Bil-Bring It (OS Dominion of Bilbringi)

[Taeli Raaf]

Taeli, known as Darth Arcanix among the Sith, stood on the bridge of a Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer, a segment of the One Sith fleet forming up around it as they exited hyperspace. Bilbringi, another one of the major shipyard worlds of the galaxy sat in the viewport, looking for the most part peaceful . . . except for the annoying little carrier group and its accompanying fighter craft guarding the real prize. The shipyards.

With the disappearance of so many and the Republic pulling back, it left the world below with little defenses that could stand in their way.

"Commander, inform all forces to begin the operation, I want this system in our hands as quickly as possible and with as little damage to the shipyards as possible," she ordered. She would be remaining on board to coordinate the attack, and focusing on destroying that carrier.

"Yes, my Lady," the commander said, snapping a salute and going to deliver her message to the troops and allies that had accompanied the mission.

"Launch fighter craft and prepare for battle."

Spoiler

Objectives:
Kick It - Remnants of the Republic Fleet hold out in the Bilibringi System, with a large carrier and a small swathe of starfighters. Annihilate the Starfighter fleet, Capture or Destroy the Carrier.
All your Base - At the heart of the Bilibringi Systems is the Bilibringi Shipyards, in which the remaining Republic officers maintain operation of the shipyards. The control of the shipyards is of utmost importance, there may be mass killing but do not damage the shipyards. Seize control of the Bilibringi Shipyards from the inside.
Trade is my Game, Fame is my Name - The asteroids in the Bilibringi System are extremely chalk-full of valuable minerals, metals, and other resources. Secure a stable mining operation on three of the largest asteroids.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Objectives: All Your Base
Position: Entering Bilbringi Asteroid Field

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Standing at the far edge of her observation deck on top of the bridge of the Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer Revengeance Darth Hauntruss watched the she watched the asteroid belt of Bilringi emerge from the brilliant lights of hyperspace. Resting her arms in a fold she turned to a communications staff in the computer pits. "Contact [member="Darth Arcanix"] let her ladyship know we have arrived in the sector." her low commanding tone hissed. The staff nodded and went about their business. The Bilbringi shipyards would be a valuable asset to the One Sith, especially with the new founded space they have achieved due to the Netherworld events. Turning about, her cloak flapping about, she strode up the central isle to her subordinate admirals. "Engage the Republic remnant fleets here. Have the fighters move in to intercept an counter-attack on their part. Our target is the central shipyard asteroid-bases." Hauntruss hissed more commands.

Then her tone became strict and deadly serious, "Do not damage the shipyards. For if you do, my wrath will be yours. Are we understood admirals." The holo-projections of the accompanying ships nodded and saluted in confirmation. Hauntruss' black lips thinned into a sinister smile. "Excellent. Then you may begin when ready Admirals." Hauntruss spun away and approached the Admiral of in command of the Revengeance, "I will be gathering my Death guard and preparing for a boarding assault. Keep the ship in check and watch my reports Admiral Kia'Shek." The Admiral, a stout moustache fellow, answered in a gruff "Aye mi'lady it shall be done." Hauntruss then left the bridge for the elevator to gather by know well-known with the Sith, Death Guard Dragoons.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fighting Starfighters...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yK0P1Bk8Cx4​

"Ha! Yurzhoc of the domain Shai here!" He yelled, strapped gleefully into the cognition hood of the yorik-et. Who he was yelling at, no one could really know. Maybe other children of the Vong. Good Murvain, he thought, as he grinned toothfully into the view of the space between him and the planet of Bilbringi. Blasphemous starships and shipyards: the cess pool for their own breeding of vile machinations and gyros and gizmos and whatever else made work. Yurzhoc spit at the very thought of it, through split lips, and instantly regretted the action as his amphistaff recoiled from the clear globule.

"Get over it, Stebbles!" He screamed as he bared his teeth at the serpentine beast. It had been acting up as of late, still not entirely on even footing with Murvain. But at this juncture, the staff was merely a co-pilot, equal in inducing irritation to the common astromech-droid. Not that Yurzhoc would know anything about that. The Vong warrior initiated the great gobbling of debris, as the yorik-et began consuming of raw goods to fuel its destructive capacities.

