Mavera Nako
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Post by Mavera Nako on Apr 27, 2024 6:33:40 GMT -8
Mavera was preparing to give a short speech about how her duty was to guard the body of the Emperor and if that body was conscious or not, was less of a sticking point. She would have then tried to subdue the Emperor and force him to abandon ship for his own safety, but thankfully all those thoughts were cut short as word came in that reinforcements had arrived. The witch sighed with relief as she realized she wouldn't have to attempt to bodily overpower the emperor. She gave a small bow to Octavian. I will do as you say, but I do urge you to be not far behind, My lord. At that point she turned and returned to the body of the ship, helping those who needed to be moved, and encouraging those moving slower to move with purpose.
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on Apr 28, 2024 5:24:06 GMT -8
After the orbital bombardment had been called off and the Executor had extracted from the planet with the Praetorite's priority alpha target, the Yuuzhan Vong forces had pulled back from their siege of Galactic City, having already venting a terrible wrath upon the continent stretching cityscape in the brief moments before the order was rescinded. Some thought had been turned towards aiding the main portion of the arranged loyalist forces, but Prefect Ur had quickly dismissed the idea, deciding instead that they would return to their roots and take advantage of the chaos.
So it was that the ro'ik chuun m'arh 'Dark Corsair' found its arrest tentacles grappling with an orbit platform as oqa membranes extended from its hull and highly corrosive acid ate through quadanium steel hull plates several inches thick. As the metal ran away like water and the station interior was revealed, a cloud of poison gas flooded through the membrane serving as a cofferdam between ship and station, flowing straight into the orbital platform where it began to painfully asphyxiate the crew inside. When Alith and his team of Praetorite hunters came sprinting through the breach, there were only a few troopers with sealed armour and crew in vacuum suits to contend with. They barely lasted a minute. The Intendant was among them in a blink of an eye, slashing through joints with sweep slices and puncturing seals with thrusting stabs of the twin coufee blades he wielded, making quick work of anyone between him and his target: the command centre. Blood sluiced across the wall and then the floor as he opened the throat of a deck hand standing in front of the blast door controls, tossing the body aside as he jammed a blade under the control panel cover and pried it open, revealing the circuits underneath. Hardly an expert in infidel machines, Alith tucked one of his blades away and retried a magma pebble from his pouch, placing it inside the opening before activating the timer.
He rolled out of the way as the control box erupted in fire and burning hot metal. Nothing happened at first, causing him to worry he'd made a miscalculation, but then after a moment the blast doors slid open as fire emergency protocols kicked in. Wraith like hunters descended onto the crew stationed inside, flickering in and out of reality as their cloaks of nuun bent light and effectively rendered them invisible. Alith's cloaker was only a standard black vacuum variant, but he was also a member of Domain Yin, and able to move unseen without the benefit of sophisticated biots. The young Intendant helped butcher the last of the crew, collecting trophies along with his men. He'd settled on threading infidel fingers through a fibrous gut-string that he wore as a necklace. Taking a minute to study the control, he opened the armoured hangar doors and deactivated the magnetized energy barrier holding in atmosphere, blowing any crew caught in the area out into the vacuum of space. He watched from a console screen as a yorik-trema entered the hangar and began to offload a large dovin basal. "Time to go." Hissed Alith through the starfish shaped gnullith rebreather sealed over the lower half of his face, distorting his voice into a hoarse whisper. The hunters with him began to pull out, silencing any remaining crew they encountered on their way back to the oqa membrane.
Five minutes later and the Dark Corsair detached from the orbital platform, drifting apart before the frigate analogs dovin basal array manipulated gravity to pull it away from the station. The very same thing then happened to the station, as the dovin basal left behind in the platform's hangar began to pull the satellite from its current orbit and send it plummeting towards the surface of the planet like a meteorite. Ur had planned this target strategically. The orbital platform had contained a stockpile of baradium warheads, which Alith and his team had been kind enough to arm before extracting from the station. Back aboard, the Intendant watched from a viewport as the installation glowed orange as it burned up on entry. A massive explosion could be seen from space when the platform inevitably slammed into the fuel refinery on the surface it had been purposefully pulled towards.
