Core Raiders (2v2)

[Seris Vant]

Honor; something you'd never think criminals to hold themselves to. Well you'd be right for some street punk looking for some credit chips. In the underworld of organized crime though, honor was paramount. Without it the system collapses from within. Petty revenge and power grabs would be endemic. The Syndicate could never survive without it. It may seem like a glass shield but it was far more effective than burning extra credits to hold a gun to everyone's head.

Honor of course applies in the same sense to anyone dealing with another person or entity. If allies were to be kept, both sides needed to respect one another. This had broken down with the One Sith's betrayal at Barab 1. The alliance forged by Darth Vornskr and myself was never intended to last forever. It was beneficial for both nations economically. I hadn't expected it to end like this. An expectation was held and I should have known better than to trust Sith. They kill each other often enough that honor is just a tool, not a code. Well the Sith were going to learn when you knife someone in the back, sometimes that same blade can find itself in your own.

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Between Coruscant and Caamias lay the main supply lines between the Sith's vanguard and their fortified holdings taken earlier in the war. It was only a few hundred light years wide, and a treacherous route they had to travel. Filled with black holes and other space hazards that forced constant hyperspace corrections. It was the perfect hunting ground for Flora and Rayl's 'Pirates'. Several were full fledged warships of Black Sun's navy. While they would deal as necessary with any military threads, the much smaller pirate ships would be the ones doing most of the commerce raiding.

Rayl almost felt the explosion as a small merchant ship broke apart with fury and fire. A paltry prize unfortunate enough to come into the interdiction field of his heavily refitted black painted Star Destroyer. A dozen hulks littered the local area. And about twice as many prizes had been taken away from the sector. Now only Flora's ship was with him. "Quite the day we're having isn't it Flora. You don't get catches like these in Wild Space! Hell I've never seen the fishing so good, and I've been doing this for thirty years. Lets blow a few more up for fun eh?The Sith can do with fewer supplies".

[member="Flora Burn"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin"] [member="Mordecai Zambrano"]

 

[Flora Burn]

Fishing yes why not, let's get some more cargo. She changed ships for this expedition, she was in black suns cruiser. She had been shooting there convoy down most day, they been waiting for something worthy of challenge. She waited on her bridge, looking for it. She new her gut, the one sith would not let them take down freighters without a challenge. They most of their fleet around core worlds, as they expected to be attacked there.

She steered her ship ready for next convoy, and then waited. She smiled as she took a sip of rum, and wonder what cabin boy would be up to later.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Melkaroth Tyrin was meditating. The monster Krag, his first mentor, had little time for such practices, but his greatest teacher, Darth Ferus, had shown him the value of it. It was necessary to maintain one's connection to the force, and could lead to some interesting revelations. Not that he'd had a particularly trying day. Between the various offensives, (they were yet to suffer a major attack by the Republic military), the life of a member of the One Sith Navy mostly involved sitting around, waiting to either receive orders or a hail of turbolaser fire from an attacking enemy. Currently, Tyrin and his ship, the Reignfall, were stationed in the Caaminas system. The system was right on the edge of One Sith space and situated on the One Sith's most important trade route, so Tyrin was ever suspicious of enemy action. Indeed, he demanded regular battle readiness reports from all the ships under his command, never willing to drop his guard for even a day. However, at the moment, a Republic attack looked unlikely. So far, there had been no major offensives by the Republic fleet.

He was kneeling on the floor of his quarters, deep in his meditations, when a message came across the intercom. "Lord Tyrin to the bridge. Priority two." Melkaroth stood slowly. He did not like being interrupted in his meditations, but the problem was obviously an important one--priority 2 meant an impending threat.

It was only a short walk from his personal quarters to the main bridge, which he entered swiftly, his cape flying behind him. "Commander Narenda, report."

"We've just received a distress signal from a freighter on our side of the trade route. The message was cut short, but they reported they were under attack by an Imperial Star Destroyer, along with several smaller ships."

Melkaroth frowned. He'd expected an attack on the trade route, but this was an unknown aggressor. Still, the trade routes were under attack, and regardless of the enemy Melkaroth intended to drive them back. "Send out a priority one message to all freighters in the area; tell them to halt immediately and await further orders. Summon Lord Zambrano to the bridge, and set a course for the source of the distress call. Inform Captain Aranas that we're leaving; he is in command until my return." With that Melkaroth assumed his seat on the command chair, waiting for Zambrano to arrive. The Sith Lord was a guest aboard the ship, and since they were going into battle Melkaroth knew he would be an invaluable asset. The Sith was almost looking forward to the confrontation--here was a chance to test the One Sith's latest technology against the benchmark set by the old Imperial Navy. He expected he could call in reinforcements if need be, but he wasn't about to call other ships off their assignments unless it was necessary; this could always be a diversionary attack.

[member="Flora Burn"]
[member="Rayl Wilded"]
[member=Mordecai Zambrano]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Mordecai had been milling about the strange vessel when he'd been requested to the bridge. This was a strange starship indeed. The Dragon Lord was used to the sometimes confining, organic, and dark corridors of Yuuzhan Vong ships. The deep connection with his crew, the subtle and respectful gestures from his warriors, and the ever present scent of life around them at all times. While there was none of that age-old honor, strength, and pride that all Yuuzhan Vong possessed, this ship was as clean and efficient as ever.

It was just that sometimes these Imperial types needed to take a gander around and see who was doing things correctly. Given that it was a metal ship and carried a number of droids and electronics, Mordecai had only summoned a pair of Yuuzhan Vong to accompany him here. Their distaste of anything that wasn't organic almost surpassed the threshold of hatred and only his strongest willed warriors had been permitted to tag along. While their scowls told him all he needed to know, their loyalty was unmatched.

"My Lord," Kral growled, "why do these subservants command us so?"

"Because we are on their ship, my brother. Their rules until something goes haywire."

"Haywire?" His scowl didn't budge.

"Nothing. Let's go."

And with that, the trio were off.

[member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Flora Burn"], [member="Rayl Wilded"]