Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 29, 2023 4:42:31 GMT -8
As all hell broke loose across the solar system, Nem and his faithful chazrach manservant Scab had a front row seat. The Intendant leaned forwards in his cognition throne, thrusting his tentacle wrapped arms forwards as he operated the reflex controls, putting his stealth Sekotan personal starship into an accelerated dive as great gouts of turbolaser fire erupted from the cannons of either side. "Hang on to your seat, Scab." Said the Executor with his teeth grit behind his hissing rebreather. "This is where things get dicey." Using the Starbiscuit's dovin basals to create singularities to swallow up incoming fire would create too great a gravimetric signature, thus nullifying the cloaking shadow Mira had shaped into the living ship. That meant he would have to rely almost entirely on his maneuverability. Fortunately if there was one thing Sekotan vessels were known for, it was speed. Blinking away tactical information symbiotically broadcast across his vision, the enigmatic leader of Domain Yin pushed the organoform circuits to their limit, mentally willing the sleek black coufee of a ship to its maximum acceleration. Nearing the massive dark metallic slab of the Thanatos, he saw through the Starbiscuit's ocular sensors that the large protruding cannons mounted on its hull were beginning to glow a blistering red."By the Yun'o!" Exclaimed the atheistic Yuuzhan Vong in an unusual display of piety, jerking the controls again to send the nimble organic infiltrator into a sideways spin as the Mandator V's autocannons announced themselves with what felt like the full fury of the gods. Nem had to disconnect his senses from the Starbiscuit's ocular array to avoid be blinded by the intense light from those fired lances of energy, so potent they seemed as though they could crack the spiral arms off a Koros-Strohna. He blinked the starlight from his eyes and reconnected his mind to the ship, easing the Sekotan stealth ship out of its spin as he approached the Thanatos from the underside. He looked over his shoulder at Scab, whose time weathered scales were shaking in its seat. The Intendant extracted his right hand from the reflex tentacle and reached over to grab the chazrach by the shoulder, taking a moment to console it. "Hey, hey. It's okay. That scared me too." He released the reptoid, who seemed slightly if not fully reassured by its master's presence. Nem eyed the nearing dreadnought wearily. "I had heard the First Order's auto-cannon technology was powerful, but I chalked it up as mostly propaganda." He let out a steaming breath through his gnullith. "They weren't exaggerating."It was at that moment that the Yuuzhan Vong reserve elements arrived in the system, rapidly streaking across the starline as they emerged from darkspace. Originally intending to arrive right on Ralltiir's doorstep, the saucer shaped A-vek liluunu fighter carriers came up short as their approach was arrested by the Prohibidor's expanded interdiction field. The warrior caste crews of those ships were rattled as their coral capital craft groaned under the strain of the early translation to realspace, causing some of the spindly yorik-et carrying branches to snap off from the main body. Both carriers immediately began to disgorge their complement of coralskippers, unleashing hundreds of the organic snubfighters into the cold void, entering the chaotic interstellar skirmish. Chaos Nem had wanted, and chaos was what he got. Neither fighter carrier was equipped with a yammosk, meaning each one of those pilots was on their own, an uncoordinated smorgasbord of gravitational singularities and projected super heated rocks. Just as they had during the events of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion of the galaxy, many of the warrior caste pilots attempted to kamikaze themselves into the enemy ships. Their death chants fell on the ears of their enemy as nothing more than silence, as the villips they used to communicate with operated via telepathy, their voices as quiet as the void itself.But for Nem, whose Sekotan starship was equipped with a villip-choir...he heard everything. Was he doing the right thing? Scab stared at the Executor with concern in its cataract crusted eyes, slowly reaching towards the villip-choir, intent on putting it to sleep. "No." Nem stopped him, giving his head a shake as he released a slow sorrowful breath, then refocused on the task at hand. "Let it play. I want to hear. I...I need to hear this."
