The Republic Counter-Invasion of Prakith [Republic vs. One Sith]

[Vrag]

LOCATION: Prak city spaceport
OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Darth Venefica"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Ronan Dyre"] | Tagging everyone since it’s invasion start. PM if you wish to be left out.
ENEMIES: The Republic

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She wasn’t on the historical planet of the One Sith for any special purpose, so to speak, but it was rather customary for the members of the order to make an appearance on the fabled former capital at least once. If for nothing else, then simply to soak in the Dark Force that permeated the world inside and out, for the planet had been absorbing it for decades on end, growing ever more sinister in its own right.

Not that Vrag cared much for these things, or the Force itself in particular — to her it was little more than a very versatile tool — but it was a pilgrimage each Sith was expected to make, and the rules held no different for the firrerreo no matter how much she wished it to be so.

As such, her trip wasn’t quite as enjoyable as it was for some, and the air, pregnant with the Dark side, was almost stifling to the woman. It was why she decided to cut her tour short and make camp in the spaceport in hopes of a chance for an early escape from the clutches of the overbearing planet. The calls for mobilization and emergency protocols found her quite bored and, honestly, yearning for a change of pace, which made for a very eager murderer indeed.

On her better days, the Sith was one of the kinder ones — if such an adjective could ever be used in conjunction with that particular word — but today most certainly didn’t fall into that admittedly narrow category. The armored woman was on her feet in a matter of seconds and her hand flew to her earpiece, mouth almost outpacing her fingers.

“Reverance, what the hell is going on?”

 

[Reverance]

Location: Prak City Spaceport
Objective: Objecitve 1
Allies: One Sith, [member="Vrag"], [member="Darth Adekos"]
Enemies: Pubs

The clear screen, across the wrist, indicated an incoming transmission from [member="Vrag"]. The hand smiled...well, maybe a smirk was a better way to describe the expression. He had heard of the Sith Knights work on previous dominions and had even seen the remnants of her work on Manaan. But up until this point, he hadn't had the opportunity for direct contact. Nevertheless, for what appeared to be the coming of trying times, it was good to know that he wasn't the only one in the spaceport - likely one of the more valuable targets on the planet.

"Vrag..." He spoke in his typical growl, equipped with the sort of mystic omniscience that came with the territory of Hand of the Dark Lord. "I'm not quite sure...." He looked up towards the viewscreens, indicating a general emergency. He knew, from past experiences, that if ships entered into planets scanning range, without pass codes, the spaceport was notified just based on emergency protocol. Or maybe it was because fleets were exiting hyperspace and charging their main weapons, preparing to engage the defense force. That's when the sirens intensified and the view screens changed from flashing blue to flashing red. He decided, in that moment, that it was likely the latter and that was further bolstered by the powering up of the phase and ray shields around the space port. Walking over to the transparisteel window, he watched the AA turrets come to life and he removed himself from the view.

"Perhaps we are being haunted for the sins of our conquest..." Or maybe it's just an error, he thought, questioning the sanity of a force attacking this planet. He clicked the arm band, sending his location over heavily encrypted One Sith channels to Vrag and his vong troops. Given the recent change in urgency, plans for leaving the planet were canceled for the time being.

 

[Isar]

LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Spaceport
ALLIES: [member="Darth Adekos"]
ENEMIES: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

An idle paw, encumbered by a gauntlet, stroked at the limp gray hair of a shrunken head, centerpiece of a tribal bone necklace. Shriveled, gray features resisted scrutiny and recognition, making the withered face but another perplexing ornamentation on a figure who seemed to take pleasure in befuddling convention. For to match tribal head covering and necklace, the brown-furred miscreant wore twin gauntlets, whose surfaces gleamed with the polished perfection of technological prowess. On top of it all, a chain the hue of burnished bronze was wrapped around his waist. One end of the chain terminated in what appeared to be the distinctive shape of a lightsaber emitter, solid looking, though lacking the more garish appeal of more traditional pieces.

