Droids and Starfighters (TSA Dominion of Ord Cestus and Agamar)

[Darth Ferus]

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Since even before the formation of the Ascendancy the Force Hunters have been a thorn in our side. They prod at our borders, undermine our operations, kill our Sith, all because they are misguided as to who the true rulers of the galaxy are. They ignored their Manda'lor, deeming any Force User as a foe that needed extermination. Ord Cestus and Agamar, one known for their droids and the other for their ships and pilots. Once they belonged to Manda'lor, but now these Force Hunters claim the planet as their own, building machines of war to aid their fight against us.

Lets show them the futility of their efforts.

Objectives:

Agamar:

• 1. Agamar is host to a large number of star fighters under Force Hunter control. Capture or destroy them for the Ascendancy and kill all in the way.
• 2. The locals don't like the Force Hunters. Rally them to the Ascendancy cause.
• Byob.

Ord Cestus

• 1. The Force Hunters on Ord Cestus are trying to reactivate the Jedi Killer droids. Usually this would be fine, but they aim to use them on Sith as well. Stop them and capture the plans for the Ascendancy.
• 2. The X'ting are treated as vermin by the Force Hunters. Kill their oppressors and bring them into the fold.
• Byob

Objective: None of the above.
Post: 1
Allies: Ascendancy
Enemies: Anyone in the way.

Krest sat on his own cruiser above Agamar, staring down from the observatory. Soon the Ascendancy would come to attack the world and the older Sith had every intention of joining the fight, but something else was amiss. While the others would drop down to the surface he would remain in orbit and put out a call to his own apprentices.

So there he would wait, for his own and for what ever in the Force was coming his way. As the old man's gaze turned to the empty space around the planet, he couldn't help but feel excited for what ever it was.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Location: Agamar Orbit
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Force Hunters
Post #1

Cestus Cybernetics, a droid manufacturing company that had spurned out some very intriguing products. Though the company itself was not their enemy on this day, the Pureblood could not help but grin at the idea of potentially facing their robotic monstrosities. And destroying them, of course. A shuttle boarded the cruiser that hovered high above the planet Agamar, landing in the hangar and disengaging the airtight seal of its boarding ramp.

Outfitted in his new set of armor, Ballen-Ist exited the the small transport, allowing it to return to its fleet and make room for others. [member="Krest"] no doubt had accumulated many apprentices in his time, and it did feel somewhat odd that now, one of his first proteges had returned. More like infuriating, especially after their reunion on Alabash.

Keeping a calm composure, the Sith Knight strode the halls of the Zabrak Sith's vessel, eventually arriving at the observatory where the master himself stood. Coming to a stop nearby the older man, the Pureblood folded his arms across his plated torso, eager to begin. Though, he assumed they would have to wait for the others.

 

[Lark]

Location: Above Agamar
Allies: The Ascendancy
Enemies: Force Hunters
Post: 1

Lark drifted through space in an Ascendancy shuttle, bumping bodies with other soldiers in the cramped corridors of the ship drifting down towards the rocky planet Agamar. His original mission was to assist in turning the local populace against the Force Hunters, a task that would have been readily accomplished. Lark had always had the gift of gab, swaying people to his cause, no matter how malevolent it may or may not be, this was one of his most prided skills. Perhaps the people who called this place home might be as hard-headed as the craggy terrain, but he was confident in his abilities to persuade the people to the Ascendancy's side, without violence or the threat of it. Of course if such implications were necessary Lark would gladly comply.

This mission was changed when his master [member="Krest"] called upon him, asking for his presence aboard his vessel orbiting Agamar. He hadn't given any details about what his new objective was to be. Somewhat a shame, going back to Lark's roots; conquest through manipulation, that would have been a refreshing change of pace. But he could always count on his master to make things interesting.

The shuttle deposited him inside the hangar of Krest's vessel, and then flew back off into the void of space to complete their own mission. He navigated his way through the halls before finding his way to where his master waited. He saw small horns lining the aging man's head, a feature well associated with the Zabrak species. Another man Lark didn't recognize stood beside him. This excited Lark. He always enjoyed acting in different ways around new people, to keep what he was really like a secret, to have them constantly guessing what he would do next. Few were aware of what he was really like. "A good day to you, Lord Krest," he said in a jovial manner, a smile beaming on his pale face. He sauntered up to the two figures, his sheathed sword swinging beside his hips, and a dark cloak trailing behind him. "And you there, I don't believe we've met! My name is Lark." He gave a small bow, before raising his golden eyes to meet those of the other man. "I do look forward to working alongside you," he said smoothly.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Darth Atrox]

Objective: None of the above.
Post: 1
Allies: Ascendancy

Enemies: Anyone in the way.

