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A soft nod, was returned to Vrak, before he withdrew his lightsaber and dug into the steel door. His blade, flashing crimson sparks from it. The effort continued for countless minutes until eventually success, and the door was kicked from it's hinges by the pair. Both of their boots hitting the door at the same time, causing the door to slide forwards into the Reactor's chamber.
They glanced around the room with awe at it's contents. Though outside, the sounds of battle could be heard. Screams, blaster fire and explosions. A perfect cocktail. Though in space, his fighters were dropping like flies. They were being pounded, though he had a feeling it didn't matter. Vrak, was a clever man. He had a plan, obviously. This was going to be a victory for The Resurgent Empire and that's the only option.
"Hm- interesting." He released from his mouth as a soft exhale came prior to that.
Though a bleep would siren on his wrist, he would glance down and frown. Indicating what had just occured. He had recieved an alert his shields had come down from the Ion cannon, followed by critical damage emitting from the turbolaser fire. "Eheh. There goes my ship. Might aswell write her off." He sighed.
Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath Objective: Combat the enemy boarder, order AXIOS to command the fleet. Allies: @Anya Loma [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]
Enemies: TRE & Allies [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Vraukt"] Distraction. The death of many men on the battlefield.
Blood fell on Adron's cheek, pulling his mind back to the bridge of his ship. He watched as Anya fell onto the ground before him, writhing in pain. The scene caused the skip of his heart beat as he watched the woman he loved slam into the deck of his ship. Flames that flew from her hands died down as her screams echoed throughout the bridge.
Darkness called to him, as it had before, yet this time he had more than enough rage to answer the call. The Force seemed so easily accessibly as he tightened his grip on his lightsaber, it was almost as if he could see it, feel it, taste it, control it.
He swept his right arm forward, his lightsaber lashing out to the Cathar, attempting to force him back. As his blade moved to create a birth between Anya and the Sith Adron's left hand tingled as he commanded the Force once again. Throwing his free hand forward, another kinetic wave would flow towards the Sith, this one far stronger than the one before, far more raw in it's nature.
"My lord." The AXIOS system spoke into his comm link, attempting to report on the battle outside. "The Imperial ships are moving back into position an-" Adron pulled the ear piece from his ear, holding it in his hand as he muttered down to the device. "Handle it." He ordered, before closing his fist around the device, destroying it.
Stepping over Anya he would dip himself into the Dark side of the Force as he had been trained to do. "I'm going to kill you." He said, staring at the Cathar, rage flooding his eyes.
Meanwhile, The AXIOS system tried it's best to maintain control of The Dominion fleet. Commanding the Fleet Captain's as it needed it was not a replacement for a true Commander, but working as best it could off of logistical and probable data.
Utilizing The Fleet's Myriad Corvette's as a shield for the lancer class ships the AI was able to protect their heavy armament, however the maneuver was merely a prolongation, not a solution. Even with their power focused to their shields there was no chance of those standard shields standing up to that type of fire power for long.
Cedric's Wrath was able to utilize it's impressive molecular shielding to absorb the payload delivered from The pallaeon. However, it was not until the planetary shield failed that the AI was forced to reevaluate it's calculations. With only the Shield gate remaining, the fleet would not be able to protect the surface from the onslaught the enemy fleet could wreak with it's weaponry.
Republic Fleet: DEFENSIVE Cedric's Wrathx1 AXIOS Operational, Systems attempting recovery, Secondary shield holding, Fighters Refitting Lancer Class Cruiserx3 Firing, Fighters Refitting Veridian class Heavy Assault Cruiserx4 1x Shields/engines failed. CRITICAL CONDITION, 1x Resisting Tractor Beam. 3x Firing on Secondary Centurion-Cruiser, 4x Fighters Refitting Myriad-class-corvettex4 All power diverted to shield generator, attempting to defend Lancer Cruiser's, shield percentage slowly falling.
"Beyond where? There is no beyond. It is all one."
Whisps of smoke started to curl from the gaunt humanoid. Warok grinned, showing blocky, tombstone shaped teeth.
"No, no. Shadows don't give answers. Only questions. No shadows here."
Pursing his lips, Warok blew. At first, nothing happened save for the puff of air, then there came a rush of chill wind down the dead corridor. The breeze smelled of ancient pine, crisp snow, and just a hint of decay. Tendrils of incense creeping too near to Warok's face blew away.
Nodding to himself, the ursine pointed at the book [member="Darth Abyss"] had been using. "That. That has answers. Give it to me."
Location: Serenno, TRE shuttle landing area
Objective: kill anyone who crosses the horizontal and vertical
Allies: Domain, SJO
Enemies: TRE, [member="Samka Derith"]
The first landing shuttle had landed, she knew the more elite forces where taking down priority targets and this assault was probably more of a distraction+do as much damage as possible, though she had been ordered to protect group troops. As soon as the shuttle door started to open a woman leapt out ahead of everyone else igniting a light-saber ready to kills those standing in her way, "hmm a poteintal Sith, a good target to start off with, at a slightly later date".
Looking through her scope she decided to take aim at the shuttle not [member="Samka Derith"] putting her sites over where she knew the engine would roughly be. While Samaka defected bolts fired at her by Dominion ground troops she let loose a .57 cal amour piecing slug towards the shuttle as soon as the ram cam all the way down.
The sound damaging belt combined with the silencer caused to gun to only make a 'thump' sound once the slug was fired, though the kick back was still just as much. Careening through the air the high powered slug ripped through several TRE troopers unluckily enough to be in the way, sending limbs flying and blood everywhere on in inside of the shuttle. The slug continued into the engine, though not making it explode instantly it started to fluctuate and overheat, it would blow up soon, which would undoubtedly cause a decent fireball of death.
As the troopers inside panic-ally tried to exit the shuttle, Formrota simply stared blackly down the scope, no emotion, her hand quickly moving the bolt on her weapon back loading a new slug into the chamber, "so the fun begins, perfect". As another shuttle started to land she took aim at its engines as well "bolt action speaks louder than words", pulling the trigger she sent another .57 cal slug towards her target, not awaiting destruction she loaded another round in ready to shoot again.
The laughter was far from a good sign. His answer, even worse. Strapping herself in, Xandari gave a short laugh at his response, nerves setting in like predators to wounded prey. Surely, he was joking. Granted, she never thought as Tyris as someone capable of joking, but surely he was making an exception this one time. Just the two of them and a couple marines? That was suicide.