Dovin Basal, check. Rock spitters, check. Yaret-kor, check. "Biological functions are a go..." He spoke, almost somberly, compared to his typical demeanor. He began to focus, getting into the feel of the ship, prepared to wield it as if an appendage of his own body.

 

[Dara Gola]

Nyrrea had just infiltrated the shipyards when she heard the sirens. Her job as a simple server in the cantina was just starting to pay off. Kriffing wonderful, who ever is out there could very well ruin my chances at this bounty. She scurried over to the holo and listened to the alerts as the announcement of a fleet dropping from hyperspace was being broadcast.

" It's those Sith bastards. They got another thing coming. This shipyard hasn't been taken in hundreds of years." Arik, the cantina owner was saying as he walked by, " You get back to work, this may be an emergency ,but there's still money to be made." He pushed Nyrrea away from the holo and back into the open aired cantina.

Her blood ran cold, the Sith... She didn't have a plan for them. A chill ran up her spine. She needed to move.. she dropped her serving tray and started for the door when she was jerked around by her arm, " Where do you think you're going." Arik was gripping her arm tightly. Her flimsy top threatening to give the few patrons a better view than they were paying for. Yanking her arm away she spat back, " I'm going to find a way out of here alive."

She moved quickly, the sounds of ensuing battle would be heard soon, she needed a better position if she wanted to survive the day. once in her quarters she quickly changed into her leather vest and pants, no longer trying to hide who she was. Strapping on her belt and blaster holster. She tucked her lightsaber into a secret pocket. She needed to find what it was that the Sith wanted. Only then did she have a chance to get out of here.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Ellie Mors]

Kick it

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhldbymXK-8[/media]​

Far from the asteroid fields of the Bilibringi System, just over six hours prior to her surgery, Silara - under her alias of Darth Vitium - authorized a small strike force of starfighters to be sent into the general vicinity of the Bilibringi Shipyards. These fighters were her personal compliment, to be used once her own personal ship was to be completed by [member="Alric Kuhn"]. It was clear to those involved that the Sith Lord would be unable to attend, instead taking to a hospital bed to be put under the knife in surgery. But that did not bother the small squadron in the least, for they were honor-bound to the Sith Lord that "saved" them from their toiling on the planet of Prakith after the invasion by the Republic left the capital in ruins. It was she that personally crafted the original design for the ships, and she who trusted them to fly the expensive fighters. They would not fail - they could not afford to do so. They would succeed and bring fame not only to their own group, but also praise for their own Lady and sponsor. Their vice was Pride. Numbered in three, they traveled essentially alone, but their camaraderie and their motivation would unite them on one front.

"Alright, this is Vega at lead, Red I need you at my four, Ted at my eight." Radioed in the squadron leader. The Republic will fall.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of a Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer
Objective: Wipe out that carrier over yonder

"All fighter craft deployed, and [member="Darth Hauntruss"] has arrived with her forces and is moving to take the shipyards," one of her commanders reported.

"Excellent, deploy one fifth of our fighters to begin baiting the enemy out to meet us, I want three frigates deployed in a line here and here to provide a layer of defense and to thin out the enemy fighter numbers," she ordered. It was going to be interesting dealing with these Republic holdouts, as apart from the carrier and the fighter craft accompanying it, she could see at least two small corvettes in covering positions. Well that was annoying, but they would be able to mop them easily.

"Bring us into long-range, keep three fifths of our fighters around as a screening force until the skirmished begin pulling the enemy fighter screen towards us," she said, bringing up a holo-display of the nearby space. Her task force was designated in red, while the enemy was in blue.

"My Lady, the Rhak-skuri interdictors are powering up their gravity well generators, no ship will be able to leave the system during the operation," the comm officer said.

"ANd it will merely yank our forces that arrive out of hyperspace early," she mused.

"Fighters engaging, dogfight forming at mark 0.3 spinwards," a tactical officer said.