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on May 4, 2024 23:37:15 GMT -8
As the platform of Baradium warheads hit a refinery upon the surface of Coruscant, an even greater and more brilliant explosion went off in orbit. The last of the escape pods and transports left the Vigilance, which charged its engines for a lightspeed ram. A vessel that had lasted through a number of campaigns, and became celebrated as the personal command ship of the then Grand Admiral Jenia Kasalle, the warship met its proper end as it launched itself into the starboard of the Pax Imperialis. Joined together in that moment, a rupture occurred as the Super-class Dreadnought bent inward, its metal cracking and breaking before the pressure caused both to rupture from within. Both were legacies of the previous reign, capital vessels that were the forefront of the Imperial Navy and served as commands for a number of the great names of the First Order. With their deaths, a great hole was created within the renegade Imperial fleet... a number of vessels swallowed up by the loss of these two great warships.
As Octavian arrived aboard of the Legalitas, Vice-Admiral Rendrake, as well as Grand Admiral Vasili, and other commanders across the loyalist fleet, even on the communiques of the repositioned Yuuzhan Vong navy, received all manner of surrenders. Other traitor vessels fought on, but there were commanders and captains attempting to surrender and wave their flags of truce. This caused a new phenomena to occur as those still loyal to Baltasar and the cabal turned their guns on not only the loyalists, but those who attempted to surrender. To them, traitors in their own fleet were no better than the enemy in front of them. All this did was create further chaos, a chaos that was completely unwarranted, but there was a loyalty to his traitorous uncle that was to a fault it seemed. Octavian even suspected that mutinies were happening and the cause of his uncle was nothing more than held by tape and string by those few who would not give in.
Coming to the bridge, the young Emperor looked at the communiques, a number even answering to what Nem Yin had declared to the traitors for all to hear. The Imperial felt a sense of stress build at the front of his head causing him to touch it. What a mess... what a tragedy... so many lost and plenty still unwilling to lay down their arms and surrender. The fleet of his uncle had once been bound by years of comradery, now they were turning on one another as they declared for one side or the other. As the ruler, he had to do what he could to control and minimalize loss.
Vice-Admiral, coordinate with the Grand Admiral and the rest of the command staff. Accept the genuine surrenders and assist them in surviving.
Octavian could have said that all were to be punished. But what would that achieve? Nothing but further eroding the once proud military of the First Order.
As for those who refuse, make them bend or... see them destroyed.
Today, this front of the civil war would end. But, like any civil war, it would be bloody to the very last breathe. He couldn't waste time of trying to make people see reason if they were too blinded by their own hubris and misconceptions of loyalty. If they desired to die for the wrong side, then they would die and be forgotten. Octavian lowers his hand fromthe front of his head, turning to look out at the Imperial Center.
Contact the Grand Marshal on the ground. Tell him... the full landfall of the invasion is imminent. Relay coordinates to us on where troops are needed.
It had been bloody and arduous, but one half of why this new conflict existed was to be snuffed out. Yet, deep down, Octavian dreaded the second half. It was one thing to have an uncle raise the flag of rebellion... it was a different beast to face one's twin sibling. One that the Emperor felt was nothing more than a puppet for an even more sinister master.
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Lucius Vasili
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 7, 2024 8:51:08 GMT -8
--The Grand Admiral received no confirmation to his suggestion before his own crew called out the arrivals. Cursing under his breath, he quickly moved to the man and checked the screen. His head lifted slowly as a single heavy breath filled his lungs icon after icon appeared behind them, counting over thirty. A fresh fleet attacking from the rear would be the end for them. Their flagship was already failing and with the Pax still active, retreat wouldn't even be possible.
Yet, those fears were turned to hope as a voice cut through the comms, signaling their loyalty to the Emperor. As the new fleet loomed over head, Vasili moved to the viewport, eyes fixed upon the mass collection of Resurgents and the new vessel that appeared to match the size of the other two beasts in the field. A single fleet that could the tide in any direction had come in their favor. Though they didn't hold the advantage of being at their rear had they been an enemy, it still didn't matter. Their new strength would overcome.
That was only furthered when Octavian ordered all to evacuate from the Bellator to the new flagship with the former being used as a ram. It was a shame, giving up a strong vessel when it could now be saved. Yet, enough time had been wasted and much of the initiate fleet had suffered heavy damage. They would win, but best to preserve the new for what else was to come: advancing on the Ren. Ordering fighters to escort the shuttle, Lucius ordered the fleet to pull back a bit to ensure no got caught up in the lightspeed ram. He didn't know just how such an attack would affect the area and opted to be better safe than sorry.
