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OOC: Gren, consider your post nulled by me. All Alliance fleet construction and repair actions must come through me, and I don't remember authorizing the construction of a Nebula-class Star Destroyer.

 

Furthermore, you obviously don't know the rules concerned with construction time. The Star Defender, my new flagship, is currently under construction, and it takes a full two weeks, so it will be completed six days from now, at which point our fleet will be back at capacity and therefore unable to create said Star Destroyer.

 

In the future, run things by me, and I'll post them. Please and thank you.

 

IC: Things went on as they were. Two of the heavily damaged Starcruisers had been fully repaired, and another one was nearing completion, the other still missing a bridge.

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  • 4 weeks later...

((Wow, I sorta procrastinated on this post.))

 

Over the coming weeks, the biolabs on board the Esperanza fine-tuned and developed their proposed bacterium for use against the toxins that plagued Mon Calamari's ecosystem. Although Misal Draygo was bored almost to tears by her inability to make herself useful to the Survivor's Foundation, she couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency of the laboratories of her daughter's charity organization. From previous experience and researching the topic during her copious free time, she understood that the process of engineering a bacterium for such a specific purpose generally took years.

 

Granted, the Survivor's Foundation had the notable advantage of a collaboration of hundreds of scientists solely focused on this single project and a "blank check" funding policy, but they were still moving at lightning speed.

 

Their bacterium had already proven its ability to devour most of the toxins in Mon Calamari's oceans and transform them into somewhat more useful compounds through its metabolism, but it took further testing to ensure that there was absolutely no risk of it mutating into a virulent pathogen that threatened to undo all their work--or even worse, ruin the planet's entire ecosystem. Those trials indicated that the Foundation had succeeded in developing a scrupulously tidy organism--even after prolonged exposure to the mutagens in the contaminated water, its genetic code and activities remained unblemished by the chemical abuse.

 

After approval from the increasingly desperate Mon Calamari government, vast tanks of the bacteria were produced for preparation of its coming feast. After a number of isolated tests in the ruined environment of Mon Calamari's oceans, it was the Foundation's intentions to turn the planet into a world-wide feeding frenzy that would give birth to a cleansed planet, ready for the return of the Calamari and the slow restoration of the planet's former glory.

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  • 2 weeks later...

((Legitimate double-post))

 

Over the coming weeks, the Esperanza's engineered bacterium completed testing under Calamari-like environmental conditions and had performed marvelously. The bacteria successfully metabolized the toxins present in Mon Calamari's water and endured the harsh conditions without suffering mutations. With all of the criteria for their tool against the ecological devastations satisfied and the approval of the Mon Calamari government, all the Survivor's Foundation had to do was load up a myriad of freighters and one-use container ships for the delivery date... and then wait.

 

On the day of the virus' introduction into Mon Calamari's contaminated waters, the planet saw a swarm of aerospace traffic not seen since before the world had been ruined. Aside from the dozens of freighters and shuttles that had been modified to deliver the bacteria, it seemed that the Foundation's entire weight had been thrown into action. Scores of additional freighters had been summoned from the Foundation's holdings on Coruscant. As the Esperanza was unable to service so many spacecraft at once, the Foundation had requested the presence of one of the Alliance's Escort Carriers to assist in loading its freighters.

 

Although the storm of activity above Mon Calamari, focused on a single task, was nothing short of spectacular to the poor souls who had to coordinate the mission, the process after its conclusion was a mere waiting game. Even though probes that had been launched into the contaminated waters confirmed that the bacterium was working its magic--much to the delight of the men on board the Esperanza--they were going to suffer a great deal of downtime before the planet was suitable for resettlement by the Mon Cal refugees.

 

And somewhere in the middle of the excitement, Misal Draygo had gone missing.

 

((Hope you don't mind me posting the actions of the Alliance, Onderin. I don't think that the mods will mind if this Escort Carrier exists for only one post.))

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The Lucky Me burst out of hyperspace above Mon Calamari. Jacen Onnd, and Kal's droid Atreides orbited the planet before sending a comm to the surface.

