Faction Conquest of O'reen (Risen Empire)

[Aeth Deschart]

Above O'reen, the Isolation-class Star Destroyer Defiance suddenly appeared, flanked by a frigate and two corvettes. Normally the vessel would not have traveled with such a contingent, but the Empress herself was aboard the vessel and that necessitated extra caution. Aeth left sich decisions in the hands of her military commanders. Each had their position at her will and because she trusted them to manage things on their own. She was not a military commander, nor did she aspire to be. The political realm was hers. Though if she didn't like how her military leaders managed things she had no problem getting rid of them in favor of someone else.

"Empress we have arrived," a voice said, pulling her away from her datapad. "Shall I prepare your shuttle?"

"Yes, but make sure we have a communications line with the planet first, Demarco," Aeth said, turning off the device. "These people are relatively human and have a history of independence. This mission needs to go smoothly."

"Of course, Empress."

The Royal Guard disappeared from the room, leaving her alone. Inside of one of the great Imperial vessels she was perfectly safe and didn't need to be guarded at every minute. These would probably be the last few moments she had to herself given that they were about to effectively take over O'reen, hopefully without firing a single shot. If everyone played their part correctly they would take control of the defensive network at the ground based Orbital Deployment Center while she was busy comverting the military leaders in Fort Maximus that they needed to throw their lot in with her and accept her rule for their own safety.

The O'reen had a small naval force of mostly raider vessels. They were no match for Risen Empire vessels, but they wouldn't necessarily believe that. Could she not convince them that their fate was sealed the moment she arrived, they would have to be taught. Given their history, she fully expected them to balk at her demand, but they weren't stupid. If they took control of the satellite network they could effectively confuse the O'reen Navy. Their leaders would come around when this happened. If not, she would let Admiral Wes Gryffon blow their navy apart. It really was that simple sometimes. Though she did hope it wouldn't come to that.

She walked to the door and opened it. Two royal guards stood waiting for her, as well as a page.

"Caze, please go and let Admiral Gryffon know we are proceeding and have him relay that to Rear Admiral Kizar Okins . He will relay landing instructions to our other deployments."

"Yes, Empress," the boy said with a bow before running off to do as instructed.

With that done, she turned to head for the hangar bay. The two royal guards falling in slightly behind and to the side of her. She had no doubt her Hand would be waiting for her when she arrived. She liked reliable people.

Spoiler: OOC Note

Taa Nul NPC Treasury Luzeri Sina Cuśca Ashtara Starweaver Hayden Stahl Kizar Okins Ben Craig

Note: This is a hostile takeover but the goal is to do it without firing a shot. We need to take over the Orbital Deployment Center as well as convince the leadership at Fort Maximus that it is in their best interedt to accept our rule. Otherwise, what happens is up to you!

 

[Luzeri]

She stood quietly. The orders were given. And they had to be obeyed. She was going to search the Orbital Deployment Center ahead of most of the forces. Skipping past the majority of the others there and reporting back what she saw. Her lance was strapped longways to the back of her belt and she was covered in light black clothing. Her skills were still quite limited, but they were good for their purposes. She needed practice, but for now, they'd suffice.

Before approaching the city she began her practices. Using the force to hide herself, not only from the senses but also to other force sensitives. It was often this practice that made her dangerous. Allowing her to make her way places without having to concern herself with who was watching. And so she began her prowl. Headed towards the city, especially to the more militarized areas. Though she was functionally imperceptible by most, it was by no means impervious. Her skill was still limited. So she did her best to further silence herself, and keep to walls, and corners.

If at all possible, avoid confrontation. At least that was her current objective. However if someones presence would compromise the security of her presence, silencing was an acceptable means. But her operations should be sent back to her handler. She had no intention of breaking that. It would be her expense if she did and she knew that.

 

[NPC Treasury]

Fort Maximus.

It was the Capital City of O'reen; a military dictatorship of it's own. Even long ago when it flew the flag of the Galactic Republic, O'reen wasn't known for democracy.

That made this all the easier.

Kay had arrived a couple of days prior, not only to check it all out, but to provide a bit of an introduction for Empress Aeth Deschart and what her Empire could do for them. The Galaxy was still in Chaos with an abundance of new alliances and new governments popping up. Some were just old ones with new names. And it could be said that this one was no different.

Kay normally wasn't fond of Imperialism. It was a part of her childhood that she didn't like. Yet after the loss of her second husband and the tearing of her Force Bond, she hadn't been able to feel much but pain and grief. Taa Nul was quit to find out about it and helped to pursuade her into a new purpose; to advice an Empress and help to guide a government, much in the same way that he had helped with hers. In Kay's more recent darkest moments, Setrus was there to lend her a hand. Given that he was like a father-figure to her; and given how much of a loss she was with herself, she decided to do it. Caedyn Arenais told her that she should fight injustice and save lives, so that was what she was going to do. But she was certain that he wouldn't approve. Yet Kay was no Jedi. She had far too many faults. She knew that she'd never fit in.

"Magnus, the Empress is on her way. Now you can be assured that the technological advances in military, plus an abundance of foods are indeed yours for the taking. You don't have to just take my word for it."

Her communications were recorded, via a contact lens over her left eye and earpiece in her right ear. Just as she overheard of the impending arrival of the Empress herself, the intelligence network sent over relevant information over to the Empress' closest personnel.

And now she waited patiently.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

|| Location || On Route to O'reen
|| Objective || Introduce myself to the Risen Empire
|| Focus || TBD

It had only been a few months after he joined the New Imperial Order and yet again , Marlon Sularen was betrayed by a bunch of people who only wished to utilize him as a tool for their own plans.