Spare them no pain. Make them cry out in regret for their actions as you take from their their lives as penance for their foolishness. Pain..." Hissed Alith, still disguised as Nem Yin. ...is our specialty. Good hunting, Grand Admiral. First Prefect out. Switching off the oggzil attachment that allowed the Carcharodon's villip choir to interface with infidel communications technology, Alith began issuing orders to the bridge crew of the miid ro'ik warship, while Prefect Ur Skell assisted from the tactical display to coordinate the rest of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet. Molten rock bubbled from the mouths of the prow mounted yaret-kor, what the infidels referred to as lava cannons, of the advanced scout ships as they pushed forwards from the systems edge towards the enemy fleet between them and the bluish cloudy orb behind it. The lobster shaped yorik-vec worked in tandem, manipulating their dovin basal arrays to move the nickel dense meteorites that had brought with them from the rogue moon around Taris, angling them on potential collision courses with the approaching capital ships as they began to pick up momentum."Get us into the fight!" Snarled Alith from the command pulpit. "Our carriers out there are beyond the effective range of our war coordinator. If we can get closer, we might be able to turn the tide of this battle in our favour. Besides..." He patted the coral railing in front of him, displaying affection for the living ship he occupied. "...the Carcharodon's qworlth skall is hungry."He glowing eyes were wide and feral as he faced the viewspider, watching as his warship's dovin basals began to swallow incoming laser bolts and lances of turbolaser fire.
"That's our in." Nem pointed towards a maintenance docking port on the ventral stern of the Thanatos. He eased back on the Starbiscuit's throttle, slowing considerably as he tried to align the Sekotan starship's hatch-sphincter with the sealed airlock. "Nice and easy." He sent a signal through the living ship's bio-circuits, arousing the arrest tentacles from its underside, extending the malleable suctioning limbs towards the armoured enemy hull.
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Oct 31, 2023 7:43:23 GMT -8
--In the end, neither side had expected a peaceful resolution, despite the hope. While the Ren might not have anticipated the fleet's arrival and weren't at battle stations, they were quick to establish themselves in the duration of the short exchange. It was but a few moments after his fleet unleashed its barrage that the Ren returned the expression in kind. The Battle of Ralltiir had now begun.
Though the channel had been cut off, Lucius couldn't help but scoff at the final comments. Follow a dead man? He certainly had no concerns of Palpatine, even if the Diarchy existed more in line with the Empire that once existed under his rule. He served the order that existed in that moment and the ones who led it. It didn't matter if it followed his doctrine. Most of any order or government followed a doctrine or ideology that came before. And when it came to Nicademus, it was another matter entirely. It had only been a year since his passing, leaving very few to not have been present within his rule. Though Octavian had taken the throne, the weight of his father's successes and advances would be felt prominently for years to come as the new Emperor slowly took full hold of the legacy left to him. Still, he followed the Emperor, though the respect for the former one still garnered great respect.
Then the matter of their family. It was quite the claim she made not being Nicademus's child, and even more, say Octavian wasn't. There was no proof to the claim. For all any knew, it was but hot air hoping to shake any foundations of loyalty. Then again, it could have been true, be it in part or full. But none of the possibilities shook Lucius. He knew that heritage was more than blood and more than a name. Even if they weren't his children by blood, he raised them as such, granted them his name, and set before them a legacy they could follow. If blood meant more for Fiora, then that was her choices. But one never needed to be bound to blood to take on the legacy that found within, even one that clashed with it. Many others wouldn't share his feelings though. There was a high chance she would use it as propaganda in some form down the road to weaken his authority and bring others under her, or to convince them to join the loyalists. He only hoped they could move forward without that inconvenience. And should Octavian discover that reality and it prove true, Lucius would follow whatever path the young Emperor chose, even if he stepped down.
But for now, the only concern was war.
Already could he feel the heavy barrages coming in around them. The shot that were locked on to them had missed his ship, the energy sideswiping his shields as a coupler smaller ships next to him was taken down. Alarms sounded as the shields lost a chunk of power from that near miss alone. With fully charged shields, he suspected they'd last two shots, maybe three if they were lucky. A few more ships fell to the second pair beneath the vessel.
The channel to the fleet open, he began issuing commands.--
All, ships, break formation. Get above the central axis of the Mandator to get out of range of the those guns. Split and circle around and flank from the sides. Use their own vessels as shields. Let's see what they are willing to do to bring us down. Starfighters scramble and keep the field clean. Yukinko, Thalaos, and Perykos, focus main weapons on the auto cannons. Shut them down.
