A Light in the Dark | Galactic Alliance Hex Dominion of Tython

[Cathul Thuku]

OOC: This post, and Cathul's arc at large, happens before the Sith Order splintered IC.

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 10/38

- BATTLE MEDITATION ACTIVATED -​

The most troubling part was that, even though the Sith Order scavenged the Rogue One Sith navy of its most valuable marines, the Graug still held fast, despite the first wave of 500 marines being, with the aid of battle meditation, more than just a match for an equal number of Graug marines. The GA marines were being outnumbered almost 5-to-1, but the only thing that made the Rogue One Sith able to keep up the pace was that there were actual Sith onboard. These were formidable opponents for marines. Cathul could feel the Force-signature of each marine fading away in the Force, alongside the fading dark signatures of dead Graug marines. By now Cathul would need to be mindful of where these marines are with respect to the enemy CIC, and not just because battle meditation relied on it. And whether reinforcements are called for, in which case Cathul will join with them, especially since her level of power as a light-sider is pretty significant and, if the AARs from Midvinter are correct, then it ought to reduce the number of casualties taken from the Graug, making them fight that much less effectively. She received a disturbing report in the comms:

"Admiral, we're having trouble in sector 12, requesting backup" a marine team leader reported.

"Reinforcements are on the way"

Cathul thus takes another 500 marines with her (meaning that there is a final 500 marines left behind onboard) while being mindful of which areas are secured and which ones aren't. Also, the slicing team of special operations is with her for this second round of boarding: boarding such a capital ship isn't going to be easy. Plus she suspects that the location of the request for backup is close to where the Sith is.

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: BYOO (Study the Flesh Raiders)
Location: Tython, Tythos Ridge
Post: 2

Descending into the Tythos Ridge, Taeli found herself curious about why the Flesh Raiders had decided to make this area of the planet their home territory. There much darker areas on the fabled world than what this area, well had been anyways. Centuries and millennia of Flesh Raider wars and killings and depravities had warped this localized canyon and ridge into a place of darkness. She idly wondered if they were even aware of what they were doing, perhaps they had been. She had read in some ancient stories on Ossus about Flesh Raiders being able to use the Force to a limited degree.

"Detecting two individuals ahead, third lifeform detected but with no life signs."

It would seem the Flesh Raiders had found a rival from another tribe and killed him. Interesting.

"Bag them," she ordered.

 

[Kingsley]

Location: 1313, Coruscant
Objective: The Bank Job - Aargau
Allies: Galactic Alliance, Merchant Fleet, [member="Garven Antillies"]
Enemies: War Profiteers, [member="Mobius"]
Post: 3


Kingsley & Kingsley's Antiquities and Rare Collectibles
Level 1313, Galactic City, Coruscant
The Core

The antique holoclock resting on the pawn shop counter exploded into a thousand tiny fragments.

"Krayt spawn, Teedo! Karking bird's got a scattergun!"

The shopkeep cocked the handle of the old rifle in his hands, practically an antique itself, and fired again. Another display piece met a catastrophic end. The two hoodlums, already making a beeline straight for the exit, picked up the pace considerable and the booming thunder of the projectile weapon.

"Rrrawk! And stay out, fething lowlifes!" Kingsley shouted the last word as the shop door slammed shut with a final, resounding little twinkle of the bell mechanism.

Dismally surveying the carnage of the store around him, at least some of it caused by this most recent confrontation, the Rishii sighed heavily and preened with distaste as he glumly trudged to the back room to grab a broom and pan. Navigating the datapad stacks of his patent pending filing system, by the time he had retrieved his cleaning supplies he heard another faint twinkle of the front bell that signified a new customer.

"Be with you in just a moment, rrawk!" the avian shouted a little too eagerly from the back room, "Please do forgive the state of diss...array..."

Kingsley trailed off as he emerged back onto the shop floor and caught his first glimpse of the tell tale wide brimmed hat, and the even more telling very large wookiee enforcers.

