It's Time for the Jedi to End; Imperial Invasion of Silver Jedi Hex 27-AJ

[Axon Karr]

Captain Axon Karr

In the past few months Axon had caught a few snatches of combat, gotten a taste for what it was like; he enjoyed it. Watching one's enemies explode into flaming smithereens and shimmering powder was quite a sensation, and with every destroyed vessel the Captain subdued his clamoring appetite for war and death, putting the Empire one step closer to Galactic domination.
But he had never experienced a major battle.

The skirmishes and raids on the fringes of the Galaxy could simulate pitched combat, but such an experience could not be easily replicated. Now Axon had a chance to fight in a battle that had the potential to change the Galaxy, or so he thought, looking through the Typhon's viewports and at the massive Imperial fleet assembling before his eyes.

Ships of every make and model surrounded Axon's comparatively tiny flotilla. The larger dreadnoughts dwarfed his Imperial-IV Star Destroyer easily, clouds of TIE fighters and shuttles swarming above them like gnats. The true might of the Empire, like it might have been so many years ago, at Endor...

Axon's mind wandered. What he would have given to be alive during the height of Imperial power, so many hundreds of years ago, during the reign of the true Emperor, when the Empire had the power to destroy entire planets with their battlestations... Sighing quietly, the Captain turned to his First Officer, who was watching him curiously.

Lieutenant Rigel was stood out a bit from the rest of Axon's underofficers, his snow-white hair in stark contrast to his colleagues, all who sported bristly brown, blond, or black hair. Rigel was an old man among a generation of young, ambitious officers- but by no means was he inferior to them. His mind was still sharp, and he had proven many a time that could be just as conniving and shrewd as the others. One would think he would have been a Captain of his own right by then, but his advanced age must have held him back.
In any case, he made a very good second-in-command.

"Lieutenant, the attack will be beginning soon. I have already addressed the Captains of our support ships, but you will double-check to make sure that they received the orders and are ready for the battle."

Rigel nodded stiffly and went to carry out Axon's orders, leaving the Captain once more staring into the inky blackness of space and the hulking Imperial battlecruiser juxtaposed against it, awaiting the signal.

Spoiler

Fleet:
~1 Imperial-IV class Star Destroyer (Typhon)
~4 Velox-class corvettes (Menace, Presage, Nettle, Manacle)

 

[Ellie Mors]

Mother

Aboard SNV The Pale Horse
Allies: The Galactic Empire
Enemies: The Silver Jedi
Objective: Decimate and Desecrate
Location: Hex 28-AI
Equipment: Lightsaber, Vitafiber Clothing

From behind pitch-black eyes the ancient Sith lord watched with an expression of incredible boredom, her right leg crossed over her left, as she sat in the seat of command with her head propped up by her right fist and an elbow on the armrest of her throne of leather and steel. She was like a beast, caged, that sat restlessly in wait for its prey to arrive - the twin black orbs set in her skull as eyes framed by a brow that was furrowed with impatience and hunger - and she had long since cast off the shroud of banality, abandoning that charade with her victory on Charros. They had been blessed, the Jedi, for had she not occupied that guise then the assault on that world had been as terrifying as the fleet she brought with her as a pestilence today. Yes, she knew that they had assumed the Sith fleet to be small - in no small part because of the fact that she had only ever allowed a modest, pathetic really, task force to be dispatched in their confrontations. It hadn't lessened the strength of strategy, of course - they had still faltered and failed to protect Charros from meeting its fate.

And yet now she sat in The Pale Horse with an invading force that would have made the ships she had commanded under the guise of Irina quake in terror, and the true terror sat at the helm as the harbinger of what was still yet to come. She had fancied this a favor to Darth Carnifex, a way to placate him for her deception when she played him the fool and used him to consume the ancient witch that had been his close relative's lover, but in truth her plans still coincided with his - and as long as it suited her to do so, she would work in concert with the Dark Lord of the Sith to further both of their goals. He wished to cultivate his flowering empire with the Jedi as the casualty and collateral of its expansion, while she wanted to grow as she always had - it simply happened to be that destroying the Jedi satisfied both her sadism and would rid her of another form of opposition to grander plans in the future.

