Your Faith In Your Friends Is Yours | TSE Invasion of TRA Held Gree Hex

[Amea Virou]

Enemy: [member="Koda Fett"], of the Sith Empire
Location: Gree, Ground

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There was no malice behind Amea’s actions. The passing of her friends was a tragic and unfortunate set of events but something she could not afford to either dwell on nor let hinder her when it came to moving on. She had already lost many, she knew how it went and she knew what she had to do in order to avoid falling into the pitfalls of her old mindset. If that meant focusing on a fight for her own survival then she would focus on the fight.

As her tonfa began its rapid descent towards the ground and the woman between it Amea felt something latch onto her arm. It pulled against the sleeve of her jacket and before she knew any better she was dragged off the woman and through the dirt. Clouds of dust began to trail behind her as she struggled to get it off of her, but with a good twist she got herself free.

The boots on her feet pushed against the ground to let her roll back and away from the two. One cautious glance and she was enough before she went right back at it. There was a weak link, there was an obvious target, and the more time Amea spent trying to understand who she was struggling against the more she began to realize that the woman had not been the one in charge as much as simply taken it.

A rookie then. Shame. She seemed the misguided sort.

A quick hand reached out towards the Mandalorian to affect the visor he hid behind and distort his sensors. Enough to hopefully buy Amea the few seconds she needed and get him to hesitate or stumble. She had tried the woman, but the man remained a question mark. No, not when there was someone in the background he was not a worthwhile risk.

Her remaining tonfa found its spot in her right hand and she threw it towards the woman. A telekinetic push augmented its flight pattern and she boosted it to hit her square in the chest to hopefully knock the remaining air out of her lungs and cause her to pass out before Amea began to charge straight at the bounty hunter who had tried to tie her up.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Pantera-class Stealth Frigate Nightshade,

[SIZE=10pt]Checking over her armor, the new one her cousin [member="John Locke"] had presented to her became routine now. Mostly because she was overly excited for the design. She didn’t realize how magnificent he was at what he did and that he cared about her wellbeing. After the final checks and briefing, Allyson was pulled into a cabin alone with Jyoti. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Before she could say anything, Jyoti questioned if she was okay. Allyson blinked and watched as the expression on the Echani soften. Nodding, Allyson used the moment to pull her brunette hair up into a ponytail. A soft smile spread across her face as she folded her arms in front of her loosely and nodded once more. “I’m going to be okay.” Arms falling, she moved closer to the woman and reached out running her fingertips along her arm. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I’d follow you through Chaos and the Netherworld – everywhere. I’m going to be fine – I need to do this. Can’t keep hiding, I need some closure and this is how I’m going to do it.” A smile spread across the Corellian’s face. “I can’t let you have all the fun.” [/SIZE]

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[member="Alyisa Mithel"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Varex"]
[member="Kahne Porte"]
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Avoim Oeymo"]
[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Taeli Raaf"]
[member="Fiolette Yvarro"]
[member="Kaalia Pavance"]
[member="Darth Caecus"]
[member="Luca Thorne"]

 

[Progflaw99]

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Allies: The Rebel Alliance
Enemies: The Sith Empire​

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*Beep Bwoop - Blip!*

Atlas rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I made sure to triple check that relay before we left, now can we focus on the task at hand? It's not exactly a picnic out there."

A few more chirps were made before the BB unit was satisfied. The droid had been bothering the rebel pilot about a power relay to the X-wing's weapons systems. Short on parts, they'd jerry-rigged a somewhat functioning replacement. The only problem was during sustained firing it created an overload which much to Atlas' chagrin, ended up feeding back into his BB unit's chassis. Atlas could count the number of times it happened on one hand but if BB-3 was to be believed it had been hundreds. In truth, the relay was the least of the rebel's worry. Sizeable movements of vessels had been detected at the edge of Rebel Alliance space. Such was usually the case, the were just on the borders of the Sith Empire, but this time it wasn't just internal shifting of assets. No, the Rebel Alliance had struck at Dubrillion, this was payback.

The Rebellion had recently made an attempt to cripple the Sith Empire's hold on the Rimcee sector, their resources tied up elsewhere but Atlas had volunteered to assist in any way he could - by the time he'd arrived, things were already getting out of hand. The pilot had entered the system on the far side, it had taken him longer to arrive than he expected. He could see the fiery arcs of blaster fire far ahead, the rebel pilot and his wingmates remaining at a distance. Soon enough there would be an opening and that is when they would strike. For now, they remained carefully nestled in a small asteroid field at the very edge of controlled space around Gree. Powered down, minimal life support. Atlas would wait for the right moment to strike, for now he was content to observe and listen to the radio chatter.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

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Location: Gree Space, Asation, Ancient Ruins
Objective: Unleash that which has Slumbered
Allies: [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] [member="Darth Caecus"] [member="Luca Thorne"]
Enemies: [member="Varex"] [member="Jyoti Nooran"] [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Equipment: Armor Lightsaber

"let's hope it's a big enough distraction," she muttered. She had every confidence in whatever agents Saarai was dispatching, but they were gonna need to be loud. She had felt Varex, and she doubted he was the only Jedi present on Asation today. Once they began the work here, the Jedi would know and come running. Although, as the group followed the Shadow Hand through the jungle and facility, it was an impressively designed defense. Her heart was all aflutter when she saw some of her Horde Mothers among the Sithspawn present.

To follow in the footsteps of the Dread Masters, some of the strongest Sith from a long ago era, was exciting for her. If they could accomplish their goal in bringing forth all of the horrors from beyond to this world, and controlling them, they would easily be able to overrun the Rebels here. And then... it was a quick trip to Gree itself. She wanted to see every single Rebel either dead or a prisoner, and this would go a long way to sating that particular desire and her curiosity.