Now , once more Sularen was left with nothing and forced into exile as there was no other place for him to go. Taking his private Armada currently mothballed over Vicondor , Marlon moved out of the known Galaxy and into the Unknown Regions intending to settle down on O'reen the most fortified World in the Unknown Regions.

O'reen was the original candidate for the capital of the old Directorate and y still remained as a potential headquarters for Marlon Sularen and his followers. Ever since the Battle of Kuat things had gone downhill for Sularen , being forced into exile from the Corr by the treacherous High Republic and Grayson Imperium followed by the betrayal of his top officers in the Directorate and his dishonorable discharge by the New Imperial Order.

He was left with nothing and his resolve was stronger then ever. As his Fleet headed to O'reen , Marlon could only think of how he could get his vengeance on those who betrayed them. How to scar them for life and bring death and destruction to those who deceived hum.


He wanted to make entire planets bleed, see entire sectors burn and rule over the Ashes of his enemy As the years went after the Battle of Kuat , He had become more and more cruel with only one goal in mind , to get what was rightfully his and eliminate anyone or anything that stood in his way.

And thus he headed to O'reen with his Armada and followers ready to rebuild and plot his ultimate return to the Core. No matter how much times his enemies beat him , Marlon knew only one thing. They were delaying the inevitable for Marlon Sularen’s revenge was going to happen one way or another. It was just a matter of time.

 

[Wes Gryffon]

The REV Defiance
Isolation-Class Star Destroyer

The stars of hyperspace faded as the Star Destroyer fell into real space. It's escort fleet dropped out soon after, taking up their defensive positions around the Destroyer. The small contingent of Risen power gleamed above the planet, the sun catching just right off of their new paint coats.

Aboard the ship, some of the most valuable Risen Empire targets that could exist. The Empress, her hands, her advisors and her military strategists. Each was a valuable target, thus the small escort fleet had been put together to provide just a little bit of safety.

One of those on board was the Grand Admiral.

The bridge doors slid open, and the Grand Admiral stepped through onto the command bridge of the Destroyer. Almost instantly the many officers and commanders stopped to salute. The red haired man smiled softly to himself and looked around the command bridge.

"At ease"

He walked down the central catwalk of the command bridge, every step carrying the authority of the man taking it. The officers all looked at him for a few moments, before dropping their militaristic posture and returning to their duties, their jobs.

His First Officer stood at the top of the catwalk. The man was paying attention to a small datapad, mission briefs and orders. Once he looked up and saw his commanding officer approach, the First Officer handed over the datapad politely, turning his attention to a control readout.

"News from the Empress. She reports we are clear to proceed with the mission."

Wesley Gryffon nodded, handing the datapad back to the small man. He spun on his heels, and with a wave of his hand summoned two officers to him. Both of them fell in very quickly, hands clasped behind them, stood up straight like true military officers.

"Relay the orders to the Rear Admiral. Inform him to hold our contingent of ships at the agreed position. Inform him to get some speed on, the Empress is desperate to achieve planet fall as soon as possible. She's an extremely busy woman after all."

The duo nodded, and the Grand Admiral sent them on their way. He turned back to the windows, clasping his hands behind him. The planet in front of him was their target, O'reen. It was a planet covered in fog, the perfect place to hide from sight as the Risen Empire continued to grow in power.

He pressed a button in front of him, and opened communications with his ship.

"This is Grand Admiral Gryffon. We have arrived at the planet of O'reen and are moving into position. All of you aboard this ship are aware of the mission. This is the first step in our quest of expansion, and everyone aboard this ship will be remembered for the part they have played. Do your duty to the Empire, to our Empress and to me. Good luck all."

He looked towards the communications officer and released the button. He instructed the communications officer to open a private channel between himself and Rear Admiral Kizar Okins . He had some instructions for the man that he wanted relayed privately.

"Rear Admiral. If anything arrives in this sector that shouldn't be here, you are to alert me personally. If I speak to it's commanding officer and it doesn't surrender to our forces, you have my personal permission to blow it to scrap"

Marlon Sularen | NPC Treasury | Luzeri | Aeth Deschart | Taa Nul | Sina Cuśca | Ashtara Starweaver | Hayden Stahl | Kizar Okins | Ben Craig

 

[Kizar Okins]

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Location: O'reen Orbit
Objective: Support the Risen Empire | Test the Palatine
Tags: Wes Gryffon Aeth Deschart Marlon Sularen and any other fleeters

Spoiler: Naval Forces

Star Destroyers

• REV Ledre's Revenge [Palatine-Class Star Destroyer]

Cruisers

• REV Enforcer [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Peacekeeper [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Conquest [Quasar Fire-Class Cruiser Transport]

Kizar watched out from the viewport of the Palatine-Class Star Destroyer REV Ledre's Revenge, his personal flagship. This was certainly an interesting venture for Okins Industries, which was now being absorbed into the Risen Empire. After struggling to acquire customers within the core due to the Galactic Alliance's continued campaign on Imperial Warlords, Okins Industries needed to find new customers, which they found in the Risen and after many meetings, talks and deals Okins Industries joined the Empire. His company became a subsidiary of the Risen Imperial Engineering Corps with Kizar assigned as the Overseer of the RIEC and regained his former rank of Rear admiral within the Risen Empire's Navy.

