Bashing Royalty[TRE Hex Invasion of Serenno]

[Fedrig]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgwz8tETB1E

Fedrig was a little drunk. It was always good for him to be a little drunk before a big battle, helped to stop the shakes. Although, there was the side effect of him being drunk. He could shake off the worst of it all and so he was tipsy at best, which was considerably good thing considering the massive amount of destruction going on. He had been hired to help the Dominion fight off Sith scum, which was slightly confusing as he had heard there were Sith within the Dominion, but he was being paid to attack the Empire. He was happy enough to do that. Later on he figure out if it was for the best or not.

Wearing his Havoc V.2 Armour which was all shiny and new, he placed his helmet on and watched as the HUD display flickered into life. Then grabbing his Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon, he moved forward towards some of the natives. He had to stop himself from giggling, they were tiny rabbits, he found them so cute and funny. He was fighting with tiny rabbits. TINY RABBITS. He started laughing and bent over, unable to pull himself together before shaking his head and looking at them. Harsh reality hit him hard in the face, they might be cute and seeing them fight might seem ridiculous in theory, but when he saw them carrying their wounded, their dead. It had a sobering affect. This was war, he was trained to protect people like these. No matter how silly their appearance to his drunken mind they might seem.

Fedrig pulled himself together, apologised to some of them before heading out to the battlefield. As he head out, he saw some green smoke that looked very unnatural. He shook his head, something like that meant dangerous Force Users and he hated Force Users, even the Jedi he mistrusted, they often worked with a Republic in the past but even though the Republic would crumble and had, the Jedi seemed unaffected by it. They weren't attempting to recover what he believed to be of great importance, a Republic with a Senate and protecting planets from harm. However, his distrust for Force Users wasn't the issue now. When he finally arrived at the scene of the green smoke, quite tired from running in such heavy armour.

Zombies. There were literally zombies on their side. He looked around and wondered if he was on the right side. Who uses zombies? Why use powers to summon zombies? Why were these zombies dead Kushibahan? There were so many questions that he had about these zombies but it seemed pointless to try asking them right now. He was slightly glad he was drunk, it made the situation less scary and more funny and totally bizarre. Fedrig lifted his gun ready to fire as he looked at the two Force Users. Right, Dominion or Empire? Checking to make sure they were allies. If Dominion, where the Empire Siths? Was made to help... And yes I'm slightly drunk, so not going to get into why we have zombies helping us to fight... Cause, of course we have zombies to help us fight... Totally the norm.

This was certainly his most interesting job he had for a long time.

Planet: Kushibah
Objective: Protect the fluffy bunnies from evil folk, but not the current evil ones, the empire evil ones... Yeah...
Allies: @Ra'a'mah | [member="Enzo Carpathia"]
Enemies: Anyone in TRE

 

[Caid Centurion]

Nightstalker, Approaching Serenno
Allies: TRE
Enemies: Dominion


Silver-green eyes gazed intently at the holocom projector. "I'm aware of Lord Drakash's presence."

The Admiral at the other end of the secure connection wasn't exactly bolstered with confidence from the words of Lord Centurion. "You still intend on this course?"

Caid's face was mostly obscured by the black cloak he wore, but his eyes spoke largely of indifference. "Admiral, do your job. Drakash is not your concern." In truth, the Councilor of War wasn't really Caid's concern either. The young Sith Lord was a technical member of the Empire's war machine and, therefore, identified most closely with the Sphere of War. At least, that was the impression he had worked quite dutifully to maintain under the auspice of Drakash himself.

The Admiral remained rigid, but his body eventually showed the physical signs of relenting. "Very well, Mi'lord."

Caid terminated the connection before the man could utter another irritating word. Turning, the Sith Lord retreated from the communications room, passing by the armory where five of his Massassi were busy with their final preparations. They weren't really anything special - largely mindless albeit deadly animals. The most capable of his warriors remained behind at the build site for Caid's newest estate on Rhelg.

In less than a minute, Caid had walked up the small, spiral staircase to the upper deck which contained the flight deck and his personal cabin. Stepping onto the flight deck, the Sith Lord stood idly beside his chair with his hands clasped behind his back. Out the forward viewport, he could see the massive outline of the Admiral's vessel which they currently followed, uncloaked and shadowed by the large Star Destroyer's presence. "Are we prepared?"

"Yes, Mi'lord."

"Very well. Engage the stealth systems and initiate our approach to the planet." There was no response, but Caid could plainly see the orders being carried out. In the interim, the Sith Lord turned to depart the flight deck and temporarily retire to his cabin to prepare.

 

[Rogal Aegrus]

http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=B2gDS4Mxoqs&p=n​

Location: Kushibah (On board about 7/8th of Astral Knight)
Allies: Dominion and SJO
Enemies: TRE and allies
Objective: Protect Kushibah

As klaxons sounded across the entire ship man, machine, and beast were readied for war, Rogal donned his armour and gathered his weapons, his personal armoury was kept in his quarters and from there he began to make his way to the hanger, where the next phase of the haphazard plan would take place.

