Empty Threats [Void Station Attack]

[Desmond C'artyom]

The Stormtroopers fought hard against the mechanical monstrosities, but alas they were ill trained for such fighting. While the war dogs numbers dwindled their fighting prowess did not and for every one dismantled at least 8 troopers died. The blood flowed freely in the hangar and body parts lay strewn everywhere like party decorations. Men lay broken as if they were discarded toys. The destruction was absolute. At least two and a half platoons had died fighting the invaders and their were still more fighting to be done. Things were looking grim for the Imperials. The enemy had taken its revenge ten fold on the troopers. Desmond could not help but wonder for what? Miss Blonde’s Vendetta had gone on long enough. It was time to end this senseless squabble and see if peace could be made.

The Chiss had practically spit in the woman's eye the last time they had met. Hopefully she would be willing to look past that and see the brighter future. Desmond placed a hand to his comms “Lieutenant, order a retreat of the remaining troopers from the hangar. Seal the blast doors behind the last man,” He finished grimly. He watched as the troops made a tactical withdrawal from the area. A squad remained in the doorway providing cover fire while the rest attempted to make it to the safe haven beyond. As the last trooper entered the confines of the corridors beyond, the blast doors began to close slowly behind him. Now all that was left to do was hail Miss Blonde.

Using his old contacts within the underworld Desmond gained access to the Dark net. He hijacked a set frequency that played on a relatively well known channel. Some people out there would be missing their pirated movie, but Desmond had to get the word out. “Miss Blonde, I am willing to turn myself over personally to you in exchange for the attacks to cease. I will act as mediator between yourself and the Imperial Remnant until an accord can be reached and I will be the first to apologize for the senseless slaughters that have been born from this conflict,” Des finished solemnly. If Miss Blonde refused Des’s attempts at peace or she simply did not get the message then their was always plan B and if plan B did not work there was always plan C. Des hoped it would not come to either…

“Cease fire lads. I’m going down there,” Desmond’s squad saluted smartly, but remained in position. Des attached a D-ring and repel line to a nearby terminal. He walked to the edge of the control room and stared out at the drop that led to the hangar below. He grabbed hold of the rope and slowly began to make his descent downwards.

[member="Asharad Graush"]
[member="Cody Bantam"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Erin Thranost"]
[member="Yula Knezevic"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Commodore," Carlyle's communicator beeped, "Sir, we are coming onto the scene of the battle in approximately ten." The communicator buzzed, "We request your presence aboard the bridge." Carlyle nodded, as if someone was there, and finished the sentence of his report. It wouldn't be sent to Dosuun now, but it would be when the fleet reemerged into real space.

"Understood," Carlyle drily replied, "I will be on the bridge in a good five." The Commodore sat up from his terminal, and locked it down, before exiting the communications suite. The halls of the Malice were filled with officers, technicians and stormtroopers moving to battle positions. Carlyle personally questioned the need for such a garrison aboard his ship. Already he could hear the autoblasters charging as they were readied to destroy any personnel that dared step aboard the ship.

The Malice was unlike many other ships of the First Order in that respect. Of course, the topic of boarders had been brought up all the time. It did happen. But not usually to the group who had the biggest ship. Ninety nine point six percent of the time, the First Order were the boarders of pirate vessels. But the inner paranoia of Rausgeber proved too much. In order to deter raiders, particularly armed ones, Carlyle ordered the installation of hundreds of autoblasters, as well as specialised tungstoid doors and walls in the reactor, hyperdrive, engine and other systems. That, along with retracting bulwarks, choke points made the ship, at least in theory, nigh impregnable.

The Commodore walked to the nearest turbolift point, a dozen technicians swarmed out, running to their stations. Carlyle entered the turbolift, and entered the access code for the bridge. There was a short wait before the lift opened again on the command bridge. Carlyle exited, and looked around. The bridge was ordered chaos. Officers moving to their stations, announcing procedural increments in readiness for their stations. Carlyle continued to walk through the ship, until he reached the command centre. The quintessential point of where the First Order fought its battles. Standing on the centre plank, Captain Bragge was demanding reports. "Gunner readiness?" He asked.

