Oh i'm sorry, did we break your concentration? [New Order Dominion of Lorrd]

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Commander Rykal nodded politely to Moff Iridius, maintaining his calm composure in the face of his superior. ''I admit I took my own initiative here, but in my past experiences, visual terror does wonders on enemy morale. And overkill or not, it stops the battle dragging out too long. A quick crushing victory will inspire fear and dread to nearby systems, making our future conquests that much easier.....and I assure you, I'm only having the ship target military and government installations....'', he'd say, peering out of the window at the battle below. ''Fear is a useful tool when used effectively.....it's all the enemy shall know when they speak of the New Order...'' Rykal said. He was a hardcore patriot of the New Order at heart, a man his underlings would look up to for inspiration and guidance. He then turned back to look at Moff Iridius. ''How goes preparations with the fleet for the next stage of our expansion, hmm?'' he said, with curiosity.

[member="Moff Iridius"]

 

[Moff Iridius]

[member="Commander Rykal"]
"Government and military instillations you say? I've noticed in my twenty plus years as a officer in the old empire that this is not a war." Stepping forward he stood next to the Commander then glanced out the window looking out at the battle bellow. "This is not a war, war never changes. But I will tell you something that will make your service of the empire much easier." Taking a quick breath the elderly gentleman looked over fi the commander. "It's a campaign, hearts and minds. You win the people's respect your life will go easier. Less fire bombings and terrorist threats, people don't like being told what to do with their lives. They like to think they don't need big brother. But they do."

With a soft chuckle he looked back out to the field. "And there's a problem with the fleet commander"

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Moff Iridius"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin "] [member="Commander Rykal"] [member="IC-3471 Logan Harkins"] [member="Darth Narakada"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

The ground was shaking violently as fires rain from the sky and the turrets came crashing down upon the surface of the planet, sending clouds of ash and smoke blowing across the battlefield like a cloak of grey being draped over the land. Vulcanus didn't answer his apprentices, not at first, he just admired the sight of the star destroyers descending upon the city like righteous angels of death. Bombers and TIEs were dispatched across the sky and they began to rain their own type of hell down upon the false Sith and their sympathizers, this was a glorious day indeed. The Dark Lord watched as the air power of the New Order crushed everything in their path, turning whole blocks into nothing but burning slag with bombs and blasters.

More Star Destroyers descended upon the battlefield and as they did, they began to unleash the full might of the Imperial war machine. Gunship unloaded whole legions of stormtroopers and massive companies of New Order army soldiers, but none of those were as frightening as the AE-STs that were dropped from the massive ships. The six claws of the metal war beasts dug into the surface, their limbs swaying forward with grinding creaks like the growls of hellish monsters. A dozen of these massive war machines were dropped in various positions around the cultist temple, but they all moved as one toward the main goal. Mass-Drivers bellowed, mortars howled and soldiers cried out in rage as they rushed the enemy lines.

"The final assault has begun, show them no mercy." the beast spoke into his communicator as he slowly began his stride towards the front lines, not giving Ferus even a glance.

 

[Placeholder 0123]

"Are you afraid boy!?"

Metal crashed against the violet shaft of energy and don't sparks flying around the hall. Graxin's vibrosword held off the lightsaber pike for all that it was. The wielder of the lightsaber was one of the temple's many teachers. A rather large Chiss with a love for powerful strikes.

His students had all rushed to defend the temple, and left the single infiltrator to their teacher. It was the teacher's arrogance that had saved Graxin's life; he couldn't have held off more than one saber-jockey.

"I can feel it. It is tangible. It gives me strength!" The Sith's monstrous red eyes locked with Graxin's, seeing right past his helmet and into the infiltrator's very soul. A wracking blow sent the boy sprawling, his short cloak billowing about as he pushed desperately up to his feet, just in time to catch another strike that would have split him from shoulder to hip.

"You're mistaken." He retorted simply, pressing a booted foot into the Chiss's stomach. The alien fell back as the air was knocked out of his lungs. Graxin swung downward, the violet energy blade just barely stopping the metal of his sword from biting into flesh.

"I'd say I sense your fear, but that would be a lie. No force abilities." He swung once more, then again, and again.

The lightsaber fell back as the older Chiss's strength faded. Graxin had the advantage of youth, and held out much longer. The lightsaber was knocked away, and the sharp metal sang as it cut through the wind. It sang the teacher's blood, and then it was satisfied.

Crimson fluid dropped from the massive gash that had split the Chiss from shoulder to left breast. He died instantly as his heart was severed in two.

