OPERATION: Shattered Spear; TCP Invasion of CIC Nyeon Hex

[Nova Storyteller]

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The time has come.​

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[member="Tanomas Graf"]​

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Alas the time had finally come. Fleets from Xa Fel barreled through space, their cargo holds rich with materials of war. From the far edge of their early warning system the CIC were sure to get multiple pings. Closer observation would show two large forces headed towards Nyeon in a Pincer maneuver. ​

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The Protectorate had toiled to build up a specialized strike force capable of just such a hit. Admittedly it was gamble, but one the Leadership was willing to sign off on. The move itself was just a Pawn moving across the Chess Board, developing the way for an even more complex and arduous Campaign. Nevertheless, the brave and stalwart Soldiers of the Protectorate stood ready to claim victory from what appeared to already be the jaws of defeat.​

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History had shown them time and time again, that a larger force could be bled dry; picked apart by a thousand cuts. Would the might of the Core Imperial Confederation hold up to the dogged determination of The Corporate Protectorate assault? Only time would tell.​

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One thing was for certain.​

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The Killing field would be watered with blood this day, and the seeds of War would be sown...​

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STORY HOOKS​

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Naturally both sides brought heavy hitting fleets. Any Imperial Power is bound to have a Pride Armada. The Armada will meet the fangs of the Corporate Protectorate's own Pride Fleet. Will the jaws close in a crushing defeat?​

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You decide....​

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Max Fleet Length 50,000 M​

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The Asteroid in question # 404 nicknamed "The Chalice," holds many thousands of Prisoners. Should these prisons be breached the Imperial Forces will find themselves facing entire battalion sized elements of angry rioting prisoners. Will the Protectorate succeed in unleashing the Horde?​

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But first they have to destroy the Planetary Shield Gate...​

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You decide again....​

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Of course BYOO.​

 

[Fireson V'Trechen]

Fireson decides to lead the prison break. He was all ready to go, when his team landed. Fireson knew that the carrier would land on a hill next to the prison. He started to order everyone for the plan.

"Whoever has a jetpack, fly to the security offices and knock them out," said Fireson. "Half of you, I need you guys to knock out the comminication towers. The others will storm the base."

Fireson entered the soldier carrier and is waiting for it all to be packed. He was ready to attack. He just waits to land onto the planet.

@Avery Regilius [member="Nexus Krae"] [member="Nova Storyteller"]

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Renn sat in his Jast Disabler Destroyer (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/127529-jast-disabler-destroyer/). He watched the enemy fleet and sat there with his Jast Pocket Carrier (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/117312-jast-pocket-carrier/) beside him and his Typhoon Cruiser (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/72613-typhoon-cruiser/) behind him. As soon as they were there he decided to put up his interdict field generator (Check the disabler) with his disabler. No one was leaving. His squadrons were being offloaded from his Jast Pocket Carrier and they were surrounding his ship. A bunch of escape pods jettisoned toward the the asteroid very slowly. He sat there in the Commander chair playing with his knife and he was grinning this was going to be fun.

He had gone through the plan with [member="William Tacer"]. "Tacer do you copy, are you in position?" His job was to draw the fleet closer to him, while he only had three ships. Surrounding his ship with the squadrons from his Pocket he sent in his bombers on bombing runs at the shield generator. Sitting there he was humored by the situation, if they put themselves to defend the asteroids he could just destroy them with an attack. Waiting there his artillery would rain down fire onto the fleet.

[member="Fireson V'Trechen"] [member="Nova Storyteller"]

 

[AvRe]

[SIZE=9pt]The time had come for Avery to either run or stay with his comrades. It was a difficult choice but he knew staying would be far more profitable in the future. That wasn’t the only reason he stayed with the Protectorate. He also knew people here and would rather stay in familiar ground than risk his throat with so band of outlaws he might join for the credits. At least his pay here was steady and decent. Although he was Major Commander, his pay actually wasn’t that great, given the Protectorate’s limited funds. In truth he didn’t quite mind. He was being paid in a different form of currency. But if he ever needed some credits, he could always take up a assassination job or bounty. He’d always been good at assassination. And the skills he gained from it certainly helped in his current occupation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Avery looked at Fireson, sitting across from him. He had come to know the young man as reckless, idoitic, and sometimes disappointing. But the boy had his uses and Avery knew that he would come in handy on a job like this. Avery had never had experience in full scale invasions. He’d killed figures in invasions for money but never actually fought in them. This field was entirely new to him. But in time he would master this caste of battle as he had with others in his past.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Avery walked to the cockpit of the transport, there were two pilots sitting in their seats. Suddenly, a squad of bombers flew past. Avery imagined that his was Renn doing. It was good timing to, they’d need a way to take out the shield gate.[/SIZE]

 

[Willan Tal]

Theodore Royce-Clarke,​

Imperial army, ​

Location: The chalice.
Objective: Keep the complex secure and under control.
Tags: [member="Tariq Hejazi"] [member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="CC-239"] [member="Rasvas Tevlan"]

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"Attention!"

The sound of boots hammering into the flooring on cue was gratifying. If anything, timing and precision were taught well.

"Thank you, overseer," Theodore told the man next to him. Any thoughts he had on the prison guards were well hidden in his stoic indifferent expression.

The prison overseer was a stern-faced older man who he guessed had been drafted from the previous core of Galactic empire officers. He was powerfully built and judging by his practised voice. He was the type of man who relied more on his authority than his ability to inspire to lead – as with most Imperial officers.

He inclined his head in turn and stood aside to allow the Overseer space. A small detachment Imperial guards of the installation were lined up in the mustering hall, a great and spacious room in which he reckoned they could fit half a battalion. The place had been a Galatic Alliance prison years earlier, and it still showed signs of reconstruction. The core values of the new Empire were abundantly clear in the architecture. The empty durasteel floor was a symbol of the cold hard efficiency that was expected of its citizens and the large overshadowing banners with the white Imperial cog on them were to remind everyone to whom their loyalty was given. The large steel viewports lining the walls with a view of the surface of the asteroid gave it all a desolate look that was bound to deter even the hardest of inmates from escaping.

Theodore shifted his gaze across the rank and file. They stood in four platoons, each consisting of about thirty individuals. He had been accustomed to inspecting entire battalions routinely during the incursion into Mandalorian space, but this was different. These men were not soldiers. They were simple corrections officers, all wearing grey helmets and light-grey uniforms with the Imperial emblem on their chest. Were these men and women all that stood between the convicts only route of escape? He would have to file a report soon, and if they were to house all the cores most dangerous in remote installations, then they'd need real security.



Let's get this over with.

As the Galidraani began walking, he glanced across row upon row of covered faces. The platoons were two rows deep, so he had to walk quite a distance to get a look at all of them. His list had their profiles loaded and ready. Good grades, physical prowess and combat excellence, were highlighted, among other things.

The overseer fell in beside him. The most vital information popped up on the list as he moved past the Cadets, the senior general barely bothering to glance at the helmeted guards.

"Quite the sight Overseer but I would recommen-."

Theodore's speech was interrupted by a sizeable frantic beeping from the loudspeakers, someone was moving in on the complex, and the alarm had been raised from several guard towers though many of them soon went silent. It seemed the compound was about to be under severe enemy attack.

"Mobilise your men overseer. We'll have to see how well your men do their job."

 

[Ari Zanareth]

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NEARBY OUTSIDE THE SYSTEM​

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Local Allies (Thus Far) ; [member="Renn Garrick"]​

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FLEET

Spoiler

TOTAL FLEET 8700m

Aurek Command

CPS Fang; Shield Class Destroyer
100/100

CPS Vengeance; Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

CPS Tomahawk; Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

CPS Thunder; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Valour; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Hawk; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Anvil; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Dragon; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Dawn; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

STARFIGHTERS

• 216 Jast Heavy Fighters

Besh Command

CPS Carrick; Jast Blackout
100/100

CPS Vector; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Denigrator; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Riptide; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Reagal; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Demon; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Crown; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

STARFIGHTERS

• 228 Gala Fighters

The Battle had Begun....​

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While Major Commander Richten was at the helm of the CPS Fang, Ari was absent. Deep within the bowels of the vessel she sat cross-legged, her Lightsaber, Pistol and other gear arrayed before her in a neat dress right dress fashion. Both eyes closed, head bowed, sweat droplets puttered and pattered onto the floor. From the depths of her heart something wicked swirled as the currents of the Dark Side touched her very core.