On the bridge the first mate watched the shields slowly tick down, being pounded by the large vessel's long ranged weaponry, the extra power from the weapons was helping but if it would be enough was still up in the air.

Approximately fourteen kilometres out from the target a hammerhead cruiser split off from it's place on the defensive line and began an intense and lethal game of chicken, seeing no way around the vessel the first mate had started 'the manoeuvre' early, an inverted Marg Sabl, placing the hangers towards the enemy rather than away. As the Star Destroyer moved to dodge, but the hammerhead matched it, not willing to give up the ship held the course until that last possible second, then using retrorockets the ship shifted back, but not far enough as the forward 100 meters of the destroyer were sheared off venting atmosphere and crew until blast doors sealed the structurally secure areas.

The Astral Knight was now partly off course however and the hammerhead managed to get one of it's 'wings' caught, flipping it on top of the destroyer, metal screeched and crumpled as the two ships fused into one twisted piece of metal.


Forces

Spoiler

8000 Dominion Peacekeepers
1000 Mk. 3 HBD-300 Droids
240 501st Legion Stormtroopers
48 "Hell-Wolves" + Handlers

[member="Yidhra"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Approaching the Shield Gate​

"This is shuttle Valerian, requesting clearance." The communications officer held Alkor with an intense gaze, but he was careful not to stray from the script he had been given. The lightsaber close to his head was compelling enough reason to comply. "As reported, we have incurred heavy casualties during a routine boarding. We have wounded on board who require immediate medical attention."

"We have medical frigates in orbit," came the terse reply. "Are you blind, or can you not see the invasion fleets converging on the planet? We would be mad to open the gates for you right now, and we're not about to make exception-"

"I must protest," the officer interjected. "The medical frigates are embroiled in combat, and the defense fleet is between Serreno and the Sith forces. With all due respect, sir, to redirect us would be sending the wounded to their graves."

"Then they die honorably for the Dominion." It was a stiff, flat response, but not unexpected. "If you press this issue any further, I will have you court-martialed for insubordination."

"Sir-"

"Hold your current course," the officer growled. "There are multiple bogeys inbound on your position. We will be releasing a squadron to harry them. You may dock with the shield gate, but I will absolutely not authorize anything more."

"It'll work," Alkor grunted. He gestured for the helmsman to comply and as the comm channel cut out, Alkor lifted his communicator and spoke. "[member="Alleria Fett"], we are en route to the Shield Gate. The Dominion is refusing to open the shields, so prepare for delta contingency."

The Sky Marshall had initially suggested this method, but the Sith had suggested subtlety in their approach. Since they were paying the bill, Alkor intended to stick to their suggestion until it was exhausted.

Now, he considered it exhausted.

"Prepare shock charges," he reiterated, "and be ready to receive a rough reception." Alkor lowerer the communicator and turned to the holodeck, reviewing the real-time projection of fleets relative to the shield gate. "Stay the course," he commanded.

"Aye, sir," came the grim reply. "And what of this ship?" the helmsman glanced at Alkor. "Are we to die, caught in the blast?"

"Keep the engine running," Alkor folded his arms. "And plot a course through the shield toward Carannia."

"Right through the kriffing blast?"

"That's right," Alkor nodded slowly. "Right through the flames. We're punching a fleet sized hole."

"Force protect us all," the man whispered.

"Too late for that," Alkor observed. "It's up to your flying, now. Don't screw up."

 

[Valkren Calderon]

"In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons."​

​

Location - Onboard SSV Roanoke
Objective - Patrol Dominion space, wait for further orders.
Allies - SJO and Dominion
Opposition - TRE & Allies

Colonel Valkren Calderon blinked as he stared at the helmet of his Katarn combat armor. He sat on the bridge of an Evakmar Mk III-class Corps Assault Carrier that drifted in Dominion space, the helmet resting on the arm rest of one of the many seats that were present on the bridge. Their business here in dominion space was one of security, acting as an expeditionary force to assure a quick reaction time for any hostile elements or emergencies that were to occur. The colonel blinked again as the helmet's empty visor stared back at him, waiting to be placed over his head.

"Sir..Incoming emergency holo-call from Grandmaster Yune. It's urgent." The voice came from one of the bridge officers of the SSV Roanoke. The statement caused the young colonel to divert his gaze from his helmet over to the approaching man. This was strange, he wasn't expecting Arisa to contact his group for a situation-report until the next few rotations.

Something had to be wrong.

He scooped up the helmet that completed his armor set, before turning and making his way across the bridge toward a set of heavy-duty doors. "Connect the transmission to the war-room." Valkren turned back to the bridge-officer. before entering through the now-open doors.