Reaching the site of the failed ritual, and the ancient Gree hypergate, she could already feel the darkness clinging to this place. It had been stained by what happened so long ago. That would make the preservation of the ancient ritual all the better.

"And now we shall see what we are working with," she said, stepping forward as the Shadow Hand's words were basically her cue. She had devised a spell, through constant trial and error and consultation with the holocrons in her possession, to reveal the threads of energy and Sith magic left behind, to reveal works of the old masters. It was one way she had been able to reveal that Veles and his accomplice had stolen the Holocron of Heresies from her sister's homestead on Tatooine.

Calling the dark side to her, letting it wrap and twist around her figure, she began her spell.

"Tsutri nutra Wuts ai narazri, titsu ri shutnua zatra wa. Maiyijia wa ri kizia iw ri drosar, snamsi ri tijasa iw zutahori."

From her, thin red lines of dark energy began to trace through the air and ground, revealing the old ritual sigils, the threads of the spells, the circles of binding. Everything that had been part of the Dread Masters' ritual, well most of it, would be revealed. A few places were incomplete due to deterioration, but they would be able to easily repair the weave of the spell.

 

[Onrai]

Allies: Apparently no one
Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"]

"Lady Vantai, they're claiming to be on a humanitarian mission." The bridge captain said to the woman in the meditation chamber deep within the Ablution's hull.

"A heavy cruiser, in civilian hands, operating on humanitarian grounds? I'll believe it when we have proof. Order the captain of that ship to power down his weapons and engines and prepare to be boarded. We'll be finding out ourselves as to whether or not they're a civilian vessel." Vanessa began to focus within the meditation chamber, letting the innate darkness of the Star Forge metal within the specially crafted construct empower her as she envisioned a great hand reaching into the cosmos, ready to grab the Errant Venture and cease it from moving if it tried to get away...

"Errant Venture, this is the Sith Battleship Ablution. Your IFF codes do not match any known civilian vessel within or without Sith space. I find it extremely unlikely that civilian ownership would exist of a warship as powerfully armed as yours. We can keep pace with and outrun you if we have to. I demand that you power down your weapons and engines, heave to, and prepare to be boarded so we can verify your claims. Any attempt to outrun us, open fire on us, or to launch fighters, bombers, or any vessels will be deemed noncompliance and your vessel will be destroyed. Is this understood?"

Relying on the coordinated telemetry data from the hyperspace trackers on the six Massassi corvettes, an exact location was transmitted to the Ablution that allowed it to swiftly jump into position a few kilometers from the Errant Venture. Fighters, bombers, and boarding shuttles were readied for launch as the warship's main guns aimed at the heavy cruiser, indicating quite clearly the cost of not complying. Dark Troopers, both their Phase Zero cyborg commanders and their Oppressor-15 droid counterparts were soon filed into the craft in question. The sooner they could secure this vessel, the sooner this situation would end and the sooner they could redeploy their assets elsewhere to support Sith action in the system.

Spoiler

Void Irregular Fleet
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull | Weapons | Subsystems
Pluton-class Battleship | Ablution​ | 2000m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Carrack II-class Frigate | Dominant​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Carrack II-class Frigate | Oculus​ | 400m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Claw​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
​Massassi-class Corvette | Enforcer​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Thule​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Zeplin | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Crimson​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100
Massassi-class Corvette | Talvira​ | 200m | 100 | 100 | 100 | 100

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

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Legionnaire Advanced | CSM-10 | Blaster Rifle | Vibrosword | Dagger ​

Ion Grenade x2 | Flash Detonator x1 | Thermal Detonator x1​

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An unforgiving landscape as Fiolette and the 52nd Company followed after the Shadow Hand and the entourage of Sith and Blackblades. Vegetation was overgrown and the canopy above choked any thought of sunlight. Hot and humid, the swamp became unrelenting at times and a solid reminder of what she so easily took for granted when she stood often times in a secured bridge high above in the stars. The 52nd spread out and formed a point at the rear of the group keeping an eye for rebels and their Jedi ilk, thankful for helmets with the technology cut through the shadows. Fiolette knew even with that the wetlands could still be quite treacherous, and for a moment she recounted just how many decades it had been since she had any reason to form up with ground teams.

Screeches and sounds of the ungodly were heard and yes, some of the 52nd were startled. Reminded starkly that the Sithspawn here would kill and to stay on their guard. Horrific creatures created by none other than Fiolette's beau who was part of the Shadow Hand's entourage as they continued through the thickening mire of the swamps. Sith wasps buzzed overhead and Fiolette stayed her tongue.

Eventually the large group made their way to a path, the main path of a remarkable complex. 'Wow,' was the only word that slipped and even then it was whisper soft and through this complex as they trekked forward. A towering structure within the jungle spoke to the past of the Gree Empire. Fiolette motioned for the 52nd to aid the Blacklades to help prepare for the upcoming battle, barricades, energy shields, mines, and general reinforcements. The 52nd set up with small sniper and machine gun nests, observation posts laced with their own set of destructive power were readied. Fiolette with a single squad advanced with the Shadow Hand the others, as the lost technology of the Gree seem to come alive.

Bathed in an azure light the hypergate chamber, other force users and members of another order. Who and what they were Fiolette was unsure but then she supposed it was not her place. After all she should be up aboard a ship ready to make debris out of the rebel forces, assuming, they were still rebel forces and not Dominion. Even without a sensitivity to the force she could sense something dark about this place, about this planet but that was about it. Darkness and Sith, well that seemed to go hand in hand she did well to remember Taeli's words before they set foot on Asation.

Dread Masters, now there's a title she hadn't heard since officer school and even then it was a footnote with regards to planetary histories by region. Through the halls and blast doors to a massive sphere antechamber. Blood harvests and other dark deeds. A ritual was to take place here and as she studied everything and everyone, the Galidraani's attention did not move from the hypergate until Taeli moved. And then she watched as thin red lines of energy seemed to emerge and move to reveal sigils. Nevermind what she would see this of course would only be but a fraction of what was yet to come. Even so, the decades of war and death could not prepare the Galidraani for what was to come. Still she kept her bearings and composure, a hand to her helmet to keep alert for reports from the outside.

