Flight of the Fish (Jedi/TSE)

[Darth Trellux]

"There's a large convoy of ships approaching the perimeter, Inquisitor. Scans indicate that they are converted civilian freighters bearing the common medical insignia. They are lightly armed."

Trellux gently strokes the tuft of hair cascading down from his equine snout, his amber eyes watching over the constantly updating holographic display with hawk's clarity. Though he did not reprimand the Prefect's annoying tendency to verbally repeat whatever was displayed on the holo-screen, his ears flickered in annoyance all the same.

"Open a direct line of communication with the larger ships, I want them all to hear me."

The Aqualish operating the communication station complied with perfect Imperial precision, syncing together all of the distinct comm channels detected from the enemy fleet into one as Inquisitor Trellux's voice was broadcast to each and every one of them. "Unidentified vessels, this is Inquisitor Trellux of his Majesty's Imperial Inquisition. You are in violation of the Imperial Quarantine of Province Calamari, which restricts all civilian and non-authorized movement through the sector as ordered by his eminence, Emperor Kaine Zambrano the First. You are hereby ordered to vacate this territory, and should you refuse to comply you will be terminated in full accordance with Imperial Law."

Though he doubted they would heed his words, they looked primed and ready to run the blockade as it was, it would give the Empire a very public excuse to validate the destruction of lightly armed medical transports. Trellux ended the communication shortly after his speech had been broadcasted and turned to the flight director, who was currently relaying orders from command to the hundreds of starfighters currently awaiting launch from the various orbital installations around Mon Cala.

"Inform squadron leaders to destroy any vessel that breaches the Point 1 perimeter, even if they don't fight back."

[member="Jerek Morrows"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Jared Starchaser"] | [member="Bekk Mag'ra"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"] | [member="Rick Kaloo"]​

[member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Tsisaar Taral"] | [member="Micah"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"]​

 

[Rick Kaloo]

Location: Mon Calamari, ~50km from the nearest Sith vessels
Objective: Create an opening, distract the Sith
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Bekk Mag'ra"], [member="Jared Starchaser"], [member="Jerek Morrows"]
Enemies: [member="Micah"], [member="Inquisitor Trellux"]

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"Sir, we're detecting an enemy response."​

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"Good." replied Rick. "Charge up the Demolishers, we need to make as much noise as possible if our medical ships are going to have a chance to get through the blockade. Fire at the nearest ships when ready, their size doesn't matter as long as we hit them."

On top of Pickle Rick, ten massive guns loomed. Each of the evenly spread cannons was the size of a large frigate, and could split a vessel twice its size in half. Each gun was manned by a crew of hundreds, who currently worked on calibrating targets, ignoring anything smaller than a heavy cruiser. Their targets aqquired within the Sith ranks, each gun began to charge as colossal bullets were loaded into the barrel. The cannons would take around a minute to prime, but once they had done so, they could unleash their deadly shells apon the enemy to terrifying effect, as shown above Corellia.

"Unidentified vessels, this is Inquisitor Trellux of his Majesty's Imperial Inquisition. You are in violation of the Imperial Quarantine of Province Calamari, which restricts all civilian and non-authorized movement through the sector as ordered by his eminence, Emperor Kaine Zambrano the First. You are hereby ordered to vacate this territory, and should you refuse to comply you will be terminated in full accordance with Imperial Law."

Rick scoffed in disgust, before turning on his comms to reply. [Your so-called "Province Calamari" was never yours to begin with. Our homeworld bows to no one, especially not your wretched Emperor and his lies. May your corpses burn with whatever your values may be.]

Hopefully, the carefully planned outburst would anger the Sith enough to focus their rage on Rick's fleet. They could fend for themselves, and fight a battle against a majority of the blockade for hours, but the medical vessels could not.

Spoiler: Rick's vessels

Pickle Rick - Shielding: 100% - Armor: 100% - Engaging: TBD
Megaseeds 1-2 - Shielding: 100% - Armor: 100% - Engaging: TBD

Spoiler: Actions

Cerrus Demolishers primed
Distraction engaged

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Pisces Base, surface of Mon Cala
Gear: Cathar Tunic | Lightsaber | Wristlink
Tags: [member="Venthis Zambrano"]
NPC Flavoring: Sith Heavy Cruiser (overhead) | TIE Droid Starfighters | Stormtroopers

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

The cat-boy's right ear twitched.

The taste of the cookie seemed to become ash in his mouth. At first, he wasn't certain just what he was feeling. The tawny colored tail flitted through the air, flicking dangerously close to knocking over the captain's tea as the boy tried to narrow down this odd premonition.

It was a disturbance in the Force. Centered around some thing. No, centered around someone.

The man picked up his tea to safeguard it from the child's erratic tail. Seeing the change in the boy's demeanor, the man demanded, "What is it?"

It was not dissimilar to when he had felt the approach of [member="Mythos"] on Luria. "Something wicked this way comes..." the youngling supplied cryptically. He couldn't have described it any better.

The boy's eyes moved to the door to the mayoral suite. Hopping down from the table, the child crossed so that he was standing closer toward the middle of the room, in order to greet this Dark Lord that he expected to enter in.

He was not disappointed.

He was, however, quite terrified. The fur along his ears and tails were standing on end. The sight of the bones, bare. A skeletal apparition, yet quite alive. It was said that the Dark Side of the Force was a path to many abilities some considered to be unnatural. This was that truth presented.

