come, mixed with the sickly sweet fear of death. He feflt power, though it seemed to pale in comparison to the Dark Lord's. He turned to face Lord Valinor, eager to prove himself worthy to be called a sith, like those around him.

 

"You say the Jedi are coming. Where will they strike? I shall meet them in battle. I shall wet my blade with their blood."

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Sariel's Judgement’s crew were shaken by the heavy fire directed towards the victory class star destroyer. Perspiration stood out on foreheads as fingers flew across control consoles to direct the energy from turbolasers towards the shielding before any significant hits went spiraling through the weakening shields. Several heavy turbolaser bolts fired from the massing Galactic Alliance fleet snuck through in the seconds between shield reinforcement cycles and smashed into the upper armour layers on the upper decks of the Victory class star destroyer. Two of the turbolaser batteries lost power or were ventilated as the duo of turbolaser shots melted armour and decking away in great black scores across the hull. Great bubbles of melted durasteel and carbide composites glowed orange red in the darkness of space as several dozen of the crew were boiled alive at their posts. The shields closed back up over the holes, but the captain knew that several more hits like that, and the Sariel's Judgement would be space debris, leaking oxygen and lives into the void of space. The ship continued to fire at the advancing fleet, but the cycle of the guns were slowed as the shield drew more power away from the main reactor. 

 

The rest of the Black Sun fleet began to work in earnest to address the advancing fleets. The two other victory class star destroyers turned their forty combined Ion cannons as well as several well aimed turbolasers to address the Incisor who was busy savaging away at the siege torpedoes from the St. Cathryne. She continued to let loose load after load of the expensive torpedoes, adding to their weight with her medium turbolasers, all guided from the sensor data of the Marie.  

 

The rest of the fleet turned their formidable connonade upon the Steadfast itself, as the Canto Bight Fiasco, Totenkopf II and the Rhoades spurred forward to address the charging fighters with their specialized laser cannons. Their turbolasers engaging the supporting corvettes and gunships. 

 

The fleet stood ready, and the capitals allowed the failing Sariel's Judgement to open a breach in their second line of defense. Inviting the advancing fleet to enter the grinding maw of the combined star destroyers. 

 

Summary: 

Sariel's Judgement takes moderate damage, slowing its batteries and shields begin to fail. 

Victory class star destroyers Red Hussar and Silent Spring Begin to focus on the anti missile ship Incisor. 

Small ships engage the charging starfighters as well as the charging anti-starfighter ships. 


 

| Starfighter \ Fighter Bomber Group |

 

The ARC’s when their sensors picked up the charging A-Wings cut back on their throttles, allowing the black sun Awings, XJs, and expensive TIE Defenders following them to charge through to decisively engage the Galactic Alliance A-wings. They had avoided most of the fire of the capital ships by staying behind the ARC’s jamming fields until the ARCs cut their sensor pods allowing the massed starfighters clear avenues of engagement. The old designed fighterbombers slowed in the melee and added their own missile volleys to the fray. Guided by the sensors of the Marie and the rest of the fleet. THe Kwings fired their heavy missile volleys to the attack on the supporting corvettes and gunships. Allowing a hail of torpedoes and concussion missiles to speed towards the unsupported smaller ships

 

Summary:

The entire starfighter wing engages the A-Wings. 

The K-Wings engaged the capitals supporting the GA fighters from range. 

 

| Dark Sun Defensive Group | 

 

The Station began to attack the advancing second Jedi Fleet with accurate turbolaser fire and torpedoes. 

 

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((I only just realized that I accidentally posted under this account for Bruce Slaughter. Apologies for the error. I’ll post the character that I’m writing for in every future exchange.

 

Armiena Draygo))

 

“I sympathize. This will be a learning experience for both of us.” Draygo forced a smile and she punched at a compartment below her control surfaces. It fell open with a hollow clank, revealing a kilometer of optical fibre, a stack of circuit boards… and a single datapad. “Really,” she arched an eyebrow. “Only one operations manual for a two-seater?”

 

She tossed it back towards her apprentice and laid her hands on the controls. “All these gadgets that built into starfighters are handy, but nothing beats instinct. I’ve yet to encounter a targeting computer that beats the Force.”

 

Armiena closed her eyes and pushed her back into the firm cushioning of the ejection seat. The dull thrumming of its sublight engines pressed lightly against her right side, and the idling repulsorlifts vibrated lightly under her feet. Around her a surprising amount of energy pulsed through the fighter--the snubfighter clearly boasted an impressive weapons suite and a powerful shield array. An unfamiliar coiling ringed the cockpit, just slightly behind the back of her head. The veteran Jedi had no idea what function this mechanism played, but she would surely find out momentarily.

 

She breathed in.

 

The engines exhaled for her.

 

“Yes. I can do this,” Armiena intoned, her voice having taken on a dreamy quality. Her hands played over the controls in a practiced motion, smoothly retracting the ship’s landing gear, triggering repulsorlifts, and the sublights to propel them from the hangar with an ease that more closely resembled a hardened pilot with many hours of experience. And then they were out in space, the hull of the Nebula-class Star Destroyer rapidly diminishing behind them. They formed up with the remainder of the fighters from the Mandate, approaching the Black Sun fleet.

 

That was when the Star Dreadnought reverted from hyperspace. A tremor ran through the B-Wing’s hull as Armiena’s hand involuntarily twitched and deployed the fighter-bomber’s S-foils into attack position.

 

“Oh.” That was all she had to say in response to the arrival of the Sith fleet. A flick of her left hand reinforced the B-Wing’s forward shields in preparation for the first cataclysmic exchange of fire with the Black Sun.