"Also, contact Lieutenant Marl. Have him bring the commanding officers of the Dragoons, Berserkers, and our Ranger units with him to me. Keep me informed of any new activity in our patrol routes. Have all units mobilize and prepare in the hangar." The mix of three corps that occupied the barracks and hangar of the Roanoke was one helluva' QRF if he had ever seen one. He couldn't imagine what the Grandmaster was contacting him for, but whatever it was for..He knew they'd be ready. He had recently gone on a training binge with members of the Ranger's leadership, including Marl. He did this to assure that not only his soldiers would be ready and able..But so would the NCO's and officers that led those men into the crucible of battle if it came to.

The bridge officer hesitated at the rate that things were moving, almost as if he could tell that the colonel's body language had changed drastically since he had climbed up from his resting position. From a relaxed state, to one of readiness..Like he was preparing for something. However, nonetheless the bridge officer snapped off a salute and jogged off to follow Valkren's orders. As the young colonel made his way into the war room, he'd spot a mess of holo-screens, displays, maps, weaponry details, and statistics on the Roanoke's current condition. Valkren moved to the center of the room, standing at the front of a circular table that sported a holo-display directly in the middle. He'd place his helmet on the edge, folding his arms over his chest and waiting for both the emergency conference to commence and for his men to make it to him.

As he waited, the same officer sprinted through the doors, panting heavily. "Sir..You need to see this before the call starts. The Grandmaster has relayed information to us.." The man simple handed a data pad to the colonel, Valkren shifting his gaze from the officer to the pad and then taking it up with his gloved hands curiously. After looking at the details, his eyes grew wide. An attack seemed to be preparing. His eyes were stuck on the information that had been sent to him and several other expeditionary forces, as if he couldn't believe it. However the young officer very well could, as Valkren had known they weren't just here for simple patrolling. Something of this nature was bound to happen sooner or later, and it was only better that his men would be here to stop it.

"Better tell them to double time it on the mobilizing. Set the ship to red alert, and standby for orders." Colonel Calderon then handed the pad back to the man, letting him continue on with his orders before looking back at the display in front of him.

His troubled mind was at ease for now, for he knew his men were well prepared for whatever came next.

[member="Marl"] | [member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Jessica Med-beq"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Velus"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

​

Spoiler

Allies: The Resurgent Sith Empire & Friends
Enemies: The Dominion & Friends
Objective: Obliterate the Dominion, Show off the shiny new flagship
Fleet:

• x1 Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer - INV Pellaeon - FLAGSHIP
• x2 Imperial IV-class Star Destroyers - INV Annihilator of Hapes, INV Emperor's Fist
• x1 Warlord-class Carrier/Destroyer - INV Brigand
• x4 Ton-Falk-class Escort Carriers
• x4 Victory IV-class Star Destroyers
• x6 Velox-class Corvette-Gunships
• x10 Lancer-class Frigates

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pilqN-Q_2Vw&t=4s​

Graf chuckled when the 'orders' came over the comms and were relayed to him. "How disheartening, doesn't even know what a chain of command is." A lieutenant quipped, "They're trying to use us as fodder!" objected the commander. Graf held up his hand "However disrespectful it may be, the plan bears some fruit. Our vessels are much more superior in terms of defensive capability and endurance, we'll be able to act as a shield for the weaker Sith." He commented, making up the mind for the fleet. "I want the Pellaeon front and center, with the Imperial star destroyers flanking it but keep the carriers in the rear. Move. Us. Up."

After the ships moved into formation, with the Lancer frigates and Velox gunships nowhere to be found, Tanomas barked "Gunnery! Target the main Dominion battlecruiser with our Javelins! Fire when ready!"

The massive hypervelocity cannons, all twelve of them, on the super star destroyer would visible start to expand to their full length, just over two kilometers long. After a short charge-up time; three, glowing white slugs would charge towards the main Mephirium-class from each of the cannons at an alarmingly fast rate, and even if they did not hit their target, they were capable of causing damage to the obviously-Imperial planetary shield protecting Serenno.

 

[Lucien Galtier]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S68GmenFk2g[/media]​

