Exsibilation | The Sovereignty Invasion of Galactic Empire held Zenith Prime Hex

[Zedd Harkor]

Lord Admiral Zedd Harkor
Location: Hyperspace → Orbit of Zenith Prime
Team: Naval Engagement (Space)​

Allies: [member="Tylane of Isobe"]​

Enemies: [member="Krieg Merriden"] (Directly Engaging)​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joO3jyU67TI​

“Lord Admiral, sir!”, exclaimed a navigations officer, from his terminal, to catch Zedd’s attention; “We’re picking up multiple unknown hyperspace signatures.”. The exclamation caught just about everyone in the bridge’s attention.

“Right on time.”, responded Harkor, in a somewhat arrogant tone of voice, confident in his deliberations and measurements; he took a paced walk around the bridge; “Give me a fleet count and size estimation, based on the number of hyperspace signatures and the amount of power they’re generating.”

“Right away, Lord Admiral sir. Stand by.”, responded the navigations officer. There was a prolonged silence as the navigations officer began to squint at the terminal, leaning over into the dashboard. He was in disbelief at what the hyperspace signatures were implying. His posturing caught the attention of Harkor, who neared him at a walking pace slightly; “Sir. We’re picking up the signatures of more than an entire fleet, sir; we’re reading the size of five capital ships, and 14 lesser sized ships.”

“Hmph.”, Harkor grumbled. He was deliberating. Contemplating. Considering. He had to decide what to do next. He held a tightly clenched fist tucked under his chin, gripped so heavily with the implications of a mind entranced in heavy thought. A fleet. of this size, to respond this fast, was incredibly unlikely, and on the drawing board, shouldn’t have happened at all. This might’ve been a military anomaly, given the Sovereignty’s acute plan of attack – or worse yet – there might’ve been a leak in ONI. Even further so, the bulk of the Imperial Fleet hadn’t even arrived yet. Decisions needed to be made.

Amid his trance of thought, he was interrupted, as a communications officer exclaimed from across the bridge, looking to reach the attention of the Lord Admiral; “Lord Admiral, sir.”, spoke up the communications officer; “We’ve received a ping from the allied Republic Remnant Fleet, notifying us of their presence. They’re scrambling their fighters for patrol operations and are primed for combat.”

Harkor had turned to face the communications officer. “Good, good. Keep in close contact.”, replied Harkor, still in his array of immense thought. Harkor made his way back up to the mounted portion of the bridge, to regain the stature of his podium. After arriving, he looked back down to the Second In-Command of his ship, a Commodore. “Send a subspace transmission to the rest of the Task Group.”, the Commodore nodded; “The entire Task Group, sir?”, inquired the Commodore; Harkor’s face turned shriveled, anger-fueled, filled with a determination of exhaustive expressiveness, to see this operation carried out in a matter-of-fact fashion. He responded promptly; “I want all of them, Commodore! ALL OF THEM!”, exclaimed Harkor, in an exaggerated fashion. He had originally planned something else for the remainder of the Task Group, to assign them occupational duty over the orbit of Zenith Prime when the heated portion of the fighting was over. Alas, battle plans, as a general rule of thumb, are typically to fall through, either through clear as day reasons, or by some miraculous means. The Commodore hurried along, quickly saluting, before he began to issue an array of orders to the communications officers; “This is going to be a brawl, Commodore – and a brawl I don’t intend to lose!”

After an array of orders were issued to the communications officers, and the communications officer sent out a variety of protocolized radio jargon through the lanes of hyperspace, a variety of Sovereign Myrmidon-class Star Destroyers apart of Task Group 111, originally tasked for another means, exited from hyperspace, and converged among their fellow fleet of ships. The three star destroyers found their place in the battle line, guarding the main line, the battlecruiser and the carrier, found themselves at the flanks of both, as the Arbitrator-class heavy battlecruiser came first, and the Adviser-class carrier came second in line in the main line. Meanwhile, the four Obtruder-class Medium Cruisers repositioned, and found themselves at the flanks of each sides of the star destroyers. As this happened, the fleet of Kreig Merriden had pulled in.

Lest before long, hunting season for the Sovereign Fleet went from closed to open season in about five short seconds, as Harkor gave the order to his capital ships to engage the capital-sized Galactic Empire vessels headed by [member="Krieg Merriden"] that brought up the rear of the patrol fleet with an outstanding amount of long-range fire, especially by that of the Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser. However, through the suppressive blanket of their overwhelming capital ship fire, one of their targets of concentrated fire power was the Auxilia-class Long Range Star Destroyer, which possessed notoriously minimal defenses systems to survive a concentrated plan of firepower. Meanwhile, the escort fleet, consisting of the four Obtruder-class Medium Cruisers and the Bedlam-class Assault Frigate, supplemented this by providing long-range firepower against the escort frigates to hinder their advance, if they so chose to act in such a way. Starfighters and squadrons scrambled from out of the Adviser-class Carrier. Meanwhile, the gravity wells aboard the Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser reverberated to life, the corresponding effect would hinder any surrounding vessels to be unable to perform any hyperspace maneuvers. The Invasion of Zenith Prime was now in full swing, as the stars did battle in the far atmosphere above Zenith Prime.