 

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Many kilometers behind her, Master Sergeant Liliu Kamakaeha gawped at the mess of daggers, blaster power cells, and what appeared to be two low-yield thermal detonators that were left on the formerly pristine deck of her hangar. The curses that escaped her lips could not be recorded on this website, but they were primarily aimed at Armiena Draygo specifically, and the Jedi in general for not adhering to military discipline and leaving divots and explosives on the deck of her hangar.

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-Neo Krell-

 

A blackened blade split the darkness of space and emerged from its hidden confines as the Sith Armada made it's march of war upon the unsuspecting Alliances of the Paragons of Light with the mighty Scarab heading the spear as they exited hyperspace. Cold and deadly omens could be felt through-out its entirety as slivers of darkness crept up the spines of those they targeted. As he watched from the Bridge beside the Dark King, Neo Krell could only smile as the drums of war beat deep within his heart, its rhythm pumping the hastened flow of blood and adrenaline as his silver locks flowed fanciful upon the power that began to emanate from within him. Behind him stood his faithful Forja Sitmyr and the Tukata Hounds upon each side, Skoll and Hati unbound beside their darkened Master as their noses drew to the air and sniffed its bountiful fragrance.

 

As Neo called upon his power, he stepped forward and rose his head, letting a ferocious howl flow forth from his diaphragm just as Skoll, Hati, the Forja Sitmyr and attending hounds resounded it in favor, the bonds of the Force shared between them creeping across the crevasses of their shared minds and hearts as it echoed in that of their allies and ached to flow into them as well, strengthening their resolve and fortitude as it carried its self through the Sith Armada.

 

((Sith Fleet Assist - Battle Meditation))

 

-Mjan-

 

A cold sliver of darkness crept up his spine as Mjan's gaze fell upon the Sith Fleet as it emerged from hyperspace, the Jedi Knight's blood flushing from his red skinned face as it turned a ghostly pink at the sight. Even for a Tsis, it was a dreadful omen to behold such might and raw power. 

 

"So much a quiet evening." Rose chimed in as orders came across the channels, bringing the Jedi back to reality from the horror. "You heard the higher ups. Let's break out the welcome wagon."

 

A confirmed agreement came across from his squad mates as Mjan resounded his own before the X-Wings fired up their engines and giant squared formations of fights began their escort of their flagships toward the Dark Sun Station. He knew it was going to be a fire fight. He only hoped he survived it to see the fireworks.

 

-Genesis-

 

"Sometimes natural reactions just outright beat good old fashioned preparations." - Genesis Stromhelm

 

I was in the middle of overlooking the datapad when Armien's sudden jerk of the controls suddenly brought me back to reality and my grip lost its touch upon the datapad I had been scrolling through when my gaze caught sight of the Star Dreadnought before us, my jaw dropping and a chill causing my form to briefly shiver at its sight.

 

"M-Ma-Master?" I managed to mumble out as my hands reached for the ion cannon controls out of reflex. "What do you mean by 'oh'?"

 

Unlike Coruscant, here I suddenly found myself not knowing how to react and in a sense, froze in the moment. And my Master's simply reply only confused my brain even more as the Darkness emanating from the recent arrivals crept into my core and sent my emotions on the fritz. Closing my eyes, I focused my breathing, attempting to restore my suddenly lost harmony.

 

-Mythos-

 

As the bombardment began, Mythos stood in cold dead silence as the ship rocked back and forth despite still having been issued clearance to leave the hangar. He had long settled himself despite the roaring the klaxons and the sounds of orders and stationary calls being constantly issued across the channels, the Marshal honed to reserve himself whilst in the thickest of things. But yet, he was even surprised when he heard mention of the Sith's arrival to aid their comrades. It was unusual, especially for the power hungered mystics.

 

"Calm yourselves." Mythos grimaced toward the troops whom had grew fearful within the confines of the metallic tomb they thought they were trapped in, turning his gaze toward the pilots behind him. "Get us to that Station now."

 

If one had been looking in, you could tell that the pilot wanted to wait for their orders, but few were brave enough to disregard orders from a Shistavanen, especially one so big. And in minutes, Mythos and his troops found themselves in the blackness of space with a small squadron of escorts. The ships rocked about like a bobber upon a lake as the surrounding fish attempted to take hold of its line, explosions and bolts of fire whizzing about all around them, some of the men yelping like cowards while others kept their composure despite the few odd glares toward Mythos.

 

As for Mythos, he stood once again in silence, preparing himself for what laid ahead. Oh the destruction he would reap on these criminals, these outlaws. But it wouldn't replace what he wished to do to the Mandalorians whom had attacked his beloved Coruscant. Such dreams only tempered a beast for so long.

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As Karys stood observing the sight before him, silent as the other sith moved about around him, he couldn't help but smile a little even if inside he boiled with a silent rage, the wounds of Kuat ever evident. The thrill of war was a scent he could never ignore, forever it would draw him and entice him like a fine wine, forever would they be linked to the other. As the massassi observed the flanks of enemy ships before him from one of the observation ports on the Scarab, he couldn't help but chuckle.


He had to admire the gall of the jedi and indeed all those who stood opposing them. They had walked willingly to their doom, knowing this might be their end and all to rescue one person. It appeared the Empress had more value than he had initially fathomed, that they would risk destruction for her sake. Yet if it was death they wanted, he would not deny them. 

Indeed he had hoped it would come to this. He was owed vengeance, at this he saw it that way...death for the taking of his arm and the humiliation they had caused him to suffer since that day. Only a month ago had he awoken from his coma, the visions that had woken him still seeming fresh. He was still unsure what they meant only that they were important and were not to be ignored. But that was something to dwell on later for now he had a battle to help win. Without another moments notice he marched towards the hangars, purpose in his steps. Although he didn't tend to fly often, Karys was a excellent starfighter pilot, years as a mercenary before his life as a sith had honed his skills in that arena, and today he would put those skills to use laying waste to his most hated of enemies. The Jedi were here in force and he intended to inflict countless suffering upon them. The wrath of him and his people would be known. 
 