[SIZE=11pt]Lucien looked out through the bridge’s viewport as multiple enemy vessels began to break from warp. The void of space was suddenly a mass of enemy targets as The Resurgent’s Empire’s forces began to materialize in Serenno’s space. Lucien’s fist curled into a ball and he smashed it against his arm rest leaving a nice dent in it. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The Republic will not FALTER! [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Lucien looked out over his crew of officers and gave each of them a nod of understanding. They were scared, but each and every one of them was prepared to put their lives on the line in order to see this mission through. It was just like the old days. Fighting with the 228th black ops division during the waning days of the last Republic he had seen many brave men just like these willing and ready to put their lives on the line for what was right. It was awe inspiring and gave him hope. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Move us into attack position! Get as close to that Super Star Destroyer as possible then deploy the bombers!” Lucien shouted to his officers and they raced to carry out his orders. Hands flew across terminals and the ship shuddered and groaned as it began to move forward. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Fire all long range guns at her escorts! We can’t let them get to the Shields,” Lucien shouted again, sweat beading his brow as the first of [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]The Hope’s Vestige’s [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]guns[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]opened fire. Lucien stood and placed a hand on the holographic terminal before him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Wh-what are you doing? [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Maria asked lightly and he could picture her tapping her fingers together as she always did when she was nervous. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“These men have their orders. Now it’s time for the Angeli Mortis to carry out theirs,” Lucien said grimly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But they’ll die…[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You think I don’t know that..” Lucien growled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]He had sent thousands of men to their death’s, but he believed in what he was fighting for. He fought for freedom. For the Dream and the end justified the means. Lucien turned from the bridge and walked at a brisk pace towards his personal armory. He grabbed a disruptor rifle, made sure it was oiled and clean, then checked it again before setting the rifle down on a bench. He withdrew a verpine shatter pistol and loaded a few extra rounds in his bandolier. He clipped the pistol in his holster then slung the rifle around his back. He exited his personal quarters and made his way to the launch bay. Hundreds of Angeli Mortis and Dominion marines stood at the ready. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“ATTENTION ON DECK!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Hundreds of head turned to face their general. They offered up crisp salutes and Lucien dismissed them all with a nod, his hands clasped behind the small of his back.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Hello boys and gals! I don’t need to tell you this mission won’t be a cakewalk, but if it was easy they wouldn’t need us. We are the best the Republic has to offer and quite possibly Serenno's only hope. They want to strip us of our freedoms, they want to exterminate our way of life! Now i’ll be damned if I let my home fall to a bunch of.. A bunch of Red skinned tentacle faced freaks! So we’re going to take the fight to them! Show them why you don’t mess with the Republic! Now who’s with me!” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A hundred cries of “OORAH!” bellowed forth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Let’s get tactical marines!”[/SIZE]


Engaging: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Allies: [member="Darson Ontonas"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]
[member="Xandari Eriss"]
[member="Norin Terrek"]

 

[Sko'saht]

Location: SSV Ungul, Deep space near SJO border
Objective: Make preparations for deployment
Allies: Dominion and friends Arisa Yune Jerit Kolomor Marl Sko'sahtAdron Malvern Valae Kitra Valkren Calderon
Enemies: RE and friends Vrak Nashar

Sko looked at the sensor screen in front of him. Being on border patrol at the edges of Silver Space was usually a boring affair. Now however that was changing, commanding his first proper task force he had been hoping for something a tad less threatening but that didn't seem like it was going to be. The long range sensor net that the SJO had was lighting up like a ship that was on fire. "Sensor officer check to see if we are receiving correct data with the net and if we are pass this onto the Master Arisa's communications array and fleet control. We need to confirm and get back up if those Sith are heading where I think they are."

This was very bad this many Sith ships heading for such an allied sector. He'd have to set course to meet them but he had an uneasy feeling about this. Mandibles clicking and antenna waving in agitation he turned to the comm officer. "Advice local ships to prepare for hyperspace, in addition prepare this message for fleet and Master Yune's comms. Enemy fleet on the move, moving to intercept, request reinforcements, and warn our allies they are about to be engaged."

Fleet:
1x Lucerhulk-X-class supercarrier

6x Munificent-X-class heavy cruiser

4x Damorian Light Cruiser

 

[Aver Brand]

Location: Serenno
Objective: Break Expensive Things
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Vraukt"] | [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Caid Centurion"]
Potential Broski: [member="Aria Vale"]
Enemies: [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Formorta"]
Equipment: In bio

“What’s he—,” the pilot yelled from the cockpit. “Lucky little fether,” came a second later, followed by a chuckle. The cathar had jumped out of the craft mere seconds before the Avalanche began piercing the planetary shield.

While the fighter screen above kept the enemy busy, the inconspicuous Orbalisk-class slipped through the hole made by its Peregrine disruptor. The trandoshan released a bated breath over the comms once they were through…

and floored it.

Inertia compressed them into their seats, the untold g’s wreaking havoc across machine and organic systems alike. Licks of flame were hissing against the viewport, red-hot and hungry.

I could do with a steak.

Aver braced for the leveling a breath before the pilot began to even out their atmospheric drop. Metal screeched around them, straining against the forces trying to wrench it apart.

The Avalanche held.

Churning to a clicking stop a ways out from Carannia, the shuttle released its payload of Sith elites. The pilot and his ship were swiftly covered by a camo-nethttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Camouflage_net, a backup plan in case extraction was required.

Set on their mission, the squad hopped on speeders and disappeared towards their goal – the planetary shield generator.