There was another Zabrak aboard [member="Krest"]'s vessel, a newcomer to the Ascendancy but far from unfamiliar with the Sith. He bore the typical Sith tattoos of a Zabraki Sith, serving only to make his face appear more menacing and terrifying to his enemies; not that he would look cuddly without them. Darth Iskios stood with his arms in the pockets of his traditional Sith garb beside the Sith Lord and Pureblood upon the ship, his repulsive eyes tracking the acolyte approaching the trio. It was becoming quite a crowd on the bridge.

Mala recognised Krest, or Darth Ferus as he was known, from his younger days in the construction of the Sith Academy on Glee Anselm, and the assault on the Anselmi amongst other One Sith anecdotes which he neither cared for or wished to elaborate on. His mind was on the here and now, and the politeness that rang out from [member="Lark"]'s tone.

"Darth Iskios." the Knight spoke, introducing himself to the acolyte and indirectly toward the two men besides him. Mala had found no need to engage in petty small talk with the two other Sith, deeming it worthy of only embarrassment if the atmosphere upon the ship gave him any idea of the seriousness of the mission they were to embark on.

"Enthusiastic." Iskios said with a small grin, which quickly dissipated back to neutrality after the brief spark of humour inside of him was quenched as quickly as it had arose.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: None of the above.
Post: 2
Allies: Ascendancy
Enemies: Anyone in the way.

Krest planned to keep his attention forward, letting his apprentices amass behind him in a dramatic way. Yet as [member="Lark"] spoke up in a rather different way than he was use to he couldn't help but glance over with a brow raised. For a second the Lord doubted which was the real Lark, but instead of focusing on it he let changed his attention to the other new comer. If Lark wanted to hide himself behind false intentions, who was Krest, one who did the same, to stop him?

[member="Darth Iskios"] would receive a nod from the Lord as he looked at him. One that Krest didn't recognize, but he had a feeling he would need as many people as possible at his back. [member="Ballen-Ist"] would not receive a nod from Krest, or even be given notice. Unlike the other two, the Pureblood had challenged the rule of Krest and failed, and would have to prove himself useful once again before he would be given any respect.

"Keep your eyes open. They will come soon."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Location: Observation Deck, orbiting Agamar
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Force Hunters
Post #2

The Pureblood sought neither approval or respect from [member='Krest']. He did not even care to respond to [member="Lark"], glancing briefly towards the man before looking back out the transparisteel windows. Ballen-Ist had once played the man's game, though he had decided to end the game of charade his words had been, doing only so when it was truly necessary. This was not one of those times, at least in the Pureblood's opinion. The dark power that swirled around his being was evidence of his power, his attitude testifying to his true purpose here.

He was here for one reason, and one reason only. To serve. Even [member="Darth Iskios"], who was the spitting image of what Maleus had once been, did not pique his interest or evoke a response. He held no grudges against the two before him, and nor did he particularly care for them. Once the mission was underway, they would have to put their differences aside and work together. At least, that is what Krest's endeavors usually entailed. Regardless of how he truly felt about those around them, he was determined to accomplish whatever task was to be given.

 

[Darth Osano]

Post: [01/20]
Location: Ord Cestus
Objective: 2

The common X'Ting reminded Maleagant of a cockroach. Not in terms of demeanor or usefulness, obviously. Merely appearances. Still, Maleagant did not like doing business with insectoid species in general. They were somewhat lacking in terms of facial expressiveness and their overall instincts, ethos, personalities were so... Alien. More so than other aliens. It was difficult to gauge what it was they wanted out of any given deal. Unless they were driven by desperation, as these X'Ting were. The X'Ting society usually operated out of hives. In other words, family tribes; clans. That sort of thing. Each Hive sent a representative, a highly respected elder, to sit on the Hive Council of ChikatLik. Instead of being present for the council's usual proceedings, Councilor Uklet Farrs was meeting with an agent of the Sith Ascendancy in a deserted box canyon. A dramatic locale for a dramatic meeting.

