We're Going To Annihilate...

[Rusken Shaxx]

Lord Pathollex merely stood with arms crossed, observing the woman as she spoke of this... man. Who was it? All questions aside, a subtle nod escaped the Jedi Hunter as he followed along with what [member="Darth Ayra"] spoke of. His gaze would ever so patiently watch the probe she held, eager to find out who this "man behind the shadows" really was.

"Ships... I appreciate them, but they lack the satisfaction one can draw from butchering the enemy face-to-face. I suppose that is why I'm here."

He let out a dark chuckle, falling silent soon after and then returning his full attention to the news at hand.

[member="Darth Ayra"]| Darth Ferus | Brutus Tyval | Darth Voracitos | Hunter Yagami | Maleus |

 

[Brutus Tyval]

Brutus stood at the side of the Sith, glancing towards Ayra for a mere second. "What is it that you wish for me to do, Ayra? I mean. I didn't come here in vain, did I?" Brutus seemed quite the cocky lad at first sight, but people would soon be able to see through what Brutus really had in mind. Brutus laid his eyes on the probe that Ayra held, and fixed his gaze upon it for a few moments.

[member="Darth Ayra"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] |

Darth Ayra turned and stepped to the side as the probe activated, displaying any holographic recording. It was displayed the representation of the Obscurity, the first and only Attrition-class Star Destroyer in the galaxy; long lost and forgotten by some since the fall of the Sith Empire.

Except for now.

"This ship is the Obscurity. From what we know, a Sith Lord called Darth Vazela had it developed and then assembled in the Mon Calamari shipyards. It was also where a new piece of technology, from which the vessel revolved itself around, was invented by Vazela himself, if the records are true." As she spoke, the holographic representation of the Obscurity switched to the schematics and designs of the Annihilator-class generator. The Sith Lord turned to her entourage. "I spent months pillaging the archives, treasure troves of information on Sabarene. Seemingly, an Sith Council had formed there shortly after the fall of the Empire, but were subsequently massacred. What they collected were held within Darth Vulcanus's Sith Temple and it was here, that I found records of this lost Star Destroyer and the technology that it had."

Lowering her index finger to the probe, she pressed a button on top of it and it deactivated. Darth Ayra caught it in her arms before it fell, before concealing it within her Sith robe. Lifting her sulfuric, yellow eyes to each of them after the process, she said. "And that is why I asked some of you to come, whilst others," she briefly grinned at [member="Brutus Tyval"] and @Maelus, before continuing. "Turned up on their own accord. You see, gentlemen, we're going to find the Obscurity, where I am going to take command of it. The Annihilator-class generators on board will then be studied by the Engineers and Scientists at this facility and then replicated for the Annihilator-class boarding shuttles we are developing."

"Are you in or out?" Ayra finished, crossing her arms over her chest, observing them from a distance with a cold, somber look.

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

The Obscurity... a name lost but not forgotten by Pathollex. He remembered the time when he was aboard such a fine vessel, when he conversed face-to-face with the one named Vilox Pazela. That was a time of when the one named Zius Aurus still existed, but now no longer a reality within the realm of the New Order. The conversation that took place was still questionable even to this day, the very query of whether or not the Jedi Hunter could control his lust to become something more, if he was really just a murderer with a lightsaber. These questions haunted the new dominant personality no more, as they were devices of its own desire to exist in the world. Like an abortion that was cheated out of life, only to have the spirit of its vengeance live on as madness and the desire to slay.

Pathollex simply nodded once more at [member="Alicia Drey"], not showing any sign of hesitation.

| Brutus Tyval | Darth Ferus | Darth Voracitos | Hunter Yagami | Maleus |

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] |

"Good. The Niathal is waiting up above for us to take off. Let's go." Folding away her equipment, Ayra turned to lead her entourage of Sith back up to the surface. As she climbed up the stairs, she thought about why she was going through with this. The Annihilator-class shuttles would be pivotal to Ziost falling back into the clutches of Darth Voracitos. It was then the intentions of the aspiring Darth to use her connections, her in the New Order, to ensure that Ziost ended up in the Sith's right hands.