At the words of his taller, paler, and far less hairy companion, the Ewok turned, transfixing the Sith Lord with eyes resembling the slick-black of tar pits. Wary should be the foe who brought a spark to them, or who wandered too far in to their gaze.

The restless, stroking paw ceased tender caresses of the shrunken head and moved down to give his new weapon some affection.

"Ziost slavers. Dead now. Bone trink-eets in collection. Want to see? I show you."

 

[Mariya Pyne]

Location: Prakith, approaching orbit.
Objective: Engage and destroy the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"]
Enemies: Sith Fleet
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Kayleigh sat aboard the Remembrance.This would be her first combat scenario in some time, not counting small skirmishes here and there by pirates and smugglers. Exiting hyperspace she looked out at the planet of Prakith. A jewel of the Sith, a heavily fortified world full of countless horrors. Today would be the day to liberate that world. "Let's give 'em hell boys!" Kayleigh made a number of minor adjustments to her systems, ensured that the primary and secondary shields were operating at peak capacity for the upcoming battle, and then looked over toward [member="Jack Rand"]. "You ready? Let's hunt us some Sith warships, partner."

Turning back toward the admiral she relayed the data she was provided by the ships relay. "Shields at maximum. Broadhead formation complete. Lt. Commander Shapochka of the Righteous checking in, as well as the Noblesse Oblige. All ships standing by for further orders, Admiral."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Enroute to Sith Citadel
Objective: Kill Isolda
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"]

As the huntress stretched out her mind in search of their quarry, Ryan Korr sought to pilot through the Sith fleet that hung like a swarm of crows on the horizon, backlit by the planet behind them. The Stealth X's gravitic modulator, photon absorber, and thermal dissipators prevented detection. Alone, each piece of equipment would have done a passable job at rendering the star fighter invisible, but when put in unison the threshold for an enemy sensor spotting them was incredibly low. Only one technology existed that could counteract the gravitic modulator, but to Ryan Korr's knowledge... the Sith didn't possess it. Though, even if they had the equipment the chances of spotting a single X-wing and then caring enough to hunt it down amidst the hurricane of Republic ships poised to roll against the Sith were slim indeed.

Ryan sped past skirmish corvettes and deep into the open maw of the monolithic destroyers. Enormous constructions of durasteel soon surrounded the tiny craft on all sides. Korr held his breath as they whipped past, a single matte-black vessel in a sea of dull grey giants.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: The Citadel
Objective :

• Protect the Citadel
• Seethe in the Power of the Darkside

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Lady Exedō"]
• [member="Darth Vornskr"]
• [member="Darth Nephthys"]
• [member="Harley"]
• [member="Randial"]
• [member="Yusan Fenn"]
• [member="Sena Lassiter"]
• [member="SV-421"]
• 
  [member="GC-9001"]

Foes: Republic/Jedi
Music: Godzilla

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T H E C I T A D E L ​

I am a Vessel for the One.​

I am Her Voice.​

Her Will. My Hand. ​

Sitting in meditation, the Vahla Darth would quietly delve deeper into the darkside of the Force. As a Vahla, she had a natural affinity towards the Bogan Goddess, and much like her mother, would submit to the will of the embodiment of destruction and the Darkside of the Force.

They had come. Word would spread, they had ample warning. Not that it mattered. Prakith was a fortress world.

Here, within the Citadel, the former temple of the Dark Lord, lay the original fount of power that the One Sith used to plan their secret shadowy plots months prior to the attack on Coruscant. It was here that they made their fortifications. Where they cast the breeding grounds of the Yuuzhan Vong. Where they trained and tested themselves. Where they saw the might of the One Sith bloom as the original Capital of what was one Krayt's former Empire.

Here, the Dark Lord had once sat upon his throne. Here, they had all come to a knee before the Dark Lord. Here, they had all received their Dark Mark that would be the sigil of their participation to the vision.

His Vision.