"All batteries primed and readied sir." The Ordinance Officer reported.

"Commander on deck!" The Signals Officer barked. The whole bridge froze, and watched as Carlyle entered the bridge. The Commodore waved them off, a simple gesture to tell them to get back to it.

Bragge turned to face his superior, "Commodore, you're late." He said with a bemused smile, before turning to business. "We are at eighty six percent readiness."

"How long till we arrive?" Carlyle asked, he was slightly amused at the Captain's quip.

"Two minutes and closing." Bragge replied.

"You have done well Captain, it is now time to show the Galaxy, the power of the First Order." Carlyle said, starring out as millions of stars passed by the viewport in an instant.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Asharad Graush"] | [member="Cody Bantam"] | [member="James Justice"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Thraxis"] |

 

[HK-36]

Meanwhile,
Aboard Stealth Transport The Knight Of The Eclipse,


HK was kneeling in silence aboard his stealth transport in a traditional meditative position as his Greycloak copy-guards moved and fussed about him, placing the chitinous armored plates of his outer Vong-borne biot and making sure they were arranged properly like an ancient blackened suit of platemail. Minutes crawled by as HK and his gang neared closer to their destination, it seemed that lately he was following the exploits of Blonde and her lackey's like a vulture gliding along trail of carrion, feasting both on her forces and their victims.

Another day, another hunt, but was this time around HK going to try and play both sides of the conflict or for once align with one of the sides? He was going to try and play both sides since he thought that pretty much involved in the conflict was a huge jerk, from Blonde who still had that bounty on him and HK was very much planning on cramming a crumpled up poster of it down her throat, Thraxis who still owed HK that duel from sparing his life on Atrisia instead of hunting him down, right down to Graf who proclaimed himself an Emperor yet the machine saw him get punched in public and chose not to do anything about it.

For now the machine would remain cloaked and hidden, as he tended to do at beginning of conflict with little to no allies to call on him. Besides, his minions did not finish setting up his armor properly, he couldn't just go out there in a half-set crooked armor like some sort of a jabroni. If he was going to try and fight pretty much everyone involved he might as well look good while doing it.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Having received the Chiss' message on one of her burners, Miss Blonde promptly took the device and smashed it into tiny pieces. Anything that might remotely be tracked had to be destroyed, but that wasn't her answer to Desmond. She had seen enough, she didn't want anyone else to have to die over the ruse she put up for everyone. But Abyss was right, she needed to be strong right now. She needed to put on the mask and pretend she was proud to wear it. So the first message she sent was to her lover, to the man who was there for her without her even having to ask.

"My love, I need you to stand down for now. Desmond is standing down and wants peace. I'm willing to hear him out." Blonde said to Abyss and made sure her voice sounded a bit more stern despite there still being traces of sadness in it.

Back in the hanger though, the War Dogs were looking for a way to clear the hanger and push forward into the next part of the facility. One of said War Dogs had found a Stormtrooper still breathing and was about to swiftly finish him off. Not wanting to waste ammunition the droid flipped it's rifle around and prepared the blaster's butt-stock to cave the man's skull in. Desmond had a front row view to what was going to another brutal but efficient display of violence. But as the droid brought down the rifle, her voice rang out.

"ENOUGH!" Blonde's voice rang out of his vocalizers ordering the droid who ceased at the last moment, the stock only mere inches from the downed man's face.

The droids in the hanger stopped trying to find a way in and instead backed away from the doors fell back to meet with the Chiss coming to see them. Blonde didn't want anymore violence, she wanted this to end and to just proceed with life. When the Chiss would hit the ground, the lead droid approached him and spoke in Blonde's voice.

"Okay. I know your boss won't listen to any negotiations we make. But we can try. I just want to try." Blonde said as the droids started to put away their weapons by slinging and lowering them.

"Come with us to the shuttles, we'll go to a undisclosed location and I'll meet you there. You'll be released after we speak. We should hurry." The War Dog would then point towards one of the docking ports where the shuttles were.