Since Selvaris she'd be inundated in the Office of the Consul. She was unable to grow her power, or test her skill. That was about to change. All of it was about to change.

She breathed deep, drawing in the suffering of the void, and reached out to touch each item. Her pale skin stroked against the gritty pockmarked hilt of her Electrum plated Light saber. Next she let her palm glide across the butt of her pistol, and then her rifle. Then it touched the cold steel of her Plate of Dread. As it brushed she felt a shiver go down her spine, and the room grew ever cooler. Colder than space travel should have been.

Something was calling to her, but it was cut short by the Major commanders hails over the wrist pad strapped to her comms.

"Consul Zanareth, the Vanguard has arrived."​

She opened her eyes and nodded.

A quick press of her wrist pad summoned her Aide, a short boy by the name of Tallworth.

"It's time."

"Yes Ma'am."

She rose, standing upright and tall. Both arms shot out to her side as the Hadzuska Guard squadron entered. They were menacing, terrifying, clad all in black. Silent and deadly like the Masters they served.

The boy picked up the plate without looking the Lions Face in the eye. He pressed it to her. The Hadzuska tightened the leather straps, encasing her body front and back in tight fit. With her instrument of dread firmly upon her, she summoned first her saber to the right hand. The pistol slapped the palm of her left. Both were rammed into their respective sheaths.

The boy handed her her a cloak of midnight black shimmersilk. She clutched it, whipping it up and over her head to rest upon her wide shoulders.

" Follow me"

She made for the bridge, feet clicking a steady beat upon burnished steel plates....

 

[LT-137]

Location: Mid Rim and Core Worlds Region Border // Nyon Pass // Nyeon - High Orbit.
Destination: Asteroid Penal Colony; Designation: “The Chalice.”
Objective: Break the Interdiction and Vanguard Forces.
Allies: The Golden Company, The Core Imperial Confederation.
Enemies: The Corporate Protectorate.
Naval Complement: Thyrsian Classis I - The Myrmidons.

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GCV “Guerdon” - Resurgent Class Battlecruiser.
Command Deck.
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With his gilded talons clutched tightly behind his armoured figure, Khonsu Amon stood in muted silence as his dark, and hooded eyes danced from one Holoscreen to the next. He bore witness to countless streams of information dancing across the false fire-light of the projected images, with each detailing several factors that all demanded his attention. He glanced at an encoded transmission from the fringes of the sector, informing the Master of the Sun Guard that elements of his warship’s escort fleet had succeeded in their task. The pirates they were originally hired to dispatch, were annihilated with relative ease as soon as their starships translated into realspace. While the Government of Nyeon commanded a Navy of their own, their starships were proverbially held in their berths, as the Ruling Houses fought for the honour of leading the charge. It wasn’t until the raids began to increase, that the Planetary Super-Corporations decided to take action into their own hands. They circumvented the ruling Oligarchy and sought out representatives of the Golden Company, which ultimately led towards a taskforce of Warships being marshaled and subsequently dispatched into the Western Fringes of the Core Worlds region.

The economic collective of Nyeon was displeased, at first, with the asking price when their contract was put forth. The Sun Guard demanded a small fortune for their services, as they would have to cover the costs of maintenance and fuel, as well as push aside any potential Clients to meet the ever-increasing demands of the Nyeonese-bound Corporations. It wasn’t cheap to procure the service of the Best Mercenaries in the known Galaxy. There was even some talk of reneging on their payments, effectively utilizing the Golden Company’s martial might without payment. That notion, however, was swiftly quashed when the Thyrsian Emissary regaled the gathered Corporate Representatives of what transpired to the First Order. The man told them of a superpower on the decline, and how the Sun Guard’s swept into the Ison Corridor, shattering the astral bastions located along that trade spine. It was a feat that even the Galactic Alliance couldn’t pull off in their prime, and they attempted twice.

With such a story ringing in their ears, the Planetary Super-Corporations collectively agreed that parting with a small fortune was acceptable, especially when compared to what would happen if they didn’t meet the Sun Guard’s terms.

So, Khonsu mustered a Crusader Fleet to his banner and ventured off into the void. When they arrived in the Nyeon system, a vast majority of Classis I was dispatched to thwart the swarming gnats gathering on the edge of the sector. The Guerdon, however, remained behind with a small collection of recon drones - which were tasked with setting up a system-wide encrypted sensor grid. While it wasn’t apart of their mandate, the Sun Guard wouldn’t leave anything up to chance - even if their victory was assured. Whatever, meagre strength that those pirates could muster would pale in comparison to the Gilded Warships of the Golden Company. However, there was a chance that the survivors of the conflict would seek revenge, and surge into the Nyeon system. Thus, the Supreme Sun Guardian ordered his Battlecruiser to remain behind - to protect the world, and it’s many asteroid colonies, whilst his comrades swept through the outer reaches of the sector.

When his dark, hooded eyes danced across the materialized projection once again, they focused on a report that was picked up and subsequently passed through secure Imperial Confederation channels. Though considered simple Mercenaries in the grand scheme of things, the Golden Company enjoyed a provocative Retainer Contract with the burgeoning Empire that housed itself on Coruscant. They were permitted access to heavily restricted sections of the Imperial BattleNet, which in turn was enough to catch wind of early warning systems being triggered. With that transmission making its way through the Imperial chain of command, Khonsu bore witness to the system of Nyeon swelling with Imperial transports. Even the local garrison sprang into action, which in turn, resulted in the Planet itself being separated from reality by an all-encompassing shield gate. Whoever, or whatever was foolish enough to launch an attack against this world would find themselves hard-pressed to remove the Imperial presence from this system.

Khonsu smiled, as he watched the flickering Holoscreen erupt with new and updated information. It seemed that the Guerdon’s integrated Artificial Intelligence saw fit to enlighten her Master to the events he once considered unworthy of his attention. There was a formal declaration of hostilities between the Imperial Confederation and their supposed political rivals in the West, both of whom sought to claim the Core Regions for themselves. The Thyrsian never heard of the Corporate Protectorate before and was admittedly curious as to how they’d crack what defences the world of Nyeon had to offer. A part of him was elated at the notion of facing off against a new, and rising power. What secrets, tactics and strategies would they employ? Would they prove to be worthy adversaries, or would the Guerdon smash through their meagre offerings; demanding satisfaction from the dust and echoes left in her wake. He couldn’t say, nor could his starship offer any insight into these enigmatic hostiles.

They were too new to the Galactic Stage to make assumptions, let alone devise truly effective strategies. That factor alone annoyed the Guerdon’s Shipmistress. He could hear it in her voice, as the Hapan Officer began delegating various tasks to her sub-commanders from atop her basalt command throne. Khonsu imagined that should the Corporate Protectorate not meet her expectations, Astarii Saren would find herself bored with the ensuing conflict. If, and possibly when, that inevitably would happen - there would be hell to pay. While it was unlikely that the Imperial Confederation would suffer, the Thyrsian Warlord himself would be subjected to yet another one of her tirades; possibly detailing her successful campaigns against the Ssi-Ruuvi Imperium, and how even those backwater reptiles offered a fraction of entertainment. He rolled his eyes at the prospect, and silently hoped this Militant Conglomerate had something to offer the woman to keep her mind focused.

When the first hostile starships broke from hyperspace, Khonsu watched as the Shipmistress balked at the array of vessels that positioned themselves near the massive asteroid that housed the prison colony. Three voidcraft, that were doubtlessly carrying several squadrons of strike fighters and transports. Aside from warming up their Interdictor field, those hostile ships made no move to engage the Nyeon Defence Fleet, or the Imperial Confederation thereafter. Instead, three squadrons of starfighters were being scrambled from the undesignated Carrier, and several escape pods were jettisoned out into space; with their projected trajectory implying that they’d make for the penal colony on the asteroid. Those escape pods would likely be rife with hostile soldiers or munitions and were likely discharged in the hope of either drawing the attention of the supermax's aerial defences - or rely on some superficial notion of not opening fire on targets possibly marked as non-combatants.