The fun had begun, and it seemed a few other Sith ships had arrived. They seemed to be acting under their own orders, and she suspected either a Voice or Hand had deployed them. Lovely, it would be good to show whoever led them that Taeli would take her command duties seriously.

[member="Silara"]

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fighting Starfighters...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8fiqj9inig​

The slightly over-sized coral skipper broke free from the ranks and ascended to the front of the line. In the shape of a "V", the squadron filled the ranks on starboard and port of the Yorik-Et. A single additional coral skipper flew on the lower stern of Murvain. "Follow my lead..." He spoke into the Villip aboard the dash, his face covered by the cognition hood, as he commanded the squadron with the same sort of ease as the Yorik-et itself. As he turned his coral skipper, so did the entire regiment on his wings.

The Yorik-et's stomach growled, the sound reverberating over the hum of dovin basal, as it began to dry heave. As if a group of birds, all preparing for the feeding of children, the monster star fighters began to vibrate against solar waves as they moved upon the flank of a squadron of republic starfighters. You see, Vong biological warfare held many advantages to the common and blasphemous technology. First and foremost, it didn't use fuel, but instead harnessed the power of gravity through the swelling of dovin basals. Secondly, and more importantly, the pilot was directly interfaced into the vessel, a brain for the body. No controls, no joysticks, just a Vong and his yorik-et.

From the mouths of the squadron, a hail of plasma spit out from the Yaret-Kor. Well, it was more aptly considered flaming rock. But it probably didn't matter much to the fighters in front of them, who would soon find their hulls burned through by molten material flung violently from regurgitated maws.

 

[Dara Gola]

She could hear the worry in the voices of the people around her. They had come for the shipyards. She was standing right in the bullseye of the Sith assault. She stopped and slipped into an alcove as she watched the Republic troops were beginning to erect defenses all around. She backed away and ran right into a trooper.

" Hey where do you think you're going." He said with a hard edge to his voice, fear present in it's tone

She turned and looked at him, a mask of fear on her face as she falls into his arms, " Oh thank goodness, please protect me from these sithspawn, " She faked a slight sob, as she glanced around, slowly leading him back into the alcove, tears streaming down his face, " I.. I'm so afraid.

The trooper looked down at her and gave her a slight smile, " Don't worry, we have everything under control. The Sith can never breach out defenses. We have a small army at every possible entrance."

She tilted her head ans sighed, a smile playing across her face, " Even the service delivery entrance that Arik uses for deliveries?" Her voice echoed his hope.

He frowned, " What service entrance.... " He never finished his thought as his neck snapped. the sound was loud in the small alcove. She gently put him on the ground, dragging him into a spot that was likely to leave him undisturbed for some time. She quickly grabbed his security card and once again set off. Now that she knew where the weakest part of the shipyards were, she could hopefully trade easy access for her freedom.


With all of the troops and personnel rushing to set up forward defenses against the Sith, Nyrrea crept to the loading entrance. The door was small and wouldn't allow many assault troops through it at one time, but it was unguarded and was behind the Republic troops. She made sure the area was empty. All of the other non essential personnel were hiding in the blast shelters. She looked down at the beacon in her hand and set it down on the ground right next to the door. Setting it to a frequency that she knew was a on a Sith channel and waited.

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Silara"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Silara"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"]

"My Lady, we're receiving a communication from the . . . shipyards themselves," a comm officer yelled. Taeli looked at him confusedly because she knew the defenders would never surrender the shipyards so early. They had a reputation to uphold after all.

"I'll get to that in a moment," she said, turning her attention to the battle that was raging now. The carrier had been holding back how many fighters it had at its disposal apparently as more fighters had emerged, escorting a few bomber squadrons. Both sides were taking losses, but more forces were arriving for the Sith, including several more Yuuzhan Vong ships as they reordered themselves better from the disappearances.

"Ma'am, we're in long range bombardment range," a gunnery officer said. "Permission to fire?"