"We'll need you to strip once aboard. Let's go." Blonde would then change up frequencies and address everyone on an open signal. So mustering up what confidence she had, the woman made it sound as if she wasn't hurting more than usual.

"Everyone stand down. A high ranking Imperial and I have entered talks to end the conflict, prepare to leave upon successful exfiltration with him. You will all still be paid for your presence and will be compensated for any losses you might of sustained." That would hopefully be the end of it.

The War Dogs then turned their backs and headed towards the shuttle. One by one they would enter with a party of ten remaining outside in case the remnant tried something.

War Dogs: 20

[member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Even with Miss Blonde's orders for the attack to stand down, she still seemed to wanted have her defenses ready just in case. The rag tag fleet had received orders to charge up and get ready to jump in at a moments notice. The droid crews we all at their action stations while the few flesh and blood officers looked around nervously at Cody.

"Why are weapon system being armed? I thought this was just a drop off mission."

"Force, you can't be that green kid," Cody admonished. "We got paid to do a job and for feths sake we will do it. Now grow a pair and patch me through on short range coded to the navigators on the other ships."

As the green horn did as his commander requested Cody l let up a smoke and walked over to the comm station.

"Navigators, looks like we are jumping into a hot LZ. Now my orders also include not only delivering these ships but keeping you safe. Long story short, follow orders but if things go south get your kin to the escape pods and get the feth out. No heroics, no going down with the ship, this is a milk run not a last stand. Stay sharp and be ready to jump out, I have a feeling we will be getting our final orders shortly.

Fleet Composition:
(9) GR-125 M1 "Gun'oi" - "Long Death"
(12) GR-105 "Cru'sis" armed Transport
each with one squadron of Gallofree "Freetaa Dos" (Death wish) Fighters
(6) "Kiyiy" Model GR-75 Medium Transport - Carrying full holds of proximity mines

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Klesta]

Allies: [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Butch Mahan"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Baron Morcus"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Thraxis"]
People of suspicion: [member="HK-36"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Asharad Graush"]

"Reverting in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Daisy told her fellow wingmen, now a little more rested.

"Engage cloaking devices until support arrives: I have the feeling that we can't fight these pirates unsupported. Assume attack pattern beta on my command. Keep it tight"

Yula was the forward force of what would register as Commonwealth forces if Julie's fleet arrived on scene; all ten fighters are now cloaked. Will the pirates be able to detect these cloaked fighters? She couldn't tell. For the time being though, Daisy was assumed to be a better dogfighter than Pixie, for whom her idea of piloting was to do strafing/bombing runs. Yet Yula, while having personally trained only these two pilots, knew that everyone else were unknown quantities due to them being fresh recruits all the same as Pixie/Daisy. However, Attack Pattern Beta is a tactic used for centuries; it seemed to be mostly for engaging larger vehicles than their own craft from what Yula learned about it. Are they to fight a capital ship? Or would these pirates try to fight with She would think fancy flying would be required to make an enemy lose a heavy concussion missile: unlike these proton rockets, heavy concussion missiles have largely similar maneuverability and speed characteristics compared to the standard 127mm ST2 concussion missiles.

"Commodore Jutland, stand ready to reinforce our positions in the area"

"Don't worry, Sith Hunter Squadron: sensor data feeds are sent back to me from you"

Attack craft:

Spoiler

10 Yutan-class stealth fighter/bombers (under cloak)

 

[Taa Nul]

Bloodshed. Bloodshed had been brought to Void Station. Long had it been the private headquarters of Baron Morcus and his private army, and more recently, the headquarters of the Remnant's Inquisitorius and other special forces divisions. While regular Stormtroopers kept a wary vigil on things after the battle grew to a pause, the Baron arrived from his private quarters to personally deal with the situation, accompanied by several of his Inquisitors. As he met with the officer commanding the troops who'd set up defensive positions around the breached area, he spoke. ''Keep them contained for now. If Desmond's negotiations fail, I will deal with these rebel scum personally....''