"Sounds more like a test of who's getting the furthest," she mumbled to herself, pessimism winning over its optimistic counterpart. This hadn't been how she had wanted to go out, not blown out of the sky, left to the cold vacuum of space. Nor did dying in some corridor of the enemy's design sound all that appealing, either. No, if she was being entirely truthful, she wasn't keen on dying in general, especially not in this skirmish.
What are the chances of making out of this?
For you? You'd be better off not knowing. Ouch. Not even the AI sounded optimistic. Granted, that was nothing new from Garth, but this was a new low in his automated voice.
Was Xandari ready to face death? Yes and no. She wasn't exactly leaving anyone behind, there was nothing in particular she was dead set on doing before leaving the mortal world. The finality of it all just didn't hold an appeal, not when there were other things she could be doing with whatever years she'd have if they weren't cut short this day.
As the pod came to a halt, she'd talked herself into a bigger mess than before. Jumping at Tyris' words, she scrambled to get her hands on extra weapons, temporarily forgetting about the harness. Once released from it, she grabbed the first blaster that came to mind, its ammunition, and a handful of flash bangs and thermal detonators. If today truly was to be her last, she had every intention of taking out as many others as she could. Vibrowhip a constant at her side, she shouldered the weapons with a nervous huff, readying herself for the horrors that surely awaited.
Location - Ord Radama, Marshlands. Objective - Engage RE ground parties. Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Marl"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] Opposition -TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
The company of YVH droids took off into stride through the marshes, energy blades and blasters ready. The terrifying-looking combat droids made their way through the dense marshes, searching every location they could and making engagements would contacts wherever they could be found.
When groups of Resurgent troops were discovered in their hiding spots, waiting to ambush the main force of men that Valkren was ready to lead toward the wreckage, they’d move toward them without hesitation. Even if sections of the combat droids took casualties, they’d continue to throw numbers at the positions until the enemies were obliterated or heavily-injured.
These engagements would continue while Valkren would be just beyond the shield wall issuing orders. A line of Tanks and APCs advanced toward the marshes in groups, but the colonel was more concerned with three sections of the vehicles that were with him. Several sections and convoys had been ordered to secure the entire perimeter incase of any enemies that tried to flee the battlefield.
His convoy of a bengal battle tank and two APCs in tow behind it had been dubbed ‘Broadsword One,’ which would be the initial group of vehicles and soldiers to enter in after the wave of droids, with an identical set of convoys on either side of his own, each titled Broadsword two and three.
On his right, broadsword two, was headed up by Marl. Within his APC would be Darren Torren, and Velus along with the platoon of rangers that were to accompany them. Their convoy would still be in eyesight of his own, just because they could easily provide one another support as needed. It was the same for broadsword three, which was to the left of his convoy, and was led by Lieutenant Harris.
Sections of three tanks followed by few apcs were what the forces were like that spread themselves around the perimeter of the marshes, besides Valkren’s section which would have reached the edge of the marsh by this time while the rest were still circling. The sections that reached the Marshes first would mainly consist of Rangers and Berserkers, while the convoys on the other side would consist mainly of Dragoons, to be used mainly as flanking tactics if needed and to keep the enemies from fleeing like stated before.
While the conflict with the droids winded down, either squads of droids finishing their engagements or being absolutely demolished due to their blatant orders of finding positions, Broadsword section reached the edge of the marshes. The three Bengal attack tanks staring down the trees and swamps, waiting for their next orders.
“Broadsword one lead, cleared to engage. Create a path for the convoys.” Valkren’s voice chimed in on through the radios.
“Copy all, Broadsword one lead is good.”
“Broadsword two lead is good.”
“Broadsword three lead is set.”
Like clockwork, all the commanders of the tanks leading the set came through, with voices in the background barking loud orders as each of tank crews’ gunnery officers began to load the weapons themselves the first time around, ensuring that everything was in working order as the orders flowed through everyone's’ comms systems.
Particle beams and slugs escaped the coaxial mounts on the attack tanks at the same time, the ground around the convoy and the vehicles shaking violently every time another round or slug was let loose into the marsh, destroying either droids or Resurgent troopers positions in the awful muck. Orders continued to be barked, and rangers cheered and laughed every time another round was fired. Valkren’s visored face glanced over the occupants of his APC, then to Jerit and Valae. They wouldn’t be able to see it, but there was almost a blank expression on his face, as if his emotions had been stowed for the coming conflict. There had been a time when he reacted like he fellow soldiers, and there were still times the young officer acted like that in combat while he had his adrenaline. But, it had been some time for that, with old friends. Currently he worried for those with him, hoping the combat would turn out for the best.
“If ya'll would like, you can stay inside the APCs..They’ll be moving up behind the tanks at a delayed pace for cover incase we get into anything seriously hairy. If you tag along, stay close to me and stay low..” His eyes went over the pair, still not fully knowing how to handle them considering they weren’t exactly under his orders.
“We'll be fine. Promise.” His helmeted head nodded at them, before looking forward at the sudden silence.
Silence fell over Broadsword section, as the mini-bombardment of marked positions from whatever droids could reach them was finished. Valkren pulled himself from his seat, slapping his helmet two good, solid times before gripping his rifle and moving toward the rear of the APC. The rest of the rangers did the same, waiting. Most were young, some were well of age to have fought in many wars, but nonetheless they were all bobbing and rolling their shoulders in preparation, like they were getting pumped for a game or something.
“Alright ladies and gents, time to get evil! Disembark, let the Bengals lead the way! Follow up behind the path they make and spread into the marsh if contact is made and if needed. The APCs will follow behind at a delayed pace. All of our section will combine further into the marsh to secure our area of the perimeter, the rest of them will follow suite!”
He rolled his own shoulders once more, leaning down slightly and holding up his assault ripper as he prepared to exit the doors of the transport. “The only thing that matters to us right now is what is happening here, now. Stay close to one another and keep each other safe. Let’s move!” With this the doors opened on all the APC’s in the section, the three tanks in the convoys moving forward into the path they created, searching for new targets as the rangers disembarked and rounded the corner of their vehicles to face forward. Colonel Calderon was the first out of his vehicle, crouching in the mud to get a lay of the land as he watched the Broadsword one tank advance into the marsh. He let a berserker unit wielding a light shield take point ahead of him with an extra ranger. Patting the soldier in front of him on the shoulder, Valkren signaled them to move forward, the platoon on his convoy moving up behind the tank with the apcs soon in tow. Him and his men scanning their surroundings as they cautiously moved up into the carnage and chaos.