All due to Her Glory. Her name.

For the One.

Come what may, what manner of opposition, Darth Nephthys would be her brethren's shield.

Much like Alderaan, they would find that the path towards the Keep would not be one so easily walked upon. Anti air turrets and Yuuzhan Vong Rakamats would stand at the ready to defend. Firebreathers would writhe, stretching out their arms at the ready alongside the particle and Ray shield generators scattered around for the citadel.

There was more. Far more than just this. But now was not the time. No. The defenses of the Citadel belonged to the One Sith. Several large thamasshes hung from light posts and ruined pillars, thickening the air, reducing visibility heavily around the keep.



C I T A D E L N P C F O R C E S U N D E R D A R T H N E P T H Y S' C O M M A N D

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LOCATION: The Citadel
Objective: Defend
Controler: Nepthys

• Rakamathttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rakamat : 20
• Firebreathershttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Fire_Breather: 5 - Spreading out.
• Umrachhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Umrach: 2000 - inside and outside the citadel
• Skrall:http://starwarsrp.net/topic/35774-skraal/ 5000 - in the lower levels
• Implantehttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Implanterr: 2000 - around and inside the citadel
• Yargh'unhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yargh'un: 2000 - around and inside the citadel
• Grokata : 10
• Yuuzhan Vong Soldiers: 20,000 with Yuuzhan Vong crab armor treated with the Baffor Worm. Applicable weaponry such as razor bugs, Spark bugs, singularity mines, borash jelly, and all other normal vong weapons apply - all over the citadel and grounds.
• Slayers:http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Slayers 1000 - inside the citadel

• Tartoros-Class Walkerhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/12120-tartoros-class-walker-alpha-model/: 100 - across the grounds
• AT-LAWhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/31391-at-law/: 500 - Across the grounds
• AT-AWhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/35760-at-aw/ : 200 - across the grounds
• AT-HKhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/35727-at-hk/: 500 - across the grounds
• 100 Scouts using LC-S10 - scouting the area
• shield generatorshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Deflector_shield Inactive

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Location: The Dauntless (Dark Blade Dreadnought), Prakith orbit, trailing behind its moon to avoid detection.
Objective: Sit tight and wait for the signal
Allies: [member="Boan Rein"] [member="Darth Arcis"]
Enemies: [member="Friedrich Stahlmann"] [member="Camellia Swift"]

Taeli sighed as the warning klaxons of an incoming fleet. After the events of Kashyyyk, she had decided to begin studying the Dark Blade in preparation for designing the next-gen Star Destroyer for Krayt Industries, but now an annoyance was occurring. Heading to the bridge, she strode forth, her dress and cape billowing around her.

"Report," she ordered.

"Large Republic fleet has arrived according to the information we are receiving, my Lady," the commander stated, saluting. "Commander Rain has assumed overall command of the fleet and. . ."

"Very well, we shall hold here with the other Dark Blade and await the chance to catch the Republic unaware then," Taeli said, stretching and sitting down in the command chair. Pulling out her datapad, she began typing notes on the project she was working on, and the long and tedious work of designing the schematics.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Location: Inqusition Gunship
Objective: spaceport
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"], Republic and friends
Enemy: all of the sith

As Inqusition came into orbit the ship was instantly caught in a frenzy of fire, pulling into evasive action she maneged to not get hit from the volley of shots. with nothing behind her she open up the com channel to camellia's ship "Come in Nobles Oblige This is Sanya Val Lerium with the Jedi order I'm requesting permission to land and stock up"

Sanya never carried the misses aboard her ship, it was pointless to carry them when just going to a to b but hey this time they where needed, especially if she was going to support the ground efforts. within moments after setting her course to get closer to the republic vessels two star fighters found there way behind her ship, the normal tactic would to try and shake them but these where train pilots she was dealing with.