"Why hello there, my fine feathered friend," drawled Cei Kyros, Grand Captain of the Alliance Merchant Fleet, in his characteristically languorous cadence, "No apologies necessary, of course. The boys and I were just admiring your handiwork as we arrived, weren't we boys?"

The wookiees said nothing, and did not move. Cei continued on anyway as if they had.

"A fine display, Kingsley my boy!" the duros chuckled to himself, obviously enjoying the tension of the moment, "Its good to see you still got the touch, that you haven't gone soft. You're gonna need it, for this next little job I have planned."

"I thought you said there would be no more jobs," the shopkeep grumbled before he remembered himself and his eyes widened in fear.

"There'll be jobs as long as I say there'll be jobs," his tone hardly shifted, but there was no mistaking the menace in Kyros' words, "Or have you forgotten the circumstances that brought you into my employ?"

"Rrrrawk! Of course not, Grand Captain," Kingsley answered hastily, adding, "What's the job?"

"I'm glad you asked, son," drawing himself up to his best posture and literally tugging on imaginary suspenders, Cei explained matter of factly, "We're finally going legitimate!"

Kingsley had heard that before.

"I've heard that before, Cei."

"This time, its the truth!" the duros snapped, "Got a contract all lined up with SoroSuub Corp and everything! All we need to do..."

"Here it comes," Kingsley groaned.

"All we need to do is rob one little bank," Cei finished.

"Oh, is that all?"

"More or less," Cei shrugged, wobbling his hand.

The Rishii sighed, "Let me take care of things here, rrrawk! I'll meet you at the docking bay. Where are we going, anyway?"

"I'll have one of the boys here wait with you, if its all the same," the Grand Captain gestured to one of his enforcers, who dutifully shuffled over to seriously invade KIngsley's personal space, "Dress for Aargau."

"Aargau," Kingsley echoed to himself as he turned once again towards the back room. He made it halfway there before he wheeled around, "Little bank...do you mean the Bank of Aargau?! Cei? Cei?!"

But the duros had already walked out the door, the little bell twinkling behind him.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: BYOO (Study the Flesh Raiders)
Location: Tython, Tythos Ridge
Post: 3

"Fascinating," Taeli mumbled as she did some preliminary observations of the two Flesh Raiders she and her forces had stunned. While her troops would continue on into the valley to capture more of the native life, Taeli and a small cadre of scientists were in the process of establishing a small mobile research post. It didn't have the equipment she would need to run the full gambit of tests she wanted, but she could some initial readings and hypothesize on the later results. Like right now, she was observing a DNA sample taken from one of the subjects.

The DNA showed signs of genetic tampering to begin with, although nothing recent. In fact, it looked positively ancient but it was there. Being what she was, Taeli could recognize the tell tale signs of DNA being twisted to suit a purpose. The question became then, what was the baseline species and who did the tampering?

"My Lady, forward units have reported a signal fire was lit. Appraisal is a tribe of natives will be coming to attack soon."

Taeli almost smirked at that. Let them come, she thought. It would be a way to get some readings on their war tactics and their leadership structure.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 11/38

"Status report on the socketguards?"

"They appear to have taken a beating: the Graug marines smashed them in an attempt to defend the ship"

Cathul ceased using battle meditation: she wanted to have some power and computational power left in reserve for whatever was to come in the second wave of boarding parties. Using battle meditation in this engagement drained a lot of her power reserves. With the impending approach of Cathul, the 500 additional marines will take care of the Graug stragglers, based on the AARs from Midvinter, which described the rout of Graug around Thainbroek's west and east gates as being caused by the enemy bringing those in too close from the Jedi in the garrison without any Sith support. But unlike Midvinter, here the battle is fought at close quarters with only one FU on each side. By now Cathul was forming up with the next group of 500 marines and board the Justicar, where she suspected Sector 12 to be somewhere close to the CIC (which is probably the case if the lone Sith onboard was in that corner of the ship), wearing her beskar armor and with her lightsaber holstered; little did she know was that her lightsaber was a little low on power - then again she didn't recharge it once in all seven years she had that relic of a lightsaber.