In the wake of Force Hunter coercion, the Hive Council had proven wonderfully impotent. This only further exacerbated feelings of desperation. Sure, they could make the long flight all the way over to the Galactic Alliance. Then, after months on end of diplomatic negotiations, resolutions, haggling, treaties and so on, the Alliance would send maybe three Jedi to negotiate with the Force Hunters. And by then, more X'Ting would be oppressed, abused, or killed. They could very well do that, or they could deal with the Sith who already hated the Force Hunters and would do everything in their power to eliminate them. Sometimes it worked out so well in favor of the Ascendancy that Maleagant had to wonder if the Force Hunters were not just some kind of elaborate false flag. You know, a phantom menace ingeniously engineered by the Sith Ascendancy to make them look better, to drive worlds into their fold.

A novel concept, but very dubious. The Council of Lords was somewhat lacking in Sith with the particular wherewithal or intellect to pull something of that scale off successfully.

Councilor Uklet required a cane to assist in his movement, but he trundled towards Maleagant's grounded shuttle without need of assistance. The Shi'ido had brought two Syndicate Rangers to serve as his bodyguards. Uklet came ready with a pair of droids, TA1s, which had ceased being manufactured on this planet several years ago. Maleagant lowered his head reverently. "Councilor Farrs, it is-"

"You can dispense with the pleasantries, Sith," the kindly Councilor interrupted. "Are you going to kill these people for me or not?"

Well then.

 

[Poe]

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[Eugen Aker]

As the First Order and the Galactic Alliance were already tuckered out after a few battles, a very disappointed Face was back on the lookout for more campaigns, another hot war that would net a fat payday to add to her growing piles of credits and fineries.

She would find something up north in the Outer Rim. A motley collection of Mandalorians calling themselves the Force Hunters were now waging war against a growing Sith Empire based out of Bastion. Thus far, the Mandalorians hadn't fared all that well against the Sith despite the numerous advantages they enjoyed waging a defensive war on their home turf.

As the Field Marshal toured the (undisclosed) headquarters of the Force Hunters with some of her subordinates as part of a consultation session, she could immediately see why. It was a total mess of an organization, with dozens of small ongoing operations with no long term strategic plan in mind - it wasn't enough to just want to shoot up Sith as they popped up. In this way, they were allowing the Ascendancy to dictate the flow of events to their liking.

"I'll be blunt," she told one of the Hunter Generals, some sour-faced Twi'lek. "Things aren't looking good for your merry band of Force haters. At this rate, I give you all maybe a year before you all totally run out of steam. You're all running around with these cockamamie schemes wasting resources while you allow the Sith to attack at their leisure. If I help, then there need to be some serious changes before I commit my time and resources. Tekkadan doesn't make it a point to die for lost causes."

The Twi'lek's crimson eye's narrowed, and he looked like he wanted to offer a retort, but then wisely held back and accepted her counsel.

"...agreed," he admitted reluctantly. "So then what do you suggest?"

"Consolidate operations and stop spreading yourselves thin. Do a better job leveraging local support. Shouldn't be that hard as the Sith is your opposition. However, first things first, I'd like to introduce myself to the neighborhood. What's your most active theater at the moment?"

"Hmm..." he pondered, scratching his chin. "The Sith managed to divine our plans on Agamar and Ord Cestus. I'm not sure if we can hold against them, but I don't want them getting ahold of the facilities on those planets."

"I'll take a crack at them. If you can't keep the planets, then I can at least make them suffer in the process. So, give me the deets, what do you all have cooking out there?"

((Hey there, providing some PC opposition as requested by [member="Krest"]. I know it helps make Doms less of the slog. Posts may be slow as the coming Serenno invasion kicks on this weekend. Just an FYI.))

 

[Darren Torran]

Darren had arrived shortly after [member="Face"] as he had opted to take his own Starfighter as opposed to the ship that she had taken. He had done some light recon before his arrival, not too much of note due to the distance that he had to keep from the Ascendancy's fleet.

He was greeted by a relatively small group of rather hostile Neo-Crusaders who hesitantly allowed him in, after some harsh words were exchanged, of course. Although no one could see the look on his face due to his helmet, he almost had an aura of doubt about him. They were unorganised, so much so that it was - quite frankly - scary. Alas, they currently held the high ground, as small of an incline as that may be, and he was here to make sure they kept it.