"Open fire," she ordered, and turbolaser fire started streaking towards the carrier. It wouldn't do much to the carrier yet, but superior firepower was now being brought to bear as Sith boarding forces prepared to take the yards and now she turned her attention back to the communication coming her way.

Opening a link to that signal, she said, "This is Darth Arcanix, mind I ask what this communication is about?"

 

[Dara Gola]

"This is Darth Arcanix, mind I ask what this communication is about?"

The voice was unexpected and it made her jump. She took a deep breath and thought about her reply carefully before answering. " I am a...friend. If you pinpoint on this signal you will find a small access hatch that is currently under my control. It's behind the Republic lines and so far it's unnoticed by the defenders. A small strike element could easily cause all kinds of havoc. All i ask in return is that you spare my life. I know what's coming and I just want to survive it. I hate to make you take my word over a comlink, but you're a Sith, so you're word isn't exactly etched in stone either."

She flipped the communicator off and checked the hall again. There was little chance that something would go wrong, the Sith were keeping everyone pretty busy at the moment, but she wasn't taking any chances. She slid her lightsaber out of it's hidden pocket and tapped the activation toggle, the bright amber blade sprang to life. Satisfied she toggled it off and clipped it to her belt. No turning back now, I'm officially helping the Sith. The thought brought about a heavy burden, years of torture at the hands of a rogue Sith and here she was helping them. I really hope I haven't overplayed my hand. She reached out for the force and touching it felt wrong. Not only was there a dark, almost oily tint to the force, but it seemed different, like a refreshing drink that had turned sour.

She sighed again and pulled her blaster pistol out, nothing left but to wait and hope for the best.



[member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Amaethon]

Standing on the bridge, behind [member="Darth Arcanix"] and in the shadows, he took in everything. It had been made abundantly clear that the shipyard must remain intact. That did not seem to apply to the being inside and around it, though. He smiled whilst he flexed his hands.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: Bridge of a Wyyrlok-class Star Destroyer
Objective: Destroy the carrier

"How interesting," she mumbled to herself. Apparently, someone valued information and knew that giving it would result in their survival. She just had to meet this person and give them a proper reward for such a boon for the Sith operation here. This access hatch would allow several commandos and Sith to sneak abroad and either take the yards or distract the enemy enough that her main force could take it.

"[member="Amaethon"], take a detachment of commandos with you and secure that hatch," she ordered to the young acolyte that had been lurking on the bridge. "Civilian operators are to remain unharmed, defenders and those who resist actively . . . do with as you wish."

Once he left, she activated her private comlink and said, [member="Darth Valtryx"], I have a task for you. A friend on board the shipyards has given us a back way in. Sneak abroad through there and assassinate the enemy commanders."

Turning back to the battle at hand, she smiled as another Republic fighter exploded as the Wrath-class starfighters and other Sith and Vong craft began gaining the upper hand in the battle. One Sith frigate had been disabled by an elite enemy bomber squadron, but they had lost half their number during the run and wouldn't risk another on any of the larger ships until a hole opened in the Sith fighter screen. All the while, they were getting closer and closer to being in more effective range on the carrier and its escorts.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Yurzhoc Shai"] [member="Silara"]

 

[Amaethon]

The Acolyte bowed to [member="Darth Arcanix"] and rasped "Yes, my Lord."

He turned and strode off to the docking bay.

A few moments later, Amaethon stood in front of a dozen commandos and their leader who saluted crisply saluted him.

"Sir, Lieutenant Kerrigan. All is in ready and we're waiting for your go."

He nodded to her and gestured to the drop ship. She snapped off the salute and at her command, the troopers fell out and into the smaller craft. Amaethon followed and strapped himself into a passenger's seat in the cockpit. The bay doors opened 90 seconds later and they were off towards the surface.

 

[Minna]

"Yes, master." Valtryx replied through her comms, pulling left slightly in her hornet-class interceptor towards the hatch Arcanix spoke of. She had already been flying around the shipyards, taking out the odd enemy fighter while waiting for an entrance. That entrance now came into view quickly, and she had no trouble lining her ship up with it. Once inside, the Yodaling hopped out from her ship, looking around to see if any resistance had set up a trap. That was when she saw the Twi'lek with her blaster pistol out. Cautiously, Valtryx approached the woman. "You are the friend my master spoke of?" She asked. If this was some sort of trap, she would have no qualm in killing this girl right there and then. Besides, she didn't look like a Sith...