Sanya pulled back on the throttle and used the RCS to flip the ship 180° and open fire. she managed to destroy one and damage the other before passing her, "no one shoots at my ship and gets away with it" lucky the shields held up and no paint was gone 'hopefully' she pushed her throttle back to the Max and started to fly towards the republic vessels again.

 

[Caulder Dune]

LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Spaceport
ALLIES: [member="Warok the Defiler"]
ENEMIES: Vulpesen | Alexandra Lianne Feanor


Slavers? Well. At least they hadn't come from anyone contributing something meaningful to the galactic market. Adekos preferred to kill most slavers he met, but that didn't mean he kept souvenirs yanked out of their corpses to remind him of the fact. Observing this primitive little furball fiddle with the shrunken head it kept carrying filled him with disgust. But he wouldn't act on it. A Sith was a Sith, no matter how small. Or furry. Or uncivilized. Generally Adekos would have made it his business to civilize the poor creature, but the higher attainments of civilization were beyond Ewoks; their ability to thwart technologically advanced galactic Empires in the past with their own ingenuity and ill-timed comic relief notwithstanding.

He neglected to make any further comment. "Keep your baubles to yourself, please."

Adekos, meanwhile, tampered with something on his right wrist, trying to ensure it was secure. A wrist blaster left unfastened would be prone to movement and difficult to aim as a result. It'd do him little good to catch unsuspecting opponents unaware if such were the case.

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: Enroute to Sith Citadel
Objective: Objective 2 - betray Ryan Korr and turn him into Darth Isolda
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Darth Isolda"]
Enemies: @Darth Isolda [member="Ryan Korr"]

Stomach twisted with each starfighter movement. She leaned her head against the side of the canopy, a wave of nausea running through her system. Eyes squeezed closed for a moment.

It was almost comical that someone so strong willed, spirited, and stubborn could be thrown off by something simple like space travel.

Mocha-fingers dug a piece of crystallized ginger from the pocket of her pants. She pushed it in her mouth and exhaled slowly through her nose. "She will be," muddy-brown brows furrowed, "in her tower. I will guide you to the coordinates." Rough-palm rested against his as she concentrated. "Are you prepared to play your role, Korr?"

The cabin was beginning to smell like spiced-ginger.

 

[Arumi Zy]

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Location: En route with vode
Allies: Republic and vode
Enemies: Dar'jetti
Objecive: Destroy the CItadel


A cigarette hung loosely from his lips as he sat in meditation with his ori'vod, it had been many years since he had fought beside his brothers but less time since he had served beside the jedi. He had been taken in and been given refuge by the jedi and sanctuary as the sith Lord Darth Fidelis and he was for ever in their debt for this. That was the reason he jumped to aid his one time comrades in their time of need, he harbored no ill will towards the sith but they were the enemy of his people. They were also ane nemy of tradition, from the era that Arumi had come from when the sith were power and order to the extreme.

This was one of the rare times that Arumi wore his buyce, it wasn't that he didn't like it it was just a hinderance for his fighting style. Loose and fluid, beneath his black fur trench his twin beskad and twin lightsabers were stationed in their appropriate areas and ready to be gripped when the call arose. The other two verde were far more armed but his weaponry suited him and they would soon learn to respect his prowess. His custom beskar'gam was a breast plate, forearm guards, shin guards and little else choosing to be lightly armored to allow himself the full use of his mobility and the force in battle. Each piece was suited to block sabers and each piece was coated in a micro film of cortosis.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] " Jedi are no bother, not worth the effort to hook up" he said with a glint in his eye that spoke of past experience. He stood up and rolled his head to pop his neck [member="Vilaz Munin"] " Let us kill many sith scum, i harbor no ill to them but they are weak links of what once was. More importantly they are the enemy of my people which trumps all. I have served beside neither of you in battle yet, but we shall today spill blood."

