And Begin Slitting Throats

[Cyrus Tregessar]

A flash of light flickered through the endless void, heralding the arrival of a single ship. Had there been anyone in the vicinity to see it, they would have noted the distinctive dagger shape, hallmark design of imperial power for hundreds of years. Perhaps they might have felt something like fear. Only one faction claimed that legacy now, and the symbol of the One Sith was clearly emblazoned on the sides of the vessel. A vessel who's design was in no database, could be recognized by none save those who had been involved in her construction. A vessel that had yet to build a reputation for horror and destruction.

And it was only to be the first of many.

Aboard the command bridge of the ship, Vice Admiral Cyrus Tregessar stood, listening to the delivery of standard reports that followed any ship's exit from hyperspace. The quick jump had been successful, all systems were reporting green across the board, and the drive was spinning up as per specifications. All in all a good start to today's trials.

And trials was all they were. A standard sequence of tests designed to put the ship through her paces, make sure that it was overall spaceworthy and capable of being taken into combat. After completion, the ship would return to the yards for final tweaks, fitting out, and a bit of spit and polish before final certifications, commissioning, and delivery to the fleet.

Assuming today went well, of course. For better or worse, Cyrus had invited basically every notable involved in the Sith Navy to attend the basic space trials. A little 'fuck you' to the Admiralty, who seemed to still be holding a grudge after the incident with Rear Admiral Ganel Mahken. It was something of a gamble, if things went well, there'd be no way for them to pull funding now. If things turned out not-so-great, they'd have all the support they needed to stop the project entirely.

Cyrus had no doubts about how he would handle things, nor of the skill possessed by Captain Vayyrel, his zabrak chief-of-staff and acting skipper. He was more concerned about the quality of work that had gone on in the shipyards. There was a limit to how much direct control even a Vice Admiral could have over work practices of a vast corporation like Titan Industries. All he'd managed to do was get some Naval oversight of production.

Time to put some faith in the engineers then.

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

The quality of work would be flawless.

Titan Industries as far as Alric Kuhn was concerned was above reproach. The work they did was phenomenal and the ships they built were above anything else the galaxy could produce. Alric had proven that time and time again with Vessels like the The Wyyrlok, The Immortals, and the Dark Blade.

What Titan produced was lightyears above the the Republic, and that was only to be further proven by this ship as well as the new Maladi Frigate that would likely compliment it. He had no illusions about this, and he thought himself right in his assumptions that everything would run smoothly here today. A quick look at his chrono told him that he still had some time before he had to attend his next meeting.

His days were busy now.

Titan had expanded through more than three dozen Star Systems. Add those facilities to his major Shipyards on Copero, Corellia, and now Citadel Station Alric oversaw a massive quantity of work for only a single person.

Sleep was a rare thing for him, very rare.

Silara often told him the folly of this, and whenever the two were together the Sith Lady practically forced sleep upon him. Her tactics were always...appreciated, and the rest and care he received when he was with her always made him look forward to their time together. A smile crept upon his face as he thought of those times, though the memories slipped away as he was torn back into reality.

“So Vice-Admiral.” Alric said confidently. “Your thoughts?”

 

[Via Dolorosa]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] ... [member="Alric Kuhn"]​

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When news reached her ears that a new prototype warship would be soon leaving to conduct routine trials that ranged from hyperspace jumps to mock battles, she had found curiosity had gotten the best of her. She hated flying, more aptly put she had a fear of flying. However, in the recent months she began to feel more at ease in space yet still had issues with shaking off the cold. One thing at a time. So when the vessel's manifest was being created she tossed her name into the ring as an observer. She just had to see this thing in action. ​

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The moment she stepped onto the ship, she inquired about a datapad that contained the ship's schematics and was pleased how efficient the crew was when she had been given one. Her black and red flecked eyes darted through the rolling text inhaling the knowledge at record pace. This ship was truly remarkable and would definitely give an advantage to the OS in terms of naval might over their enemies. However, several questions came to mind. What was the total cost to build one? How much is the cost to maintain one let alone an entire fleet of these beauts? The other questions would be answered during the in flight testing.​