"Lord Vraukt, the planetary shield is down - We've just received word."
He could see that, on the holographic display, though he said no other words as he readjusted the straps to the gauntlets that he wore. The suit of armour he wore was simple, easy to put on, unlike most armours of the day which amplified the body's own strengths, or enhanced their vision with HUDs. Vraukt's mind wandered. How many warriors down there did the Dominion have that had these modern day suits of armour?
How many would he be able to kill?
There was only a slow nod in response as he tugged off his helmet.
"Deploy assault shuttles. Fighter screens." There was a pause. "Get me the Captains of the Fleet - Redirect them to Ord Radama." To which, they would've almost immediately halted fire on that already severely damaged Cruiser, rotating around to face in another direction as hyperdrives began to charge up. Vraukt deposited his helmet on his hip, holding it gently as he looked over the bridge. "Open a channel with the INV Pellaeon.Suggest this base as a target for orbital bombardment."
"Power up hyperdrives - Ord Radama coordinates. This offensive is complete." Vraukt said. "Prep our fighters and my ship. The Radama System is close by."
The Terminus' disappeared in a flash of light as they accelerated and disappeared into the anomaly that was hyperspace. Following them were the Interdictor cruisers, Lancer Frigates, and the last two Centurion Battlecruisers that weren't already engaged in combat. The Crimson Dawn lingered for a moment before space outside appeared to elongate and it was suddenly surrounded by a swirling miasma of colours as it journeyed through hyperspace.
"Apprentice. Prepare. The Crimson Dawn will grace every theatre of battle in this Invasion."
From there, Vraukt offered a bow to Drakash, only to find that the command chair was empty, though the Councilor of War's apprentice wasn't concerned - Instead, he decided on heading to the hangar bay. Soon, they would be coming out of hyperspace, and then... Then there would be a fight for them to partake in. One, that he hoped, would truly test his apprentice's mettle.
In regards to the forces that remained at Serenno, the first Centurion battlecruiser's frontal shields were taking a battering, and just as soon as the first turbolaser struck it, it was as if a wave had crashed over its shields. However, this wave was not of water, but of energy and heat and unadulterated hate. The primary battlecruiser was destroyed in a flash, debris flying in every direction, for what little was allowed to even exist. The second one stood even less of a chance as one after the other, proton beams pierced shields and devastated the ships primary systems. The ships were ancient, unused until recently, and had yet to even brought up to the galactic standard. It was more of a way to get rid of these useless ships than actually using them practically in Vraukt's mind at the time.
As far as he was concerned, the Imperials already had the firepower to deal with the Dominion Fleet on its own. The shield breaking earlier than previously estimated urged the Sith Knight to take a portion of the Sith Fleet to another sector of battle, one that initial reports hadn't thought would be as important to their enemies.
The strike cruisers however had moved into position, and altogether, they had begun laying down fire on the previously unshielded Dominion Assault Cruiser. In revenge for taking two of their vessels, they sought another in return. Despite the losses to the now split Sith force, with numbers as vast as theirs, the Dominion couldn't afford to lose ships as fast as the combined Sith-Imperial navies.
Pyrrhus almost had to pause to stop and look at Myn. Almost. She had been quiet. Practically obedient. What was she plotting? Had his driving put that much of a fright in her? No, surely not. It wasn't his driving. No. The others. Yes, the others had been driving recklessly and not respecting his airspace. Same with that skyscraper and the tree.
'I should get me a Dooku' the brief whisper she might not even have intended for him to hear nearly made him chuckle. Yes, perhaps she should. That, or take over a slave company. Either were completely viable avenues to gain revenue and influence. Far from enough, of course, but a start.
This time he did reveal a part of his emotional state, as a smirk formed onto his lips. "A sharp observation. I suspect the same" at the end of the day it was just suspicions, but that did not mean they were not true. Even with her suggestion on how to approach the Dooku, Pyrrhus nodded with approval. In short it was what they were offering, that and more. But it should be enough to grease the conversation.
Just before he could voice any reply to Myn, a voice crackled over his private comms. Arrival at Objective Bravo. Excellent. Both groups were in position then. He could only hope the other elements were as well, but he put it out of his mind. It was enough to know both Borgin and Dooku would be approached around the same time, both estates reached without interruption.
In the very next moment the doors to him sprung open. He slid the comm back discreetly. There were few words beyond formalities exchanged before the duo was escorted, flanked on either side by two guards. They made it through finely decorated halls that made sure any guest became aware of House Dooku's wealth and power. And at the end of the road, Count Maas Dooku himself.
The head of the house stood tall, a square-shouldered man with grey hair and beard. His appearance revealed his advanced age, but despite it all he seemed in excellent shape still. His eyes was sharp, like that of a young man filled with ambition. Good. They could use that. The room held few others, and Pyrrhus suspected they were other members of the house, instructed to listen and watch the meeting. His successors? Possibly.
"Mr Santii""Count Maas Dooku. Always pleasure"
Pyrrhus assessed the tense air of silence before proceeding. "I understand your house has seen better days" his opening was not received well, easily spotted from the tensing of muscles and clenching jaws. Pyrrhus barely cut him off before he started to speak indignantly. "Count, I do not seek to offend. Quite contrary, I offer to turn your house's fortunes around. The spoils of Serenno has not been split evenly as of late. The greed of one exceeds the needs of the other. Let's bring back balance, and right the wrongs done to your house at the hands of the Malverns." Let the negotiations begin
Location - Ord Radama -Marshlands
Objective - Engage RE ground parties
Allies - SJO and Dominion, [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Velus"] | [member="Darren Torran"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]
Opposition - TRE & Allies, [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
Already, the sounds of battle were all around them. Their vehicle shook and shuddered every now and then, and Valae gripped the edge of her seat to keep from falling out. On all sides there were members of the Antarian Rangers, men and women dressed in their combat armor – faces unseen beneath their helmets. Though she could not see their expressions, she could feel what they felt. Some were uneasy, but confident. Others were closed off, their emotions pushed to the back of their minds. But they all seemed to be steeling their nerves for what was to come.