--With the Emperor utilizing the Bellator, Lucius's fleet lacked the size and firepower to match something of this scale. Though such a foe wasn't anticipated, Lucius had made a few requests in hopes to have something of his own to intimidate and bring the enemy to fall in quick succession. Behind him the Yukinko, A Xyston-class Star Destroyer and the Thalaos, and Perykos, twin Onager-class Star Destroyers both armed with Orbital Bombardment Particle Cannons began to fire their weapons at the target, one Onager focused on a cannon each while the Xyston focused on the left one first. This power had been intended to use more as orbital strikes to quickly eliminate enemy positions and bases in a quick attack. It allowed them to not focus on a wider turbolaser barrage, but also keep them from having to scramble ground forces if necessary. It was the best chance to render the Mandator's main weapons inert, if only for a time. They were much bigger than anything her sported.
More orders then followed suit.--
Razgriz Squadron, use your Silencers and get above the battlefield. Your stealth generators will keep you off radar. Fly overhead and find your openings to attack the main cannons with your concussion missiles.
Understood, Grand Admiral. Deploying and scouting from above the battle, over
--With the Obsidian Sentiel Patrol Fleet fighting as well, it gave Lucius access to Razgriz Squadron and their fighter squadron of Force-sensitive pilots. They had proven themselves in the eyes of Lucius and he knew such a role worked well into their strengths.
Finally, the orders to his own crew.--
Kingsword, take us up and forward. Swerve from one side to the other, give them a harder time targeting us. If we can lessen the impact by even a fifth, we'll be better off. I want over those cannons and closer to the bridge.
--Vox then spoke up.--
"Are you sure about that, sir? Even without the auto cannons, that's a lot of firepower.
"We can. Get those shields back up to full and get us close. We'll be able to handle those dorsal defenses fine once we clear the cannons."
--Vox nodded as all ships worked to eliminate as much of the cannon threat as possible.-- |
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Nov 5, 2023 23:00:23 GMT -8
As the battle joined properly, Aniquilador-class Battlecruisers and Pacificador-class Battlecarriers littered throughout the web like formation the Ren had over Ralltiir began pushing out to raise the risk factor. Several started to roll to the side, presenting more of their upper face for trargetting, but allowing them to better broadside with more guns. Cazador-class Star Destroyers were also making their presence known as a pair of them pushed up from the formation to engage the Xyston-class Star Destroyer and the pair of Onager-class Star Destroyers along with Kingsword. Starfighters continued to stream out of the Cargador-class Carriers as pilots were being raised and rushed to ready stations and launching into the fray.
As the quartet of capital ships focusing their efforts upon the Thanatos started to move up and closer in, Grand Admiral Harend smirked. The pair of Prow Auto-Cannons started to rotate on their central axis, tracking the smaller Siege vessels as they sought to try get above the Thanatos in a hope that the guns would not be able to target them up there. The gunner crews waited until the cannons had recharged, a task achieved by the time their current targets had reached their zenith, before firing off two shots each. Assuming the shots missed and the Opposing Siege vessels stilled fired, power had been getting diverted to the thrusters, which would fire to shunt the Mandator V backward and cause the opposing vessels to miss their targets and the beams to graze past the shields.
Upon the bridge, one of the shield techs turned to the command area
It might be nothing, but the system reported an anomaly in sector delta-five. Shield strength in that area is currently reporting full power...
An Interloper perhaps?
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Nov 5, 2023 23:19:19 GMT -8
Harnan pulled up a holographic representation of the Thanatos and focused it upon the area the Shield Technician had mentioned. D5 was along the ships belly, just behind the pair of Auto-Cannons. Perfect for a sabotage mission if someone sought to access the guns themselves, but also good for an infiltration since it was something of a blind spot for physical sighting. He copied the location data to his helmet which began mapping out a path to his destination
Lock the block down. Anyone in the area will not leave until I've conduct a sweep and personally verified them. It will likely be nothing, but... One can never be too sure. Focus on the battle out there.