"All ships prepare for a jump to hyperspace." The Sith lord commanded, having decided it be best to await the arrival of the Jedi in the Tion cluster before intervening on behalf of the Sith Empire. They would believe they faced merely the Galactic Empire, perhaps allies from the First Order, and she had no desire to shatter that facade so early - she would do so when opportunity struck, and not a moment too soon.

Spoiler: Sith Empire Fleet

Command Vessel

• SNV The Pale Horse 2800m
  ​Hangar: 4 Squadrons
• 2 Squadrons Fury-Class Starfighters (24 Total)
• 2 Squadrons Vornskr-Class Interceptor (16 Total)

​​Capital Ships

• SNV Pestilence 1600m
  ​Hangar: 10 Squadrons
• 5 Squadrons Fury-Class Starfighters (60 Total)
• 5 Squadrons Vornskr-Class Interceptors (40 Total)

[*]​SNV Wrath 1000m

• ​Hangar: 1 Squadron
• 1 Squadron Fury-Class Starfighters (12 Total)

[*]​SNV Mortality 500m

• ​Hangar: 0 Squadrons

[*]​SNV Harbinger 500m

• ​Hangar: 0 Squadrons

[*]​SNV Internicine 400m

• ​Hangar: 1 Squadron
• 1 Squadron Vornskr-Class Interceptors (8 Total)

[*]​SNV Solstice 200m

• ​Hangar: 0 Squadrons

[*]​SNV Entourage 200m

• ​Hangar: 0 Squadrons

[*]​SNV Executioner 200m

• ​Hangar: 0 Squadrons

​​Total: 7400m

 

[Cole Lorne]

Captain Cole Lorne​

Location: Silver Jedi Order Territory-Space​

Allies: The Galactic Empire​

Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order​

Ship: Imperial IV Star Destroyer 'Subjugator'​

"All hands, prepare for hyperspace exit."

About bloody time. Captain Lorne thought to himself, it was never his style to appear late, though the occasional mistake in hyperspace calculations was unavoidable, a tedious time consumer that only severed to annoy the veteran captain. But, now it was over, and he could only hope that his tardiness had not made some grand negative impact. With a heavy lurch the Subjugator drops out of hyperspace, listing silently and menacingly behind the battlegroup of Commodore Noktis, the sublight engines of the massive ship burning bright blue to list it along to catch up with the formation. Cole emits a satisfied nod, folding his hands neatly behind his back whilst looking out the main bridge window, standing as many captains do in the far center of the command causeway. The navigations ensign swivels around in his seat, announcing across the bridge to his captain. "Captain, we've arrived not long after the majority of the fleet." Cole nods again, this time to the ensign, "Very good, ensign. See to it we arrive on schedule next time. Helm, bring us in line." A pair of 'aye captains' echo across the bridge as the crew move to complete their tasks with distinction. Cole paces back down the command causeway to the communications console, speaking to the ensign there. "Open direct communications with the Commodore's flagship, I will greet them myself." "Right away Captain." Cole stands and heads across to the bridge back to his former standing position. Whilst the communications station puts together a communications channel to the Commodore, Cole retrieves his own comlink and with it opens a channel to the Death Trooper Captain DT-2417, speaking into it briefly.

"Captain twenty-four seventeen, this is Captain Lorne. We've arrived and operations are expected to begin within the hour. We will notify you once we're in boarding range, but I suggest you begin final preparations and briefings now. And, Captain... You will be cautious of your companions during this operation. I am loathe to trust former Jedi and men who's only allegiance lies with credits. It is on your prerogative to handle them should any, complications arise. That is all." Around the same time as his message to the Death Trooper Captain completes and he places away his comlink, the communications ensign calls out from across the bridge. "Captain, communications to the Commodore have been established." He nods to the Ensign and speaks through the open bridge communications to Commodore Nokits. "This is Captain Lorne of the Star Destroyer Subjugator. Apologies for our lagging behind the line, sir, but we've had some bugs in the calculations that are being sorted out now. I am currently carrying a special forces team along with Inquisitorial and hired retinue with orders to deliver them to a boarding action. I'm certain you've been informed already. The Subjugator stands by and awaits orders, sir." The bridge remains quiet in its operation whilst Cole awaits his response from Commodore Nokits.

