Dominion The Ring and the Prince [Republic Dominon of Kuat/Alderaan Hex]

[Vlyph Corobb]

Objective: Capture the Imperial Outpost

The ricocheted off blaster bolts colliding with the blade shook the upper portion of my frame. Heavy bolts. But where was it coming from? It was nothing I could not handle but still proved to be a nuisance. The heavy bolts of fire were momentary streams and then more began to pour in. Finally a challenge I thought. A single handed grip on my lightsaber tightened. batting the barrage of bolts to and fro I could feel myself slowly getting swept up into battle.

" Grrr. Flank them!" My voice boomed from the vocabulator placed over my mouths. Detachments of republic forces split off into two groups. One to the left and the other to the right. They needed to hurry. As a puba I selected a focus of Shien. The perseverance form and for good reason, This. Encounters such as this were the exact reason. Out maned and out gunned still I would persist. Motions too quick for the eye to comprehend. Blur of green lights formed a barrier around my form. I would defend and stand as bait while the troopers close in.

BOOM
BOOM
BOOM
Screams traversed into the atmosphere with sudden bouts of explosions igniting the distance ahead. Flames engulfed the scene feigning a orange visage of light over my face. I could feel the heat from here. " Squadrons Delta and Alpha report!" Commander? Report?!" I spoke aloud for my comm to pick up my voice. I was treated with no response. A stinging whistle screamed my senses causing a chill to run down my spine. I could feel a impact in the ground and then another explosion. It was too close for comfort and threw me off my game just slightly. A slight tilt in my balance was enough for a single blaster shot to make contact.

" Aaarrrrgggghhhh!" I shrieked as sparks and metal parts fly about by my head. My vocubulator was hit exploding into pieces. The heat alone was enough to distract me yet again. I found my self in the dirt several meters away to the left after a simple enhanced dash to regather my senses.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Admiral of Imperial Remnant Navy
Location: Command Bridge of The Avenger
Starcraft: The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
Attire: Uniform

Exhausted eyes monitored the holo-screen, more readings reported massive amounts of shielding failures and worst yet, the amount of TIE screens were getting far too close below the allowable threshold. Perhaps if more of the corvettes had survived, but Cyn casted away such wishful thinking, dangerous thoughts as the situation before her continued to deteriorate rapidly. She was confident that their layered defenses could hold off for a few more hours, the dispersed and spread out battle lines allowed themselves some small measure of comfort.

“These Communicae to the Third Battle-Group, they must not fall back further the predesignated markers.” Cyn issued to one of the nearby Communication Officers. She knew how terrible the situation appeared, but according to the Grand Admiral, this was the only way any of them would survive. That is what he meant by Victory. . .

Cyn peered towards the other Battle groups, a moment of silent pondered before she turned to the next Communication Officer, “-Alert Commander of Battle Group One to dispatch Three of his Victory-Class Star Destroyer to assist with the Center Battle Group Three’s defense. They can afford the loss of such firepower for the time being.” Cyn ordered quickly.

It will take time for them to reach the defensive lines, but in the meantime the news of reinforcements will give them some vigor. Cyn walked to the other end of the holo-map to inspect more incoming Republic ships. A sharp intake of breath and a grimace of despair the newly promoted Admiral nearly gave an undignified cry of frustration. Further from her mind though was the the group of Republic Battleships forming into something new on the battlefield.

Unfortunately for Battle Group Three and their Commander, when the news of reinforcements were heard they had expected it to be a response to the Starhawks repositioned themselves to punch through their center lines. The coming danger would not unexpected but the response would most definitely be underwhelming. They had already witnessed another bombing run devastate a third Victory-Class Star Destroyer, but the formidable Allegiance Class Destroyer stood ready to bear the brunt of the attacks. The Commander no doubt believing they had dispatched more than just the three Victory-Class Star Destroyers.

Grand Admiral though had made further plans, slowly began to move itself away from the Kuat Shipyards and no longer using it as a form of life-support for itself. The Malice shall make itself known, but not soon, the white uniform, pure of both blood and loyalty, the Grand Admiral waited for his chance to give everything to the Imperial cause.

Spoiler: Flag Ship Battle Group

Battle Group Integrity = 98%
The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
INV Malice, Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer
2x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
2x Warlord-class Destroyer/Carrier

Spoiler: Battle Group 1

Battle Group Integrity = 78%
1x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
1x Conqueror II-class Star Destroyer
1x Warlord-class Destroyer/Carrier
9x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: Battle Group 2

Battle Group Integrity = 60%
1x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
4x Venator VI-class Light Star Destroyer
9x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: "Battle Group 3"

3x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer (en route from Battle Group One)
Battle Group Integrity = 50%
3x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
3x Conqueror II-class Star Destroyer
7x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: TIE Fighters

TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor 68% Remaining
TIE/LN Mark IV Space Superiority Starfighter 71% Remaining

Frielle Kinniak Zahara Myneto Amaris Tanenat Fable Solborne Erisi Kasra BB-4001X Dracken Pryce

 

[Dracken Pryce]

With shields at full power and their bulk behind them there wasn't much that could stop a Colony II-class battlecruiser. A lone, stray Imperial frigate wandered into its path and cracked it in half. The entire vessel shuddered violently as its shields flickered for a moment, threatening to give way.