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"Congratulations on such a fine vessel, Rear-Admiral," she said moving toward the two men. She not yet had the pleasure of meeting these two gentleman before now. "Darth Venefica," she announced extending her right hand out. She was still trying to get these greeting gestures down and hoped she had chosen the right one.​

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Cyrus turned to face the man who had addressed him. He was young, younger than one traditionally thought an executive of one of the most powerful corporations in the galaxy would be. Natural talent, good fortune, or the benefits of being in bed with the Sith? Who could say, and in truth it was probably a combination of all three. To Cyrus it didn't matter, he was an ancillary character at best. He had the resources to make ships, and it was those ships that Cyrus took into battle and fought. At least he had proven reasonably intelligent so far, and the ships made by Titan Industries were, by and large, above reproach. Cyrus didn't view him as an equal, and how could he? He was no warrior, not a soldier, not a fighter. If you didn't bother to participate in the greatest challenge any being could put upon themselves, how could you be measured against those who did? But he was a far cry from the useless administrators and glassy-eyed officials that permeated the Sith bureaucracy, and he garnered some respect for that alone.

"So far so good, Mr. Kuhn." That was as close to praise as one was likely to get from a Tregessar. "Once the last hyperdrive system checks are complete we'll begin a full power run to stress the engines. Hopefully the tail performs as designed, and we might surprise a few people with how well she maneuvers."

A new greeting caused Cyrus to break off from the earlier conversation and turn to face a... woman. Some Sith he didn't know and didn't care to know, but the noble education and sense of etiquette instilled into every scion of House Tregessar took over, and Cyrus found himself graciously half-bowing and accepting the handshake. "A pleasure, Lady Venefica."

Gods, good thing Val'ryss wasn't here to laugh at him playing host to the Sith.



[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

They were never talkative, Admirals. All rather quiet folk who always brooded and thought about things. Alric simply smiled at the man. He knew very little about Cyrus Tregessar. He knew very little about much of the One Sith Navy personnel in fact.

That struck him as odd, and it was not something that he had realized until just now.

Most of his dealings had not been with the Admirals or Commanders of the One Sith, but rather the Sith Lords that reigned above them. Voices, Hands, Wraths, they were his clients. The only time that he had met one of the Admirals was when Boan Rein had come to him with a demand to fix the Imperious, her flagship.

Alric had done so of course as a contract to the new Vice-Admiral and the One Sith.

Cyrus was the only other member of the One Sith Navy he had ever met. Even Silara's ship, the vessel that he had designed for her had not been crewed by members of the Naval branch, but instead by their Yuuzhan Vong counterparts. The fact that he knew so little disturbed him.

He made a mental note to fix that.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Introductions with those who had made their way to the bridge now complete, Cyrus turned back to the business of running the ship. So far there wasn't much to be done, and the only noise beyond the usual boiling hum of the engines was periodic reports making their way up from Central Control indicating that the various engineering checks were all running on schedule. Given the previously shaky development process for most the new technology on the vessel, it was a relief to know that things were performing according to specifications.

A report of 'all checks complete, stand by for full power run' came across the general announcing system. A moment after the ship began accelerating at maximum power, and the hum became a roar. Cyrus caught himself grinning like a boot ensign, and wiping the smirk off his face turned to face Alric again.

"Given your corporation's previous work on the Darkblade and Immortals, I must admit I had my doubts that you would be able to design the after maneuvering section of the ship properly. My complements to your engineers, it has surpassed all expectations. She moves like a vessel half her size."

That was true praise, but there was really much to be impressed with. The tail had been little more than a concept in Cyrus' mind when he began consultation with Titan Industries to turn it into something woudl actually go on the end of the Star Destroyer. The ability to turn vague concepts and promising ideas into a real working project was the hallmark of a great engineer, as far as he was concerned.

With a violent lurch the ship slowed drastically, sending everyone on the bridge who wasn't sitting down stumbling forward. Cyrus managed to catch himself on the console in front of him. Moving from full ahead to full reverse was part of the test, but not so soon, and not like that. While Captain Vayyrel assessed internal damages, Cyrus called up Central Control. The response was discouraging, but to be expected. Major power fluctuation in the reactor system followed by cascading thrust failure. A not unknown problem with new ships that hadn't been able to test their connections and the like properly, but close to unheard of for Titan Industries' ships.

