Ships assisting:
Wickedness Hunter -
Throne of Obedience
Antony-Class Battlecruiser -
Wisdom of Mace Windu
Plague Destroyer -
Yoda's Sledgehammer
Wearing:
Ritual Gown
Armed with: Double Bladed Lightsaber (Green)
Units (Tython Orbital Station Assault)
Units (Assaults on other Platforms)
Earlier...
Magdalena Bloodscrawl meditated on Kytrand, inside of a stone temple that was half constructed that, when it was done would be used to train local Force Users in the Jedi Way.
She was preparing herself mentally for an assault on the Tython Orbital Station with recently recovered warships.
The Operation would be ambitious, to say the least. They would be going in AFTER the Alliance had already alerted the Dark Empire. It was an operation considered so important that her son asked her to lead the attack on the Orbital station personally.
Magdalena didn't like conflict. But she was adept at it all the same.
She had spent the past few weeks getting to know the assault force, a motley crew of Clones, Droids, and Biots from House Bloodscrawls ally, Clan Li-Ves.
It had been a rocky start. Some victories, but also some set backs. Bacta-Works had been forced to learn how to shelter, care for, and train an army overnight. Even with the shocking trillions at the company's disposal, it was a massive learning curve. Only the most loyal, most trusted of employees were allowed to help in the process. Eventually, the army had started to get better supplies.
A boom in the distance stirred her from meditation and she ventured out side, the elderly looking blonde woman with a golden fair skin blinked green eyes as she watched the Clones, out of their armor, testing some of the new ammo Gun-Works R&D had sent them to test out. Her eyes rolled as the Clones seemed to get a kick out of the incendiary ammo, while the Boots, supermodel like female androids in skintight metallic gold catsuits watched with interest, the Ammo's effects turning targets to slag.
"Guess the company finally started to scrounge the good stuff..." a Biot remarked, folding her arms as Magdalena passed by her.
Every credit would be calculated, and then the calculations would be calculated. This was going to be a massive, complicated assault.
"Oh! Lady Bloodscrawl!" One of the Offense Troopers, a Fett Clone named OT-007 called out, with a number of his squad mates.
Being the Abbess of Kytrand brought with it unique problems she was still adjusting to, one was guiding clones properly on a spiritual level. They were human and had human feelings and flaws stunted by a life as a soldier in an army from birth. There were gaps she was still trying to understand.
The Sorceress nodded in a friendly manner, "Nice to see you up and early, Oh-Sev...and what is that contraption you are testing on that poor Mannequin?"
"Oh this old thing?" Oh-Sev replied, holding up a bulky, fat pig of a hand held cannon that reminded her almost of a Grenade Launcher "This here's a seeker rail detonator! Wanna try?"
Knowing it was essential to foster cohesion, Magdalena agreed, and he spent the next few minutes showing her how it worked.
"Seems so heavy..." she said pointing at the torn up rows of Mannequins in the grass lands.
Then she fired it, watching the mannequin the shell hit explode violently.
Magdalena paused,
grinned and suddenly she was launching the shells with abandon at the mannequins.
"Reload!" The Force Spawn exclaimed happily, having never taken to explosive weapons before.
"There's the Spirit! These are some of the special rounds they were trying out. Replacing ALL our weapons and armor will be crazy expensive so working on new ammo types is cost saving measure." The Clone explained.
"I can only hope it will prove adequate..." she said with a sigh. "My son places great burdens on you all... sometimes too great..."
She looked at all of them. "You
do all understand what you're fighting for, right?"
The clones and biots present all shrugged but nodded.
"As members of House Bloodscrawl, you are all warriors of Light. However you came here, you are fighting for that light as the most essential members of the House. Without you, we would be nothing..." she emphasized.
"And that is why this operation..." she said, setting the Detonator down.
"Lives or dies with you all..."
The wind blew silently between them.