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Spoiler: Task Force Zerek

Task Force Zerek:

Task Group 111:
Task Force & Task Group 111 Commander: Lord Admiral Zedd Harkor
Location: Zenith Prime
Fleet:
Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser - SNV Amalgamation
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Adviser-Class Carrier - SNV Godfather -
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Militancy
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Undisputed
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Myrmidon-class Star Destroyer - SNV Solidarity
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Obtruder-class Medium Cruiser
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100
Bedlam-Class Assault Frigate
Shields: 100/100 | Hull: 100/100

Task Group 112:
Task Group 112 Commander: Admiral Caine D. Slarr
Location: Hyperspace/Zenith Prime
Fleet:
TBA

Task Group 113:
Task Group 113 Commander: Vice Admiral NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
-

Task Group 114:
Task Group 114 Commander: Rear Admiral NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
-

Task Group 115:
Task Group 115 Commander: Commodore NPC
Location: Sector/Away From Zenith Prime
Status: Providing Theatre Support
Fleet:
-

Independent Naval Contractors:

Alexandera Feanor
Location: Variable
Fleet:
TBA

Alexzander Miles
Location: Variable
Fleet:
TBA

Tylane of Isobe
Location: Variable
Fleet:
Flagship: RNV Reparate Hope
Hull: 100/100 | Shield: 100/100
2 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Dawn Breaker
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Havoc's Hammer
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Billet-class Cruiser: RNV Herald
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
6 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Solace
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Staccato
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Rapscallion
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Spoiler: Actions

- Revealed Extra Task Group 111 Units.
- Converged units into new battle line.
- Capital Ships opening a volley of 'blanket fire' onto the entirety of Merriden's Fleet, and utilizing the blanket/shroud of firepower to deliberately try and assault and destroy the Auxilia-class Long Range Star Destroyer with an additive of destructive power from the Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser (SNV Amalgamation).
- Fighters scrambled from Adviser-class Carrier (SNV Godfather), performing evasive maneuvers.
- Obtruder-class Medium Cruisers and Bedlam-class Assault Frigate engage Imperial fleet picket vessels/escort frigates in long-range fire.
- Gravity wells activated on Arbitrator-class Heavy Battlecruiser (Halts Any Hyperspace Maneuvers)
Extra OOC Notes: Elaborated on ship names and provided hull and shield fractions.

 

[Lemon]

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Allies: The Sovereignty​

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Adversaries: [member="Esmond Morcus"]​

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I had places to be.​

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Morcus took his licks and continued on, he was hurting but the resilience was admirable. It would almost be a shame to put him down for good. Almost. There was a statue here somewhere that quite literally had Fett's name on it, or what was once his name. Those that he called family for over a decade too, he had to see it and he had to destroy. Esmond Morcus, the clone of Lannis Morcus, was just another obstacle in the way preventing such a reunion - if you would even call it that.

As the Acolyte stood onto his feet the Bounty Hunter raised an arm once more. On the side of his gauntlet a small tube, rectangular in nature, started to grow hot. It was fire, of course. It launched itself out from the red-gauntlet and in the direction of Esmond. It would connect the two with a lethal amount of red-hot flames. The intention, of course, was to turn Esmond Morcus into a human inferno.

 

[Taa Nul]

Allies: The Inquisitorious
Enemies: [member="Varik Ice"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uD_EI7O9oY4​

The roar of a TIE fighter engine suddenly filled the air around Varik. From above, the Grand Inquisitor's TIE Advanced descended from the skies, Morcus himself stood atop it's hull with his cross-guarded lightsaber in hand and and ready. "Ahh, Inquisitor Varik. So good of you to grace us with your return.", he said sarcastically from atop his fighter. "Your betrayal of the Empire wounded me greatly. You had such promise. You could've been my successor as Grand Inquisitor, my equal. Yet it seems my hopes in you were misplaced, and now you must be dealt with..."

Morcus raised his free hand forward, unleashing a blast of force lightning at the mountain-side above Varik to bring part of the rock formation above down upon him, to distract him briefly while he proceeded to leap down onto the ledge a short distance away, turning to face Varik and igniting his lightsaber. "Come then. Let us see if any of the lessons I gave you have payed off...."

 

[Aeth Deschart]

Location: Zenith Prime Space
Allies: [member="Zedd Harkor"], The Sovereignty
Enemies: The Galactic Empire, [member="Krieg Merriden"]
Objective: Space Superiority

Reversions.

She saw them out the viewport before the scanner team even announced them. It was a massive force well beyond what would be considered normal in a combat engagement. Except this was the Empire and they relied on superior numbers to win engagements. In her studies she had found very few truly competent Imperial leaders. Thrawn, of course, had surpassed all of them, but they no longer had him. Even the First Order seemed to have largely rejected Chiss military strategy. Their loss was her gain as she saw it.

"Scan of the enemy fleet?" she asked the Lieutenant in charge.

"Our database indicates that they are mostly old Imperial Remnant vessels. Some of their models saw service in the Republic Navy when the Remnant joined us."

Old ships against new ones. A lesser Commander would assume superiority but she knew better. This was a difficult situation that they were in. Especially the case since the Imperial fleet was bearing down on them. But, they had the Sovereignty fleet on the other side of the enemy. A pincer.

"Helm ahead stop," she said before turning to the scanner team. "Of the known ships, how are their anti-statfighter capabilities?"

The scanner team got real busy for a few moments as the ships of the fleet slowed to a stop around them.

"They appear mediocre at best. They're designed for capital engagement," the Lieutenant replied after a few moments.

"All fighters, initiate slam procedure. Target the shield projectors of the destroyers and then initiate anti-fighter scramble. Helm, reverse full, guns target the lead ship. Long range to fire until the enemy enters effective maser range."

Outside of the ship the fighter craft moved in tandem. The ten squadrons of E90's were equipped with an engine that offered a temporary speed increase with a booster. All squadrons moved to activate their engines and speed across the gap between fleets, intending to catch the enemy with their pants down since they had failed to launch fighters and their lead craft were not made to counter Starfighters. The craft would undoubtedly get the jump on them, and with 240 torpedoes, mostly aimed at their shield projection towers, and with the Sovs firing on them from behind, this was not going to be good for them.

"Initiate shield rotation procedure. Keep the vehicles with the freshest shields to the front. Let's teach them how naval battle works."