Meanwhile, the station had been quickly put into high alert after the initial attack. The few thousand Shadow Stormtroopers that composed part of the special forces garrison aboard the station had quickly mobilised, manning security checkpoints and sweeping the halls for other intruders. Within the station command centre, one of the officers on duty quickly contacted the Baron. ''My lord, we're detecting several ships arriving through hyperspace. They arn't Imperial vessels......'', the officer said nervously. ''Send a priority black signal to all nearby Imperial fleets. I will not let this mysterious new party take advantage of our current predicament. Void Station belongs to ME, and I will die before I see it taken or fall.''

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Se-soVdlclQ

[member="Yula Knezevic"]
[member="Cody Bantam"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="HK-36"]
[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Butch Mahan"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Erin Thranost"]
[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Cody Bantam"]
[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"I want to be there when you talk. He is responsible for the death of my soldiers and my people. Also it is possible that he stole from me. See you soon."

With a swing of his blade he he redirected another shoot fired at them, while speaking to [member="Miss Blonde"]. Abyss made a sign with his left hand, and in an instant he and his men stopped in their push forward through the station. The life support system had been the target that he would've aimed for should the remnant remain stubborn. Now with the Chiss surrendering it wasn't important to leave the Void station wrecked. Instead it was time to retreat, and with the blueprints he got from [member="James Justice"] it would be easy to make and exit.

On a second sign with his left, two smoke grenades danced through the air, landing between his group and the enemy. The second the smoke emerged in the space station, Abyss and his men fell in a full on sprint, making their way to the nearest entrance into the ventilation network. They had to be quick, soon to smoke would fade, and if someone caught the sight of them entering an air vent they needed a new escape plan.

With the tip of his blade the sith lord melted the bars that divided them from the network of tunnels behind them open, keeping it from falling down with a telekinetic grip. In double time his man climbed into it, until the finally reached for the sith lord and dragged him, while his focus rested on keeping the metal from falling to the groud. Once inside he reactivated his saber and welded it back into its place with the heat of his weapon.

If no one saw them, than getting out would be a cakewalk. Crawling deeper inside the tunnles, Abyss reviewed the map of the network on his comm, planning out their next move. He aimed for a short part of ventilation system that was on the back side of station, a place where the hull was comparably thin. It would take him a few minutes to get there, so he called in the plasma class interceptor to wait just a jump away from that location.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Butch Mahan"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond dropped to the floor below with a thud. The ground was littered with bodies and a thin pool of blood had begun to seep around the hangar. Des was careful to not get any blood on his boots. He hated the stuff, and in all honesty it made him sick. It was one of the reasons he had gotten so many cybernetic replacements. So, he wouldn't have so much of it. He hoped the little blood he had left wouldn't be joining the tide below.

The Chiss was beginning to worry Miss Blonde did not receive his message. Especially when he noticed a war droid about to smash a wounded troopers head in, but the droid stopped mid swing as a voice rang out from its vocabulator. “Enough!” Desmond’s legs nearly buckled. He was sure he was going to die. Cold sweats ran down his spine, but now things seemed to be looking different.

The droids lowered their weapons and beckoned the Chiss to their shuttle. They walked the blood soaked length to the ship and Des watched as the ramp descended. He boarded the vessel followed by the droids. Once inside they led him to small room “Strip,” the droid said in its monotonous voice. “I knew Miss Blonde just wanted to see me naked,” Des whispered under his breath as he began taking off his clothes. The droid proceeded to pat Desmond multiple times in uncomfortable places, then, it happened…

“Bend over and cough once please,” The droid demanded.

“OI, YOU CHEEKY BUGGER. YOU BETTER BUY ME DINNER FIRST,” Des shouted at the droids last commands.

With that all finished Desmond exited the room a new man. Albeit war dogs now frightened him for a whole new reason, but what was done was done. He donned his cloak and paced the vessel impatiently. Where is Miss Blonde taking me Desmond wondered continuously.

[member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was over. At least it was for Miss Blonde, momentarily she'd pull the bounty and end the violence here. Hopefully this would lead to an end all around and Imperials and Criminals could just agree to stay on their respected turfs. They both knew what the other was capable of, the bodies and dismantled droids laid across the hanger floor was enough to prove that. Blonde didn't want anymore death, she never wanted this in the first place. But of course appearances needed to be kept, in the criminal underworld if you showed weakness then that was blood in the water. When someone hit you, you hit them back twice as hard. That was just how things worked, despite how much Blonde might of disliked it.

