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Even as Voracitos failed to save the pathetic world (a world he had a considerable shallow attachment to in comparison to his homeworld of Korriban), with the Asteroids dropping as Voracitos approached new targets for his tractor beams were chosen... to hold the Mandalorian Flagship from leaving this system. It was now .75 million kilometers away, hardly within distance, but distance was no obstacle for Voracitos.
With his stroke of luck with having an insurgent (via possession) upon the bridge of the Flagship, it would not be long before the Captain would be identified. Chaos was already ensuing, it was likely the Captain of the Mythosaur had been able to ignore the strange behavior of one of his lieutenants because his mind was far to occupied, and becoming intoxicated. Mandalorians started to rise (to fulfill the role of guards) to bring the man to medbay, but that would not be happening right now. With a strength unexpected from the sailor he broke free from a tiny congregation of worried Mandalorians, trying to care for a comrade who seemed to lose his mind. This heightened the effects of the fear that was beginning to settle like dust upon the entire region of Dromund Kaas. The frightened innocent of the Sith Capital proved helpful in the ability to project the fear Voracitos had created, and helped to create echoes outwardly as the Sith Master pushed it all back, creating an exponentially increasing state of paranoia, hysterics, and increased aggression. The other ships of the Mandalorian Fleet would be reporting similar symptoms of various individuals. The insanity was growing, and guilt was now be used. Not full memories, not just yet, but the feeling of memories were drawing nearer and nearer. The destruction of Dromund Kaas's surface and the billions of innocents below, along with each Mandalorians part it in sunk in. Though the zeal of their victory lessened it some, the guilt only began to eat away at it to the bidding of Voracitos. There was only one though who was most at threat to this attack of the minds... @[member="Captain Larraq"].
"I can't believe you did that. How dare you? You didn't even give the innocent a chance, you monster." The Captain had been sighted and the deranged Mandalorian approached his chair. He pulled out a gun and fired. Pandemonium broke loose, and regardless of the injuries of the Captain a Mandalorian open fired and killed the Lieutenant in response. Much shouting ensued. The bomb was at its peak, the glowing electric Shards were oozing in Dark Energy they were so full, so charged, they had infiltrated so many minds, with so many memories, so many important people to shatter into hysterics. Just one more moment, and then the Sith and Mandalorian would share one thing... the screams only produced by the one nightmare we hope to never encounter.
A holomessage would appear to @[member="Captain Larraq"]. It was a response from Circe to him. "I'd rather you worry about more important things, good sir. You may not be dead, but you're armorless."
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"Fire all guns."
The ground crew had been waiting for this moment - the asteroids were on their way, and the planetary defenses were already primed. The orbital defense stations as well were locked onto the large masses of rock hurtling towards the planet below. All guns on the stations located around the capital planet began to fire on the asteroids. Missiles flew towards them and shattered them into miniscule masses of molten rock. Some made contact with mines, being broken up that way. Others were directly blasted into bits, thanks to planetary-grade turbolasers spiked with agrocite. For now, things didn't seem too bad as the fragments of the asteroids began to burn up in the atmosphere.
The planetary shield, in concert with the planet's atmosphere itself, burned away most of the pieces. But there were some, however, large enough that even both of those couldn't melt them down fast enough. Around five percent of the asteroid pieces - still well over a kilometer's worth - impacted into the planet, many the size of large mansions. They spared not Sith nor Mandalorian, the rocks crashing down onto buildings, residential slums, and Mandalorian-occupied territory at high speed, leaving deep, gouging craters in the planet's surface. To make matters worse, some of the craters had vaporized power generators, and with a whir, a good portion of the planetary ion cannons and turbolasers were out of commission, as were the defenses surrounding them.
But the hypervelocity guns were still online, and with the asteroid threat out of the way, they were ready to perform their duty, aiming at the Mandalorian flagship - which had not yet restored its shields and was not protected by the asteroids located underneath its frame due to them having impacted the planet - as they charged up.