The Jedi healer closed her eyes, her thoughts went silent.
Valae opened her eyes again when Colonel Calderon addressed her and the Padawan at her side. She didn’t want to speak for Jerit, but she was currently planning to keep somewhat close to Valkren. However, due to the fact that he and his company were wearing Ysalamir – she would stay towards the rear, where she would still be able to utilize the force.
“Yes, we’ll be fine – I know it.” She said, echoing the Colonel’s reassuring tone. And next she turned to Jerit Kolomor. “Jerit, stay alert and stay close.”
Valae offered the young padawan a kind smile, despite the fact that they were just about ready to exit the APCs. She gave the rarely-used saber on her belt a quick pat with the palm of her hand, she had held out hope that she wouldn’t need to use it – but that hope was now waning. However, she would only wield it to protect herself or her allies. And she would not use it to take a life, unless it could not be helped. The feeling of life a life ending was not something to relish in, not even when it was a member of their opposition…
As she moved out, her boots immediately sunk down into the marshy ground. Glancing down, she picked her feet up one by one, silently cursing the mud. Crouching slightly, she glimpsed the tanks up ahead, and then Colonel Calderon and his men behind them. A glance over her shoulder revealed the APCs rolling up behind them – she could feel the presences of her two healer companions inside one of them. There were shots being fired, by droids and soldiers alike. It seemed their opposition here liked to keep a low profile; they didn’t rush out right away.
Though their enemy was difficult to spot due to their carefully selected cover, Valae could feel them. It was almost as though their surroundings were coming to life. Suddenly, a brief but urgent flash found her mind. There was a group of enemy soldiers closing in on Colonel Calderon’s current position, they meant to ambush them.
“Colonel! On your right!” Valae’s voice would carry through the force, right to his ears.
Activating her light-shield, she stood in a defensive posture. Her insides were shaking, but she knew that now wasn’t the time to give in to fear. For the moment, their number seemed to be faring well. But she was sure; it was only a matter of time before there were casualties to treat…
With the assault line relieving the two squadrons sent by Jessica to the surface for close air support, these two squadrons could return to orbital duty and screen the main fleet blockading Ord Radama. By now the local troops began to support [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Valae Kitra"], [member="Velus"] and [member="Marl"] alongside the troops they brought in tow, in their own search-and-destroy operation powered by YVH droids and supported by Bengal hovertanks, after learning that the enemy has begun burrowing itself into the swamp in an attempt to ambush the local forces alongside the Antarian Rangers. Here, one could use the data gathered by the Mantis in orbit to make the search part much easier and it was being uploaded in realtime through the HUDs of the local forces as well as the Antarian Rangers'. Understandably, the high yield of the 3t4 missiles meant that their use was reserved to the larger pockets of enemy troops, squad-sized or more; when they were used against such enemy pockets, their cover would likely be blown and find themselves exposed, if they survived. Also, the missile launchers left the site of firing after one or two rounds being fired so as to avoid detection by the enemies, to the best of their ability. Little did the enemy know was that another company of line infantry was also dispatched to the area by the locals to cover additional ground for the search-and-destroy operation, and it was going to be... raining poodoo on the enemy, shooting at any RE trooper they could find. But because the risk of collateral damage from the Jairdain mortars was too great, the local heavy weapons company would instead direct their mortars to fire on the Devastator's wreckage, at the main hangar. The mortar volley lobbed a half-dozen 120mm mortar shells whose yields were comparable to those of starfighter-mounted proton bombs. Hopefully these large explosions will cause the main hangar to collapse, as the shells impact the Devastator's main hangar.
- INTERDICTION FIELD ACTIVATED -
With the destroyed fighter having exploded with the combined force of eight proton bombs inside the Tyrant's pincer, thanks to the enemy fire having forced the detonation of the ordnance onboard while scoring that kill, the 8 fighter squadrons that used the now critically-damaged carrier for cover could now engage the Tyrant's fighter screen after the enemy carrier drifted aimlessly and powerlessly past it. The six enemy squadrons realized in horror that the fighter attempting to crash into the hangar bay with two heavy bombs in tow was just a diversion in hoped to catch the enemy off-guard. Meanwhile, with the two fighter squadrons having returned from their atmospherical bombing run, there were now 12 squadrons shooting at the stragglers from Rakosh, up from 10, and said stragglers ended up under heavy fighter and point-defense fire. In addition, the enemy fire has become much more erratic, hitting several capital ships at once, even as the enemy flagship made its approach, while still beyond standard turbolaser range. Also, with the enemy flagship's shields steadily reducing while the ship was previously taking a steady stream of hits on the move, it was conceivable that the intensity of the enemy fire might have diminished even as it closed range, due to the power requirements of moving such a hulk with its command tower burning.
"We shall make the Tyrant pay the price of facing the Silver Jedi Navy!" Jessica screamed over the command channel.
"Now we have to establish new firing solutions to adjust to their movements"
"Hit that fleet's flagship: if there is a Sith inside, their coordination will fall apart if we destroy it, also it's their most heavily armed ship" Julie ordered.
"We must not neglect the Tyrant, nor shall we neglect the enemy carrier: while it has taken damage, and its shields have taken a large number of hits, we must keep up the pressure! C-9980 line, Immobilizer 419, fire on the crippled carrier, Skor line, fire at the Tyrant's engines, everyone else, engage the Tyrant at long range! Fire any missile we have at its underside!"
A volley of 12 long-range high-yield missiles was then fired at the exposed vital spots of enemy carrier at Rakosh's disposal from the three C-9980s, in hopes of blasting the carrier apart; Jessica could sense that its owner has already written it off, with the Immobilizer 419 firing 8 Toprawa shots and 2 Scarif shots for good measure. And, because the line of monitors was somehow neglected by the enemy this entire time, it fired a dozen 420mm APHE rounds at the Tyrant's engines with only minor adjustments to their targeting solutions compared to the last salvo. If the volley did hit, then it would likely cause big holes into the engines, and possibly even to the areas surrounding them, but also the Tyrant had to contend with a volley comprising an additional 48 Toprawa shots, 12 Scarif shots, thirty-six 380mm APHE rounds, three hundred ten 88mm APHE rounds, six Ziost shots, and, while not intended for long-range operations, six Lusankya shots, fired on their forward arc. And finally 60 long-range high-yield missiles, as well as 10 additional stealth MIRVs containing a total of seven Discord missiles apiece, for a possibility of 490 buzz droids that could tear the insides apart, aimed all over their underside.