"Father, there are quite a few teachers running about." He pulled the bloodied sword out of the corpse, and ran his cloak across its length. "Not the most skilled, but still dangerous. Make sure the infantrymen know not to bunch up, or they will be slaughtered." [member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

''Oh, absolutely. Respect is useful once control has been established, but a show of power like this is always vital in the early stages of conquest. It shows the people we can protect them if they submit to the will of the Empire.'', he'd say, smiling at the Moff as one of his lieutenants brought them both cups of coffee. Rykal sipped his drink slowly. ''And a problem with the fleet commander, you say? What seems to be the issue?''

While the Commander and Moff Iridius spoke on the bridge of their ship, the Imperial March, a tune long associated with Imperial Domination of the galaxy would be played through large loudspeakers down to the battle below, to raise troop morale. It seems Commander Rykal had a flair for the theatrical.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg8rMDRN07c

((Just for a bit of added epicness.))
[member="Graxin Rade"]
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
[member="Moff Iridius"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra moved slowly, her eyes watching as soldiers and cultists alike tried to stop the New Order.... it was rich. Meanwhile she went to work on the door, hands moving over it as she looked for the flaws and locking mechanism. Her hands found their way to the keypad before cutting it open with a small hand held plasma torch, drawing it over the keypad's edges until it popped open.

It was an interesting thing locks, all had the same base concept to them, so this shouldn't take Alexandra too long, those passing her not even glancing her way as they had the more important duty of being shot at. At least... that was almost true as she heard the sound of a gun priming behind her and a young worried voice sound. "Turn around slowly, and then get on your knees." The sound came from that of a younger boy, maybe around sixteen at most with a rifle pressed into his shoulder while he stood there. This just got a bit more complicated but nothing Alexandra couldn't hand, motioning towards her saber as she spoke. "You have two options, forget you saw me or help me, otherwise you are dead before you can pull the trigger." He only waited a second before nodding and lowering the weapon, knowing his best chance for survival was to help her, and with that she turned and finished on the door before speaking into a comlink. "Vault is open, turncoat with me, moving in to secure the building."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Moff Iridius]

[member="Commander Rykal"]
"Troops don't need music Commander, they need leaders." Taking the cup of coffee the Moff took a sip then stepped back from the window, he had a lot of work to do if be wanted to win these people's hearts and minds. "Thank you Lieutenant." Taking a sip he chuckled softly then looked to the commander. "The issue? It's your issue." With a another small laugh the Moff made a funny then proceeded to the hanger, he had to get ground side and soon to start gathering civilians and teaching them the ways of the empire, this was going to be his planet and he would be dammed if his people saw him as a warlord and puppet for the empire.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Commander Rykal"] [member="Graxin Rade"] [member="Moff Iridius"]


"The soldiers that coward shall die, only the strong deserve to serve" was the Dark Lord's simple reply to his 'son' as he moved through the battlefield, his hand zipping this way and that to throw searing balls of flame at sympathizers who were too stupid to turn and run away from the Imperial onslaught. With every step the temple got closer and that meant that soon the Sith would be upon it and the raid would truly begin.

as the report from Alexandra came through, Vulcanus spoke back "transfer all digital knowledge to my personal computer, prepare all records of these false Sith for destruction" was his simple command.

 

[Bria Shadow-Tarkin]

Feeling her lightsaber wipe upon her left hip, this was something never done by her before. It wasn't as if she didn't have some weapons training was just the one left on the ship to look down upon the battle. Mostly it was her sith husband being sure his gem was keep safe, until he give her her own ships to play with when people pissed her off for some reason. Flowing from her finger tips was a different story it was as if she wasn't there or was she there into others minds that they face yes that was what going on. Force was on her side she ws using her skills she had hidden so long to help this new cause, to get her feet wet.

 

[Moff Iridius]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Now in the hanger the Moff had to get to the residential areas of the city that still housed people, he needed to reach out to them in this dark time to show that they weren't just here to claim territory but to offer a better way of life. Yes the dark lord may of been a little eccentric when it came to his conquest but Marcus preferred to be a bit more subtle in his ways.

"Lets go captain" He said loading into a imperial transport. Firing g up the engines roared and the now armored Moff went down to the planets surface to handle his Wiz Biz. He would be there shortly but first he would send an open message to the people on the comms of the shuttle. "I am Moff Marcus Iridius I am here to save you from the destruction, step outside your homes and I promise you that you will be taken somewhere safe."

 

[Clarke Gabel]

The wait had been almost excruciating – sitting in orbit with no real offensive capabilities against shielded AA cannons, awaiting the orders from a surface invasion that may or may not even succeed, even with the Sith pushing it forwards. The area of space in which the fleet lingered had been deemed clear of hostile activity, meaning the klaxons and red lights could be put away, at least for now.
Warrant officers and communications analysts were working almost-overtime for their first engagement; scanning the frequencies and keeping the ship up to date on the activities below.