 

[Isar]

LOCATION: Spaceport, Landing Bay 88-N
OBJECTIVE: Defend the Spaceport
ALLIES: [member="Darth Adekos"]
ENEMIES: [member="Vulpesen"] | [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

Warok frowned. Why would anyone not want to see war scalps, taken in bloody and glorious combat? Or the knuckle bones taken from the fingers of dead enemies, useful for telling fortunes and fates? How very strange. He quirked his head at the tall humanoid, eyes narrowing at the thing it fiddled with.

"Whatsat?" Warok asked, somewhat rudely, pointing at the humanoid's wrist-thing.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Enroute to Sith capital
Objective: Kill Isolda
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Isolda"]

Ryan tore his focus from the surrounding vessels for a brief instant, flashing Quinn a quick glance of worry as she pressed her head against the canopy. One quick glimpse of beige features, all for the low, low price of potentially ending up as a fast-burning smear on the side of a star destroyer's hull. Korr would take the odds any day. The brief second of her features, even scrunched up in an expression of nausea, was worth it.

"I am," he replied, voice steady despite the clamminess of sweat-slick hands on the controls.

Then the broke through the swathe of Sith vessels. It was like emerging from a deep tunnel and into the light... only to find that the light was an oncoming train. Korr grit his teeth and pushed the nose down, descending into atmosphere and toward the citadel. The Sith bastion of power was unmistakeable, but ultimately Ryan's role was drawing toward an end. His fate and that of so many others would rest in Quinn's hands once they landed.

So, did he trust her? Ryan Korr trusted little, even among the Jedi, but actions speak when words fail.

 

[Not Ordo]

Location:Sith Citadel
Objective: Defend Citadel
Allies: THE CITADEL PEEPS, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
ENEMY: All dem peeps better stay away.

Shey shouldered his blaster rifle as he waited for the Jedi to get close. His blue eyes watched from his helmet as he checked for the approach. As he saw them come he knew it was time for the secret weapon. He turned and ran like crazy for a turbo lift.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Sith Citadel
Objective: Defend Citadel
Allies: [member="SV-421"]
Enemy: Stahp


Dass followed his buddy, the aptly named SV-421. He opened the turbo lift door for them, absent mindedly shooting at the approaching Jedi.

 

[Haytham Kaze]

Location: Enroute to Sith capital
Objective: Secure / Destroy the Citadel
Allies: Eventually - [member="Ryan Korr"], [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: Eventually - [member="Darth Isolda"]

Haytham Kaze's J-1 Interceptor deployed from one of the Star Desotryers that were issued by the Galacti Republic to take Prakith back. To cleanse the planet of the Dark Side. Haytham Kaze eyed the blaster pistol that was on his thigh as he brought the Interceptor out of the hangar bay, and as he engaged the forward thrusters, eyed the silver lightsaber hilt that was on his other waist. First time back in action. He thought to himself as the Interceptor barreled towards the planet.

Hands clenched, visage tightened, the Padawan's Interceptor descended through the atmosphere as the fleets engaged with each other. It was going to be a bloody battle in Space, but he could only imagine what it'd look like when he got ground side. And on where he was going, he could only imagine how crazy it was going to be at the Citadel - assuming he made it there.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Citadel Inquisitorius
Objective: Objective II

• Defend the Citadel
• Smite the interlopers

Allies: One Sith

• [member="Darth Nephthys"]

Enemies: The Republic
Music: What a Horrible Night to Have a Curse by The Black Dahlia Murder

"Unholy inversion of hope, twisting the faith of the meek into hate.
Driven insane by the Dark One to bring forth the foul bidding he speaks.
The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds
They dance by night, and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.

His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land.
Freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man."