But once Desmond was finished with the War Dogs borderline molestation of his persons, they were loaded onto their shuttle and quickly detached from the station. The two shuttles quickly punched in their hyperspace coordinated and left Void Station, and in their wake presumably dozens of stormtroopers and personnel had suffered or died from their actions. And as the shuttles pushed away into the stars of hyperspace, one of the droids spoke before lightspeed cut off their comms.

"I'm sorry." And then it was static.

With the two shuttles gone, it was time for everyone else to make their way out. The attack was over for Blonde and she would enter talks with the Remnant to end the fighting. Hopefully the bosses up high would listen and would allow diplomacy to take over rather than continue attacks like this one. Because despite how much Blonde may not of liked this, no matter how much it hurt her, she'd keep fighting until the bitter end and waste entire populations along the way.

"It's over. Everyone go home."

To Be Continued

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Butch Mahan"] [member="Erin Thranost"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="James Justice"]

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM1vU-jFivE

"And emergence, now!" Bragge announced, as the fleet reemerged out of lightspeed. The first ship to arrive was the Malice, an imposing ship bristling with turbolaser batteries. But it was not alone. Within seconds the imperial-x star destroyers Menace, Riot and Regulation deployed with their anti-fighter escorts. Carlyle scanned the space around the station, there wasn't much going on, perhaps the fleet had arrived too slow?

Carlyle turned to the rest of the bridge, "Sensors, I need a report."

"Our scanners have picked up multiple vessels in the area sir. Mostly fighters and small freighters." The Scanning Officer reported.

"So we're perhaps the first responders?" Carlyle mused, he looked out at space, "Signals, are our relays online?" He asked.

"All are online now." The Signals Officer reported.

"Send a broadcast on open channels, we're going to ask questions before we shoot." Carlyle said, "Prepare a recording." Carlyle ordered, stepping towards the middle of the bridge. He was then bathed in blue light as the Signals Officer prepared to record Carlyle.

"And we're ready now." Signals said.

"Ships of this sector, I am Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Order. Lay down your arms and submit to inspection." Carlyle barked, he cut a stern figure with his uniform and expression, "Lay down your arms, or you will face the consequences." He repeated, "There will be a five minute grace period, but after that period, I will personally authorise the destruction of your ships." Carlyle then nodded to the Signals Officer who in turn ended the transmission. [SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

"Train all guns on the vessels in this sector, and be prepared to blast them to hell." Carlyle barked, "All guns trained, and shields up, I don't particularly know what to expect out here." He commanded, "And have the TIE's ready at their stations."

"Yes Commodore." Bragge replied.

"Now we wait, and see the enemies next move." Carlyle said, peering out of the viewport.
[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

[member="Baron Morcus"] |[member="Cody Bantam"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="James Justice"] | @@Desmond C'artyom | [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]

Void Station belonged to the Imperial Remnant. Therefore, RNS Jamillia and her escorts - four flak corvettes, four patrol corvettes, and a light carrier - exited hyperspace half a light-year from the station, just barely beyond presumable Remnant territory.

Crossing that line would be an act of war. If long-range scans were any indication, the First Order didn't appear to care.

Naboo sensor ships had been monitoring this area recently, in circumstances involving a trip to Monastery. By chance, they'd picked up four Star Destroyers at extreme range. After hurried consultations with the home office, they'd followed.

One of the Jamillia's RASP launchers dispensed four small SUREC probes, which leaped to hyperspace bound for Void Station.

 

[Klesta]

"Poodoo: two shuttles just made their jump out of the system" Daisy told her wingmen.

"The pirates got away? There were Sith onboard, Porkins!"

"Ships of this sector, I am Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Order. Lay down your arms and submit to inspection." Carlyle barked, he cut a stern figure with his uniform and expression, "Lay down your arms, or you will face the consequences." He repeated, "There will be a five minute grace period, but after that period, I will personally authorise the destruction of your ships." Carlyle then nodded to the Signals Officer who in turn ended the transmission.