Finding a suitable craft he was soon airborne and joining the fray outside looking, at first defending the Scarab before getting a bit more aggressive as things were developing. Soon defense became offense as he glided between the dark of space and the many stars around them. It wasn't long before the first of many victims fell to his laser fire and pinpoint accuracy, expertly guided by his own hand. At least for now, he knew if needed he could always call upon the force to assist him. And yet as he fought he felt the wave of pain, death, destruction, chaos around him. And the boosting affects of the battle meditation likewise boosted his proficiency. 
 

Like a dark vengeful demon, he stalled his prey. And yet among the chaos he was sure he felt something strange, familiar and yet not. He put the thought aside, it was probably nothing important and besides now was no time to dwell on it. Not during a time of battle at least.  

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"The universe started in darkness at a time when light didn't exist, and that is how it will end. Chaos and suffering is what brings us together. In chaos a man or woman will show who he or she really is and in suffering they will speak the truth. We are darkness incarnate, we are the evil. This cannot be denied, even by me. But without us there is no redemption, passion or order." - Darth Akheron

 

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The Ad Hoc war council dissolved, and Tobias was left to look around at the beings crammed in the assault shuttle with him. The few Jedi Knights that were assigned to him, two Jedi Masters, two apprentices, and the pilots. While he would have rather been on his tricked out YT ship, the assault ship was made for this entire situation- taking hits in combat but still being able to deliver infiltrators and survive the clash. 

 

To his relief the YT ship was flying along the outskirts of the battlefield, neither engaging or actively helping the Jedi. They were there just in case something went catastrophically wrong. And within the first few moments of the battle- it did.  He felt the whirlwind as it arrived, and his heart broke as the sudden ramifications flooded his mind. Scenarios played out a dozen a second. 

 

Despite being crammed into the box, he never felt so helpless. He wished he could be in two places at once, and that DuVos had never left with Sarah; that was in the past now and there wasn’t any changing that best to focus on other things. The other Jedi in the shuttle looked at one another, uncertain. If this was how the Force wanted to play things out, this was how he would play them out. He would not ignore his role in the situation, nor the Jedis role. A moment later, Tobias flooded his presence with confidence and determination, and settled into his pre-fight meditation. Collecting the Force around him and drawing it in. It was as if the Force was a hurricane and raining power into a reservoir that he had full control over the button that determined the release of the power. He was the storm and he was the release. They would retrieve Raven, but at what cost to themselves?


 

A very high cost, apparently, as the Sith fleet pulled into real space right then and there and started their assault. Tobias could feel worry and fear in the Force.  A black tidal wave of darkness had just crashed upon their battlefield. He stood his ground in the Force, fighting a wave of fear and panic the Dark side had brought or enhanced. Not giving mental ground, he started to push back, and the wave receded. The other Jedi were quickly replacing their shock with determination. The big, scary Dark Lord was here, and each Jedi would fight him if it came to that. Perhaps even Vos, but he had his mission- they all had a job to do. Part of him tried to forget the nightmare he kept having these past few months, the one where he eventually faced him, not that he was scared of fighting him- but his recent victim at his feet.. 

 

“Alright.” He said aloud to the others around him, snapping himself out of the daze. “Here’s the plan; the pilots are starting to see an opening in the battlefield and they want to try a run on the station. Hornet Squadron is covering us in this region and is going to follow us in. I want shuttles 4-4, 6-7, 8-6, inset down the middle. Shuttles 3-4, 2-2, 5-6, sneak around the other side of the battle, don’t stray too far, we still want to get in there intact.” Tobias stressed that last word, and he didn’t just mean the shuttles. 

 

“Here after you’ll be called Lefty Squad and Pounder Squad. Lefty, the shield generators, artificial gravity pumps, communications, armories- those are your priorities. Pounder- Power Generators, preferably the biggest one if there's multiple. Hook Squad, ours, will break right and go around- a Trident pattern. Regardless of where we are we’ll be able to get some back up one way or another. We’re still under the cover, but we need to move. Squadrons, Reek, Hornet, Moria - Lefty, Pounder, Hook cover them respectively. That covers our sector, Shuttle 5-5, ready?”

 

Awkledgement lights winked on his helmet. 

 

“Begin count. The Ion Barrage is looking good, almost looks like a wave of hyperspace is hitting the station.” He and this small force was about to move into the fire zone. He waited, knowing no one would move until he called out. Suspense was building, and he felt that and the anxiety from the pilots around him. Tobias let out a heavy sigh, reflecting on his life and the responsibility he was now going to incur. He wrapped his hand around the loop above him and felt the right moment; “Go!” And felt the ships engines roar to life. They were all pushed back into one another, most were standing but holding onto hand loops. Barabels fit in vac suits, but not regular chairs. So most of his crew was standing and feeling the push. The internal compensators were just sluggish enough to make them feel the ship go. The shuttles started their run, and Tobias hoped they would all make it. Especially 5-5… He would see what this little crew could do. His, and the other teams.  

 

“This one is impressed as well, Master Vos!” A Barabel hissed behind Vos.

 

Smiling, he nodded at the Knight. “By this little rag-tag company and what we're about to do? Or by fitting into a Vac Suit?" He said, playfully.

 

He nodded his scaley head, baring his fangs in the alien smile. “This One meant the former, but is also amused at the Vac Suit."

 

Scanning the alien and the others in the shuttle, Tobias nodded with confidence. He scanned the crowd of about fifty for his apprentices. Not finding them, he checked his equipment. Combat Vac seal was still good, obviously. Blaster, A280-CFE, utility belt, and of course a few other things, he was ready. And so was the warriors in the shuttle with him. 