"I know I said don't stop for anything, but let's try and keep head on collisions to a minimum!" Pryce shouted to the helm crew. Garvey gave him a worried shrug and Pryce shook his head. Blue squadron had fallen in and were acting as a light screen for enemy fighters. Elite pilots in X-wings ripped through the TIEs trying to stop the behemoth vessel from continuing on its path. A victory star destroyer began to meander towards them and sent, a barrage of missiles their way.

"Gaaaarvey!"

"On it! Taking control." Taking control of the calculations that is. The automated point defense weapons of the Starchild turned towards the missile barrage and loosed a stream of rapid fire green bolts. The heavy ion cannon batteries on their broadside fired relentlessly, some bolts passing harmlessly and the others hopefully finding their mark.

"Sir! Another Victory! Its trying to stop us!"

"Brace for impact!" The Victory didn't make it, but the left edge of its triangular shape clipped the Starchild, sending the much smaller vessel spinning and sheering off sheets of the Starchild's armor plating. Those Victories were made of sturdier stuff than the last frigate it seemed.

"Shields 80%!" They would hold, they had to hold. The group kept going, pushing onward.

Cynthia Alucard

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: Capture Imperial leader
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30, Lightsaber
Tags: Cynthia Alucard

Walking onto the roof of the outpost, Lanik was welcomed to his own choice of vehicles. He’d only heard rumors of how dangerous the Confederation’s starfighters were. His hands itched at the chance to take one of them, but as he cast a glance to the sky he could feel the battle continuing to rage above. The battle would end no time soon, and whether or not the soldiers took the ground mattered little if the Empire continued fighting in space. If anything that made the battle more dangerous if they felt like they were cornered.

The com in the Jedi’s ear blared with reports of soldiers being overrun, of Jedi that were falling, the longer he waited the more lives that were lost. Casting a glance over to the shuttle and thinking back to the troopers he’d left unconscious outside the Jedi began devising a plan. One that would hopefully lead to the battle ending, or would fail miserably and end up with him dead.


~ Later~

Coasting through the space above Kuat, Lanik was able to somewhat admire the spacedocks that encircled the planet. By all rights, it was a magnificent sight no matter how many times one saw it. A creation of sheer mechanical genius that people had seemed to be fighting over since the Jedi was but a boy.

“How the kek do they aim in these helmets?” Lanik asked aloud within the confines of the shuttle he’d commandeered. The controls were no different from that of any other vessel he’d flown in the past, one hand dancing over the panel the other holding onto the steering yolk. Across the displays, he could see reports rolling in from the Imperial fleet, along with the commands going out. This information gave him his target.

Eyes focusing on The Avenger through the starport, Lanik continued to approach before he heard the faint chirping of the shuttles coms. Biting his lower lip, Lanik knew that avoiding answering would simply lead to him being shot down. With a flip of his thumb and feeling butterflies in his stomach, he opened the line. “Shuttle XG-27068, just what do you think you’re doing? Should you not be supporting the ground forces?”

“Sir I am under strict orders to return to The Avenger, retrieve a support crew and join the defensive screen!”

“Under whose orders private?” The officer asked leaning closer to the holocom as if to get a better look at Lanik.

“Lieutenant Glyze sir!” The words spilled out with such assuredness and confidence that Lanik thought that it was believable and so did the officer from their startled look. The bristly white mustache working back and forth.

“We will see about that, I’ll contact this Lieutenant Gly-” Halting the transmission in the middle of the officer's speech Lanik threw the trooper helmet aside.

“Guess I won’t be needing that.” Grabbing the throttle and forcing it forward, pushing the shuttle’s engines to its max Lanik approached the landing bay, and transmitted the codes so he’d be allowed through. It was too late for the Imperials to stop the shuttle they thought their own as it plowed into the landing bay with its warhead launchers raining hell upon the vessels yet to leave.

 

[Hoid Hallafax]

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Colossus Firetam
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How did organics do anything? Well, he KNEW how they did plenty of things. Eat, defecate, reproduce...die. Especially the last one. If he had a face capable of it he'd be smirking right now. His fireteam had been doing well, despite not having the high ground. They'd taken out two scout walkers and heavily damaged a tank...But alas their EWEB and heavy walker decimated the organics. Now it was just him and the Halcyons and two of them were heavily wounded. He had no legs and his cannon was slagged. He would shut down soon...Organics were so usele-

B2's life had been extinguished. A heavy metal foot had stamped its processor out...To this new combatant the droid had served its purpose and now...Now it was his turn. The YVH droid scanned the battlefield as incoming fire rained down on their position.

"Finally, a real battle droid." Shouted one of the Halcyon. "We need to take that command post and get rid of that armor! Let's go!" The droid nodded and walked forward, picking up a fallen trooper's blaster to supplement the other he was already wielding.

So anyways...He started blasting.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Admiral of Imperial Remnant Navy
Location: Command Bridge of The Avenger
Starcraft: The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
Attire: Uniform

The battle had been tipped over, the warning message sent too late, the crack in their lines discovered. The darkened bags beneath her eyes turned slightly blue from the hue of the holo-map, as voices echoed to and fro, hurried voices as orders were being attempted to be sent. Cyn though stared blankly at the holo-map, her mind stalled, no longer racing for ideas or plans or even enough anger to give her tongue something sharp and vitriolic. When did they form. . .

“Admiral Alucard! Grand Admiral Leo’dess has ordered the remaining Heavy Star Destroyers to intercept the the Rebel Capital ships!” Another exhausted Communication Officer came to inform his admiral. Cyn turned her attention for a moment to the Officer, a moment she attempted to place a name on the soldier but her mind turned blank once more, Forget it.