 

--Comm to Surface--

 

My name is Jacen Onnd, I am here to rebuild a fleet. I am requesting permission to land.

 

--End Comm--

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  • 2 weeks later...

((Well guys, it's been 15 days, and no one has responded, so I'm going to do a little snooping around and go ahead and place an order, assuming that it's going to be approved, because I'm tired of waiting.))

 

Jacen landed the Lucky Me and headed towards the ordering counter. He placed an order for an under the counter organization, as not to jepordize his ties.

 

The order was as followed:

 

1 MC90a Starcruiser

3 Nebulon-B frigates

2 Lancer Frigates

3 Dreadnaughts

1 Lictor Dungeon Ship

 

As soon as his request was approved, he headed towards the main command center. He never entered, just stood outside and watched. He was interested in how they were run.

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As Jacen saw the security guards heading his way, he turned and ran out of the building into the hangar bay. Since the base was just a skeloton crew, if you could call it that, it was fairly easy, and Jacen didn't have to shoot anyone. As soon as he got the Lucky Me up into the air, he sent a comm canceling the order and blasted off into hyperspace...

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After weeks of introducing fresh batches of the Foundation's toxin-digesting bacterium into Mon Calamari's ecosystem and playing the waiting game, the men and women above the planet finally received useful results: the continental shelf of the planet's most densely populated continent, prior to the devastation of the planet, had been cleansed. With the use of a clever partitioning that the combined Foundation/Calamari efforts engineered in a few days, an arriving team of Calamari biologists would be able to begin their work on reconstructing the continent's ecosystem.

 

Such was the order of business for the coming months: construct new partitions to quarantine the areas capable of supporting life, import more shipments of bacteria, invite more biologists, lay out the foundation for the planet's new ecosystem... wash, rinse, and repeat. It was long, painstaking, and frustrating work for the leyman who failed to see the difficulty in rendering the planet suitable for resettling by the planet's refugees, but those working to that end were kept quite busy.

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A comm message came in for the shipyard chiefs. A single fighter was to be constructed. A modified Series IV E-Wing. The modifications would be difficult and expensive. Requiring many exotic, expensive and hard to get components. It would take time... Plenty of money and first class mechanics and technicians to put it together.

 

It was to be a Series IV E-Wing, its engines, shields and weapons were to be enhanced using recent technological advances and state-of-the-art components.

 

It would be picked up when completed.

 

((OOC: Mod approved. 14 Days))

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The Esperanza, orbiting the planet Mon Calamari, received a distress signal from the Survivor's Foundation's holdings on Coruscant. It appeared that despite the intervention of a large team of Jedi, the recent terrorist attack on the planet had only been partially thwarted, and countless millions of lives were hanging in the balance between life and certain death.

 

Captain Vandro, the commander of the Esperanza, came to his decision with only a few seconds of deep thought. Mon Calamari's resurrection was well under way. Great swaths of the oceans were being cleansed and were becoming habitable for imported and cloned species--in fact, the planetary government was seriously considering invited a number of the Calamari refugee groups to return. Although their decision might be a little bit... premature, the fact that it was even being debated reflected that the planet was steadily being brought back to its former glory.

 

"Set course for Coruscant. Recall all of our shuttles that are planet-side, and have them prepared for urban insertion. Quarantine the biolabs." Although their presence would be greatly missed, the reconstruction effort was practically autonomous by now--it would only take more time for the Calamari to finish the job.

 

Within the hour, the Mon Calamari cruiser jumped into hyperspace, prepared to do battle with Hell itself.

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He checked double checked and triple checked all of his systems, as he emerged from hyperspace. Yep, as far as any one was concerned, his ship's Id signature, matched that of one of the many weapon delivery services littered through out the galaxy, after all where else did all of these bases get weapons that seemed to appear out of thin air. There clearly had to be some sort of service that supplied these bases with all sorts of weapons, from mere vibro swords, the more exotic things such as carbonite weapons.