“Captain, the hangar bay reports ready for deployment.” Came the status report from an internal communications officer.
“Marvellous,” The Captain responded with no show of joy, in fact it seemed to be replaced by boredom, or all the enjoyment and emotion had been sucked out of him. It was unsure which were true with the new captain. “Relay the information to [member=Commander Rykal] and Lord [member=Melakoth Tyrin]. Once that has been done I want their orders and plan of action clear: when we enter atmosphere all starfighters are to escort gunships to their designated landing zones. We’ll deploy the infantry when we land.” He looked towards the warrant officer, awaiting a signal of acknowledgement. He got it and quickly the young crewman went back to work, relaying all the orders from this side.

It was not long after when word reached Captain Gabel that the shield generators had been taken down and it safe to begin the true invasion. The Usaldus descended through the atmosphere along with the rest of the fleet, and deployed the starfighters and dropships just as instructed.
The unfortunate thing for a ship of this design was that it could carry more infantry than dropships allowed, and had just over 300 regular stormtroopers that required deployment into the invasion.
Provisions were, however, created for a landing space not far from the centre of the city. Although the Captain was unsure if this impeded a further duty to remain airborne or otherwise.
“Patch me through to Commander Rykal.” He requested of the communications officers that were quite weighed down in analysing all the fleets’ conversations. They needed more room, and more people, he thought. The face of the young Captain, unscathed and nearly-naïve appeared through holographic form. Hopefully a warrant officer or above with adequate knowledge of the fleet and communications should have informed the Commander who was calling and from what vessel. “Commander,” Clarke began, his head curtly nodding, despite fuzzing in a typical holographic fashion. “All the forces stationed upon the Usaldus have been deployed, but I am unsure if I am to hold position or join you with the rest of the fleet.” He paused, awaiting further instructions.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=qORYO0atB6g

Coming out of hyperspace was the hyped overlord down to totally slaughter some force users, he didn't really have anything against certain groups but when it came to the little rouge groups of them they needed to be put down fiercely. So standing on the bridge of the living star destroyer the Vong took the classic ship rather than those dirty Ranators, they were kind of gross and smelled of metal. But pulling into orbit the Miid'chok war ship perched down as dozens of men and women scurried around inside of it getting ready. The Yuuzhan Vong of the horde had arrived to assist their allies and they would be sure to continue to support them in the near future.

"Commence bombardment of the AA positions, get our people on the ground and slaughter everything. The sith will look like heroes compared to us." Giving his orders the Vong made their way into the hanger and would soon be on the ground to commence the killing of civilians soldiers and everything they came across

 

[Moff Iridius]

Flying above head the Moff saw the Vong come into orbit and start blasting the temples defenses in a very big living ship, he had heard of them teaming up but he hoped that they wouldn't be here. Dead civilians didn't pay taxes or join the corps, and they needed those people so it was only natural that the Moff would personally start saving people and bringing them to the ships where they would be safe.

"Get on the ground now!!" Marcus yelled to the transports around him on the comms as they began their decent to the ground, "Lets go people lets go!" Down bellow were residential areas and people ready to be picked up from the recent arrival of the Yuuzhan Vong.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Commander Rykal received Clarke's communication. ''Captain, have our forces dropped around the enemy temple. I want them completely surrounded before we assault their defenses. They'll fight like a cornered dog, and I don't want unacceptable casualties. When our gunships have landed, have their escort fighters rain fire upon the temple artillery emplacements, we'll need to weaken their firepower before besieging the walls. And have the fleet begin orbital bombardment of this planets other military installations. The Emperor is with us today, Captain. We must not fail.'', he'd say, before patching through communications to Supreme Overlord Dredge. ''Your arrival is unexpected, but welcome, Supreme Overlord. If you can, have your forces aid in the siege of the enemy temple. How you go about that, I leave to your discretion....'', he'd say, before saluting and patching through to the Emperor's communicator. ''My lord, I'm coordinating both the Yuuzhan Vong forces and our own for a full assault on the enemy temple. We'll have it before the days end....''

[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
[member="Clarke Gabel"]
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Commander Rykal"]


The Emperor stopped in the middle of the battlefield as a chime caught his ear. Stormtroopers rushed past him like a flood of white, their guns raised for kill shots as they continued to besiege the avenue of approach that would take them to the temple. Taking his communicator from his hardcase, Vulcanus looked at the tiny blue form of Commander Rykal that it displayed "What is it, Captain?"


''My lord, I'm coordinating both the Yuuzhan Vong forces and our own for a full assault on the enemy temple. We'll have it before the days end....''