“Order our vessel to move forward and-”

“He also ordered us to remain where we are. . . as well as different orders were sent to the Helmsman.” The Officer added, quickly taking a step back for interrupting Cyn.

Cyn blinked, unsure by what this meant, “-He gave orders to my helmsman? What were they?”

The Officer breathed in quickly, “Best to address the question to the Grand Admiral personally, he is waiting for by the Helmsman’s Holo-Transmitter. The line is secure.”

A few moments of hurried footsteps couldn't last any longer for Cyn, the dread she had once felt many years ago had returned. The scenario before them was rather terrible, even though many of their Battle Groups still maintained above average combat effectiveness, they had lost the center and soon the gap would open wider to allow more Republic ships to pour through and cause chaos for the rest of the other Battle Groups.

The hologram image of the Grand Admiral awaited Cyn, the man’s eyes appeared just as determined as the last time they spoke. “Admiral Alucard. The time has come. . .” He explained, with that word the Helmsman gave one nodded and allowed for Cyn to his position. Her confusion clear to the Grand Admiral he gestured for her to step forward and take the Helmsman’s position.

“With our Center line broken, we will allow the Corellians, the Rebels and whatever forces that dare oppose to spill through. . “ The Grand Admiral explained, “-The Engineers are prepping our hyperdrives, and the final act shall commence. With our Battle-Cruisers, the damage our hyper-space jump can do as we tear through them shall be immense, this shall be our final glorious act.”

Cyn simply stood their silent, her eyes unblinking and face stoic, the Grand Admiral continued, “-You and I shall launch ourselves against our enemies. No greater sacrifice than for our Duty and Loyalty to the Imperial cause.”

“Nōs habēmus Caelum et Stellās”

As Pryce’s Gambit’s formation continued to barrel its way to the Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer two of the Allegiance Class Star Destroyers slowly moved into position to bombard them with their Turbolaser Batteries and Heavy Turbolaser Batteries, but they did not move to intercept. Instead the two Star Destroyers allowed their Battlecruisers of the Admonitor and Praetor Class Star Destroyers to unleash their own weapons, but strangely it was not their maximum power, much of it had been diverted to their engines.

The two massive daggers moved carefully forward, the large Imperial Flagship had finally decided to make its move.

Within the Admonitor, reports of the Hanger-bay being under attack caused quite a stir as several detachments of the remaining Marines and Stormtroopers raised to get to the Hanger-Bay. It was impossible that any Republic drop-ships or boarding vessels to have already reached them, but the situation was growing tense and the Marines and Stormtroopers with grim determination headed down the Hanger-bay to stop whatever nonsense had boarded their ship.

Spoiler: Flag Ship Battle Group

Battle Group Integrity = 90%
The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
INV Malice, Admonitor-class Super Star Destroyer
2x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
2x Warlord-class Destroyer/Carrier

Spoiler: Battle Group 1

Battle Group Integrity = 68%
1x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
1x Conqueror II-class Star Destroyer
4x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: Battle Group 2

Battle Group Integrity = 57%
1x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
3x Venator VI-class Light Star Destroyer
5x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: "Battle Group 3"

Battle Group Integrity = 59%
2x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
2x Conqueror II-class Star Destroyer
9x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: TIE Fighters

TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor 48% Remaining
TIE/LN Mark IV Space Superiority Starfighter 51% Remaining

Frielle Kinniak Zahara Myneto Amaris Tanenat Fable Solborne Erisi Kasra BB-4001X Dracken Pryce

 

[Dracken Pryce]

The formation was holding...Even with the fire on their ship. Now...now they were in sight of their goal.

"NOW! BRACE FOR MANEUVERS!" He strapped himself in as the ship began to roll on to its side, bearing its starboard side to the battlecruisers.. The girth of the Colony II and its length provided an ample shield for the two Starhawks behind them and the port side hangar decks. Like a wasp hive which had been struck the fighters flew from the the ship. Disguised by the shadow of the Starchild they were undetectable on passive scanners allowing for the surprise attack as the Colony came in combat range of its main weapons. The fighters buzzed up and over, around the left, and around the right, locking on to the two lead vessels and attacking their fighter screens.

The Starchild shuddered heavily as they took the brunt of the attack, its shields giving out completely in some places and forcing their armor to tank hits from turbolasers. He felt sick, as if he was gonna lose his lunch....But as the fighters began their bombing runs on the two ships he knew his plan had worked. A classic Marg Sabl.

As the Starchild passed overhead....The two Starhawks that had been hiding in its shadow followed the Marg Sabl with a slash manuever, flying right between the two command vessels and raining hell on them both with their powerful broadsides. They'd take some damage, but the point of the maneuver was for the Starchild to tank, and it barely had. Its engines were out, half of its ion cannons and long range turbolasers were slagged, and it would be some time before shields were back to full capacity. All they could hope to do now was limp behind the enemy formation and hope their maneuver crippled the command vessels.

Cynthia Alucard Lanik Dawnstar

 

[Frielle Kinniak]

The Battle of Kuat
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War was war, and hell was hell the difference was that there were no innocents in hell. Alarms sounded within the cockpit of Frielle's X-Wing, "c'mon baby, c'mon, c'mon baby." She muttered as she pulled back on the yoke the X-Wing stuttered upward letting loose one last fury of verdant hues that raced toward their target. The battle of giants, star destroyers, frigates, and cruisers surrounded her and she felt like an insect even if she was part of the larger scheme of things. It would be important for the Republic to kick off whatever was left of the Imperials, and maybe - just maybe take on the Imperium.