No doubt this would draw the Jedi toward them.

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Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Luca Thorne"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | The Sith Empire
Opponents: [member="Varex"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | The Rebel Alliance
Objective: Guard the Temple Complex | Protect the Sith
Unit / Unit Gear: 52nd Company, Legionnaire Advanced Armor + Legionnaire Standard Gear

 

[Darth Bellum]

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Kor Vexen

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Aboard The Baal above Gree, Gehenna Fleet
Keep the Gree out of the situation

Vexen had his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the floating planet before him, his armored fingers tapping against his arms in a rhythmic fashion as he waited for the Gree's response. By now his troops that had been dispatched earlier would have made landfall by now, spreading out across the capital along with several other Imperial assets. Planetary scans had already noted a large movement of civilians into evacuation centers, which begged the question; were the Rebels hiding amongst the fleeing civilians? The intelligence operatives already planetside had been tasked with a simple objective if the Gree had failed to agree to the Empire's terms. Set explosives that would be ready to blow across the capital should the Gree choose to defy them. Vexen had tasked [member="Vestille Thumahra"] and his companions with this task. With the chaos of civilians attempting to scramble for evacuation, it would be unlikely that his agents would be spotted unless someone or something was watching.

Of course, Vexen wasn't the only one taking measures to prepare in the event that the Gree failed to comply, but he was certainly ready to make Gree's capital the next Thyferra to prove a point that the Empire will not tolerate aid of those wishing to undermine their authority. His soldiers would already be setting up checkpoints on the ground to screen the local population in an attempt to catch any rebels attempting to hide among the population. Vexen would raise his left hand, opening up his palm as he sent a heavily encrypted message to another operative, [member="Djorn Bline"] as his vocoded voice would be all that the operative would hear.

"Agent Bline, I have a special task for you...While my forces have deployed on the ground, you are to cause as much chaos and confusion to pressure the Gree Council into giving their full cooperation with us...And the blame is to fall on the Rebels. I want you to attack one of our established checkpoints, and cause as much collateral in the ensuing attack. Make it look like a rebel counter-attack." The message would be concluded as Vexen clenched his fingers into a fist before returning to his previous posture. The battle in space was in motion, but Vexen would keep his fleet stationed between the planet and the Rebel ships, to form a blockade and make it difficult to have help be sent between the planet and space. It was only a matter of time...

[member="Wyatt Morga"]​

Gehenna Fleet

Spoiler

Lead Ship |
The Baal - Ferrata Class Corps Assault Carrier

Composition |
[Star Destroyers]
The Gusion - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Agares - Marr Class Star Destroyer
The Astaroth - Angral Class Star Destroyer

[Cruisers]
The Dantalion - Eradicator Class Heavy Cruiser

[Carriers]
The Barbatos - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Vual - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier
The Crocell - Vyitka Class Escort Carrier

[Interdictors]
The Flauros - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser
The Vapula - Incapacitator Class Interdiction Cruiser

[Frigates]
The Shax - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Orias - Velox Class Fast Frigate
The Kimaris - Velox Class Fast Frigate

Total Length | 12,337 meters (12.337 km)

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: TRA​

Enemies: TSE​

Suicide Squad: [member="Avoim Oeymo"] | [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Allyson Locke"] ​

Engaging (eventually): [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kaalia Pavanos"]​

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Galactic Alliance Stealth U-Wing​

Jedi Loyalist Strike Team​

Upper Atmosphere​

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"New contacts on sensors!" the stealth transport's mundane co-pilot called out needlessly back into its troop bay.

Varex had already sensed their Justicar pilot's uneasy mind, More Sith?

"I don't think so..." Colonel Hal Varik was, or had been, a GAAF Pathfinder before the fall. Varex had pulled him off of Lothal when he had gotten separated from his unit during its invasion, and Force or no he was the best tracker on the Shadowsfall, "They're bearing right down on the Behemoth. Rebels, maybe?"

We may not get a better window of opportunity, the Jedi mused, and when they detected launching attack craft he activated their binary beacon.

The rest of his team was a mixed unit of those few Inquisitors who [member="Taeli Raaf"] had yet to bend to her will, and the best warriors among the Jedi Justicars they they had rescued during their flight from a burning galactic core. There was not a master left among them, and only a few other senior Knights such as their Vaemath leader. Now that their beacon had been activated, the Shadowsfall had been signaled to launch a company of elite SpaceOps Marines down to the surface in standard U-Wings and under heavy fighter escort.

It would take this second wave time to make it across system to Asation, he knew they could not afford to wait for their reinforcements. Their strike team would have to move quickly, and he was dividing each of them mentally into assigned teams when he finally sensed it.

We're not alone, his thoughts echoed throughout the transport, and in the blink of an eye he had whirled back towards the rear of the passenger bay, his left gauntlet's kyber emitter activated and pointing the edge of an azure tipped blade at this intruder's form. The glow from its plasma field illuminated a face he recognized.

Vondiranach, his eyes narrowed and jaw tensed into the equivalent of a Vaemath scowl, You've grown tired of cutting down lost little Sithlings in back alleys and upgraded to conning free rides, I see.

Varex knew who [member="Kamon Vondiranach"] was. Ostensibly the Inquisition had been tasked for bringing him in for questioning and possible censure over the unsanctioned execution of an illegal Darksider with Confederacy citizenship. In reality, they had passed it along to the Galactic Alliance Guard who had also sat on it, no one in those days had been particularly eager to bring in a Jedi for killing the wrong kind of Sith.