The Imperial response would likely be to sweep aside those slow-moving escape pods, wasting precious munitions in an attempt to thwart some nefarious scheme. Whatever would transpire in the moments that followed, mattered little to the Thyrsian Warlord, and the collective crew of his Gilded Battlecruiser.

“Don’t even bother asking me what they plan to do,” Astarii said, as Khonsu’s eyes swept towards the command throne. “While they believe that they’ve cut off our retreat, they’ve also trapped themselves in the system with us.”

“I wasn’t planning on asking you a thing, Shipmistress.” The man retorted with a growing smile. “I simply wanted to see how’d you react to their opening gambit, and what you plan to do in return, as they’ve openly declared themselves against the Golden Company with their Interdiction field.”

“You know me, Sire.” She said, not returning the jovial gesture that the Thyrsian offered. “The Guerdon’s more than a match for an entire battlefleet on its own. Three ships and their escorts seem like a paltry offering that I’d normally never consider worthy of my time and best effort. If it’s a sign of what’s to come? I’d be more than happy to sail into the midst of their vanguard, and tear apart their reinforcements - if any decide to arrive.”

“So, what shall the Guerdon do?”

Khonsu had a feeling he already knew the answer but wanted his Shipmistress to give life to that assumption. When she finally spoke, after taking a moment to consider her options, the Warlord nodded in agreement.

“We’ll venture forth and smash what meagre offerings they’ve brought.” Without breaking her vocal stride, Astarii craned her neck and ordered that the Solar Lances be made ready, and the Guerdon’s strike fighters were scrambled. While it wasn’t ideal, the Flagship of the Golden Company couldn’t very well depart the system without breaking through the minuscule blockade of the Protectorate’s Vanguard. Let the Imperial Confederation and the Penal Colony defences deal with whatever was in those escape pods, for the Thyrsian Battlecruiser sought to bloody its proverbial fangs on much larger prey. Thus, the mighty warship broke from the Planet's gravitic embrace and began to soar across the solar tides towards their newfound foes. Their vast array of weapons were cycling live, and warheads were being automatically loaded into their respective firing tubes. Firing solutions were also being drawn against the stationary targets, as the Guerdon advanced, and were being constantly adjusted as the vast distance between them began to shrink.

With his dark eyes drifting back toward the array of materialized projections, Khonsu’s smile began to widen into a predatory grin. It was time for them to earn their keep. “Inform our comrades to expect company when they return," He commanded, which was subsequently carried out by one of the many Comms Officers stationed nearby. "And contact the Imperial Confederation as well… let them know we’ll expect payment for the ensuing slaughter.”

[member="Ari Zanareth"] | [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"] | @Etc​

Action Summary:

• Thyrsian Classis I is Out of the System and returning, leaving the "Guerdon" alone and unsupported by Thyrsian Warships.
• The "Guerdon" is moving to engage the Trio of Warships anchored near the Penal Colony; Designate: "The Chalice."
• Fighters are being scrambled from the Battlecruiser's Hangar Deck; Awaiting the Order to Disembark.
• Recon Drones are spreading out through the system, and establishing an encrypted sensor network.

 

[Chris Walker]

Ships: 1 Commandant Corvette, 1 squadron of N-1 Hawks
Enemies: All CIS forces in system
Allies: All TCP forces, primarily [member='Ari Zanareth']

Chris's corvette dropped out of hyperspace, flying at full burn into the fray. Escort fighters flashed into existance around the small ship, their own engines screaming as they flew through the void.
" Tactical, give me a reading of the closest ship. Weapons and shields, you have free-fire authorization."

Chris scanned the readout before him, he was safe to most weapons inside the armoured bridge. But drawing fire from heavy turbolasers was not a good idea.
"Helm, full speed bearing 014 mark 137 mark 901."

Chis hunched over his captain's display, watching readouts. Where was the consul?

 

[Cypher Rage]

This was going to only the beginning. Grand Admiral Cypher Rage stood on the Bridge of the CPS Once a Paragon, a Hades class Battlecuiser as hundreds of Protectorate Warships began to pour out of hyperspace awaiting a diversion from one Vice Admiral [member="Renn Garrick"]. "Move the Centre ofour forces outside of their weapons range, and have our Hades' charge their Autocannons. It anything goes bad, no one else will ever enter that asteroid." He barked. In an Instant, people began running head over hills, guding the Hundreds of fighters that had discouraged from the various carriers in Cyphers Fleet. He felt the launching of Landing Pads even from here. Ah, it was good to be alive again. "Sir, Vice Admiral Garrick is preparing to dessploy his trap" reported an officer. Perfect timing.

 

[Vindicta]

Vindicta; Artificial Intelligence
Location: Nyeon Orbit, Nyon Pass, At the border between the Mid Rim and Core Worlds Region
Objective: Establishing a network
Allies: The Golden Company, Core Imperial Confederation
Enemies: The Corporate Protectorate
Naval Complement: Thrysian Classis II "Psyche"

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If <she> had ever found the necessity for the act of blinking, the being would have given in to the desire to express <her> silent incomprehension at the conversation unfolding between 「Designate: Khonsu Amon」 and 「Designate: Astarii Saren」.

But even while <she> was acquiring knowledge of these tiny nuances that formed the core of what made a sentient unique from one another, many of the motions and subtleties that they exhibited were still beyond <her> understanding. Not that <she> did not have the aptitude to do so. But rather, it had not occurred to 「The Black Swallowtail」 to project a more natural and fluid representation of <herself> so as to blend in with the rest of the beings <she> called <her> own.

「Vindicta」 was so very young, after all. And there was still much knowledge in this vast galaxy for <her> to absorb.

<Her> previous campaign over the orbit of Bogden has proven <her> calculations were still in need of refinement, for while the Artificial Intelligence had been contented at the damage that Titania has taken from the Heresiarch, the Navarch had assigned some of the Myrmidon’s own forces to aid <her> own. And though the being did not possess a sense of remorse, <she> was continuously learning from <her> lapses, so there was much contemplation to be had.

<Her> conclusion?

<She> had been acting with imprudence.

But now on the stage of Nyeon’s orbit, 「The Black Swallowtail」 was watching the scene unfold with much interest. For was it not imprudence that the Guerdon was advancing to greet the 「Hostile」? Or was it a calculated verdict based on the Navarch’s confidence had on the vessel and her own abilities?

With curiousity rippling across <her> awareness, 「Vindicta」 materialised on the command deck in a shimmer of aureate butterflies, giving the Thyrsian Warlord and the Hapan Shipmistress a curtsey in greeting. While the consciousness did not require a representation, <she> had observed that it placed much of <her> brethren at ease when <she> possessed a form they could focus on.

“Classis I and Classis II has been informed of the hostile vessels and is en route. I have also assigned more reconnaissance drones to further expand our network.”

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Allies
[member="Khonsu Amon"]
[member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"]

Enemies
[member="Nova Storyteller"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"]
[member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Chris Walker"] | [member="Cypher Rage"] ​

 

[Adaska Raythe]

Adaska Raythe
Asteroid 77; "The Golden City"
Objective: Revolution Cancelled (Bring Your Own)
Post #: 1

Brushing fine strands of her brunette hair out of face the woman known as "Jain Meen" took a fistful of their own scalp-rope she pulled it back into a singular thick thread tying it into a loose ponytail staring into her own pupils in a mirrored reflection. The cut on her cheek had healed rapidly thanks to a significantly altered physiology and immune system leaving no evidence of the survived assault from another Shadow Operative other than an unusually pale line in an otherwise unmarred pale complexion. Right-hand reached forward and picked-up an "antiquated" DC-15s Side Arm Blaster, a weapon centuries old and forgotten by most, but for a woman trained as a Shadow Operative she could not afford to overlook the valuable capability of such a weapon's battery to self re-charge making it impossible to ever truly be out of ammunition or power charge.