As he mused on how he came to where he is now his Executive Officer approached him. "Rear Admi-" but before he continued Kizar cut him off. "Please Commander, call me Overseer. The galaxy has enough people claiming military titles." The Officer nodded. "Overseer Okins, all systems are operating at full capacity save engine 3. Engineering believes that too much power is redirected to our shielding." He said passing Kizar a datapad detailing the power flow throughout the ship. "Shield core exhaust port 3, 7 and 8 seem to be letting out excess power." Kizar nodded before speaking. "Notify Chief Engineer Colburn and having him draft up solutions. As much as I wish we didn't have to use these ships the Empire is in need of Star Destroyers." The Commander saluted before turning away towards his station and began drafting a report. The Palatine was a newer class of Star Destroyer and like any new ships the issues needed to be tweaked out but fortunately this mission would be the last field test before the Palatine would be rolled out for production

Suddenly the comms officer spoke up. "Sir, orders have just come in, we're to begin relaying landing instructions. You are also to alert the Grand Admiral of any ships which appear on our scanners." Kizar nodded. "Very well, you may begin relaying orders to the other ships. Let's get these troops landed. Radar officer continue scanning the area, let's not be caught with our pants down if anyone does show up." So far orders had been to hold fire in an attempt to invade without actually fighting and that was exactly the way Kizar had hoped things would have gone. Years of service in the One Sith had left war distasteful to Kizar. Naturally he had always looked for away around violence but his time as a naval officer had left an effect on him. He dreams of a life where Okins Industries works on cargo shuttles, fuel tankers and an assortment of civilian crafts but Kizar knows that it would be impossible. There would always be conflict within the galaxy.

As Kizar continued to dream about the ideal galaxy down below in the hanger bays of REV Ledre's Revenge and the other ships of his small fleet a legion of troopers boarded dropships and shuttles, ready to be deployed to the surface. Over the PA the comms officer's voice could be heard. "All troops, board transports and prepare for deployment planet side. Acklay Regiment is to proceed to landing zone 1. Excelsior Regiment is to proceed to landing zone 2. Lancer Regiment is to proceed to landing zone 3. Sarlacc Regiment is to wait aboard the ship and will be deployed as the second wave." and as soon as their final orders were confirmed they lifted off, each regiment and their supporting vehicles and armour zipping through space and into the atmosphere, landing at their designated positions.

Kizar watched as they headed planetside and reviewed the landing orders each had been assigned on his datapad. Three key positions outlined by war strategists around the capital of O'reen. From there each regiment was to set up a large headquarters and general positions around it, prepared to move and fight in any direction. In essence it was a show of force, either to prove to the people of O'reen the Risen had the ability to protect them as well as the ability to take over by force. Either way, it seemed like a far better solution than outright invading. He turned to his Executive Officer. "Commander keep my updated on the status of the troops and notify Grand Admiral Wes Gryffon we have begun landing our troops" he said to which his executive officer nodded "Will do sir." before heading to the comms officer to send the transmission. "REV Ledre's Revenge to REV Defiance. Deployment of the 109th Legion to designated landing zones is underway."

 

[Hayden Stahl]

Location | Orbit of O'Reen | REV Resurgent
Objective | Conquer O'Reen Without Bloodshed
Tags | NPC Treasury Aeth Deschart Wes Gryffon Kizar Okins Taa Nul Marlon Sularen

The REV Resurgent was one of the first warships to slice out of hyperspace, it's hull adorned in a thin streak of red paint like a blood soaked knife. One of the first Pride Class Star Destroyers to be introduced, the vessel was largely foreign to the navy of the Risen Empire.

It's current commander however, was not. At the head of the One Kilometer long Destroyer's bridge, the elder man stood with both his hands behind his back, looking down at the planet below him. "Status?" The mans accent was undeniably Imperial in nature. He turned from his stance to face the crew below him, peering down into the trenches.

"All systems operate at peak efficiency. Offensive Systems are online and I have ordered weapons hold per command of the Empress" the Commander was the first to respond.

"Good. Send word to Grand Admiral Wes Gryffon: All ships are deploying ground troops as ordered. Standing by for further orders"

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location || O'reen
Objective || Retire I mean join the Risen Empire
Focus | Aeth Deschart | Wes Gryffon | Kizar Okins | Hayden Stahl

Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

• Agitator-Class Super Heavy Battlecarrier [x1]
• Alveare-Class Star Destroyer [x2]
• Pellaeon-III Class Star Destroyers [x4]
• Intercessor-Class Star Destroyers [x2]

As Marlon Sularen elaborated on how to have his revenge , his Fleet jumped out of hyperspace only to met another set of vessels in the region. Soon enough Captain Marlo came to his private Quarter and gave him the news. "Sir we've arrived at O'reen but it seems a Fleet is already present." Marlo said. "A Fleet? Which Faction does it belong to?" Marlon asked. "We aren't sure. We haven't met these guys before , all i can say is that this is an Imperial Organization but not the New Imperial Order , Eternal Empire or Zweihander Union who are the current existing Imperial Organizations in the Galaxy. This is something new."

Marlo's Reply intrigued Marlon Sularen. A New Imperial Faction? Maybe this meant he still had a chance for resurgence and revenge afterall. With this new group , Marlon could surely gain the resources he needed to retake what was rightfully his and annihilate his enemies. Soon enough , he was on his way to the bridge. Marlon intended to learn who these people were and if he could join them. After all he could use this new Imperial Group as a means to restore his prestige and have his revenge. For 3 Years things had gone downhill for Sularen who went from being a proud Moff to nothing but a Commodore before finally losing everything.

However Marlon was weary. Even if he was a dedicated Imperialist , his relation with Imperial oriented groups was bad , the Light-Sided Imperialist Grayson Imperium sacked him , the Zweihander Union betrayed him and the New Imperial Order dishonorably discharged him in the middle of the Third Imperial Civil War. Even if this would be the Fourth Imperialist Faction he would join he needed to make sure he got want he want , what he deserved after all this disrespect and mistreatment.