Darren burst into the room, interrupting the meeting that was currently ongoing between [member="Face"] and the Mandalorian leaders. "Christ, you guys are not prepared for visitors are you? At least clean up a little, jeez." he then diverted his gaze to [member="Face"] "So, I suppose you're the boss, huh? Darren Torran, reporting for duty." he glanced around at the shocked face of the soldiers that surrounded him, "What? Not formal enough? Should I do it again?" he smiled, "Hey, lighten up a bit, huh? It's only the mission that decides your fate, no big deal. Anyway, what were we talking about? Catch me up." He took a seat, a smug smile on his face as he readied himself to listen to the boss' plan.

[member="Face"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Agamar
Objective: 1
Post: 1/20

​​Living a life of self imposed exile makes one feel obsolete, even borderline insane. But for the Witch of Dagaboh, insanity was life, feeling obsolete was not. Arriving on the planet, where several fighters waiting to be claimed by this new Sith brotherhood sat, the Dagobah Sith craved a new life and this would be the starting point of her return.​

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​Stepping off the shuttle, three miscreants approached her each brandishing a weapon in hand began claiming payment for resting her ship on their platform. Sighing, she said happily, ​"If you cherish life in any capacity, best walk away now before I send friend against friend." ​The mocking trio laughed, only to be drawn to silence when she not only killed one with a slight of hand, but raised the barely fresh kill from the realms of the dead. The husk of her new undead companion stood rasping and dripping saliva, earning fearful stares from the others. ​

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​"Once upon a time I accepted laughter, even small amounts of defiance. But that was when I cared about life." ​Nodding her long dirty-like hair, her minion attacked the closest thug while her robes shook to life, destroying the other in a torment of pain and dismemberment.​

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​"Seems the galaxy hasn't changed much I fear. Well, it will now."​

 

[Poe]

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[Ameli Trahir]

Location: Agamar
Post: #1

The screams of Ameli filled the ship. No one was there to hear, as she operated the vessel entirely on her own. It was a blessing. In actuality, the sounds coming out of the shower near her quarters was more akin to singing than actual screams, but sometimes it was hard to tell the difference.

The ship she sailed in with was a sleek, silver-coloured personal transport ship with great engines but sub-par in the armament department. One could chastise her for wasting money on it, especially considering she was flying such a ship into a war-zone. However, 1) she wasn't aware the zone was one of war, and 2) she hadn't spent a dime.

Returning to the part about this being a war-zone, and staying on topic with things Ameli was oblivious to: her ship had exited hyperspace on schedule, and was being hailed by some of those starfighters the Force Hunters occupying Agamar was so famed for. With the self-proclaimed popstar being occupied performing the concert of her life, she had not been around to respond to their warnings and demands.

It was the typical process of demands for identification and purpose, and the familiar 'comply or be fired upon'. Well, with the blonde Vahla's carefree attitude it should come as a surprise to no one that she was being fired upon.

Now the screams turned into actual screams, her petite body being tossed around in and then out of the shower, pulling the curtains with her and ripping them from the roof. While she scampered for control, trying to figure out what was going on, and ultimately starting the rush towards the cockpit the ship was already doing a barrel roll in a ball of fire headed for the planet.

That was one way for the Sith Knight and Ember of Vahl representative to make an entrance. Sena would not have been impressed.

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin's footstep's sounded around the base, Matter of fact, He had just gotten to the base, He had to finish up some, Business with his contractor. Novin had been late to the "Meeting", His Contractor hadn't coughed up the Credit's, So Novin had to deal with him..Properly.

He slowly looked around, He was a bit dumbfounded where to go, He sighed, He would surely get yelled at for being late. He continued to look around for another 15 minutes, going in and room's around the base. The nickname's he would get for not being on time or able to find one room.

Suddenly, Novin heard door's open he instantly turned his gaze towards the sound to see [member="Darren Torran"] burst into a room, Novin practically thanked the man, He went over to investigate to see if it was the right room. Christ, you guys are not prepared for visitors are you? At least clean up a little, jeez." Novin heard. A slight smile was currently painted across Novin's face.