A fanatical, fascist Jedi-led government which sounded like an oxymoron, because it was she surmised. In between fantastic dives and maneuvers as the Y-wing bombers, she had escorted had long since broken off. A and B-wing fighters were en route now. At least that's what comms chatter told her. All of the Imperium's rhetoric just made it sound like a bad imitation of the previous Imperial governments that had come before them. Frielle couldn't be concerned with them at this moment, for now she was focused on finishing off the last of the TIE Fighters. "For the Republic!" The age old battlecry crossed the comms from one of the other squadrons. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but joined in anyway, "for the Republic!"

Dracken Pryce | Cynthia Alucard | Amaris Tanenat | Erisi Kasra | Zahara Myneto ​

 

[BB-4001A]

STUCK IN A MANDO MOMENT
(aka the battle of kuat)

YTA-1300 Luck's Revenge
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Was the exploding console over his head a bad sign?

That was probably a bad sign.

...and the roar of twin ion engines strafing over the top of the freighter was definitely a bad sign.

This was the day he was having. Come out of hyperspace in the Kuat System to deliver a few parts and equipment for Offworld Exports, and now the small droid was at the controls of a rapidly deteriorating Corellian freighter in the fight of his mechanical life, caught in the crossfire between the East Side Imperial Remnant and the West Side Republic Resurrection.

This was some real gangsta chit right here.

In no particular order of priorities, the current list of All Bad Things® read as follows, and I quote: The shield generator was off-line, the lateral controls were shot, and the power core was red line. Add to which, he had a possible window into Toryaz Station except what he didn't have was an available vector toward Toryaz Station.

Instead, he'd picked up a couple of stunt fighters from one side or the other, who were probably confusing him with a ship that was supplying the other guy.

Nevermind that he was operating a civilian transponder.

...oh, wait, he was being jammed at the moment. So it really didn't matter what his transponder said. Like, what was the point in those things anyway? These governments were just going to toss up a battlefield where ever they liked, kill everything in sight, and then claim fog of war about the whole thing anyway. If anything, the transponder just told the pirates, the police, and the gorram star navy where the soft targets were located.

Ducking under the vapor trail of a comet, the droid slid the freighter up into the tail of the icy cosmic traveler. A spray of ice and rocks peppered the transparisteel, as the afro headed robot eased back on the throttle. Matching speed with the comet, the boy killed the main power.

With luck, he'd coast along and the fighters would lose the contact -- blending in with the debris trail.

 

[Darth Elyria]

Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tags: Alkor Centaris | Kurayami Bloodborn | Nya | STaCLO | Ria Misrani | Kyyrk | Kaden Farr | Vytal Noctura | Malok

She was mollified slightly when the indentured servant brought her what masqueraded as red wine. She looked at the dark liquid with a certain level of disdain before she focused on this test of human weakness once more. Elyria did not understand. Onyx eyes flickered from one person to the next while they prattled on and on about meaningless things that they seemed to be lying about? The dark-haired woman sipped at her drink regardless. Why? She was hungry.

Always, hungry. Metus refused to let her eat—Even though there was a perfectly good sense of unrest not too far away. She could feel ripples of a battle within the Force. It was like someone had left a card for her to call on.

A dinner bell, at best, a midnight snack at the worst.

Alas. Her Sith Lord had wished that she would behave. Her eyes rolled at the notion. Behave. A pretty flaxen-haired woman took a seat at the table and the raven-haired woman let her gaze run along her form bit by bit. “She looks good enough to eat…”, she murmured to Malok , uncaring, if she was overheard. Why the blonde [@Nya] would have needed to pretend to be a woman to get a man into bed was incredibly perplexing.

“I have not done this. My bed, is my bed. If I wish you in it – Get in.”

She took a sip and leaned against the Sith Lord without care. Yes. She would definitely win this childish game.

“And I do not sneak.”

She drank again.

Another thing sat down at the table. She did not know it either, but, she was curious. It wore a mask STaCLO . Elyria wanted to take it off and gaze upon what lay beneath, no doubt, something terrible and repugnant. A green-eyed Nightmother [@Vytal Noctura] also appeared. Her curiosity grew. She had dark markings on her face that were intriguing. Could they not be made wider if one pulled?

Elyria would like to see some lower lifeform attempt to remove her person from this establishment of debauchery. She drank to it regardless. Why? She drank to everything, of course. “I am winning.”, she announced to Malok . She was supremely proud of herself. Of course, she was winning. Was there ever any doubt?

A man drinking from a flask [@Kurayami Bloodborn] appeared and her hair moved of its own accord. It slithered like a snake across the sticky floor and swirled up his leg. From there it leaped at the flask he held in his hand and stole it away. “You drink this swill. This is mine now.”

Pretty, pretty blondes all around. Was this what Alderaan had to boast? Could they not have negotiated to take these creatures? Surely, they were of more value than thinly-veiled failures at diplomacy. There was another one [@Ria Misrani] by the bar and she was beginning to think it was common. Elyria would keep them in a little jar and decorate the walls of her Vault with them. It would add a touch of color, a touch of life, that she could admire for years to come. And...The pale-skinned pretties knew one another? Oh, clearly, this was a match that should not be denied.