"I may retract my earlier statement, Mr. Kuhn."

[member="Alric Kuhn"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

Alric didn't react, at least not at first.

Something was wrong, he knew that almost immediately. Yes the problem was not uncommon, at least with other designers, but this was Titan Industries. More importantly this ship had received more care and attention than any other vessel aside from perhaps Silaras flagship. This project was important, both for Titan and the One Sith.

This problem should not have existed.

He shifted, and snapped his fingers over towards one of his men. The Son of Titan flanking Alric quickly reached up onto his arm and pulled the datapad free. Alric took it from the man and then activated it.

Almost instantly readings from the ship itself began to pop up, several Titan Industries engineers still being on board the ship in order to monitor the situation. From their reading, and from the other data that Alric could see on the screen Alric quickly realized that this was no fault of construction.

“Or perhaps not.” He said quietly as he began to dig deeper.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She was hunched over looking at the nav computer, while listening to the details of the unique design from the navigation officer when the ship lurched unexpectedly, causing her to place her right hand on the monitor to prevent crashing headfirst into it. The two exchanged glances as if they were under the impression the other one could explain what happened. The officer shook his head no and shrugged his broad shoulders, spurring her to seek out answers. A ship this size should not suddenly lurch then lose speed, something was amiss.​

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"Vice-Admiral Tregessar," she said moving toward the two gentleman in hopes of discovering news why this incident had occurred.​

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Suddenly she halted her advance and cocked her head to the right, appearing to the others as if she was trying to listen to something. But she wasn't listening, she was feeling something through the Force. It was reaching out to her, warning her of impending trouble. Slowly she closed her eyes to seek out and pin-pointe the source of the disturbance. First she stretched her senses through the ship and found nothing alarming other than confusion radiating off several individuals. It was only then did she catch what she had been hunting when she extended her ability beyond the the ship itself.​

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She opened her eyes looking at both the Vice-Admiral and the one he called Mr. Kuhn. Judging by their expressions, this was not part of the in flight testing process.​

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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"]​

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Cyrus watched Alric work and after a moment turned back to his console with a frown. Decisive action, whether it was right or wrong, was necessary in war, better to make a wrong decision than none at all. When dealing with business tycoon's and corporate magnates on the other hand, patience was the word of the day. It wouldn't do to alienate people right now, not when it was becoming more and more clear that he had enemies out there somewhere.

A few commands brought up system overlays for several different sections of the ship. Most were displaying some sort of fault or another, with indications that the nature of the casualties was being investigated by the proper technicians. But so many at the same time, and in unrelated systems... Power distribution from the reactor had been disrupted to more than just the thrust, even the connections to the the main weapons system switchboards were down, and the ship didn't even have turbolasers installed.

Sabotage? Even has he considered the mere possibility a wave of anger rose up unbidden. Was this Mahken's doing, or those who still supported him? He wanted to race back to Coruscant and strangle every one of them himself, but from the looks of things they weren't about to be going anywhere anytime soon. Even the most promising diagnostic report indicated that main thrust would be down for several hours.

Then why the hell bother? Strand him in space for a while. Sure it was embarrassing, but once the fault was uncovered it wouldn't effect anything. Unless there was more to it then a simple bit of sabotage. He considered the possibilities, and what resources he had available. The results weren't very promising, but they could have been worse. The ship may not have been fitted out with most of it's primary weapon systems yet (most noticeable were the gaps in the main hull where the HVC turrets would go) but the sensor and combat system was all up and operational, and most importantly still receiving power.

"Captain Vayrrel, conduct a full system sweep on all spectrum's. We've got advanced sensors, lets use them."

He turned back towards the Sith woman and Alric.

"My apologies for the turn of events. It appears there has been some foul play, I assume directed at me, but I would ask for your honesty now if you have enemies who might want you dead. The safety of this ship and everyone on board is at risk."

Could the Admiralty really be so arrogant as to put the lives a Sith Lord and the CEO of Titan Industries at risk, or was there more going on here than he realized? They'd find out soon enough.

[member="Darth Venefica"][member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

Enemies?