As the shuttle were escorted, Lucius noticed a bit off from the battle the Vong's attack on a station that had it plunging towards the surface, eventually ending up in a flash that even they could see from here. He couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted at the action. He felt no remorse for the soldiers on board or the loss of the station. It was any civilians that were caught up in the surface impact. How many lives were snuffed out that were simply living. People who didn't get to choose who they followed, but simply had to roll with what life handed them. Not all had the luxury of choice of loyalty as they did, many not able to just up and leave, especially when the coup started here and held them in place. It was war, he reminded himself, so there would be collateral damage. Yet, he couldn't shake the reality feeling that this was beyond necessary.
Before long, though, the time had come and the Vigilance shot forward as it made the jump to lightspeed, only to instantly plow through the Super-class. Other ships were impacted by the hit as well as the explosions from the two ships and others surrounding them. A small domino effect that caused many to begin issuing surrenders. He was glad for that, ready to bring this battle to an end.
But some couldn't just let it go. Not only were many still fighting, but some quickly turned on those that sought to surrender. That was the breaking point for the Grand Admiral. He despised coups and the way it divided men. How many of his own did he have to put down within the Diarchy when that coup started. And here he was seeing it all again. He didn't even need the orders from the Emperor as he ordered his ships forward, full speed and all weapons free. Any who continued to fire at them or turned their guns on who were once considered allies now traitors would feel his wrath. It didn't even matter now if those particulars surrendered after feeling his fury. The moment they turned on their allies who knew the battle was lost were not the men they needed. So eager to blindly fight for a lost cause and see any as an enemy wasn't worth allowing to live. If they truly wanted to fight for this cause, they would until their last breath. He'd make sure of it. Only those who had enough mind to surrender at the Pax's elimination would be spared.--
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Nem Yin
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Post by Nem Yin on May 9, 2024 11:07:21 GMT -8
Light blue eye sacks beneath Ur Skell's vermillion mqaaq'it inflated in an expression of amusement as he watched the traitor forces turn on one another from his place on the bridge of the miid ro'ik warship 'Carcharodon', studying the luminous tactical display that depicted icons of enemy ships opening fire on those that had capitulated, sowing further chaos the Praetorite forces were all to happy to take advantage of."Incoming villip transmission...from the Executor, Prefect." Barked a subaltern of the warrior caste stationed at the villip-choir. Time to find out if Nem had been successful, or more likely, was in need of rescue. Leaving the tactical table he'd practically become attached to since the outset of the orbital engagement, the Prefect strode across the bridge to a bio-sealed hatch-sphincter that twitched as he neared. "I'll take it in the command suite." He said, instructing the crew while he left the dwindling battle behind, opening the organic door with a press of his palm. A hidden syringe in the wall stabbed the flesh of his hand and took a tissue sample, confirming his identity before dilating to allow him access. Once inside, he sealed the doors behind him and sat behind a yorik coral desk with a qahsa device and villip shaped into its rough surface. Painful pricks greeted his rump as he settled in on a blood sucking thorn seat that was all to eager for his company. Once he was comfortable, by Yuuzhan Vong standards of course, he stroked the in-built villip and awakened the stalk. It inverted into a familiar face.{{ It's done. }} "You were successful?" The depiction of Nem scoffed. {{ I'm offended you ask, but yes, Stage 2 of Operation Shimrra Falling has been initiated. It's time for the rest of you to play your part. Begin Nempharius protocols. We're in the final act. }}"Then you have made your decision? If so, there is something you may wish to know. The infidel Emperor has mustered a sizable fleet in addition to what was here before you left. By our count, he's added thirty heavy dreadnoughts to his fleet and one super, none of which we were aware of prior to the outset of this conflict."Ridges on the villip doppelganger's brow rose. {{ Is that so? Well, it seems I underestimated the boy's tactical acumen. }} Hissed his whisper thin voice as he assumed more than was actually true, unaware the Emperor had simply gotten lucky. {{ Holding back such a substantial force until an opportune moment is the sort of theatrical flare I'd expect of our caste, Ur. And you wonder why I've always liked these infidels. Sometimes they surprise even me. It changes nothing though. }}The Prefect nodded, then asked what was on most of their minds since the Executor's departure. "Will you be returning to us then?" {{ Not yet. }} The disembodied head attached to the stalk shook from side to side. {{ I still have one more errand to take care of first. Alith can see to briefing the infidels in my stead. Oh, and Ur? }}"Yes?" {{ Well done. }} With a wet squelch, the villip stalk became erect and lost all trace of the Executor's features, disconnecting on Nem's end. The Prefect let out a slow breath, then stroked another reflex on the villip and connected to the ro'ik chuun m'arh 'Dark Corsair' where the youngest member of Domain Yin was currently stationed.