[member="Nyrrea Danton"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Amaethon]

Amaethon and his detachment filed out and onto the surface. The Acolyte held up a hand and strode ahead of the group, laying a hand on the hatch. Through the Force he swept behind the door for any perceptible danger but found none. He motioned Lt. Kerrigan over and he gestured his plan to her, six commandos on each side. He would cut the locking mechanism to avoid excess noise and they would enter and secure the hallway.

At Kerrigan's hand signals, the troopers stacked up with minimal noise and she looked to him. Amaethon swept aside his robe and unhooked his curved hilt, igniting the red blade. A momemt later, the mechanism had been cut and the commandos flooded the hallway and there were two shots fired. Thirty seconds later, he heard a double beep over his comm link from the Lieutenant.

The Acolyte stepped through, lightsaber still in hand, sweeping the hallway with his eyes. He could feel sentient life ahead, but none in the immediate vicinity. The security cameras had been taken out with well aimed shots. That had probably bought them no more than a few minutes, in his estimation.

He opened his direct comm link to [member="Darth Arcanix"] and whispered "Hallway secured."

[member="Darth Valtryx"][member="Nyrrea Danton"]

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fighting Starfighters...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyEK-eiSteo​

The coral skipper squadron broke left upon destruction of 2 republic fighters, finding an additional three on their trail. Concussion missiles and lasers blasted outward through the deep. Moving as one, they veered off from their trajectory and cut power to the engines for a moment. "Reverse polarity..." The words echoed through the villips as the munitions blasted into the dovin basals, swallowed by the blackness within the black. Worm holes were fancy like that.

Dipping downward, the chasing starfighters blasted overhead of the Vong squadron, which turned and broke into the three separate units. Each giving chase to a single starfighter as they resumed appropriate forward power for the dovin basals. "Initiate rock spitter barrage..." Yurzhoc smiled a toothful smile as they unleashed solid particles from the forward bow. The rocks pelted the shields as a singular coral skipper, from each division, gained on the starfighters. As it moved forward, the singularity field pulled the shielding from the blasphemous technology, as rocks rained through and carved holes through the hull. A fire in space was a spectacular thing, especially when it came in threes.

As the separate divisions carved away their little republic turkeys, they regrouped, suffering minimal losses as they continued to hunt down starfighters, pulled away from the group to be picked apart by more capable predators.

 

[Khallesh]

All your Base

The Yorik-trema body slammed into the hull of the shipyards. It clamped down tight and started to cut through. The Chazrach Chitterne amongst themselves, they knew full well that they would be through the breach first. Even Skarr Kyrric could only stop so much repeater fire and there were also more Chazrach.

Or would there be? Khallesh pondered. The vile Republic had retaken their world. The false Gods of the crusade had enslaved new Yuuzhan'tar. Reparations would be made, and this shipyard would be the start.

"No need for survivors," she reiterated to her elite squad of Hunters. They even saluted that. The slaughter would go down in Republic history as one of their darkest days.

 

[Vrag]

Objective: All Your Base
Allies: [member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Khallesh"]

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IhOqphVOxg​

Vrag tapped her foot angrily, sending burning looks at the troops that funneled into the ship like their life depended on it. Maybe it did, even. The Knight hadn't quite decided yet, but at this point it was becoming a completely viable possibility. She was, to put it bluntly, useless in space. She couldn't fly a fighter to save her life, and while a decent tactician on the ground, the firrerreo knew next to nothing about warfare in vacuum. Most of the time, she was quite content to leave it that way, devoting her focus and time to things she did best.

Right now, a lot of that focus and time were being wasted because her soldiers weren't quite as quick to mobilize as she'd believed them to be, and it made her distinctly unhappy.