Blah blah Jedi Druken blah...It was all useless prattle to her. Instead, she amused herself with her new flask. She shook it. Somehow, it felt full? She shook it in the face of Malok and demanded to know how it worked. He would make her one. For wine, yes? Sacrifice a village or something…No one needed this many pairs of boots but a flask that did not empty? Definitely worth the cost.

His arm wrapped around her shoulders and, for his sake, she allowed it as it increased her levels of comfort. “I am certain I am the reason some things are illegal. Squares do not fit into circles.”

Drink, this time, from the flask. Oh—It was awful. Horrible! What had this little cretin added to such a fantastic object? “You’ve broken it!”

Clearly, it was the pilots' fault.

She might have sassed off at him further were it not that she felt a familiar presence in the back of her mind. Her son. Kaden Farr . Part of her wanted to turn, to speak with him, but it was not her way.

He would need to come to her.

 

[Sev Onasi]

Frielle Kinniak Amaris Tanenat Zahara Myneto Dracken Pryce Cynthia Alucard

That was a new pilot by the sound of it, judging by the chatter at the edge of comm hearing. He didn't like bringing new pilots into the squadron in the middle of a mess like this, but they didn't have much choice. Half a dozen of his normal pilots were already down with minor injuries that made them unqualified for flight. But he had hoped when they said they would bring in new pilots, they had meant trained and qualified pilots.

No matter. They had a mission. As the squadron wheeled out into the vast madness that surrounded them, he felt his mind click back into place. He had grown up flying and had been fighting space battles since he could see over the edge of the control panel. He felt more... himself in such circumstances. Just himself, the ship, his wingmates, and the opponents. Not that he was super concerned with the TIE pilots. Imperial pilots were always bottom-rate. They had just enough training to fly without crashing on take-off and landing while following orders. No artistry. No style. He had seen the Wild Knights in action, back with the Galactic Alliance, and that had been a sight to see. He dreamed of being able to fly like that, but they were Jedi, or Jedi equivalents, who did nothing but hone their flight capabilities. Last he heard, they were somewhere out in the Outer Rim, carrying on the fight against the First Order remnants and Children of the New Order, or whatever the Imp sympathizer terrorists called themselves.

But he had to focus. There was still a battle to win. he studied the madness ahead of him. There was no discernible pattern to the whole thing, but he could make out the capital ships from the Republic line cutting a swathe through the front ranks of the enemy fleet while they headed straight for the enemy command ship. Around him, he could feel the situation shifting, as the Imperial blockade fleet began to crumble along its length. Even the seemingly endless line of TIEs was rapidly thinning out. "All wings, keep an eye out. Looks like fighter opposition is crumbling. Look out for traps. Don't take the bait too quickly. Advance with caution. Tighten up those formations and probe the enemy anti-fighter defenses. We might have them on the run, but no reason to get sloppy."

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Vlyph Corobb Gedri Fehen Republic Muse Lanik Dawnstar

"Message incoming!" A tech called but was cut off by the explosion of an artillery shell. The blast threw Krenis into the ground and lights flashed before his eyes. Dizziness swept through him and he pushed himself off the ground. Mud dripped from his armor as he dropped back to his elbows as another blast ripped through the forward command base. Not what they had planned at all and even closer to disaster. Fragments of chatter rippled through his comms. Something about a Halycon team and a Colossus. Ahead on the ridge, he could just make out through blurred vision blasts and explosions. He wasn't completely familiar with the Corellian forces yet, but they were said to be some kind of special forces team. Or a special combat team. Details were as fuzzy as his vision.

"Get the colonel up!" The words echoed through his helmet, but he couldn't quite place a location on it. The endless rain of artillery shells had stopped and he could make out what looked like an entire army of Glaives cutting across the open area to the west. No, not an army. His vision was refocusing. The nine of them clarified into three tanks and he shook his head, but that just made the ringing worse.

"Hold still, Colonel," a voice said in his ear as his helmet was lifted off. "Looks like a nice concussion you've got there. Blacked out for a bit."

"Blacked out?" The ringing his ears had dissipated and by the sound of it, so had the battle. The blaster fire had quieted down and moved up towards the ridge in the distance. Now it was their own heavy guns he could hear and even that was fairly quiet now. Things had begun to settle down. He took a seat on an empty ammunition crate and rested his chin on his hands. "What's the situation?"

"Calmed down. Imperial forces have broken and run when Jedi-led strike forces secured multiple outposts and took their AA defenses." Krenis went to nod, but the pain in his skull and neck were too intense, so he stopped, leaning back against the crate.

"Well done. Give them my congratulations," Krenis said slowly, massaging his temples with his fingers. The pain settled into a dull ache, although bright spots still hovered in his vision. "Looks like we broke their fighting spirit, finally. Mop up operations now."

He coughed slowly and let out a long breath. "Let the Second and Third battle-fleet do the mop-up. We did our part on this mess of a rock."

 

[Vytal Noctura]

Location: Cunny of the Goose - Alderaan
Tag: Alkor Centaris | Kurayami Bloodborn | Nya | STaCLO | Ria Misrani | Kyyrk | Kaden Farr | Ria Misrani

The Dathomiri woman shrugged. "Let anyone crawl into my bed as well, so long as they do not plan to ever leave it." This woman, Darth Elyria , that Darth Metus favored so was pleasant company. Even if that woman's gaze lingered on Vytal for a time without a hunger for companionship, or an interest in knowledge. There was a gleam in her eye. An interest in something the Nightmother would not favor.