 

TL:DR

Assault Boats heading in with cover, except for one who is climbing 'above' the battlefield. (But still covered.)

Assignments for shuttles/battle groups.

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OOC((Duel request for Mythos and Aidan's stunt double aboard the Scarab))

 

A black canvas painted with fleeting streaks of red, green, and blue, along with the occasional orange or blue blossom of explosive energy lay before Darth Nyrys. In another respect, it looked like a top down perspective RTS game, something she would have played with her friends during the Before. This wasn’t her first time being on a warship during a battle, but it was the first time that she had seen the Jedi maintain enough of a spine to commit to an extended firefight. She hadn’t been present at Onderon for the second battle, but she had read reports and according to them, the Jedi ran after only minimal contact. Apparently here they had sought to isolate the Black Sun fleet and overwhelm it with the help of their allies, the fragmented remains of the Galactic Alliance and the treacherous Imperial Remnant. Failures and oathbreakers were fitting company for the hypocritical Jedi.

 

On paper, the Jedi sounded like heroes of legend, warrior mystics dedicated to protecting the light and the people that carry it. Selfless individuals who wielded power but never owned it. Goodness in a vast void of apathy and cruelty. The reality however painted a far less compelling picture. Cultures genocided for failing to step in line, children stolen away from parents and forced into cult like indoctrination, slave armies of clones, planets burned or worse for picking the “wrong” side. War didn’t make heroes, only popular monsters, and the Jedi had been fighting this war for as long as the Sith had.   

 

Nyrys didn’t begrudge the Jedi for the life they chose, in different circumstances she would find it admirable, but their need to force others to surrender to their beliefs was unforgivable. Remembering her mother and father sitting her down and telling her that her Grammy and her aunts and uncles and cousins were all gone still brought forth palpable feelings of grief, loss, helplessness, and rage. It was a massive emotional wound shared by the survivors, and it was left untreated until it festered and became infected. When the Jedi saw what had been born of their actions, they admonished the weeping and the wounded for having such a darkness growing within them, and denied any wrongdoing. So much for champions of justice. The Galactic Alliance would later pardon the Jedi that committed the murders, and he would quietly slip away from the public’s narrow focus as new scandals and controversies arose. But his legacy remained, and the Kuati people would never forget the crimes of the Jedi and the Rebellion.

 

Now that legacy of violence had come to Dark Sun Station, and while killing its adherents would bring no meaningful justice to the dead of Kuat, it might just save the civilians on the station. She cast herself into the infinite chaos of interwoven connections between candle flames in the Force, a web of silver strands reflecting a sourceless iridescent light. After some searching, she found what she was looking for amidst the swirling confusion.

 

“Prepare bay epsilon for a shuttle seizure and inform gunnery that I want this enemy shuttle tractored in. I expect things will go smoothly, but just in case, be prepared to seal and vent the bay should things take an unexpected turn.”

 

The junior officer took the datapad with the shuttle designation and moved with purpose to execute Nyrys’s orders. Nyrys took a moment to regard the Dark Lord, inscrutable as always as he observed the battle unfolding. She wondered if her efforts had been enough to satisfy his expectations for a new agent. Perhaps her doubt was baseless, but it kept her sharp and always looking for ways to better herself.

 

“The Dark Lord is the will, and we are the blade.”

 

She punctuated the motto with a salute of thumping her hand over her heart while holding her sword just below the hilt on the scabbard. Gathering up her apprentice she departed to meet their new prey.

 

“The next phase of your training will require that you overcome an enemy of some ability, an adept of the Force like yourself, in single combat. I will not aid you in this trial outside of preventing outside interference, and failure most likely will result in death. May you find your worth in your sword’s poetry.”

 

The pair arrived at the bay and at Nyrys’s instruction took cover as the gunnery crew began reeling in their prey.

 

“Situations like this, find something that you trust to not fail under enemy fire, and wait for them to blow their load on the charge. They’ll always start with something meant to make people duck or leave cover, deny both, remain level headed, and when they get in range make a clean strike.” 

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War was nothing unusual for Mythos, its core concept close to a meld of hunting and policing, both of which had consumed his life. A veteran Marshal and a natural born hunter, his skills were as they should. And as chaos rippled around them, he was as a stone amidst it's current, solid and unwavering. Beneath the mask where darkness hid his gaze, his eyes were calm and alert, his mind collected and settled, as he gazed about the compartment toward his fellow passengers.

 

Most were still, despite the fear that had settled in their hearts and the unease that tempted their nerves. Some even fought to dismiss the shakes that trembled within themselves. But there were a few whom mimicked his own steeled persona, veterans in their own rights whether as Soliders of many wars or as natural born killers. But such was the way of the Galaxy, and even the paragons of the light held a gravitational pull for those with darkness within. War had that effect, turning sensible beings into vengeful and cold blooded warriors. And in a sense, Mythos was no different than them. After so many horrors witnessed, one would grow to welcome them as naturally as they were to draw breath. These were the beings who stood upon the precipice between light and dark, finding a balance within, lest they fall into its eternal abyss.

 

Mythos' foot slid forward as the transport halted, the confused and freaked pilots frantically accelerating, pressing random buttons only known to them as they attempted to maneuver out of the web upon which they had been caught within. Chaos erupted within the pressurized cabin as those with fear dwelling upon their hearts reacted without thought and some even recited prayers out loud in desperation. But for most, the moment of reality began to set in as the realization of the tractorbeam having grasped them brought forth a fury of emotions. And as for Mythos, the scar upon his back seared with arthritis as his thoughts fell back to Coruscant and the day he recieved it.

 

"It seems we've been caught boys and girls..." Mythos mumbled out loud as his mind returned to the moment, the towering Shistavanen making his way toward the rear and the exit. His large clawed hands grabbed handfuls of rebreathers and tossed them about the cabin. "There's not telling what to expect, so have these at the ready." Mythos gazed down at the one meant for him and seeing that it wouldn't fit, tossed it aside as his gaze shifted toward the front at the pilots. "Ensign, shut her down. There's no use fighting a losing battle."