Actions

Spoiler

1. Fleet stops and begin flying in reverse (much slower than going forward so the Imperial fleet will gain on them).
2. RNV Reparate Hope fires long range guns on lead ship.
3. Fighters initiate SLAM procedure, crossing the gap between fleets swiftly, and unload full salvo of torpedoes targeted at destroyer shield towers.

1st Fleet of the Republic

Spoiler

Flagship: RNV Reparate Hope
Hull: 100/100 | Shield: 100/100
2 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Dawn Breaker
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Cypress-class Hammerhead Cruiser: RNV Havoc's Hammer
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
1 Squadron of E90 E-Wings

Billet-class Cruiser: RNV Herald
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100
6 Squadrons of E90 E-Wings

Vencuyot-class Heavy Frigate: RNV Solace
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Staccato
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

Repentence-class Corvette: RNV Rapscallion
Hull: 100/100 | Shields: 100/100

 

[Slaask]

Allies​

AECO Team 12​

:: [member="Cynan Hague"] | [member="Sekhmet Sarang"] | [member="Cassus Stoma"] | [member="Vash Rico"]::​

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Adversaries​

Gorgon Squad & Allies​

:: [member="Isaac Stover"] | [member="Mark Hawkins"] | [member="DT-2319"] | [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] | [member="Nyx"] ::​

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BFG Division​

Rip and tear, until it is done.​

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The Trandoshan had been unusually quiet as the men and women of AECO Team Twelve moved across the landscape towards their objective. Despite being usually loudmouthed and willing to cause as much havoc as possible at every given moment, Slaask had at least been given the training and discipline needed to keep his tongue safely locked up behind that row of pure white teeth that looked as dangerous as any trash compactor, if not more so; it wasn't as if anyone who spared him a glance could actually see his face, more so the fact that the full body of the Trandoshan was covered in head to toe in the iconic operational armor of the AECO teams deployed by the Sovereignty, if not with some slight modifications. What truly made the hulking beast of a lizard scary was the fact that he hauled that heavy assault cannon around as if it was no significant feat to haul and carry such a weapon. Regardless, as the black-clad soldiers of Team Twelve continued to move towards the Defense Battery, now situated upon the outskirts of the target location, they simply needed to keep their heads down low and move close enough for their surprise attack, blow the battery and give the pilots in the air one less thing to be sweating underneath their helmets about.

If only it could have been that simple. And Slaask was pulling the worst job of all; rear guard.

The Trandoshan could think of nothing worse. Instead of being at the front and taking point, being the first to engage the enemy with glorious firepower and the laughter that would no doubt ensue, he was instead sat at the back, watching for anyone trying to sneak up on their rear. Sometimes, Slaask wished that he didn't have the ability to see in infrared, a racial trait of his kind, perhaps it would mean that people would stop asking him to watch out for things simply because he could see better than most when it came to what was rustling in the bushes behind them. Then again, being able to spot exactly what he had to tear to pieces with the heavy cannon in his hands more than made up for the boring tasks that it usually landed him. No adrenaline was gained from sneaking around, the true thrill came from fighting and everything associated. People always did say to be careful what you wish for and whilst many of those in Team Twelve started to duck as the blaster shot and the flares rang out. For Slaask? It was the best thing in the world.

A fight.

 

[Asher Malvern]

Objective: Engage enemy Fleet
Location: Zenith Prime, Space
​Allies: Galactic Empire
Enemies: Sovereign Dissidents, [member="Tylane of Isobe"] [member="Zedd Harkor"]

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​Krieg's metallic optics watched as their enemy became alerted to their presence. His composure was calm and collected, while the enemy held a better ability to maneuver and target his systems, his own fleet was superior in pure fire power. The Republic Fleet was Krieg's focus until a voice called over the deck of his ship. "Incoming! Sir, both the Sovereign and Republic fleet's have launched their fighters!"

​Immediately Krieg's heavy boot slammed down onto the deck, a raspy metallic growl escaping the imperial as he called out. "Do not just sit and watch, Lieutenant, halt the fleet and scramble our fighter squadrons!"

​"Scrambling fighters now, sir." The Deck officer announced, calling on the Fleet's full Starfighter compliment to deploy and engage the Republic fighters attempting to penetrate their lines. ]Even with the rabble of fighter combat going on right in front of the Imperial Fleet, Krieg was not phased as he stared at the Republic fleet.

​"Order our fleet to focus their firepower on the Republic's flagship! Have the rest of our ships pull back behind the destroyers and do the same." He ordered, aiming a finger at the Republic Command ship. The deck officer's exchanged looks before one of the women finally spoke up. "Sir.....we're being rallied by the Sovereign Fleet....should we not return fire....or maneuver? If we do not we will-." Krieg's faceplate stared into the woman until a large impact slammed into the bridge of the Iron Maiden, nearly forcing Krieg to a knee.

​"What was that?!" He demanded, looking to the targeting officer working below him. "The Republic Command ship sir, it's firing on us."

​"Fire!" Krieg screamed, clenching his hands into fists as he ordered the fleet to action.

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OOC:

Third Imperial Sector Patrol Fleet:

INV Iron Maiden - Flagship - Firing on Republic Command ship - Under Fire/Shields Holding

INV Resilience -Imperial IV- Class Star Destroyer - Firing on Republic Command ship - Shields

INV Masterful -Imperial IV- Class Star Destroyer - Firing on Republic Command ship

INV Scourge - Imperial IV- Class Star Destroyer - Firing on Republic Command ship

INV Dragon - Auxillia- Class Long Range Star Destroyer - Firing on Republic Command ship - Under Fire/Shields Threatened

4x Dreadnaught Class - MK II Heavy Cruiser - Firing on Republic Command ship - Moving behind Destroyers

10x Bulwark Class - Escort Frigates - Firing on Republic Command ship - Moving behind Destroyers




Fleet Movement:
Imperial Commander foolishly ignores proper battle procedure and orders all ships focus fire on Republic Command ship. TIE squadrons deployed to counter enemy bomber squadrons. Escort ships pulled back behind Capital vessels and out of Sovereign range. INV Iron Maiden shields take damage from Republic Command ship, INV Dragon takes critical hit, threatening shield integrity.