A laugh slipped through black lips as this woman then declared herself the reigning champion. "Masterwork of your own design," Vytal remarked of Malok handiwork. "For her appetite for drink has no end." Whether this creature was winning because she understood the game, or because she simply kept drinking was another matter. After all, they two seemed to be the only ones present that hadn't indulged in this ritual countless times before. What were the rules to this game? She'd already figured out its purpose at the onset. There was no purpose except to get drunk and embarrass one another -- or in the offworlder tongue, 'have fun.'

Nary a word was spoke when this female creature sought to claim the flask of endless drink. Why should Vytal balk at the action? The amusement that might follow would be far better than claiming the moral highground and instructing Metus' familiar in etiquette.

"No," the Nightmother's chin lowered as a smile slid across her lips, "they do not, which is why the circle then becomes a square. Whether it wishes to or not." A drink was taken for illicit gains through the acts of a Nightsister once run amok in the stars. Did it matter if the hole was round? If it was desired, the way forward would be created by whatever means necessary.

But to keep the 'entertainment' going, Vytal looked across at Metus most curious of what would follow and said, "Never have I ever seduced the lover of my enemy." She plucked the drink up and slammed it back.

 

[Fable Solborne]

Alderaan
Some time later
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Fable took a long breath as she stepped out of the conference room. Negotiations were proceeding well. It was fortunate, since Alderaan and the Republic shared so many similar values. If anything, Alderaan had achieved at the planetary level what she hoped to accomplish on the galactic level for the Republic. The difficulty, as always, was in scale. Easy enough to bring peace and well-being on a single planet whose culture cultivated these values in its citizens. Harder still to build that from scratch across multiple star systems, all scarred by war and oppression. Mistrust had grown and developed in the Core over the past few decades. They would have to work to overcome that and gain the trust of their compatriots.

"Sentaor Solborne," an aide said softly, "We have reports coming in from the Kuat campaign." He handed her the datapad and she stepped outside onto a balcony to examine it. A frown etched her face as she read. It was a victory, but hard fought. The CIC fleet had held their own for almost a day, while the two fleets hammered at each other, but a daring move by Pryce seems to have taken the day and broken the core of the Imperial resistance. The ground hadn't gone much better.

The initial landing wave had been pinned down at the target zone. Based on the analysis from their Office of Military Intelligence, it seemed that their plans had been leaked or stolen. Somebody had already established an espionage ring inside the Republic forces. She filed that aside for now. It was something she wasn't going to be any good at fixing. But she suspected it would be a crucial piece of discussion in the next Senate meeting and certainly in the other chamber as well. How could they protect their people if they couldn't even protect their own secrets? They needed a dedicated intelligence outfit just for these situations. Casualties among the First Battlefleet were heavy but had managed to fight through fortified enemy positions and secure key locations to shell the CIC base with artillery. It had taken a fair bit of time, but eventually, as the leadership of the CIC holdouts were whittled down, the ground defenses struck their colors. Two legions of the Grand Army combined battle-group had moved in and secured the headquarters. Most of the vital intelligence had already been destroyed, but they had recovered fragments in the databanks that suggested something else was afoot, with the Frozen Hand whatever they were, and some sizable logistics plan. Nothing definite yet, but it gave them an opportunity to start looking. They may have broken this specific band of Imperial warlords, but she suspected there were more sinister forces still lurking in the Core.

But that was a threat for tomorrow. Today, they had won a key victory. A hard-fought one with heavy, irreplaceable casualties. Ships and equipment that would be expensive and take time to replace. More than a few fighters. More keenly, however, she felt the loss of the soldiers, pilots, and support personnel who had died as a result of her dream and vision. In the past, it had been an abstract idea. She knew it would happen, but this time, reading the lists of names drove what felt like a lightsaber through her heart. It had seemed so simple then. Make the galaxy a better, freer, more hopeful place. Fable knew there would be a war, but had never anticipated the costs. And now her actions had led to thousands of dead sentients who had elected to follow her and her crazy vision. Volunteers, absolutely, but they had answered her rallying call.

Fable lowered her head and wiped tears away from her eyes. These were just the first. And she would carry the burden of each and every one of them for the rest of her life.

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Objective: Capture Imperial leader Survive
Equipment: Aspis Combat Shield, Glitter Bullets, Dissuader KD-30, Lightsaber
Tags: Cynthia Alucard

The boarding action Lanik had partaken in was unlike anything else he’d ever done in his life. Within the hangar bay of The Admonitor he continued to rain down fire upon the immobile vessels. Coating the floor of the hangar were now heaps of wreckage and slag as the lasers traced their way about its interior. The Imperial troops scattered like beetles when you flipped over the stone they hid beneath. Confusion had filled the bay, many knowing not what to do while others had taken to firing on the shuttle. Their blaster weapons doing little to harm the vessel, simply deflecting off of its thick hull.

Klaxons began ringing within the interior of the shuttle signaling a lock on. Apparently, the Stormtroopers and Marines had gotten tired of the Jedi’s antics and planned on getting rid of him. Looking down to the viewscreen Lanik was welcomed to the sight of a whole squad, two of them wielding smart launchers. The klaxons grew louder as the soldiers took aim and braced themselves. “Stang.”