Ziost would be hers and then she would have the option of using it as leverage to her own schemes. Constantly, she continued to dangle bits of pieces here and there in front of the Sith and they followed the bait, like starving children to scraps of meat. She couldn't help but emit a soft giggle as she reached the summit of the balcony and began making her way back to the landing pad from before, where the Niathal laid in waiting.

 

[Brutus Tyval]

Brutus seemed quite nervous about the whole deal about taking over Obscurity, why would Ayra do something like that? Either way, Brutus had made up his mind. He was going to help Ayra none-the-less, perhaps Brutus would be paid for it, perhaps he would be paid in something else than riches. Brutus made his way up to the front of the entourage of Sith, and began to whisper to Ayra. "Ayra. If there is anything you need done on the side of this, anyone who you may suspect going against you in this entourage. You can leave me to handle it. A single order and I'll do what needs to be done. I'm all yours now."

Brutus quickly gave her a nod after his whispers, and stroked his tattooed hand along her arm, in a comforting manner, somehow noticing that she seemed a bit troubled by the plan she had made up herself.

@Darth Ayra

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] |

Ayra nodded her head to Brutus, moving out onto landing platform. Rain still assaulted the metallic floor, making it a slippery surface. She was extra careful not to slip, as she approached the Niathal. That would be embarrassing. Lowering the ramp of her shuttle, she passed through the doors and back inside. "Secure yourselves in, the take off will be rough and we don't need anyone getting injured." Lowering herself into the pilots chair, she closed the door and ramp, when everyone was on board and performed a pre flight check over the Niathal's systems, before taking off, setting course for Morellia.

Where the Obscurity laid in waiting.

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] |

Morellia system.

Malus Bligh, commander of the Obscurity, was still stationed above Morellia, since his return to the heart of Imperial space, where he subsequently joined the New Order. The conflict with the pirates there had been dealt with, and so Malus waited, for orders. Eyes set on the transparisteel screen, he knew that he's crew were excited for the future. The Sith Empire, in the form of the New Order, was back. Returning to the service of the Sith, as they were born and trained to do, was fulfilling after the hell they had been put through in the Unknown Regions. Malus reclined in his seat, and relaxed.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] | [member="Malus"] |

Location: The Niathal
Objective: Find the Obscurity

Ayra had her eyes on the transparisteel screen ahead. But her eyes were not seeing. No, they were on the plan. She had not alerted the others to the others about her ulterior motives behind them finding [member="Malus"] and consequentially, the Obscurity. The idea was to not only use the Annihilator-class generators that Voracitos had told her about, which were found on the Attrition-class Star Destroyer, but also recruit the commander, it's crew and the ship itself to the Leagues cause, thus ushering a new era of warfare. Stygium technology. The ability to pick off your enemy, without detection. Without even a shot being fired upon you, if you were good enough. Fitting for an era set hundreds of years after the Battle of Yavin.

She raised her voice. "We have one hour until we arrive in the Morellia system. All of you are to follow my lead. No exceptions."

 

[Darth Voracitos]

An hour until they met their "mysterious" benefactor, Darth Voracitos. Oh but wasn't he dead? Yes indeed, though they would find his infinite will transcended even the laws of death. He was a being of Chaos now, a furnace of hate for an age old enemy, a furnace the churned out Empires to raze the galaxy until he found her. It was in his mind that where chaos spurned, the order maker Varanin must follow some time.

Alas, he had not found her since the Abominor. What a fight that had been, yet it was so unsatisfying. He barely remember its conclusion, but he did remember the satisfaction in his enemies surprise when a dead fellow like him could take the machines he had present and smash them together into a golum of his likeness. If only she knew from what distance he had managed it! All the more fearful of his presence she would be, he felt. Alas again, that satisfaction was not found.

But it was through this nostalgia that Voracitos would attempt a similar feat, though from a much less of a bold distance, and without the quality he had created specifically for Varanin. It would seem these days, he had fits of nostalgia, especially when he attempted to sleep (to no avail due to his form). It would seem whenever he tried to sleep he was reminded of his age old anchor to this place... that burning hatred he had for the wounder of his pride. He would find her again one day, and he would find a weakness in her to exploit... totally, and it will crush her before her final hours. He would make sure of it with the same level of confidence he had that he would watch her final hours when they came. He transcended death... would she be capable of the same? He had no knowledge of it, but he feared she might, and then his feat would be made less real to him... it would be the final wound to him... the final destruction.