That was a silly thing to ask a man like Alric Kuhn. He ran a multi-planetary Corporation. He had wronged more people than any Sith ever had and had made more enemies than one could even list. He frowned slightly, then looked away from the datapad in his hand.

“There is a very long list of people who would enjoy seeing me in my grace Admiral.” An honest answer was best in this case. “However, I doubt any of them would be willing to take this much risk.”

No.

His enemies would come for him in the dead of night or perhaps poison his food. Most of them were cowards, and the other half were already dead thanks to Kiran and the other Sons of Titan. He knew that this wasn't because of him, though he couldn't imagine anyone would be foolish enough to attack this vessel.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She narrowed her eyes at the Vice-Admiral when he mentioned the word enemy. She had enemies in the past but to her knowledge none were living presently, or any she was aware of now. Besides, if she some how gave cause for an enemy to be birthed out of her achievements, then they were a fool to attack a Sith Naval vessel just to get to her. No, what was out there, what she felt was coming for everyone; perhaps even the ship itself.​

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"Vice-Admiral Tregessar," she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice directed at the situation, "Ships, Admiral. Your sensors will report a cluster of ships."​

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Her head turned toward direction where Captain Vayrrel was quickly trying to raise the ship's advanced sensors. The Sith Lady had already announced what was out there, but those that could not command the Force or did not trust the Force put their faith in technology to seek answers to even the simplest of equations. However, technology, unlike the Force, was created by humans and aliens. Thus, technology can be used to counter other technology; such as radar jammers and sensory blockers.​

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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] ... [member="Alric Kuhn"]​

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Cyrus couldn't help but be doubtful when the Sith woman spoke. He'd never put much faith in the 'Force' that Sith and Jedi worshiped. It could be a powerful weapon of course, he'd seen that first hand many times, but a weapon alone didn't win wars. But enough had gone wrong so far today that perhaps it was worth considering things. He managed a quiet 'mmhm' in response and turned away to picture the current situation as a tactical problem.

The pieces fell together quickly. The ship was structurally complete, but had no heavy weaponry, and no munitions loaded, which rendered half of the lighter batteries useless. A single squadron of fighters was embarked, a standard contingency setup for any ship undergoing trials. Furthermore, there was only a skeleton crew onboard, and those mostly technicians and engineers. A single company of Helldivers had embarked as the security force. Finally, the Hyperdrive was offline, and engines had minimal thrust at best.

The Admiralty was proving far more clever in their plans than he had thought possible. Never underestimate your foe, he could have sworn he'd learned that lesson before. But of course it made sense that someone like Ganel Mahken had some sort of talent, and if that wasn't tactical skill then why not subterfuge and treachery?

"Captain Vayyrel, status report."

The Zabrak had been weaving in and out of the personnel down in the control section of the bridge. She looked up now, her face grim. "Hyperspace contacts inbound. Estimate four to ten vessels, eta..." she looked up at the main display. "Now."

As if on cue, five ships dropped out of hyperspace in close proximity to the battlecruiser. They were a haphazard looking bunch, with no markings and broadcasting no ID. Pirates, or more likely two-bit mercenaries kept as a secret reserve on some bureaucrat's payroll. Four corvettes and one battered frigate, had the battlecruiser been operational they would have stood no chance, but as things stood now...

"Lady Venefica if my assumptions are correct, and they usually are, we are going to be boarded. There is little at the moment I can do about that, and I request your assistance in repelling the invaders. Or at least buying some time." Then he turned to Alric. "Mr Kuhn, unless appearances deceive me you are no warrior, but your expertise in shipbuilding would be invaluable now. The priority should be the maneuverability thrusters. I will dispatch a squad of my Helldivers for your protection immediately."

Without waiting for a response he made his way to the Admiral's chair. A small panel on the side opened at his touch, revealing a disruptor pistol which he strapped to his waist, and a pair of keys on lanyards. One he placed around his neck. The other he twisted in his fingers a few times before turning and handing it to Alric.