 

As he turned back toward the rear of the ship at its exit, he grimaced beneath his mask, the sounds of him licking his chops silently echoing beneath its duraplated form as he brought forth the Scatter Rifle that adorned his shoulder to the ready, many of those behind him responding in unison. The inside grew eerily quite as they awaited what some felt was certain doom as only the clatter of teeth and gear managed to escape, the sounds of explosions and finally touch down erupting outside. And then silence fell completely as they listened for what awaited them, the ancient scatter rifle tapping the durasteel palm of his clawed gauntlet.

 

"Hunker down boys. Let's see who will be the first to enter?" Mythos spoke in anticipation, a glimmer in the Marshal's eyes.

 

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T E N S I O N

 

 

 

 

The blackened warships were cocooned in a varnish of staggered smoke, a haunted fleet smeared with the acrylic polish of the most unnatural of predators. Hauls of weaponry sprouted an imagery of death and destruction, overwhelming firepower belching every practical ordnance into the crown of the Adi-Wan.  The distance from the target was at expected length, but the elevated and angular inlet of the Sith Fleet was menacing for any vessel that would undoubtedly fall within range. The blitzkrieg bombardment from the entirety of the Sith convoy would ordinarily tear the hinges off of whatever they deemed prey, the stream of focus-fire super-heating the very fabric of space. 

 

The surprise ambush was orchestrated near flawlessly by way of the communication relays that were left unhampered, and a stoical patience tempered by the strategy of the Spider. The known Jedi ship, a Mon-Cal of all the ships in their repertoire, was weakest from the crest of their design. Surprisingly however, the Mon-Cal remained unblemished, and crawling from those same coordinates was now a shore of star-fighters. The outbreak of firepower from the Black Scarab and the neighboring vessels that shouldered the beast, did little to sway their advancement, but would still rain through them nonetheless. The approach of the Jedi squadrons timed themselves for the immediacy of the hungering Sith squadrons. Widespread formations of TIE/D Defenders howled from their hangers, beginning with those that hailed boastfully from the flagship, ready for a dogfight. The deadlier and more experienced TIE/vn Silencers dispersed like a falling of a flower bloom, into the loose formation of their allied star-fighters. TIE Predators carefully shadowed in from behind the Defenders, the eyes of the formation as they appeared, watching closely for an opening.  

 

“Well will you look at these bad boys!” OM-72-8 cackled hilariously across the communications relay of the infamous OMEGA Squadron, easily amused by the sound of his own voice. Scout was first and foremost in breaking the fermented silence, grinning from ear to ear behind the ominous matte black of his helmet. “These coward fu-” Cursing them in chain, he riled with maniacal laughter and over-confidently roughed his controls, rolling the excellent maneuverability of his Tie/vn Silencer to the forefront of the formation. What followed was an innumerable amount of identical vessels that pulled forward and projected their natural shielding. Six TIE/vn silencer squadrons to be exact, included in such was OMEGA, in conjunction with at least ten squadrons of TIE/D defenders that burped into, and formed an obstructive blockade for the impromptu offensive against them. The swarm was frighteningly swift and plowed through the loose shrapnel, fractures of metal digressing entirely, but still finding damage on a small number TIE/D Defenders that trailed. For a few of the newer pilots, the surprise jeopardized their movement and forced unwieldy collisions. Overall, their transitioning was masterful, a keen testament to the imperialistic discipline stemming from their veterans. The technology of a projected energy shield on the TIE/vn Silencers enabled a soft push towards the opening bombardment, but the make-shift barricade would face perilous exposure if another shelling followed. Strangely, none came, and the enemy fighter squadrons escaped with a curious hit-and-run. 

 

In earnestness, the Sith-Imperial fighters were prepared and had been launched the moment the Sith Fleet pulled from hyperspace, the flight crews and pilots impatiently waiting for hours for the moment that their enemy would be revealed. Unfortunately, the apex of their arrival had been anticlimactic. OM-72-4, or call sign Huntress, sighed deeply as she rolled her eyes into another star system. “Already? They’re running already?!” The pitch in her voice hit a little higher whenever a smidgen of frustration set into her fuzzy eyebrows. All that meant was that call sign Scout, was laughing louder and more obnoxiously for his crew to hear or to mute. “..Wait, wait. Do you feel that? It’s happening again..” Laughter turned to curiosity, and curiosity turned to silence.

 

There was an unmatched wealth of experience in the connectivity of a battle meditation shared between the armies of the Sith that suddenly spiked the totality of their minds. The Dark King could only smile at the unraveling of the events before him, as he passively coupled the power and minds of those that drank from the dark side by the mere settling of his eyes, the many thousands chain-linked to his command. The synaptic fastenings were raw, and eerily intoxicating. The men, the women, and the creatures of the Sith Empire would forfeit any measure of inertia, and succumb to a brilliant and fervent focus. Their minds would become riddled with a euphoric sense of duty that over-matched the imperialistic doctrine that the masses had acceded to, fixating themselves now to the indomitable will of King Exodus and the Dark Side. Their enemies were most likely of the predictable sense, abstaining from the flush of emotion they felt whenever the presence of the Sith drew near, a tantalizing dread that was combined with an attempt to ignore the inevitable shadow that it cast. This was no welcoming, this was far from a familiarity that any Jedi here could understand. This was the drowning of the Light, a submerging of a cowering breed. To feel the itch of evil on their heels, was the understanding that the reaper could now see them, and that Death was here for them all.