[member="Jotham Noktis"] [member="DT-2417"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Location: Voss, Silver Jedi Space
Objective: Repel the Empire
Allies: [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Blane Nightfall"] | [member="Sko'saht"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Galactic Empire

More read-outs flashed up.

More objects shot into view and filled the sector. Silver fleet and enemy craft.

Stephanie ran a hand across her brow, holding it there for a second as her eyes danced across the holo-maps now all lit up with blue and reds and greens. Warnings here and there, technical read-outs across top and bottom.

"More enemy craft converging on the Cluster, Silver Fleet take defensive action!"

She was not a commander or leader at all, but she was in the headquarters of the Order now under attack again, from another force thriving on the ashes of the Galactic Empire of old. Turning, she ran forward and opened up another com.

"This is Stephanie Swail of the Silver Jedi, all pilots to their fighters, repeat all pilots to their fighters - we are being invaded across the Tion Cluster and they need support quickly!"

Without waiting for a reply, the slammed her hand on the klaxon sounding an emergency situation, then turned and skidded back across to the fleet readout, eyes working over all the information.

"Strike hard, strike fast," she muttered.

 

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Aboard the Imperial Fleet in deep space near the Tion Cluster, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"]; [member=DT-2417].​

"Yes, and no." the privateer answered after pause, directing his attention momentarily away from his carbine and to the young inquisitor. "Are we done here?"
"Until the boarding action and lacking any incident, yes, that we are." Luyioth answered with a vague nod. While his demeanor towards her did him no favors with the young inquisitor, she did appreciate the short and efficient response - not that she'd show either anyway. As soon as she had arrived, she turned about to tread off again, her dark overrobe vaguely trailing behind her as she went; evidently, she had what she came for.

Walking the short way back to her station, Luyioth offered a subtle nod to the black captain: a final affirmation that everything was in order. As she arrived, after setting down the helmet that was tucked under her arm, she pressed her arms back to shimmy off her overrobe which she absently folded and set aside: while useful for warding off the cold and feeling a little more secure when staring into space, it wouldn't do her much good during a boarding action. This drew her attention back to the helmet. Wearing helmets frankly made her uncomfortable - how the many soldiers and pilots did it was almost foreign to her, although most of them didn't have horns. Reluctantly, she took the helmet in hand and fitted it firmly to her head. With some adjustments and a little nitpicking, it almost didn't feel claustrophobic.

With nothing left to do, the young inquisitor, after a distant moment of thought, took her folded overrobe and set it on the floor. It was comfortable enough to sit on - much more hospitable than the cold, metallic floor. It would let her meditate a little more comfortably until it was time, assuming it ever came.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Deep Space, Imperial Fleet​

851 ABY​

DT-2417​

Call-sign Pestilence Actual​

Post Two​

Objective: Escort & Assist VIP​

Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Luyioth Dakwin"]​

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So it began. The closing of the gap between friend and foe.

The Captain didn't respond at all to the transmission that was sent to him by the Captain but, if Lorne knew the Captain even if only by dossier alone, he knew that DT-2417 did not need to speak. He already knew all too well that his company and support during this operation was both untested and loyal to credits alone. There was nothing to fear, if the Death Trooper even knew what fear was, Pestilence was ready to stand behind the black-clad Captain and follow his orders to the letter without question. Should the former Jedi or Bounty Hunter cause a problem, they would be dealt with swiftly. One of them the Captain had already defeated once and could easily do so again. The other? A man in armor and an ego built as high as the high rises of Coruscant who only looks out for himself. Despite this, these two were useful, the Captain would not have taken them along otherwise. The mercenary carried equipment and armaments that would be no doubt useful later on, the newest addition to the Inquisitoris was a force user; that spoke for itself.

