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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Feb 26, 2013 23:21:17 GMT -8
Ralltiir was a Core World planet along the Perlemian Trade Route on the border between the Core and the Colonies.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2013 2:18:09 GMT -8
The YT-1930 appeared from hyperspace, all hands accounted for and a few kilograms lighter after having delivered it's cargo to the good doctor and making it free of the destruction of the casino. Braenden piloted the ship down planetside, wondering how much had changed since he had last left Ralltiir four months ago. Sure he had picked up comm chatter and heard rumours, but he had heard nothing from Grallia itself. Once they landed, he was sure they would be brought up to speed and see how far along things were now
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 0:21:25 GMT -8
The Nebula-class Star Destroyer, four Victory II Class Star Destroyer's, and eight Lancer-class Frigate's dropped out of hyperspace in orbit of the planet Ralltiir, the fleet taking up a loose formation. Throughout the Nebula and Victory II's, Storm Commando's were busy boarding into transports, with sensor masked crates that concealed their weapons, whilst the commando's wore cloaks that covered most of their armour. Whilst it was true that they had already removed their markings, by adding in the slightly more bounty hunter look, less suspicion would be drawn to them, since it added to their incognito look. Meanwhile, technicians were busy on the five capital ships, working to ensure they could disable all manual overrides on the reactors of each ship, so that when the ship went down, it would go down with an added bang.
A slow steady stream of transports soon started making their way down towards the spaceport in Grallia, meanwhile General Zahn stood on the bridge of The Warlord's Fist, with Vice-Admiral Aethyr, Colonel's Nam, Fiora, Uther, Abegail, and Kel, and a small group of Imperial Knights that had volunteered to join in on this attack arrayed in front of him. Between them, a holographic image of Coruscant was being displayed, as General Zahn went over the plan once more, to ensure everyone knew what was going to go down
Our ground forces will arrive via a civilian AA-9 Coruscant freighter, mixing in with the twenty-eight and a half thousand or so other passengers. With that, a holographic AA-9 Coruscant freighter came into view on the display and headed planetside From there, the first, second, and third battalions will commandeer several Republic military transports and make their way to the Centax moons and infiltrate the HVs-2 Hypervelocity Gun's. Three triangle markers then dotted their ways over to each of the Centax moons meanwhile the fourth battalion will be moving on 500 Republica, the Ambassadorial District, and the Works, to lay in wait. several areas on Coruscant itself had circles surrounding them Finally, the Fifth Battalion, along with myself, the Colonel's and the Imperial Knights, will move on the Senate Building. A triangle then appeared on Coruscant in roughly the centre of Republic City At this time, the Fleet will appear in orbit and begin jamming all comms, as well as flooding the HoloNet channels with a signal bouncing between the four moons. Holographic representations of the fleet appeared in orbit of Coruscant, before dotted lines bounced between the four moons and down towards the surface of Coruscant With their communications down, they will be unable to organize their troops, and with sensors jammed, any defence fleets will be unable to properly target the fleet in orbit. It is during this chaos that the Hypervelocity Gun's will fire on the Golen III and Derilyn Space Defence Platforms alongside the Fleet, which will be driving straight towards the surface. a set of animations took place showing the Fleet heading towards the surface, whilst shooting at the Derilyn and Golen III along side the Hypervelocity Gun's Meanwhile the Fourth Battalion will begin setting off a serious of bombs to cause a distraction, whilst the Fifth Battalion will move on the Senate Building, taking down the meagre Senate Guard Force, and taking Chancellor Cihlbar, Vice-Chancellor Darma, and Governor Crom'nen hostage, at which point they will be summmarily executed. Civilian Casualties are to be kept to a minimum, and unless attacked by the Jedi, we will not engage them or any other Senator's. Only three people have to die. The circles and triangle turned to red at the appropriate time Assuming any of this does not go a hundred percent to plan, the Fleet in orbit will be used as a last resort to actually crash down upon the Senate building, leveling it and killing anyone inside and within a considerable distance. I won't lie, this is likely to be a one way trip, but if we are succesful and manage to make it out alive, we take no prisoners... understood?
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Post by Panno on Oct 3, 2014 4:33:23 GMT -8
Standing on the bridge the six Imperial Knights were easily the most out of place. Where as everyone was dressed in their uniforms, their heritage proudly on display the knights weren't. They were of course dressed to protect themselves, but in such a way they would look like people coming from the edge of civilized space. All of them save for Panno looked out of place. The Master Armourer studied the battle plan before them with both scaly arms crossed in front of his chest.
Excuse my candidness General, but you are much more sane than your colleages led me to believe. The defense of Kaut could not have rivaled this plan.
It was true, save for the whole possibly dying and one way trip this plan was air tight. That was of course until the lasers start flying and the bodies start falling. Then the plan would be shot to shit, just like every plan in the heat of battle, but he kept that part to himself.
With your permission sir I would like to leave two Knights on this ship in orbit, they are skilled in the ways of battle meditation. With their help the fleet will move as one, and the forces on the ground will be better organized. It will increase the chances of succes immeasurably. The rest of us will be down there to enact vengeance for Kuat.