Standing on the Bridge , Marlon awaited for these unknown Imperials to send him a transmission perhaps a warning for trespassing in their operations. But Marlon did not care , he needed to know who these guys were and see if they could benefit him and his followers unlike the New Imperial Order. If things went well then Marlon would finally be back on track and ready to have his ultimate resurgence.

 

[Aeth Deschart]

The shuttle ride was uneventful. With their escort of TIE-X's there were few who would be willing to tangle with them. She had studied O'reen culture extensively and was certain that they would have tangled with them if they hadn't been connected to the larger force of craft. By size comparison, even one Isolation-class could handle the O'reen naval forces. It woukd seem that the Gulag virus had hit them even harder than most because they had already been well behind the rest of the galaxy in military advancement.

The shuttle landed at Fort Maximus, even though it wasn't the worlds primary starport. The Empress would not land elsewhere and take a ride on a speeder to reach her destination. She landed where she wanted to land and the locals would just have to accept it. Fortunately, her Hand, NPC Treasury , was already in position on the ground to fzcilitate her arrival. Having such a trustworthy individual, even if she was a Force user, to help her was a rare treat. She valued the woman as much as she valued the power of Taa Nul , another Force user she tolersted. Some of them were useful.

After landing she walked out of the ship with her guards in tow. She looked every bit the Empress she was without being flamboyantly over the top or looking like a cultist. When engaged in endeavours representing the Empire she always wore the colors associated with it. As she walked towards and into the facility where Kay and the Magnus were waiting, she deftly avoided the stares she receved, and histile glowers. These people were militaristic, a dictatorship for ages. A hosyile takeover was not something they would take lightly even if it was in their best interest. COMPNOR would be very busy on O'reen.

"Magnus," she said as she entered his chamber.

She noted Kay and nodded to her in greeting but turned back to the man in question.

"You will give us what we ask for, Empress, or this will not go as you wish," the man said, glaring at her.

"I think, Magnus, you will find that you aren't in a position to negotiate. You will accept what we offer. The consequences of not doing so will be detrimental to your well-being."

Wes Gryffon | Kizar Okins | Hayden Stahl | Ashtara Starweaver | Marlon Sularen | Luzeri | Sina Cuśca | Ben Craig

 

[Kizar Okins]

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Location: O'reen Orbit
Objective: Support the Risen Empire | Test the Palatine
Tags: Wes Gryffon Aeth Deschart Marlon Sularen Hayden Stahl and any other fleeters

Spoiler: Naval Forces

Star Destroyers

• REV Ledre's Revenge [Palatine-Class Star Destroyer]

Cruisers

• REV Enforcer [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Peacekeeper [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Conquest [Quasar Fire-Class Cruiser Transport]

The radar officer shouted from the crew pit to Kizar "Overseer we've detected multiple ship signatures, capital ship sized vessels." Kizar look back and immediately replied "What ship type? Have they identified themselves yet?" The radar officer looked back to his screen, beginning a more in depth scan of the ships. "Majority are of Kuat Drive yard make, classified as Star Destroyers. There is one unique ship, don't know the exact type. All appear to be Imperial-like and have not made any attempt to contact us yet." Kizar nodded, thinking to himself, perhaps it was an Imperial warlord of some sort? "Comms, open a communication channel with the Defiance." the officer nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Grand Admiral. We've detected multiple ships within the system, all appear to be of Imperial design. In the event of a battle I predict our fleet is currently outgunned and we may in need of reinforcements. I'm transmitting the exact fleet make up now." he said before nodding to the comms officer to transmit the make-up of the fleet. He took a second before continuing, "I implore you to attempt to talk before firing sir." he said before closing the transmission.

He turned to the helmsman and spoke. "Turn our fleet in the general direction of the Imperial fleet. Warfare, raise shields but do not charge weapons just yet." his XO nodded. "Yes sir, raising shields." and as they spoke the entire fleet shifted, turning slowly towards the direction of Marlon Sularen 's fleet. "Run me through the details of the flagship." The radar officer walked out of the crew pit and handed Kizar a datapad. "5,000 meters in length, initial scans show multiple hanger bays and heavy weaponry. It still uses the distinctive triangular ship." Kizar nodded as he looked at the scan results. "Thank you radar, dismissed."

There was a lot on Kizar's plate. "Comms, reroute updates of our ground troops to my datapad. The unidentified fleet has become our priority." the comms officer nodded "Done Overseer." Kizar nodded and looked down at the datapad, skimming through the updates. According to his datapad all troops had landed and had begun digging in. Military forces of O'reen had continue to observe the 109th but no hostile action had been taken. 6th 'Sarlacc' Regiment were now boarding the shuttles and preparing to reinforce the three positions. If everything went to plan it seemed as if a non-violent option was still viable, much to Kizar's delight.

 

[Wes Gryffon]

The REV Defiance
Isolation-Class Star Destroyer

Wesley turned on his heels.

He walked down the catwalk without looking at anyone. He had seen the fleet arrive on the sensors just as the Overseer (The Rear Admiral, whatever title he wished to go by)had given him the information. He wasn't anticipating any other fleet to arrive, and he needed to think.

"First Officer, Comms, you will follow me into the briefing room"

The Grand Admiral stepped through the sliding doors, followed by the two officers he had summoned. The holodesk in the middle of the table lit up once the Grand Admiral pressed a button. He watched as a junior officer programmed in the information that had been provided by the Overseer.

Within seconds the information appeared in hologram form. In front of him appeared every ship in the sector, it's exact location and any information about it. The Grand Admiral's eyes flicked around the holograms for a few moment, scanning each ship.

The Rear Admiral was right, they were extremely outgunned.