The Citadel Inquisitorius rose into the blackened ash sky like a foul protrusion of malignant insanity, it's spires scraping the threshold of the dark clouds that lingered like a bad omen, and the wind howled violently and brought forth whispers of dark atrocities yet to occur. The vile servants of the Dark Lord patrolled the towering ramparts of the citadel endlessly, fiends clad in thick armor plating armed with weapons blessed by the blood of the innocents through the ancient art of Sith Alchemy, and monstrous chrysalis behemoths lumbering to and fro with no real ambition other than to devour those that are not welcome within their master's domain. Legions of Sith soldiers bred to serve the One Sith order with absolute obedience roamed the courtyards behind the monolithic walls, while deep within the citadel's confines the adepts of the One Sith toiled endlessly to further the Sith cause, experimenting on captured prisoners, and breeding even more foul monstrosities within the citadel's darkened depths.

At the apex was an entire wing whose purpose was to house whatever Lord or Lady of the One Sith who had decided to remain at the citadel for extended periods of time, and on this particular day that was the Sith Lord Darth Vornskr, Hound of the Sith and Voice of the Dark Lord. He had come specifically to oversee the construction and breeding of several new monsters and constructs to be used in the ongoing war with the Republic whom they despised so fervently. Better yet; these foul amalgamations of flesh and metal were being made to fight their most hated adversary, the Jedi Order who the Sith have clashed with over and over again since the Hundred Year Darkness thousands upon thousands of ages ago. Vornskr had once belonged to another incarnation of the Sith years earlier, but they; in their self-serving quest of personal power, had led to the ruin of their Empire, and they had bent like reeds before the combined assault of their enemies.

Now, it was the Republic who began to bend, and it was good.

However; something was troubling the Sith Lord, and for hours he had locked himself away in his personal chambers in meditation as he drew upon his anger, hatred, and cruelty to better attune himself to the Dark Side and divine the cause of his anxiety. For a long time, he was unable to discern the cause of his discomfort, for he was not as insightful as Isolda, and his skills were more combat oriented, rather than scrying into the near and far future. Suddenly, the Lord's eyes opened with a sudden realization, long before his comm began to buzz with the haste of oncoming war, and without a word he summoned forth his servants, and undressed before them. This was not uncommon anymore, at least for him, as he had submerged himself deeply into the ancient rites of his people, and he often looked forward to his pre-battle ritual. The servants brought forth urns filled to the brim with blessed oils, and as the nude Sith knelt before them, they began to smear the sickly smelling liquid across the battle-worm body of Vornskr.

Incense was also brought forth, and burned to fill the room with the smokey scent of rotting corpses while they slicked his body shiny with oil. Then, piece by piece, they began to dress him in the armor of battle, applying each piece with meticulous precision. They left him bereft of his helmet, and as the cuirass was affixed to his broad chest, they brought forth a pillow made from the softest silk, upon which rested the Lord's lightsaber. With a single hand he plucked his weapon from it's resting place, and fastened it to his side as he picked up his helmet with the other hand and made a beeline for the upper balcony overlooking the northern section of the citadel. He could not see his enemies just yet, but in his mind he could feel them closing in, hungering for retribution for the damage and chaos the Sith have inflicted upon them. He laughed heartily, for they would find no justice here.

They would only find death, and in time they would all welcome it's bitter cold embrace.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Location: Park City Spaceport
Objective: 1, Defend the Spaceport
Allies: [member="Reverance"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Darth Praelior"] | [member="Vrag"] | [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Ronan Dyre"] |
Enemies: The Republic



She had never been to the former capital before until now. She wouldn't have come here if it wasn't for the Dark Side. Something had been nagging at her to come here and soon as the first alarm sounded, she knew she had made the right choice to come here. But why? What was this choice? The Dark Side led, and she followed. Reaching out with her right hand, she caught her floating lightsaber and jumped to her feet.

The door to the meditation chamber opened before her and she spilled out into the hallway, seeing several soldiers and other personal running to and fro. She stopped a soldier, inquiring what was all the commotion was all about. When the soldier answered her with something about a republic fleet beening spotted in the sector, her eyes grew wide with shock. How was this possible?

The Sith Knight ran down the halls, activating the com link on her wrist. "This is Darth Venefica. I just heard reports of a Republic fleet massing near the planet. Requesting confirmation of the accusations..no...scratch that. Requesting orders to be assigned to the defense of the station." How dare the Republic strike at the heart of the Sith!?