Then they fired at it, along with the orbital defense stations, the planetary turbolasers, etcetera. No one knew of the scuffle that was happening on the bridge - all they knew was that planetary defense-grade weapons had just released their full barrage of fire on the shieldless Mandalorian flagship, having of course adjusted to lead it with the vessel's current acceleration and speed. Though the planet was doomed, the few remaining defenders, knowing of all the suffering the Mandalorians would inflict on them if they were captured, would make a last strike against the Mandalorian ships overhead.
"From hell's heart, I stab at thee... For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee..."
Rygel Larraq watched the numbers scroll from the astromech and the ship's computers at the same time as a screaming man was being dragged from the bridge of his flagship. The asteroids had been launched at the planet moving at a speed of 74,216 meters every second (166,016 Miles per hour). Each asteroid measured in at a radius of at least 250 meters and was composed of dense nickel-iron. According to the calculations of the automatons Larraq depended on, each individual asteroid held the kinetic force of 15,200 megatons of TNT explosives. Larraq knew full well that each asteroid was going to do more damage than 150 of the most powerful nuclear bombs ever conceived.
What was even more apparent to him, was that they could not truly be stopped. The laws of physics simply did not allow for it. An object in motion... stays in motion... Unless an equal and opposite force is brought to bare. And since the Sith had no weapon capable of 15,200 megatons of damage, they were incapable of stopping his asteroids.
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True, they could fire at the asteroids with everything they had. Some of them would surely break into smaller chunks. But these chunks would range in size from that of a skyscraper to that of a common frigate. And no matter how much weaponry the Sith threw into the asteroids, they could not negate the mass or the speed of the asteroids. Broken up, the asteroid would maintain the same speed and still send the same overall mass of nickel-iron ore crashing into the planetary shield and the planet it that it protected.
It was obvious that what he was doing was dangerous and extremely risky. Had he not planned the assault to strike the planet at the exact opposite side from Kass City, he would surely have been responsible for the deaths of hundreds and thousands of Mandalorians as well. Thankfully, the minor delay that the Sith fleet had caused had ended up helping him. His original calculations had been off slightly and the impromptu rush back into position had helped to push the asteroids back onto his original target areas.
It was as he was focusing on these matters that a sudden flurry of movement caught his eye. He had only enough time to register that a pistol had been drawn on him before the weapon fired. His officer of the watch, however, had been far more attentive than Larraq when it came to the events that occurred within the ship itself. The armored Mandalorian's crushgaunt gloves clamped down on the muzzle of the weapon as it fired and his other hand slammed firmly into the jaw of the panicked Mandalorian, knocking him out in a single blow.
Staring vacantly at the officer's hand as realization dawned on him, Larraq took note of the blood dripping from where one of his fingers had been just moments ago. A simple nod was all it took for him to convey his thanks to the man who had just saved his life.
In that moment, Larraq realized that he had been a fool. He had focused so intently on the battlefield in front of him that he had not taken stock of the men and women by his side. Strong and proud, Mandalorians were raised from birth to be the perfect warriors. Every boy and girl learned how to fight and be strong from their mother and father. Once they were older, they learned from the schools that their clan provided for them. But the lesson was always the same. Fight. Be strong. Endure. Move forward. Do whatever you must, to protect the next generation of Mandalorians.
As Larraq absently took note of the Asteroids steadily closing with the planet itself, and the attacks of Escort Alpha and Escort Bravo against the orbital defenses of the planet, He focused on the men and women on his bridge. With the push of a button, he opened communications with every ship, shuttle, deck, hallway, and room in the fleet. He would speak to every single one of his men.
“Attention Mando'ade. This is the Captain of the Fleet. I know that many of you are uncomfortable with the parameters of this mission. And that is my fault. In my absolute faith in your abilities, I neglected to account for your needs and concerns. So now, in the hour of our revenge, I will remind you what is at stake.” Larraq said to his fleet as his hand subconsciously rested on the hilt of his saber.