But that would not happen this day, or any day soon. Today was about something different entirely. It was about the usurpation of an Empire, the wounding of its pride, to sow Choas. The stygium had been collected, and for good purpose. He needed a shadow fleet, nothing as noticeable and iconic as his massive space station... no only a shuttle was necessary for the operations he had planned. He needed a way of turning the tide in the battle that had not yet come. As of yet, his vision didn't seem too enticing... not yet. But it would if this mission was a success.

He remember the Pazela person, when he first came out of hiding to speak with him. The conversation, he didn't remember much, but the presence of the person was remembered. For whatever reason, he had been remember, and so too did he remember the classified project to cloak an entire Star Destroyer... He knew it had been stolen, the empire deprived of such a superior weapon. He wanted it, but it had vanished... but not in the way it was planned. Luckily, he had many resources for delving into information like this. A probe on Mon Calamari had interrogated and tortured the system one individual at a time, until the information he wanted was gathered.

A probe appeared on The Niathal, making its presence known to the congregation. A hologram was projected, with the ghastly form of the Sith Spirit. A miniaturized blob of lard.

"Quite the congregation you have collected Darth Ayra. I am impressed. How much do they know?" He asked [member="Alicia Drey"] directly, as the probe floated and made its way to the center of them all.

[member="Brutus Tyval"], [member="Lord Pathollex"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Maleus"], [member="Malus"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] | [member="Maleus"] | [member="Malus"] |

Ayra felt the probe activate and rise up from within her probes to the side, hovering in the air. She felt the familiar presence inside the device, as well. Voracitos had turned his gaze to the Sith Lord and her entourage. Without turning to face the probe, she answered his question. "They know about the Obscurity and they know that we're going to use it's technology to create the shuttles. That's all." Her gaze still on the transparisteel screen, focus on flying the Niathal, she commented. "Perhaps you should introduce yourself? I'm sure you would be in for a warm reception."

She checked the dash board. They were about to arrive. "Good," thought Ayra. "The quicker I get away from Voracitos, the better. He gives me the creeps."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Fringe forces were invited to oppose here.

IC/
MORELLIA

The request on Ashin's desk could be paraphrased simply enough.

Proceed to Morellia to find the Fringe vessel Obscurity. The vessel and crew have deserted. Subdue, capture if possible, destroy if not.

Signed, Lucianus Adair and various other members of the High Council.

Apparently, opinions differed as to the ownership of the vessel, whose upkeep, fuel, arsenal and paychecks had all apparently been on the Fringe tab for a goodly while -- private citizens couldn't manage the upkeep on Star Destroyers. But that wasn't Ashin's problem. Her problem was the Star Destroyer Obscurity.

The Chimaera's class-0.5 hyperdrive could get it anywhere faster than anything, but she'd taken it slow so the rest could keep up -- a mere class-1. As she exited hyperspace over Morellia, at least half an hour outside turbolaser range of the Obscurity, two small vessels exited in her wake, and cloaked immediately, possibly before sensors detected them as different from the larger ship.

"Crystal Gravfield Trap reads the Obscurity, Admiral."

The woman once known as Grand Admiral Shira Karrde gave the sensor readouts a sharp-edged grin. "All ships, full speed ahead. Fire energy torpedos as soon as a targeting solution is achieved."

The two small, undetectable, blindingly fast Penumbra-class interdictors fanned out to approach. In about five minutes, they'd get close enough to drop their pulse-mass mines, pinning down everything within about a dozen planetary radii.