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Kira Vaal]

Trust In The Force​

I

“Why do you hide it?”

The words had resonated with Kira harshly when they had been said. Uttered with complete honesty at her by Omai Rhen when he had finally gotten the chance to speak to her on Sullust. He had appeared gruff and moody when the New Jedi Order Grand Marshal had cornered her on arrival on the Alliance Capitol.

They had talked long and hard that day, with many an angered voice raised. He wished to know why, she wanted him to drop it. Yes she was a Jedi, yes she had managed to keep her own mind together through the invasion of the First Order and yes, much to his disappointment she had not sought out training. Who was there to train her anyway? The Merrills? Voidstalker? Rhen himself? They all had important roles to play in the galaxy, it would not be a time for them to take a few months to assure that this random girl from nowhere could handle herself.

So he had given her an ultimatum. She was to find reason, find cause behind her purpose. If she did that, if she could prove that her mind was of the right set he would make sure that the Rebellion would continue with the blessing of the Alliance. She had no option but to agree.

So in pursuit of the Alliance fleet she had gone, the Falcon left behind on Sullust while it underwent repairs. Her choice of craft a U-Wing from the Alliance hangers, her destination…

…Tython.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Trust In The Force​

II

The journey to Tython was always a mystical rumour even among experiences spacers. While the One Sith had opened the planet somewhat to the galaxy, unless you were part of the active Sith Military structure getting their was still a need-to-know basis. The Jedi however, it was hard-tuned into their senses, a natural calling that could never be sated even now after so many years of darkness the planet still shone like a torch in the dark for those who knew where to look.

Kira had tried meditating like Rhen told her too, she had even attempted to sit on the floor and hum while she did in the attempt to make it work. It naturally hadn’t. So she had taken to going over the data pads of maps and old military bases that she had managed to get out of Sullust before leaving. It was much more calming then trying to focus on this power that held her to a destiny that she didn’t really understand or want.

The General was just about through with investigations into a rumoured asteroid base near active First Order space when the alarms chimed from the cockpit area several feet away. A proximity alarm that would indicate the first leg of her journey was about complete. Leaving the tapes and maps she lowered herself into the pilots chair and slid the communicator over her ear, just in case.

The blue white swirl of hyperspace faded and the revert to realtime made all appear like a mirage before her.
Coruscant.
The glorious jewel and historically important world that marked two significant milestones in Alliance history, it stood as the furthest reaches of Alliance space and the last major battle in their war with the in it’s prime One Sith.
She watched as the traffic around Coruscant made it seem as if no difference had ever taken place, the only change was the One Sith Star Destroyers had been replaced by Alliance Naval Cruisers. A far shot from when she had last been here, on a secret mission to get under the Sith Temple and destroy it from within.
A pain on her arm shot through her flesh making her tremble.

She wouldn’t linger long. Recalculations had to be made, the hardest part of the journey still remained, the core awaited.

 

[Kira Vaal]

Trust In The Force
III

Astrogation was something Kira had learnt during her time as part of the Underground. [member="Jorus Merrill"] assuring that she was as proficient as she could be with the art of getting through space with her natural flight ability as well as using what Force skills she had as well. However nothing had prepared her for this.

There were no listed beacons through the core, no indications as to where your ship would be safe or where it would be fried into oblivion by a rogue star that had not been on the charts when they were last updated. She had to rely on her instincts completely, throwing the U-Wing through several small micro-jumps, taking hours at a time of pure sub-light flying and even shutting down several times to allow power hungry anomalies to pass before continuing.

She could feel the sweat pouring down her forehead as the flight continued, having just skipped through a nebula that had essentially forced her to fly blind and unassisted for several hours. Any normal pilot would have thrown the towel, yet she looked at it as a challenge, a trick that she had trained for as a spacer. Plus it gave her hope that should the need ever arise a base operating out of the deep core could essentially keep the Rebellion well hidden.