“We are not here to kill the Sith.” He proclaimed bluntly. “We are not here to free their slaves or butcher their abominations. We are not here to smash their weapons and we are most certainly not here to murder their children.” He spat out with disdain as he glared at the unconscious Mando'ad that had tried to murder him a few moments ago. “We are here for one single and righteous reason.” He said pausing for dramatic effect. “To secure a future for our children.”
“Make no mistake.” He shouted out, head snapping to look in the direction of his bridge officers. “Every man, woman, and child on that planet is the enemy. They are our enemy and their children will be the enemy of our children.” He said as his hand clenched tightly around the handle of his sword. The ancient family heirloom practically called to him as he proclaimed his opinions of the Sith and their populations. “Treachery is in their blood. For every one of them we spare, we empower the enemies that our children will face in the coming generations.”
“Any man or woman that proclaims otherwise shall be known as Darmanda. We are of a singular culture and we are here for a singular goal. By striking at the heart of an empire, we show the entire galaxy the consequences of encroaching on Mandalorian boarders, the consequences of invading Mandalorian worlds, and the consequences of butchering Mandalorian children.” Larraq shouted with venom in his voice and hate in his eyes as he drew his sword.“The consequences shall always be death. And the result will be the complete and total annihilation of the Sith Empire's will to fight.”
“So rest assured my brothers and sisters. The lives we take here today are sacrifices worthy of the Toung themselves. We will not tolerate the Darmanda in our midst, and we will move forward with the full knowledge that today is a day of glory!” Larraq proclaimed as he thrust the tip of his sword into the skull of the unconscious Darmanda on the floor of his bridge.
Here and there on the ships, small cheers of approval could be heard as the men and woman of Larraq's fleet rallied under his leadership and unifying voice. There was still an edge of fear in each of them, but it had been abated. In spite of the fear that sent a tingle down their spine, Larraq's men and women would call upon their discipline and heightened moral to overcome the fear and do their job to the best of their ability. For the sake of their children.
As Larraq wiped the tip of his sword with a cloth to free it of Darmanda blood, his gaze was free to return to the holoprojection at the front of the bridge. What it showed him was not good, but it was no less than he had expected. Over two thirds of the asteroids had been broken into smaller chunks. But as each asteroid became two, and then four, and then eight massive chunks that continued to descend upon the world with little sign of slowing, the defensive weapons of Dromund Kaas became bogged down with an ever growing number of projectiles moving at increasingly erratic trajectories. The end result was obvious by the decreased accuracy of the weapons and their inability to effectively strike the remaining asteroids. The men, women, or automated droid brains that worked the weapons were becoming overwhelmed.
Larraq had taken this eventuality into consideration hours ago. By breaking up the asteroids into smaller chunks, but without reducing the overall mass or velocity of the incoming matter, the defenses of Dromund Kaas were helping to seal its fate. A single massive object applying force upon an energy shield can be devastating. But the shield system is designed to automatically prioritize energy to where it is needed. Now that so many of the asteroids had been broken up into dozens and hundreds of smaller pieces, the Planetary Shields of Dromund Kaas would be unable to focus its limited energy at any one point. In all actuality... The defensive weapons of the planet were increasing the destructive power of Larraq's attack by ensuring that a higher percentage of asteroids would punch through the shield and strike their targets.
Each target had been precisely calculated during the five hour journey to the planet. It was partially why the asteroids had been launched in groups of five. Mainly so that the Tractor Beam Projectors could focus their efforts into launching asteroids directly at specific cities and military targets, but also to ensure that the asteroids that were launched later had a higher chance of breaching the planetary shields and causing significantly more damage to targets of critical importance.
So as ground-based hypervelocity cannons fired again and again into the darkened heavens that surrounded Dromund Kaas, planetary shields had to be moved and refocused to allow these weapons to pierce through and strike at their targets. What few orbital defenses were in place had already been engaged by the ships and weapons of Escort Alpha and Escort Bravo. Thanks to the incredible speed and the angles of approach, these ships were incredibly difficult to track and predict. This and nearly this alone was to account for their ability to avoid the massive volume of orbital weapons that targeted them and the asteroids equally.