 

He re checked it again just to make sure, before swinging his ship around to face the watery world that happened to be his destination. He knew the coordinates, knew where he wanted to go, and for add back up, he even still had that officer's badge he had acquired a little while back. Though he doubted it would still count for anything.

 

Coming into comm range, he asked for clearance to make his special delivery of weapons. As he waited for a response back, he decided to glance back at the crate of weapons he was actually planning on delivering. Then with a sigh, he wondered just what was taking these guys so long to grant him clearance.

 

He supposed he could reach out with the force, look for the comm officer upon which he had just been speaking with and force him, to grant clearance. However he would only use that as a last resort. After all a jedi could be hanging around here, and the last thing he needed was more Jedi attention.

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((Things to do, places to go, people to see, and it been three blasted days, and no one has said a thing in reply.))

 

Slicer was granted the clearance after an abnormally long wait, and soon found himself, inside of the watery rebel base. It hadn't been hard to get the coordinates, one because they were supplied to him, and two because he already knew them to begin with.

 

After making his delivery of weapons, he was given a free enough roam of the base to do pretty much everything he felt he was going to need to do.

 

For starters he gained knowledge into the location of most of the rebel's forces and troops. Some place called gala was it. Well that was interesting, well for him it was anyway. Funny thing was, they way they had been blaring for all new recruits to go to gala, one would think this base was all but, abandoned, yet defenses above still remained and the base still had some semblance of life.

 

Finally finding a computer terminal he could work with he quickly scanned through the files to find a map of the room he was looking for. Upon achieving that goal, he made a bee line straight for the medical center. Concentrating with the force, he sent a sudden flash of static into the cameras and other recording devices in the medical center, before sitting himself in front of a station and getting to work. After transmitting a number of medical files into his armor, and then from his armor into his ship, he left the medical lab and proceeded to his next objective.

 

So far he had the medical files of quite a few patients that had gone through here, as he had done with the dojo, as well as a map of this place as he had also done with the dojo. Given how the base wasn't on a high alert he was able to slip into areas with relative ease, even making his way to a security station, upon which he promptly hacked in and copied a number of files before beaming them where he wished.

 

His last problem was finding the target now, which according to the information he had gleaned from here should be on the new Gala base. He wouldn't have to go to Gala if he was lucky; instead he had a different idea of how he would handle things. Especially since he now had a profile and technical read out on a number of personal ships, and quite a few that according to these security files his current target had gotten into one way or another.

 

He even found a few other things he could use as leverage later against the rebels if the time came, as well as a hint to other places they had been.

 

He found it interesting how the base was run, as well as mentally cursed himself for not thinking of this place sooner.

 

Finally capturing tons of information, and after using the force to persuade all sorts of individuals to look away, he committed a type of sabotage with the computers, placing in a number of files a back door if you will, that would open up the system to him, from any terminal across the galaxy. To make matters worse, despite the fact that he was an expert slicer and had very carefully laid in the back doors, he also decided to set in numerous traps in order to keep the back doors from being discovers, different systems that rerouted the direction of inquiry to other more useless areas, and as a final measure had rigged certain key systems to be destroyed or disabled inside of the base should any of his back doors be tampered with. ((Eh was back door codes disabled only for ships or for all things, I can't remember, and does it count if I am installing them myself?))

 

With that finished he proceeded with the same procedure he had preformed on a number of droids back at the dojo, before reloading his weapon's shipment back onto his ship, after a little force persuasion and blasted up and away from this fishy place.

 

He had contacts to arrange.

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((That's kind of ridiculous--you complain about our presence at Dubrillion, then go and do this?))

 

Top Alliance Intelligence members, quickly realizing that there was some tampering being done with the computer systems, counteracted the measures taken to sabotage the system. They were far more skilled than your average slicer, and there was a team of them, putting their minds together to overcome this threat.

 

By the time Slicer left, none of his lasting effects survived, though he had been allowed to gain a good bit of information, at least to make him think that he was successful. The Alliance didn't have a lot to hide, and such information wasn't grandly important.

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The end of the Survivor's Foundation's role on Mon Calamari ended with silence; without fanfare, without celebration, and without ceremony.

