BobertEZ
Lord of Conquest
Objective: Defend Mandalore
Wearing: Armorweave Sith Robes
Wielding: Smoldering Ire & Frozen Passion
Allies: TSE
Enemies: Everyone Else | Open
It had come. The Network, or the Mandalorians, or whatever they were calling themselves, had returned seeking to bring their planet back under their control. Their warfleet, designed for invasions, hankering for death, bore down upon the moon of Concordia and its planet of Mandalore, seeking to kill two birds with one stone. Fortress Imperious would be besieged, the Mandalorian lands would be besieged, and it would likely take days to accomplish any semblance of a foothold. "What utter fun."
"Are you sure this isn't a drill?" the Wolf of Noxis overheard his sister, Xan Imcro, ask the Devil Lion.
Kascalion rotated the shoulders of his Proxy and cracked his neck to produce several loud pops, "The Mandalorians attacking their own home in a bid to eradicate the Sith presence? No, this is not a drill."
"What say you, dearest Lorale?" Xan then asked the white-haired titan of a man. "What do you think?"
The Wolf sniffed and wrapped the scarlet cloak around his black shirt, the bottom edge resting against the floor like bloodied water, "I think the Mandalorians are desperate. Seeking to return to their once-great status and rejoin galactic affairs on a larger scale. They are foolish in taking on the might of the Empire from the onset, however."
"Will they fail? That is the main question," Kascalion snorted after hooking his double-bladed lightsaber to his waist. "They are a persistent people."
Xan nodded and began following her brothers out of the familial quarters, "A warrior people, not unlike ours. Rather similar even."
"But not entirely like ours," the Wolf countered, pounding on several thick doors to awaken his Breed.
"How so?" his sister inquired with a cock of her head.
"We don't lose."
As the Wolf of Noxis marched to Carnina Sector to begin leading the overall defense, his siblings having departed alongside the Breed to aid in the preparation of the ground defense, the Vodvtaki roared to life with alarms and the chatter of hundreds of thousands of crew, guards, and soldiers. Its engines and weaponry began spurring; the gunners rushed to their position to await the orders of their Sith Lord or one of the officers more than ready to give their own; the pilots and technicians pressed buttons, pulled levers, set power levels, and screeched and hollered for status updates; the soldiers armed themselves, ready to board their transports and starfighters, ready to fight, ready to kill; the Anchor-Elevator surged and relocked its hooks and magnets in the crust under New Keldabe to keep it in place; Xenophage Primordial began their concert anew, blasting their newest song, Awaken, across the speakers of the Vodvtaki. The war machine had indeed awoken, and it thirsted for blood.
"My Lord Farmar," Admiral Lore saluted as Lorale entered the bridge with thunderous steps. "The Network fleet orbits Mandalore and Concordia-"
"I am aware," the Wolf grunted as he adjusted his black gloves.
"-And ground forces are already making their way to lay siege to our own."
Lorale sniffed almost disdainfully, "Let them try. The Sith are impenetrable. We will not lose this day."
Tyths Lore bowed respectfully before raising a questioning finger, "And what of the Order Ascendant, my Lord? Shall we contact-"
"Emperor to Vodvtaki, you may open fire."
The Sith Lord's expression told the story as if saying great minds think alike, "Nevermind the Order. How many weapons do we possess that can attack the fleet in total?"
Admiral Lore thought for only a moment before shrugging in a surprisingly nonchalant manner, "Roughly one thousand three hundred emplacements, give or take, my Lord. That includes the Descrutor Beam and Proton Cannon."
The Wolf nodded with a slight smile and a green blaze of his eyes, "Fire all of that at the fleet. Full power, widespread targeting but attack the carriers predominately if you can. Leave none alive. The rest of the weapons, keep locked on Mandalore. We will scorch the earth if need be."
Admiral Lore bowed deeply and opened the Vodvtaki's internal communications, overriding the sounds of Xenophage for but a moment, and gave the order with barely contained joy and excitement. A roaring cheer echoed in the halls of the Dreadnought, followed by the stamping of feet and the beating of chests. War had come. And the forces of the Wolf of Noxis would charge into it gladly.
As such, the order was followed with glee only the crew of the Vodvtaki could possess and within five minutes of it being given, one thousand three hundred turbolasers, ion cannons, railguns, missile launchers, and proton torpedo emplacements fired upon the fleet in orbit, alongside interspersed blasts from the modified Proton Beam Cannon and Destructor Beam. Thousands upon thousands of red bolts, orange beams, screaming missiles, and blue torpedos traversed the skies into orbit, ready to destroy.
Ready to kill.
"Oya Oya Oya, indeed."