"We have to approach the Pellaeon from multiple angles, split up and hit it with proton rockets aft, top and bottom" the divisional commander ordered.
Meanwhile, over Serenno, the 18 squadrons that launched the first wave of proton rockets filled with flechette canisters took limited casualties due to the enemy fighters mostly focusing on the Dominion fleet and the shield gate; said flechette canisters were filled with about 1500 flechettes each. So the Imperial fleet's fighter screen was dealing with nearly a quarter of a million of 12.7x108 bullets propelled at speed from long range, the very same as used on Silver Jedi point-defense. One or two of them could rupture a TIE fighter's radiator panels, a half-dozen of them could cause a TIE fighter to go down with it, and also any point-defense missiles the enemy could fire may also be affected by stray bullets and prematurely detonate as a result of hitting a bullet or two too many. Now that the 18 squadrons were splitting up in three groups of six squadrons, obviously not all of which are at full strength, approaching the Pellaeon from the top, bottom and aft respectively, they fired proton rockets at shield generators in hopes of softening up the target, with, understandably, the topside group sending a squadron to hit the exposed command tower with proton rockets. Hopefully [member="Arisa Yune"] or [member="Sko'saht"] would be able to cover the 18 squadrons used to hit the Pellaeon, by either tying up the enemy fighters or hitting other ships in bombing runs, most likely the remaining Imperator-IV at [member="Tanomas Graf"]'s disposal, the Emperor's Fist.
Ground:
The local rapid-response force engaged in search-and-destroy as support for the YVH droids
Six mortars fired proton bombs at the Devastator's hangar bay
[*]Space:
The remaining 8 squadrons left behind have now moved in to engage the Tyrant's fighter screen
Had the Skors fire on the Tyrant's engines from above
Had long-range missiles fired at the remains of the enemy carrier
Fired long-range weapons at the Tyrant
Fired long-range missiles at the Tyrant's underside
The final 19 squadrons of fighters are launched, armed with heavy bombs, ready to drop them on enemy ships
The 18 squadrons on Serenno fired proton rockets at the shield generators on the Pellaeon's top, aft and bottom
Location - Marsh Surface Objective - Assist in battle Allies - SJO and Dominion Opposition - TRE
Post #2
He was rocking heavily. The young Padawan was frightened of everything that was happening around him. He was glancing around, and saw [member="Valae Kitra"] and his dear friend [member="Valkren Calderon"]. He did not want to speak to them as he was trying to focus on other things than war and slaughter. His eyes were now shut forcefully and he bore a frown. He felt through the force the men on board. He felt powerful emotions through all of them.
It was surely something for the young man. He opened his eyes to obtain vision of the men he was feeling. They all wore their standard issue helmets. With every soldier together wearing their helmets, it felt very uniformed. Jerit looked down and opened his hands before his eyes.
I got this. I can do this. He thought to himself. His mask was deactivated and he decided to only activate it when the battles demanded his presence. He heard Valkren address him and Valae. The padawan opened his eyes and decided right away he would stay with Valkren and Valae, but more to Valkren. He made Jerit felt more safe. Safe is always better. He heard Valae's comment and he nodded in confirmation. That was not going to be a problem for him. She smiled over to him and Jerit smiled back. He felt a bit more better.
Once they started to exit the APC, Jerit was holding his lightsaber. He was thinking of his Father. It gave him more confidence and assurance that he will be okay. He feet sank in the mud but he did not mind what so ever. His right index finger wondered to his right ear and activated his masked. The mask came to life and two red eyes replaced his normal ones. He saw the HUD start up and now he was more than ready. He felt hyped up.
He stayed more in the middle of the group. He saw Valae in the back and Valkren in the front. He stayed more closer to Valkren. The padawan went silent. Step after step Jerit was thinking of what could happen for each. He was outreaching with the force to maybe sense any outside hostiles. He felt a dwindle of something. It wasn't his group so it meant it had to be enemy troopers. He looked to everyone, witnessing everyone's movement until he heard Valae's voice yelling to Valkren of hostiles to the right.
Jerit activated his lightsaber and got into formation. He was now ready to defend himself and his friends. He felt the enemy's energy through the force. Now the padawan was ready to fight. His hands were twitching, his arm were shaking as was his legs. He was very nervous. He was even more scared of the outcome of the battle. He put those emotions to the side, and focused greatly. Now was the time to be a jedi, not a coward...
The guards seemed to accept that heeding to the strange intruder's request was, for the moment, a wiser decision than attempting to engage him further. However, the Sith Lord was perfectly aware it may have all been some sort of trap, a potential reality that he was more than prepared to counter. Caid had taken no more than perhaps twenty steps before a foreign voice cut into the audio circuit of his earpiece. Their exchange was very brief, but in the long run, he instructed the allied mercenary to initiate an infiltration of House Malvern and acquire what was needed to impersonate said House. From there, she was directed to make due haste to the next objective point.
Naturally, at least one of the nobles the Empire intended to approach would have to fall victim in order to bolster their already strong narrative. It was plain for anyone to see that House Malvern had elevated themselves above all the rest, allied closely with House Venjuta.
Once he'd entered the interior of the Borgin Estate, Caid was guided to a sitting room. "You will have to surrender your weapons."
Silver-green eyes gazed at the collection of historical and fictional works located on large bookcases in the sitting room. Without turning to regard the guards, the Sith Lord waved his right hand slightly. "No. I do not need to surrender my weapons." Though the act seemed benign, it was far more intense than a simple mind trick. Ordinarily, Caid was not immensely talented in the various manipulations of the mind. However, extended exposure to [member="Athena Heron"] had granted him a large amount of time to improve upon his definitive weakness in mental attacks.
The guard did not repeat Caid's words. The reality was that the normal functioning of their brains had been temporarily taken over by the Sith Lord. They departed without incident. Ten minutes later, a young looking man entered the room. He was the eldest son of his late father. Now, officially styled Count Borgin. "You are Sith. You attack my home and my men. I will give you one minute to convince me you deserve to remain alive." No shortage of guards had arrived with the Count.
Slowly, Caid turned, smirking beneath the veil of darkness provided by the hood of his cloak. "I know who was behind your father's murder."
The Sith took several steps forward, slightly taller than the count with his hands clasped behind his back.