Genuflecting toward the figure, the boy's voice supplied, "Micah tol Powl, my lord." The youngling was chipper. A false bravado as the boy was not certain about this figure. Indicating the ranking officer, the boy added, "This is Captain Gazikhanian."

The lord was seeking shipyard records?

Pausing a moment, the Cathar reflected on that before he glanced over and indicated where the Mon Calamari woman was just outside the office, waiting to serve. "The Mon Cal there is Nori," the child noted. She'd been the one competent person inside the mayor's office that the youngling hadn't either killed or thrown in jail. "If the records you seek are here, she should know where we could find them."

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The TIEs made him nervous, but Jared was trained, like his father, and so many he knew, as an Imperial pilot. Working under Chiss protocols and those that were allowed to follow from Imperial influence. Keeping his flight under control, the Clawcraft entered the hangar with their S-Foils folding flat to provide more room for storage and to allow the landing gear to be deployed.

Hearing the battlenet around Mon Cala and the voice of Sith and Inquisitors, Jared was a bit nervous, but his codes should be, albeit old, a rock solid lead to get him into the station. The team was to get on the station, and get out there to start disrupting the coordination. And Jared had an inkling that this [member="Inquisitor Trellux"] was going to be a target for him. The Jensaarai/Imperial Knight had his red armor pieces covering the mesh weave flight suit. He would get out, meet with Imperials, hope his cover could stay, and get inside past the stormtroopers.

At least then he’d get a few minute head start, even when igniting his silver bladed lightsaber. But first, he needed to get to that point. As his Clawcraft landed and he began powering down, he kept his flight helmet on as he climbed down the ladder, waiting for officer inspection. He was not based at this flight station, nor was he a past member of the Wing here. He knew what he needed to do.

It was a matter of waiting.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Location: Pisces Base.
Objective: Reclaim what is rightfully his and aid the kitty.
Allies: [member="Micah"]

Venthis twitched, his whole body would rotate similar to that of a set of gears. His voice would appear as if it were right besides your ear as he let out in a sinister tone. "Thank you for your help, young one. I will be back, to aid you... shortly. How rude- my name is Venthis Zambrano." Though the officer would not hear it. Odd.

The towering man would leave the room, clearly scanning the next for the Mon Cal named Nori. Quickly finding the only remaining of her species in the hall, he would slowly morph down his back cracking and sliding into place in order to bend down to her height. "Nori. I desire the ship records, now." He said simply. Though the woman would be clearly terrified for her life, she knew she had to do as the Sith said, else she would be no more. "Yes, yes- my lord." She quickly replied, scrambling over to the next room to retrieve a datapad in which held all that Venthis desired. Darting back she would lower her head and present the datapad. He would take it into his hands, his bony half-rotten fingers would tap on the screen, quickly searching for something.

Until he found it.

A wicked smile would fill his face beneath the cloth which covered it though, it was clear to see it's red glow from where the Mon Cal stood. "That is all." He said, waving a hand to dismiss her as she scattered back into the position was was originally before he would make his way back into the office to find the Cathar child once more.

"Micah?" He called.

 

[Darth Eversor]

Location: Approaching Pisces Base - Surface.
Objective: Return to the fold.
Allies: Those loyal to the Emperor. | [member="Micah"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"]

Armored footfalls tread firmly, devoted...​

A being that had scoured the galaxy for his true identity, a wicked manifestation of faulty conscience - bearer of broken hope. Finally come out of the shadows to present the world he left behind with a new means of enforcing the righteous order of his kin, his father - the Emperor himself. Shoulders that carried the same dominant portrayal of a kingly warrior. A butcher of misaligned ideals and the weak.​

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He who wore the face of the Dark Lord. ​

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The False One approaches.​

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The day had finally arrived, the moment where Darth Eversor could once again reunite with his only purpose. The only thing that had made sense to him in his confused, twisted life. His service to the throne was to be eternal, either by the will of sentience or under delusion. The mind of the once truthfully proud murderer was broken, violated into a thing of incomprehensible terror from depths unknown. ​

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He had seen the abyss... and it embraced him. ​

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A dull radiance surrounded the distorted Sith as he moved in total silence, all the while being watched with great concern, and perhaps even fear. Hushed chatter and panicked movement surrounded the armored man, his presence quite clearly unwelcome and disturbing. Some of the denizens even becoming irritated enough to shout and slander what they could only interpret as a Sith seeking to do them harm. A sentiment they were correct to have; however, the man did not truly care for the irrelevancy of their existence. Not on this day.​

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Every fiber of his being was high on nostalgia, yet pricked by an everlasting pain of his soul bleeding into the Nether, forevermore linked to a spiritual damnation. But there was something else to feel, a hemorrhage in the Force - and it was close. ​

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Nearby there was someone else like him. The Dark Side of the Force was pungent here, and it only became stronger as each step brought Darth Eversor closer. Soon he would find himself entering a hall, sensing the life essence of a handful of individuals - but two stood out. They wielded the Force, and they were connected to his beloved Emperor. ​

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He entered without warrant, allowing his own aura to speak for him rather than utter a word. A deep nod was given as a sign of respect and allegiance, but nothing more. He would save any worthwhile words for when they were needed, as for now, he was content in his discovery. He was finally coming home.​

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Free, once more.​

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