You're fortunate we have use of all the blades we can get. Otherwise I would have you tossed out into the stratosphere.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Location: Gree Surface
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: [member="Wyatt Morga"]

Wherever there seemed to be a discordant evacuation lead by the Jedi as the Empire advanced in their conquest, the bulbous form of the Sith Sorceror known as Darth Voracitos seemed to appear. When Alderaan was razed, Voracitos and his Coven of Gluttony found themselves in the ravine city, collecting valuable crystals and less valuable lives. There, the first Jedi Voracitos had laid physical eyes upon, [member="Jubei"], laughed in the face of his advance... for that transgression, he generously donated his lucky rabbit foot.

Voracitos expected much the same when he arrived with serendipity on the surface of Gree, bringing forth with him his minions of the dark side. From the brutish Savant Wrath, to the intellectual Lady Envy, or the scalpel that was the Hunter Avarice. These were his favored Hungered Vassals, though there were more which existed. With them, they each brought their dozens of Starved Subjects.

Appearing out of the aether, Voracitos eyed the Capital Building, where he knew an ultimatum was being deliberated carefully. While a battle of warships took place above, Voracitos could see with his insight the battle of words within the Capital Building. Within it all, Voracitos tasted in the slurry of the future, an unfamiliar thing to him: a beacon of the lightside, a Jedi. The taste was tantalizing, and Voracitos found it difficult to resist the urge simply to unleash his Coven upon the Gree, who cowered at his sudden arrival through otherworldly means, but he knew the exact moment the ultimatum would fall. Although the chaotic beast of a Sith Lord could not be tied down by laws, he knew the importance of dramatic timing.

"My Lord, do we begin?" The Hunter of Avarice questioned Voracitos for orders.

"Not yet, the herd has not consigned themselves yet to the debt they must inevitably pay to me..." Voracitos smiled in anticipation, his cybernetic eye glistening.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Allies: [member="Varex"] (Sort Of) | Enemies (Eventually): [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Prazutis"], [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Taeli Raaf"] | Location: Aboard the Shadowsfall | Gear: Corporis Skin Suit, Twin White Lightsabers, Amphistaff, Blast Bugs

"You would be stupid to try, and I doubt you are stupid," he said as he rematerialized, falling out of the current. "It interests me that you seem to know the Current, but such is the way of things."

He hadn't moved despite the blade, and he said nothing about any accusations of being a stowaway. Mostly because he could kill everyone there with little struggle if he had wanted to. He didn't want to, though. No reason yo harm the good guys, even if they didn't like him. Most people had never liked him or his methods anyways. He wasn't exactly good at making friends. He was excellent at making enemies though.

Regardless, he had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a wall. The way down was bumpy, and yet he seemed to stay upright the entire way. Balance was simple a dance in shifting body weight, something he had mastered years ago. Needless to sau, he had no trouble staying on his feet all the way down until they landed on the surface, which allowed them to disembark, which he was glad to do.

"Sith are Sith, no matter where or who they are, Varex. I've tried to convert them, and it doesn't last. You, meanwhile, ha done right under your nose, manipulating you."

Not a dig, just pointing out that he didn't have any room to judge considering Taeli Raaf had been basically running the show in the Alliance. He was glad he had more or less distanced himself from them. First they make Alliances with a group of Sith and then they have one right under their noses and fail to notice. He was glad they had fallen. They were a failure of a government.

"I suggest we focus on the task at hand, and eliminate this Sith threat. If you want to turn me in later, we can discuss it, though you'd be wasting your time."

An amphistaff slithered from a fold in his armor and coiled itself around his left arm while his right hand called a saber to it. Best to be ready.

 

[Dante Sotari]

Gree Enclave
Honestly Fething Creepy Shipyard
Allies: TSE, [member="Jairus Starvald"]
Enemies: These Gree, but maybe not THOSE Gree(?), TRA, [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment: Legion Armor | Service Sidearm Pistol 'Minos' | Interchangeable Service Rifle, Carbine mode | Grenades- 2 Anti Blaster Smoke - 2 CryoBan - 2 Adhesive - 1 Flashbang | Explosives and timed detonators |

Oh. This was.

Dante's stomach roiled.

"This is like Mirial all over again," she muttered.

There, she and [member="Morgan Vance"] had gone through a house of horrors, things not quite dead but more alive than they had any right to be in their state, left behind by those death cultists.

Morgan....

She had specifically not included him on this mission. She wanted to keep him as far away from Jairus as possible. As far as she knew, the Sith Lord didn't know about her relationship (maw it was that now, wasn't it?) with her fellow Legionnaire, and that was how she wanted to keep it. He was having enough fun finding every little crack (karking sadist). The last thing she wanted was to show him that one.

Her entire spine shuddered at the sounds the station made, and it took more self control that she would have cared to admit not to just order everyone back on the shuttles and a w a y from this maw cursed place. When they got back she was going to take Morgan out and do her level best to forget all about this.

Chatter came over the comms as the squad moved out, walking a touch gingerly through the strange 'door' now that they saw properly what it was.

Dante frowned, but Jairus couldn't see her face behind the face plate.

"Confirmed contact is force users sir, lightsaber and telekinesis. Red saber but not matching any known Sith in the empire. They are falling back deeper into the facility. I've ordered them to split up and get their charges set, just in case. Half will try to slow them down."

Jedi? Rogue Sith? No way of knowing right now. The Legion was meant to support the Sith- while they had been trained to fight against Force Users where necessary, the goal was to contain until Sith arrived. They had a tendency to prefer dealing with problems like this personally, after all. Dante herself was a sniper and demo expert. She had very little direct experience in engaging Force Users, and she wasn't the only one there that day with that particular deficit on their dossier. She settled the carbine absently at a more comfortable angle, gloved hand brushing the Minos. Close quarters combat with Forcers wasn't her cup of tea.

The corridor branched, but not at right angles where they stepped through. That was jarring enough and left her frowning a bit harder.