"The same man that has proclaimed himself Archlord over all that you know and love. We can restore Serenno to what it once was, preserve the lives and power of your family."
The Count was silent for several moments, but he eventually waved for his guards to stand down. "You have my attention."
S E R E N N O | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Maleagant"] | | [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"] | On Your Knees
They were off quickly and she was grateful for it; to call Aria prone to restlessness would've been a drastic understatement. She and Maleagant found a speeder and within moments they were zooming off alongside Aver and her troops (her companion, of course, would be glad to discover that while she lagged behind the merc a few times, she was considerably less terrible at driving a speeder than she was a ship).
Explosions rolled through the sky, through the earth, and slowly she grinned as they accelerated. The ease of their success had her gleeful and that glee only heightened the further they went from the generator. She'd flown all the way down to Serenno for just this - the thrill of a mission, the breathless high of coursing past the roads - and doubtless she wasn't disappointed.
It was always fun, after all, to make a statement.
And blowing up a shield generator was quite a statement indeed.
Eyebrows lifted as Aver spoke of their next operation. She didn't know whether the Sith in the backseat was still in the mood for crashing parties, but it was fine by her if he wanted to stay on the speeder matching colours on a datapad, too.
The speeder's engine screeched as she turned following Aver, its driver cursing under her breath as she sped down the alley.
Location: Serenno Objective: Break Expensive People Allies: [member="Caid Centurion"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Myn Eris"] | [member="Quietus"] Playing games in the speeder: [member="Maleagant"] Broski: [member="Aria Vale"] Enemies: [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Formorta"] | Dominion in Carannia Equipment: In bio | Force Disperser makes her look like a NFU When she had the choice, Aver never picked the topside route in a besieged city. The reason was simple enough for the amount of danger it carried, and the merc was a firm believer in survival through avoidance. Sticking to the underground kept her away from all the trigger-happy snipers, and that was how she liked it. The abandoned network stood dark and still, quiet in the wake of the Empire’s arrival. Nothing but a few scurrying pests disturbed this grave silence – until the swoop gang flew through. The slim craft slipped past the stranded train with ease, shedding beams of blue headlights through the pitch tunnel ahead. Soon enough, the roars of their engines petered out in the distance, and the quietude rushed back in. They emerged several clicks south of their entry point, spewed up the stairs as if Netherworld itself had rejected them. From there, it was but a short trip to the block where the the Nalju estate stood surrounded by tall trees – and taller walls. Aver had no need to visit the Malvern manor. For one, it was ridiculously fortified, and would take at least a few hours of planning to infiltrate. And why bother risking her neck when there was a more efficient option resting at the small of her back? Also, holonet is a beautiful thing. Within a minute, the mercenary had everything the VF-1 needed. As the technology chugged to craft a 3D overlay out of a myriad of 2D snapshots, the woman dismounted the swoop and strolled over to her team. “Use this overlay with your HDMshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Holographic_disguise_matrix/Legends,” she ordered, transmitting the complete model – apart from the head – to the soldiers. “And—,” turning to the Ladyfriend, the merc frowned, “Kaid, give her Vadun’s cloak. Not like he needs it anymore.” “Boys, you’re hanging back. If it gets hot I’ll give you a call. Elsewise take a piss, take a smoke… whatever.” With that, the merc donned her own disguise – that of a minor Malvern liege lord, known just enough to be recognized on sight, yet not such a big name as to raise suspicion. The pace she picked was a light jog straight at a section of blind wall, where the camera had been overgrown by an ambitious oak. Perfect. With a flex of enhanced muscles, the woman grasped the top of the fine stonework, vaulting onto the grass beyond in a single fluid motion. The Sevai was in her hand before the Nalju guard could so much as gasp, and then he didn’t have a throat to gasp with. With a bloody tribute to a bloody lover, Aver stalked further in.
Allies: The Resurgent Sith Empire & Friends, [member="Vraukt"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Aver Brand"] Enemies: The Dominion & Friends, [member="Lucien Galtier"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Arisa Yune"] Objective: Obliterate the Dominion, Show off the shiny new flagship Fleet:
"Ma'am, we're picking up a new group of signals; Eighteen squadrons of enemy fighters are approaching our aft section." An ensign started "They've fired flechette canisters but as we haven't launched any fighters, they are being caught in the deflector shields of our fleet, minimal effect." The Commander nodded, moving to the holotable in the center of the bridge which displayed where the fighters were coming from, "Finish the Scorpion Maneuver, we've caught them in our trap!" She ordered, a grin appearing over he lips as she did so. As soon as the fleet had come out of hyperspace at the beginning of the battle, Grand Admiral Graf had ordered the fleet to move into position; this included having all anti-starfighter frigates cling to the underneath of the massive star dreadnought, like scorpions to their mother.
Almost immediately did the shift occur, and ten Lancer-class frigates soared from the underbelly of the INV Pellaeon towards its aft section as fast as their ion drives could take them. Soon green not only encompassed the front of the dreadnought but the rear of it as well when the anti-starfighter frigates began an attempt at massacring the lone fighter squadrons before they could drop their weak payload on their flagship, the hundreds of turbolasers doing their best to try shooting down the swift bombers with the anti-missile octets and point defense lasers doing their job exquisitely. Some made it through, some dropped their proton bombs, only to be met with three layers of the best shielding in Wild Space before most likely being met with a death dealt to them by the ships massive array of weaponry.
"Idiots...all of them...not even the Silver Jedi can stand up to the wrath of the Imperial Navy..." The Commander proclaimed, turning back to face the planet where the turquoise shield that had enveloped it disappeared from view, giving them full, unhindered access to Serenno below. "Divert the fore guns and fire them at the coordinates provided to us by the Sith." And once more, did the ship fire, bypassing the Dominion's fleet, raining down upon the military facility that they had been made aware of.
Summary of Actions:
10 Lancer anti-starfighter frigates pitted against [member="Jessica Med-Beq's] 18 fighter squadrons, her fighters have a minuscule effect on the [I]Pellaeon's[/I] shielding, unable to pierce into its systems.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[*][SIZE=14px][FONT=tahoma]All fore guns of the [I]Pellaeon[/I] are now firing on [URL="http://starwarsrp.net/topic/111195-serenno-sector-command-base"]this base[/URL] per the recommendation of Lord [member="Vraukt"].