"All craft, power down your weapons, lower your shields, de-cloak" she ordered her fellow wingmen. Yula took the time to answer while responding to [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] and decloaking. "This is Yula Knezevic, commander of Sith Hunter Squadron. We were on the hunt for Sith pirates, but it appears that they just got away"

Another mission that was botched: I'm a little disappointed. Part of me wanted to fight those Sith pirates, but I guess, this will have to wait, she thought. This mission made her really angry from the inside, and she feels that the Force wasn't with her this time around, but since the Commonwealth were allies of the First Order, she'd at least try to show them some goodwill. If there was anyone - anyone! - involved in this mess that would believe that Sith pilots actually were a thing, it was the First Order: the Sith Order had almost no airpower to speak of, hence why Pixie thought that fighting the Sith Order as a fighter pilot was mostly a question of air-to-ground attack, that is, strafing or bombing runs. If everything these pilots heard about the relationship the Sith Order had with airpower was correct, the Sith Order would need to deploy at least three squadrons to have a chance to defeat Sith Hunter Squadron.

Spoiler

10 Yutan-class stealth fighter/bombers (under cloak)

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Butch Mahan"] [member="Asharad Graush"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Baron Morcus"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

The Silencer, a Conqueror-class Star Destroyer, appeared out of hyperspace flanked by two Victory IV-class Star Destroyers moments after the large First Order fleet arrived, on the far side of the Station opposite to the false Imperials. Then the system-wide transmission came in; "Ships of this sector, I am Commodore Carlyle Rausgeber of the First Order. Lay down your arms and submit to inspection. Lay down your arms, or you will face the consequences. There will be a five minute grace period, but after that period, I will personally authorize the destruction of your ships.".

Furious would've been an understatement for Director Caalgen when his auditory sense were assaulted by this abomination. How dare these Farce Order fools declare that their ships in their territory submit to an 'inspection', threatening destruction! Who did they think they were? "Charge all reactors! Prepare to fire the weapon!" Caalgen ordered, as the bridge crew looked at him questioningly. "Reactors 1 through 5 charging, Sir." An ensign reported, and with a sharp nod, the Director ordered a channel to be opened to the Farce Order scum.

"Commodore Rausgeber, this is Director Travis Caalgen of the Imperial Remnant. You are encroaching on our territories and harassing our vessels, an act of visible war, leave now or be destroyed." The middle-aged man spat, leering out of the viewport at the distant enemy fleet. That Resurgent-class Star Destroyer would make the perfect target, but targeting one of the Imperial X-classes would visibly shake the Commodore should the situation turn violent.

[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] | [member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Baron Morcus"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"] | [member="Ajira Cardei"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

"We are getting signals of two fleets approaching the station. And it looks like only one of them belongs to the remnant. Wait I patch the message through to our comms.'

The words echoed through the metal tunnel Abyss and his crew were in the process of crawling through, slowly coming closer to their exit point. They could simply leave now, but this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up on. The sith considered his options for a bit, before he made his final decision. After fiddling with his comm for a second, he established a connection to [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"]:

"Commodore Rausgeber, this is Prophet. I speak with the authority of the free, independent cities of Malachor V. This operation was a retaliation strike, provoked by a civil massacre caused by the Imperial Remnant on Malachor a few days ago."

He allowed that message to sink in for a second. The first order wasn't known to be very civilian friendly either, but at least they made an effort to keep it at a minimum.

"I have placed several remote controlled explosives on the east side of the Void station, and I will proceed to place additional ones throughout the ventilation system. Transmitting codes now. Make good use of them. Prophet out."

Now that this was dealt with, it was time to make an exit. His demolition experts began to leave a trail of left over explosives behind them, while making their way to the extraction point. The ship should be in position now. After roughly another minute of crawling through a confined space, a small bleep of his comm indicated that they had reached their target location. Abyss began to count down from five with his left hand while his right reached for his saber. On two, he and each of his men activated the energy shields they had used to enter the station in the first place, allowing them to survive in space for a short period of time.