Grand Admiral Harend gave a curt nod, whilst Fiora seemed about to protest,but gave a slightly nod of her head in acceptance
I won't be long. You've got this situation in hand...
He turned from the console then and headed off the bridge to begin his path through the twisting and turning corridors of the Thanatos and down several Turbolifts to the belly of the beast. As he arrived to a locked airlock leading into block Delta-five, he slid his shield from his back and attached it to his forearm before unslinging his Saber-Spear. The blade tip remained unlit as he passed through the airlock and the door was locked once more. His search then began. It could have just been a system glitch, in which case he'd get everyone cleared and back to work.c Otherwise he would find their intruder/s and deal with them
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Nov 9, 2023 7:27:28 GMT -8
--As they pressed in closer to the Mandator, Lucius watched as Aniquiladors and Pacificadors moved into the fleet that had spit off to flak the massive vessel. The former was possibly the strongest vessel that the Diarchy created and the other was no slouch either, especially considering its speed and ion weaponry. This battle would be hard won against such odds, but it wasn't one that would be given up so easily. As the a few of the Aniquiladors began tilting themselves to allow for the full force of the dorsal weapons. It meant a heavy barrage for sure, but it also allowed Lucius's ships to throw everything they had against them, ensuring the most damage. But the battle did force a stand still, leaving Lucius to push forward on his own.
Having gotten themselves above the Mandator as did the others, the Ventral autocannons was no longer a factor for the moment. It would, however, allow for more power to be directed towards the prow guns, guns that Lucius expected a steep angle could be achieved. They had to get over them. And now with Cazadors coming up to meet them, it was only getting harder. But, if played right, two options laid before him. If they could use the enemy ships as shields, they could stop the autocannons for a time. Or, the cannons would still fire and possibly take out their allies in attempt to bring the Grand Admiral down. That would show just how much the "Empress" valued her allies. That or all were willing to go to such extremes for victory.
For the most part it was a dance of failed shots between them, always just missing as they grew closer. But the closer they got, the harder it was to get out of the way. Lucius could only hope that with only two cannons and four ships dancing around, locking down targets would get harder. Feeling they were close enough, he gave new orders.--
"Focus all turbolasers upon the the bridge of the Mandator. All Ion cannons, focus the cannons. We need to disrupt their power, either to shut the cannons down or disrupt their shields enough to get a good hit from our siege weapons. Send out the Tormentas. Full speed assault. Low pass. Follow up with Marillos ad Fortalzas. All other fighters, clear a path."
--Nearly all the fighters crafted by the Diarchy were of superior design, giving them all some of the best capabilities one could expect from balanced vessels. In waves did the bombers and missile boats run across the surface of the Mandator, unleashing proton torpedoes, ion missiles, and proton bombs.
Above the battle, Razgriz Squadron flew as ordered. Stealth generators active and their hulls as black as pitch allowed the five Silencers to remain undetected. Coming just above the Mandator, the time to strike was now. Instantly, all five fighters dove down seamlessly in a straight line pattern. All members of the squadron were Force-sensitives who had elected to continue serving as Navy pilots over joining the Force orders, though they had been given some training. Skill and power wise, they weren't much more capable than a low level apprentice. But the part that mattered, the whole reason for the stealth unit was the Force Melding. Relying on the Force to guide them and connected to each other, there were no need for words. All knew each others thoughts. It allowed them to fly together in a way that appeared far too smooth. And they came now, diving at full throttle at the left gun. It would be hard to notice them, and targeting would be almost impossible as they grew closer and closer. Suddenly, they broke apart at the same time, Xoia staying in her spot as a vessel moved above, below, and on each side of her. Missile bays were open as they did so. It was but a moment later that they fired, being almost directly on top of the autocannon. The impacts came as ten missiles met their mark, all the ships passing through the blaze.
Emerging on the other side, they quickly pulled up and hugged the bottom of the ship, getting as close to the shields as was possible as they lined up once more and flew towards the left ventral gun. If they had noticed the cause of the attack and turned to focus on the fighters, trying to fire the cannons with them hugging the ship would only force damage upon the Mandator. Almost on top the second pair of guns, the five ships spread outward, another ten missiles firing at the base that connected it to the ship. Passing through, they worked to get above the battle once more before any took notice.