Grabbing the steering yolk, Lanik pushed straight down on it diving towards the troopers and the hall they’d just come out of. He did not fire the shuttles lasers at them for there was no need. It turned out that they didn’t want to end up as speed bumps in the wake of one of their own shuttles. The Imperials dived, hitting the deck as shuttle shot overhead. The halls were more than a tight fit as the dorsal fin was torn free of the shuttle. Warnings continued to blare, the cockpit now sporting a crimson glow from the lights. The wings of the shuttle scraped along the walls of the SSD, sparks flying free.

He was already in the halls, and Lanik had no intention of walking all the way to the bridge of the ship. Holding the yolk firmly in his hands, fighting the forces that sought to sent him plowing into the floor the Jedi piloted it. His heart hammering, knuckles white, he leaned into the force. “I am one with the force, and the force is with me.” Chanting the mantra Lanik gave himself over, and only prayed that the mystical energy took the wheel this time.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Tags: Alkor Centaris | Malok | Darth Elyria | STaCLO | Nya | Ria Misrani | Kyyrk | Vytal Noctura

"Never have I ever played this game with a bunch of karking idiots who used it as an excuse to relive the glory days vs. getting completely wasted."

Well chit, that was EVERY TIME he had previously played this game from what broken, pre-blackout memories could be pieced together by the Corellian. A long gulp from his flask ensued.

"Never have I ever... dressed as a woman and convinced a man to take me into his bed."

No, no he had not done that, but laughed at the thought of Alkor doing so.

"Never have I ever wanted to sit in a sun-lit temple meditating about everyone living in perfect harmony,"

Now that was a fun one, he couldn't say he had done that, but he had sat in sunlit temples and meditated...damn it. Close enough to count he supposed. Drinking followed soon after he decided to accept the fact that minus the perfect peace and harmony part he had actually done the thing.

"Never have I ever faced a Battlecruiser head on with only a Star Destroyer,”

Huh, well he hadn't faced down a battlecruiser with only a Star Destroyer, but he had done that with only a wing of 24 fighters backing him. It hadn't ended well to say the least. Far enough removed to allow him to not drink though, but eh, screw it. Down went another sip of namana nectar.

"Never have I ever...been the reason something is now illegal."

Oh. Had he been the reason something was made illegal? He thought for quite sometime on this one, the cloudiness that accompanied inebriation was growing stronger. He couldn't recall of any times he knew of. Of course that didn't mean he was in the clear either. Drink up me hearties yo ho.

It was as he lowered his flask and awaited the next 'challenge' to be presented that he caught sight of the Dathomirian lady who had fixated her gaze on him.

"Listen here sweetheart, I ain't the type to take life all that serious. Or the fact that I sat there and planned the most ridiculous things simply because I was bored and drunk. Hell, that should be the title of my autobiography, if I was interesting enough to have one written about me that is. Screw it., angsty and broody edgelady make the jokes you want at my expense or not, I got nothin to lose and I wouldn't call the things I mentioned here 'glory days.' Though those are pretty well past as well."

As he settled back and began to raise his flask for another drink he suddenly felt something curl around his leg before relieving him of the weight of the flask. The look of utter confusion on the man's face was impossible to miss and was likely quite entertaining to those around him. He stood up and patted himself down for a moment before hearing the sound of the flask being shaken nearby brought his attention to Darth Elyria and her confiscation of his prized flask. He wanted to be really pissed at her, or that was at least his initial reaction. Then she lifted it to her lips and took a swig before being less than thrilled with the contents. That brought a chuckle from the Corellian, followed immediately by the smirk returning to his features as he addressed the woman.

"Broken it? No my dear it is simply filled with namana nectar currently. Given that I can't recall how to fill it with something else I haven't. I understand that my drink of choice certainly isn't everyone's cup of tea. For some it's too strong, others too sweet. I drink it for a few different reasons, but mostly due to enjoying the slight high that accompanies the drink instead of just feeling drunk. A strange sensation to be sure, but a rather nice one once you get used to it. I am sure that within the Confederacy you can find at least one alchemist with the required talents to make you one, and considering you don't care for mine I am going to kindly request that you return it to me."

The shift from him addressing the Nightmother and blonde woman to the woman currently at Metus' side might make a few people do a double take. The latter was much more formal in delivery, but still the smirk remained as he spoke to her it was just a waiting game now to see if she would honor his request.

 

[Vlyph Corobb]

My ears rang. My pupils dilated from the sheer amount of natural stimulants my body was producing to keep me going. I was tired. Had the experience with force heal weakened me that much so? Was that possible or was it something else? Thoughts raced back and forth briefly before a big deep breath was inhaled to my lungs. Getting up off the ground I was spared no quarter from the action. Two swift swings from right to left were sent forward cleaving charging attackers. Redirecting blaster fire once more I could see the bodies of the squadrons from only minutes ago.

Injustice. That was what it was.

Steadily my stance widened. Shoulders hunching forward and head lowering, one could only imagine my frame morphing into something more aggressive. It was exactly what was going to happen too. Jerking my head back my chest expanded wider as air whistled into my mouths and what sounds it expelled came in full force. Riding the wind caught on the cries of those lost in battle on this day. So too did my own voice and it demanded justice. All four of my throats vibrated intensely expelling an augmented bellow directed toward the earth itself. Dust, mud, dirt and other loose items exploded forward in a rush of momentum slamming at the opposing forces.

 

[Theo Vereen]

Theo was running full speed, he slid around one corner to the next until he finally arrived at the main foyer to meet the representatives from Republic...was that how he was to refer to them...his mother already waited in her favorite room with tea to meet with the representatives Fable Solborne and Raona Cadera .