 

[Formorta]

Looking through her scope more out of border then actual scene of keeping watch she spotted a disturbance in the planetary shielding, "what the..." She increased the optical zoom on her scope and watched as a ship of some sort made a break for though the shielding via what she assumed was an ion weapon of some sort. 'great the elite Sith super force or something has arrive, why did i open my big mouth' She tried to track the troopers comming from the ship but she was just to far away at the moment but she knew where they where headed, the orbital shield generator.

She quickly turned to [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] "there seems to be some elite strike force landing not to far away from the planetary shield generator, most likely Sith or elite trooper decked out in advanced amour" She holstered her weapons and equipment getting ready to move out "what are your orders [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"]?"

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Kushibah System
Objective: Protect homeland.
Allies: [member="Ra’a’mah"], [member="Enzo Carpathia"],[member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Fedrig"], [member="Rogal Aegrus"], [member="Jakkor Kess"]
Opposition: [member="Antherion"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Yidhra"]
Directly Engaging: Yidhra

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr6BMiHMPtI ​

A flotilla of frigates (Meteor, Skor), corvettes (Marauder, Ramships) and robot cargo ships, along with several wings of starfighters (Fencer, Talon, Kestrel, Missile Boat) and Blastboats (J variant) would revert [SIZE=9pt]behind[/SIZE] Lord Marshal Aegrus and TRE formation currently bearing down on Kushibah.

Right out of the gate, the flotilla would engage their collective ECM systems to not only jam the sensors and comms of TRE vessels across the spectrum (from subspace, to realspace, to hyperspace) but to also engage in spoofing, generating false feedback to trick sensors, a tactic much harder to defeat than basic jamming.

Cargo ships would begin dumping their payloads of Type B and C Mines behind the flotilla as it pressed forward, creating a defensive minefield to stymie reinforcements that may attempt a precision jump right on their rears. Though such an event wouldn’t be so bad, as the whole flotilla consisting of relatively nimble ships that could quickly maneuver out of harm’s way. A perfect reflection of the Kushiban Sith commander leading the group

Darth Skvader would be directing the formation aboard an LSR at its center, comfortably roosting upon her repulsor chair as she studied various feeds from a tablet.

“Nothing impressive about those escorts,” she noted aloud to her captains over encrypted comms. “Looks like the budget went into that flying [SIZE=9pt]twizzler[/SIZE].”

Said [SIZE=9pt]twizzler[/SIZE] of doom and gloom now appeared to be conjoined at one end with the good Lord Marshal’s Star Destroyer, a retro Deuce.

On the astral plane, the Sith could feel something else at work upon the vessel (Abyss). The whole area now swirled with the Dark Side summoned by several [SIZE=9pt]powerful[/SIZE] sources. It was all so comforting, leaving her with pleasant tingles as the residuals energies brushed over her aura as a warm embrace. Bogan was certainly with her today, and she would oblige the Dark with many sacrifices as a loving tribute.

“All callsigns, keep it slow moving forward, I want to get some separation between those capital ships and their escorts. Then we will begin with maneuver Delta Rose once in engagement range.”

The formation would quickly shift according to her orders, the tougher assault frigates and [SIZE=9pt]ramships[/SIZE] taking the front in a wide formation in several stacks, while Skor peeked right behind them. Marauders were organized at the rear and close to the edges of the formation, while cargo ships were at the back and center with Skvader and her LSR. Starfighters and gunships buzzed all around the capital ships in several envelopes creating the first layers of interdiction that stretched out several hundred kilometers.

The pinwheel of death and destruction slowly advanced towards the TRE escorts of nondescript ships, ready to tear through them on their final destination. As per usual, her fellow Sith had it in their heads that they were going to make landfall before establishing air supremacy. Skvader would make them suffer for their hubris, and show them the true power of Kushiban.

*Notes: All vessels using Hydra, Mithril, and Slingshot.

 

[Darth Arkanus]

More and more men made their way into the chambers finding their spots as they all waited for the orders to be given out. Sitting alone towards the back he continued to clean out his equipment making sure that everything he needed was accounted for, the chatter growing with each passing minute as the people on the ship tried to figure out what their mission and what their role would be in the coming battle. Each one of them knew that they had a high chance of survival, and that this day might be their last, but each and every one of them was willing to give up their lives to protect the republic they had helped to create. He saw this in their faces, their expressions, in their words. Each new marine showed all these similarities, it gave them comfort in what might be their final hours, which is more then anyone could ask for. Their faces were grim and they only talked about the grim realization of the future, but they held hope.

"And you? What of your hope? All I see and hear is a man who can't get his head straight Mister. Are you hopeful of your life, or your death? Your heads like a minefield, one wrong move and I could die, like you have a bunch of trip mines set up there for me to go through every day just to make me work for it."

The small figure appeared on his HUD with her arms crossed again. He knew she meant this figuratively, but he understood what it meant as well, he locked a lot of his mind up so no one could enter, her or anyone else, for his sake, and theirs.