He looked towards his First Officer slowly. He paused before he began to speak. He wanted to ensure they handled this the right way. The Rear Admiral (The Overseer?) had implored communication and Wesley couldn't help but agree with the plans of the man.

"Raise shields, but keep weapons powered down"

The First Officer nodded and passed on the instructions to the relevant people. The Grand Admiral looked back towards the holodesk in front of him and studied the ships again. He pointed towards the apparent flagship of the new, unidentified fleet.

"Communications, raise a channel with that cruiser"

The thumbs up was all he needed.

"Unidentified vessel, this is Grand Admiral Gryffon of the Risen Empire. What is your business in this sector?"

Kizar Okins | Aeth Deschart | Marlon Sularen | NPC Treasury | Hayden Stahl | Ashtara Starweaver | Luzeri | Sina Cuśca | Ben Craig

 

[Ashtara Starweaver]

O R E E N
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One of the beautiful parts of being in a cockpit was not having to deal with all of the back and forth political jargon that the higher ups were usually subjected to. All she had to worry about was following orders, and not getting shot out of the sky.

Mere moments before they’d made their presence known, Ash had been going through her pre-flight checkups of her TIE interceptor. There wasn’t any telling what could happen and she always felt like this was that eerie calm before the storm. The moments ticking by made her squirm, until one by one the Shadow’s did their check-ins through their flight comm’s.

Finally, the flight leaders checked in last, reporting green across the board to the squadron leader and indicating their readiness to head into the fray.

Then the moment came, and the order to deploy rang through the comm channels. Once that OK to launch came, Ash felt herself fall back into the person she was, the person she was trained to be. An Imperial fighter pilot. One who was going to prove herself, and reach that top tier some day.

Not just as an officer, but a combatant, and a loyalist through and through. She was with the big league now, and she knew she had what it took to reach the top. This was just the first step.

She took a breath and cracked her neck to the side, trying to relax herself.

With the doors opening, the entire Shadow squadron screeched out and moved themselves into a ready position, waiting for whatever came next.

Kizar Okins | Aeth Deschart | Marlon Sularen | NPC Treasury | Hayden Stahl | Luzeri | Sina Cuśca | Ben Craig | Vyrien Paskal​

 

[Luzeri]

Location: Orbital Deployment Center
Direct interaction: No characters (that I know of)
Tags: Ashtara Starweaver Wes Gryffon Kizar Okins Aeth Deschart Marlon Sularen Hayden Stahl NPC Treasury
Actions: Discovered and attacked Jedi Knight

Onwards she went. She had little concern with the matters of the space battle, her objective was exclusively scouting out the Orbital Deployment Center and locating potential threats or weak points. Already she could sense something, another presence. Yes that was definitely another force sensitive, not the strongest, but clearly too honed to be a mere commoner unaware of their abilities. She tracked it, all the while remaining as silent and stealthy as possible. Hiding her presence from the target as she removed the lance from her back, extending it before moving forwards.

She turned the corner to see them. The man was just standing there. It almost looked like he was meditating. There were a few others in the room, it appeared she'd made it nearer to a personal ship port, his most likely. One of the others was a droid, typical astromech model. Then there was a nautolan, and a Twi'lek. All male. All armed but only currently carrying blaster pistols. She had to think this through. She approached the Twi'lek from behind, waving a hand in front of his face and whispering in his ear, "You are surrounded by your enemies. Defend yourself."

She sensed the fear overcome him, so did the Jedi and the Nautolan it seemed. His blasters came up as his pupils widened and his breathing hastened. "Fight, they can see you." she whispered with an urgent voice. The blaster shots went off quickly and the Jedi leapt in front of his nautolan friend, "Jarik! Stop! We're friends!"

"He's trying to confuse you." More words. Pushed into his mind as if they were his own. The Nautolan was adjusting his blaster, probably to stun. She moved out of the way. The Jedi was doing quite well in defending himself, for someone trying not to kill his own friend. He definitely had to know something was wrong. But she wasn't going to give him that time. She got behind the Nautolan, "You are going to die."

Fear. If he had but waited a moment longer, his more acute senses might have detected her. But soon he too was beginning to absorbed by fear. However it took much less of a push, as he had already become afraid. The Nautolan started running and the Jedi called out to him to try and get him to stop. Only to be forced back by the continuous blasts from his own friend. Seemed the Twi'lek was better at this than she thought. Perhaps he was the gunslinger type.

She again snuck around the group, behind the droid, and impaled it with the lance coming out of hiding before vanishing once again. The Jedi knew she was there now. And the cause of his friends fear. But what would happen next had yet to be decided. If she could take the man alive. He could be forced to be an inquisitor as she was. That would please the handler. But if not, it was no loss. Just another force sensitive sent to their grave.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location || O'reen
Objective || Retire I mean join the Risen Empire
Focus | Aeth Deschart | Wes Gryffon | Kizar Okins | Hayden Stahl

Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

• Agitator-Class Super Heavy Battlecarrier [x1]
• Alveare-Class Star Destroyer [x2]
• Pellaeon-III Class Star Destroyers [x4]
• Intercessor-Class Star Destroyers [x2]

"Unidentified vessel, this is Grand Admiral Gryffon of the Risen Empire. What is your business in this sector?"

The Risen Empire? Sularen had never heard of this group before. However from what he'd seen they were an Imperial Orginization and a potential future ally for him. However he needed to know what they intended to do here first on O'teen.

"Grand Admiral Gryffon this is Marlon Sularen of the Sularen Association and have Corporate Holdings in the area. However Grand Admiral what is this Risen Empire and what is YOUR buisness here"

Given the current situation , Sularen could easily crush the Risen Empire right now but he was intreguded. While his Special Weapon Development Facilities on O'reen were somewhat at risk Marlon wanted to know who these Risen Imperials were and why they were here. After all they could be potential allies.