For Panno that meant a lot. His Master had died there, taking down one of the ships singhandedly. The Star Destroyers hyperdrive had failed just as a jump was made, it's explosion destroyed the others near it. His death, although glorious had left a black spot on the Dressellians soul. To find out the Republic, nay three men in the Senate had known of, orchastrated and allowed this to happen was an abomination. They had helped facilitate a genocide. They had publically admited to it, yet nothing had been done.
Well now something would be done. Something the galaxy won't soon forget.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2014 20:49:21 GMT -8
General Zahn had to chuckle at the Master Armourer's comments, for a number of reasons, one of which was that part of his attack plan for Coruscant had in fact been devised by Gideon Wraith and Logan Aximand, both of whom had been in charge of the defence of Kuat. The other reason he had to laugh for, was that apparently there were rumours floating around about him that were more insane then taking what could be amounted to a handful of commando's and ships, and attacking the Republic Capital with no back-up or escape plan to speak of, all to kill three men. That, or the Master Armourer had a very broad definition of what he considered insane, either way, it was still quite amusing
Master Grai'Tal, of all the things you should be certain of in this life, my sanity is not among them. As to leaving a couple of Imperial Knights aboard the fleet, that is perfectly fine by me. Now, we best be off, we have a freighter to catch...
General Zahn gave a nod to Vice-Admiral Aethyr, before leading his Colonel's off the bridge, motioning for Panno and his Imperial Knights to follow, as he lead the way to one of the hangar bays, where a transport was waiting to take them down towards Grallia, to drop them off to the Spaceport
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Post by Panno on Oct 8, 2014 5:21:22 GMT -8
Stepping in behind the General the Imperial Knights followed at a brisk pace. All except for two maternal twins John and Alex who stayed on the bridge looking rather glum. These two were looking for some ground time, not focusing their efforts on making sure the others preformed well. One of the bonuses of being twins who used the force was twin telepathy. Often joked about by normal people their connection was so deep they could converse in their mind with almost words. John; the older of the two by 7 minutes flashed a picture of Panno in a rather humiliating position which caused his brother to laugh. No doubt had he known what they were laughing about as they left both would have been chewed out mighty heavily by the Dressillian.
Both going off to familiarize themselves with the crew and different parts of this attack "fleet" no doubt much to the annoyance of Aethyr and lost sight of the group heading planet side.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2014 23:28:20 GMT -8
Several minutes after the last of the Transports had left to head groundside, the first round of transports started to return to the fleet, as the AA-9 Coruscant Freighter made it's way up through Ralltiir's Atmosphere and up into orbit, The civilian crew and many of it's passangers unaware of whom exactly was on board with them. The Civilian Freighter continued on it's way towards the edge of the planet's gravity well, before making the jump to hyperspace, heading sraight for Coruscant.
Meanwhile, Vice-Admiral Aethyr was busy checking in with the various mechanical crews as they attended to their calculated sabotage operations of the Victory II reactor's. Thankfully, the mechanics and technicians were quite familiar with the reactor's and the operation they were trying to perform on each reactor, and so managed to complete the alterations a couple hours later, before the Fleet made it's own jump to hyperspace, also heading for Coruscant as well
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Post by Edward James Wright on Jul 31, 2018 17:16:42 GMT -8
An Acclamator Transport ship eased out of hyperspace and began crusing toward an orbital facility to dock. Refueling and restocking requests were underway as smaller tug ships pulled alongside to guide the larger vessel inwards.
Once docked, many of the crew went station side to enjoy the amenities the system had to offer. James stayed aboard and continued his work and studied galactic maps
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Post by Edward James Wright on Aug 2, 2018 20:10:01 GMT -8
As their shore leave came to a close, the crew reluctantly boarded the ship. Supplies stocked and fuel loaded, the Acclamator cast off it's moorings and was pushed into open orbit before igniting its engines.
James was on the bridge observing the crew in operation. While he himself was not keen to commanding a vessel, his crew were more than sufficient for his needs. He nodded at the captain who then ordered the ship's departure.
Moments later, the ship slipped into hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 27, 2020 11:47:43 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace, two Resurgent-class Battlecruisers of Malleus Squadron exited over the planet of Ralltiir. Long had the world been neutral, despite its vital importance to the galactic economy. It shared a major region of space, along the Perlemian Trade Route, with two other important Imperial worlds, Corulag and Brentaal IV. However, its neutrality was broken when the local government contacted the newly made Imperial Center on Coruscant. The pressure of the growing Empire had forced them to change their minds on their neutrality, given the economic prosperity of the First Order. Its position was nearly compromised by the vast Imperial territories in both Rimward and Coreward directions. Thus, an Imperial Ambassador was sent to the world to conclude negotiations. Once all was done, an Imperial garrison would be placed on the world.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Aug 12, 2020 4:29:41 GMT -8
A Quaazaar Post, Int. Freighter rose from the surface of the planet.