With a garbled transmission coming from DT-2417, soon enough another six Death Troopers moved in to form up with the already gathered unit. They began to check their gear rigorously, following a method that could only be described as like following a mental textbook step by step. Everything was accounted for twice, if not thrice over. This time, however, there were new additions to the arsenal that could be spotted if one were to look hard enough. Disruptor rifles and dioxis grenades; weapons that would spread both swift and thorough death across the interior of whatever ships they found themselves within. The target? The Jedi and those who dared defy the Empire and their noble intentions. And so thirteen messengers of death stood ready, waiting silently for the order to launch themselves deep into enemy territory; each man, if they could even be called that anymore, did not fear what they would be launching themselves into willingly. It was victory or defeat, life or death.

And Pestilence would not go down without a long, hard fight.

 

[Dish]

Location: Silver Jedi Space
Allies: SJO, [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: GE
Objective: Prep


The Derkolo unit had split itself for the operation, Carud, himself, and Classact were preparing for boarding action, '45 would be taking himself into the vacuum, while Wyver and Fedaire were at the groups haunting ground. Even though they were short two members, and their sniper crawling across the exterior of a hostile ship with a heavy railgun in order to secure them a quick exit if need be, the Dreadguard had no doubts of his team's abilities. Even more than that, he didn't doubt [member="Keira Ticon"]'s.

It had been an unexpected reunion, but a welcome one all the same. Anything was better than standing at the gates of the Jedi Temple, questioning if you were doing the right thing for the Republic. As such, when she mentioned this being more interesting, the soldier couldn't help but chuckle and nod in agreement. "Yes ma'am." He replied teasingly, a grin crossing the clone's face as he slid a Czerka Fighting Knife into its sheath on his breasplate, the third and final blade placed somewhere on the Mark V marine armor. Regardless of his feelings towards the Confederacy, they'd manufactured a damn good set of armor for him. Despite being a mess of webbing, ammo pouches, and various firearms, blades and explosives, the innumerable scorch marks and dents were still visible enough to serve as testament to the suit's durability.

Grabbing his helmet off of a bench from beside his DC-18, he cast a look to Carud and Classact. One was his brother, clad in battered Katarn armor he and Carud were seemingly all that remained of the clones of Cody Jorin, while the other was the only clone of Preliat Mantis that he knew of still standing against the likes of the First Order. Lusk and the rest were their enemies now, but the younger clone fought on all the same. Sliding the vacuum-sealed helmet over his head, he looked back to Kiera, the grim visage of his visor looking up at her from where he sat. "You make it sound like there would've been survivors anyway." He mused with a grin, Dish had never planned on sparing anyone who got in his way, if he fought he fought to kill and nothing less, and he knew Ticon was the same way. But, she was right, it did make things easier.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - Sealed Helmet - Initiate Robes​

Location: Silver Jedi Space​

Status: Accompanying the Fleet​

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It was odd, that despite the fact he was floating in space, where nobody could hear a thing, he heard so much. Just listening to the Force, he could feel every presence on a nearby Star Destroyer go by. That wouldn't be all he had to listen to, however. Comms lit up, and Varik glanced up, tapping on a couple of instruments to properly patch himself through. There were multiple signatures incoming, from various directions. He could guess what they would be, what perhaps their objectives were. But there was little point in speculation now.

He glanced out through the viewport of his TIE Advanced towards some of the carriers below. Inferno would be flying as he was, and he'd heard only good things of their reputation; after all, he'd become familiar enough with C'artyom, just one of them. His eyes drew back to space, waiting for the large ships to appear, for something to come out of hyperspace. Anticipation kept building, though Varik was unusually calm despite this. He was confident he could survive this engagement; help win this engagement, for that matter.