However Captain Marlo didn't see it that way. "Sir this Fleet presents a threat to our Holdings here on O'reen. What if they are here to conquer the planet or seize our facilities?." Marlo asked. "Do not worry Captain from what I see we could easily crush them with our current force. However I do not wish to fight them as they seem they be potential allies for our quest in reclaiming what is rightfully ours. Hopefully they aren't that different from the New Imperial Order" Marlon replied.

As Marlon and Marlo spoke , Wraith Squadron slowly advanced towards O'reen. While some officers prefered war , Sularen beleived a more diplomatic approach was better. Nevertheless Marlon would get his way one way or another , though he hoped he could do the so the easy way.

 

[NPC Treasury]

Kay kept her poise the same as Aeth Deschart entered the room; stoic and still. One could almost assume that she was an android of some form, but she wasn't. She was merely out of touch with everything and almost separate.

She nodded to the Empress and listened to the exchange between the two of them. "As I have said, Magnus, all of the advancements are yours for the taking. Refuse and we'll be quick to find someone else to take your place. You have many men in your chain of command, don't you? Surely one of them will do."

Kay overheard much chatter in her earpiece. Fleets were on the move and setting up for their potential chess match. It was the Magnus' move however. His choice will decide his fate.

 

[Wes Gryffon]

The REV Defiance
Isolation-Class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: Fleet Composition

3x Isolation Class Star Destroyers (Defiance, Liberty & Justice)
2x Secutor Class Star Destroyers (Loyalty & Hope)
2x Interdictor Class Heavy Cruisers (Forlorn & Carthage)
3x Victory IV Class Star Destroyers (Victory, Integrity and Introspective)
4x Wolf Class Frigates
4x Taurus Class Missile Corvette

Spoiler: SHIP HEALTH

Left - Hull
Right - Shields

Defiance: 100 - 100
Liberty: 100 - 100
Justice: 100 - 100
Loyalty: 100 - 100
Hope: 100 - 100
Forlorn: 100 - 100
Carthage: 100 - 100
Victory: 100 - 100
Integrity: 100 - 100
Introspective: 100 - 100

The Grand Admiral was not amused.

No-one questioned him, especially not some lowlife businessman who thought himself in charge of some super fleet. The man muted the call briefly, looking around the room at the officers who had gathered. One of them would be on the receiving end of the Grand Admiral's wrath tonight.

"Contact the Empress, inform her of our developments here"

He didn't even name the person he intended to carry out that task, just pointed at them. He was clearly not best pleased with the turn of events. He licked his teeth slowly, eyes scanning across the room as the junior officer took off to relay the situation to Empress Aeth Deschart.

"Contact the fleet outside the system. Inform them to jump in behind these businessmen. Our Empress gave me express permission to contact the reserve forces if we needed to. I believe this situation warrants the contacting of the rest of our armada"

Another point, another junior officer rushing off to complete the task set. He wasn't impressed, nor happy with the ongoing events. This should have been achieved without firing a single shot and yet some single rogue businessman was going to ruin the plans.

"Contact the Rear Admiral, relay the plans to him. He can inform the rest of the fleet in the sector. We'll surround their fleet once the reserves arrive. They'll have no-where to run."

He didn't even need to point this time, a junior officer just took off to complete his task. No-one wanted to be on the end of the Grand Admiral in a bad mood, it had been seen too many times during the academy. It wasn't a fun sight, not at all for a second.

"Keep weapons powered down but all shields up. Jam all out of sector communications past this point. All of them."

The Grand Admiral pressed unmute.

"Mr Sularen, this sector is now under command of The Risen Empire, and our Empress. Your business, under Imperial Law now belongs to the Empire and will serve to further the cause of The Risen Empire. Failure to comply with these terms will result in... unfortunate situations"

As if on command, the reserve fleet jumped from hyperspace. The Frigates, Star Destroyers and everything in between appeared one after another after another, completely blocking Mr Sularen's fleet directly in the center. It was entirely at the will of the Empire now.

Spoiler: Fleet Moves

• Every ship with the exception of the Defiance jumps into the sector, directly behind the ships belonging to Marlon Sularen
• All ships have weapons offline but shields online
• All out of sector communications are jammed
• The Interdictors power on their gravity wells

NPC Treasury | Aeth Deschart | Kizar Okins | Marlon Sularen | Luzeri | Ashtara Starweaver | Hayden Stahl

 

[Raace Typho]

"Bum bum BUM! BA DA BUM!"

The TIE-X swayed a little on the rack as its pilot settled into his seat. It was a little tight, as per usual, but cozy all the same. Raace had never felt more comfortable than he did when he was in a cockpit. Piloting was what he lived for. Nothing felt as comfortable, as normal, to him as zipping through space in a death rocket. At least these ones had shields on them. Man, he'd read about the early days of the Risen Empire. Those pilots had some serious guts flying around in those coffins.

Finally they were goven the green light and he zipped out of the fighter alongside Firecracker and the other members of Shadow squadron. Speaking of which-

"Hey, Firecracker, what's that coming off the back of your fighter?"

Yeah, he may have tampered just a little bit with her ship. Nothing major, he'd just attached some sparkers to the back of her fighter so she was trailing a line of fire behind her. It was harmless, but kind of funnyas it made it look like she was flying a defective fighter when she wasn't. Undoubtedly it would look hilarious to the O'reenians, but it sure made him laugh to himself. Oh, he was going to get a reprimand for this, but it was totally worth it. Nothing better than a good laugh.