"What's wrong with squares, geez. With all due respect," which was hilarious because Dante wasn't particularly respectful usually, "this is going to make it very difficult to sort out where we need to place charges."

 

[Tehkyram]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eH9Xmq8-yOM​

Objective: Jedi Hunt
Allies: Sith Imperial Legion
Enemies: Rebel Soldiers // [member="Cenric Marus"]

Tehkyram rounded the corner, and at last came face to face with the Jedi and the soldiers in his company. He was outnumbered, but that didn't bother him. After all, the momentum and fury was all his. And if he had scared the Jedi, then the lesser men were already broken. His master had taught him long ago that numbers can easily be managed with terror. Indeed, he remembered the preface to Darth Urungwarus's "Horror of Yag'Dhul", his master's cold voice reciting it to him.

"Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared."

And indeed, Tehkyram had made a friend of horror. As he stared down the crowd of hostiles, he let out a mighty roar, and began to swing his saber in wide, broad, sweeping blows that cut the walls and floor and ceiling around him. His primary target, of course, was the Jedi. But with the length of his blade and the width of his attacks, his companions would have no choice than to give him a wide berth, lest they get cut down in the crossfire. A powerful offensive strategy: use terror and intimidation to isolate your foe, then use that isolation for increased horrific effect.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Yammka Fleet
[member="Cerbera"]

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Oh she knew the savagery of the Yuuzhan Vong well enough. She had been part of the One Sith, and she still wore the Baton of Silence wrapped around her body. So when the Shaper hissed her reply, she expected the nature of the retort, and Ophidia looked at Nim with a chilling calm.

"It is all the more likely that the Rebels finds us before then, and we have to be ready."

She pinched her own chin in thought as her eyes settled down on the scan of their surroundings once more.

"Yes, but that is useless without a supporting fleet."

They should have been there already, the sirens were overdue by over an hour. Something had halted their support on the route. Was the battle on Asation or Gree so intense? Or had they been held up in Hyperspace? There were technologies, the Empire had some, stolen from the CIS. Had the Rebels acquired it too? That would mean they were better equipped than first anticipated.

She was no military commander, nor was she a strategist of great armies. It was simply not what she did. Darth Ophidia played other strings, some made of shadow and some made of mind.

She was best used to facilitate violence or carry it out in a small and precise scale. The command of armies, she let others decide. That was why she looked to her lieutenant, Barlan Sucz, next. The Lieutenant was more experienced in such matters. Her piloting droid also held a hologram in his hand, connected to the Captain she let control her ship: Captain Bjuz. He looked thoughtfully at his own map, the large, bristling moustache concealing one of his fingers.

On his shoulder sat a mouse, looking from the large man, down at the map, and back up at him. She imitated his movement, looking very serious.

"If we cannot wait, then we must make a-" They collectively halted. The Captain looked off to the side and the mouse shifted on his shoulder. Ophidia looked out of the viewport from the side of her eye, then at Cerbera once more.

The entire bridge, the entire fleet, held its breath as sensors pinged and heads ducked low. Ophidia sensed danger in the Force and did not need the sensors to tell her that their enemy was closing in.

Could they punch their way through?

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Apprehensive, watching the end come...

Allies: TRA │ Me.
Enemies: [member="Alkor Centaris"] │ [member="Kor Vexen"] │ [member="Darth Voracitos"] │ [member="Vestille Thumahra"] │ [member="Djorn Bline"] │ [member="Khaji Ri'Had"]

The conversation had been going on for some time, though every passing second tension seemed to rise. It wasn’t in the room they stood so much as the air turned colder, the force seemed to churn and stir from upheavals and attacks, and the looming presence of war drew ever closer. Every second wasted on ‘debate’ and ‘diplomacy’ left the Jedi and the Gree at greater and greater disadvantages, and it was only compounded by the trivilities of their arguments.

“-... and that is why the Gree believe their technology is too important to leave behind.”

“I understand that, Grand Council, but the sith will look to steal the technology. Repurpose it for their own good, and they’ll use your citizens to do so. They don’t care about the sanctity of life as you or I, only what is useful.”

A small lul in the conversation as the Gree spoke amongst themselves. Metal knocking rang on the door behind him, forcing his attention away for the moment to see the same rebel he had seen before, only with sweat dripping down her brow and not a breath in her lungs. She rushed forward, quickly whispering in his ear;

“Sir, multiple reports of unknown rebel groups firing on citizens and other civilian targets. Uplinks show no correlation to known dark cells, what do we do?”

Her voice was almost hoarse, rushed through tension with a tight jaw and a heavy heart. Wyatt could feel the pain she felt, and the worry that crept through her thoughts. Standing still, he pondered for a second before speaking once more;

“Make sure everyone reports back to their respective commanders, or to me. I’ll… I’ll run damage control. Anyone not dark yet move to the evac points.”

He couldn’t help but think they were almost out of time as more and more Sith poured onto Gree and the capital city itself. Gritting his teeth, he walked back up to speak once more; letting the Droid and his masters take in the weight of his words;

“Most Honorable Council. It has come to my attention as of only a moment ago that there are numerous firefights going on around the city. Some reports you may have seen would imply they are of Rebel association, that it is my people who seek to take advantage of the chaos, but I implore you to think otherwise.”

His voice was heavy, but confident. It carried with it equal measures bravery and sadness at the loss of life. The Gree were notorious for their intellect, but Wyatt could only hope they’d be swayed through empathy to trust.

“You are amongst the most intelligent life in the galaxy, and that is not to mean flattery. We’ve been over Gree, and on the surface for months; and have yet to have any issue with one another. Up until today, there has not been a single casualties attributed to infighting between our two people, and yet today you’ll see that their is a stark contrast to such.”

“I’d even go as far to say it is impossible that the Rebels have anything to do with it. The chances that the rebels would wait until the sith threatened to knock down your door to steal something we have no use for would be asinine. We’ve neither the facilities to use such pieces, nor the manpower; and yet…”

He paused, considering his next words carefully.