The Jedi and their allies were not weak, and they weren't stupid. However, they would be quick to respond to a threat, and in force. He pondered how many Jedi pilots would join him in this battlefield that was somewhat unusual for him; if they'd prove a good challenge for his abilities, and he for theirs. He had to remain patient, however. No matter how much he wished to be tested and to improve, he wouldn't get there if he wasn't patient. Floating in his fighter, waiting for space to ripple and open, he would definitely have to be patient.

 

[Lucien Galtier]

System rebooting…

Loading motor functions…

Loading combat prerogatives…

Loading awareness protocols…

“….He used to be a Republic commando. Joined the Empire after things went South,” The Imperial lieutenant declared.

“Really, how'd he end up like this?” The engineer asked quietly as he finished the diagnostic scan.

“Danger close bombing on Hypori, killed the squad of ex republic commandos he led. It injured him severely, but if you ask me the Empire had every right to blow that factory away… If he and his squad were so good they would've got out in time,” The lieutenant announced coldly “He defected shortly afterwards, the bastard, he joined the Dominion… They tried to restart the Dread guard and made him commander!” The Imperial Lieutenant scoffed

“We captured him during the battle of Serenno and made some adjustments to his cybernetics…” The Lieutenant added as if an after thought.

“He'll never leave the Empire again, that’s for sure…” The engineer chuckled “Dark trooper 63 is now online… He's all yours lieutenant,” The engineer finished tossing the LT a datapad.

The datapad proved Lucien held the scripting necessary to carry out this mission. The lieutenant offered a slight inclination of the head to the engineer than turned to regard DT-63. Scanning the datapad making sure all parameters were met the Lieutenant added one last objective...

“Welcome back Lucien Galtier. You’ll have to wear your old Dread Guard armor for now, until we work the kinks out of the Dark Trooper armor,” The lieutenant announced and Lucien nodded absent mindedly.

He found his old armor laid out before him. With mechanical like efficiency the cyborg began to equip the mesh underlay. The plates were next along with several ammo belts. His weapons were laid out beside the armor. He grabbed the disruptor rifle and handled it with the skill of someone who knew their way around a blaster. He raised the rifle and aimed down the sights. They were holographic with a built in mini HUD. Self calibrating too. Lucien’s algorithms calculated it to be a “good gun”. Lucien lowered the rifle then grabbed several thermal detonators. He carefully handled each explosive then clipped them to his belt.

“DT-63 I have one more weapon for you,” The lieutenant said smugly.

He walked to a small crate and pried it open with a crowbar. Inside was a seismic charge.

“This will be your last mission Lucien. Take this seismic charge to the reactor of the Jedi’s flagship and destroy them,”

Lucien nodded obliviously….

“Copy that,” He spoke finally

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Woopsy

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Commodore Jotham Noktis​

Location: Silver Jedi Order-Territory Space​

Allies: The Galactic Emprie​

Enemies: The Silver Jedi Order​

The Silver Jedi Order were taking their time.

That, or the threat of a legitimate invasion wasn't enough to bring a pathetic order out of hiding. They were under obligation to respond as the system's governing body, alas, he still would've expected it out of a craven group such as the Jedi. Or perhaps this prolonged waiting period was an everyday occurrence associated with the inefficiency associated with a Jedi-governing body. At least, these were the thoughts that ran through the mind of Commodore Jotham Noktis, as he patiently waited for the jedi to make their way onto the playing field. it wasn't making the Commodore anymore nervous or overly confident, rather it was aimless speculation in his own mind with a hint of conviction that ultimately stemmed from his warped view of the galaxy. Jotham's aforementioned fleet composition was on point, all hands were all on stand-by, and as hyperdrive signatures became apparent in the distance from the scanners, the Jedi would make their point of entry, as predicted, into the bulk of his and the rest of the imperial fleet.

It wasn't long before the rest of the Imperial fleet began to show from beyond the voidful guise, as the Subjugator made it's way onto the field.

As the Captain explained his situation and objectives, Commodore Jotham Noktis was already well-informed. Communications were already established, and so Jotham spoke.

"Better late than never, Captain.", the Commodore informally replied.

The Commodore paused, before responding.