 

[Varik Ice]

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Allies ​

[member="Inyri Takan"] [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Enemies​

Inquisitorius Garrison​

(Directly engaging [member="Lannis Morcus"])​

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Varik stared back towards the TIE as it floated up next to where he stood with Morcus on the top, his robe billowing from the gusts that the repulsors on the craft began to give off. The former Inquisitor gazed towards his former superior, truly wondering what he had in mind. There was a part of Varik's mind - the savage, the barbarian in his soul that relished this; it always had. The opportunity to fight him. To kill a strong enemy, to watch the life drain from them and prove himself stronger.

Sometimes, he wondered if he was truly the primitive they said he was. As the Baron's hand extended, Varik's eyes flicked upwards from beneath the helmet, towards the rocks that fell. For a moment he focused, the force showing him, just for a moment, what would happen. Where they would fall. As Morcus leaped, the Sovereign simply began walking forward, his saber still low. He almost seemed to have a casual way in his step, the rocks crashing around him before he took a couple of sidesteps, avoiding boulders that would've easily killed a human.

He could have been more efficient, but it was about making a show. The psychological aspect of the fight was just as important. "Enough to do your job for you." It was a quiet, flat remark, but one intended to sting. The idea that the Empire had tried to replace him, to move onto the most efficient successor - it made sense for a regime such as that, one that thrived on military power and strategic manouvers, one that had little time for sentimentality or rewards.

Ice's breathing was suddenly controlled, and there was an eerie calm over him as he continued to walk at Morcus. It wasn't the warm serenity many Jedi exhibited, but that same cold viciousness, the lack of emotion - the bitter, biting wind. Once within range, Varik took a wide swing, mixing up his strikes as he began rapidly moving around the Baron as best he could, trying to put pressure on the more experienced fighter and force him up the mountain.

He had no doubt that Morcus was highly skilled - from what he understood, the older fighter practiced Makashi, which made sense in his advanced age. Well, advanced by the standards of his current opponent. Varik's speciality was in his enhanced physical abilities, his stamina. That was what would he would look to here. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to outduel Morcus; but he may outlast him. He would wait, for that one mistake, the one slip up, the slight slowness of breath or movement that eventually came. Perhaps it never would, and this was simply a diversion all along.

 

[Esmond Morcus]

Imperial Inqusitiorus Headquarters​

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Defeat [member="Koda Fett"]​

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The Galactic Empire​

Direct, gas fueled, concentrated flames. They hurt. They hurt much more than just regular fire. It felt like being engulfed in a blast of gas form magma. Searing your body like a nerf steak, burning your skin off like wax. And when the burst stops, the flames do not, they stick to you like glue, continually singing your clothes, body, and hair. Esmond screamed in agony, as he was engulfed in a spit of flames, furiously flapping around in a futile attempt to smother it. He thrusted backwards, unable to control his movements. Never in his entire life of one year, had he been subjected to such pain. Nothing had prepared him for this, and it took all the energy not to pass out. But soon, the flames would be the least of his problems.

In the midst of the confusion, Esmond had not watched his steps. One fatal step, and he had fallen from the hangar deck. The Inquisitorus base had been built within a mountain, a fact that did not bode well for Esmond. He tumbled down the rocky face, the flames being snubbed out by the constant crashing against the rocks. His already burned flesh was tormented by each strike against teh rocky surface. Esmond focused all his energy on staying awake and alive, trying to use what little energy he had left to protect himself. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he rolled to a stop as he struck a metal platform jutting out of the mountain, countless meters down. Had Esmond not been a force wielder, he would've died from the fall, but using every ounce of strength he stayed alive. His flesh was burnt, his limbs were mashed and broken, his organs were damaged, he bled internally and externally, what little of his skin wasn't covered in third degree burns, was bloodied by the fall down the rock face. Esmond, son of Lannis, was dead. Esmond Morcus had been defeated.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

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Location: Zenith Prime - Camp Arceneau Outskirts
Objective: Criminal Collusion
Allies: The Sovereignty

Nobody appreciated fine music around these parts, but that was fine by Clelon. He did not expect them to. Most people the galaxy over were, to put it delicately, uncultured brutes. It was very hard to find people with tastes as refined as him. Especially women. Especially Toydarian women. Especially this far from Toydaria. As if the tyrannies of scarcity and distance were not enough, there would always be the hurdle of being a historic war criminal that most of them were forced to read about in secondary school. There were plenty of fish in the sea, but not a lot of them were willing to take that bait. Especially since he was still working in a field where he could commit a war crime at any time.

Not that he really could. Not if he wanted to keep this job.

Well, he didn't want to commit a war crime anyway.

Back then it had been personal, you know? He had been fighting for a higher cause. For ideals. Now he was fighting for money. Well, someone else who was signing the checks that made their way down to him probably had a lot of ideology riding on this attack. But for Clelon it was the money. He envied them in a way. Clelon huffed indignantly at the thought, then pulled down the periscope that had been hanging above his command seat. He gazed out at the flat, bleak landscape. The city loomed ever closer and still there were no Imperials out to intercept him. Must have been his lucky day.

"Droid," he called, and he had to strain his voice a little to be heard over the music he had ordered be played. "Wedge formation."

"Yes, General."

The command was relayed, and slowly Clelon's attack force began to spread itself into a wedge formation. Each tank had a separate target to secure. Hopefully they were all successful in doing so once they entered battle. Otherwise this would be a lot messier than he would ever like.