The two most secure locations on the ship, CIC and Reactor Central, each had a small box by the main console. The box was entirely nondescript, but had a keypad, brainwave scanner, and slot for a key. A four-step voice authentication procedure was required; code-voice-scan-key, at which point the massive Solar Ionization Reactor which powered the ship would enter an irreversible overload process. It was the last resort onboard every Imperial vessel.

For those who knew what the key was, the implication was clear. The ship would not be captured, whatever the cost.

[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Without a single word spoken, she spun on her heels and headed toward the docking bay. There was not many weaknesses a ship of this magnitude possessed, but the clear choice would be the docking bay. She marched through the deserted corridors to meet and greet the enemy, pirates most likely, removing the dangling weapon from her right side.​

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The Sith Lady knew the numbers would be against her when the fighting broke out, but she had two things on her side. First, she had the element of surprise. They didn't know a Sith Lady was currently on board this vessel and their first response upon seeing her would be fear. And she would their fear against them. Fear was her ally.​

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The second was the ship itself. The Imperial Navy went to great lengths to keep this ship a mystery so the layout of the vessel would not be known to them. She had studied the ship's interior design when she first boarded the ship herself and again she would use this to her advantage. She didn't have to defeat them all, just stall them long enough for the Vice-Admiral to properly set up a repelling party. The pirates had chosen the wrong ship to plunder.​

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[member="Cyrus Tregessar"] ... [member="Alric Kuhn"]​

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric raised an eyebrow at the key, but took it.

The ship likely had stormtroopers on it, or soldiers of some sort. It didn't matter really. Alric had his two Sons of Titan with him and they could fight well enough. He shifted slightly and wrapped the key around his hand, slipping it into his pocket and hiding it.

The Two Sons looked at Alric.

“Sir?”

The Tetan smiled slightly. Well if the ship was boarded there would be a fight, and apparently the Admiral was concerned enough with the possibility of losing that he was considering the destruction of the entire vessel. If it was that serious there was no point in sending the Sons out to fight whoever was on their way.

“Secure the bridge.” Was all he said quietly.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The hanger was easily the most vulnerable part of the ship when it came to boarding, and it was almost certain that the pirates would focus their efforts on landing the corvettes there. Each contained potentially several hundred boarders and the upper limit could be even higher if the crew wasn't worried about keeping the ship intact. The frigate was probably support, but also likely had boarding teams onboard.

"Captain, launch the fighters immediately, have them position aft of the ship, clear from fire until directed. As soon as they're off lock down the hanger and seal everything within two decks and a hundred frames. Have all non-essential crew are to report to an armory and assigned to teams. The Helldivers will fight delaying tactics to buy time for us to organize a response, and we'll make them pay in blood from room to room. Sound general quarters."

The captain nodded, and shortly after the distinctive alarm was blaring across the main speakers. That was one problem dealt with, more or less. The next was the ships themselves. At present he had next to no firepower, except for the large battery of laser cannons and point defense guns. Not terribly effective against warships normally, but if linked together and focused on one of the corvettes?

"Captain Vayyrel, you have the bridge. Have a squad of Helldivers meet me en route to CIC."

He turned finally to Alric. "Normally I do not trust people like you in situations like this, but I have no choice. To destroy that frigate, I need the engines operational. In that capacity, you have command of the bridge, the Captain will comply with your orders, just leave the weapon systems online."

With that, he turned and left the bridge.

Elsewhere, a a platoon of Helldivers wordlessly fell in behind [member="Darth Venefica"]. They were veterans and had worked with Sith before. Though they'd never admit it (most of Shadowlines troops tended to inherit Cyrus' general mistrust of anything relating to the force) the fact that a Sith Lord was at their head provided a serious boost in morale. There was only a single point of concern, and the lieutenant in command of the unit feel in next to the Sith. "Ma'am, just so you're advised, our orders are to strike and fade, minimizing our own casualties and buying time for the Admiral to work his magic. We'll support you as best we can, but remember that there's no reinforcements or waves of stormtroopers to follow."

In the void beyond the ship, the pirate vessels inched closer. Their contact had indicated that the ship would be totally powered down, and that was surely not the case, so they waited to see if there was any response. Minutes ticked by with no response, and suddenly the frigate fired a volley of ion cannons, focused around the hanger section. The fight was on.