"Hello Ralltiirs traffic control, this is QPI-711, bound for Muunilist, Using the Perlemian Trade route through Coruscant and the Namadii corridor to Dorin, and then Ord Mantell. Can you give us a report on Corescanti traffic?" Speed was what QPI was proud of. It wouldn't do to get caught in traffic.
"We read you QPI-711. We are seeing reports of high congestion in Coruscant interchanges at this time. We suggest you re-route to the Hydian way via Brentaal, to Uviuy Exen, then across to Palanhi, then to Dorin as you originally stated."
"Much obliged! QPI-711 over and out."
The QPI frieghter made the calculations and jumped to hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 11, 2020 17:22:01 GMT -8
Ralltiir's submission to the Empire was a boon that continued to be a boon. It directed trade towards Brentaal system and, from there, into the capital of Coruscant or off up the Hydian Way. Its role as a major financial center in the galactic economy only furthered the dominance of Imperial influence within the galaxy. Credits flowed from the Empire and invested into companies and only came back to enrich the investor. The financiers of the planet had ten times as many clients as before now, due to Imperial patronage and the richness of their economy, not to mention their stability. Ships came and went from Ralltiir as a result; merchants, entrepreneurs, the elite, and many more now filled its traffic. It was perhaps the richest time that Ralltiir had ever experienced since the height of the Republic.
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Post by Fiora Ren on Sept 25, 2023 23:18:24 GMT -8
The Thanatos seemed to almost lumber out of hyperspace as it appeared in the void near to Ralltiir, with the rest of the Ren attack force zipping in soon after. The intensity of the infighting here had seemingly died down, with the two sides having spent most of their energy in the opening volleys that had come after news form Coruscant broke. Still, the defences above Ralltiir started to turn upon the newly arrived ships. Grand Admiral Harend observed the tactical display holo projection before turning his attention back to the Throne where Fiora was sitting.
Baltasar's actions had stirred up chaos across the Empire as civil war broke out. A matter which Fiora was now forced to deal with before she could reach her Brother and deal with his short comings before turning her focus upon Coruscant where Jin was being held prisoner by her Uncle. She felt no joy in having to take this path, but it was unavoidable. Order needed to be restored because of the vanity of one man and the failings of another.
With a motion from the Empress, Crix turned back to the table as a comms officer opened a broad spectrum voice and video message
This is Grand Admiral Crix Harend, representative of Empress Fiora Ren. All forces loyal to the First Order are to stand down and pay homage to the true Empress and renounce loyalties to the Traitor Baltasar and the Failed Emperor Octavian. You need not die pointlessly for them. Serve the Empire under its rightful Ruler and help us re-establish Order!
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Post by Fiora Ren on Oct 17, 2023 12:25:24 GMT -8
The Battle for Ralltiir was not what one would have called eventful or epic. Had the defenders of Ralltiir stood as one force, they might have been able to hold out and try repel the Ren. But they were a fractured force, split at first between two opposing ideologies, before being split again within each side as those who hated the Ren would refuse any help they offered, while the more pragmatic were willing to accept the offered aide. Eventually, the Royalists who were sworn to Octavian found their own internal struggle settled and pledged their allegiance to Fiora.
From there, the battle had focused upon the now much greater force eliminating Baltasars Loyalists. A fight which had been made that but easier by those within the Loyalist force willing to surrender and betray their comrades to join the winning side. By the end of the first day since their arrival, Ralltiir had fallen into the hands of the Ren. Crews were deployed to the battered defence stations to begin repairs and bring online what systems they could. Ship crews were shaken up as their new allies were spread out across the Ren Command. The battles yet ahead would test loyalties as brothers and sisters were forced to fight one another. The easiest way to minimise damage any traitors could do would be to single them out. Making their survival dependent upon those they might betray would dissuade such treason.
Fiora found herself keeping her helmet firmly worn more than she had it off in public. She found no pleasure in what had to be done, but she also knew she had to project a stoic and strong front for those following her command. After all, if she didn’t seem committed to this course, why would they?
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 20, 2023 5:34:31 GMT -8
"Bring us out of darkspace." Barked Alith of Domain Yin, Commander of the Carcharodon, while standing at the command pulpit on the bridge of the miid ro'ik warship. The dovin basal array manipulated the forces of gravity in response, causing the swirling blue bands of unreality to give way to the black star speckled tapestry of the cold void, as the Yuuzhan Vong fleet was spewed into the system from the hyperspace wormhole it had been traversing. Four advanced scout ships and twenty-two yorik-vec assault cruisers transitioned into realspace around the flagship, diverging from the hyperlane on the far side of the Ralltiir system, mustering at the edge while they awaited the arrival of the Grand Admiral and the rest of the loyalist forces. First to arrive, they were also the first to witness the unexpected sight that lay in their path towards the planet, a debris field of damaged wrecks and gutted ships left to bleed out in the unforgiving vacuum of space.
