The Spacepiress of Chaos
The Hellknights, a Military Order with a zealous focus on the promulgation of the Law. Ages ago they were known as the Knights of Kal'Shebbol - a monastic force that focused on the opposition of Force Users; specifically the Jedi and Sith Orders of the time. As the years went by and the political landscape changed they sought to change with the times, shedding old tenants and adopting new to better suite their evolving purpose. At the end of the last great Galactic War, they and their leader fled from the Commenor Systems Alliance into Wild Space where the Dimean Order (as they had come to be called) went through yet another shift.
In the darkness of Wild Space they forged a new identity and changed once more, becoming the military order they are now. With the galaxy still in chaos, their leader - once an enemy of the Confederacy - has turned towards the CIS as the most possible and likely to bring Order to a Chaotic galaxy.
"And I looked, and behold a Pale Horse: And her name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with her."
If it were possible one could easily say that something was wrong - that it was too quite in space along the border near Hypori. From this world it was easy to stare out across the vast nothingness of the void as if attempting to stare into Wild Space beyond. A region that while crossed with Hyperspace routes was still largely unexplored even in this day and age. Still it seemed to be a quiet day; again though it as all too quite. Where they on a planet it could be akin to the animals having gone quiet and the wind being still. A flash in the distance - a vessel dropping from hyperspace to reveal the massive prow of the Nessius as it crawled out of the darkness and moved towards the planet. Not too far behind were multiple flashes, a fleet of old vessels making their way towards Confederacy space, creaking and groaning as the vessels slowly pulled closer and closer. Smoke poured from some and against all odds the vessels continued as if they were hell bound and determined to make for the world beyond.
Growling from the vessels filled the space around them as if they were wounded animals in a furious rage; as if they were alive in someway - though that would be impossible for machines of durasteel. As the vessels drew closer they converged on the lead vessel - these vessels appeared ancient; just as those once fielded by Revan's Sith Fleet in the days of yore. Just as quickly as they had appeared they had stopped, just short of the border though still close enough to offer threat.
From the depths of the lead vessel a message rang out, broadcasting to any within range that sought out the vessel - though it was safe to say that such a potential threat would be met by the defense force of the world beyond.
"This is Amelia von Sorenn..."
The message cut out, the vessels ancient and old, untouched for years now and left to decay in space. A flock of mynocks seemed to burst from the Nessius as though they were released from cages.
"Former....... Minister...... Commenor."
The message was incomplete, once more dropping out as static filled the lines.
"We.......you....... Confederacy...."
The Corpse Fleet- The Nessius (Flagship)
- Interdictor II class Cruiser (12)
- Interdictor II class Carrier (4)
- Interdictor II class Military Transport (20)
- Harbinger class Cathedral Ship (5)