A small alarm sounded, different to the others, this one more welcoming and less aggravated as a system shut down or fuel leak. This was the proximity alarm, similar to the one that sounded all that time ago approaching Coruscant. It could mean only one thing.

Kira released the Hyperdrive and felt the U-Wing revert.
Tython was ahead of her, dominating the view and even with the active signs of battle with Sith remnants it looked as magnificent as it had ever been described to her.
“Okay I’m here now what?” She muttered as she stared at the planet. Rhen had been very un-informative as to what she had to actually look for when she arrived.
“When you arrive trust in the Force and you will see.” He had said with a smile.


“Damn Jedi.” She cursed.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 12/38

Over 500 casualties were sustained for the Alliance to get to the enemy CIC, with a few slicers being deployed to get into the ship's systems that are now socketguard-less and hence a lot easier to slice. At this stage, the white Twi'lek moved in to what the frontline leaders called Sector 12, the main remaining area for the enemy resistance, with the remaining GA marines onboard fighting the remaining pockets of Graug marines, with their morale withering at every step Cathul makes inside the ship due to her strong light-side presence. And stronger than the remainign Sith's dark-side signature at that, so she was confident that she could fight the Sith waiting for her near the CIC, while staying at the back of the labyrinthine formation of marines headed for the CIC. And then they walked in circles around the ship looking for it, while finally finding a few rows of corpses bearing lightsaber marks. Poodoo: it means the Sith is nearby or at least was there, she thought, upon finding a green-skinned Nautolan female wearing a black robe.

"The Jedi... not happy with destroying Omega, aren't they?" the Nautolan Sith asked Cathul, using Dun Moch.

"For that any Rogue One Sith survivors shall pay for their crimes!"

"En garde, Jedi Master!"


Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 1
Location: Zeltro -> Tython System


Craig stood in the middle of the club dance floor. His head was spinning. Someone had spiked his drink with something. It seemed like he was in trouble. He pulled out his blaster and whirled around staring at the club members. Everyone screamed and ran in terror. He had one last look and with a rush of color and nothingness his mind blacked out and he was unconscious.


"Craig... Sorry for the rather rude introduction. I am Spicey." Spicey stood and shook Craigs hand.
"Who are you?"
"I am someone from the alliance and I was sent to tell you that you missed your last order to report to the Tython system. They need your work... More than a few x-wings were hit and they need more engineers."
Craig looked at him and began remembering the attack on that space station. The screams. The bomb. The sith. His best friend dead before his eyes.
"Craig?" Spicer said as he poked him.
"Oh! Yeah... I kind of skipped that..."
"YOU SKIPPED IT!" Spicer screamed. "Sorry but it was an order!"
"Well someone close to me di...."
"Died huh? Well many of us lose friends and family in this damn war, but we all get over it.. You are no exception!"
Craig stood surveying Spicer. He waited a moment and answered, "Ill go. I need a transport."
"I can provide that."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: In Hyperspace Approaching Anaxes
Objective: The Men in the High Castle
Allies: Galactic Alliance, [member="Vilin"], [member="Valkyra Silber"]?
Enemies: One Sith Remnant, [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Tezuka Sayo"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Lightsaber
GA-HBS-01 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Post: 4


Zark fell into step alongside the Devaronian with practiced ease, matching the alien's distinctively stilted pace with his somewhat supernatural baseline reflexes. Commodore Vilin was not too many years the human's senior, but had spent decades longer serving in the Defense Fleet or one of its varied precursors. Yet despite the Jedi Knight's meteoric rise through the ranks by comparison after accepting a commission, to Zark's knowledge the Commodore had not been among those who harbored ill will towards him because of it, judging him based on the merits of his command skill instead of political games of promotion.

"I couldn't agree more," he replied, nodding his head sagely in assent as the Devaronian officer finished, "The Core grows more unstable every day, and High Command sends the Navy less resources to work with instead of more. Until now, that is."