Blaster Pistol found itself locked against a magnetised panel on the outside of thigh, Adaska's whole body save for head is entombed in a Sage-Green Powered Assault Armour once exclusively ubiquitous with the First Imperial Death Troopers. Raising thick left vambrace upto lips, Adaska passed an encrypted verbal message through the onboard Holonet transceiver in her battlesuit. "Blue-Leader this is Rogue-Alpha, Radio-check, over." She waited listening attentively to her helmet and its' speakers within which were sat perched atop a table, instead of hearing Druwor's cool and steely voice Adaska's ears heard a different reply; static. Hefting the several kilogram power armoured helmet up beneath her chin looking down over a paper map with annotated diagrams strewn against the mahogany-coloured hard wood table.

"I say again Blue-Leader this is Rogue-Alpha, Radio-Check, over." Still.... Static The SHADOW-Certified Rogue Agent thought wordlessly Time to have a look at the diagnostics. Pulling her helmet over nape nostrils pulled up the dry sterile air cycled through its' respirators, Adaska disdained the scent it reminded her unpleasantly of the room where she had been Chemically and Surgically Augmented and hospital wards where she had performed physiotherapy after undergoing the procedure. Whispering to herself she mused quietly "The Winter Revolution don't maintain the capability to block Trans-sector communications...." Something else was transpiring she thought but couldn't be certain as to what, atleast not while yet held up within the Asteroid-apartment Adaska threw an oversized hooded poncho over her torso and pulled up ridiculously large cotton running track trousers over Metal-sheathed legs before wandering to a tinted window within the lounge room peering out over the adjacent Asteroids.

The asteroids which made up the Golden City were connected and held in one-another's orbit by long suspension bridges and gravity wells, placing palm up against the Transparisteel for a moment glancing upto the celestial heavens and its' myriad stars Adaska's almond-shaped orbs witnessed nothing suspicious. Pivoting on heels she wandered back into bedroom to the cheap albeit robust work desk and picked up the map sprawled out atop that surface in one-hand and burned it with a small flame projected from a tiny hand-held device with a metal-type whick used to ignite the likes of Cigars. Despite the ostensible communication blackout, their mission would continue. Mikkel, the disgraced Imperial Guard Officer gingerly entered through the sliding door and saw with his unshielded Hazel Spheres drop a large rectangle sheet of smoldering paper be dropped into a bin. "Ready to head out?" Mikkel who had like Adaska been living under an assumed identity asked wearing civilian spacer clothes as to not draw too much attention to themself. Looking towards Mikkel, Adaska couldn't help but think how ridiculous he looked with a khaki coat over a yellow shirt and turquoise trousers.

He shrunk slightly to hear the Armoured Giant chuckling. "Nice outfit, Mick." Adaska commented snarkily mocking Mikkel with a nasally chuckle, scowling he made a hand-waving gesture. Keeping his gaze fixated upon Adaska's visor beneath hood's shroud as she advanced in his direction. The two continued their conversation about four and a half feet from one-another standing atop a fetid carpet floor which to Agent Raythe's credit had managed to significantly improve while quartered in the Apartment. "Yeah, whatever. We might have to cancel the operation, got some kind of trouble happening in orbit."

Adaska's helmeted head lowered somewhat like a bull, she didn't like that idea not one bit. "We're not cancelling the Operation, we've got to follow-up the Intelligence lead within the Winter Revolutionaries." Even through the annunciator's vocal distorter Mikkel could detect the offense taken at the suggestion they abandon their efforts. "You haven't even heard what's going on." The earnestness and dedication could be appreciated but the single-minded dedication and what Mikkel perceived to be Raythe's overwhelming desire for redemption born from self-criticism for their self-perceived shortcomings and failings to save Senator Lagerfeld's son was not. "Just stop, and listen. There is a fleet of unidentified hostile warships appearing within System." Mikkel continued with irrtation that couldn't be seen on face but heard obviously upon intonation.

[member="Druwor"], [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"], [member="Tanomas Graf"], [member="Khonsu Amon"], [member="Varian Alaric"], [member="Rasvas Tevlan"], [member="Tariq Hejazi"], @Kraken Society

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Assembling in Protectorate space, Arriving shortly within Nyeon system
Objective: Support role, reserve
Allies: [member="Ari Zanareth"] [member="Renn Garrick"] | TCP
Enemies: CIC & Allies

TCP Testudo Reserve Fleet

Spoiler

Total Fleet: 8050 [+personal Arrow class interceptor]


CPS Argent: 100|100 Jast Disabler Destroyer

CPS Malevolent: 100|100 Jast Carrier Destroyer


CPS Elucidor: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Thorn: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Solomon: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Argonaut: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Marauder: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser


CPS Corynth: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Rapier: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Glave: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Martyr: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

Starfighters:

212 x Gala Fighters

39 x Peltast I Interceptor

1 x Arrow Class Interceptor

The assault had begun, the orders of high command had already been given through the comms, informing everyone that the battle for control in the Nyeon sector was about to go down with full force. Unlike his compatriots though, Credius decided not to immediately head on over, preferring to carefully plan his own place within the order in which the fleets would engage the enemy. After all, his job was a bit more precarious and covert.

Credius wasn't an official member to the Corporate Protectorate's military and politically, his ranking was merely that of a Quaestor Magister. However, next to Consul Zanareth, he was probably also the one with the most backdoor power and as he himself was backed with a near insurmountable wealth, assuming command of a fleet was relative easy work. Because of his lack of a formal military rank though, the Marquis simply decided to at the very least employ some of the faction's most efficient officers and soldiers in a privateer function, as this was to be the test for his own ships' worth within the military as well.

"How far are we with the preperations, Commander Harmon?" The marquis' voice almost boomed over the comms as his personal Arrow Class Interceptor landed in one of the hangars aboard the CPS Argent, his voice decisive and authorative even when talking to those who were part of the actual Corporate Protectorate Military. As expected, the response was rather quick, with the Commander already aboard the vessel explaining the progress.

"The Cruisers are all on standby, waiting for the last rounds to be checked and pre-emptively secured within the tubes. As per your demands, we've loaded up the Cluster concussion missiles, keeping the Ion missiles and High Yield missiles in reserve. All personel has been gathered and debriefed. We only await your command for the launch, Milord." It was a good thing to hear the stern, yet confident voice of the Commander over the comm as Credius climbed out of his personal interceptor, making his way to the closest elevator to get himself to the bridge. Calmly looking over the details on his datapad, the marquis noticed the current movements of both Zanareth's fleet and that of the Vice-Admiral, Major Commander Garrick. For a moment he couldn't help himself but grin slightly at that name, still finding it odd how such aboorishly brutal bounty hunter could instantly grab such a position, than again, he did vouch for the man, so perhaps that helped too.

"Welcome Aboard the CPS Argent, milord," The commander in his meticulously well-maintained uniform saluted the marquis the moment he set a single step upon the bridge, which was responded to with a simple nod. "Shall I inform all other commanders to input the coordinates and prepare for our jump through Hyperspace?"

"You may proceed," Credius simply gave the man a nod and walked to the front of the bridge, holding his arms behind his back while looking into the depths of the dark void of space. The corners of his lips curled upwards into a grin as the massive crimson colored gem upon his chest glimmered with a bloodred sheen. He did not wish to go against the Core Imperial Confederacy, but he understood that this was something which would've been unavoidable anyway. With two factions vying for control over the core, war was bound to break out at some point. "Keep the pocket Carriers at the back, hold the center with the Disabler and the Carrier Destroyer, adjust the Tyrant Cruisers to hold a defensive Vee formation. We need to maintain enough distance from the current engagements to hold position in relative safety."