When the red blade ripped a new hole into the space station, he and his crew were pulled out by the air that was dissolving into the vast emptiness of space. With another press on his comm, the stealth ship opened up, revealed for just a few seconds, before they all managed to get on board. Then it disappeared from sight once more, allowing them to watch the spectacle that was about to unfold in front of their eyes.

[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Yula Knezevic"] [member="Baron Morcus"] [member="Cody Bantam"] [member="Butch Mahan"]

 

[Klesta]

"Poodoo is getting real, we have a five-minute grace period to leave. I'm not going to drag the Commonwealth into a conflict that we didn't come here for. All craft, return back to ship!"

With that said, Yula plots a course back to Julie's position, about a few dozen light-years or so out of Imperial Remnant territory. But Sith Hunter Squadron was out of range to act based on the blip on the sensors that showed that a ship decloaked near Void Station itself. Knowing that siding with the First Order would invite attacks by the Galactic Alliance, something that tje Commonwealth did not need at this time, it was the best decision she could ever take. They might owe the First Order one, but then she had to face the consequences of such a failed sortie. These fething motherkarkers drove my unit's morale even lower: the circumstances forced us to undertake yet one more failed sortie, she thought. Daisy didn't have an occasion to actually show what they've got, and Pixie, no more than her wingmen actually had the chance to actually fight Sith or any other kind of villains. And so the Commonwealth withdrew from the scene...

Attack craft:

Spoiler

10 Yutan-class stealth fighter/bombers (under cloak)

------- END OF YULA'S STORY (do not tag me past this point) ------​

 

[RIP Carlyle Rausgeber]

"Commodore, we have Sith Hunters calling in sir, apparently just a squadron of them." Signals reported as the Malice and her escorts moved closer towards the Void Station. The resurgent, with her larger engines and half a reactors capacity sent to he engines, powered forward in the lead, followed closely by the imperial-x's. The four destroyers were closing in on the Void Station. Inside the hangars, stormtroopers along with TIE pilots readied themselves in the possible need to board, and then destroy enemy combatants.

"Order them to dock," Bragge said, "We cannot be sure of their intentions, they need to be vetted, just like the rest of them."

"Yes, you're correct, order them to the starboard hangar, and prepare inspection teams for their ships." Carlyle said, agreeing with his subordinate.

"Commodore, we have just recieved another transmission, from a man calling himself Prophet." The Signals Officer reported, "He's addressing you.".

"Great, more religious sorts." Carlyle said with a playful roll of his eyes. "Play it aloud." Although initially amused, Carlyle's eyes narrowed as he listened to Darth Abyss' ramblings. Terrorist scum. Sowing death and disorder across the Galaxy. This was no way to properly operate. Perhaps there had been a massacre on Malachor V. But that did not excuse the massacring of possible civilians and innocents in retalation. Law and order were the ways of Carlyle, and that was how he operated. Not this fiendish action.

"Commodore, we have just received codes for several explosive devices." Signals reported.

"And we have a stealth ship that has just appeared on our scopes." Scaning reported.

"Hold onto that magnetic signature, and track it." Bragge ordered.

Carlyle stood aghast, astounding that this had happened, "Hold onto them, we'll need to find some form of authority to-"

"Sir, three ships just out of lightspeed," Scanning reported, "All three are star destroyers."

"What is this?" Carlyle asked, "Reinforcements?"

"No sir," Scanning replied, "It appears to be, something called the Imperial Remnant."

"Imperial Remnant?" Carlyle scoffed, half amused, "What sort of organisation calls themselves that? What sort of Empire are they a remnant of?" He added.

"They've just broadcasted, a signal, addressed at you again." Signals reported.

"Play it aloud." Carlyle said, "Let's see what this Remnant represents." He added with a wry smile. Carlyle listened to the frustration of the Director with slight amusement. It just seemed so over the top to be true. "Are you hearing this?" Carlyle asked, chuckling, "This is ridiculous."

However, the Scanning Officer rained on their parade, "Commodore, we've just done a scan of their ships, we're detecting an energy surge, possibly a hypervelocity cannon powering up."