“And yet, the Sith would have you believe us creatures of carrion. Despite the help we offer, that we would bite that hand that has fed us for so long. They insult your great people, your great accomplishments, and threaten your very way of life. I -”

He was interrupted once more as he felt the sudden darkness that festered outside their halls. It was as if his very words had held tight in his throat, scared of the air they were told to wander across. Eyes carrying themselves to the door, Wyatt watched as the doors were torn open with not so much as a knock this time.

“Sir, Sith have landed half a click from the Capital Center! Evacuation centers have been warned, but we’ve got to clear the building.”

Wyatt stopped as he felt the presence of gluttony itself stand idle from the center. They weren’t pushing, he could feel that, but he could only imagine as to why.

“Tell the men to man the temporary fortifications.”, he said quickly, forcing the two to run off in either direction shouting commands that turned fleeting the farther they went.

Turning back, Wyatt offered the now silent council a solemn stare. His words matched;

“And now, the Sith posture for fear. I do not ask for your support of the rebels, only that you allow us to save your people from the conflict. My men will guide you and your forces through the back…”, he paused.

“Another thing, Grand Council. Whatever you do, don’t side with the rebels.”

With that, Wyatt moved from the door towards the hallway, glancing around as the hundred or so rebels began to posture themselves around windows and balconies, hoping to gain some advantage. Temporary blockades had been lifted for additional security, but to say the group was outnumbered and undermanned was an understatement. Wyatt swallowed, only to move towards the front.

Pulling his datapad back up, his fingers moved with dexterity as he typed in commands to his local commanders. Reports came in that the crowds had various checkpoints set up in areas far from the actual evacuation zones looking for rebels, and a few had been caught as they looked to retreat with the Gree. Another had reported more information on the factory assaults, though they didn't have the manpower to respond to every single instance on the planet.

Wyatt sent out only a few choice words to who remained;

“Get the willing Gree off the planet. If you’re able, get off yourself.”

Tucking the computer back into his pocket, he glanced around once more; finding the front entrance and taking a step outside. Shots hadn’t been fired yet, and the two forces simply stared each other down with hate in their eyes; all except for Wyatt. In his was a stark sadness that contrasted even the most hopeful rebel, for he didn’t carry with him hate, only the guilt of facing the brainwashed and dogmatic.

Still, he could feel the presence of the Sith Lord that threatened the building. With the force backing his voice, he called out to him as he held an unignited lightsaber in hand; his voice carrying to all that watched the standoff.

“You will not posture yourselves before me and ignite fear in my men, Sith.”, he began.

“The Gree have retreated, and you will not make them craven either. If you have any generosity, let them leave as a neutral party; to save their land, people, and way of life.”

“What say you?”, he offered, expecting a sniper to shoot long before he got an actual response. In truth, he didn’t really want to get shot; not again.

[member="Darth Voracitos"]

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The droid walked with the Gree, listening to their conversation as they walked and melded with the crowds. Many tentacles slid as the groups pressed and swayed, murmured and chortled this thought or that; as they moved towards the innumerable evacuations points set out.

“I don’t believe we should leave! What of our technology? Would you leave it to such fools?”, one shrouded figure protested.

Another met him with anger;

“We will come back when the fighting is done! If we stay, we risk only our lives in addition. We should’ve never let the rebellion stay on our ports.”

The voices came quick and riled, as they loaded themselves into speeders and began flying towards their destination. It was only then one more quiet Gree had spoken up amongst the forum;

“Say what you will, but they have offered us kindness; if only too late. They offered us defense when facing down an infinite enemy, and laid down their lives to gain nothing. These men did not draw the Sith to us, it was only a matter of time before they would come in force.”

The others took his words in, but quickly fell into infighting once more. It seemed no conclusion would be met, but as they closed to the evacuation centers they lit up the transmitter and spoke through the droid to the Sith general in orbit;

“General, The Grand Council has come to the conclusion of neutrality. They will not offer refuge for the rebels, and they will not offer refuge to the sith; in exchange for one thing. They wish for their people’s ability to leave, those willing.”

The offer came through synthetic tones, but the sad eyes of the Gree stood idle as they awaited a response.

[member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[Tabigarashu Madara]

Allies: TSE, [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Belphaegor"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]
Enemies: TRA, [member="Cedric Grayson"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] open to more!

Objective: Intelligence, observe

Never in a million years would the little Nezumi presume anything like being like the woman whose pocket they current occupied. A mouse and a Sith Lord? There was nothing to compare in their minds. While perfectly comfortable conversing on normal terms, Hirou was a touch in awe of the woman. The files available to the Saaraishash about her were a fascinating read. They had poured over them (right after finishing the newest book by their friend [member="Velok the Younger"], positively giddy with joy over the dedication, and left with MUCH to mull over), reading them as someone else might consume a popular holodrama.

Yes, as far as Hirou was concerned, they were nothing a like. No more alike than a mynock might be to a sun.

But maybe.....

No, now was not the time or the place to consider the things unfolded on the pages of Velok's book.

It was not that they did not know their worth. Hirou knew just what they were good at, and how good they were. It would have been impossible to have risen within the Empire as far as they had without skill and merit. Their friendships did not serve as gateways to power. It was their loyalty, their steadfast nature, their unwillingness to give up no matter the tides and how they turned. There was very little ego in the Nezumi, and it had nothing to do with the understanding of just how crucial their skills were here and now.

Hirou had no idea how close to a snoot boop they were. Honestly, if Belphagor had just asked Hirou would probably have said yes.

However, also not the time or place.

Hirou's nose twitches at Matsu's 'let's go', ear flicking, listening intently. The movements, the battle within the Force was lost on the Nezumi. But they could see just how the rest was unfolding. Dark eyes glittered, watching Belphaegor wade into the morass of battle.