With a boom, the ships all jumped into hyperspace, only exiting it far from the actual engagements, allowing for the marquis to hail both Vice Admiral Garrick and Consul Zanareth over the com, his holographic image instantly popping up near them if they'd answer the call. "The Testudo Reserve Fleet has entered the Nyeon system, Keep me posted of any engagements and changes within the situation, Lady Zanareth, Vice-Admiral Garrick." With a grumble and a motion of his hand, the marquis made sure Commander Harmon would know what he wanted, hailing Avery Regailis as well. "Lord Regailis, how soon may we expect to breach the shield around the penal colony? I'll deploy the Thorn and two of my pocket carriers to the asteroid when you give me the go, all you need to do is mark the areas you need to have bombarded with the outmost precision."

[member="Cypher Rage"] [member="Chris Walker"] [member="Ari Zanareth"] [member="Avery Regailis"]

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[Simon Meinrad]

Location:The Chalice
Allies: Core Imperial Confederation; [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"]
Enemies: Corporate Protectorate
Objective: Secure the Prison Complex and Defend it

Very...unique.

Nothing new from every star system he’d come across, experiencing something new from the atmosphere of the people. Different customs and ideas, along with the fauna and species belonging to that world. Nyeon was obviously different from other worlds, but it stood out on its own. Probably because it was still a mystery to him, just exactly how mysterious it was they had him stationed at a prison complex carved out from an asteroid. He was a Marine from the Fett genome, not some washed up pretentious guard that didn’t know a slick of combat. If anything the sloths of the Coruscant Guard would be a better pick for this, not him or his soldiers. He knew he was a clone and merely expendable, but it was an insult to have him being used for this.

A company of stormtroopers, roughly around one-hundred, accompanied Choruk at the complex all of them being Galactic Marines and in his unit. Most of them clones, and the minority of them were regular conscripts that managed to make the cut. The conscripts he despised the most as he believed his own genetics being superior than them and thinking they had no right to be in his unit. It disgusted him.

And when he heard that the rulers of Nyeon utilized clones of a different genetic model it didn’t sit well with Choruk.

Offbrand genetic mutts

Nothing seemed to please the Clone, nor did he try to search for it.

The only thing that mattered was completing his orders...even if he was placed in a dump like this.

But now his orders were about to change as the klaxons cried out in alarm, warning its allies that a hostile force was invading the system. Something to make this tolerable and to use his talents for what they were actually meant for.

”Howl, contact the general and pair him to my comms when you do,” the Commander ordered to one of his Clone brothers that was one of his officers. All those in his company reported in by their assigned officers, awaiting for further instructions.

”Make sure you got the safeties off your rifles,” which was code for them to check over their equipment.

”We await orders from the general; in the meantime let’s assure the inmates are settled in their cells and coordinate with the guards in this section.”

Hopefully there weren’t any inmates free from their cells due to scheduling. He wasn’t expecting them to cooperate with authorities given the circumstances as they were prisoners with nothing to lose. If they didn’t obey orders, there wouldn’t be any hesitation in using force. Doesn’t matter if it was excessive. Priorities were priorities, and he would always accomplish his mission.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Captain Marriskcal Lati - Du Couteau,
Commissariat for State Security & Force-Related Affairs
Location: Observation Deck of an Operation Theatre, Asteroid 404 "The Chalice", Nyeon
Objective: BYOO → Defend the Prison Complex
Allies: The Core Imperial Confederation, The Golden Company
Enemies: The Corporate Protectorate
Equipment: Uniform (Made of Shell Spider Silk), Lightsabre x2 (Azure & Cyan), and Throwing Knives

Though it was rare that one caught a glimpse of the being beneath the veneer, those who did found themselves wondering if the creature named Marriskcal Lati possessed even a shard of empathy within her being. Other than a lapse every so often, the blonde was an immaculate thespian, able to meander amongst the gilded and the vaunted like a mirrored reflection of themselves.

And with the auspices of the illustrious House Du Couteau resting on her gracile frame, the young lady found herself attaining an unexpected acquiescence from Totasku Industries in response to her request. While she may still be unversed with the silvered words favoured by politicians and magnates, it was clear even to one such as Marriskcal that she was only allowed as a means to provoke a sense of goodwill between the prominent corporation and her brother. Though the thought did not settle well within her, she bore the quiet displeasure with grace.

It was just another facet of her present life.

And the potential knowledge she may gain from this little endeavour was worth her ignoring the protective… tendencies she had when it came to the man she claimed as her brother.

Standing at the other side of the glasteel panels that separate the two beings from the operating theater, the captain had her gaze lowered, her eyes keen with fervent interest as it trailed after the movements of the doctor and medical droids as they performed a delicate surgical procedure on yet another nameless prisoner. As a being who possessed a touch that could heal, Marriskcal has always found herself captivated by the opportunity to learn, to know more about its methodology and how her influence over the Force would aid in providing succour.

But alas, as someone who once wore the crimson regalia of a Guard and sworn her loyalty and life to an unworthy Master, the blonde has many a deficiency in her person.

Her desire to understand.

Her need to find an answer to aid the younglings that found their way into her care.

If it meant she had to ignore ethics to learn, so be it.

Marriskcal has always been a selfish creature, after all.

“Let me know if you need a respite, Wulfe,” she finally spoke, her soft words echoing across the observation deck even as she turned to regard her companion. While the other commissar was an unfamiliar figure to her, the raven haired male was still a respected colleague. And thus, the young lady was willing to extend to him her tentative trust. “I realise that it is not the most riveting of subjects for most people.”

Allies​

[member="Cedric Wulfe"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"]
[member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"] | [member="CC-239"] | [member="Adaska Raythe"]

Enemies
[member="Nova Storyteller"] | [member="Fireson V'Trechen"] | [member="Avery Regailis"]
@etc.
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[Cypher Rage]

Grand Admiral Cypher Rage, Supreme Commander of the Protectorate Navy
CPS Once a Paragon Serving as Flagship (See Inventory)

When the Main Invasion Fleet Entered the system he could have sworn all hell broke loose. Almost Immediately all of the Carriers Discouraged their fighters and began to make a wedge formation in front of what Cypher called the 'Tip of the Spear'. "No Main Defense Fleet?" He asked in awe as if he was expecting some sort of Major Defense Fleet to be guarding his path to glory. "No Sir, however it seems as though a small, mostly insignificant Fleet has taken up guard near the Chalice." Reported Commander Kathryn Barnes also known as Rear Admiral Barnes. The native of Selvaris raised her hand and an Image of a First Generation Resurgent class Star Deastoyer appeared in holographic form. "If I had any guess, I would say that is the main command ship" she said. "Hmmm...move our Vanguard to the Front. Prepare our other diversion. It is not yet time to make some noise" he replied. The Rear Admiral relayed Cypher's orders to the Task Force Commanders who relayed the Order to their ship commanders. Cypher stood there unfrozen as thousands of Drop Pods made their way to the Surface.

Flagship - CPS Once a Paragon- Jast 1st Rate - 400m

Main Battleforce - 4000m

CPS Honor Bound - Jast Elite Destroyer
CPS War Hound - Jast Elite Destroyer
CPS Perseverance - Jast Elite Destroyer

Task Group Alpha - 1350m

CPS Oracle - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Curse - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Holy - Jast Pocket Carrier
CPS Raider - Jast 2cnd Rate

Task Group Bravo - 1350m

CPS Vangaurd - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Warden - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Conquerer - Jast Pocket Carrier
CPS Lawbringer - Jast 2cnd Rate

Task Group Auburn 1350m

CPS Peacekeeper - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Centurion - Jast Starfighter Killer Frigate
CPS Pride of Selvaris - Jast Pocket Carrier
CPS Xa Felonious - Jast 2cnd Rate

Carrier Group - 2700m

CPS Star Talon - Jast Carrier Destroyer
CPS Halcyon - Jast Carrier Destroyer
CPS Razor - Jast Carrier Destroyer



Marine Forces
1st Battalion Mechanized Infantry - 1000 infantry, 60 vehicles, 400 medical

2nd Battalion Armored - 500 infantry, 350 vehicles,

3rd Battalion Artillery - 550 infantry, 50 long range batteries

Action Summary:

- Main Battleforce is preparing to engage Enemy Naval Forces
- The First Battilon has deployed to the Atmosphere in order to lure the Imperial Garrison away from the Chalice
- The Battle is preparing to be waged

 

[Tanomas Graf]

High Chancellor Tanomas Graf​

Location: HMIS Avenger, en route to Coruscant​

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The azure tunnel of hyperspace engulfed the HMIS Avenger in an iridescent glow as it travelled faster than light on its way back to Coruscant. Tanomas had wanted to visit Kuat in person to witness the construction of one of the Confederation's newest star destroyers, a terrifying beast that appealed to the man's inner naval tradition. All he wanted now was to get back to the palace and be able to finish some paperwork in time for dinner, and maybe catch up with his daughter and see how she had been faring as of late.