{{ What is it Ur? We're pretty busy in case you hadn't noticed. }} His bitterness at being relieved and replaced by the Prefect was all too evident in his tone of voice. "I have something for you to do..." A short while later, the bridge doors aboard the 'Legalitas' opened with a pneumatic hiss and whoosh of air as a lean Yuuzhan Vong entered the room, arriving shortly after the Emperor and his female bodyguard. Alith was garbed from toe to neck in a glossy black layer of second skin known as an ooglith cloaker, flawlessly adhered to his flesh through cilia inserted into his pores, linking the two living organisms in symbiosis. The Intendant's hood was pulled up over his head, casting the corpse pallor complexion of his face in an obscuring veil of shadow, while the lower half was hidden behind a starfish shaped gnullith rebreather that hissed silently with each exhalation of cold breath. Regularly cobalt blue, the youngest member of Domain Yin had adjusted his mqaaq'it ocular implants to project the same emerald green glow as his domain leader, Nem Yin. Crossing the bridge with a mix of an assassins poise and a void reavers swagger, the Yuuzhan Vong dropped to a knee before Octavian Delvardus, bowing his head as he rested both hands on his bent leg."My Emperor." Hissed the rebreather, distorting Alith's voice into a perfect mimicry of Nem's. Not that Octavian was more than limitedly familiar with it from their brief encounters at Bastion and the coronation that preceded it. "First Prefect Nem of Domain Yin, at your service." He continued, the polished floor still seeming to capture his attention. In fact, the maintenance droids had put such a gleam on it that the Intendant could make out a distorted reflection of the human Emperor refracted off its surface. "I bring news from the Deep Core. Your traitorous sister is mustering her forces at Prakith in anticipation of your victory here." He finally looked up, his luminous gaze studying Octavian's pale human features. "Which given the current state of this battle, I'd say they're more than right about."
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Post by Octavian Delvardus on May 9, 2024 17:09:51 GMT -8
By the time 'Nem Yin' had come to the bridge of the new flagship of the royalist Imperials, things had calmed down. There was still a sense of urgency as orders were relayed, reports made, and communiques listened to. Of the rebel navy surrendering, a significant portion was heavily damaged from the fight. Most of the rear ships were intact though, but it didn't swell the naval numbers by much. The rest would require extensive repairs in loyalist docks of Bilbringi and Yaga Minor. In addition, reports came in as mutinies succeeded and arrested traitorous commanders and officers that were trying to ensure the fighting continued. A handful of ships surrendered wholly without an issue. There would be a lot of paperwork to come as the judicial system worked to determine crimes, punishments, and fines of those who were arrested. A portion of whom were celebrated names among the First Order during the time of Nicademus.
When the Yuuzhan Vong knelt before the Emperor, Octavian had his eyes closed as he used the Force to coerce and pacify enemies that were confused and unsure of what to do. No longer did the Imperial sense the dark presence among the fleet. They likely went down with the once proud vessel of the Empire, destroyed by the ramming of his own late flagship. Utilizing Battle Meditation, those vessels that were uncertain were brought to the ideals of surrendering without an issue... but it was taxing. So, when 'Nem Yin' came to speak, it gave a chance for the Emperor to pause and refocus on other things. His eyes looked at the knelt First Prefect.
Based on what limited Intelligence assets I have at my disposal, I have made the same conclusion. The Ren fleet hasn't been spotted at Kuat, Rendili, Balmorra, or any other world in the Core. Their large dreadnought absent from other sectors. I suspected they fell back to preserve their numbers in the Deep Core, their home advantage for many years now.
Only one way down into that region and that was an assault upon every world towards Prakith, starting with Foerost and onto Empress Teta. This conflict may have been ended on one front, but an even bloodier one was surely to occur in due course. Rest and repairs would need to be done however. The additional ships that Rendrake brought would be helpful, not to mention serviceable ships of his late uncle's naval assets.
It is good to have confirmation of this though. It means we won't have to go across the Empire, searching. They are focused in one area... playing the cornered wolf and hoping to bite off as much as they can. I suspected your agents and yourself worked hard to confirm this. My father had spoken highly of your abilities as a spy.
Octavian leans back in his chair, touching his forehead with his palm as the Emperor deeply sighed. This long battle was finally over, the one for Coruscant at least.
I noticed a station which reports say was loaded with Baradium missiles fell onto the world. I can take it that your agents were the ones that achieved this?
A good hole was in the cityscape now, but at least they weren't being utilized as their intended purpose.
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