"Looks like we arrived late to the battle." Stated the Prefect Ur Skell, standing opposite Executor Nem Yin as they focused their mqaaq'it on the tactical analysis of the Carcharodon's blaze bug display. Ur was right, this was not exactly what they had been expecting. The Prefect looked up from the glowing monitor and stared at the Yu'shaa, awaiting his more learned conclusion of these readings.
Nem's hooded head slowly nodded, concurring with his fellow Yuuhan Vong and one of the few surviving members of the Praetorite Council after the events of Shili Secondus. The First Prefect appeared thoughtful, his brow ridges scrunching as he sought meaning from the data gathered by the sensor-beasts. "Indeed." He finally replied, his voice cold and delivered in a hoarse whisper through the gnullith rebreather he wore over the lower half of his ghoulish face. "But not the battle we were expecting, I believe. Look here, and here. See those markings? Those wrecks were clearly part of the Arch-Traitor's fleet. I've studied the First Order database well enough to recognize more than a few ship names." None of it made sense. By all accounts the Yuuzhan Vong were the first of the loyalist forces to arrive. This clearly wasn't the work of their allies, and yet... The Executor's emerald green ocular implants flashed brightly, and he tapped a spindly grey digit on the tactical display, indicating one of the vessels in orbit around Ralltiir. "Those are Ren ships."
By this point, Alith had made his way over to where the other two Yuuzhan Vong leaders were conferring. The youngest and without question most brash member of Domain Yin crossed dark chitin covered arms over his crab-plated chest and stroked his chin ridges thoughtfully. "That name sounds familiar." He interjected, lowering to crouch until his ritually scarred face was even with the organically produced hologram depicting the star system.
"The Knights of Ren, as they are more formally known, are staunch members of the First Order. They were with us at Byss when the Deep Core was threatened by that mercenary vagabond a year ago. I had the pleasure of meeting one of their members. Katsumi..." He recalled. "She was ruthless and cold." Nem stated plainly, offering a single nod. "I quite liked her. What they are doing here now...hard to say. It looks as though they took care of the enemy fleet for us, although, look here." Again he directed their attention to a number of weapons emplacements their deep range scans had detected. "They've fortified their position. Why? And why weren't we aware they were involved in this attack?"
"Does it matter?" Said Alith, shaking his head as he rose back to a standing position. "It looks like they've done all the heavy lifting for us. I'm sure we could use those extra ships in the push further towards the Core."
"No." Replied Nem tersely. "I know a heap of Quednak dung when I smell it, and everything about this stinks." He looked at Alith. "Maintain communications silence and wait for the Grand Admiral to arrive. We'll hear his opinion on this matter before we risk lowering our guard, or...engaging. Follow his lead, but don't get the fleet entrenched until we know what exactly we're dealing with."
Swinging around sharply, Nem headed towards the hatch-sphincter leading out of the bridge of the Carcharodon, leaving his two comrades standing there with their skeletal mouths agape. Prefect Ur of Domain Skell managed to muster his senses just as the Executor reached the threshold of the door. "And where are you going?"
Nem stopped at the dilated sphincters edge, looking over his shoulder back at Ur and Alith. The dark purple eye sacs beneath his glowing mqaaq'it puffed. "I need a closer look." And then he vanished from sight, leaving his fellow Yuuzhan Vong cursing in his wake.
"Yammka's thorny cock." Exclaimed Alith, gritting his jagged teeth. "I hate when he does that." Ur offered him a shrug, then motioned back towards the command pulpit. With a nod of his own, Alith ascended the yorik-coral steps to take charge of the fleet in the Executor's absence. "Rouse the war coordinator and have the dovin basals bring those space rocks we hauled after us to the front of our formation. Between that and the debris field should provide adequate cover for our yorik-et. Have them release but maintain our position." A sinuous series of audible pops reminiscent of machine-gun fire erupted from his knuckles as he gripped the yorik-coral railing of the pulpit. "Yun-Harla be kind, the Executor is mistaken and this is just typical infidel foolishness."
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Lucius Vasili
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Oct 20, 2023 10:24:48 GMT -8
--It wasn't but a moment that Task Force Kingsword and the other gathered ships emerged from hyperspace behind Nem. Lucius was ready to send hellfire the moment they arrived, once they could lock down their allies. However, where he expected some form of fighting, all was mostly quiet. Things seemed off. Perhaps those true to the Emperor had come out victorious. Yet, so, too, could the Loyalists.
As he set his gaze upon the world, he noticed the ships in orbit. It was then he was alerted to just who stood before them.--
"Grand Admiral, we have multiple signatures on radar. Those are Ren ships."