It was the meeting room, He walked into the meeting room to see other's inside aswell, Many recognized by Novin as Mandalorian Leaders. He took a seat next to [member="Face"] "Hey can anyone fill me in on what's going on currently?" Novin asked looking around waiting for a response. Interrupting the Mandalorian leader's, "I need to be filled in, I got here late..It would be benifical if you guy's included a map of where all the rooms were.." Novin said.

 

[Thicer]

The Selonian eyed new arrival before turning her attention back to [member="Face"]. "It doesn't help they are not very effective in space either. I looked over their last raid and there was nothing subtle about it, attacking a shuttle that has Sith in it wouldn't be that hard but they forgot it was transporting Sith. It dodged nearly every shot they fired and returned the shots with far greater accuracy." she said and adjusted the pistol in it's holster so it was more towards her front. She had been hired on as a consultant to help get this Mandos ready for proper raids. Of course she normally targeted cargo ships which weren't exactly the hardest to hit. Most rarely had more then a few people aboard and no more then five security droids at the most. Taking on Sith was a different matter, it was going to be difficult to take over any ship one may be on but she supposed it could be worse. She at least was going to be training Mandalorians and while they were hard headed they could be quite effective in a fight.

[member="Darren Torran"] [member="Face"]

 

[Sero Valrel]

Sero sat in the back of the room a knife in one hand and a piece of Hanava fruit in the other. At the front of the room one of the force hunters was being chastised by [member="Face"], a woman who had hired [member="Thicer"] and in turn Sero himself. Thicer was a pirate and Sero's captain. He hadn't been working with the Selonian long but so far she proved a fair captain and he had hoped to have proved himself a fair mate.

Sero really couldn't bother himself with paying too close of attention to what was being said. He cut a slice of his fruit and popped it in his mouth wiping the juices with the back of his hand as Thicer now began adding her own two cents to the discussion after some bumbling smart mouth came barreling into the meeting late. Sero didn't much care for the tactical aspect of the job or the history of any of this, he just wanted to be pointed at what need to be stoled.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

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Location: Ord Cestus
Objective: BYOB - Destroy Force-Hunter supply convoy
Allies: The Sith Ascendancy, [member="Satia the Cruel"] (In the system)
Enemies: Force-Hunters

"Annoyed Remark: I appreciate that you take initiative, Master, but this is getting out of hand." The miffed voice of HK-47 pierced through the air, the droid turning his head to stare at the Sith acolyte before glaring down the scope of his modified disruptor rifle.

"How so? I was told to kill Force-Hunters, and so we're going to kill Force-Hunters; atleast as many as someone at my skill level can. Therefore we settled for a supply convoy that would be passing through here on the way to where they're trying to re-activate those droids that the others are attempting to stop." Acolyte Vytuia enlighted. They were both in a prone position on a secluded cliff, staring down into a small valley in-between two craggy rock faces.

HK-47 scoffed "Statement: I am beginning to dislike this 'we' talk." He made known rather loudly, not even bothering to look at the woman again. "Yet you stay with me because I risked my life to get you a shiny new body and expensive rifle that came with it. Checkmate, love." She retorted, grinning. "Revelation: Here they come." The droid reported, causing Nadia to shift her gaze to the far side of the canyon where several repulsorlift vehicles of varying sizes came into view and she involuntarily tightened her grip on her lightsaber.

"Expression: I have a really bad feeling about this..."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious."

 

[Ameli Trahir]

Location: Agamar
Post: #2

Every beeping thing that could beep was beeping, and beeping loudly. Beep. It was frustrating! They were going down in flames. That much was clear. "I GET IT!" she shouted at the consoles that chastised her for her negligence. The ship was on fire but there was no need to be so bloody in her face about it.

In the end there was little she could do. At best stabilise, get them to drop speed, let the resident droid work its magic. Beyond that? Brace for impact. And brace she did. In her panic she wished she had the time to throw on more than ripped shower curtains, but at the time it hardly seemed a worthy priority. Or, it totally was... Though she didn't think she could pull it off, not with this turbulence and death on the horizon.

If she died, she hoped it would be in a big ball of fire that burnt her to a crisp. No way in hell she was going out and not leaving a fabulous corpse. It was that or nothing. Literally.