Kizar Okins | Marlon Sularen | NPC Treasury | Ashtara Starweaver | Wes Gryffon | Hayden Stahl | Luzeri

 

[Marlon Sularen]

Location || O'reen
Objective || Defend my assets
Focus | Aeth Deschart | Wes Gryffon | Kizar Okins | Hayden Stahl

Spoiler: Wraith Squadron

• Agitator-Class Super Heavy Battlecarrier [x1]
• Alveare-Class Star Destroyer [x2]
• Pellaeon-III Class Star Destroyers [x4]
• Intercessor-Class Star Destroyers [x2]
• Starfighter Compliment
  • 94 Shredder-Class Droid Starfighter Squadrons [1,880 Total]

"Mr Sularen, this sector is now under command of The Risen Empire, and our Empress. Your business, under Imperial Law now belongs to the Empire and will serve to further the cause of The Risen Empire. Failure to comply with these terms will result in... unfortunate situations"

"Great first I get discharged and now this" Marlon murmed as the Grand Admiral spoke. Now he was angry. Already he had lost access to his Holdings within New Imperial Space and now this. As Marlon prepared to reply however something else happened.

"Uh sir , we've detected a large force jumping out of hyperspace at our rear. Readings indicate 17 new vessels having jumped out of hyperspace, most of them being outdated models of Ancient Imperial Vessels and vessels formerly used by the now defunct Imperial Remnant." Captain Marlo said as he informed Marlon of the current situation. "However I did tell you that these people presented a threat to our operations sir" Marlo added.

"You're not helping here Marlo." Marlon responded somewhat furious that some Empire was claiming what was rightfully his. "Analyze these vessels see if we can acheive Starfighter superiority with what we have." Marlon

While this Grand Admiral thought he was some buisnessmen , he was about to be proven wrong , Marlon had alot of military expierence having served under the Grayson Imperium and New Imperial Order and fought many battles against even the best commanders of the Sith Empire. Who was this Grand Admiral to think he could just swoop in and take what was rightfully his.

Then he sent a response to the so-called Grand Admiral. "Your Empress , Gryffon not mine. You think you can swoop in and take what is mine and expect me to go along with that then you're wrong. You don't know me and I'm about to show you who I'm am." He then ended the transmission and looked at Marlo. "Marlo analysis" he asked.

"We've completed the analysis and have estimated that the enemy Fleet has approximately half of the Starfighter capacity we have meaning we could easily acheive Starfighter superiority in the upcoming engagement." Captain Marlo said. "Good. Very good" Marlon said. With such information he was confident victory was his.

Finally he decide to give his orders. "Deploy all Fighter Squadrons and Have all ships execpt for the Predator and our Intercessors to turn around and face the enemy fleet and have them focus all power to their shields once they have deployed their fighters." Marlon ordered. "Meanwhile have the Predator and the Intercessors fire their special weapons at the lead ship of this Risen Empire. I'd like to make a point here."

Soon enough the Fleet Carriers and the Pelleaon-IIIs would turn around and the Fleet would deploy their fighters against their enemy while the Predator and the Intercessors moved into position to engage the enemy fleet. Here , Marlon would teach a lession to those Risen Imperial brats of taking his property without his permission. And thus the Battle for O'reen began.

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• All vessels of Wraith Squadron deploy their fighters [1,880 Total]
• The Alveare Fleet Carriers and Pellaeon-IIIs turn around to face the reinforcing 17 vessels and focus all their power on their shields
• The Predator and both Intercessors move into range of the Defiance and the former fires all 3 of its Proton Beam Cannons while the Latter fire their Power Crystal Cannons and Assault Concussion Missiles at the Defiance

 

[Quaela]

Location: Personal Quarters, REV Defiance
Objective: Meditate
Tag: Wes Gryffon and +Open

The Force would lend her strength.

Ice had formed along the walls of her quarters, not necessarily through direct effort of her own, but rather, as a natural side-effect of the fact that in her meditation, Quaela had been projecting a passive manifestation of Alter Environment, slowly pulling the warmth from the room until the air chilled her to the core. In her meditation, Quaela found peace in passively calling on the Force, lifting her body from the ground while cooling the air around her and channeling Tapas to keep herself warm in spite of the self-inflicted chill. Flecks of ice had formed along the hairs of her brows from what had originally been sweat and moisture, threatening to freeze them solid if she dared to pull more heat from the room.

Her handlers had never looked favorably upon her meditation, but they had not explicitly discouraged her either. In truth, they had more to gain than she did from the development of her powers. However, it also came at an increased risk to them, as any growth in Quaela’s abilities meant more potential danger in the event that she succumbed to the passions of Bogan. Nevertheless, they would always hold the ultimate leverage over her, even if she managed to grow her powers beyond even those of a master.

For Quaela, the implant was a fact of her existence, since she had never truly known life without it. It was different for most of her peers, within whom she could sense a strong underlying aura of fear that was obvious to her in spite of her lack of proficiency within the art of Sense. Before being taken by the ISB, they had enjoyed deep, fulfilling existences with families, friends, and even romantic partners. In contrast, Quaela had no such experiences to compare her present circumstances to. At times, sensing the emotion within her peers made her feel empathetic. More than once, she had succumbed to the urge to lend a hug or a few encouraging words. Other times, she could only giggle at their plight, finding a kind of twisted humor in their inability to properly channel the emotion towards the development of their powers.

Her handlers were never too encouraging of her efforts to grow stronger in the Force, but even they could not entirely restrain their elation in seeing their charge teach herself something new. In a sense, it was similar to an owner taking pride in teaching their dog a new trick.

However, in this case, the dog taught herself.