 

[Caine D. Slarr]

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The time had come. A comms officer on the bridge of the Battlecruiser Ballista quickly yelled at the top of his lungs "Admiral, Lord Admiral Harkor requests immediate assistance from all vessels within range." Task Group 112 was waiting just outside of the Zenith system, shrouded in the wake of a passing dead planetoid. The massive roaring engines of the titanic vessel came to life as the battle-group emerged from their hidden perch.

Following the Arbitrator Class Battlecruiser Ballista stands two Myrmidon class Star-Destroyers and three Obtruder Class Medium Cruisers. The rear of their formation is defined by a squadron (2) Partisan-class frigate-carriers. The fleet had been waiting for one of a few signals, their original objective was to reinforce the front-line should it break, but such an opportunity never arose. Now they would fall upon their enemy in droves instead. The enemy forces had committed, as the Sovereign forces had much begun to do themselves. This would undoubtedly prove a ripe opportunity, a chance to squeeze the last dew from the glistening rays of dawn.

The planetoid was cleared as massive leviathans of steel, armed to the teeth and thirsting for only a single purpose embark for their divine duty. A Cyborg stands proudly amidst a flurry of activity, firmly barking orders and directions as the fleet rigs itself for a combat-jump. The art of Hyperspace navigation was shoddy at best and it would take some time to make it work, but it ultimately would. In the meantime, as far as the Empire could be concerned, a heavy Sovereignty fleet had veritably appeared out of nowhere at the edge of the system, and as working to make a rapid approach.

Should they fail to arrive in time, there was at least certainty. Those wishing to escape the wrath of Harkor would find themselves in the hunter's net.

Spoiler: Fleet Comp/Actioms

Arbitrator Class Battlecruiser Ballista
Myrmidon Class Star-Destroyer x2
Obtruder Class Medium Cruiser x2
Partisan Class Frigate-Carrier x2

Spoiler: Fleet Comp/Actioms

Revealed fleet and began preparing hyperspace jump to join the fray.

Edit: Added fleet comp/actions spoiler

 

[Inyri Takan]

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Allies​

[member="Varik Ice"], [member="Koda Fett"], Various NPC Guardians (10)​

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Enemies​

Inquisitorius Garrison​

(Directly engaging [member="Seto Du Couteau"])​

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Fear​

god, i'm running in fear, fear, fear...​

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Inyri wasn't one to go on the offensive, but something deeper than that was guiding her actions now.

Hate is a tool, a scalpel. The voice of her old master echoed in her thoughts as she slashed, a sick monologue to the battle raging on, Wield it effectively and you may win any encounter. But at what cost?

My soul.

That had been her original reply when she had been asked, what felt like a century ago when it had only really been a decade. Now that felt truer than ever as her attacks turned borderline untamable against Du Couteau, slashing and jabbing with no real end in sight to the Guardian's relentless attack...

Fate, however, was a fickle mistress.

From beyond the confines of the garrison, a TIE fighter lost control. The fighter careened dangerously, impossible to steer now, and it spiraled towards the Inquisitorius Headquarters like a wounded bird. Except this wounded bird was falling at extremely dangerous speeds and carried enough ordinance to crack an AT-AT's armour like a walnut. From the air, it was probably a pretty sight to watch the fighter crash into the building, joining the Sovereignty shuttle as wreckage and ruin. From the ground, it was wholly unpleasant to experience.

The only indication it was about to happen was the faint, iconic 'screaming' noise that briefly distracted Inyri, then an ear-splitting explosion that knocked her off of her feet. The outer wall of the corridor they were fighting in was ripped away, twisted and even partially melted in some places, smoke rising in thick clouds. The TIE itself was almost unrecognizable as parts of it hung limply from the side of the building, the damage inflicted enough to make a sizeable hole in the wall.

She had been thrown against the wall, the wind knocked out of her and something in her shoulder felt terribly sore. Still, there was no rest for the wicked, especially in life or death scenarios like this, and so she began to pull herself to her feet almost immediately after the interruption. Her posture was shaky and messy, unsteady but quickly regaining her senses with every passing breath. Without hesitation, Inyri reached out through the Force for her blade. It had been thrown from her grasp and buried under rubble, but thankfully it seemed whole as it shot out from under a fallen chunk of durasteel, and into her left hand.

There was an opportunity in the chaos. Mustering and stoking that anger inside, Inyri mustered all the ability she had left after the explosion had ripped away all concentration or focus from her mind, but there was still enough fumes to fuel that fire. It felt wrong, but so very right. Drawing on the feeling of her comrades dying, Inyri pushed the Force out from her and attempted to violently throw her opponent out of the opening that the TIE had created. Depending on how much he could resist it, he might have been thrown clear of the hole and into the valley below, or possibly yanked awkwardly towards the dangerous edge. If the fall doesn't kill him, it'll at least slow him down. And she bolted like fleeing prey towards the ever-growing feeling of despair festering deeper in the headquarters.

Towards her dying friends, who she had blindly led to slaughter.

Spoiler: Fight Notes

I hope you brought your skydiving goggles

 

[Seto du Couteau]

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Location: Inquisitor Garrison​

Enemies: The Sovereignty​

Allies: The Galactic Empire [member="Esmond Morcus"] | [member="Lannis Morcus"]​

Directly Engaging: [member="Inyri Takan"]​

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Blades crashed into one another, with each strike forcing Seto to take another step backward. I don't have to worry about her running away I guess Seto thought, but nearly punished when his crimson blade barely blocked a lethal blow. Grace was nowhere seen in this fight, her white blade sparked across both of his as Seto continued to defend himself. Seto weaved himself backwards, parried the jabs as he focused on his footwork, he needed near perfect defense to keep all his limbs attached.