He winked at his comrade as he added the last part almost as an afterthought.

"Elements of task force Sullust have been placed under my command," he explained in response to the Commodore's no doubt quizzical expression, "We've been temporarily reassigned to the Core along with strike groups from task forces Fondor and Bestine to assist in a 'surge of peacekeeping operations', whatever the kark that means."

As they neared their destination and the shuttle that would transport Vilin back to his command, Zark paused momentarily to gaze up at the bustling Coruscant skyscape, as if he could see out into the void beyond, "Its a shame I was too late for the party, but I caught a glimpse of her briefly on the way through the system checkpoints. She's one helluva ship, Vilin."

"I'd love to get the grand tour," Zark continued as he jogged a bit to catch up with the still purposefully tapping cane now ahead of him, "But I think I've gotta go get chewed out by some of the Admiralty over Coruscant rush hour traffic or something. Hopefully they don't end up assigning me to guard some outpost on Velusia or something, Velusian alcohol is terrible. I'll see you out in the black, Commodore."

 

[Xandyr Carrick]

[member="Zark"]

"I'm not sure you do want the grand tour," Vilin replied. It was a Sith vessel a long time ago. Whilst we've stripped and uplifted as much as we could the interior design is still a little...off. It is however worth seeing close up from the outside. They used to build ships and stations even bigger than this which does boggle the mind slightly."

He'd heard negative talk about Zark as well. Some of the younger ones who complained about privilege and good schooling. Villin knew the truth: you took what opportunities were afforded to you and begrudging anyone for doing so was folly. Of course his own name was truly tarnished. It didn't matter that his report had seen a man not fit for purpose removed from duties before he could do anything that led to a catastrophe. Vilin would always be the devaronian who had undermined his CO. And they had deliberately commissioned his own ship as the Viperous.

"We have to have to be flexible and keep a swift operation tempo in the core," he said. "Much like we did in the early days of the rim before the First Order came back in force. The forces still loyal to the Sith are small and agile and if we don't deal with them quickly they'll either do serious harm or join forces and retreat to rebuild. And then we'll have a war on two fronts."

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 2
Location : Tython system.

Craig stood aboard the bridge of an old Bothan Assault Cruiser. He looked around at the crew. The crew consisted of many young recruits. The ship looked to be new to the fleet.It was rusty and was probably found and used during the rebellion. One of the captains approached Craig.
"You! You are Craig right? That engineer that we sent for? Well were going to be transporting you to one of the nearby transport ships and were going to need you to fix up some ships for us... Are you capable?"
"Of course, sir."
"Good, the shuttle will be ready in an hour." He walked off towards a Twi'lek male towards the front of the bridge.

Craig walked out out of the bridge towards the hangar bay headed for the unknown...

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 13/38

The femaule Nautolan found herself facing Cathul and began swinging her red lightsaber in the direction of Cathul's lekku, with the white Twi'lek parrying it on her right. It was Cathul's first lightsaber duel in years, so the Nautolan sensed that she could somehow exploit the Alliancist admiral's rust to her advantage. At the beginning, it looks as if she could do just that: the Nautolan positioned her lightsaber overhead at an angle, as if aiming for a headshot. But Cathul had the presence of mind to just raise the lightsaber to her left to block the opposing attack. Said attack left the Nautolan exposed, but then Cathul couldn't capitalize on the opening, and then realized that there was something... wrong with her lightsaber. It just shut off of its own accord: was it because the Sith somehow used telekinesis to touch it? Or is it another reason? She attempts to ignite it again, falling back and fearing the worst, not realizing that she collided with a marine behind her, who nevertheless provides cover fire in the meantime.

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Anaxes
Objective: Blend into the background
Allies: Miss Blonde Tezuka Sayo Scáthach
Enemies: Valkyra Silber Ajira Cardei Vilin HK-36 [member="Vilin"] [member="Zark"]

"My lord your orders?"