 

[Kizar Okins]

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Location: O'reen Orbit
Objective: Support the Risen Empire | Test the Palatine
Allies: Wes Gryffon Aeth Deschart Hayden Stahl and any other fleeters
Enemies: Marlon Sularen

Spoiler: Naval Forces

Star Destroyers

• REV Ledre's Revenge [Palatine-Class Star Destroyer]

Cruisers

• REV Enforcer [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Peacekeeper [Vigil-Class Star Cruiser]
• REV Conquest [Quasar Fire-Class Cruiser Transport]

Frigates

• REV Indomitable [Strident-Class Heavy Frigate]

Corvettes

• REV Raven [Taurus-Class Missile Corvette]
• REV Stalker [Taurus-Class Missile Corvette]

"Sir! Unidentified fleet is launching fighters! Enemy ships are targeting us!" The radar officer shouted to Kizar. Okins looked back to the man, a mixture of confusion, fear and sadness was on his face. "What?! Are we being targetted?" He said back to the radar officer. "Negative Overseer. They're targeting the Empress' flagship with heavy weaponry" Suddenly one of the radar officer crewmen shouted to the Officer and Kizar. "Sir, enemy fighters are engaging. I can't count how many there are." Thrust back into the bowels of war so soon. He turned to the communication officer. "Prepare a transmission to the enemy flagship." The communications officer nodded, giving Kizar a thumbs up.

"To whoever I'm speaking to. This is Rear Admiral Okins. You have actively provoked the Risen Imperial fleet. I ask you to recall your fighters and power down your weapons and I shall ensure we do the same. There is no need for war." he spoke before turning back to the communications officer. "End the transmission. Send it to the unidentified battleship ( Marlon Sularen )" he said before turning back towards the radar officer. "How many of are currently within range of the enemy fleet?" The radar officer checked his console. "Grand Admiral Wes Gryffon is being targeted by three enemy ships, with him is the Defiance, a frigate and two corvettes. Hayden Stahl (Not sure what rank) is aboard the Resurgent, we are still scanning if he has any other ships with him. 17 Risen Imperial Vessels from the reserve fleet have just hyperspaced in and are engaging the enemy as we speak"

Kizar nodded, taking the information in before speaking again. "Comms Officer, contact Hayden Stahl, ask for a status update. RadarAny other ships apart from the reserve fleet we can call for assistance from?" The Comms officer nodded, opening a channel to the Resurgent "REV Ledre's Revenge to REV Resurgent. The unidentified fleet is engaging our forces. What is your status." while the radar officer went back to his console, widening the search for friendly signatures. "I've detected 3 vessles from Patrol Squadron 4723. One frigate and Two corvettes, led by the Strident-class heavy frigate REV Indomitable." Kizar immedietly turned to the comms officer. "Send a transmission to those vessels, reroute them to our position." he said before his XO looked to him. "Rear Admiral. Should we begin firing? Those vessels are attacking the Defiance."

He hesitated. This was the moment he hated. Ordering people to kill. He had done it far too many times in the One Sith. How many lives would be claimed in this engagement he wondered. "Sir?" the officer said, the entire bridge had turned to look at him. "...Very well." he said turning to look out the viewport. The tone in his voice changed from apprehensive to anger "Lock onto the closest Intercessor, fire with turbolasers, missile batteries and Ion cannons. Notify gunner crews to begin loading torpedos." Suddenly Kizar had become the brash and young One Sith naval officer he use to be. "Order the Conquest to the rear of our formation and have the Enforcer and Peacekeeper begin firing with turbolasers and proton torpedos."

In an instant the fleet jumped to life, the REV conquest retreating to the rear of the formation as REV Ledre's Revenge, Enforcer and Peacekeeper pushed ahead, targeting one of the peace keepers. At that moment the Indomitable, flanked by two Taurus Class Missile Corvette, REV Raven and Stalker. Jumped right above Kizar's fleet. "Order Patrol Group 4273 to begin engaging enemy starfighters. Our focus needs to be the enemy fleet." the comms officer nodded, "Indomitable, Raven, Stalker, move to quadrant Besh 7. Engage enemy starfighters, do not let them target the fleet." The voice of a young officer could be heard. "10-4. Moving to Quadrant Besh 7." and the small patrol group began targeting enemy fighters.

Kizar walked over to the Comms officer. "Open a channel down to the hanger bay." he said to which the comms officer did so immedietly. "Crew chief. Hold Sarlacc Regiment from deploying, instead I want our ties out within 5 minutes." he said. "I'll do my best sir." she responded and Kizar closed the channel before walking back to the centre of the bridge. A sudden realisation of the orders he gave out came through and the personna of the confident young officer faded away. He felt like he was melting, trapped in the same perpetual conflict, war and agony that came at the end of the One Sith. A bead of sweat rolled done his face and his breathing became shaky. Flashbacks to ruptured Star Destroyers, ships tearing apart, holding dying men aboard doomed ships. The radar officer saw the sudden shift in personality. "Are you okay Rear Admiral?" Kizar cringed when he heard the words but didn't blame them, it was instinct for military personnel to address him by that rank. "Yes Lieutenant. I'm quite alright. Worry about the battle ahead instead of me."

Spoiler: Fleet Actions

• In a last ditch attempt Kizar attempts to contact Marlon and broker a ceasefire
• Kizar reroutes a frigate and two corvettes to his fleet's position
• The Conquest retreats to the rear of the fleet's formation
• The fleet begins engaging one of the Intercessors with Turbolasers, Missiles, Ion cannons and torpedos
• The Frigate and corvettes begin attacking starfighters which are attempting to target the main fleet
• Fighters deployed and are engaging Marlon's forces