Seto blocked one more attack as he realized he was not entirely sure if he was about to survive until his reinforcement arrived. It hardly mattered as he felt himself rag doll and smash into the wall. If he had any coherency Seto would have thanked his armor and impact webbing for absorbing most of the impact. Seconds felt hours as Seto groggily stood back up, he had no recollection of any hangover being as bad as how he felt at that moment. Seto fell once again, he used his hands to steady himself as he tried to gather his wits.

Unfortunately when his wits arrived at Seto's location his body had already left, violently. His body felt weightless and Seto soon focused on his current predicament of flying towards a gaping hole on the side of the garrison. Seto reached out with the Force and his lightsaber pulled out of some rubble landed swiftly into his palm, he quickly ignited his weapon and stabbing the ground to slow his momentum as he used the Force to resist as much as he was able.

His grip on both the Force and his lightsaber faltered and Seto slipped past the gaping hole and finally Seto felt himself released from his opponent's Force grip. He struggled as he grabbed onto what he could only guess be part of the TIE fighter that crashed into the building, Seto breathed evenly to calm his heart and with one final breath Seto swung himself up and with the help of the Force he pushed himself up with a jump and landed on his back on solid ground.

"Owe," Seto mumbled "-I could very much use a drink", his groan loud as he rolled on his stomach, use his arms to push himself up. Seto only was able to bring his top body up as his legs refused to work. He stretched himself out and he gave himself time to take deep and full breaths, his body slowly recovering and his mind easing from the strain of using the Force.

Seto wasn't sure how much time had passed but he knew it was too long and without his support he very much doubted in his Stormtrooper guard to hold their own. ​Especially against her Seto thought as he picked himself up, back to full height he stretched out his hand calling out his lightsaber. With a quick snap hiss his emerald blade lit up beautifully and Seto placed both sabers back onto his belt as he slowly moved towards the direction of his guards.

His legs slowly picked up the pace as he refocused his mind and tried to think less of the throbbing pain he felt all over his body. Seto carefully stretched out with the Force and try to sense where his opponent was head towards, even though he could guess Seto wanted to be certain. He had limited options but he intended to showcase to his opponent the folly of attacking an Imperial Stronghold.

 

[Savoh Muska]

Objective: Sabotage Medical Base
Location: Fort Mason
Allies: The Sovereignty
Enemy: Galactic Empire

Spoiler: Theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MEXkT2e2EE&t=117s

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By now Savoh was wishing that he brought his DC-15A blaster rifle instead since it had a grappling hook of sorts on it. Plus it was much more powerful. Being on the walkway lining the wall, he had to move fast if he didn't want to be seen. Looking around where he was he didn't see that much activity, makes some sense, no one really wanted to be out in the rain and get all their stuff wet. If he was gonna still some of there research and blow up there equipment he had to figure out which one to do first. Seeing that the administrative building wasn't that heavily guarded. Sneaking over, the walk way warped close behind it. There he saw that one of the windows were open, probably to let the cool, wet air in. Seeing that it was quite literally a window of opportunity, the Ubese jumped to it, and quickly climbed in. To his luck, nobody was in the room. It was a small office with the door open.

Wherever the important research is, it has got to be upstairs further. Crouched, he'd move out of the room into a empty hallway, he'd expect that there would be more people, but he wasn't complaining. Moving to the stairs he heard some voices from down below. This causing him to hurry up some more. Getting to the top floor there was a single office.

Pulling out his SE-14C blaster pistol he made his way in. Pointing his blaster in as he did. There was an imperial officer sitting at the desk who looked up as if expecting one of his own. Then his face turned to shock as he almost went to reach for his own weapon but realized that if he did then he'd be shot. As Savoh approached he was that there were many papers on their desk. But one thing stood out, a folder with the word, "Confidential" written acoss it. 'Bingo' he thought to himself. Even if it wasn't research, battle plans would be good to, or personal records. "I'll be taking that." He said, swiping it from the desk. The officer looked as if he wanted to speak but couldn't. Then, with the gun pointed at him Savoh walked around the desk and quickly struck the officer, knocking him out cold in his chair. Now all he needed to do was deal with their medical supplies.

 

[Proxy-1]

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Objective: Ṵ̼̱̫ͧͩ̌͛͛m̨͚̳̜ͦb̧͔̜̟̹̰Ṙ͙̙̘̻ͮa͍͖͉̼͈̻̲ͣ̐̾-͈̻̪̘̭ͮ̃4̛̥͖̤̣̰̄̿̋̉̐ͅ ̩̝̘͓̤̟͕̌͂ͧR̰͙̳͔ͯ͋̅ͯ̈Ḙ̡̼̪͕͓̳̪͐̐̅͌̑̍̇s̙̎̊͌̓̌ͯ̆͡tr̘͕̗̺̬ͯǏ͇̩̖̱͕͖̔͝C̪̘̫̕t͎͍̩̫͕̙͈̿̎̽̓̑͘e͕̞̹̦̒͒̓̽̽ͧḎ̼̜̻̏͛͑͂̑̃̏͞ | Fort Tal'verda, Zenith Prime​

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Lifting his hands to button up his imperial coat, the stand-in intelligence captain spoke while rolling a kink out of his neck.
"Nothing outside of tolerances." retorted the disguised agent, now turning to circumvent the dead captains desk and kick the chair aside. Whisking his hand through his coat, Proxy-1 took an odd, computer-esque bit of kit in his hand, which he promptly jammed into the computer. Crooking at the hips to tap at the computer, he whisked through several screens and prompts before plucking the device back out of the tower.

While making his way over to the corpses to begin dragging them aside, Proxy-1 lifted his altered head to speak:
"I've secured classified access to Imperial systems. It won't be enough to get into research and development, but it will be a start." Tugging the first of two corpses up, Proxy-1 stuffed it into the underside of the desk, hidden in the leg space underneath. "More pressingly, we need to take down the fortresses defenses. If we are lucky, we will find a way to secure elevated access along the way, and the invasion will make a good distraction to slip into the research facilities."