The Chimaera's primary armament was turbolaser-based, for maximum power and reliability, but ten heavy energy torpedo launchers and forty dual light energy torpedo launchers -- a heavy being equivalent to an assault concussion missile, a light being equivalent to a standard starfighter warhead -- traversed on heavily armored turrets as the Chimaera reoriented to face the CGT contact. The joy of a classic Star Destroyer build like the Invictus-class was its ability to concentrate all fire along a forward vector, unlike the more fluid Obscurity. The energy torpedo launchers had a ludicrously bad recharge rate: sixty seconds for the heavies, thirty for the lights. But energy torpedos outranged turbolasers by a good order of magnitude, and travelled at twenty percent of lightspeed -- basically infinitely faster than a turbolaser's plasma bolt. Unguided, straight-line fire, impossible to intercept with flak or point-defense guns. On the Obscurity, should the barrage strike, it would look like brilliant, burning light.

Adair, it appeared, was not amused by Malus Bligh's attempt to spirit this valuable asset away to the enemies of the Fringe.

 

[Aran Finn]

"You would have thought..." Alen mused, holding his half-eaten pallie in his right hand as he joined Ashin on the bridge. "That they would have learned from the Circe kaggath incident."

The Fringe didn't take to being screwed around lightly. Trying to spirit away a Fringe military vessel was criminally stupid. Alen Na'Varro and his compatriots were powerful monsters that killed monsters. These powerful monsters also paid for and maintained incredibly costly vessels for their allies and citizens. When those allies and citizens took the Fringe's generosity for granted and tried to take those ships that they'd hemorrhaged credits on when they left for other pastures, that annoyed the High Council. The High Council then sent high-level warriors like Na'Varro and [member="Ashin Varanin"] out, who promptly returned the ship (or destroyed it if it was a hunk of junk), and strung the offender up by his intestines. And people kept trying to pull this crap. Others had been killed for less.

Na'Varro took a bite of the pallie and tossed the core into a nearby trash disposal unit. Bulls eye.

"They should've tried t'be civil." He said as he munched. "At least 'end Luc a text or somethin'."

Alen swallowed the last of it and patted Ashin on the back.

"Good luck, not that you need it. I'm going to go smash something."

...​

​

Five minutes later, a Kuat Drive Yards Blackbird fighter roared out of the Chimaera's hangar, stealth systems engaged. It was stealthy, punched hard, had a gravitic modulator, sublight speed of one ... basically, it was the most beautiful thing Alen had ever seen. Okay, maybe in the top five at least ... but boy, she was a treat. Now Alen's Blackbird lay in wait, undetectable and fully protected, and waited for Ashin to do her thing. And no one did her thing better than her.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer remained quiet on the bridge, she was more focused with the fruit she had smuggled on board. Taking a bite into the ripe flesh of the apple, she sucked slightly drawing in the sweet nectar of the apple. Chewing as quietly as she could, she glanced towards Alen and Ashin as they discussed the important matters. Spencer wrinkled her nose as she realized some of the juice from the apple clung to the corner of her lip. Her tongue poked out from behind her lips and she quickly cleaned up a bit. Once Alen had left the bridge, the girl finished the apple and remained sitting like a minx against one of the unimportant control panels.

Orders were sent out and Spencer watched the monitors as the same orders were carried out by the crew. She wondered what the deserters were thinking? Had their stay in the Fringe been so horrible that they felt just up and leaving would play out well? Rubbing her nose slightly with the back of her index finger, she shook her head. Everything was based on trust and freedom within the Fringe – if they wanted to leave they just had to say so. Though, the fun they were going to be having wouldn’t be happening if the deserters weren’t cowards.

So where was the fun in that?

Moving off the panel, Spencer walked quietly towards the throne like command chair of the great Admiral. For formalities sake, she grinned and brushed aside a bit of her blonde hair from her face. Spencer bit her lower lip as she spoke to the woman on the bridge – her tone soft and excited like a child. “My Master, when do I get to play with the deserters?”

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Suddenly, the Sith Spirits interest in this place spiked. For a solid moment, the probe just sat there... not doing anything as the Dark Lord tried to process what was going on.

"As much fun as that would be, I feel as if though we have several party-crashers on our tails this very moment..." The probe droid said in its master's voice, with every degree of agitation to perfection, in response to Ayra's remark of introduction. Darth Voracitos wasn't going to pretend like he knew what exactly was happening, but the only thing he did know that was important was that they were being attacked. The plans could wait, he had to ensure the security of this operation first, and if that meant wiping out a star destroyer or a small fleet of them, he would do it... of course, there was going to be a substantial wait... a REALLY substantial wait. It may even be too late by the time he arrives on the scene in full glory. But one thing was certain in his mind, a pivotal operation was in danger, and it needed his direct and personal attention above anything else he may have been in the middle of before.