--Lucius turned swiftly, moving with long strides to the radar, confirming what had just been said. Nothing of ally or Loyalists ships, at least not in any major force. If any remained, they rested within the ranks of ships. Moving to the holoscreen, he ordered all channels be open. The Ren were situated in the area better than they had been. It was quite possible they had moved from the core outward as Octavian was moving. It would be a chance for brother and sister to fight side by side. Despite this, something didn't sit well within his gut.--
This is Grand Admiral Lucius Vasili, leader of the Navy under Emperor Octavian. We are here to help bring order back to the world and reforge the unity of the First Order by purging the traitorous forces Baltasar. |
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Post by Fiora Ren on Oct 23, 2023 4:15:08 GMT -8
The Ren forces had spent their time solidifying their control of Ralltiir, with a new Ren friendly Governor being installed and tasked with overseeing the safety of the citizenry. Fiora had been in a meeting with the man when the alert sounded at the arrival of the new fleets
It's your duty to see to the people's safety Governor. Begin lockdown procedures. I suspect we're in for a fight...
By your command Empress...
The man gave a bow before his holoimage disappeared and Fiora rushed from the meeting room and headed for the Bridge. Despite the speed of her movements, the Tribune Guard were well keeping pace with their charge. Harnan was already on the bridge, whilst Neith and Atlantia were both appearing via holoprojection around the command table. Grand Admiral Harend was mid analysis as she drew herself up to the table and observed the fleets arrangement
We received this communication from the Task Force moments ago...
Lucius' audio message was then replayed over the speakers for all to hear. Confirming to them all that Octavian was on the move to the Core. Or at the very least, his Navy was
How should we respond?
We're presented with an... interesting situation. Lucius Vasili once served the Diarchy, before Silas brought about its downfall. He knows these ships about as well as we do. However... He did fairly recently join the First Order, meaning his allegiance to Octavian is not quite set in stone...
That may have changed. Last I heard he was a Vice-Admiral, but now he stands a Grand Admiral. Quite the promotion wouldn't you agree? It might be incentive enough to maintain his loyalties, at least for a little while...
Fiora grumbled a little as she listened to the other Ren discuss their newly arrived guest, whilst data files popped up from their intel supplied by the Magisterium. As expected, his career record cut off right when Baltasar took control of Coruscant. But such a short time did not allow for a man to change a great deal much. She would simply appeal to the man as she had anyone else so far. No tricks, merely the truth and a chance to be on the right side of history.
She motioned to her Brother and Sisters for silence before activating the controls on the comms system and opening a line back, sending it for any and all who might be listening
Well met Grand Admiral Vasili. Rest assured, peace and order has already been brought back to Ralltiir, thanks to the efforts of the Ren and the First Order under my leadership. I will admit, we agree that my Uncle Baltasar and his forces are traitors. However, where we disagree, concerns my brothers claim to the Throne. Octavian is no longer recognised as Emperor of the First Order, for his failings to prevent my Uncle's Coup and the deaths of many the Ren have considered allies and friends across the Empire. Thus... I offer you a choice Grand Admiral, and those whom follow your command: I stand as Empress Fiora Ren, true heir of the Empire. Join with us to bring down my traitorous Uncle and see my Brother offered the chance to peaceably relinquish his claim to the Throne of my Father that he failed to uphold. United, we can bring peace and stability to this fractured Empire. But stand against me, and we shall view you as we viewed those whom claimed loyalty to my Uncle... As traitors.
She pulled her helmet off then, revealing her long flaming locks and pale freckled face. If her armour hadn't become distinctive enough over the years, thanks to being something of the publicly face of the Ren, then an unobstructed view of her face would leave little doubt of her identity
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 25, 2023 6:08:01 GMT -8
A dim orange light cast a sinister outline of the shadow swathed figured seated in the dark cockpit of the Starbiscuit, a nimble living ship produced by the bosom of the daughter of Yuuzhan'tar, Zonama Sekot. The enigmatic leader of Domain Yin manipulated reflex controls connected to the organic vessel's neural circuits with both his hands and his thoughts, as the cognition throne he was seated in symbiotically connected him to the Sekotan craft, blending the lines between Yuuzhan Vong and seedship. Its sensors were his eyes, its wings his limbs, its hull his flesh. And like the Intendant who was physically and mentally melded to it, the Starbiscuit was a silent stalker of the void, its living lamina hull hued an inky black to conceal it from the naked eye when in the cold clutches of space. The Ferroans had done an excellent job in shaping the starship to suit the Executor's needs, but it was Master Shaper Mira Yim who had blessed it with its greatest gift, a cloaking shadow that minimized the gravitational signature of its dovin basals. The sleek wraith slipped past the broken remains of the Arch-Traitor's fleet, now a graveyard in the void, replete with frozen corpses tumbling across the vacuum."That's got to be it." Hissed Nem's hoarse whisper of a voice through his gnullith rebreather, speaking to the decrepit saurian creature seated beside him. His man-servant, Scab, looked over at the Intendant and blinked its black cataract crusted eyes