Coming down on the planet, she could make out a large body of water. Ocean. Fantastic. With extreme focus and tension, she tried to keep the ship level and drag out the descent as much as she could. Ameli took aim for the ocean, but as close to shore without hitting shallow waters as she dared.

This was it. Do or die. Again. Literally. Kark this job was way more stressful than what she had been promised.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDRD3SC6aS4​

Agamar
2/25

The Force Hunters of Agamar weren't just going to sit around as the Ascendency attempted to seize the planet and its facilities. Fighters and small capital ships already in the air flying patrols would quickly move to intercept landing forces and transports, while squadrons all over the planet scrambled for a counterattack.

Arisa would be among said respondents, calmly strolling to her over to her T-70 while others were running around to boarding their respective fighters. Her custom black and green BB unit followed closely behind, the small astromech whistling and beeping as it rolled along.

No one batted an eye, the Jedi Master adorned in Beskar armor recovered from the Battle of Ossus against another faction of Mandalorians years ago. It hadn't really taken much effort on her part to infiltrate the Force Hunters, outside of masking her presence in the Force utilizing her alchemy skills. All that was required was a willingness to kill Sith and other hostile Force - if nothing else, Mandalorians were an inclusive bunch.

There would only be a greatly truncated pre-flight check as the BB was sucked up into the astromech socket, then she was off with the rest of her squadron of X-wings.

"Check in," her squadron leader would order.

Three pilots would chime in ahead of her before it was her time to speak.

"Red Five, checking in," she said, her normally crisp Coruscanti accent now much rougher to fit in with her counterparts.

The squadron finished check-in, and then assembled in stacks of four-man flights in pinwheel formations as they ascended through the clouds. The blue skies would quickly give way to the black depths of space as they exited the upper reaches of Agamar's atmosphere.

"Alright boys and girls," Red Leader began. "Our job is simple. Sithies came to crash the party on Agamar, but we're about to show them the door. First we start with that (Krest's) formation. We destroy their fighter screens then move in to bring down the shields of the big ships for our bombers."

X-wings were well suited for both dogfighting and anti-ship assaults, especially as their usual ordinance of proton torpedoes had been replaced with shield busting plasma torpedoes. The Sith weren't especially known for their naval prowess, so any kind of serious resistance could send their whole operation into shambles.

As Red squadron made their approach on the Sith flotilla along with several other units, Arisa would transmit a private command to her BB unit directly through her neural implant. It would, in turn, begin to make its own transmission through the biocomm installed. Her counterparts on Voss would learn that she had finally engaged with the Sith as she had hoped by immersing herself among their immediate enemies. Now it was just a matter of her snagging a Sith Lord or two to bring back home for a chat, or retrieve some cold hard data on site. Either way, she wasn't leaving until she uncovered something that may bring her closer to [member="Jairdain"]'s whereabouts. A while before she had been made Grandmaster, she had promised to look after the errant Knight, and that was a promise she intended to keep. Personally.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Objective: None of the above.
Post: 2
Allies: Ascendancy [member="Lark"] [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Darth Iskios"]
Enemies: Anyone in the way. [member="Arisa Yune"] @Others(?)

"Sir." One of the commanders of the vessel Krest was currently on stepped right up to the Lord and offered a confident salute. The highest ranking officer asides from the Sith was leave for some pride so long as they didn't fail. Perhaps the confidence was to hide the fear of failure. The Lord let out a chuckle as he turned his attention to the three other Sith behind him. "The Jedi have come."

He could hear it in the whispers, the force speaking of a confrontation mere moments before the alarms on the bridge to warn of incoming fighters. "It's a small squadron sir, shall we focus on eliminating them here and now?" Krest shook his head as he stepped out to the viewing platform, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "Stay defensive, don't chase. Keep them away from the ships and let them come to us. They wouldn't just bring starfighters from the surface unless they had back up on the way. Even if they don't, we have the numbers for the long game."

There was a salute from the woman before the Sith and she turned from them, barking out orders. Soon enough the Reclamation Cruiser had their guns primed and ready for the assault. From the hangers below several squadrons of Fury Starfighters erupted from the hangers like a cloud. They would not go far from the ship, instead hiding behind the hull as they waited for their prey to come close and snap shut the trap.

"Any of you three who feel comfortable in a starfighter are welcome to head out. Otherwise, arm yourselves and steel your nerves. There are Jedi coming."