I'll do what I always do, If i lay dead on the concrete by dawn and the Republic still stands then I have succeeded, if I lay dead and the Republic has fallen I failed. If I stand and the Republic is still here I have succeeded, if it has fallen, I have failed. My death is just a percentage in this war effort.

He didn't speak these words to her, he just thought them to her so he didn't have to talk.

"Darson...."

Don't, I know my place, and if I'm dead in the morning, then I'm sorry.

The words weren't spoken it was a battle between the two of them, him giving the facts of his life while she tried to give him hope. Sheryl was like that, she was a good and kind person, that's why he always liked her, he chose her to become his AI because she was capable as well, and he needed that mixture, someone he could stand to have peeking in his head, and someone that knew what they were doing and could actually prove some benefit to him. But he knew they would fight, and they did, about topics such as the one they were then and there, but he didn't care, it made him feel like he still had a piece of her, even if he had taken her from himself. He had done that to her, but he could never let her know, in fear of his life, and her disapproval.

“ATTENTION ON DECK!”

The words came out and he immediately stood with the rest of the men in the room and turned his head to face the man that would lead them to battle that day, a slight nod was all that he gave the salutes in the room as the men stopped their salutes.

The general began talking about how each and every one of them would fight their hardest and their best to defend the republic and that he wouldn't have some tentical face freaks taking over the republic and other propaganda fueled words and phrases that boosted the morale of the other troops. These words didn't truly affect him, he just wanted to get down to business and hear what his role in the coming assault would be, something important, or something dull.

'OORAH' Came the call from all the soldiers as the speech finished.

Time for the good stuff.

Engaging: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Allies: [member="Lucien Galtier"] | [member="Tyris Hayes"] | [member="Xandari Eriss"] | [member="Norin Terrek"]

 

[Norin Terrek]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1SlBlB5pzU

Norin awaited the incoming speech to spill out of General Lucien's mouth as more and more men flooded to the launch bay. A part of him had expected just the Dreadguard to undergo this task, but that was likely suicide, as in war even the most elite of the elite cannot match the usefulness of canon fodder. Any glorious propaganda-filled speech would not change the galaxy they lived in.

Norin looked around the room to see many faces of scared men who knew they had little chance of survival, they knew that their names would be forgotten by history, they knew their place. Norin that he and the rest of his small band were poster boys of the Republic, they would have legends told about their valorous feats and their unwavering loyalty. That is if you consider legends nothing more than propaganda and hearsay.

Despite being "the perfect soldiers" they were normal men, just like everyone else in the room, sure they had a few cybernetic implants, but they had minds of their own, desires of their own. Sure, Norin enjoyed being on the frontlines, but he never expected to have his story told over the millions of unsung heroes the galaxy already had.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Darson Ontonas"]
[member="Lucien Galtier"]
[member="Xandari Eriss"]
[member="Tyris Hayes"]

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Location: Ord Radama
Objective: Secure the Devestator
Allies: TRE, [member="Vrak Nashar"]

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His ship, almost alligned with The Tyrant. He stormed out of his command deck, grabbing onto the robe handed to him by one of his crew members and slinging it over his body, grabbing his lightsaber off the side, before enterring his chambers. He withdrew his mask, from it's pedestal and placed it over his head. Releasing a soft exhale, he would turn for the door and head outwards.

He made his way to the hangar, climbing into one of the smaller ships, and pulling the pilot out and tossing him to the side. "Get out of my way." He almost belted out towards the pilot, before turning to the controls and signalling to take off before doing just that. As he headed towards the planet, he would glance over to The Tyrant, then back to the planet which he approached. He brought the ship down, a few clicks away from the ship, seemingly apprehencively.

He began to treck through the wetlands, before an opening appeared, revealing the large Harrower-class dreadnought, and the destroyed terrain surrounding it. He smiled beneath the mask, at the glory of it. Now, just had to make it there, and meet up with his superior.

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Location - SSV Roanoke
Objective - Patrol Dominion space, wait for further orders.
Allies - SJO & Dominion
Opposition - TRE & Allies
Tags: [member="Arisa Yune"], [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Marl"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"], [member="Velus"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

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Sitting on the edge of a small cot in the medical quarters, Valae Kitra closed her eyes in meditation. She wasn’t the only one in the room – there was a bustle of nurses, a physician, and fellow healers of the Silver Circle. The sound of clinking medical tools, voices, and thoughts threatened to invade her mind, but she resisted. For now, she was determined to keep a calm and clear head.
But it was certainly easier said than done.

There was good reason to be anxious today. While she was aware that the SSV Roanoke was currently on patrol duty, there was always the possibility for deployment. And if such a situation arose, it would be her first outing with the Silver Circle. Valae had every confidence in her healers; they were well equipped for their job. But was she? Though she had been learning, she lacked real experience when it came to battle situations. Her true test would come in time…

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of an alarm. There were flashing lights in the medical bay that told them the ship had been set to red alert. Standing to her feet, Valae exchanged glances with Lila Arrel and Vash Prower – the two members of the Silver Circle that would be accompanying her today. It was odd to move about without their full group of healers, but she had stationed the other two aboard the Grandmaster’s flagship. And she had a feeling that their small number would be stretched thin in times of need. But they would make do, just like they always did.