dim-wittedly. The Chazrach had been with the First Prefect even before the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of the galaxy. That was, how long ago? Suffice it to say the creature was quite old, nearing the end of its already extended lifespan. Physically crippled, mute, and barely sentient by all qualities of measurement, he was perhaps odd company for the Intendant to keep. Even so, the Executor dotted on the chazrach as though it were a treasured friend. Loyalty was something that couldn't be bought. The inbuilt villip-choir projected a luminous hologram above the glowing bio-circuits of the cockpit's dashboard, magnifying the image of a large looming hulk of grey iron and Imperial steel in orbit over Ralltiir. "That's the largest ship. The boss is always on the largest ship."CHIRP-CHIRP! A repetitive chime sounded from the choir and one of the hanging plant buds reverted into a familiar face. The ritually scarred and tattooed face of Nem's domain-mate Alith, Commander aboard the Miid Ro'ik warship Carcharodon, appeared to him. The youngest member of Domain Yin looked troubled, the eye sacs beneath his mqaaq'it puffing faster than usual."What's wrong?" He already had a good idea, but he asked anyways. {{ You're going to want to hear this. }} Replied Alith over the telepathically communing villips, before stepping away and replaying the transmission Fiora Ren had broadcast openly, declaring herself the Empress of the First Order. Much as he suspected, another player had made their move. These Imperials were quick to turn on one another when there was power to be grabbed. He grinned like an infidel behind his gnullith. They would have made good Intendants. He couldn't discount her claim either. It was Octavian's lack of foresight and preparedness that had allowed the coup on Coruscant to foment into full on civil war. Despite this, Nem's loyalties were already decided. The Son was the surest path to prosperity for his people. The Ren, so far as he understood it, were darkside mystics. They might not be the Sith responsible for killing Uzas, but they still couldn't be trusted, this latest event being good example of that. And...they were too dangerous an enemy to be allowed to live."Call in the reserve elements, Alith. Have them exit darkspace as close to the planet's gravity well as possible." His mind was already a flutter of activity, Mira's augmentations to his current body causing his neurons to fire like an organic super-computer.{{ Nem, a pair of A-vek Iiluunu carriers, even with a full complement of yorik-et, won't last long against firepower of that magnitude. You'll be signing their death warrant. }} "I know." He admittedly bitterly, already feeling his gorge rise as the guilt coiled around his guts like an angry amphistaff. "They are warrior caste, Alith. I may have been a terrible leader to our people, but a good death, that is something I can still honour them with. Besides, I need a distraction if I'm going to get aboard that ship."{{ You're what?! }} Exclaimed the Commander, causing the villip to stutter. {{ I knew you were mad. Please tell me you brought backup. }} "Of course." Nem winked his right mqaaq'it. "Scab's with me. Now I've got to go." {{ A crippled chazrach doesn't cou... }} But Nem never heard the rest of his domain-mates chastising words, he was already guiding the Seabiscuit out of the debris field and towards the large dreadnought the Princess had transmitted from.
"...nt!" Yelled Alith as the villip went dark. Snarling, he grit his crooked teeth until oily ropes of black blood oozed down his chin, then struck the coral railing of his command pulpit with a fist hard enough to crack it. "Harla's tits! I really hate it when he does that." He turned his head over his shoulder and cast his gaze back towards Prefect Ur Skell, who could only offer a shrug."What were you expecting? He's your domain, after all. Compared to the rest of us, you Yin Yuuzhan Vong are as crazy as the warrior caste." He wasn't wrong. Ur continued. "So what's our move?"Alith took a moment to compose himself, then looked back at the main view-spider. When he responded, his was more in control of his emotions. "We do what he says. Crazy he might be, but Nem's always got a plan. Call in the a-vek liluunu and then open a channel to the Grand Admiral. Hopefully treason is only a Delvardus family trait."As Ur followed his instructions, Commander Alith raised a robeskin hood from the neck seal of his crab armour and pulled it up over his head. He removed a starfish shaped gnullith from his waist and pressed the living biot against his face, feeling its proboscis painfully slip down his esophagus as the creature symbiotically adhered to the lower half of his ugly visage. Closing his eyes, he mastered his ocular implants, opening them to reveal to emerald orbs just like Nem's. After a moment the metallic spine-like oggzil on the Carcharodon's outer hull crackled with electrical current as it translated the organic data from the warship's villip choir, allowing it to interact and connect with infidel technology, transmitting a three-dimensional hologram of Alith's disguised head to the command ship of Lucius Vasili.You heard them, Grand Admiral. Said Alith in his best Nem impersonation. The Princess has proven herself as power hungry as Baltasar. How do we proceed?
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Oct 25, 2023 8:05:52 GMT -8
--As Lucius awaited a reply from those present within orbit and upon the world, he allowed his gaze to fix itself upon the ships that rested before them. It was curious that the Ren had taken up the Diarchy ships over those fashioned from the First Order as well those of Imperial past. A testament to the craftsmanship of such vessels, one that he agreed with completely. Upon joining the First Order, he had debated changing up his fleet, to leave behind an order that had collapsed. But try as he might, none spoke to him as those the Diarchy had fashioned.