 

It ended with a government decree.

 

During the Esperanza's absence when it left to rescue civilians in Coruscant's Upper Levels, the government of Mon Calamari had already been toying with a proposal to invite the Calamari refugees back to their home planet. Although the planet's ecosystem had yet to completely recover from the algae bomb's plague, the waters around the planet's largest landmasses had been cleared and were being reborn. It was only a matter of time before they became lush again with native life, cloned from tissue samples that had been collected by Armiena Draygo's creations.

 

In light of this fact, the crew of the Esperanza had been pleasantly surprised when it returned to an inhabited planet, rather than the fragile cradle that they had departed. With the return of many groups of Mon Calamari refugees, it was unnecessary for the entire crew to remain on station to carry out their work. Instead, a significantly smaller team, only a couple hundred technicians and specialists, were dispatched to the surface, to monitor the partitioning system that confined the few infected regions of Mon Calamari's oceans and the cloning laboratories. Their work would continue, but with the might of Calamari industry behind their efforts, the planet would soon be healthy and prosperous again.

 

So, with thanks from the Calamari government pouring over the Esperanza's public address system, the Mon Calamari cruiser departed, off in search for another mission.

 

When the cruiser flashed into hyperspace, however, some butthead discovered and broke into the stash of alcohol that Armiena Draygo had smuggled onto the ship.

 

Then it became a party.

 

((Um... uh... oops. I sorta ignored this. Sorry.))

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Most of the Rebel fleet (that is, all that was not at Kuat) arrived at Mon Calamari with several disabled Imperial ships in tow. Among them were two particular gems--an Interdictor cruiser, the Vortex, and the former Imperial flagship, the Super Star Destroyer Fell Hammer.

 

The Alliance had lost its own flagship before the battle had even begun, but the tradeoff was more than worth it, and casualties were minimal for the payoff. It was quite possibly the greatest victory, at least statistically, that the Alliance had ever seen.

 

Admiral Starlisk ordered that the Imperial ships have their power restored and their backdoor codes changed. It wouldn't take very long, now that they were completely under Alliance control.

 

((We'll just stay here for a couple of days, then head back to Gala. But I'd like to get these Star Destroyers working first.))

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When the ships arrived at Mon Calamari, Seraphim left his room in search of the Wookiee Kirrlocca. He found the being soon and led him to a ship, the two soon departed by a little known facility.

 

((Hope you don't mind me posting you coming with, if you do I'll edit))

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The Imperial ships successfully restored and their backdoor codes altered, it was time for the Alliance to move on, back to Gala and perhaps to the next stage of planning, which Onderin intended to make the Jedi key players in.

 

Once again, the Alliance fleet moved on, leaving a couple Star Cruisers and several Imperial ships back to defend Mon Calamari. The Fell Hammer, yet to be rechristened, came with the Justiciar and Liberty and any other ships with Jedi on them to Gala.

 

((Continue there.))

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::The Darkwatch fleet, with the exception of the Dawn of Angels, deployed directly into the atmosphere of Mon Calamari, deploying their drop pods and air support before jumping out. A powerful electronic device dropped with the troops jams all communications. Individual commanders lead their troops on their assigned missions as Darkwatch soldiers tap into the EBS to inform civilians that as long as they stay in their homes they will not be harmed.

 

Four pods are dropped into a nondescript piece of the Mon Calamari ocean, far away from the others.

 

Tapping into the Force, Dagon targeted the minds of the captains of the ships in orbit, filling their heads with terrible visions and screeching noises. While such an attack was nonlethal, it would buy them time which is what they needed.::

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Dominique sat in quiet contemplation inside the drop pod. There was a tangible energy in the air; the soldiers were ready for this. They wanted this and to a certain extent she was just as glad to be here as they were-but not for the same reasons.

 

She heard a loud crash, followed by one more and then felt the impact of the water on the pod. They were below the surface now and red lights began to flash in the pod. This was their exit. Thirty seconds passed as the pod sank deeper then it opened and released the Kraken armored squads. Dominique's suit matched all the others, since she viewed marks that identified a leader as things that made a target of yourself, but all the soldiers knew which suit contained their leader.