But those wholesome thoughts would have to wait until another time, for a chime sounded throughout his study and he called for the interloper at the door to enter. It slid open to reveal the face of one Terek Praxon, the former other-half to Gromm Cardan, now looking older and more experienced. "My Lord, we've received transmissions from Nyeon - multiple hostile fleets have entered the system." He said, stepping inside to address the chancellor. Tanomas set aside the papers he was working on and stood up from the armchair, buttoning his jacket and turning towards the man. "To the bridge." He said firmly, beckoning Praxon to escort him.

Most of the bridge crew looked up as Praxon entered with the chancellor in tow, the Imperial guardsmen current on-duty attentively watching their charge. "Right, lads. I want a message sent out to all ships in Black Tempest - incursion at Nyeon, the banner rides." The older man stated cryptically, the communications officer nodding in acknowledgement as she went to work. "Wake the day crew, issue general quarters. Redirect the ship to Nyeon and use the auxiliary reactor to charge the shields while we're in hyperspace." Graf commanded, stepping forward to seat himself in the command throne.

He pressed down on a switch on the arm, a holographic heads-up display being projected in front of him. The next few minutes were spent gathering information on what had been happening thus far, his eyebrow angling upward when he noticed that the Golden Company was already present on the field. He silently brought out his datapad and typed up a quick encrypted transmission that would be sent to someone he knew was there: Mister Amon, contract to defend Nyeon from the Imperial government. Standard rate plus a bonus for any damage already done.

A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he remembered just how fearsome the dreaded Guerdon was, quotes from after-action reports flashing through his mind. There was one last matter that he needed to attend to before heading into battle, as he addressed the next transmission to Coruscant:

Prepare for joint session - war has arrived.

[member="Khonsu Amon"] | [member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"] | [member="Vindicta"] | [member="Cypher Rage"] | [member="CC-239"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"] | [member="Avery Regailis"] | [member="Chris Walker"] | [member="Adaska Raythe"]​

 

[Ari Zanareth]

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NEARBY OUTSIDE THE SYSTEM​

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Local Allies (Thus Far) ; [member="Renn Garrick"] [member="Cypher Rage"] [member="Credius Nargath"] [member="Chris Walker"]​

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[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vindicta"]​

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FLEET

Spoiler

TOTAL FLEET 8700m

Aurek Command

CPS Fang; Shield Class Destroyer
100/100

CPS Vengeance; Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

CPS Tomahawk; Jast Elite Destroyer
100/100

CPS Thunder; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Valour; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Hawk; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Anvil; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Dragon; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

CPS Dawn; Jast Carrier Destroyer
100/100

STARFIGHTERS

• 216 Jast Heavy Fighters

Besh Command

CPS Carrick; Jast Blackout
100/100

CPS Vector; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Denigrator; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Riptide; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Reagal; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Demon; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

CPS Crown; Jast pocket Carrier
100/100

STARFIGHTERS

• 228 Gala Fighters

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All hands had been scrambled. She had entered the bridge, taking her customary position behind Major Commander Richten. Most of the engagements started out like this, her observing his actions. Today would be a little different. As they were still just on the knife edge of the system her threat sensors were not ringing as normal. That was important for her.

"Major Commander."

"Consul."

It was a quick exchange. They barely spoke, as the two had developed a very close sort of shorthand with each-other. Most time either could predict the others actions, which led to a type of Synergy few leaders experienced. She sat onto the deck-plates, crossing her legs once more. The Hadzuska guard flanked her on either side.

Both hands clenched into fists and folded to rest on each thigh. Her back straightened, her head bowed, and her eyes closed once more.

The darkside flooded in, like a raging river after heavy rainfall. She exuded an aura of sickly purple about her, just a faint shimmer in the red lights of the blaring alarms. Her mind itself began to gather energy, molding it like a crafter sculpts clay under his hands. A literal dragnet of mental energy reached out into the battlefield, scrying the area....

"I sense fear. Someone is making a move to seek us out...."

Major Commander Richten nodded.

"Prepare jump calculations based upon our sensor scope data. Three sets. I want option on when and how we enter."

This part of the plan was not handled solely by voice command of the Ship. Instead the XO and Navigation team leaned into the holo tank with map markers, and began to mark possible entry and exit points.

"Interdiction is active in the system Sir, once we get in, we can't get out."

It was a burden. It meant their original tactics would have to shift. But they were adaptable, that's why they had survived.

Ruthless Pragmatism....

Seize the Opportunity.....

"Headings Complete Sir."

"Stand bye for Jump, on my Mark."

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Fleet:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-th2cOPs3N9_IazH8T0xTFUTBhE-Jx27BguG-D2c5E0

Now was not the time for them to use trickery. “This is Renn, get out here before we have to deal with more ships than three can handle.” In a Private comms link with Tacer. “Hold position until I say so.” The disabler would then drop its Interdict Field and many ships would jump from hyperspace. The second Typhoon sat behind with the other Typhoon flanked by two pocket carriers with their squadrons deployed to protect them. Ten Skirmishers would be on both sides of the Typhoon and three above it with another three below it. (2 on the left and right, 3 on the top and bottom, and two pocket carriers behind them). Then his Middle destroyer would appear it would position itself in front of the typhoons and would next to the disabler.

Renn sat there and said into comms. “Disperse I want a squadron from the pocket carrier defending that Missile Destroyer, Typhoon two deploy your squadrons in defense of your ships. Missile cut away from the group and sit in the back.” He was planning something, but after it was all done everything was silent, then the Raging Storm turned and the entire fleet pulled up next to him. The distance was great enough to deploy his interdict field yet again.

[member="Ari Zanareth"][member="Tanomas Graf"][member="Cypher Rage"][member="Marriskcal Lati"]@CC-239@Credius Nargath[member="Adaska Raythe"]@Vindicta@Chris Walker[member="Khonsu Amon"][member="Theodore Royce-Clarke"][member="Avery Regailis"][member="Fireson V'Trechen"]

 

[LT-137]

Location: Mid Rim and Core Worlds Region Border // Nyon Pass // Nyeon - Inner System Gulf.
Destination: Asteroid Penal Colony; Designation: “The Chalice.”
Objective: Break the Interdiction and Vanguard Forces.
Allies: The Golden Company, The Core Imperial Confederation.
Enemies: The Corporate Protectorate.
Naval Complement: Thyrsian Classis I - The Myrmidons.

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GCV “Guerdon” - Resurgent Class Battlecruiser.​

Command Deck.

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Ever since the ‘Guerdon’ was spirited away from the smouldering ruins of the Ison Corridor, the sprawling warship found new life in the service of the Golden Company. The vessel began a long career as the ‘Eidolon’ and served under the banner of the original First Order; back when their ageing Supreme Leader led the charge and struck down the nascent New Republic. From the salvaged records, the Eidolon fought against the warbands that flew the Starbird of the Resistance for years and kept fighting thereafter, even when the First Order was once again forced beyond the territories of the Outer Rim by unknown means. When the second incarnation of the First Imperial regime re-appeared, the ‘Eidolon’ was found at the head of their Vanguard as they swept across the Western Reaches of the Galaxy.

Even though the warship was centuries old, the Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer was still a fearsome opponent to engage in the spatial battlefront. This factor was only enhanced beyond the point of insanity when the ‘Eidolon’ was finally defeated in combat against the Thyrsian Warships bearing the sigils of the Golden Company. With this prize or pilfered reward in hand, the Thychani Technicians and their Coruscanti counterparts tore out the guts of the ageing vessel and replaced them with new, advanced technologies. The vessel would retain a similar sensor-profile to her former comrades, but when the battle was joined? That’s when the true majesty of the reforged Resurgent battleship would come to light.