But his sights quickly shifted to the monstrosity that sat at the center of it all. He couldn't say for sure without verification, but he suspected it was even larger than the Bellator that the now Supreme Commander led. That, on its own, was an impressive feat, seeing that the Ren had come into possession of it. As his eyes took in the details, he noticed many things, references to various other ships throughout time. However, next to its size, what stood out the most were the four autocannons. That detail alone was enough to put his mind down the proper track in identifying it. He had heard of a massive project being undertaken at the Kuat Drive Yards: the Mandator V. Yet, last he knew, it was incomplete. So many questions then came to mind. Had it been finished in secret? How did the Ren acquire it? Maybe as a response to the rise of Baltasar and the silencing of the Core? It was possible. But so many uncertainties remained.
Despite his hope that they had found their allies driving out from the Core, he could not shake the unease he had within his gut. Turning towards his second-in-command, he passed along his orders.--
"Send a message to the Emperor. Tell him of the developments thus far and disclose the suspicion the Mandator V's presence here. Also, be ready to relay any developments once we receive a communication."
--Giving a salute, Captain Voz turned and made his way to another communications officer and had him open a direct line to the Vigilance.
This is Captain Alastair Voz, second-in-command of Task Force Kingsword. I have a message for Emperor Octavian Delvardus. We have arrived at Ralltiir. Currently, it seems that all forces under Baltasar have been rendered silent before our arrival. It was, however, met with the forces of the Knights of Ren. We are currently hailing them as we speak and will update you as we receive further information. Also, the Ren are in possession of a massive warship. From a glance at key details, we suspect is the Mandator V that was being constructed. No further details at this time regarding it.
--With the message sent, the Captain simply waited for further orders.
It wasn't long before a response came. Though giving hope at first, that sensation was quickly crushed by the following words. What he had been worried about had now been realized. This was no longer a civil war between two forces, but a three-way war seeking the power of the throne. His mind raced, wondering what his next step would be. In most cases, the decision was simple: eradicate the enemy without mercy or hesitation. But the one who stood before him was the Emperor's sister. Not only that, the monster that followed her commands was another matter. His ship, and many within his fleet, were some of the most powerful ever created. But that was only reflected against ships in a close range to them. Against something nine times as large, supporting what could be considered small scale super weapons, however, was another matter entirely. What needed to be done needed to be considered carefully and quickly.
Opening his eyes, with a sign, he made a small motion of his hand to the Captain. It was a way of passing orders quickly and quietly. With a quick nod, he turned back to the officer, updating his message to the Emperor with the newly acquired information, that the Ren were claiming the throne and any who challenged her, any who stayed loyal to her brother, who she deemed a failed Emperor, were traitors. But the moment that message was sent, a new line was open to all ships with new orders given.
Standing tall, Lucius gave his reply.--
I see. From the moment your father passed and Octavian named his successor, I always feared this day would come. I had hoped such a curse would not befall your line, that despite his ascension, you would not fall to desires for power that would challenge him, but rather stand strong by his side to lead the First Order into a new and brighter future. I know not the truest reasons of why one of your were trained by the Imperial Knights while the other the Knights of Ren. I can only guess that when his time came he could entrust his creation to the two of you, the light and dark standing side by side with the power of the Force to lead the people to heights he couldn't achieve himself. I can only imagine the pain this claim of yours has caused him in the afterlife. Disgraceful. --With each word, his words grew stronger, more confident and passionate.-- When I first joined the First Order, I felt as if the Ren and I were kindred spirits. Ready to wield the darkness, to be the point of the sword, ready to do whatever was needed for the greater good of the order we served, despite what others thought of us. But it seems I was wrong. You are not Ren, darksiders fighting with purpose. No, your claims for power have revealed the truth of your group, that you are nothing more and single-minded Sith wanting to rule. How far you all have fallen. --HIs voice suddenly calmed, become monotoned as he spoke further, any passion for these men that were once allies snuffed out.-- I've bore witness to coups before. I watched as they collapsed under the actions of a single man. That is not something I will bear witness to again. --His mind flashed to Silas and his work. If they ever crossed paths again, he'd ensure he relished every moment of pain as his blade plunged through the heart of the traitor.-- But to address your claims about Octavian, you have also failed to notice and stop Baltasar's coup. That means you are no more fit. Otherwise, you did know, refused to let that knowledge be known, and waited to strike, if such plans weren't already in motion for the Ren before Nicademus died. So, I think you misunderstand reality, Princess. No, you are no princess, no Empress. Not even a Delvardus at this point. Be it the master of this plan or manipulated pawn at this point, the truth is this. Nicademus entrusted the order to Octavian. From that moment, he was the head of the order. So, by making these claims, the only traitors here are you. As such, may the deepest circle of Chaos open to claim you and yours. For your actions, the unyielding inferno isn't even enough to grant you what is deserved. And so, farewell.
--Already had order been given to stand by from Captain Voz to all ships. All that was needed was those final words, the confirmation needed for the second-in-command to say fire. And with that farewell, the order came.