 

She moved up to the center of them, just as graceful and at home in the water as she was in the shadow's of dry land.

 

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Revan receieved the orders from Dagon himself as him and the men prepared for what lied ahead. His primary mission was to move into the defense bunker, steal the defense controls and bring them to Lord Dagon. It wasn't long before the drop pods began to shoot from the ship down towards the planet. Revan grabbed hold of one of the handles as they soared down at a tremendous speed.

 

The men remained quiet, as did Revan. They knew what they were up against, yet it was nothing they couldn't handle. The men were trained for invasions like this. Urban warfare was their specialty, and failure was not an option.

 

"Were coming close to the ground, grab hold of something, I don't want to lose men before we even hit planetside"

 

The men grabbed onto parts of the pod as it picked up speed. They moved into the atmosphere. The sound of the pod cutting through the air soon stopped and a loud thumping sound took it's place. The pod sunk into the muddy surface as Revan's body jerked forwards. Immediatly upon landing, the pod opened up and the men poured out, weapons drawn. Revan moved out behind them, tapping into the force.

 

The men gathered into groups, organized and ready. Revan moved from group to group, making sure that everything was in place. The defense bunker was just ahead, yet no resistance could be seen yet.

 

"Alright. Our orders are simple. Move through the bunker, and take out any resistance. Our primary mission is to retrieve the defense controls for this bunker. If there is any resistance, their weaponary will be standard. Do not fail."

 

Revan then spoke yet again.

 

"I want two batallions on me, the two regiments on the far left, move onto the side of the bunker. The rest of you provide support."

 

With that said, Revan and the men behind him moved up towards the bunker with upmost ferocity.

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The ship set down after three days of awkwardly conversation. When the ramp was lowered, Atia started to make her way out.

 

"Have you considered our proposal, Atia? Wanna stay with us? It's good pay. Just ask Draven." Ced looked over to Draven for affirmation. Draven just looked away, focusing on the crates being loaded into the ship.

 

"She's made her decision" Draven said with a bitter note.

 

"Oh, no, I can't really. Shouldn't tie myself to one place too long."

 

"Well it will be sad to see you leave. You increased the power efficiency of the hyperdrive by sixty percent. You're a good mechanic, really."''

 

"Thank you, really. But I have to get going. I have to find a place to crash and a job by days end."

 

Atia started to walk away before she was stopped by Draven.

 

"I...I know we agreed that you'd repair the ship for passage, but...here, as a parting gift."

 

He handed her a cred stick with a couple hundred credits on it.

 

"Apology gift you mean?" She whispered to him, just out of hearing range of Ced. Draven didn't say anything, but his face went red from shame and he went back to work.

 

"Thanks Draven. Well, I hope to see you guys around. It's been fun, really."

 

She strolled off the ramp and made her way into the city. She wasn't familiar with this planet and had to stop and ask for directions several times. Every seemed to be apprehensive, like something was wrong, but no one was saying a word to her. She made her way to the nearest mechanical shop to see if there was any work. She found a small shop off of the main stretch of businesses. She rang the bell on the counter. A quarren appeared from the back.

 

"Can I help you?" His basic was broken and hard to comprehend, but she managed to pick up the gist of what he was trying to say.

 

"Yes, I was hoping to get a job. I'm a fairly accomplished mechanic."

 

"Are you with the raid?"

 

"What? What raid?"

 

He struggled to pronounce the words. "Did you arrive in a ship? Or a pod?"

 

What the hell is he talking about?

 

"Um...I came in a ship. I just arrived today on The Esoteric. You can check the dock records."

 

"No, no. I believe you. We've just been a little...anyway. You say you are a mechanic?"

 

"Yes. I've worked on everything from large freighters to common appliances. I can do just about anything, really. And I'm a quick learner if I don't know how it works."

 

"Do you have residence here?"

 

"No, I was actually hoping you could point me in a direction for a place to stay as well."

 

"Hm....how old are you, human?"