Her broadside batteries were some of the most dangerous weapons in the Galaxy, not only capable of punching through conventional shielding as if it didn’t exist - but almost instantaneously melting durasteel as well. Their power was akin to the sustained turbolasers that the armies of the ancient Galactic Republic once utilized aboard the ventral hangars of their Venator-Class Star Destroyers; which were capable of punching through, and cleaving a Star Frigate in twain. Thus, when the ‘Guerdon’s Sustained Solar Lances rang hot and spear out into the depths of the void, death would follow in their wake. However, because of their placement and the Starship’s current projected trajectory, those ship-killing weapons were forcibly kept in their proverbial holsters.

It would’ve been a waste to unleash their accrued lethality against a stationary trio of warships, with an active Interdiction field.

Those hostile warships wouldn’t be alone for long, however, as the ‘Guerdon’s advanced sensor array, alongside the partially established intelligence web created by the automated drones, detected multiple cronau radiation bursts near the edge of the system. Nearly Fourty-Nine Capital Ships translated from hyperspace, stretching back into reality with staggered flickers of pseudomotion. Their shields were cycled, and their weapons were primed and running hot. Strike craft began pouring out of their hangar bays, disgorged at what others would consider alarming rates. Nearly three-hundred crimson icons materialized on the tactical display; bathing the outermost edge of the star system with hostile targets. Normally, traditional naval Captains would balk at such an egregious display of power, and wait for reinforcements to even the playing field.

However, the Shipmistress of the Guerdon was anything but traditional. Her lips were pulled back into a grin, made rictus by the puckering scar tissue that marked her once-beautiful Hapan features.

“No chance for boredom now, Eh?” Khonsu said, with a sly smile peeling back his lips.

Astarii ignored the man’s baiting words, electing to focus on the ever-shifting holographic image arrayed before her. Their collective formations were staggered but slowly began to change into something more orderly as the ‘Guerdon’ burned hard towards their lines. The warships of the Corporate Protectorate lacked the unison, and precision that the Thyrsian’s had come to expect in well-trained and disciplined navies. It seemed that one Commander saw fit to array his fleet into a chevron - or speartip formation - whilst others simply sought to place their Carriers behind proverbial walls of turbolasers and metal. They were, in Astarii’s eyes, an ad-hoc collection of Commanders who spent months studying ancient Imperial Warlords, and nautical tactics, before stepping out onto the battlefield for the first time.

It was likely they believed themselves to be superior to the ‘Guerdon’ and that their numerical advantage would carry the day. Their spatial positioning was even textbook in some cultures and through a combination of experience and variable simulations, Astarii was able to divine their next move. Their Vanguard Force was meant to draw the attention of the Nyoenese Defenders, and drag them into a deadly ambush as their Main Force micro-jumped from the system’s edge into carefully planned positions around the Planetary Defence Force. It would’ve worked, had Nyeon been a system populated by patriotic people. Instead, they were very cruel and self-centred. Their Defence Fleet remained stationed around the Planet proper, which in turn was defended by the only Shield Gate in the system.

So, if this was their plan, the ‘Guerdon’ would sail headfirst into their supposed trap, and undoubtedly emerge unscathed.

“Thruster Command!” Astarii barked, as the display before her updated once more. “Run out our lateral vents and prime them for defensive maneuvers. I want the ship ready for whatever the enemy has planned.” Her words were followed by a crisp, wordless salute, and a mumble of distant orders being passed down through the chain of command. She never asked her Command Crew to voice their acknowledgement of her orders. It was something that simply took too much away from the task at hand when such time would be better spent keeping the throng of enlisted and commissioned personnel focused on their duties. So, while she accepted the diversity of a mixed crew - it still warmed her blackened heart when the odd gesture of respect occurred.

Her rictus grin slowly began to fade, as the ‘Guerdon’ raced ever-closer. The warship was a battleship, and for that reason alone she was slower than the vast array of hostile craft arrayed before her gilded prow. It would take time for the warship to spear into the heart of the enemy formation(s) at the edge of the system. Yet, if they kept to their textbook plan of ambushing whoever took their obvious bait? Well, that would make things all the better. Not only would the Corporate Protectorate close the astronomical gap between the two lines, but it would put them well-within optimal firing range of the ‘Guerdon’s primary arsenal. While her turbolasers and ion cannons were out of effective firing range, the former First Order vessel was outfitted with a deadly array of twinned railgun turrets; whose range was infinite so long as the discharged projectile didn’t impact their intended target. She could strike her distant foes, if she wanted, and ruin their best-laid plans before they could transpire. But that wouldn’t be any fun. She wanted them to close the gap, and to learn the awe-inspiring majesty of the advanced technologies wrought by Thyrsian hands.

It was in that moment when the ‘Guerdon’s guns began sighting and tracking possible targets, that the Protectorate Vanguard sprung into action. Their Interdiction field began to cycle down, which allowed for starships without the appropriate countermeasures, to utilize their hyperdrives and accelerate to lightspeed. When the artificial field was dispersed, several enemy warships took advantage and jumped into the heart of the system proper. Several held the sensor profile of transports, while others were more notably defined as Cruisers, Frigates, Destroyers and Carriers. It seemed the former sought to take advantage of the lack of naval presence over the asteroid penal colony and ferry soldiers to the surface, or fire them through the void entombed within drop pods. While the latter portion of the aforementioned vessels sought to further reinforce the Vanguard - likely done to even the odds between the various classifications of warships, and the approaching ‘Guerdon.’

Khonsu found himself chuckling at that moment. If they only knew. Without reviewing the tactical map as it updated yet again, the Supreme Sun Guardian ordered the deployment of a Vigilante Minefield in their wake. It was a common tactic amongst the stars to utilize a planet’s natural gravity well, and an artificial one, to calculate precise micro-jumps behind Battleships such as the ‘Guerdon.’ While it seemed unlikely, the Thyrsian couldn’t leave such a situation up to chance. His Flagship was alone and unsupported. Although it was completely possible to utterly annihilate the enemy Armada through sheer firepower alone, there were a chance things could turn against them in a blink of an eye. Therefore, in his mind, it was better to be prepared than to be found wanting when the worst possible scenario occurs. And so, from the dozen of Space-Mine Ejectors situated at the vessel’s stern, came forth a stream of Vigilante Mines - which utilized miniaturized chemical thrusters to automatically take their place amongst the stars.

With the self-deploying minefield at their back and the information dumped into the encrypted channels of the Thyrsian and Core Imperial BattleNets, the ‘Guerdon’ was free to focus on the growing assortment of ships situated before her gilded prow.

When the tactical display updated once more, Khonsu swore that he heard Astarii chuckle. Their sensors indicated that the Protectorate Vanguard was re-establishing their Interdiction Field in the hopes of keeping the ‘Guerdon’ and the Nyeonese Defence Fleet from withdrawing from the system. While Interdiction warfare sought to change the way that naval battles were fought, by ensuring your enemy fought on your terms, there was a distinct counter-measure that was devised by the Bakurans that would ensure friendly warships would get to their destination and not be pulled, prematurely, out of hyperspace. Almost every single starship within the Thyrsian armoury was outfitted with their counter-measure, and their primary systems wouldn’t be affected by the reported malfunctions brought about by hyperdrive safety protocols. The Golden Company would arrive exactly where they intended to arrive, whenever they reached the boundaries of Nyeon’s planetary sphere of influence.

What Khonsu assumed Astarii was chuckling about, was the fact that in activating their gravity wells, the Protectorate Vanguard was proverbially offering themselves as sacrificial lambs for the slaughter. Though his naval expertise was minimal, if the man was in that Hapan’s shoes, it was likely that he too would’ve been fighting to stifle a chortle. Pushing aside the assumption and it’s accompanying notions, the Warlord turned his dark gaze back towards the tactical display; watching as the first of the enemy vessels came within optimal firing range of their weapons. He could only imagine the excitement that rippled through Astarii’s core, as she gave the order to target the central warships that formed the heart of the Protectorate Vanguard. With several starships surrounding the undesignated Cruiser on all sides, it wasn’t hard for the ‘Guerdon’s automated ventral and dorsal weapons arrays to lock-onto their stationary targets.