Honestly, he would have been scary if he hadn't been on their side.

The scan of the events around them continued, a flash of something unexpected drawing their attention. Fire. In an enclosed space like a hangar, that could run the risk of endangering everyone, and naturally the Nezumi's gaze was drawn to it. It vanished again in a heartbeat, which left Hirou blinking, wheels turning. Another Force User. Fur rippled, watching. Sharp eyes picked out the barrel of the boltgun, turned in their direction-

"MATSU LOOK OUT!"

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Refusing surrender, out for blood...

Allies: [member="Judas Foster"] │ [member="Julian Valentine"]
Foes: [member="Ras Val'kor"] │ [member="Atlas Kane"] │ [member="Darth Arabris"] │ @Amun │ [member="Nixia Amabilia"] │ [member="Garen Kalkat"]

No matter the time, no matter the place, any sentimental moment The Slave had was cut short by something. With Irajah, it was those after Cerbera, for his Mother it was the slave trade, and even now with Cybele it would be the Empire.

“John, multiple ships on our position!”, she called out.

“W- Wait, what?”, he said as he glanced out the ship’s viewport.

“Incoming transmission.”, Cybele responded.

The voice of Garen Kalkat took over the speaker's, his every syllable festering in The Slave’s ears as he heard the man’s offer. His meager attempts at diplomacy, to demand his ship cease all activity and fall to his whim. The threat of weapons seemed to be his only answer, but it wasn’t rationality that stood in The Slave’s mind, only the cruel manifestation of hatred.

“Failure to comply promptly will necessitate that hostile action is taken.”

“Tell that suit if he doesn’t get off my broadcast signal, I’m going to taxi onto his ship and shove my lightsaber straight up his-”

“John. We’re outgunned.”

“Then we die.”, he said through a tensed jaw.

With that, Cybele sighed internally, her circuits sending the high alert order through the vessel as the nightclub was shut down an the entire ship began to turn towards its new enemies. Despite its size, its ability to turn was substantial, and it would come to bear soon; its axial weapons beginning to charge.

The ships were brought up to power, but facing down the firepower it would, they wouldn’t last long; Cybele only hoped it would be enough. The escorts themselves turned and uncloaked, beginning to fire HELIX Missiles and increase the AI’s range for hacking, with the signals between them offering the route. Its mobile prowess at such was one of its greatest strengths, and its efforts were put into two things;

Restrict the weapons accuracy, and cut off communications.

The Ship wasn’t meant for close quarters combat, and it wouldn’t last long if something wasn’t done.

[member="Garen Kalkat"]

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“Judas, come with me. We’re boarding that ship, and I’m killing that admiral.”, he said with a violent ferver Judas likely hadn’t seen in him before.

To The Slave, this was an insult to not only him, but everything he had built. The ship was stealthed, it was beyond compare in terms of artillery vessels in the galaxy, and with its nightclub it personified everything he had done for himself up to this point. If nothing else, the ship was everything he was put into metal.

Something pestered him however, as with the numerous stealth systems aboard, how did this enemy fleet find him? How in the great galaxy did they just show up, interdict, and essentially put him on the losing side so quickly? Something wasn’t adding up, and as he walked he couldn’t help but feel that same sickening darkness he had before.

Something was wrong.


[member="Judas Foster"]

---

Echoes rang out within the hangar as the doors attempted to close, only to shear metal against metal as gears ran wild. The emergency locks had been engaged, and nothing stopped enemy vessels from boarding the ship; something Cybele knew wasn’t possible without manual alterations.

Droids began to rush towards the various consoles to undo what had been done, while the one nearest Atlas looked outwards to the new vessels, and then back to the Sith. Cybele’s voice rang out to him,

“Looks like we’re in trouble, Atlas. Were you followed?”, she offered as even more droids rushed to defensive positions inside the hangar.


[member="Atlas Kane"]

 

[Nixia Amabilia]

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Location: Aboard Transport
Allies: [member="Atlas Kane"] @Amun @Ras Val'kor
Foes: [member="The Slave"] [member="Julian Valentine"] [member="Judas Foster"]
Equipment: See first post. (Pg2)

That was just it though. Prove her weight? For what? Nixia nodded at the Red Knight slowly going along with what he was saying but the nod quickly ceased. " Prove our worth." She repeated to herself staring at the ground below her. The idea of serving the Empire dawned on her heavier now. This was something that went beyond herself and it yielded a sense of purpose... for most. Bowing slightly to [member="Darth Arabris"] she thanked him and over looked her gear one last time. Soon the battle would begin and she wanted to make sure all was well before hand. It seemed this opportunity was not just profitable for herself but also others.

Failure was not an option for her. This man they sought would be captured and brought to justice. What he did mattered not to her, though part of her was rather curious. " How much longer till we arrive my lord?" She asked inhaling the cold metal shaved air that lingered within the ship. It tasted like iron. The Acolytes tounge rested on the top of her mouth waiting an answer and her thumb toyed with the bottom of her lip.

Im tired of waiting. She told herself.
" I am ready for the operation to begin." Her words came out hardly audible but her eyes seemed to reflect the sudden change in mood. The darkside stirred about her faintly, A beast she had yet to encounter on an intimate level. Its cold invisible voice whispered her name....

... But she did not respond.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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Allies: MWA: [member="Koda Fett"] l [member="Silas Mantis"] l [member="Vilaz Munin"] l [member="Ordo Darnuhoy"]​

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Enemies: TRA l [member="Jyoti Nooran"] l [member="Allyson Locke"] l [member="Avoim Oeymo"] l [member="Kamon Vondiranach"]​

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Mandalorians, by their nature, by history, were mercenaries. Whether or not the current standing fools that held power within the Empire accepted that or not, it was a simple fact, repeated throughout history and throughout time. The Taung, the Protectors, the Super Commandos- they were above all, mercenaries. Canderous Ordo, all great Mandalorians- all great mercenaries.