Now stuffing the last corpse into a wardrobe, Proxy-1 pressed the doors shut before dusting off his now-humanoid hands.
"Anything before we begin?" the Proxy operative asked, while pressing a few creases out of his 'acquired' Imperial tunic.

 

[Lemon]

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Allies: The Sovereignty​

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Adversaries: The Galactic Empire​

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It had to happen sooner or later.​

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The fire departed Fett's red gauntlet that rest upon his wrist and forearm. It closed the gap between Fett and Morcus until the latter became consumed by fire. The screeching was insufferable, though it wasn't something he hadn't heard before. It was strange to now recall all the men lit aflame by the Mandalorian - their deathly screeches had become all too familiar, far more than it definitely should be. No regular man should be accustomed to such a despicable thing, but then again, Koda Fett was no ordinary man.

The sight of Esmond's flaming wreck of a body disappearing out of view after falling from the hangar brought some a cynical sense of fulfillment. His attention returned to the battle that was carrying on, and it had seemed as the Sovereignty was gaining their foothold, and with time they flooded throughout the complex. Or at least this portion of it. The Bounty Hunter's mind reverted to his own personal goal. It was previously mentioned that he had his own reasons other than the credits. The statue was in sight, and it would be torn down.

 

[Cynan Hague]

Defense Battery - Rocky Approach​

A covert chevalier​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyFMG2766vs​

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The AECOs had found themselves in a uniquely terrifying position. They were Covert Operators, they had assaulted an enemy whose defenses they knew and understood. By means which by all accounts, were undetectable, yet here they were. There were ten men in a squad of AECOs, yet they were under an onslaught no less than regimental in scale. Not only was there this conundrum, but there was the biting fact that in the face of it all, the enemy already had Artillery trained on their position, how else could a barrage be summoned and delivered so quickly? It was impossible in terms of military organization, no matter how well trained it is. That is unless they were provided the exact plan of attack. Then it could be done, then it could be easily done.

So that was the decision upon which Cynan settled his mind as he quickly rushed orders to those serving under him. The day would call for a miracle the likes of which are entombed within legend and myth, luckily, that was why AECOs existed in the first place. Let the die be cast, history would remember them. At least, that was what Cynan said to himself to steel his nerves. He spoke in a low and hoarse voice "Alright, we've got an issue. Slaask, Sekhmet, Kill them. Cassuss, Alliance, get the rockets and take down the damn batter-" His speech was interrupted by a shot searing into the armor of the squad's spotter, luckily inflicting little damage, both due to the range and his armor, still, he'd be unable to hold a rifle of his own. Such was the downside of using slugthrowers, recoil is a factor to consider. Cynan resumed his speech, after taking a deep breath "Kill the damn sniper."

Cynan himself had other matters to attend. He rushed to take cover behind a protruding boulder and quickly set up his equipment. He grabbed the side of his helmet, pulling up out of it a single antenna connected to a small junction box, a device intended to encrypt data and provide enough signal strength to overcome local jamming, the only problem was, while their message would take days to decode, the enemy would know they're transmitting. It was a risk worth taking, Cynan decided as he spoke quickly "Flash flash flash. Regimental scale defense. Flank attacked. Request tactical scan - update. Request burn-strike on grid C3-84. Handler advise: Leak leak leak."

With that, he'd simply await a response from their ONI handler, it shouldn't take too long, after all, a tactical ping is just what they needed to flush the rats, well that and the firebombs about to rain on the jungle, should their request be accepted. There was no time to dally now. They were at least mostly safe from the shells, considering the rough and rocky terrain to absorb the vast majority of shock and shrapnel, their armor was sure to get the rest. Provided one didn't land directly on them, that is. In the meantime, it was a matter of patience. Artillery could only fire so long before a break when they got one, they would run.

That was all in the future though, in the meantime, Cynan simply rolled to his side and began to return fire. The scanning mode on the visor of his helmet dampening his enemies advantage of the jungle, they could be seen easily enough, well, at least without too much difficulty, thanks to the investments of their benefactors. A rain of slugs is set free, lead flying out and ripping apart the foliage the Imperials were sure to be cowering behind. Wood was, after all, easy enough to shoot through. While it would not be a devastating blow, considering how many were out there, he'd have to some damage. Damage which in the end, he desperately needed to inflict. They were outnumbered 8:1.

Spoiler: OOC Clarification/Actions

Broke radio silence to contact handler. Requested orbital strike on Deathboiis. Ordered Rico and Casus to complete OBJ. Ordered the rest to murder y'all.

[member="Cassus Stoma"] [member="Sekhmet Sarang"] [member="Slaask"] [member="Vash Rico"]

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[member="Corric Tassadar"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"] [member="Mark Hawkins"]

 

[Inyri Takan]

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Allies​

[member="Varik Ice"], [member="Koda Fett"], Various NPC Guardians (10)​

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Enemies​

Inquisitorius Garrison​

(Directly engaging [member="Seto Du Couteau"])​

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Hot Blood​

You turn your back, you're a broken man​

You come around and just dying to shake your hand​

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The Guardian practically skidded across the sleek flooring of the Inquisitorius headquarters in her effort to flee both the sight of the crash and the opposition that she knew would be easily able to track her. Her intuition was her only guide through the weaving corridors, and she left grievously wounded Imperial opposition in her wake. Be they stormtroopers or low-ranked garrison, nothing was getting in between Inyri and her destination, and they certainly weren't getting out of it in one piece.

Soon she would be upon it.

It had once been a simple foyer, but now it was a slaughterhouse. Both Stormtrooper and Guardian alike lay motionless on the ground, lightsabers and blasters intermingling across the bloody way as her eyes helplessly searched, knowing that it had been too late for them. But it's not too late for her. With the Force guiding her, Inyri found the particular body she needed to, and retrieved a datastick off of it. At the very least, their mission and their memory would go on.