Being so far away from the scene, he could not sense the memorized presence of Ashin Varanin... not yet. But as soon as he did... his interest would not only spike... it would break the scale into dust. Even the operation would be sacrificed to meet her in mortal combat once more. He had thus far since the Abominor, had difficulty in tracking Varanin down, even after a galactic surveillance program he had initiated over the stretch between death and now, with an innumerable amount of probes.

Having none of that knowledge now, all he could do was respond to the current stimuli.

"Full disclosure of the mission will be displayed in detail later, but the shortened version is this: stealth shuttles with ion cannons and plasma cutters to board enemy ships, that the league will use to steal vessels for the Usurping of Ziost. If you want to live, you'll make yourself useful in the defense of the Obscurity and its stealth equipment. Understood? Move!" He barked orders to everything around him, as his Probe intercepted a multitudes of electronic information gathered by the ships surrounding it, and using the dozens of probes quadruple triangulating the entire planet in geo-stationary orbit to gather advanced intel on the Invasive ships.

Obviously, there would naturally nothing Voracitos could do to match the fleeting power of someone like Ashin as his writer was the most basic example of a newb in this field, but he'd do everything in his power to preserve that craft. So far in his mind, it depended on everything he had planned for the future. Unfortunately for him, he would not be able to protect the Obscurity from damage using the force due to the simple fact he couldn't get a visual grasp on the thing, and he was ill prepared in the "surprise" attack to shield it. Immediately transfixed on the situation, already the Lord of Gluttony was preparing focused energy within himself to be unleashed in any area within visual range as needed.

Already, tendrils of his presence began to invisible ooze out of the photo-receptors of all the probes in the area to peer into the area, to feel it, and to detect the oddities that troubled him most. In moments, his excitement would climax at the revelation of his rival's presence... or at the very least if that could not be done, her apprentice's presence.

Unsure of what else to write and react to, Voracitos' writer decided that was a good place to stop until he had a better idea of what he was dealing with precisely.

Brutus Tyval, Lord Pathollex, Darth Ferus, Maleus, Malus, [member="Alicia Drey"], [member="Alen Na'Varro"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"] D) [member="Ashin Varanin"] (squees fanboyishly)

 

[Lucianus Adair]

As the High Councilor for Economic Affairs, seeing an asset simply slink off when one thought there was no-one looking put a bee in his metaphorical bonnet. As Lucianus Adair, a man of... certain proclivities, he was incensed. Possessiveness was deeply woven into his nature, and its reach spread far and wide - to his allies, the citizens, and the resources of the Fringe, and beyond. Last, but not least, it insulted his sensibilities. For all he was, all he was capable of, the Sith Lord had a certain taste for and need for adherence to social protocol. To sum up - they could have asked. He could be reasonable...

...until someone decided to give him a reason to act otherwise. This was why the Chimaera sat over Morellia, set to capture or destroy. Adair returned to the bridge of the Chimaera just as Jacobs queried as to when she would be allowed to play with the deserters. Approaching to peer out at the world below, and the Obscurity, he spoke, regardless of the fact that the question had not been directed at him.

"Soon. It is not enough to simply teach them a lesson. They must be concerned at the predicament they have so foolishly put themselves into... perhaps even frightened."

Something that was not so much a grin, as much as the baring of teeth under a dark demeanour, split his lips. His fists curled. His words came out stern, clipped, and growling, as he stood there along with [member="Ashin Varanin"] and [member="Spencer Jacobs"], as [member="Alen Na'Varro"] went out. He could have just left them to do the work... but it was not in him to sit idly by, not when his 'buttons' had been pushed so.

"No. Frightened, without a doubt. Preferable. No-one simply takes what is ours."

