KILL, MAIM, BURN!!
Objective: It's over, leave
Brotherhood: Isabella Pavan | Aldo Garrick | Ozma Olumivius | Tu'teggacha | Talon Kyber | Alars Keto | Marlon Sularen | Halketh
CIS: Kiff Brayde | BX-4381 | Vemric Keldra | Daegon Corvinus | John Locke | Jason Breaker | Verin Oldo | Felix Aquila | Laertia Io | Kirk Tektus | Darth Metus | Anashla Deshal
Anyone else in Port Sorrow and Fleeting.
Fleet
Brotherhood: Isabella Pavan | Aldo Garrick | Ozma Olumivius | Tu'teggacha | Talon Kyber | Alars Keto | Marlon Sularen | Halketh
CIS: Kiff Brayde | BX-4381 | Vemric Keldra | Daegon Corvinus | John Locke | Jason Breaker | Verin Oldo | Felix Aquila | Laertia Io | Kirk Tektus | Darth Metus | Anashla Deshal
Anyone else in Port Sorrow and Fleeting.
Fleet
Helm eyes blazing a deep red, Zachariel's gaze didn't leave Port Sorrow as it was reduced to ash. The place was gone, reduced to atoms and less, having sustained several combined assaults. Most of the slaves within were dead, a true majority of them, and with any luck, countless CIS soldiers and leaders as well. All said and done, the Brotherhood had denied the CIS their objective, had prevented the freedom of the slaves. They had also managed to bring out the true nature of certain individuals on both sides, something that made Zachariel grin. Now they may realize that total war was the only way, and that they had best follow that logic or die in the attempt. Still, his grin turns into a grimace. Now was the time to leave, their element of surprise had been lost, if they had ever had it.
Turning from the view, the autocannons of his fleet wound down, cooling after the grueling ordeal. Stopping to glance towards Laertia's ship, Zachariel's grin returned. Whoever the commander of that ship was, they proved the rule, and showed that there were wolves hidden among the sheep. Perhaps others would follow that example, more likely they would decry such an act as unjust and cruel. In the end, it mattered little to Zachariel, he had more pressing matters to deal with. Returning to his throne, Zachariel sat once more, calling up the data once more. The news was grim, they had lost a further five ships, four autarchs and one supremacy, but his focus wasn't entirely there. Instead, he was still focused on the battle.
Shaking his head, Zachariel turned to the damage report of those ships. The supremacy and one of the autarchs were only heavily damaged, the rest were destroyed. Dead and falliny to Rhand, or drifting in the void of space, they were gone. Grin fading into nothing, Zachariel opened a channel to his fleet.
"To my most damaged ships, cover our retreat, give them hell and let your sacrifice reach the Avatars. All other assets, leave this world of ash and dust to the supposed victors." Letting out a short peel of dark laughter, Zachariel shakes his head. "They have gained nothing but the deaths of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands even. Leave the corpses to these carrions."
As his commands were carried out and his fleet moved to leave, Zachariel received Ingrid's message. Chuckling at her message, Zachariel responded after some time.
~ I welcome you to try my dear. However, if you didn't want your armor to be scratched, you shouldn't have gone to war. Pristine armor is for the weak-willed who never wage war, and I do believe you are better than that. ~ His chuckled echoed across the link. ~ I don't believe your allies in the CIS would appreciate you saying such things to the enemy. No matter, the fools will think twice of attacking us in the future. ~
Ending his focus on the conversation, Zachariel's gaze returned to the viewport. The supremacy star destroyer and autarch had manuevered themselves in protective patterns. They were positioned such that they took the brunt of any incoming fire. At the same time, fighter squadrons were returning to their designated ships, even as said ships drifted away from the CIS. Gaze shifting to the tactical display, Zachariel felt his inner rage boil. Clamping down on it, he chose to instead focus on the future.
The repercussions of this attack would be felt throughout the Brotherhood. All present had seen the might the CIS arrayed before them, even on such short notice. It was an impressive fleet, one that had severely damaged Zachariels own fleet and caused the loss of many ships. Even now enemy fire slammed towards his ships, causing more damage and death. Still enough to worry, Zachariel's breath lightened somewhat as his fleet left Rhands atmosphere behind, going high and away from the CIS fleets. Behind them Port Sorrow burned, having been annihilated entirely.
Looking back upon Rhand one final time, and the burning mess that is its surface, Zachariel smiles. Countless are dead on both sides, countless more slaves lie dead due to the actions of their foe. More than that though, the CIS have seen the truth of the Brotherhood and themselves. Eyes turning forward, the warlord lets out a breath as they jump to hyperspace. In doing so, he sees one final autarch begin to burn. Another casualty, unless the crew could control the damage.
Leaning back in his command throne, Zachariel begins to laugh. Despite the best efforts of the CIS, they had managed to survive. And a world had been burned in the fires of ambition. Letting out an appreciative growl, Zachariel's words echoed, even as his chilling laughter follows.
"The galaxy will burn."