[member="Alric Kuhn"][member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The ship shuddered under the impact of the ion bolts, and the shield arrays nearest the hanger flickered as they struggled to maintain coherency. All of a sudden the switched off entirely, and the single squadron of fighters dropped out and quickly took up position behind the ship, well clear of the lines of fire. Once the last was clear the shields switched back on, just in time to absorb a second volley. Anyone examining a combat display would have noticed that they were at 50% already, a rather rapid decrease given the size of the ship and comparatively unimpressive scale of firepower directed at it.

Cyrus in the meantime had made his way to CIC, and was directing the technicians and operators there to reconfigure the Fighter/Missile Defense system. It wasn't a major modification, but system was programmed to target corvettes, and right now he needed it to be able to. Each of the corvettes could potentially carry a couple hundred boarders, depending on how tightly the pirates liked to pack their people in, and if all five were able to disembark their troops it would be tough to repel the whole force (not to mention the several hundred likely on the frigate).

Taking care of the frigate had to wait until the engines were back online, but the corvettes were inching closer, preparing for their run on the hanger once the shields went down. The battlecruiser may only have had laser turrets designed to shoot down fighters, but massed fire was massed fire, and more than enough for now, assuming they could get it working.

The ship shuddered under ion cannon attack again. They had minutes left at best now.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]
[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The entry to CIC slid open, and the handful of operators and technicians inside glanced up as Cyrus entered. None stood or made any other indication that he was there, they were all too busy working on getting the combat system of the ship up and running. As Cyrus made his way to the center of the compartment were the Admiral's chair was, he lingered his gaze a few seconds on the large display which showed the area of space in the vicinity of the ship.

The engines may well have stopped, but the velocity of the vessel meant it had continued moving forward. The pirate frigate had matched speed to a point, but over the next few minutes would gradually drift until it was above the ship, and not by much. Probably intentional, to open up a clear path of fire to the bridge.

Good, let them think they still had the advantage in this fight.

"Weapon systems coming online now, sir."

Cyrus nodded. "Very well. As soon as they are up, fluctuate the shield capacitors so that the hanger appears to drop under the next volley. Target the lead corvette with all systems."

The crew went to work, and soon everything indicated as ready. The ship shook once again under the barrage, and only this time did Cyrus notice how insubstantial the impact was. Barely more noticeable then the 'hum' when it left hyperspace. He grinned, the boiling rage from before was pushed down, left to stew and ferment, it wasn't needed now. His enemies had overstepped, this was the best they could do and it wouldn't work, all that was left was wrapping up.

[member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

If the pirate corvettes noticed the defense turrets of the prototype Warhammer come to life, they made no indication of it. A final barrage of ion bolts saw the shields around the hanger flicker and go out. Almost on cue, all four corvettes surged forward, eager to take their prize, or so they thought.

As one, the defense turrets swiveled to track the lead corvette, and then opened fire. Each quad laser did minimal damage on its own, but the combined barrage spread out across the corvette's shields and lit it up like a star. For a few seconds, the shields held, and the vessel, wreathed in the red fire of the excess energy from the lasers, continued onward towards the hanger. Then the shields failed with a visible flash and the lasers now turned their power into melting and stripping away the hull.

The squadron of fighters which had been clustered to the rear of the ship all this time were not idle either. As the corvette formation wavered, they swooped in, headless of the risk. A selection of the laser turrets shifted fire to weaken a second corvette's shields, and this was promptly finished off by a volley of proton torpedoes. Once the shields were down the fighters picked off the engines and maneuvering thrusters, leaving the ship adrift. They had barely finished and reformed (now only nine) before the first corvette erupted into the telltale fireball of a reactor containment failure. As the glow of the explosion faded, they sped off towards the frigate.

The second corvette didn't last much longer as the guns shifted, but the other two made their way to the hanger with limited harassment. For a moment, Cyrus admired their tenacity, the odds were surely against them now, but they pressed on with their mission, perhaps hoping the frigate would make the difference. He had plans yet for that ship, but for now there was butcher's work to be done in the passageways and corridors of the ship, the sort of thing one brought a Sith along to do.

[member="Alric Kuhn"] | [member="Darth Venefica"]