And an unhappy Vrag was very likely to go on a murderous bender, which would be a good thing if they were already shooting their way down the corridors of the shipyards. Alas, they were still speeding through the inky black of space, a streak of gray lost amid a hundred others as more Sith forces were deployed in boarding actions.

Finally, the eternal wait came to an end, and the woman burst through along with her troops, rifle and lightsaber both in hand. She was branching out these days, trying out different and sometimes alarmingly creative ways of killing people. Fortunately for her comrades, there was an abundance of test dummies ready to repel them as they breached the hull of the structure, and the Sith opened fire with a hungry glee in her eyes.

 

[Yurzhoc Shai]

Fighting starfighters...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjZHGpVKvZ0​

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The oversized coral skipper broke away from the squadron. "Keep pace...I'm going solo." Stebbles veered it's head in confusion as Yurzhoc spoke through the villip, his eyes and nose sealed into the innards of the cognition hood. He ticked his tongue at the beast as he felt the overwhelming sense of awesome over come him. "Calm yourself Stebbles. For the pain!" He nearly yelled, the beast recoiling from the noise, as he patted Murvain right on the dash. Just like a human would pet a dog. So tasty, so delicious, Yurzhocs mouth watered at the thought of such tender meat.

The coral skipper, at the mercy of the warriors control, opened it's gaping maw and hull to suck in cosmic debris and particles. There were no visuals, no sensors, just the feeling of rejuvenation as the reload coursed through the monstrous and absurdly beautiful beast. It pulsated, as if growing and growling of the stomach ceased with it's feeling. The yorik-et hummed with satisfaction, wanting nothing more than to disperse it's goods against the blasphemous monsters that now faced the Vong. You see, despite the fact that Murvain looked like a rocky ship, it was a vong and had feelings and desires and needs. And besides feedings, it's current needs including destroying the enemies of a singular Vong - Yurzhoc Shai. Through his own hate and malice and odd affinity for pain, beyond the normal levels of Vong, he fed the ship mentally, without recourse.

Against the current squadron, he laughed inwardly, as he charged the projectiles and fired them mercilessly, heading straight for the wing before him. The yaret-kor ejected on auto as the rock spitters worked in tandem. Once he felt it appropriate, and a single ship felt the barrage without avail and upon burning, he banked left, to find a host of enemies on his tail end. The dovin basal swelled with power as it sucked in munitions, powering forward and taking evasive actions through a debris field. Like flying through food.

 

[Dara Gola]

@Amaethon|[member="Darth Valtryx"]

Nyrrea tried and failed to hide her shock as [member="Darth Valtryx"] appeare, she hadn't been this close to an actual Sith since she had killed her master many years ago. She could fell the raw power emanating from her as she approached. She was wound tightly and Nyrrea wasn't sure she could survive an encounter with her if things went badly. " I am... Most people around here call me Neela. I was working undercover as a waitress in the shipyard cantina trying to get close to a member of the staff that has a bounty on his head. Your attack has derailed my plans." She studied the Sith intently, her hand playing with the blaster slightly, but maintaining as neutral a pose as she could. She wasn't Sith, but she refused to allow herself to back down. Power was all they understood, she needed to show that she could be dangerous without actually being dangerous.

At that moment a squad of commando's and another Sith appeared and just as quickly they disappeared down the hallway. It wouldn't be long now before the chaos inside mirrored the chaos outside. " There is another door about 15 meters down the hallway. The other side opens into the cantina. It's deserted and there's only one way in. It's a perfect staging base for you're strike teams to enter through. " Her years of training, both as a Sith assassin and as a bounty hunter kicked in and she was giving out every important detail she could remember. " Once outside the cantina there's several defensive positions along the left corridor. And to the right there's a heavy security door that leads deeper into the facility. That's where all of the really important staff and military personnel are kept. All of the Republic base command staff will likely be through that door."

She placed a hand on her lightsaber and drew the force to her, it felt dirty and she felt tainted, but she embraced it, allowing it to once again stain her soul. She would always hate Dramu for what he did to her, but she knew that her one chance at a positive outcome for her in this situation was only in falling back on his teachings.