 

The Emperor-King nested on a massive bridge, multiple walkways that spider-webbed with varying engineered constructs and the specialists to operate them. The oeuvre of the Anzati Arachnid, every chamber regally set with imperial decorum but equally met with a heavy saturation of Sith grandeur. An spider-legged iron-anchored command throne that opened up to the beautiful vista of battle, sat high above the footbridges to oversee the operations below. Exodus with eyes completely white, perched towards the mammoth view-port, feeling more than his eyes could see within these walls, fanning the flames of an imposing hive-minded concentration. Lady Nyrys kept an endearing proximity for a deal of time, before the hunt had called her name to purpose. 


 

“The Dark Lord is the will, and we are the blade.” 


 

She spoke the words before departure, and the words echoed in the minds of the Imperial Watch, whom made it their business to secure the position of their Emperor. Then, the words chanted across the battle meditation slowly, dripping into the brain-pan of all those that savored the mental convergence. Heavy attack formations now made up the advance guard of the Sith Fleet, constituted by the nine TIE/D Defenders squadrons, six TIE/vn Silencers squadrons, two Predator squadrons, four Scimitar Assault Bomber squadrons, and the brooding tip of the Bleeding Kyber. On their flanks were lighter formations, Blackblade and Warspite on the left flank, Hyperion and Sunder on the right flank. The rest of the fighter squadrons interchanged their positions at the rear.

 

The heavy attack lines of each heavy formation moved forward to spearhead the assault, still utilizing the open space from above, sub-light engines burning brightly at full power as the serrated ships sliced into the black of space, still unleashing the heaviest barrages towards the escaping Adi-Wan. The direction of the Sith Fleet aimed to sweep to the left of the Station, while maintaining their ninety-degree angle above the Jedi Fleet below. Trajectory would see them draw nearer to their allies, while their ‘northern’ latitude kept their free-fire safe from allies. Men and women of sure-fire command began boarding operations, assembling task forces to pursue the captured, and those that knew no better than to flee. The influx and influence of the Dark Lord was a windfall of a favor, more incredible of a skin than that of the darkest of nexuses to wear. In this web, a personal prey would soon make itself available for the King to feast on. Ventral and dorsal heavy turbo-lasers repeated their savagery with continued fire into the vacuum of space while cannons and launchers belched kaleidoscopic munitions at their enemies in the course of their chase. The Black Scarab loomed as the cornerstone of it all, blanketing the battlefield with vehemence. 

 

The relatively small crew of the Warspite faced a measure of panic as an imposing ISD-II maneuvered themselves into the fray and began firing a meatier barrage of turbo-lasers. The gunship was a horror when displaying its powerful arsenal, but the strength of the Misericordia and what it could carry, was no small thing. The distance between them and their adversaries was still considerable, but a few heavy-set turbolasers connected and smashed the integrity of the entire structure. The deflector shields heavily waned, fluttering before the acceleration of the corvette kicked into gear. The Warspite peeled from the flank of the Scarab and quickly employed evasive procedures, small and quick enough to ruse the firing from the brawny ISD-II from this range. The spearheaded Sith Fleet continued forward, and from above, on the tail of the Adi-Wan, aligning from the same angle they had come in on and advancing on it's starboard. This molded an interesting trajectory for the three forces in question; the Misericordia flanked the Adi-Wan, moving towards it's port, and the entire Sith Offensive angled downward, towards the starboard of the Adi-Wan and sweeping towards the left of the Dark Sun Station. Still, with the retreat of the Adi-Wan, there remained no vessels between them and the Sith amalgamation.  

 

 

 

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Silencers and Defenders accept the initial assault with their projected/natural shielding.

Small scores of star-fighters are slightly damaged by the spread

Fleet continues to bear down onto the Adi-Wan, firing their full capacities

Formations fill out, while Warspite takes fire from the Misericordia, and separates slightly from formation

to take evasive measure. Star-fighters are deployed and spread into formations, at the ready.

The harassing  hunt continues

 

 

 

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Control, control was what was needed now.   The adrenaline that was coursing through his veins as he observed the shuttle was hard to control but manageable.  Focusing he examined the shuttle and reached out gently with the force to see what may be inside.  Ah force users, that meant Jedi.  Looking over to his master he couldn't discern what she was thinking but knew that when the time came he would lay down his life if needed to ensure she survived.  She had designs that would help to free the galaxy and he wouldn't allow those designs to be destroyed.  He himself had plans but in the end he knew that the knowledge he had aquired and written down would still be of use even should he fall.  The formula's for his creations were in their most basic stages but could be expanded upon.  Regardless though this would prove interesting when the shuttle opened, if it would indeed open.

 

Staring at the craft it powered down and seemed to acknowledge that it could not escape the hanger.  The creatures inside were tense, at least they gave off an aura of nervousness.  That is except for two of them.  They were the force users, one seemed quite powerful while the other appeared to be a neophyte, not unlike himself.  What mysteries could they share if they simply put aside their petty differences and worked to freeing the Galaxy of its outdated misconceptions.  He doubted that they would stop and swap stories but it was always in the forefront of his mind to attempt to gain knowledge, freely given being the prefered method.  However should it come to having to extract it through other means, well that was not something he would object to either.  Focusing instead on his surroundings he began to formulate potential plans of action for various scenarios, it was going to be an interesting day, even as the batte raged outside his mental focuse allowed him to ignore this and focus exclusively on the problem in front of him.

 

"Master, with your permision I will strive to deal with the lesser force user within the shuttle should it come to blows.  You have only to ask and I will lay down my life for our cause.  All I ask is that my work, the beginings of my work, be carried forward to help you and those like you achieve your dreams."

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A constant stream of light played over the monitors of the Adi-Wan's bridge displays as the onslaught continued from the Sith fleet. The shields were doing their best, but they couldn't handle the amount of firepower being levied against the ship.