In space, it was a decisive victory over the defenses of the planet as the Mandalorian fleet angled themselves to enter into a slingshot maneuver around the world. The brave defenders of Dromund Kaas had no choice but to rely upon their ground-based weapons to attempt to defend the world of their masters. Unfortunately, they were only adding fuel to the fire that was Larraq's attack. By forcing the Planetary Shield to adjust itself and allow the powerful hypervelocity guns to fire, they were only adding to the strain on the Planetary Shield's limited power supply.
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As the probe closed with the planet and the curve of the celestial body could no longer be seen at the edges of the image, the bright and unmistakable shimmer of a planetary shield illuminated the face of the world. Massive siege weapons fired toward and from the world as a brief war raged in the heavens above the planet. A blinding light blocked the planet from view as the first of the asteroids impacted the shield, shattered, and continued forward towards the surface of the planet. Billions of tons of rock and metal descended upon the world below. On the surface of the planet, the sky was briefly covered in a blinding blue light as the shield struggled to protect the occupants of the doomed world. Moments later, hell rained down upon them as the remains of shattered asteroids destroyed the peace and mundanely of their lives.
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The shields flickered and held, briefly, as more and more asteroids punched through the shield and descended rapidly through the atmosphere of the planet. Larger and larger chunks of rock and metal forced their way into the atmosphere of the planet and created overlapping shockwaves that flattened entire cities as they impacted the ground at speeds several hundred times faster than that of a speeding bullet. In many places, death was instantaneous and without warning.
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In silence, the planetary shield finally sputtered and died, leaving the final five asteroids unopposed in their assault of the planet. At key and precisely planned locations upon the face of Dromund Kaas, the destruction was absolute and without mercy. Multiple fireballs seven kilometers wide rose quickly into the skies of the world and created light 16 times brighter than the light of a sun. Where meteors failed to strike, massive earthquakes shook the ground and forced buildings from their foundations. Rock and mud and sand ejected itself from the face of the planet as the world trembled from the impacts and the faces of mountains slid into the valleys below. For those that survived the first few moments of horror that befell the planet, the overlapping shockwaves were a final act of mercy upon them as 2080 meter per second winds whipped around the planet and annihilated all in their path.
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TWO THIRDS OF THE PLANET
KAAS CITY
On the far side of the planet, Kass city trembled in its foundation as the earth shook and the sky was blown clear of clouds and replaced minutes later by a coating of dirt and ash that slowly rained from the heavens. Winds unlike anything felt by living beings tore mercilessly through the city as building after building succumbed and crumbled to the city streets below. Only the massive, reinforced frame of the Citadel seemed immune to the desolation caused by trembling dirt and raging winds.
Sith and Mandalorian alike, the few souls lucky enough to survive the first several minutes of horror to befell the planet came to a simple and universal conclusion.
Basaba looked up as she stood there and saw everything coming. The sight was something to behold before she thought to herself and was rushing inside the one building and down below. "Oh frak oh frak oh frak running running running time." The building might not survive but the shelter she was in should be able to as the first sounds of impact came with the rumbling quake that knocked her over to the side. The large mandalorian did one thing she crouched in a corner and put her hands over her head as it went between her legs until it was over as her teeth rattled in her helmet.
Then it was over and Basaba was crawling through the debris as there was only silence and dust. Her suit sealed and the internal oxygen work as she got up covered in permacrete dust. Most systems of her armor were working but not quite while she started working and looked at the destruction. The safety location was well everywhere and when she approached the citadel the mando spoke. "So I guess we win."
Shane was in the Shev and as the cloaked ship sat there over the planet cloaked and hidden waiting for the signal to get everyone he saw it and heard the transmissions. The mandalorian sat there in the chair and didn't speak at the impact while he brought a hand to his chin and touched his head. Running a hand over the skin of his scalp. "There are some days when I am surprised at what can be done with a little math and a tractor beam, contact Larrag when we have a chance and tell him the Shev will head down when it is able to and search for survivors."