"Adjust the placement of your vessel above the bulwark of the main line, Captain.", ordered the naval prodigy, it was understood from the looks of things that the Commodore implied his three star destroyers, "Your boarding action, by our estimations and calculations, will come with relative ease. You will be accompanied with one of my escort ships to see to your boarding action, and if you so require relief, my screening vessels are quite nimble. I want your boarding teams on stand-by, now. The faster we hit them with a well-coordinated strike, the harder we'll hit them. Once your teams have breached the vessel, you will reposition your vessel as you see fit for the battle. The Escort vessel I will have sent with you will return to my line."

Of course, this transmission was all encrypted. Heavily-encrypted.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett
Location: Silver Jedi Space

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The Mandalorian Helmet turned once more, now facing the direction the rest of his armored body was as he made his way up the rest of the ramp and through the doorway. With his carbine still being held by the barrel in his left hand, the Bounty Hunter made a fist and slapped a button with it on his right. The door closed with a sharp hiss as the ramp brought itself upwards. Now inside the Concord Spear he knew his mission, a simple one that shouldn't provide too much difficulty, only one that'd take time and a smidge of effort. If no complications arised, but then again, when didn't they? He made his way to the cockpit, placing himself in the seat to where he'd sit, waiting. The Silver Jedi were taking their time, and Fett wanted to be paid. Can't do that when there's nothing to get paid for. He resented the Jedi Order, every denomination of it.

A holographic image of a specific individual that was assumed to be present once the battle had begun was displayed in front of him, it spun around, showing every angle of this person. A hefty reward was present. He glanced to his right, looking at that disintegrator as images of disintegrating people flashed through his mind - nothing. Death Troopers and an Inquisitor would assist him, probably a shock force for him to reach his objective. The finale is what he longed for however, certainly a beautiful display of destruction.

 

[Cassius Droma]

Cassius Droma / Admiral Pok Nonobru (NPC)
Location: En Route to 27-AJ
Objective: Prepare to engage the Imperial fleet
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Galactic Empire

The patrol run of the Fortitude and its attached fleet had been a rather quiet, drifting through space at a normal clip, running the standard sensor sweeps. That didn’t mean it wasn’t tense, however. After Charros and Ossus, everyone was a little bit on edge. The slightest sensor reading from an asteroid or some other anomaly would send murmurs throughout the bridge. Right now, though, this was no blip on the radar.

“Sir!” one of the comm technicians looked up from their station. “We’re being called to sector 27-AJ! Enemy ships have been spotted in the area!”

Admiral Pok Nonobru turned his command chair forward and clenched his webbed fist, staring into the space ahead of him. Finally, some action. “Full alert!” the lights on the bridge dimmed as activity started to look more like a coordinated beehive. “Lieutenant, set a course for sector 27-AJ! Have all fighters on stand-by! Engage the hyperdrive the moment it’s ready!”

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== C A S S I U S D R O M A==​

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The young Jedi sat in his dark green flight suit, sans life support box and flak vest, in the mess hall, keeping to a corner all to himself as he looked over some stats on his datapad. His feet were in a relaxed position, black boots crossed over each other and resting on a chair in front of him. With all of the attacks the Silver Jedi Order had been facing in recent weeks, Cassius Droma had felt the need to help, and so, feeling he was a better pilot than Jedi at this point, had gotten some leave time from the Jedi Order and volunteered for a tour of duty as a pilot for the Silvers. It had been pretty simple stuff so far – escorting humanitarian frigates to war-torn worlds, helping run patrols, that sort of thing.

A loud alarm broke up the sudden monotony, awakening in Cassius a feeling he hadn’t felt since he’d left Rinn. He’d been trained from day one to respond to the alarm with the utmost precision and focus, the actions of the next few minutes burned into his memory to the point where he could almost be on auto-pilot. Immediately, he snapped up out of his chair and sprinted for the locker room, making sure to listen to the internal comm system as ship-wide orders were given.