 

"Transfer control to the auxiliary bridge!" shouted Admiral Antilles as it becomes more than clear they cannot outrun or withstand the firepower against them. Even before the bridge crew could evacuate, the shields flickered under the strain and a series of explosions rippled metal and the bulkheads along the cruiser's dorsal. The bridge took a direct hit which tore apart a section of the hull exposing it to vacuum.

 

Adenna dove towards the central shaft containing the turbolift down inside the heart of the ship as everyone else who wasn't immediately killed or trapped attempted to do the same. As the atmosphere began to vacate the bridge, debris, consoles, and crew were sucked out into space. Adenna felt herself falling backward and reacted by reaching out to the doors of the turblift with the Force and pulling herself towards them. As she did, she grabbed one of the struggling bridge officers and pulled her along with her.

 

When Adenna reached the doors, she pulled herself in and to the side to escape the majority of the flow of air. Helping hands from those who had already made it grabbed the grandmaster and the other crewman and helped secure them. She looked back and saw only a couple of crew still left struggling to get to relative safety and pulled both of them in with some well placed tugs with the Force. With one more look over the ruined bridge, she slammed the control sealing it off and sending the survivors down into the rest of the ship.

 

Explosions continued to rock the ship as they sped down several score meters. Adenna looked at the mere dozen survivors and noted with great sadness that Admiral Antilles was not among them. She would mourn him later, but for now, adrenaline and determination kept her focused. Pulling out the commlink, she switched it to the third saved channel that linked her to the ship's command frequency. "Main bridge is down, as is Admiral Antilles. Shields won't hold, so dump the ordinance and evacuate the Adi-Wan. Repeat: abandon ship."

 

Adenna, along with the rest of the crew, began evacuating as a select few brave souls remained behind to do what was possible to keep the ship intact as long as possible. The shields were collapsing letting more and more shots melt the dorsal part of the ship until eventually they would collapse entirely and the Adi-Wan would be entirely at the mercy of the Sith bombardment. Even though the energy needed to fire the turbolasers and ion cannons was shunted to shields, the proton missile launchers required considerably less power to operate. With the Black Sun fleets looming ever closer, the gunners onboard dumped every single shot in their magazine at the Black Sun Victory class Star Destroyer Sariel's Judgment.

 

* * * 

Jedi Fleet Group Two continued its assault of the Dark Sun Station with a constant stream of ion cannon fire against the station in general and select turbolaser strikes against weapon placements. The goal was to disable the station and provide whatever cover was possible for the incoming assault shuttles. Commodore Neldis clenched his hands as he received reports of the impending demise of the Adi-Wan. With Admiral Antilles killed, he assumed command of the Jedi forces and began guiding their assaults.

 

The fighters from his fleet group were clearing out anything launched from the station or that had decided to poke its nose at them. The four squadrons of XJ7-wings from the Justice's Mandate formed up to make a proton torpedo run against the Golan I station with support from the Marauder corvette Shien'missiles. Once they launched two torpedoes each, they would continue past the defense station and launch another torpedo run against the engines of the ISD Holofernes while the Black Sun's fighters were engaging the GA A-wings.

 

Fighter forces from Fleet Group One in the thick of the battle would focus on defense against the Sith fighter forces while the bombers reformed to attack the Black Sun's Nebulon-B frigate Canto Bight Fiasco. The bomber force, once eight squadrons, had taken a few losses in their first bombing run against the Sith, but still had a tremendous amount of firepower to be focused on the weakened spine of the escort frigate. The main Jedi fleet continued to approach the Black Sun forces, engaging them at point blank range with the hopes of finishing off the weakened Sariel's Judgment then moving onto the next target of opportunity.

 

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Summary:

Fleet Group One/Relief Flotilla (main Jedi force between the Sith and Black Sun)

The Adi-Wan is all but lost and is evacuating in escape pods and shuttles. It dumps the entire magazines of its proton torpedo launchers at the VSD Sariel's Judgement.

With the exception of the Lancer class Shii-Cho (which is providing anti-fighter support), all ships are focusing on the Sariel's Judgement.

Fighters are focusing on keeping the Sith fighters at bay while bombers are preparing a torpedo run against the Nebulon-B Canto Blight Fiasco.

 

Fleet Group Two

Taking unfocused but accurate fire from Dark Sun Station and returning with ion barrages and focused turbolaser strikes back at the weapons emplacements. All ships present take light damage and lose some shield energy

Most of the fighters focus on precision strikes against the station since there is minimal harassing fighter screen

Four squads of XJ7-wings make torpedo run on the Golan I supported by the Maurader corvette Shien.

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((Armiena Draygo.))

 

Draygo couldn’t stop looking at the shape beyond Dark Sun Station. Even as stray rounds of flak detonated nearby and rattled the cockpit, slamming her head into the durasteel girders and cutting a miniscule gash into her unhelmeted forehead, the veteran Jedi couldn’t take her eyes off the malevolent shadow that the Scarab seemed to cast into the black.

 

“S-foils ‘tack positions, shields forward. Um, Genesis? I am about to do something very stupid.” A series of metallic clacks and electronic beeps could be heard from her station as she worked at the control surfaces of the B-Wing. “My son’s under the guns of that monster. If I can peel away some of their forces, grab the attention of some of their fighters so our shuttles can make it to Dark Sun… I’m very sorry if I get us both killed.”

 

During this time, while the B-Wing’s alarms were humming warnings of enemy batteries attempting to track their juking fighter, Armiena had been making an unorthodox and illegal alteration to their Identify Friend/Foe transponder. At the very end of her apology, their transponder code had been altered to reflect that of a neutrally-aligned vessel and the ship had been given a new name.

 

She thumbed the ship’s comlink to transmit without encryption, so that anyone within range could listen.