The collection of sith and admirals gathered in the command room of Anaxes fortress all looked at the masked sith lords, waiting for their new leader to give out the commands to fight the enemie. Instead of talking, Abyss simply shook his head but sly grin formed on the small part of face that was concealed by the strange wooden construct that had become his symbol. They all looked at this like the rouge admiral would bring war to them, but Abyss was fully fateful that the soldiers of the Anaxes would manage to fight of anyone that wasn't ready to happily desert their leader and join the rise of Anaxes without his intervention. No, he had a greater war in mind, one that would come as soon as the alliance would make their move.

"No orders. I am no longer your lord. Soon the Alliance will be here to take over this world, and with me as leader they will hunt and fight us. Our field commanders can handle everything else."

There where quite a few looks of confusion, but Abyss didn't let them stop him. He reached for a nearby datapad and began typing, the words flowing out like he had never done anything else. Propaganda was one of the things the One Sith had taught him quite a lot about, and he wasn't shy on using these skills to his advantage. After a few minutes he handed the datapad to his old friend Grand Admiral Klye, noting to him to read it out loud.

"The Anaxes declaration of Sovereignty and Independent.

I, Grand Adrimal Dennon Kyle hereby announce the Sovereignty and Independence of the world of Anaxes by vote of the Anaxes high council. Our claim is legitimated by Anaxes independence before there One Sith era. Every action in Anaxes space without agreement of the high council is seen as an act of war of invading force against our sovereign nation and its people, until we can guarantee stability."

Abyss nodded and rose from his chair, taking a few steps back from the group. Slowly he was fading, not quite invisible yet also not quite there. His right hand was raised to his head, saluting the council.

"Send this on all frequencies. I will be in touch if you need me."

 

[Craig Bowler]

Post 3
Location : Tython System

"What is the meaning of this!"
Craig walked onto the bridge, lights flashing, astromech droids flew from left to right down the lanes between the x-wings. Deep inside the hangar was the shuttle Craig was supposed to take, except the shuttle was in flames. Craig ran down the steps and sprinted to the scene. Flames erupted all around, men screamed and shouted trying to put out the flames.
"What is happening!" Craig screamed above the sound of the flames.
"The ship imploded on itself!" An engineer nearby shouted.
Suddenly Craig remembered that time when the bomb that brought him so much distress. He snapped out of it. There is work to do. He ran to the front helping to put out the flames. The men around him slowly put out the flames, but the ship itself was completely destroyed. Damn.
"Craig? Any idea how this happened!?" The captain said walking towards him.
"Sir, I just stepped into the hangar when I saw the ship in flames!"
"Hmm... Look--" He was cut off as the sound of alarms flipped on all around them.
An invasion in this part of Tython? This cant be!

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 14/38

The cover fire provided by the marine was apparently enough to provide a distraction for Cathul to attempt heating the opposing double-bladed spinning lightsaber. But she did not realize that most Sith would be using pain and anger to empower themselves - she never did that during her initial training, and never did she fully embrace the dark side. While forcing the Nautolan to drop her lightsaber and shut it down, the Nautolan had arcs of lightning pointed at Cathul, who promptly used what computational power she had left in reserve to solve for the Nautolan's Maxwell equations and also have her own bits of green lightning out of her own finger. These two bolts of lightning overlapped each other and it was a golden opportunity for the remaining marines to fire stun shots at the Nautolan Sith, now devoid of a lightsaber. Too busy by the whole lightning thing, the Sith knight just absorbed five stun shots; it was over. The enemy bolt of lightning disappeared, and the green one hit the Nautolan; with that said, she was a little stunned from the green lightning bolt.

"Sith lord, the Galactic Alliance demands your surrender. Deliver Arian Kanno and your life will be spared"


Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: BYOO (Study the Flesh Raiders)
Location: Tython, Tythos Ridge
Post: 4

The attack, as much as it was, wasn't really all that impressive to Taeli. The tribe had attempted a straight forward attack, using crude blasters they had likely scavenged together and swords, and charged the Aurora line. Well, at least she now had twenty more unconscious subjects to run tests on. Several of them were already being shipped off to Horizon Station for... well certain experiments she had no intention on recording for the Alliance and Jedi to read.