 

[Kyrana Gould]

Location: Prakith, orbit
Objective: Engage and destroy the Sith Fleet
Allies: [member="Camellia Swift"] | [member="Tålamod Shapochka"] | [member="Jack Rand"] | [member="Kayleigh Tyven"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Arcanix"] | [member="Boan Rein"]

Republic Fleet

Spoiler

1 x MC180 Remembrance Class Battlecruiser – Destiny – 12 fighters, 12 interceptors (Flagship)
1 x Noblesse Class Destroyer – Oblige – 12 fighters, 24 interceptors, 12 bombers
1 x Avenger Class Destroyer – Righteous – 12 bombers
5 x Metellos Class Frigates – Swiftsure, Liberator, Radiant, Gallant, Valiant – 36 fighters, 12 interceptors, 12 bombers each (total 320)
2 x Azalus Class Frigates – Dart, Javelin­ – 0 attack craft
1 x Taboon Class Corvette – Torrent – 24 fighters
1 x Dorin Class Corvette – Legate – 0 attack craft
Total: 8010 metres, 428 attack craft

Fleet Orders

Spoiler

Destiny – Assault Command Ship 100/100 100/100 Orders: Moving.
Oblige – Balanced Destroyer 100/100 100/100 Orders: Fires railgun at front-rightmost Vong/Sith cruiser.
Righteous – Assault Destroyer 100/100 100/100 Orders: Orders: Fires HVC at front-rightmost Vong/Sith cruiser.
Swiftsure – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort, readying attack craft.
Liberator – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort, readying attack craft.
Radiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort, readying attack craft.
Gallant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort, readying attack craft.
Valiant – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort, readying attack craft.
Dart – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort position.
Javelin – Support Frigate 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort position.
Torrent – Support Corvette 100/100 100/100 Orders: Forming into escort position.
Legate – Assault Corvette 100/100 100/100 Orders: Extended into front left.
Dice Roll Log entries: N/A

Admiral Stahlmann considered carefully the positioning of the enemy fleet. A defensive tactic, which was wise considering there was an Immortal present. Though some had joked about the Immortal’s bantha like handling, the Admiral was under no illusions. It was powerful, and it could do serious damage if allowed.

Thus, he decided not to go straight into the maw. Rather, he adopted an old tactic he’d read of before which took advantage of the 3D nature of space and used it.

“All ships, form double column, escorts on larboard. The Legate will scout to our ten and watch our flanks.”

The order was executed well enough. The arrowhead of the Republic fleet changed. The Righteous moved forward to take the lead, its triple hypervelocity cannons firing at the front-rightmost Skrii cruiser, the one to the right of the Titan.
Meanwhile the Oblige moved from the right arm of the fleet to take position behind the Righteous, its railgun also firing at the same cruiser as the Righteous.
The Destiny meanwhile was further back and behind to the left of the other two destroyers. The MC180 had no long range weapons, so it would stay back in reserve until it could close in and mangle the enemy.

Meanwhile the escorts formed up further to the left and astern of the capital ships. They provided flak and carrier launching, so they would be out of range of the enemy.

Last of all the Legate was dispatched out to the front and left, into empty space, to watch for any enemy surprises.

SUMMARY:

• Fleet shifts from arrowhead facing Sith to left-flank double column.
• Avenger class and Nobelsse class destroyers form column closest to the enemy, fire their hypervelocity and rail cannons at the One Sith Skrii'Ro'ik to the right of the Immortal.
• MC180 class forms second column out of range of enemy fire for now.
• Escorts form up. Azalus class take position to defend Avenger and Nobelsse, Metellos class form behind and to the left and ready fighters.
• Dorin class dispatched to front and left for scouting, out of range currently of enemy.

See image.

Spoiler

(Behold my marvellous map....)

 

[Catherine Soja]

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