As the battle continued, Captain Voz continued to relay the battle and all information he could, hoping that the Emperor and his team were aware of the new threat as they had yet to receive any confirmation past the first transmission.--
The battle has begun with the Ren fleet. Fiora Ren has claimed herself the rightful Empress with Octavian being a failure. Any who refuse her rule are labeled as traitors. Aside from the Mandator V, the Ren forces are made of of entirely Diarchy ships with more than few Cazadors and Aniquiladors as well as Cargadors. These are the strongest vessels along with the greatest carrying capacity. The Kingsword and the siege ships are currently closing in and trying to bring down the Mandator while the rest of our fleet draws the rest of the enemy's attention. So far, we are holding own own and making progress.
--As if to spite those words, a blast from one of the autocannons impacted one of the Onagers, the one focusing on the right, tearing away the front of the ships. Nearly dead in the water, the commander of the vessel, used what fading power remained to push the ship forward, hoping for the chance to ram the Mandator, though he expect a second shot would catch them first.-- |
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 13, 2023 9:18:12 GMT -8
Moments Before Boarding "I'm sorry, Scab, but you need to stay here." Hissed Nem's hoarse whisper of a voice through the gill slits of his gnullith rebreather as he readied himself for war. The Intendant had already donned his signature attire, a skin tight living organism specifically tailored for the Executor and enhanced by the most prestigious bioengineer of the modern age, Master Shaper Mira Yim. The form fitting garment connected to the Yuuzhan Vong by inserting tiny cilia into the pores of his skin, symbiotically binding the two unique lifeforms into one, more akin to a second layer of flesh than an actual piece of clothing. Though it lacked the sheer defensive capabilities of a suit of vonduun skerr kyrric, the cloaker was designed to operate in an atmosphere-less environment such as the harsh vacuum of space, and its surface mimicked the ambient temperature of its surroundings. It had one more ability, something only Mira and her brilliant mind were able to replicate by rehashing the biomancy of shapers of the past, a final gift before the two had parted ways forever. The cloaker was covered in a symbiotic layer of photosensitive bacteria which rendered its wearer invisible by reacting to their surroundings and wrapping them in an almost flawless image of the background against which they were moving. Still visible in its relaxed state, the Intendant appeared more freakish apparition of the deep starless interstellar void, a sinuous ghoul born of shadow and covered in jet black ink.Scab said nothing as Nem drew his pair of tsaisi from the weapons rack, Beater & Biter as he affectionately referred to them, coiling them around his arms to join his personal armament, which included a myriad of nang hul adhered to his chest and a plasma eel wrapped around his waist. Unfortunately for the Intendant, his relationship with the chazrach was so intimate after so many years of long service, that it didn't have to say anything. It was those eyes, those damn pleadingly sad eyes that instantly eroded the ruthless wall of cold stone he constructed around his guilt stricken soul. Against his better judgement, he turned and locked eyes with the reptilian cripple, resting a hard hand with calcified knuckles on the creature's scaly shoulder. "You'll only slow me down." He admitted cruelly, but honestly, before continuing. "Besides, I work better alone." Releasing Scab, Nem grabbed his personal coufee from the bio-locked armament alcove and sheathed it on his hip for good measure before approaching the hatch-sphincter separating the oqa membrane that served as a cofferdam between the Star Biscuit and the Mandator.It had taken some creative manipulation of the dovin basals to form the temporary gap in the massive metallic war hulk's shields to allow them to dock, he couldn't waste this opportunity. They wouldn't get lucky twice.Upon reaching the hatch, Nem took one last look over his shoulder, already fortifying his emotional core with a bulwark of tactical analysis layered within schemes of his own. "Once I'm inside get the ship clear of this overgrown rakamat of ruin and steel. The biggest ships always make for the best targets and you don't want to be caught in the crossfire. But don't go too far. Something tells me I may need a pickup before this battle is through. Now, wish me luck." Scab remained as mute as ever, but those sad eyes continued to speak volumes. "You too." Bringing two spindly fingers to his brow ridges, the Intendant offered his manservant a playful mock salute, then activated the stealth reflex of his cloaker. As light bent around him, Nem vanished from sight, disappearing into nothing more than a puff of breath on the wind. The hatch-sphincter dilated, then closed a moment later.