Naturally, the central computer core and the Artificial Intelligence that was housed within kept adjusting the projected trajectory of their automated turrets, accounting for the ‘Guerdon’s forward momentum. Hundreds of fire-linked weapons snapped into position, doubtlessly triggering a cavalcade of warning runes or alarms throughout the starships that formed the Protectorate Vanguard. The first weapons affixed to the Battleship’s hull to unleash their deadly payloads were the turreted warhead launchers, which fired a volley of fourty-eight dumb-fired assault concussion missiles. They streaked through the stars with the dual purpose of drawing the fighter screen away from the larger vessels and potentially detonating against the forward, undesignated cruiser.

Either way, those missiles were expendable in the grand scheme of things, as it was likely they’d do little damage against the kinetic shielding encapsulating that ship; should a handful survive the anticipated PDC interception spread.

The second array of weapons that fired next, were the massed turbolaser cannonades combined with a multitude of ion cannons and the exotic Hyperion-Variants of the solar lance. Nearly One Hundred Quad kyber-enhanced Turbolasers and Ion cannons swiveled into position, each of which found themselves targeting the visible Frigates that took formation around the forward-most Cruiser. As they were on the same plane, the ‘Guerdon’ was incapable of hitting the warships stationed behind their armoured counterparts. While that wasn’t ideal, it would just mean that the Battleship would have to barrel through their opposition, cutting them down with every successive volley. In addition to the Eight-hundred enhanced Turbolaser barrels and Ion cannons, Two-hundred Hyperion-variant Solar Lances would snap towards the leading Cruiser and accrue the requisite lethality.

When they eventually fired, their ochre beams would spear through the expected conventional deflector shielding and directly impact the hull beneath. Should that hull and armour plating be forged of Durasteel, or materials akin to the conventional alloy, the plating would melt beneath the solarized plasmatic onslaught.

With that count reaching nearly One thousand barrels, that number was further increased by the addition of Two-hundred twin-barreled Railguns and Ion cannons to a total of One-thousand and Four hundred. Such firepower would decimate entire battlegroups, and when the order was given - the bespeckled canvas of night erupted in a kaleidoscope of emerald, sapphire, and topaz light; bursting forth in a deadly staccato.

Destruction would surely follow as the Battlecruiser sought to sink her personified fangs into the Cruisers, Frigates, Carriers and Destroyers arrayed before her.

The Golden Company would more than earn their keep this day.​

| [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Ari Zanareth"] | [member="Cypher Rage"] | [member="Credius Nargath"] | [member="Chris Walker"] |​

| [member="Vindicta"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] |​

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Action Summary:

• The 'Guerdon' continues advancing towards Renn Garrick's Vanguard, and deploys Vigilante Mines from Stern Ejectors. As the minefield automatically forms, the information is transmitted across the Thyrsian and Core Imperial BattleNet.
• As the Vanguard comes within optimal weapons range, the 'Guerdon' opens fire with 100 Quad kyber-enhanced Turbolasers, 100 Quad Ion cannons, 48 Assault concussion missiles, 200 Dual Solar lances, 200 Dual Railguns, 200 Dual Ion cannons at the Ten Skirmisher I Class Frigates, Disabler Destroyer, Pocket Carrier I and Missile Destroyer located at the front of the enemy formation. All targets are written as stationary, haven recently arrived via hyperspace jump.
• The Hyperion-variant Solar Lance (Thyrsian Turbolaser Variant; See Link for Details.) ignores standard deflector shielding, dealing "direct damage" to the starship's hull. Should the hull or armour plating be made from Durasteel, it will melt - possibly breaching through to decks beneath. Note: Despite listed capabilities, damage is called by opposition.
• While unmentioned, the remaining vessels of Classis I and Classis II race towards the Nyeon System.

 

[Credius Nargath]

Location: Assembling in Protectorate space, Arriving shortly within Nyeon system
Objective: Support role, reserve
Allies: [member="Ari Zanareth"] [member="Renn Garrick"] | TCP
Enemies: CIC & Allies

TCP Testudo Reserve Fleet

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Total Fleet: 8050 [+personal Arrow class interceptor]


CPS Argent: 100|100 Jast Disabler Destroyer

CPS Malevolent: 100|100 Jast Carrier Destroyer


CPS Elucidor: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Thorn: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Solomon: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Argonaut: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser

CPS Marauder: 100|100 Tyrant Missile Cruiser


CPS Corynth: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Rapier: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Glave: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

CPS Martyr: 100|100 Jast Pocket Carrier

Starfighters:

212 x Gala Fighters

39 x Peltast I Interceptor

1 x Arrow Class Interceptor

The theatre of this invasion was shifting and from aboard the CPS Argent, Credius carefully watched the signals the ensigns were looking at from within the well. In the meantime, Commander Harmon took it upon himself to analyze the situation and to continue coordinating the Testudo Fleet's advance on the primary target: the penal colony. Though Credius wondered what even would be the benefit of capturing the system, he decided it best to not voice such opinions too prematurely. While the ensigns were still scrambling to get a grip on what was happening, the Marquis called over Commander Harmon and pointed coldly to a spot within space, which was ofcourse the planetoid they were going for within the Nyeon system. "Go fetch me the readouts of that section of space, Commander..."

With a brief nod, the commander walked down the well and talked to one of the ensigns, looking at the readouts and growing very grim when checking the callsigns and signals they were getting. "Milord...as far as my personal knowledge goes and the desciption...I believe Major Commander Garrick is engaging...the Golden Company."

The Marquis instantly noticed how grim his commander's face turned when looking at the readouts. He too had heard quite a lot about this mercenary organization. They held quite the incredible force, with technology most factions within the galaxy would pay a fortune for just to catch a glimpse at it. Brutal, efficient and lead by a man who could be called amonster of war: Khonsu Amon. "The Golden company...that does indeed makes things more...complex," The marquis let out a sigh and walked over to the central control hub, pressing a few buttons as a hologram appeared, a hologram depicting a massive warship to which any of the cruisers Credius was commanding at this point paled in comparison. Its reputation was...impressive, having served not only the First Order, but also the forlorn galactic empire, ending up in the hands of that mercenary warmonger, retrofitted with their priceless technology and updated to modern standards, those mercenaries actually had something in their hands which could pose a threat to the success of this mission. "This ship will not be easy to force into submission. Just as its current owner, it has seen wars and has only come stronger out of it. It is an inspiring vessel, full of secrets and if I may dare say so, superior to any of the ships we have brought to this forray...but nonetheless, everything has a weakness, so does that ship. Be it a physical weak point or the men running it, I will force them to yield."

Swiping his hand acroos the board, removing the hologram of the ship and replacing it with another, the marquis smiled. With the ships reaching their maximum speed, they'd be able to reach the planetoid well within the margins he had given himself. Looking at the readings, the graphs and the callsigns, it was obvious that Consul Zanareth was en route as well. The Core Imperial Federation was a formidable threat to the protectorate's expansion, yet still, Credius foresaw an opportunity to change the tide, if only the others would be willing to coordinate. "Have a squad of interceptors scout ahead, keep them far enough away from the engagements, I only wish to better assess the situation."

"As you command, Milord," Commander Harmon immediately relayed the marquis' order to one of the lieutenants of the interceptor squadrons aboard the CPS Argent. In the meantime, Credius decided to hail not any of his own captains, nor any of the Protectorate's top brass. No, he hailed the one person upon this battlefield who he respected as a warlord, a titan of conquest: Khonsu Amon. Hoping that they could have a word, after all...why couldn't soldiers be civilized?

ACTIONS:

-Sending squadron of 8 Interceptors to scout ahead en route to the prison planetoid.
-Hailing [member="Khonsu Amon"]