Myn followed, head still hunched in a show of servitude to her master. She knew better than to try anything here and cause more damage to their plan than need be. Myn was in control of her own actions and she would do all that she could to use them to further the Sith cause, being a wisecrack and embarrass her master was not that. It was the exact opposite of furthering the Sith cause and one she would sooner take her own life than commit to. In the end it was the only cause she cared for in all of this. Not the Resurgent Empire, not the people of Serenno, only the act of putting the fear in the Sith be it through fear or a display of power. Sometimes even both.
As such she knew to stay out of the conversation.
“You must think me a fool, Mister Santii.” The Count Dooku would eventually begin to pace before them. In reality one would be able to tell that it was an act if you looked deep enough. He had to do this act, not so much because he didn’t want to believe the businessman’s words as much as for the sake of his own honor and to not go down as the man who threw himself at the mercy of the Sith the second they came knocking on his door.
“House Malvern is the house that holds the most power on Serenno, it is a house one would not simply stand up to as if it was a playground bully looking to steal your toys.” He finally came to a halt. A hand raised by his side, his arm crooked as he leaned towards Pyrrhus as if to drag his nose over Pyrrhus’ nose from a good few meters’ distance. “House Dooku is an esteemed house with a rich history, we once held the entire galaxy in our grasp under the biggest droid army ever seen.” He threw a quick glance at his family who all began to bundle up perhaps a little bit closer to each other knowing what was at stake when the man spoke.
“The other houses?” He scoffed. “Children. Pale imitations that could never hope to accomplish what we have.”
Arms and hands placed behind his back, legs spread in a show of confidence. “If you want my support you better offer me something more.”
[SIZE=9pt]Location:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Tenchu-class Dreadnought Venagandr[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Destroy TRE and GE Fleets[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Dominion and Friends[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] TRE and Friends[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Directly Enaging: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Tanaomas Graf, Vraukt, any other fleeter that may show up I guess. [/SIZE]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVeno9d4y38
[Serenno System - Tanomas Graf]
[SIZE=24pt]From[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] a precision microjump, the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vánagandr [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] would emerge from hyperspace flanked by a pair Centurions ([/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Seolhyun, Taeyeon)[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], four Kometa ([/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Kendrick, Cole, Drake, Ross[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]), and several squadrons of Fencers Kai (72), Fencers (120), and Talons (120). Her precision jump would place her ships perpendicular in relation to the Galactic Empire’s SSD ([/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Palleon[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]), bows facing its ventral underbelly just outside normal turbolaser range. The perfect position for an attack, where all forward fire could be focused into a nice big area where ship with a dagger layout like the SSD was at its weakest. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]As she had hoped, her strategy of spreading out her carrier groups throughout adjacent systems had done its job of forcing TRE to divide its naval forces. A mistake on their part. So long as the airspace above Serenno remained in contention, they would not be able to capitalize on any gains. Ground parties already deployed would struggle against entrenched Dominion forces already dug in on the surface. In the event of total supremacy in favor of the Dominion, said forces would be totally stranded and left at the mercy of some very pissed off Serenno. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]However, a small change of plans had been required as the planetary shields of Serenno had been temporarily brought down and the GE initiated orbital bombardment despite the fact it was still engaged in naval combat. Arisa would be damned if she watched the GE get away with another genocide like they had on Hapes. She had come for them personally to deliver a knockout blow to their pride and joy and cause a massive setback for them and TRE by destroying one of only two Flagships known to exist in the galaxy. Bases and city blocks could be easily rebuilt. A warship of this caliber, not so much. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Quickly, the cyborg rattled off commands through her neural link for all her vessels in theater to take action as they approached, working through her ship’s advanced battle management system, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Subutai[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], which would also issue requests to Dominion ships in the area to establish a datalink and integrate them into its Command and Control (C2) network. Under the guidance of Subtai, the Dominion ships would receive a huge force multiplier as precision and coordination were greatly increased with a new wealth of intelligence and real time analysis. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]<Vánagandr to all Dominion and Silver (Jessica, Sko) forces, focus fire on all GE escorts, I have their Flagship.> [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Seolhyun[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] would begin generating a gravity well at about a quarter strength, which would focused ahead of the SSD. First, this would prevent the GE force from scurrying off like they normally did when faced with heavy resistance. Second, any TRE forces that attempted to magically appear to the aid of a now very vulnerable GE fleet would be likely ripped through the formation without HIMS. Finally, the powerful singularity would draw in the forward fire of the SSD, much like a giant dovin basal. Whatever had been its target(s) would be spared for a time. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]At the same time, ECM systems would be engaged throughout the detachment, attempting to both jam and spoof enemy sensors and comms to degrade their performance across the spectrum. The SSD would be focused in particular with [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vánagandr’s [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]own array of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Erebus[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] emitters. The effectiveness of this particular system used offensively against the SSD would be increasingly reduced as she came closer, but by then, she wouldn’t need it. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]All capital ships opened fire, focusing most of their attack of their capital batteries upon the the SSD, aiming all at one spot at center of mass to overstress the area for maximum shield busting and armor penetration. In the case of the Tenchu dreadnought, most offensive systems on the platform had been handpicked just for this purpose, as opposed to more standard turbolasers or ion cannons. While most of the attention was on the SSD, all of the GE's formation would get some love as Arisa's all ships began spewing out a hail of hundreds of intruder missiles at all GE Capital Ships while their focus was still on Dominion forces and Silver squadrons already in the system. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Save for the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Angons[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], all mass drivers weapons would be launching high caliber [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]vibro-flechettes[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], specialized projectiles especially designed for defeating tough shielding and armor. As for the Angons, they would fire warhead sabots filed with stacks of [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hornets[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. The smart munitions were armed with several countermeasures that would enable them to resist electronic attack and active protection systems like anti-missile octets while bypassing shielding with their disruptor capsules. In the event of a successful hit, the ventral section would get a taste of large 150mm vibro flechettes traveling at hypervelocity. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]The SSD would also be targeted by the tractor beam projectors of the [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vánagandr, Seolhyun, and Taeyeon to try to lock down [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]its position as Arisa’s dreadnought[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]began charge up the capacitors of its main gun, a gargantuan spinal mounted hypervelocity cannon with the destructive output akin to a superlaser, all kinetic energy focused into a single massive projectile.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]As she kept railing on the SSD, she was going to get as close as possible before firing off that shot, to make sure the damn thing was shredded apart. Soon, there would finally be justice for those poor souls slain on Hapes by the megalomaniac ruler of the Galactic Empire, beginning here over the skies of Serenno. [/SIZE]
[Open Space/Radama - Vraukt]
[SIZE=9pt]The bulk of her ships remained in wait between the Radama and Serenno system, Arisa’s true fleet strength appeared hidden from an enemy that had failed to do any serious recon before taking action in the region. When the withdrawing TRE battlegroup completed its transition and was lured into combat with Med-Beq’s forces, she would strike with a deadly pincer movement that would crush that formation, too. [/SIZE]
Location: Ord Radama's Surface, the Marshlands. Objective: Engage TRE ground parties. Allies: SJO and The Dominion | [member="Valkren Calderon"] @Marl @Valae Kitra @Jerit Colomor [member="Arisa Yune"] Enemies: TRE and it's allies.