"They seem to have been modified deliberately to enhance their aggression and bloodlust," she murmured, looking over a brain scan from one subject. "Someone in the distant past wanted to create the perfect frontline soldier it seems... or at least what they thought was the perfect soldier."

"The strands of original DNA we were able to isolate do not match any profile in our system, my Lady," one of her researchers stated. Now that was interesting, but not wholly unexpected. Still, if they didn't have any matches, the species thus had to be old enough... and possibly even extinct to not be in the database. That narrowed it down some for her.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Objective: Retribution
Location: Tython system (Kalimahr)
Allies: GA and friends
Enemies: Rogue One Sith
Post: 14/38

The remaining non-Graug crewmen that served the female Nautolan brought the male enemy admiral to Cathul, albeit with a little reluctance. Arian Kanno, who commanded Wraith Command, which was whittled down to less than a third of the meterage that survived the Omega Crisis - with the remainder of it having been previously beaten on Midvinter and here today. Meanwhile, all around the CIC, the Graug were being picked off one by one in their retreat. Their retreat proved to be a bloodbath, especially in a fighting retreat, where they could nevertheless inflict some casualties on the GA marines that boarded the enemy flagship. For now, anyway, battle is over, but these stupid Graug marines will fight to the last. Why even rely on these Graug marines? They are slow, cumbersome, stupid: the One Sith, rogue or not, made use of Graug as line infantry and we all know how that ended, she thought. By now Wraith Command was surrendering...

"Your terms for surrender?" Arian asked, shackled by the green-skinned Sith.

"You will be detained in custody until your friends on Anaxes are dealt with at a later date. Your ships will be impounded until then as well"

Therapy Command vanguard:

Spoiler

Capital ships:

ANS Hero of Coruscant (Mateus-class fleet carrier) light hull damage
ANS Legacy (Legacy-class star destroyer) emergency hyperjump
ANS Lothal (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Aleen (Lothal-class assault cruiser) moderate hull damage
ANS Andrew (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Draco (Nebulon B7 frigate)
ANS Jacen (Nebulon B7 frigate)

Attack craft:

75 B/E-3 B-Wings
20 BTL-S12 K-Wing Aerofortresses
34 D-Wings

Rogue One Sith fleet (departed to Tython unless otherwise stated):

Spoiler

Capital ships:

Justicar (Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer) heavy hull damage; Kalimahr
Wrack (Torment-class Star Destroyer) moderate shield damage
Charge (Vanguard-class heavy cruiser)
Restraint (Rhak Suri-class interdiction cruiser)
Tython (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Anaxes (Maladi-class strike frigate)
Impale (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Slice (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Maul (Boneshatter-class assault frigate)
Dismember(Boneshatter-class assault frigate)

Attack craft:

110 TIE/LN fighters
46 TIE/SA bombers

 

[Ben Carlin]

Post 1:
Location: Typhon System
Allies: GA
Enemies: Rogue One Sith

He would wake up hitting his head and falling off his bed looking around the floor bustling. He had missed another call. He got up and started to run out towards the hanger but realized his pants weren't on. Running back he slipped his clothing on and started to sprint back to his waiting ship. His crew team looked at him and he shrugged. They shook their heads in disappointment as he climbed up into it.

"Ben, how do you not have a nickname?"
"Why do you say that Carl?"
"Your always late.... and it's a life and death situation."
"This is true... wake me next time."
"We tried..."
"And?"
"Jimmy has a black eye."
"Oh sorry.... I'll buy him a drink later let's just get this thing up there."

His flight chief and him always would bicker, probably because of his heavy sleeping and being late for every major attack they've had within the last three months. He put on his helmet and closed the hatch to his fighter and waited for his okay to take off. It seemed slow... almsot as if it was almost over, well what's one more ship into the fun.