The man replied, to which Vulcanus nodded "Excellent Captain, do not fail me or the overlord....Order can only be achieved through victory"

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

''It will be done, my lord...'', the commander said with a salute to the Emperor before shouting to one of his lieutenants. ''Begin the attack on the temple defenses! And.....send in Project Terror....'', the Commander said with an evil grin, before turning back to his holo-communicator. ''Might aswell test my little pet project out here. Seems like the perfect time. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised, my liege....''

As he spoke those words, one massive drop pod, followed by a swarm of smaller ones crashed into the temple walls, sending enemy acolytes and troopers flying back from the impacts before emptying their mysterious passengers into the temple...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqHU4OPXx1w

((Some adequate music for this moment.))

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Clarke Gabel]

“Aye, aye, Commander.” Orders were orders and these orders were clear. The holographic display of the balding man, leading the Non-Sith fleet operations on this world, fizzled out and was replaced by the standard transparisteel view-ports that had existed for thousands of years. “Bring up cartographic information of the city.” He commanded to anyone who was listening. All the information had been pooled by various starships in the fleet and was dispersed to all that requested it. Out in front of him, from a small stand came into view the planet the New Order had claimed dominion over. The Captain did nothing at this point as the map of the planet grew larger until only the city was visible. It panned out flat, horizontal following its enlargement.
On the hologram numerous large starships could be spotted, all of whom belonged to and were commanded by the New Order and their captains. Highlighted with a small triangle above it was the Usaldus, on the outskirts. “Cease infantry deployment and order the gunships back to the hangar. We have a new objective. Set course for…” He checked the map co-ordinates that lay in front of him, but did not need them.

From out of the view-screen stood one of the largest buildings in the area. It was enormous in size and almost doubled all those surrounding it.
“There.” He pointed. Three towering spires lined a triangular, pyramidal temple of Sith cultists, dotted with the black spots of gunships and reflective white spots of starfighters. Streaks of small lines were most probably laser fire from both sides. And some other starships were beginning to close in on it. “The Cultist Temple is our target.” He walked down the line right from the captain’s chair past all the other consoles, slowly. Enunciating his words so that every detail could be understood and not lost amidst excitement. “I want the dropships taking a continuous stream of stormtroopers to the battlefield with a clear landing zone which two gunships and a fighter escort will secure. Ensure the infantry only fire if fired upon. We are not bringers of chaos or destruction, we are the glorious harbingers of peace. Set a course for low-orbit.” With the final order he shot a look to the navigations officer, a warrant officer who one day may make it to captain, if he is not slaughtered by the Sith first.
Clarke turned and waltzed back to the chair, the view of the temple averted and finally concealed under the white of clouds. Oh how he wished to have given an order to shoot down those spires and make that temple crumble. Deep down he wished to show everyone there that the reign of the Sith was over. Their old Empires of evil and dread, finished. This would be a Dominion of Order; that which mere men created. Not Force-users.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

"Petty officer, open a channel to Captain Gabel." he said.

"Done, sir."

"Captain, we'll follow you in. I suggest that we use our drop pods and assault gunships and shuttles to secure a perimeter around the temple to allow all our forces to push inside if necessary." [member="Clarke Gabel"]

 

[Clarke Gabel]

“Captain,” began a young warrant officer dying for Clarke’s attention. “Lord [member=Melakoth Tyrin] has opened holocommunications.” With a distinct nod the head and a readjust of a collar, the Captain of the single star destroyer arose from his chair just as the blue face of Melakoth fizzled into view.
The Acolyte was greeted with a serene nod of the head and a slight, but visible, smile growing across an unpock-marked face. The suggestion was well-noted, even more so when Clarke returned to the holographic map to the fair left of his chair.
“An excellent suggestion, my Lord. But the Usaldus does not have drop pods equipped. The most I have at my, limited, disposal are sixteen dropships – all of which are engaged in the initial landing – and four gunships.” The thought sprung to the Captain’s mind of using starfighters flying at slow speeds to actually carry stormtroopers into battle. Although such an action was not needed, not yet, at least.

 

[Wilhelm Rykal]

Commander Rykal patched into Tyrin and Gabel's communications channel to speak. ''My sentiments near exactly, my lord, we must surround the enemy to prevent their escape, but leave the temple for Project Terror.....this is the chance I've been waiting for to test their capabilities out in the field.....just keep the enemy suppressed within their fortress and my men will take care of the rest...'' he said with an evil grin, as reports flooded in from Imperial scouts about mysterious soldiers in ''black armor'' gunning down both rogue sith and enemy trooper alike with great ease and speed on the fortress walls. It seems this new military force had the situation in the Cultist Temple well within control.

[member="Clarke Gabel"]
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
@Melakoth Tyrin