[member="Xavka Duquo"]
"A Stygem-based stealth craft," Deus repeated, his arms drawn back to cross over his dark-clad chest, weathered and worn by time and battle; his eyes were heavy, for in such reality, where the momentum of choice drew his necessity, the familiar weight of responsibility laid heavy upon him as a burden - he felt as if aged an additional decade in mere moments. "Only you; that is a heavy price to pay - a lone saboteur is a dangerous weapon, and a double-edged sword. There are both benefits and risks to such a task, and operating as a team is much more preferable - but I will honor your suggestion upon reason; you, alone, will take far longer than a team, and, as such, our allies will be put in further danger. The defense fleet will jump prematurely to draw their fire, to reduce casualties, we'll also involve additional infiltration using smaller craft should you take too long - I've taken liberty to recruit a few squad's worth of talented marines; you, on the other hand, will be expected to disable no less than three of the main functions, as discussed here, obtain a map dictating the layout of the station, all before our fleet is annihilated. From there the additional defense-oriented frigates, now treated as reinforcements, will jump to the station and our original strategy will commence."
The Fleet Commander began to pace along the length of the table, nodding his head in approval; there was a whir - a strong, mechanical noise - and, suddenly, a small figure nearly crashed into the table. A small agromech droid, steel blue and screeching oddly; Deus sought to introduce him, "R4-68, you'll take him with you." The droid beeped in response, honking, "Arfor = pleasure to meet. // R4 = ready for action!"
"Shut up," interrupted Deus before continuing; "Anyways, we'll be able to hold our own for a decent amount of time - though we'll maintain a fair bit of causalities. I'll also be present in the initial assault, to boost moral and to show my support to the cause; nothing would be more self-destructive than to hide once my own forces reach their places upon the front. Though I'm not as suicidal to take the brunt of the enemy fire - the frigates shall do so for me, you have a very, very, rigid time frame in which the mission must be completed entirely; and once you're done, we'll begin the attack immediately, so you better be a good runner as well. Every step you take will help us make a push in the battle, so what I place upon you is no mere mission; it is the lives of every single one of us involved, including those below - you are being given the keystone mission to our success and if you fail, we all do." Perhaps an exaggeration, for Deus was of no simple mind; he kept his true resources hidden, from all, and perchance even himself; he sought for the future, and saw only their survival as strength to the future's degree of naval might - such was his passion and his true mission. Meanwhile, Arfor plugged into the table and the holographic images began to move with startling accuracy, strategically and statistically playing out the mission before them with the provided information.
"To summarize, we'll fething-"
"Language, sir," interrupted Plathiss.
"Thank you, Plathiss," replied Deus calmly before repeating himself: "To summarize, we'll begin by dispatching Xavka Duquo aboard his Stygem-based stealth craft, given an undisclosed amount of equipment, in addition to what he wills to requisition from our quartermaster, and will infiltrate the enemy station, which we will designate as Prime - as in the primary target, but to be fair, it sounds far more epic and it compliments the heroism of our mission." He blinked at himself. "From there the Insurgent, with myself aboard, in addition to three Ritoru-class Light Frigates and two Shadow-class Corvettes will jump here." And so it was, with the six models popping into frame in the given position, a few good klicks from Prime but close enough to engage the blockade, and unite with their fellow ships. "We'll press the enemy fleet - these ships are designed to take heavy damage - and the corvettes will annihilate enemy bombers with the assistance of our given squadrons; they will largely be composed of volunteers, but it will be of no concern - they all will request to come out of patriotism. We'll get our ground forces to the planet, through the blockade and buy you some time - while they're focused on us they should be less concerned about internal security; you'll cripple as much as you can within the time frame without getting spotted, and you'll retrieve for us plans detailing the stations composition using the droid."
By this time, upon the map, two of the frigates and one corvette had shattered, and their holographic skeletons gently descended towards the planet's surface in ominous fashion; it was a sight that struck a grim cord with Deus, but one not expressed, and certainly not unexpected. "Once your job is done, three additional Ritoru-class frigates will jump in triangular formation around Prime, each at different levels, and will assail the station with unbidden firepower. The attack will certainly warrant part of the fleet's attention and will grant us less resistance on our end - once the enemy has once again been successfully distracted, our side will be bolstered by additional light frigate reinforcements and two Hanzai-class Heavy Cruisers will jump into the fray on your end and attack the critical weak points outlined during your espionage. I would greatly encourage you to board one of the vessels soon after and offer your assistance repelling potential boarding parties." One of the Hanzai cruisers exploded upon the map. "Preferably not that one. By that point make the assumption we've disabled - not destroyed - Prime. You and the offensive fleet will crush the remaining enemy forces between the stalwart defense fleet, locked in wedge formation to pierce whatever lines of defense they build, and will crush them. Meanwhile our additional, cheap, transport crafts will ferry our remaining, surprise soldiers to the surface to bolster the ground offensive and secure us some medals. The enemy fleet will be destroyed and our expected losses for this campaign are at-"
A holographic number appeared upon the map, visible to all present advisers, which Deus announced quietly with solemn tone, "Thirty-five point six repeating percent."