 

Armiena had found from decades at war that the mention of her name tended to provoke three types of responses: a sort of trusting devotion, murderous rage and blaster fire, or utter indifference. There were few exceptions to this rule: people generally would follow her into battle and trust her to get them through alive, or they would attempt to kill her, or simply try to forget that she had ever lived. At this moment, Armiena was counting on those highly polarized responses to peel away as many forces from the Black Sun fleet as possible.

 

Her hands pulled back hard on the controls, sending the B-Wing into a steep climb. She dumb-fired a proton torpedo into a flight of approaching TIE Defenders, a blind shot guided only by the Force that she immediately forgot about--even when the warhead pierced cleanly through the canopy of one of the fighters thirty seconds later and painted the interior of the fighter with the viscera of its pilot. But that was a half-minute into the future, and Armiena was focused on grabbing the attention of every single Black Sun squadron that she could and surviving the next few minutes.

 

She cleared her throat and screamed into the comlink: “Say my name!”

 

Any sensor that targeted her would find that she had changed the name of her B-Wing starfighter to I Am Armiena Darkfire.


The starfighter plowed into the fray heedless of numbers or escort, corkscrewing through the enemy fighters towards the Totenkopf II. In a moment, that ship could lock down the entire engagement and prevent the Jedi from withdrawing, dooming the entire fleet and her son to its guns. It needed to die, whether under her guns or under her lightsaber.

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The path they chose wasn’t clear though, and a member of Hornet Squadron, their escort, took a hit and exploded. The pilot somehow survived, that much Tobias could feel. There were others who weren’t so fortunate, one of the enemy fighters exploded off on their flank, Hornet Squad taking revenge for their destroyed craft. One after another a flash of light would flare up. 

 

Turning his back to the view port, he looked over the beings in the shuttle with him. The nine Barabel, one Noghri, three Wookiee’s and the various human and humanoids, too indistinct to stand out in their armored vac suit, save for the Nautolan at his side, focused on the fight ahead of them. 

 

“Brace for impact!” One of the pilots said, and Tobias called to the force to help steady him. As did all the other Jedi in the shuttle. The vessel spun and it did lessen the impact of the missile that impacted the side of the shuttle. Sliding sideways towards the station as if drifting sideways on a race track.

 

Tobias had briefed the others in the shuttle and described a vague battle plan. Currently, their presences reverberated with anticipation of the coming fight. The warriors in each of the shuttles didn’t have to wait long, as they just heard the call out from the pilots. “Boarding party, stand ready.”

 

The forty five others in the shuffling from foot to foot and started to check their weapons and equipment. 

 

“Ten seconds!”

 

They braced as the ship swung to the side, the station looming in the forward viewport. Showing the battle going on outside, the fleet pressing further and further towards the station, ion batteries still firing a stream of blue bolts into the station. The port side of the shuttle came to life as magnetic grapples shot into the station and the boarding tube shot forward, torching a hole into the station with plasma torches around the pod. 

 

Tobias made his way to the front of the crowd. After all who was he to ask others to lay down their lives if he didn’t do the same? He was a leader, not a boss and he’d chosen to lead by example. Pulling the burst rifle from his back, he checked the power pack and it was still charged to capacity. 

 

With an exertion from the Force, his face shield slid shut and he was sealed inside the suit. A brief moment of darkness and he seized the moment to breath and flood his presence with satisfaction and pride. They were about to dive into the fight. 

 

The laser cone finished, and the internal iris spread open to reveal the station interior, and their welcoming committee as well as a section of bulkhead on the floor. A fire team of Black Sun enforcers awaited them when they surveyed the scene. Tobias snorted as he pulled the trigger twice and let loose six shots. The four bodies hit the floor, holes burned into their flesh.

 

“Go!” Tobias shouted into the comlink and the 46 warriors charged into the station. Not blindly, and not foolishly. There were fireteams stationed at intersections and critical points. Or at least there would be once they progressed further into the station. 

 

The Barabels on the other hand started to sprint forward, leaving the others behind. They had their own mission. Tobias and crew moved forward and reports came in one at a time that each shuttle had discharged their contents, fifty or so warriors, into the station. 

 

As the barabels turned left and disappeared, Tobias turned right and soon came to find himself looking at a dozen Enforcers. They were ready, and Tobias didn’t even try to duck back behind cover. He just vaulted across the intersection and into the other side of the hallway. 

 

A dozen others followed suit and the firefight ensued, brief but bloody. One of the Jedi fell to a bolt through the shoulder from popping out too far from cover. Two others escorted the injured man back to the previous checkpoint and they would follow suit all the way back to the shuttle. 

 

The dozen plus Tobias made their way forward. Occasionally bumping into enforcers or other resistance. While they had been on the station less than five minutes, it was still quick enough for the Adi-Wan to go down. Tobias was so informed by one of the shuttle pilots relaying updates. A quick check with the Force and he could feel Adenna’s presence still. And healthy. 

 

Gritting his teeth, he fought the urge to run back into the shuttle and rescue her. Or even call the Prism in to retrieve her. Tobias has both loved and hated the plan Adenna proposed and went with. Tobias did not relay the Adi-Wan’s destruction, making such announcements would only distract the boarding parties. If they wanted to pull the odds back in their favor, they would have to win this part. His team was almost at their mark, and the final part of the retrieval would commence. 

 

~~~ 

 

Shuttle 5-5 had gotten to the ‘top’ of the station a little battered, but otherwise healthy and intact. Once it had gotten there the shuttle corkscrewed down the length of the station, maneuvering towards the bottom. Once there, the boring lasers latched onto the station and discharged its  complement of infiltrators. 

 

~~~ 

 

Elsewhere the shuttles managed to find a spot to latch onto and spill their contents into the station. While each shuttle did make it, there were some casualties- mostly their fighter escorts but some attacks on the shuttle found their mark. Most of the healthy warriors made their way onto the station.

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