“C’mon,” She said quietly, and nodded towards the door.

The group of three walked down the many corridors towards the War Room. She knew that she would find Colonel Calderon there. Her chestnut eyes darted, the ship seemed to be in an uneasy state – but the members of the Antarian Rangers seemed to be focused on their preparations. Judging by the way the ship’s crew and occupants were moving, she guessed that something had happened. Valae swallowed hard as she peered into the war room, her eyes found the form of the Colonel studying a display rather intently.

Instead of interrupting his train of thought, the healers slipped quietly into the room. They made their presence known only by the soft sounds of their footsteps.

Valae offered the Colonel a small nod, but remained quiet as she waited for a debriefing.

 

[Darth Osano]

Allies: [member="Aria Vale"] | Probably [member="Aver Brand"]
Hostiles: [This Space Intentionally Left Blank]

Location: Serenno
Objective: Destroy the Shield Generator

Maleagant no longer liked to sit during hostile insertions. It made him feel powerless. Not that standing made him less powerless. At the end of the day, it did not matter what position he was in. The facts were the same: Maleagant is in a flying metal box with flimsy shields trying to enter the atmosphere of a planet held by hostile forces. If the shuttle were to be hit directly by a volley of turbolaser fire or (just as an example) a large meteor, it would likely be destroyed. Or at least heavily damaged. Heavily damaged shuttles did not tend to last very long in the war zone. Whether Maleagant was on his feet when calamity struck would not change his survival chances.

Usually he put these thoughts from his mind during the ride down. He meditated. And he had been, up until the shuttle took a sharp turn to the right and Maleagant had almost been flung into one of the walls. Fortunately his grip was stronger than that. He was alone in the passenger section of the shuttle. Being present in the cockpit was also pointless. What was he going to do? Fill the pilot's ears with his petulant shrieking as they hurtled towards oblivion?

Oh, wait. They were landing now.

What a time to be alive.

Aria exited the cockpit, carrying a saberstaff and a blaster rifle. Maleagant also carried a sidearm, so he sympathized with the practice. "After you."

He followed her down the loading ramp, unsure of where they had landed and its proximity to the objective.

 

[Marl]

Location- SSV Roanoke
Objective- Patrol Dominion Space
Allies- SJO & Dominion Forces
Opposition- TRE & Allied Forces
Tags: [member="Valae Kitra"], @Arissa Yune, [member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Velus"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Marl's boots clacked in the corridor of the SSV Roanoke as alarms blazed. He was rushing to meet Colonel Valkren, apparently TRE forces took the offensive against the Dominion. Marl stopped at a nearby Sergeant who was running with his squad down the corridor.

"You there, stop. Tell the other men to be prepared for an assault, also let the technicians in the hangars know to prepare the Starfighters and transports, I want every bird in the hangar fueled up and ready to fly."

the sergeant gave him a 'Sir! Yes sir!" and was on his way. Marl was slightly overreacting but this was his first campaign as Lieutenant, and he had to make sure everything was perfect. He couldn't help but reminisce back to the Clone Wars, it was such a simpler time, but he hoped that these upcoming battles would give him a sense of fulfilment. He got to the war room and shot a salute to the colonel. The colonel was still deep in thought so Marl didn't bother him with what he just told the sergeant to do. He stood near the doorway with the healers at attention.

 

[Adron Malvern]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bH5-7_IbN_c

Location: Aboard Cedric's Wrath, defending Serenno
Objective: Repel the enemy Fleet
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] [member="Arisa Yune"] [member="Lucien Galtier"] [member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] @Ra'a'mah
Enemies: TRE, The Imperial Remnant

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Fog of war was often laid thick in the birthing moments of combat, but never so like in an invasion.

Report upon report was sent through the Chain of Command and the comm channels until they reached Adron one by one, causing a series of distraction aboard the deck. Just as Anya made her way to him he parted his lips to speak but was cut off by the communications officer. "My lord, message from the Silver Jedi Order! They are probing our system and looking to send reinforcements soon, they request a report on our defensive capabilities in the Sector."

A moment passed as Adron considered his words. "Right, Contact Lady @Ra'a'mah, I want a report on her status at Kushiban immediately. Do we have any available assets to secure Ord Radama?" He called out, to no one in particular. The silence across the deck was ample confirmation for the young Lord. "Request General [member="Arisa Yune"] to send any available ships to reinforce Serenno but to also send a detachment to Ord Radama, I have no doubt the Sith presence in that area is not delivering gifts. See it done!" He gestured to the terminal the officer's were working at as he gave his orders.