And Preliat aimed to be on the same path as them.

And it started with a simple question.

How much?

And the Sith replied in kind with a few healthy zeroes. And a promise of a good fight. He was hired to do a particular job- protect some kind of ritual. So, he did the natural thing. Brought his friends. He looked over at the Sith performing their magics, a sneer hidden behind his helmet. He leaned on the heavy beskar axe, touching the Westar-blasters on his thighs. If anyone came to disrupt the ceremony, or whatever they were exactly trying to accomplish- they'd face the wrath of a few notable Mandalorians, some of the most vicious men in the last few hundred years to wear the beskar'gam.

Vilaz Munin. One of the most honest, brutal and effective Mandalorians that Preliat had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Silas Mantis. The only man to rival Preliat Mantis in pure savagery.

Jasper Ordo. A family man built like a sideways refrigerator, and more experience in warfare than most fleets.

Koda Fett. A bounty hunter beyond compare.

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And himself- Death. A member of the Cuir Rekr.

The personification of Death in the Mandalorians, chosen by Mandalore the Undying. A lot of good that meant nowadays. His legacy was tarnished- but that conversation, those thoughts could be pushed away. Weak Mandalorians had no place in his thoughts. He was only focused on the strength presented, not the weakness absent. The area around the Hypergate was tense. The Jedi were no doubtedly attempting to stop the ritual the Sith was performing. Dark magics, vile things he did not, and did not want to, understand.

He tapped his foot. A job was a job. If the Jedi came, the Jedi came. If they did not, they did not. Either way, Preliat was getting paid a hefty amount. If they did- Preliat was going to take a few years frustration out on the Jetii- and whoever else they sent to this desolate planet to die. Not to fight. Not to wage war. To die.


Gear:

Beskar'Kandar Beskar'gam l Two Westar Blaster Pistols l Beskar Tomahawk l Crushgaunts l Jetpack

 

[Darth Caecus]

Location: Satikan, Capital of Asation
Objective: Keep local attention local
Allies: TSE, [member="Luca Thorne"]
Enemies: TRA, Open to Interaction

The two shifted through the city, taking that circuitous path as was necessary. In their wake Kith left definitive unease, drawing on what was already there again and again. Pushing eyes and fear up to the skies, where the fleets above could be seen as nothing more than distance flashes.

It was enough.

The events at the hyperspace gate, those surrounding and swirling around [member="Darth Carnifex"] and the others was nothing more than a vague awareness of existence. That was not their mission, after all. For now, it looked like the local powers was not yet aware of what was happening in the swamps. They would keep it that way. But where Luca also worried about the presence of the Dark Lord and what that presence had meant for Kith in the past, her own thoughts only mirrored his in some respects.

The weight that this might be the end of that life they were building together. An end to 'normal' for them both.

Who had they been kidding?

It had been sweet.... but was it really something they could keep, or simply a day dream? They had so little time, considering the realities of how both had been created- didn't they deserve to get everything out of it that they could manage?

"North," she answered decisively, bringing her thoughts back to the moment.

They watched and waited for a moment, and then darted forward, shifting their direction along the edge of the building. As Luca kept watch, Kith reached out with the Force. Manipulating the locking mechanism from within, her hand light on the door, forehead tilted against it until-

*chock*

"Let's go."

They slipped inside, unseen. Now it was up to Luca, Kith falling into a guard position. Find a terminal, get him sliced in.

Send everything haywire.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

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Allies: TSE
Enemies: TRA

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The cronau flare was so large every sensor in the system capable of tracking that particular form of particle lit up like shields under a barrage. Across Gree space operators were no doubt panicking to resolve the arrival of a new contact in the system, one that had never been seen by even prying eyes anywhere in the galaxy until today. The Super Star Destroyer Wrath had been deployed for field trials and the Rebel Alliance had the dubious honor of being it's first proper test subjects. Escorting vessels arrived a fraction of a second behind it, four Supremacy-class Star Destroyers in close formation. Each disgorged their complements of fighters and took up station, two quartered above, two below. The squadrons fanned out and formed a sort of pot-holed screen, the gaps in their ranks clear cut firing ports for the motherships. Then the formation turned, oriented itself towards a point heading deeper into the system, and cut to only a minimum thrust. No broadcast came from any of the ships, no message, no weapons fire. They merely drifted there, silent, imposing, the might of the First Order cast its shadow over Gree and gave no answers.

In contrast to the eerie silence of the ships, inside the Wrath was organized chaos. They had not traveled across most of the galaxy to test turbolasers or missiles, but the state of the art combat systems built into the processing network of the dreadnought. From the moment of the ships arrival it had been tapping into every possible comms frequency and communications protocol, voice, data, and signals. A staggering amount of information to be processed, analyzed, and refined. If the Sith wanted it, at any rate.

There were plenty of standard sensors on the ship as well, and they fed more immediate combat-related data straight to the thousands of console operators controlling various functions of the warship's operation. In the cavernous primary CIC a large holo-display was updated constantly with all new contacts, and everything from a tiny one-man interceptor to large warships and massive bulk-freighters had its own track and associated data. Even now it segregated out the most probable hostile ships. Here, a destroyer and some escorts. There, a pack of cruisers. No obvious patterns emerged, and early reports from those personnel who's job it was to try and figure things out by looking at marks on a screen reported only haphazard resistance by disorganized and surprised groups of ships.

The reports did not pretend to any sort of confidence. The men and women involved knew the capabilities of the ship they were on, they merely collated and fed into the maw of the machine. Even then with only minutes worth of time to do any real analysis, more than a few noted that it looked like there was an element of coordination at play.

In the raised main command chair that had its own holo-display and half a hundred secondary systems tied directly to it, Grand Admiral Cyrus Tregessar sat, watched, and waited.