In a matter of minutes, Cassius was racing through the hangar, dodging other pilots and mechanics as he secured his helmet strap. He could feel the Fortitude jump into hyperspace just as he was reaching the RZ-3 A-wing interceptor he had been assigned to. Hopping into the cockpit, he secured his crash-webbing first, then started to go over pre-flight checks.

The squadron leader called out for everyone to report in, and when it was his turn, Cassius said, “Green Three, standing by,” in an almost robotic tone. Again, this was something he had done countless times before. He just tried not to think about the fact that he wasn’t just going up against pirates – this was a much larger, well-trained force.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the controls in front of him, trying to find his center in the Force. As soon as their contingent dropped out of hyperspace, he would be ready to deploy if needed.


==Fleet==

Spoiler

2 Metus-class fleet carriers
- 1. Fortitude [H 100 | S 100]
o 5 Alakaha-class elite fighter/bomber squadrons
o 5 RZ-3 A-wing interceptor squadrons
- 2. Valiant [H 100 | S 100]
o 5 Alakaha-class elite fighter/bomber squadrons
o 5 RZ-3 A-wing interceptor squadrons
3 Lothal-class assault cruisers
- 1. Resilience [H 100 | S 100]
o 2 Alakaha-class elite fighter/bomber squadrons
- 2. Justice [H 100 | S 100]
o 2 Alakaha-class elite fighter/bomber squadrons
- 3. Protector [H 100 | S 100]
o 2 Alakaha-class elite fighter/bomber squadrons
2 Duquense-class heavy frigates
- 1. Karabela [H 100 | S 100]
o 1 RZ-3 A-wing interceptor squadron
- 2. Briquet [H 100 | S 100]
o 1 RZ-3 A-wing interceptor squadron

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

Allies: Galactic Empire
Enemies: SJO

Inferno you are cleared for launch. I repeat you are cleared for launch.

The green light issued was from some Lieutenant who sat within the deck bridge of the TIE hanger, the codename nothing but another squadron insignia to him, unknowing that he had issued an order to someone who outranked him in every way. Yet an order was an order and you didn’t need to tell Kayrce twice.

The TIEs dropped from their supports, uneasily wobbling as the gravity that was still present within the ship pushed against their engine lift. One by one blue streaks would appear from the twin Ion-engines behind them and push the fighters out into the darkness of space.

Kayrce’s first impression was that they hadn’t been lying, there really was nothing out here. Absolutely nothing, no celestial body, no floating space rock and not even debris from some abandoned conflict. Just nothing. She would have to change that, in the future people would visit this place and see nothing but a destroyed remembrance of the Jedi and their un-welcome attempt to rule the galaxy.

“Inferno form up on me.” She ordered through her helmet comms and waited as the other units formed up in a V behind her. “We’re going to roll through the fleet on patrol, then we will move for our first objective once we get the green light.”

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Location: Sector 27-AJ
Objective: Approaching the sector
Allies: [member="Sko'saht"] [member="Elijah King"] [member="Lucien E. Irridius"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Blane Nightfall"]
Enemies: GE [member="Jotham Noktis"]

"We're being hailed" the communications officer told the CIC personnel after the end of the marshmallow challenge undertaken en route.

"Patch it through"

"More enemy craft converging on the Cluster, Silver Fleet take defensive action!"

She was not a commander or leader at all, but she was in the headquarters of the Order now under attack again, from another force thriving on the ashes of the Galactic Empire of old. Turning, she ran forward and opened up another com.

"This is Stephanie Swail of the Silver Jedi, all pilots to their fighters, repeat all pilots to their fighters - we are being invaded across the Tion Cluster and they need support quickly!"

Was the Silver Jedi taking its sweet time? Not quite. Mobilizing forces from Ossus to Sector 27-AJ was going to take time; they were just engaged on Ossus and the emergency maintenance required by the engagement in the asteroid field took longer than expected so other units had to take their place. Enough time to load all the bombers with heavy Deathballs. But upon reversion to realspace, what registered as a sizeable fleet was, indeed, sizeable, and under several commanders at that. And the three forces already present were being arrayed into position. Yet, given that, it was quiet, too quiet for her own good. She was within long range turbolaser range of the enemy, and the closest enemy to her was one Jokham Noktis. Everyone else was out of range, and it was out of question to fire missiles or to deploy fighters when the point-defense is still up. So her crew had to prepare firing solutions for each of those point-defense ships, knowing everyone else among her allies used carrier tactics. And even herself, too. Provided an enemy ship comes too close, that is.