"Would anyone care to meditate with me?" she asked. "Because now is the time to make peace with the idea of dying..."
Present...
Two battle ships were detected entering the theater of war. There was a third one, but it was hidden.
The Two Battleships, each registering on the IFF of both fleets as 'UNKNOWN' announced their intentions by blasting apart smaller Sith capital vessels in short barrages, almost all of their guns firing on the larger ones used by the Sith, trying to draw their fire from the fleets of
Amelia von Sorenn
and
Liram Angellus
, the fighters of both fleets rapidly reporting the unknown newcomers in the ancient vessels firing on the Sith. They remained well out of traditional turbolaser range, yet their own cannons lanced through the black, harsh and accurate, slamming into enemy ships. The Antony-Class, a relic from the Gulag Era whose original manufacturer was lost to modern societies history, just like the other vessels it traveled with, was a lumbering black whale of a vessel, its cannons lighting up the side of its hull as it held back, the Plague Destroyer going forward, it's guns and point defense composite laser cannons smashing into enemy ships and fighters, downing them. The Tri-Fighters the mysterious Plague Destroyer launched chased enemy Sith squadrons, the standing order was to raze the fleet and seize the platforms. The Antony-Class held back even as it followed, it's battleship ion cannons and long range turbo lasers firing at constant, staggered barrages as it covered the Plague Destroyer's approach, slaughtering Sith pilots trying to chase Vonn Soren's and The Reactionary Fleet vessels.
But as The Orbital Station got closer, that was when the
actual threat the as-yet-unknown House Bloodscrawl has sent became apparent in all its terrifying glory.
A black arrowhead shape shimmered into existence, wide, domineering, and
bristling with Fusion Cannons, which it opened up against Sith vessels without mercy, the Composite Laser Cannon of the Plague Destroyer slashing brutally into a carrier as they finally launched their boarding shuttles, the Plague Destroyers guns smashing apart the space station guns guarding their approach, but a few got shot down regardless as they docked, powerful laser cutters and explosives blasting open a violent path into the station, The Offense Troopers and the Rangers and Droid's with them launching assaults against not just Tython Orbital Platform, but the others also. It was a general assault, and the orders were to kill every Dark Empire personnel encountered in a war of bitter attrition.
The Throne of Obedience's ancient Fusion Cannons pounded into enemy capital ships, living up to the unsettling moniker it's design had gained over the centuries, drawing more aggression and desperation on a very dangerous, very well equipped mystery opponent trying to give the Alliance Fleet more chances to attack, Stealth Corvettes docking as the obvious assault force proper pushed into the facility, already taking casualties, but frightfully accurate with sprays of their carbine.
Magdalena herself was here as well, for her blood could have terrible effects in a place such as this as she stepped out of the hole they had made into the station, quickly patching it up as they advanced. A crack team had been chosen, one whose unique assets could be a balance against many kinds of threats.
The Saboteur they had brought, dressed in armor that made him resemble an imperial officer disappeared and went ahead with the stealth Clone to traverse the station for sabotage opportunities. Magdalena would try to draw the attention of Sith like
Darth Immortuos
(For she had sensed his wrongness upon her arrival) as she flung spears of her own glowing green blood at defenders, which exploded on impact as the Spec Ops teams and assault teams began their push to help the Alliance seize the facility. Invisible Clone Saboteurs sliced local systems to force open doors and turn off Force Fields blocking their advance. In some cases, they turned security turrets in the facility against nearby Sith Hostiles, as Alliance teams who had boarded also began to report their presence back to fleet, and their attempted blitz as Magdalena hissed out a spell that exploded multiple lights on multiple decks, plunging certain areas where Sith were concentrated into total darkness...
Mahsa
Joseph Torson
Kahlil Noble
Corazona von Ascania
Liram Angellus
Tibera Jessen
Abraxas Colt
Pal Veda
Zaiya Ceti
Ashley Nevermore
Ran Serys
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