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Lord Pathollex"] | [member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Brutus Tyval"] | [member="Hunter Yagami"] (Come on man, trying to give you RP here ) | [member="Maleus"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Lucianus Adair"] |

The Niathal came out of hyperspace to be greeted by the site of a battle. Ayra was shocked, before lowering her gaze to the probe. Hearing Voracitos, the young Sith Lord came to understand the deceased Dark Lord of the Sith. She could sense them too, although she was unfamiliar with who they were, having never confronted with the Fringe Confederation and their monsters.

She hailed @Malus. "Commander, this is Darth Ayra. We have picked up readings that you are being attacked. I can see where the shots are coming from, but it appears to be coming out of no where. Maybe another cloaked ship? I'd suggest scanning for any anomalies around the Obscurity. Ayra out." Indeed, although Ayra, Malus nor any of her allies could see the Chimaera, they could see where the turbolaser and ion shots were fired upon. But that only gave them a vague, general idea of where the advanced Imperial II-class Star Destroyer was. Tracking and lock onto to counter attack would be difficult, without crystal grav field technology.

She brought up her communique to send a transmission to [member="Aken Bosch"], the fleet Admiral that had served the Sith Empire during the reign of Tyrin Ardik, before abandoning it after the Umbaran was usurped. Bosch and the remnant of the Empire's forces were then aligned to the League of Red, after a meeting with Darth Voracitos; and now Bosch worked with the New Order as well. Malus had done well to get the Obscurity to New Order space, and it's capital no less. Outnumbering the Fringe, although they didn't know who they were currently, would surely seal the Obscurity's new allegiance.

"Admiral Bosch, this is Darth Ayra. We are under attack at Morellia. I am requesting reinforcements be dispatched to the Morellia system to drive out this unknown force." When her transmission was finished, Ayra piloted the Niathal to a full stop. There wasn't much they could do now, until the Chimaera was discovered. But then they were, [member="Ashin Varanin"] and co would be sorry.

Especially for the Jedi Master, if the Lord of Gluttony had anything to do with it. As an after thought, Ayra asked the probe. "Where are you currently? You alone could stop whoever this is."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Lucianus Adair"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

No turbolaser nor ion cannon had fired upon the Obscurity, as the Chimaera was still much too far away from the smaller Star Destroyer for turbolasers to be effective. The weapons which the Chimaera currently employed were energy torpedos from ten heavy launchers and eighty light launchers, each of the latter being equivalent to a full-sized proton torpedo. They could hit anything in a straight line at a range ten times the distance from a habitable world to its moon.

"Ma'am, a shuttle has exited hyperspace, Niathal-class. It's transmitting."

"How far?"

He gave the range in light-seconds -- too far for turbolasers. She could hit that shuttle with energy torpedos, blow it out of the water, but so far there was no need for that. No need to dilute the energy torpedo barrage that pinned the Obscurity into orbit like a needle through a moth. A needle travelling twenty percent of the speed of light.

Then the two cloaked, thrust-trace-damped, gravitically-modulated Penumbra-class interdictors, on widely divergent and now erratic courses, began dropping turadium-shielded pulse-mass mines in wide spreads. An interdictor's gravity well could stretch something like a dozen planetary radii -- around a hundred thousand kilometres, and well outside effective turbolaser range of the Obscurity, which, like the Chimaera, had just been pinned in place. Those spheres covered exit courses from the orbit.

"Launch all craft."

The Chimaera's hangar began dispensing support craft. Twenty-four heavy bombers, thirty-two Malos gunships -- that was the vanilla part of the loadout. The chocolate was her substitution of Hammer-B LACs for fourteen standard Hammer landing craft, and her substitution of Defensor-class flak ships for twelve Pyrrhus heavy dropships. Still well outside of turbolaser range of the interdicted Obscurity, the little fleet took shape. There was, at this point, no way for the Obscurity to jump to hyperspace, nor to return fire against the vastly longer range of the Chimaera's energy torpedos.

So far, so good.

"Spencer...take them."