He was dressed in his Navy Uniform, slowly he gathered his wits about him and approached. "Sorry for the wait. Welcome to Alderaan." He smiled, "Nice to see you both again. If you come this way..." He took in another breath, "My mother is this way." Yeah his thoughts were again disjointed but he made it and now he would be a student among the room of orators.

He had a feeling that Marina DeVoe would probably be somewhere near by...and any other individual of the High Council.

 

[Cynthia Alucard]

Cynthia Alucard, Admiral of Imperial Remnant Navy
Location: Command Bridge of The Avenger
Starcraft: The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
Attire: Uniform

Cyn stood frozen, her hands clasped the helmsman’s control and after a moment she bowed her head. This suicidal charge, an order coming from her Grand Admiral, the last attempt to defeat their enemies. The crew around her all continued to work tirelessly to keep their ship afloat, more and more information and reports as they attempted to keep up with the battle.

Ours is but to do and die. . .

The situation below deck grew increasingly worse, but the response was the same, whatever remains of Marines, Stormtroopers and crew members that appeared unneeded from their current task were tasked to grab a blaster and help with the situation that began in the hanger. Emergency doors were locked and sections of the ships began to enact their space void breaching procedure.

Cyn carefully peered outward, the view screens of the bridge displayed the Republic vessels firing and attempting to move their final formation but that didn’t matter anymore. The larger of the battle-cruiser, commanded by the Grand Admiral slowly powered its massive engines and the hyperdrive began to power itself to launch the vessel into lightspeed.

The battle would end, her war and fight would end once she pushed a single lever to activate her hyperdrive. This will all come to an end. Thoughts passed her by as she struggled to keep her hand steady on the controls, her shoulders slacked as her body shook with a weakness that the once pilot turned Admiral thought had been burned away. A fear of her death, something all TIE pilots and later TIE Interceptors all but forget if not actively disdain and scoff at the notion of their own mortality.

Her exhaustion, the dark circles and bags beneath her eyes, tired eyes as her body finally felt the combat stimulants slowly begin to ebb away and leave along with their borrowed energy. A spark and blinding flash illuminated the entire bridge. Cyn looked away, the act had been done, and now she was ordered to follow her leader to a glorious death.

A massive behemoth of a vessel, the Adominator-Class Star Destroyer, with tens of thousands of crew members, even with their depilated numbers over the past few months. Countless of Imperial men and women on board the vessel all sacrificed for one last desperate attack. The brilliant light that left a trail of destruction of the Star Destroyer flinging its mass through countless of star-ships, fighters and even tearing through shipyards further away. The awestruck nature of such maneuver and those left vulnerable to it would be seen by those remaining as destruction of a colossal nature.

The entire bridge turned silent, the display of the sacrifice left them stunned and only after a few moments did all turned their attention to Cynthia. Her eyes of brilliant azure, shadowed by the dark circles beneath them, watered slightly but finally Cyn moved herself away from the helmsman’s controls and turned to her Communication Officer.

“Have my message played to all open channels, all Imperial vessels remaining, those above Kuat and below on the surface.”

She moved back to her Commanders post and faced her communication device. Her hands combed her frazzled hair the best she could, brushing away creases on her uniform and fixing her collar once again. “All Imperial Force, this is Admiral Cynthia Alucard, cease your attacks and power down all weapons system. I declare unconditional surrender to the Republic forces and command all other Imperial Commanders to allow Republic forces to enter their hangers.” With that she cut the message and looked around the bridge. A sigh of relief was emitted and quickly it followed as the bridge crew seemingly relaxed.

My last commanding order as an Imperial is to demand all my forces to surrender. . . ours is to do and die. . . “-I shall make a formal and-”

Spoiler: Flag Ship Battle Group

Battle Group Integrity = 50%
The Avenger Praetor Mark V-class Star Battlecruiser
2x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer

Spoiler: Battle Group 1

Battle Group Integrity = 28%
1x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
1x Conqueror II-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: Battle Group 2

Battle Group Integrity = 47%
3x Venator VI-class Light Star Destroyer
5x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: "Battle Group 3"

Battle Group Integrity = 39%
2x Allegiance IV-class Heavy Star Destroyer
4x Victory IV-class Star Destroyer

Spoiler: TIE Fighters

TIE/IN Mark IV Interceptor 34% Remaining
TIE/LN Mark IV Space Superiority Starfighter 42% Remaining

Frielle Kinniak Zahara Myneto Amaris Tanenat Fable Solborne Erisi Kasra BB-4001X Dracken Pryce Lanik Dawnstar

 

[Colton Renth]

The Battle of Kuat
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Colton's freighter dropped out hyperspace dangerously close to planets atmosphere, and open comm channel he sent out this message "Republic command this the independent freighter, Shadow Hawk offering my service as medevac and supply transport. The ship enter the lower atmosphere and headed for the heaviest fighting he could see and made a strafing passing aginst the Imperial forces the bright orange from the YT-1330F Ax-108 "Ground Buzzer" as well the dorsal and ventral AG-2G quad laser cannon lit up the ridgeline the impact sending several imperial troops flying several meters into area before the quickly fell back to surface and a half dozen more killed outright by direct hits from the ground buzzer. "This is Captain Colton Renth of the freighter Shadow Hawk to any Republic units the area I can officer Medevac and transport for you," he said over his ship's pa system and waited for a response.