Allison couldn't believe the destruction that had come to the world, the sights and the sounds of it all while she stood there and covered in charred marks on her armor. The method to survive had taken a different route as the imperial walker she had found provided some cover with the bodies of all the soldiers around them. Piled on her while the giant was in a hole in the ground. Them buried on top of her and in the end the walker had been blown away while dust had entombed her. It had taken longer then she thought it would to climb out and walk to join the others but standing there while she crouched low.
After several hours Asar woke up from deep meditation. The worst injuries were healed enough for him to join the fight, although he had to evade more experienced and powerful enemies such as the mad Mandalorian woman. He grabbed the helmet, but didn't put it on as it was too damaged to be functional. He'd repair it after Kaas city was saved, the Kel-Dor decided. He walked out of the building and stopped shocked right away. The city layed in ruins and the sky was burning from all the asteroids falling down. "Hell!!!" Asar cursed and started running towards the skyport where his ship was docked. He noticed few Mandalorians here and there, but the fight was the last thing he thought about. Dromund Kaas was doomed he was sure of it. Now he'd be glad to save himself.
Thanks to The Force he used to rejuvenate his limbs, he got to the Starport sooner than anyone could really stop him. Even if anyone tried to do it, Asar would just ran away and took a detour. Only when he was safely in his YT-1930 with motors roaring as he was ascending, Asar let himself to breath more easily. But the fight wasn't over yet. The Sith Apprentice had to use all his talents and his connection to Force to dodge the asteroids. When he got finally to the orbit, another unpleasant surprise waited him there - Mandalorian fleet. Asar cursed once more and pointed the ship right at the most distant position from the fleet. Always checking the monitor for incoming attacks, the Kel-Dor got out of the gravity well created by the planet and star and hit the hyper engine. He put coordinates for Korriban in the computer. There he'd have to find somebody to train him, so he won't suffer such a defeat next time.
Ordo had dug in between two buildings. A stupid move. He lay beneath enough rubble to choke a krayt dragon. His mind was in near constant replay of his short time with Bria. Her long brown hair and tender eyes. He remembered leaving her on Corellia for one last job, a job that should have set them up for life. They would have had their own farm and ship repair. He could almost feel her small hand wrapped in his. She was everything good in him then and was still even now. When he came home from the job he had went on their home was destroyed and Bria was gone.
A tear streaked done the big man's scarred face and he roared inside his buy'ce.
"Enough!" He screamed as he longed to tear his mind away from the memories that haunted his sleep.
"Focus you son of a bantha loving nerf!" He. Screamed at himself. He breathed deep, forced his already dry throat to ignor the dust that made it through his filters and pushed.
The memories of Bria caused him pain that no lightsaber could accomplish and he would not die under some shoddy sith craftsmanship while the chance that Bria was still out there somewhere. His joints ached and his muscles strained as the wieght of the rubble began to shift. He gritted his teeth so hard blood started to run from his gums. His joints felt on the verge of snapping when some rubble fell from his back. Air rushed into his lungs. He pushed harder and got a knee in under him, then two his veins rushed with anger and pain like a torrent of water butsting a damn. More rubble crashed away. He gathered everything he had and vowed to Bria That today would not be his last, but he wasn't sure he could keep that promise. His life was all he had at that moment and looking back he wasn't so sure it was worth holding on to.
Finally the last of the duracrete fell as a Vod he didn't know pulled him out while three others lifted the thick chunk of wall. Ordo collapsed at his feet before croaking out a "vor entye". They didn't have time to waste on bleeding and dying however and Ordo was hauled up between to of his former trainees and dragged toward the evac point. He willed his feet to move and they did ok but he was weak and probably bleeding internally. After Larraq's stunt here every numb nut with a tractor beam would be trying to pummel planets with asteroids. The Manda help us when it comes back around to us.