True to who he was and what he believed, there would be no hesitation, no mercy. In the end, it was all they had. He could side with Fiora, but that would betray his loyalty to an Emperor who had done nothing to deserve such betrayal. He could had sided with her in deceit, waiting for the moment to strike from within her ranks when they weren't watching so that she would understand such betrayal. But that, too, also was against his character. And, if he denied her, they wouldn't just let them run. Fighting was the only option. So they needed to strike hard and fast. And so, with the farewell, a heavy barrage of Turbolaser fire and Ion cannons fire launched themselves from the fleet in a made fury, many focusing their attacks on the Mandator.
He then turned to the new hologram of Alith--
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Oct 26, 2023 16:25:43 GMT -8
The Prohibidor-class Interdictors littered throughout the Ren Fleet had begun charging up their drives from the moment the enemy forces had appeared in the system. Whilst Fiora had hoped to end things peacefully, plans and preparations had been underway for the worst result. Even as Lucius began his holier than thou speech, Grand Admiral Harend was sending commands out across the fleet. The Interdictor fields were coming online to expand out the gravity well around Ralltiir even as Lucius was calling the Empress disgraceful. It took everything in Crix's power not to order the Auto Cannons to tear several new holes into the flagship. Instead, he did his best to remain as stoic as Fiora.
She stood against the Grand Admiral's deranged rambling, not letting a single comment reach her face as she policed her features better now than she had over the past weeks. He sounded no different than many who had piously committed themselves to a cause. Her hands moved to the controls as she tightened the band of communication only to those used by the First Order military as Lucius finished his impassioned speech. Grand Admiral Harend was busy executing defensive orders and giving out priority target information across the Ren Fleet. Several Capital ships were moving to take several ships with their shields, before ultimately sacrificing themselves as the firepower overwhelmed them. Fiora activated the comm line once more, unphased by the opening volley of the battle
It's ironic that a man who once swore loyalty to Palpatine when he served the Diarchy and then came begging at the First Order's door would call someone else Disgraceful. But then... I suppose you are the expert in such matters. As the survivor of a coup, Grand Admiral, I would have thought you would have learned not to shackle yourself to the will of dead men, but I suppose not... Keep yourself shackled to dead men, and you shall soon join them.
The Thanatos' shields shook and shimmered as the enemies barrage that made it through the defensive screen to the Mandator V found their mark. Crix was demanding the Auto Cannons fire, with the spin up cycle finishing just as the prow cannons locked their target and fired off a pair of shots each
I hope you meet your death in battle Grand Admiral, for it would be an honourable death compared to what awaits you should you survive... Before you die, I will say that there was one thing you said that we are in agreement with: I am no Delvardus. But where you and I disagree on that matter, is that I never was...
Harnan turned from the console he was working on, his focus and attention falling solely upon Fiora as he already knew where her next comments were leading. He gave a shake of his head, hoping to dissuade her from this course of action. But such a warning was too late. She had already made up her mind
Nor was Octavian. Nicademus merely bestowed his Family name upon us, thinking us his offspring. But we are, the both of us, Ren through and through. The only Delvardus' that currently live are Baltasar, Yvaine, and Remus. You fight for a Ren one way or another. I wonder, now, how strong you will remain to your so called convictions about the dead's choice of heir...
She gathered her helmet up and slid it on once more before the comm transmission was cut off. She could sense the growing agitation emanating from Harnan, as the Master of the Ren had been forced to standby powerless to stop her revelations. Undoubtedly there were murmurs bubbling across the newly acquired fleet command that had sworn their loyalty to Fiora in order to defeat Baltasar's Loyalists here. But if the Ren loyal were doing their job, they would quickly silence any attempt at descent. But she could understand why Harnan would be concerned
The truth was going to come out eventually... If not now, then when I faced Octavian...
How long have you known? Why risk everything, for what? What do you think happens next...
Fiora offered up a small shrug, both to cut his line of questioning off but also to give her a moment to try recall when she learned the truth about who her Father was. Truth be told, she didn't know whether the same actually applied to Octavian. What she had seen and learned had been quite clear where she was concerned, but it was less so regarding her Brother. But honestly that didn't really matter right now, it only mattered what they would believe
I've always suspected he wasn't my biological father ever since my visions began... But I learned the truth two, maybe three years ago. I just kept quiet about it... Everyone that follows me now, does so not because they thought I was a Delvardus, but because of the person I have proven myself to be. Can the same be said of those that follow my Brother? If any of them survive and escape, we'll find out quickly. As for everything else? we can worry about that after we deal with this fight.
Harnan looked as if he was about to disagree, but the Thanatos lurched underfoot as the second pair of Auto Cannons on the belly of the beast fired at other targets within the fleet. A sharp reminder of the battle going on
Fine... We'll pick this up later...
Harnan returned to his console and resumed co-ordinating their attack. The Mandator V and the ships closest to it focused their fire upon Lucius' Flagship, while the ships further out in the formation turned their attention upon the rest of the fleet and the Yuuzhan Vong forces just at the edge of the battlefield. Starfighters were swarming out of Carriers and Warships alike, ready to meet with and clash against those fielded by their enemies, with the bombers intent upon breaking through to the capital ships where they could deal the most damage
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