 

"Um...I'm not...eh. I'm fifteen."

 

She didn't want to take the time and explain how she wasn't human. Thus leading into a further conversation about her uniqueness that she wanted to avoid for a while.

 

"You're not going to run off on me, are you? If I give you a job, you will stay for a while?"

 

"I plan on it."

 

He thought for a second, seemingly looking her over to get a judge of her character.

 

"You aren't...on anything are you?"

 

"No sir. Quite clean."

 

"Alright. I have an empty room above the shop. You will open the shop and close it. I will show you to your room and show you around the shop tomorrow. After you get settled in, you will have the day to explore the town. Get a feel for where everything is."

 

"Sounds great."

 

He took her upstairs and gave her the key to her room. The building was rather old to require keys, but she didn't argue. The room was rather small. A shower in the corner, a bed, and a small closet to put personal items.

 

"This is where you will stay. You can access the room from the back alley as well. You have the rest of the day to do as you will. I expect you downstairs bright an early tomorrow."

 

He quickly left to attend to the shop, ignoring any questions she may have. She left the room and locked the door behind her, leaving to search the city.

 

This will work for a while. Just until I save up a few creds and decide on my next move.

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Abaddon's pod and those of his soldiers hit with a resounding thud. As the soldiers piled out Abandon smiled. A dark and sickening smile. His troops were the loudest and brashest of the army.

 

"If you're not looking cool you're not doing it right." Was one motto he stood by. For that reason his suit still laid in his vehicle the controls to it in one of the pockets of his robe if he needed it. He doubted it.

 

Landing relatively close to a key military facility Abaddon deployed his troops toward it. The one time Imperial commander was more than adept to commanding troops and setting up fighting positions.

 

With a small company of crack troops at his disposal he began to deploy around the facility.

 

"Headhunter one bring the breach equipment to..." He said breathlessly into his comm. "Headhunter 2 set up combat suits with 360 security from this vector"

 

"Tomahawk one I want crewserves to set a line of site to our sweepers." He breathed on a second frequency. The Opsec set up between the mission and the crypto set on the comms was of the highest quality. "Tomahawk two I want you to take the farside of my location and prepare to cut off stragglers. Dig in at this location you should find an old bunker there, if my Intel serves me correct."

 

"Headhunters 3 and 4 prepare to follow after the sweepers. Draw no quarter once my orders are given." Abaddon waited for an acknowledgement then continued dispersing his troops in an efficient manner.

 

"We must hit them before stand to. If not I want Bandits one and four standing by in reserve as a QRF. Leave them 3 manpacks." The former Imperial Weapons master was really starting to enjoy himself again.

 

"Bandits two and 3 set east and west side respectively interlocking sectors of fire. Leave rear security as our TTPs dictate." The men moved silently and stealthfully to obey their commander. They knew Abaddon would always reward with bloodshed.

 

"Regulator one, High ground at the water tower located at these coordinates....Regulator two, at my six. Regulator three, overwatch. Regulator four, deploy in the elevated bunker at checkpoint...."

 

"Move"...Within 2 minutes the soldiers were finished an in sequence comms check alerting him to their position reporting times interlocking to the QRF allowing maximum communication, minimum disruption and situation awareness to all troops so as not to fall victim to friendly fire like armatures."

 

"Vampire one two three and four standby for Intel dump on my mark."

 

The guards outside had no idea what was about to hit them.

 

"Commencing breach." Abaddon lifted a heavy rocket launcher to his shoulder. And fired. The eight standing guards 600 meters away evaporated instantly along with a good portion of the blast doors.

 

Instantly Headhunter one was on his back in a stack. They began clearing away the still stunned remaining 5 on mobile patrol in the front.

 

Three of the four sniper squads began firing from their emplacements taking out all outside occupants out within seconds.

 

"Clear, move"

 

The troops entered the radio facility and began clearing the rooms. Over the squad comms came the ups on each room cleared.

 

"One up and Amber" came the status of the first wounded.

"Two green up, up" Came another.

"Three up, up over," Came a third.