Boom. The war was over. Asteroids rained down upon the planet, and Voracitos could not hold in the Dark Energies he held. A massive unimaginable wave of memories spilled forth to everything within the vacinity of Dromund Kaas. Feelings of fear, dread, anger, frustration, guilt, guilt, resentment, sorrow, anything that could be felt had impaled every living thing not already prepared for it. Space or ground, all of the Kaas system suffered to their very core as the world around them or below them burned. Victorious outcries and feelings of joy or satisfaction were quickly turned into blood lust and dissatisfaction. Those who justified their actions would soon face wave after wave of regret, and guilt (two feelings he focused on when it wasn't fear). Memory after memory, he and his shards had picked out some of the best triggers that could be pulled for the War fighters. Anything that could be used, he spread out as far as he could, bringing a spiritual strain on himself as he pushed the limits of his Shard Castle. The effort was so great it slowed his ship to a halt by his sheer force of will.
Insanity had been building for the past hour and now the Ghost Emperor had unleashed his avenging fury upon all the contributors to this outrageous failure... sith, mandalorian, independents, civilians, dogs, plants... everything here was a victim... everything would be punished for their obscure failures. Even Voracitos himself, as in the possess of his bomb he was forced into a mental break down as he relived time and time again of his failure of Ashins Coup, and every failure she had instilled in him thereafter. He saw himself again and again destroy the pillar that was himself, thrown by the will of Ashin. Even the crystals screamed their silent screams reminded of the terror they could not remember, in their final days of true consciousness. Every pain anyone had felt strongly of plagued them now, and a repeat occurred as if it were new, to the falling of the asteroids.
Was it even possible for a ghost to be in terror? Apparently so, Voracitos was reduced to a babbling mess upon his imaginary floor, the Shards of his holocron falling in on him in imagination, their chains rattling as they enslaved him too. The nightmares continued on and on ceaselessly. It would continue until the collective power of the Shards and Voracitos was but a wisp. There was one thing for sure though for Voracitos...
He just wanted to go home...
And so he did, to Korriban, where a new Emperor was crowned as his temple was besieged.
The guns that had fired against the Mandalorian ship, prior to their destruction, noticed that the Mandalorian commander evidently made absolutely no response to their firing upon his vessel. Considering the amount of hypervelocity gun rounds hurtling towards the Mythosaur's important places, is was more than likely that the vessel had sustained significant damage to its bridge, sensor arrays and the port rear engine array. Hopefully, this would cripple the warship for long enough that the orbital defenses still intact could deal with the Mandalorian warship.
The Mythosaur, in the middle of its slingshot maneuver, failed to be struck by any weapons that happened to still be functioning after the asteroids had flattened two thirds of the planet and his escort formations had engaged the orbital defenses. The Mythosaur failed to even notice that these shots were fired in their general direction.
@[member="Circe Savan"]
((Circe, if you want to participate in an invasion.... participate. Running away and lashing out with NPC's is generally frowned upon.))
((I'm sorry, I had to IC transfer my fleet from Dromund Kaas to Dac, considering the fact that you and your allies have chosen to continue multi-invading a broken faction that's going to die in less than one week. As well, I'm only trying to keep it real, since this entire invasion was karked up from the get-go with absolutely zero space defenses sans the Maw fleet. I would have loved to participate more, and enjoyed participating more, in this invasion, if not for the fact that it's a lost cause, the planet has already been given the BDZ policy with those asteroids you brought, thus giving the Mandos the apparent victory, and there are at least four other invasions from three factions, including the Mandalorians, going on. Again, I have no choice.))
The orbital defenses continued to fire upon the Mandalorian ships. Every last starfighter, even training craft, were launched to engage and destroy the escorts. Detritus-class Heavy Bombers sent plasma torpedoes and antimatter-charged nuclear bombs towards the warships, Eightguns, Tarals, and other ships engaging the fighters and bombers launched by the Mandalorian warship. Concussion missiles, proton rockets, turbolasers, ion cannons, and mass drivers from the various stations all fired upon the warships as they moved forward. The planet would be paid for in blood.