Darren climbed into his APC, alongside his leader, Marl, and Velus. He took his seat, adjusting the strap that spanned diagonal across his chest, and took a deep sigh. He was, quite honestly, worried. Not only for his life, but for his comrades. He had never been scared, he wasn't even quite sure what it felt like, and being scared for the lives of others? This wasn't him. He was someone, something, else at this point. Alas, he had to push on, not only for himself, but for the others around him. Yet he couldn't help but think of them. How many of them had families at home? How many of them were too young that they shouldn't even be here?
How many of them would die?
The Zabrak looked to each of the rangers that surrounded him, nodding, then turning to Marl. "You ready to take down some Sith scum, Lieutenant?" he forced a smile, though no one could see it due to his helmet. He looked around, attempting to get some sort of incline to where they were. It was time. He watched as Colonel Calderon departed from his APC, his troop close after him, and he got up himself. "Lets rid this galaxy of at least some evil today, boys - and girls, of course." Darren then stepped down into the swamp with a splash, sinking briefly through the water and mud until it was up to his waist.
He held his rifle close to him, horizontal to his chest, making sure it was above water to avoid malfunction, while he waded through the water. He kept his sight as wide as he possibly could, making sure that he was away of any threats that may arise. Darren kept close to Marl as he did so and would eliminate any threats as they arose.
Location: Ord Radam, Southern Hemisphere Objective: Secure The Devestator Allies: [member="Rakosh Saqai"] Enemies: [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Valae Kitra"]
As the Resurgent Troops fought their bitter and slow campaign outside of the ships, doing their best to blend into the jungle and avoid the reckless blasts brought by their enemy, Vrak continued on with Rakosh. Their fight was a desperate one, outnumbered and outgunned the Resurgent Legion continued their withdrawl, slowly moving further into the marsh, hiding within the darkened trees and blending into the surroundings as best they could.
At the center of the room they did not find the power core of a starship. They didn't find a hyperdrive or any of the other standard equipment. Instead they found a singular sphere floating between two large stone pillars. It hovered within the middle of the room, an odd sort of droning buzz coming from within itself. The darkside flooded the room around them, a steady pulse of power that washed over the Sith Lord again and again. It was constant, almost cleansing in a way.
"Don't concern yourself." Vrak said with a wave of his hand. "Starships, technology."
The Sith Lord trailed off for a few moments, silently walking across the room. He didn't glance around, but simply made a b-line towards the sphere. As he drew closer the artifact steadily began to pulse once more, matching the beat of a heart. The Pureblood stepped up to it, almost touching it.
"They are nothing compared to things like this." He half turned towards the other man, a small smile touching his lips.
"They covet their armada's, their armies." A small chuckle fell from his lips. "But in the end they're all just fodder."
His hand wrapped around the sphere, fingers clutching the device and pulling it free from where it had been floating. A pulse ran through the room and beyond, shattering the serene quiet that had hung over The Devestator. All around them the Darkside rushed forward, like a brooding storm it fell out from the starship, a touch of malice that would press upon those near the ship, a growing sense of dread born of Vrak and the device within his hand.
At the same time in Orbit The Tyrant began it's final drive.
Beaten, half broken, and nearly crippled, the ship pushed itself to it's final destination. Aboard the bridge, contained deep within the Tyrant itself a Scowl pulled across the face of the admiral. He watched as fighter after fighter was burned away, explosions tearing through every corner of space. He watched as his people died, and the Silver Sanctum Fleet grew closer. His lips thinned, and his eyes slowly closed. There was no turning back.
There was no turning around.
He took a breath, and then opened his eyes just in time to see the Tyrant heading directly into the center of the SSV Heavenshield.
[SIZE=9pt]Location: Tenchu-class Dreadnought [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Venagandr[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]Objective: Bumper cars[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies:[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] Dominion and Friends[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]Enemies: TRE and Friends[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]Directly [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Enaging[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]: Tanaomas Graf, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Vraukt, Vrak Nashar[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt], any other fleeter that may show up I guess. [/SIZE]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fF1HtohClJA
[Radama System - VrakNashar]
As was usual for their Sith and Imperial opponents, who cared little for the subordinates under their command, TRE looked to be getting ram happy in their desperation. The battered tricked out Harrower would be observed lurching forward, right on a collision course with the Heavenshield.
Commander J. T. Taffer of the Roanoke wasn't having any of that . Frowning, the Hutt would immediately direct two of his complement of Kometa Ramships (Pac, Wheezy) to break off from the blockade formation previously established by Med-Beq for intercept. The automated ramships were some of the latest additions to the Silver fleet, engineered specifically to address such an occurrence.
As the pair of ramships sped forward, Pac would align itself on a direct collision course with the Harrower, while Wheezy hung far back and to the left of the lead vessel. Pac would then activate it interdiction drives to draw the busted warship into its gravity well as it came near while also causing deceleration.
Ideally, Pac would ram head first into the Harrower at a very slight angle to deflect it, and then totally blast the ship apart with its stockpiles of baradium and ion bombs stored within its cargo hold. Its field disruptor and density projectors primed to activate just ahead of the collision. Wheezy was there as insurance, to swoop in case its brother didn't get the job done.
So the game of chicken was on, but it was clear that neither party was keen on backing down, which should end in some rather explosive results. All the while, the Heavenshield would be provided ample cover to maneuver as needed to keep itself safe. Data was transmitted directly to Med-Beq to help her determine the projected deflection angle to evade accordingly.