"Four, I'm red up down over, request relief." A soldier reported having been jumped from the rear.

 

"I want Regulator two moved into this hall; no soldier will be taken from another cheap shot like that." Came Abaddon's command loud and clear over the Company comms as he finished clearing a room by himself. A task only a force user could do safely.

 

"Medivac request in process", came the response of one of his lt's.

 

"Good soldier." Abaddon replied to himself.

 

"Facility clear." he stated coolly into the headset as he stepped over a half dead rebel; drawing his blade he ran him through.

 

"Vampires, Mark" The vampire squads began to march into the facility. Intel soldiers with high clearances and vast technical experiences.

 

"Abaddon to Dagon all comms on world we can intercept...modifying jamming device to block offworld comms only. Intel dump processing. Locations locked on and transmitting. You now have the locations of all comm stations in the AO and the freqs they operate on. Operation complete."

 

Abaddon then charged the His captains with the rest and mounted a swoop. Within moments he was at another station this one just a regular Supply dump. And he didn't bother clearing. He himself shelled the thing to death just trying to draw attention.

 

"This should draw those worthless Jedi out..."'

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With in the ship among his legion Yue took his place. Embracing the force and the darkness it offered. The effects of Dagon's mental attacks could be felt. While not focused he could see that already the captains were under intense mental duress and that one in particular was further along to the point of mental break down and was the perfect target.

 

Drawing in the force he reached across the distance of space to the mind of the captain. Wanting to make things easier he filtered out the visions and noise and appeared to the captain as the person he would believe the most, his superior officer of course. Yue spoke to him.

 

"Captain. As we speak the enemy attacks, there is a traitor among our ranks. He is in command of one of our alliance ships. He is attempting to free the imperial captured assets. Stop him. He has many allies among him. Destroy the traitor and his fellow allies. That is an order." The captain struggled to fight it and argued that not all of them could be traitors.

 

"Captain. They will destroy you once they have freed the imperial ships. You must act first. Do so and you will be promoted." Yue shoved an imposed image of the alliance ships coming about and taking position to fire, however to make it more convincing he expanded his influence to all of the bridge officers.

 

The captian no longer hesitated and gave the order. With out warring the alliance vessel took aim at its allies and fired its full armaments upon as many ships as it could. Yue still keeping his hold over the bridge officers now began to join Dagon in the mental barrage that assaulted the alliance forces above the planet.

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Revan and his men began approaching the bunker with ease. Strangely enough, there were no guards standing outside, which meant heavy resistance inside. The two other regiments moved onto the other side of the bunker, awaiting Revan's command.

 

As they approached the door, Revan spoke into his comm.

 

"On my signal, commence breaching......ready....Now!"

 

Revan used the force to blast through the door as it flew inwards erupting smoke. Immediatly, blaster fire shot their way, and the men poured inside. Removing their blades, screams were filling the room as they cut through the security with ease. Revan ignited his saber blocking only a few shots back before the fight was already over.

 

"Alpha 2, are you clear?"

 

"Yes lord Revan, room cleared."

 

"Alright, move through the bunker. Continue looking for those codes."

 

Revan and his men continued through the bunker, coming up on another door. Revan could sense the guards on the other side, awaiting them to blast through.

 

"Alright, I want the heavy weaponary in the back. We breach through, and clear the communications room."

 

As soon as he said that, the door broke open and Revan was immediatly on the defensive. He blocked two shots back into the one of the guards sending him to the ground. The soldiers behind him rushed in, cutting down the rest of them. Within minutes, there was blood all over the walls, and the men were breathing heavily.

 

Revan moved into the room, filled with computers, and other high-tech devices. He began to search for any valuable intel, yet the codes were still missing.

 

"Sir, I think I found what were looking for."

 

Revan turned around, and one of the soldiers had picked up a holpad from one of the dead stragglers that tried to get away. Handing it to Revan, he opened it up. Immediatly, security codes poured onto the screen, launch sequences, and the defense codes to the heavy artillery as well as architectual blueprints to specific weapons.

 

"This is it."