Due to the extreme speeds of the craft and the constantly changing trajectories as they struggled to fight the gravitational pull of the planet yet also stay within its effects, the movements of the Mandalorian fleet were impossible to predict. The Mandalorian fleet was moving at a faster speed than the bullets and missiles being launched at them. Faster by several hundred times. The only weapons that had a chance of striking them were the laser and ion weapons that struggled to aim at the Mandalorian fleet circling the planet. What few weapons that did find their mark struck the front shields of Escort Alpha which was moving directly in front of the Mythosaur, protecting the vulnerable flagship with their own hulls and shields. Here and there, a laser blast scorched the hull of the Mythosaur. Hull breaches occurred on multiple levels as superheated plasma forced its way into and through the ship at various locations. But on the whole, damage was minimal and casualties were light. Bulkhead doors sealed tight where ruptures had occurred and the ship's shields came online by the time the flagship and two escort fleets had come to the far side of the planet. Except where the port side was concerned. It would take a considerable time to repair the damage to the port side of the ship.
As the Mandalorian ships finished lapping the planet, their speed had reduced significantly thanks to the gravitational pull of the planet. But they had not slowed down enough to be at controllable speeds. Knowing that their only other option was to allow themselves to be hurled back into space, Larraq ordered the entire fleet to jump to Hyperspace as was the plan from the beginning. Looking at his watch, Larraq saw that it was now exactly 2 hours and 49 minutes from the last time he had given orders to Escort Bravo. His plan had come together almost exactly the way he had envisioned it. They were on time and on course.
"Set course for Rally Point Sierra and launch when ready." Larraq ordered to his bridge crew. A few seconds later, the Mandalorian fleet entered hyperspace towards the general direction of Korriban.
Due to the extreme speeds of the craft and the constantly changing trajectories as they struggled to fight the gravitational pull of the planet yet also stay within its effects, the movements of the Mandalorian fleet were impossible to predict. The Mandalorian fleet was moving at a faster speed than the bullets and missiles being launched at them. Faster by several hundred times. The only weapons that had a chance of striking them were the laser and ion weapons that struggled to aim at the Mandalorian fleet circling the planet. What few weapons that did find their mark struck the front shields of Escort Alpha which was moving directly in front of the Mythosaur, protecting the vulnerable flagship with their own hulls and shields. Here and there, a laser blast scorched the hull of the Mythosaur. Hull breaches occurred on multiple levels as superheated plasma forced its way into and through the ship at various locations. But on the whole, damage was minimal and casualties were light. Bulkhead doors sealed tight where ruptures had occurred and the ship's shields came online by the time the flagship and two escort fleets had come to the far side of the planet. Except where the port side was concerned. It would take a considerable time to repair the damage to the port side of the ship.
As the Mandalorian ships finished lapping the planet, their speed had reduced significantly thanks to the gravitational pull of the planet. But they had not slowed down enough to be at controllable speeds. Knowing that their only other option was to allow themselves to be hurled back into space, Larraq ordered the entire fleet to jump to Hyperspace as was the plan from the beginning. Looking at his watch, Larraq saw that it was now exactly 2 hours and 49 minutes from the last time he had given orders to Escort Bravo. His plan had come together almost exactly the way he had envisioned it. They were on time and on course.
"Set course for Rally Point Sierra and launch when ready." Larraq ordered to his bridge crew. A few seconds later, the Mandalorian fleet entered hyperspace towards the general direction of Korriban.
Ayra observed Dromund Kaas, as it burned by the Mandalorians. She had escaped the Sith Citadel in Kaas city after her duel with Northstar, by detonating the explosives she had planted in the western wing of the building. She then commanded her shuttle to meet her outside of the destroyed balcony and leaped inside. Now she was sat at the helm of the ship, her golden eyes filled with fire as she watched the capital of the Empire fall. Sounds from the dashboard ahead broke her out of her trance. Mandalorian fighters were in bound. She knew from her piloting experience that she had enough time to turn tail and run. She gave Kaas one last look before engaging the hyperdrive, course set for Korriban. Tears of deep fury filled the Sith Marauder as she leaned back, as if all the fires currently burning on Dromund Kaas were nothing in comparison to her own. They would pay for this.