That had to be enough for her, for now. She could already sense Du Couteau tracking her, and she was already fleeing the scene of the carnage the moment she keyed onto that fact. It was her objective now to shut that shield down and make this madness mean something. If he was in the way, well.

Then he was in the way.

Spoiler: Fight Notes

Meep.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Defense Battery - Outskirts
Enemies: [member="Cassus Stoma"] | [member="Cynan Hague"] | [member="Sekhmet Sarang"] | [member="Slaask"] | [member="Vash Rico"]
Allies: [member="Isaac Stover"] | [member="Mark Hawkins"] | [member="DT-2319"] |

[SIZE=10.5pt]Lab was smart, if she could memorise complex equations and understand the workings of weapons, machine and other thing she was able to memories hand singles and what they meant, the Twi'lek halting her advance and knelling down upon [member="Corric Tassadar"] command. Her heart pumping, awaiting what orders would come next, well that was until the Death Trooper turned his attention back to her, though the man deciding to take his helmet off and address her personally was not something she had never expected.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Bu-", [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]she began to respond before being cut off as the trooper kept talking, it was a sound strategy and all, and true she was not a good fighter, what would the troopers do if they took casualties. Though she was certain the Death Troopers had some form of medical training, it would've problems if to many of the troopers diverted their attention away from the fight to take care of wounded, but orders were order, "understood sir, on my way".[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Turning around Lab made her way back to the PMC's lead by [member="Nyx"], the Twi'lek trying to keep low and away from any possible enemy fire that may come her direction. "Nyx, the Death Trooper officer had given my coordinates for you, double time to this position and around the flanks while his squad engages the enemy, besides that not much else, but I guess I'm tagging along", if the mercenary company was anything like the usual guns for hire not doubt the would be getting into all sorts of danger. If that was the case they would need a medic to patch up their wounded trigger-happy friends.[/SIZE]

 

[Seto du Couteau]

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Location: Inquisitor Garrison​

Enemies: The Sovereignty​

Allies: The Galactic Empire [member="Esmond Morcus"] | [member="Lannis Morcus"]​

Directly Engaging: [member="Inyri Takan"]​

Actions: Alerted Garrison of Sovereign Intruders & giving chase​

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Seto moved, he could not allow this Sovereign Knight run free in their garrison and expect no regrets. He approached a pair of poor garrison guards, their armor useless in the face of a Lightsaber and quickly Seto dug for their communication equipment. Seto pulled off the trooper's helmet and placed it on himself, the HUD displayed some information and keyed in get in touch with whatever left of his guard. Ignore death and death 'll ignore you.

Nothing.

Well, that sure wasn't surprising Seto mused bitterly as he took off after his target. The helmet quickly discarded as Seto pulled the Comm-Unit he grabbed earlier, "Security HQ, this is Inquisitor Du Couteau, do you copy?" Seto spoke. He needed a way to cut off the invader, and with some help from Security he could herd his opponent to a dead end.

"Officer Trent reporting, receiving your clearance code from your Comm-Unit," Trent responded, obvious anxiety in his voice, "-Inquisitor how may we assist, over?"

Seto sighed, "We have Sovereign Agents loose in the garrison, I need all essential command rooms locked down tight, these agents are very dangerous and deadly," Well I mean "handle" in a sense Seto ordered, "-I repeat, all Garrison Troops are to use extreme caution and not directly engage without sufficient numbers," Seto repeated.

"Copy that Inquisitor, we are now attempting to locate these intruders, over." Trent responded.

"Copy that Officer Trent, over and out," Seto finished as he placed his Comm Unit into his belt.

His strength slowly returned but the Force strain and the sudden impact of another crash nearly sent Seto over the edge in pain. Seto moved into another massacre, this time he found the remains of the Sovereign soldiers and the rest of his guard unit. Seto sensed his target moving further away and he started to move but paused as he found his Stormtrooper Captain.

Seto already sense his life force gone, Seto felt a ting of remorse as he never learned more of his Captain I didn't even learned his name Seto realized. Hardly mattered anymore, and it reinforced Seto's notion of how greatness was acquired Built up by countless of faceless soldiers. Strangely enough he had little qualms about the fact, the Galaxy would remain cruel and the only way to fight that was to be happy regardless.

Seto took off, as if a Nexu began to give chase, his feet keeping Seto moving towards his target. He had little choice but to keep his senses outstretched with the Force, concealing himself meant to cut off his only ability to track her. Since I have no idea what she intends on doing I'm going to have to be like some CorSec Officer chasing some high-speed vehicle chase, alarms blazing and all that.

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[Taa Nul]

Allies: The Inquisitorious
Enemies: [member="Varik Ice"] [member="Inyri Takan"] [member="Koda Fett"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuQUEz8gkyw​

Morcus readied his weapon as soon as his opponent advanced, holding his ground and swiftly parrying the oncoming strikes with the finesse befitting a master swordsman. Within his mind, he calculated the trajectory of each oncoming blow and moved to repel it, with a speed more fitting for a far younger man than he. "Your form is sloppy, Varik. It seems my lessons have done little to hone your skills. Control my central line!", he said with a smirk, considering this little more than another sparring session. Waiting for an opening in Varik's defences, he quickly made his move, unleashing a series of swift and powerful strikes from multiple angles upon him.

In the skies above them, a dogfight between Imperial and Sovereignty fighter squadrons raged on, the hulls of destroyed fighters from both sides falling from the skies. Yet the Grand Inquisitor had planned a special surprise for any invading force that might assault his headquarters. A fresh squadron of TIE Interceptors soared out of one of the facility hangar bays, and behind them, a trio of experimental TIE Defender Elites, piloted by the Inquisitorus's finest pilots, soared out to meet the enemy attack.