 

Revan set up a comm with the Alpha squad.

 

"Alpha, this is Revan. Is the bunker cleared?"

 

"Yes sir, bunker is cleared, but we still haven't located the defense codes"

 

"Don't worry about that, I've located them. Exit the bunker, and continue to the rally point."

 

"Yes Lord Revan."

 

Revan then opened up a comm signal with Lord Dagon.

 

"Lord Dagon, this is Revan. The bunker is cleared and I have the defense codes along with security intel and blueprints for what seems to be some type of cannon."

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There was nothing but silence in his pod, as he prepared himself for what he must do. He knew he had the most simply of problems, and that was he was performing a trial run not only of troops, but also of the main armored unit.

 

The sudden roar of water as his pod dropped into the water came as a welcome relief for the brooding man. Emerging from the pod, he watch with calculating eyes, the Juggernauts form up on him. After the hover tanks had formed up he cracked a smile.

 

This would be the floating repulsor fortresses first true battle. He planned to make them shine on this day. Not for glory, but instead to give them the same sense of dread the old Imperial walkers used to carry around them.

 

Four hover tanks formed up on each juggernaut as the powered their way forward, an unstoppable force of might, trying to get to their prearranged positions.

 

"Juggernauts move into the hexagonal ring As discussed earlier. Each Juggernaut is to take four hover tanks with them, prepare for a counter attack from the rebels."

 

As the Juggernauts moved to deploy, his armored the LANCE slipped beneath the surface. It would be the fastest relief for any points of the circle. After all what kind of commander would he be, if he didn't supply relief to his troops when they needed it.

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*Geki enters the system in a burst of hyper-deceleration, his all but invisible vessel The Lich arriving on the edge of the system. Unable to send comms since this would give away his position, he instead sends a message to Dagon through the Force:*

 

I am here, Lord Dagon. Continue as agreed.

 

*Geki heads for the nearest Mon Cal Star Cruiser, his vessel still essentially cloaked, and clamps to the hull.

 

Using his mastery of the mind-altering elements of the dark side, Geki reaches out to the minds of the bridge crew in a position to know what he is doing, creating blind spots in their minds so they are oblivious to the change in the ship's hull as Geki cuts through it.

 

Within minutes he has access to the vessel proper, and jumps through the hole into the interior of the ship...*

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The Lambda-class shuttle Anastasia, property of the Survivor's Foundation, popped out of hyperspace, bearing supplies and relief personnel for the Foundation's reconstruction efforts on Mon Calamari.

 

It took about two seconds of attention on their sensor boards, five muttered "oh ****"'s, and a nervous glance between the pilot and the co-pilot of the Anastasia to realize that they really had no business entering a war zone. It was best that they ran their tails off.

 

And, oh, did they run them off. By the time they stopped running, they no longer had buttocks.

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OOC((Three day rule. Sorry rebels you had your chance.))

 

Fire the defense cannons against the primary targets.

 

::Massive blasts of energy smash into the rebel fleet as the planetary guns are turned against them in a hellstorm. The rebel captains, driven nearly mad by Dagon's mental attacks, are unable to take the proper measures to defend against them. Their ships, already weakened by the rogue captain, fall easily to the hail of fire, and explode in a blossoms of fire and metal. Only one ship is spared, if such a fate can be referred to as being spared, for the Emperor himself has boarded it.::

 

Darkwatch, good work, prepare for dustoff but keep sharp, we may have finally gotten the attention of the rebels.

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Dominique, having finished her task, made her way to the surface. She stripped out of the kraken suit and activated a beacon; it would alert the ship that they were ready for pick up. Her light blue eyes scanned the area as invisible tendrils of the force stretched. She could feel the fear that saturated the air. The people here had been put through much.

 

There was one, though, that not only didn't have an air of fear about her, and instead Dominique found an innate connection to the force. The women's hood was pulled low, concealing her eyes for whatever reason. She had drawn the Krath's attention and, after giving the order for the others to wait there; she moved forward, coming up and walking side the young girl.

 

”œWhat's your name?”

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