Again Adron attempted to turn to [member="Anya Loma"] , hoping to gain clarity in the moment, however the day was not so bright to allow such a thing.

"My lord! Our sensors report we have numerous breaches in our shield gate!" A young Ensign called out, keeping his receiver clamped to his ear as he spoke.

"It cannot have fallen so fast, how did they get through?!" Adron questioned. "Forget it, scramble the fighters, order a detachment to protect that shield gate at all costs, if anything attempts to get through, and I do mean anything it is to be blasted to pieces! All civilian and allied vessels are ordered to reroute out of the sector and make way for Ession or Bimmiel where they can be properly screened. Anything that diverts from that, destroy it."

The orders were taken in stride and Adron exhaled once before hearing a loud alarm going off over the bridge. "Something has connected with our hull....Do we have a visual?" The security officers turned to there screens, huddled as they toggled through the security cameras covering the ship's deck. "Sir, it's a hostile. He looks to be alone."

"Order the remaining fighters to maintain defensive position around the fleet. Keep us whole." Again, his orders were shouted to the crew.

Adron turned to Anya, taking her hand as he gestured down the hall. "Someone is on our hull Anya, I need you to find him and stop him before he causes damage to our ship. The Ship's Peacekeeper's are on alert already, take a squad and bring me his he-"

"Incoming, Incoming!" Was yelled over the deck as the officer's gripped their consoles. Several Hypervelocity Cannon rounds roared towards the ship, Most of the rounds slammed into their flagship's shielding, however a small volley of the rounds made their way into the planetary shielding behind the fleet. As the ship gave a rather violent rock from the blasts Adron turned back to Anya and yelled out. "Go! Now!"

"Now it's my turn." The Count muttered. "They've come to our home and think they're going to get past us that easily, there is no chance." He proclaimed.

Turning back to the fleet Adron adjusted his cloak, looking to his primary weapons officers. "They're polite enough to say hello. Aim all ten Hypervelocity guns at their flagship. Order our Lancer's to open fire on the nearest Imperial Star Destroyer, rip it from underneath them." He called, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the display.

As Adron had ordered his flagship adjusted all ten of it's own Hypervelocity canons towards the enemy flagship, letting off a thunderous explosion as the blasts hurled towards the ship.

In unison the three Lancer Class Cruiser's, that had remained in the rear charging their primary weapons, let loose their Heavy Proton beams. These beams were aimed to pass the flagship and connect with the nearest Imperial Star Destroyer in it's path, hopefully ripping through it's shielding as it did.

 

[Anya Malvern]

Location-cedrics wrath
Objective-repel attacker...play with the large kitty
Allies-domnion and her allies, [member="Adron Malvern"]
Enemies-TRE and it's allies, [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

The sight of battle was a morbid beauty, it made one stop and look at it while the heavens cried at those lost

She was snapped out if her thoughts as she looked to adron, she listened to the chaos around her as she nodded at his words, hiwever she quickly looked to the officer and grabbed something as she felt the ship shake violently. She growled hearing adron yell and stood saluting and quickly making her way put motioning a squad to follow

we have a intruder on-board, he will be taken out with extreme prejudice....i want him dead

She could feel somewhere on the ship a very dark form but...it seemed lesser then her own, she chuckled as she started pulling her hood up as the squad behind her checked every corridor they passed, confused why Anaya didn't check then at all. She came to a service hatch that had suits used for going out on the hull

I want two with me and the rest to guard this area, before we enter again we will say a code...and it's shall be loma...now with me

She said as the two got ready and began following behind her as she suited up and checked everything looked to her saber as she started out for the hull

And the hunt began

 

[Vrak Nashar]

Location: Ord Radam, Southern Hemisphere
Objective: Secure The Devestator
Allies: [member="Rakosh Saqai"]
Enemies: Dominion

The shuttle descended slowly towards the surface of the planet, almost painfully so.

His eyes set on the horizon, his lips thinning as he watched the wetlands as they crept closer and closer. In the distance he could already see the edge of the downed Harrower sticking out of the swamps. He frowned slightly, watching as they drew ever close. A few more minutes passed, one of the Red Guard standing up behind him and silently approaching him. A small whisper passed through his helmet and Vrak nodded slowly, a smile forming on his lips.

"Good. Keep watch over the system." So far it seemed as though no one would be interfering with them.

As long as that remained true they would have plenty of time to carry out what they needed to.

A few moments later the Shuttle came down, landing on one of the few compacted surfaces around the wetlands. As Vrak stepped off of the bridge a trooper from the Resurgent Legion stepped forward, his face hidden behind a black helmet.

"My Lord, we've surrounded the ship and have begun our approach."

Vrak nodded. "Bring me a speeder."

The Pureblood wasn't about to go trudging through some swamps, not when there were faster methods of travel. They would need to reach the northern end of The Devestator where they could enter the ship through the hangar bay, from there he would have to head to the center of the ship, and hopefully find what Malgus had lost.