 

[Tales of the Rule of Two]

| [member="Alen Na'Varro"] | [member="Lucianus Adair"] | [member="Spencer Jacobs"] | [member="Aken Bosch"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Aken Bosch"] |

Malus had been stood on the observational deck of the Obscurity, when the famous conqueror of a thousand worlds descended upon him and his Star Destroyer. The plan had been so simple. There was already agreements made between the Chiss Commander and the Fringe confederate his ship and crew could pass through space and beyond, without interference or trouble. That had been negotiated and agreed upon the Spires of Hell, between [member="Vilox Pazela"] and [member="Ashin Varanin"], respectively. That was how the Attrition-class Star Destroyer had left the Lords of the Fringe behind without being stopped. With the intentions to return to service of the Sith Empire, in the form of the rising New Order, Malus planned to meet with Darth Ayra and thus their fate would be sealed. Malus would return to being a Sith Commander, the Obscurity would belong to the New Order and Darth Ayra would receive the Annihilator-class generator for her project on Bosph.

But the former Sith Empress and her entourage had other ideas; and had now breached the capital of the New Order itself. Indeed, the Grand Admiral had placed the Commander and his ship in a tight corner. Interdiction fields were placed around the Attrition-class Star Destroyer, thus negating it's hyperspace travel; and now long range weapons were being utilized to commence it's assault.

That needed to change. Quickly.

Malus moved away from the observational deck to return to the commander seat overlooking the bridge and the officers that served there. He began asking questions as soon as he was sat down. "Who is this opposing force? Is it the Sith attacking us?"
"Unknown sir, they dropped out of hyperspace and immediately brought interdiction fields online. Energy read outs suggest that the source of the gravity wells are nearby, but we cannot identify where they are. Furthermore, the enemy has begun an long range assault with torpedoes." In the report given to the Chiss Commander, the officer in question had missed the mines, from which hadn't been picked up yet. After all, the cloaked Penumbra-class interdictors had only just begun deployment.

"I understand. We'll roll the Obscurity over with the Marg Sabl, so that they will fire upon it's belly- the thickest part of the ship. This will protect our compliments from being fired upon when we deploy them; and buy us enough time to get out of this situation. Inform our starfighters to deploy on the other side of the ship, facing Morellia and for them to wait for orders. We'll deploy them on the other side of the ship when we need to."

Malus finished explaining his orders and waited for their execution. The Obscurity engaged it's impulse engines and thrusters to roll itself over, so the underbelly of the ship was facing towards the Chimaera. Meanwhile, it's Dominus-class and Taral-class starfighters were deployed alongside Galaxy-class bombers. Moving towards the other side of the ship, facing away from the Chimaera and it's unseen Penumbra-class allies, Malus would wait to see if the Chimaera flew closer. Then, his starfighter and bombers would swarm onto the ship and begin bombing procedures. Such was the execution of the Marg Sabl.

He issued further orders. "It seems they have negated our cloak. How else would they be firing upon us? Power down our Annihilator-class generators and divert the power to the shield domes." When the order was executed, the Obscurity would reveal itself in all it's splendor to [member="Ashin Varanin"] and her forces. Power was diverted to the shield domes, which were previously powering the cloak, thus adding extra power to the shield encompassing the Obscurity.

Meanwhile, [member="Aken Bosch"] was en route, due to Darth Ayra's call. With hope, upon his arrival, the Obscurity would find itself out of the pinch it currently found itself in.

 

[Onrai]

And come Aken Bosch did. The First Imperial Reserve Fleet, soon to be returned to active service with Bosch's request for a recommission in the active service, began to enter the system. It was let by the Iceni, Bosch's Tulak Hord-class flagship, and supported by the Sunspot and Bronzium, both Ranator-class Star Destroyers. Being a reserve fleet meant that very few other vessels were here to support it - a pair of Yorika-class heavy artillery cruisers(the Ballista and the Vergere), a quartet of Anemois, a pair of Subjugators, and a single Monitor.

"This is Admiral Aken Bosch, First Imperial Reserve Fleet. We are here to recover the Obscurity. Unidentified vessels, please state your purpose any your intentions. If you refuse to abide by our request, we will be forced to open fire." The fighters and bombers were soon launched, moving towards the Obscurity and ready to intercept as the Monitor's crystal grav-field trap was initialized.

"We're picking up stealth fighters. Providing targeting data for them now."

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