"Open a channel to the allied forces"

"Channel open"

"I'll let Sko and Pok deal with the enemy fighters. For the time being we will have to take out their point-defense at range so that you can deploy your respective fighters. If any Conquerors show up on scene, hit their concave dish at first opportunity" she told Pok (with [member="Cassius Droma"] as one of its fighter pilots), [member="Sko'saht"] and also [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]. Would [member="Elijah King"] follow suit, she couldn't say, even though she had him on the line, too.

"Targeting solutions complete, sighting is good" the chief gunnery officer onboard the Punishment declared.

"Fire!"

"We know how Imperials of all stripes, First Order, Galactic Empire, like to use big, slow ships and limited escorts. With their Star Destroyers in a line..."

"Immobilizer four-two-oh, this is Northwest Actual. Activate the gravity well, centered on the command tower of the Star Destroyer on the center, full power"

And it's possible I could even lead the Victory-class ships to collide behind the destroyers; thank the Force for the Immobilizer series, she thought, while the gravity well of the Immobilizer 420 was being created inside the command tower of the central destroyer in Jokham's formation: it will hamper any attempt on his part to perform evasive maneuvers as his ships are being drawn towards each other, thanks to the artificial gravity well being activated. And also make it so that all his ships will be drawn towards the central destroyer, so that they could potentially collide between each other. Here she will have to take point against Jotham, whose point-defense was crucial to him; then they could later deploy fighters to take out the command towers and engines on each Star Destroyer being deployed. Also, the artillery ships were behind the destroyers, and so was the Immobilizer 420, too. In the meantime, both point-defense cruisers would come under heavy long-range fire, comprising a mixture of heavy and super-heavy long-range turbolasers, ion cannons and hypervelocity cannons, of calibers ranging from 88mm, 380mm and 420mm in either case, with the latter two calibers always being fired by threes. Oh and the Xerrid apparently disobeyed direct orders and instead fired its humongous turbolaser at the sluggish, central Star Destroyer's command tower.

"Oh, and if you have any interdictors, center the gravity wells on the command towers of the slowest enemy ships" she told her allied commanders over an encrypted channel, while hoping that any of them brought interdictors into the fray. Especially [member="Sko'saht"].

Spoiler: Summary of actions

• Fired at enemy escort cruisers from long range
• Deployed fighters in a screen
• Activated a gravity well centered on the command tower of the central destroyer

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Spoiler: Fleet

Capital ships:

Spoiler: Fleet

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[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Punishment ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Sionoma-class elite destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: Jotham's Vindicator #1 (long range only)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Kenobi [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Tector-X[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]-class Star Destroyer[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #2 (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Immobilizer 420 ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Immobilizer 420[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]-class interdictor carrier[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #1 (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Wren [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Munificent-X-[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]class heavy cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #1 (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Offee[/SIZE] [SIZE=9pt]([/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Munificent-X-[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]class heavy cruiser[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]) [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #2 (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Xerrid ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]C-9981-class artillery frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's central Imperial-IV (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Radio Silence ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Krayiss-class escort frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Blackcurrant ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Krayiss-class escort frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: N/A[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Squib ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Skor-class monitor frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #1 (long range only)
[SIZE=10.5pt]SSV Prelate ([/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Skor-class monitor frigate[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]) Shields: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100%[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] | Hull: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]100% [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]| Firing at: [/SIZE]Jotham's Vindicator #2 (long range only)

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[SIZE=9pt]48 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Alakaha elite fighters[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]120 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]RZ-3 A-Wing interceptors[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]72 [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Chiloon-class fighter/bombers[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]

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