Carlyle then saw the mans diatribe as a little less funny in that moment. "Open up a signal to this man," Carlyle barked, "I need to speak to him personally."

"Understood Commodore," Signals replied, "We are live."

Carlyle stepped forward, attired in his Krennic replica uniform, "Director Caalgen, on behalf of the First Order, we apologies for having at all intruded into your territory. We heard there was an attack on this station, and being positioned nearby, we believed that we had an obligation to assist civilians under attack." Carlyle paused, "The terrorists have attempted to incorporate us into their plans. They even transmitted codes of explosive devices to us." Carlyle added, "We are currently tracking their magnetic signature," he added curtly, "So there is no need for any form of conflict here."

[OOC: So Abyss the Sith, you sent bomb codes to Carlyle? Or was that to your cohorts? I'll happily edit if I messed up.]

[member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Travis Caalgen"] | [member="Yula Knezevic"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] [member="Cody Bantam"] @Count Morcus

Four Naboo-flagged SUREC sensor probes dropped out of hyperspace around Void Station. Their reversion positions put some within easy striking range of each fleet. As one, the tiny probes began to scan the area and transmit their findings elsewhere via quantum comms. SUREC probes weren't designed to get in-depth sensor data. Their purpose was to locate enemy forces and evaluate them in broad terms. The Star Destroyers and that charging main weapon gave them plenty to evaluate.

Half a light-year away, in real time, Ajira watched and did her level best to quell her nerves. Something about this situation didn't feel right, not remotely. Too many things didn't add up: the presence of the First Order so far from their territory; their actions; the size and sophistication of the Imperial Remnant response. She tasked numerous analysts to monitor the data with her.

 

[Butch Mahan]

Mahan sat quietly, working on a mobile computer set upon his desk, only the sound of the storm outside his window keeping from complete silence. The ten meter tall transparent apparatus stood menacingly behind his desk, illuminating whenever a flash of lightning struck the watery surface. The Grand Admiral was dressed in his imperial gray issue, the only identification of his rank apparent in his rank bar sitting atop his left breast, the Duro refusing to wear the pompous white uniform and pretentious epaulets. Currently he was working on cutting fuel costs on all Imperial Navy bases, part of the mundane elements to being Grand Admiral, overseer of the entire Imperial Navy. His proposal still needed some basic proofreading and fact checking, but he was finished with his final draft. Reveling in his work, Mahan was interrupted by an alarmed Lieutenant, dashing into his twenty meter long office, covering nearly half of the level it was situated on.

Stopping only two meters in front of the desk, the lieutenant saluted, "Sir, a First Order battle group has illegally violated our claimed territory, specifically in orbit of Void Station. They are demanding all forces stand down for inspection or be destroyed, specifically Remnant vessels."

Mahan nodded, "I will dispatch Admiral-"

The lieutenant interrupted him, "The Emperor is requesting you lead a fleet personally, and rendezvous with his own complement in order."

Mahan sighed in discontent, he had more pressing matters than a simple incursion that could more than aptly be handled by any Admiral in the fleet, but of course the foul emperor would force Mahan's hand once again, "Inform the Emperor my fleet is enroute." The soldier made a short bow, and left his office. Immediately, Mahan pressed a button on the console built into his desk, he spoke authoritatively, "Muster a fleet, and prepare my shuttle for departure." Financial management would have to wait.

Location: Kamino
Fleet:
Ix Allegiance
IVx Tyrant
Ix Interdictor
IIx Broadside
IVx Arquiten

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

"Wait what, go home? Is she serious? We got our payments in advance right?" A young office asked.

Cody staired out an observation window as he thought. Bloody wierd set up here, blood wierd.

"Tell everyone to hold tight and stay on ready alert. I have a feeling we may be needed here. Just got open communication about terrorists about to bomb a station, if Miss Blonde doesn't want these ships at least we may be able to put them to some humanitarian works."

[member="Butch Mahan"] love the honesty
[member="Carlyle Rausgeber"] / [member="Darth Abyss"] / [member="Travis Caalgen"]