"We're losing yorik-et faster than I can count, Alith." Warned Ur Skell from across the bridge as he monitored the enfolding battle from the luminous blaze-bug display in front of him. Lines of concern had already wormed their way into the tightly stretched skin of the Prefect's face. "We're not exactly the invasion force we once were. This fleet the Yu'shaa put together was built for speed, not space siege-craft.""I know." The youngest member of Domain Yin growled bitterly, biting his lip as his mqaaq'it leered at the image on the Carcharodon's main viewspider. The saucer shaped A-vek liluunu carriers were quickly getting picked apart as expected, fire erupted across their surface as coral chunks were hewn from their hull like climbing spikes into an ice-cliff. The advanced scout ships had just entered effective weapons range and began to open up with their steaming yaret-kor, belching streams of super-heated magma and smoking rock across the void to make their presence keenly felt, even if they were nothing more than bissop nipping at the heels of a much larger herd of tank beasts. Conventionally all they could do was support the Grand Admiral's fleet, effectively filling the role of cannon fodder, their offensive capabilities more pest than predator. He stroked the bony nubs of his chin ridges as he sat down in his cognition throne, his nervous system quickly flooding his a wave of new sensations. Maybe there was something to that. Alith grinned. "Order the fleet to initiate play Flitnat-7.""You're sure?" Alith leaned forwards, intertwining his fingers beneath his chin as he rested his elbows on the arms of his throne. "Oh yes." While the Yuuzhan Vong fleet hadn't brought quite as many large capital ships as the Ren or allied forces to this battle, they had brought a greater number of support sized vessels, those being the lobster shaped Yorik-vec. Each of which was equipped with the metallic spine of an oggzil attachment that allowed the organic vessels telepathic villip-choirs to interact with infidel communication channels, able to broadcast on the same electronic frequencies they used. The metal spine of every single oggzil in the fleet crackled with electrical current, lighting up like an space-bound tesla field as they began to transmit on every available channel, filling the radio waves with the same message on repeat, over and over again. Not just every channel either, but tight-beam hails made specifically to every enemy ship in range, spamming the air-waves as much as possible.This is Executor Nem Yin of the Praetorite Vong. Surrender infidels, or die. This is... ...Nem Yin... This... ...is Nem... Surrender... Sur... ...or die. Surrender, or die. This is... ...Executor Nem Yin... ...the Praetorite... ...Surrender... ...ite Vong. Surrender......or die. The message was even broadcast by the Carchorodon as its dovin basal arrays pulled it towards the battle, screened by a lockstep formation of coral-skippers controlled by the Yammosk in the miid ro'ik warship's belly. In the bow, the worm like Qworlth skaal clenched and unclenched its armour puncturing teeth in hungry anticipation.
He turned from the console then and headed off the bridge to begin his path through the twisting and turning corridors of the Thanatos and down several Turbolifts to the belly of the beast. As he arrived to a locked airlock leading into block Delta-five, he slid his shield from his back and attached it to his forearm before unslinging his Saber-Spear. The blade tip remained unlit as he passed through the airlock and the door was locked once more. His search then began. It could have just been a system glitch, in which case he'd get everyone cleared and back to work.c Otherwise he would find their intruder/s and deal with them "Harnan, Master of the Ren. The voxyn's head." The voice was more hissed than vocalized, whisper thin yet clear and unmistakably in basic. Spoken from a place of concealment. "I remember you from the coronation." This time the voice came from an intersecting corridor further ahead and to the right. "Those oaths of loyalty don't last long, do they?" The same voice, this time projected from the left. "No judgement. This war has made traitors of us all. Speaking of which..." Above? Behind? Uncertain. Then, much further down the hall where the lights spazzed and stuttered as though in some sort of aortic convulsion, there was a flicker of movement, as though the skin of reality stretched and distorted by something invisible."...Baltasar sends his regards." |
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Nov 15, 2023 15:08:32 GMT -8
Harnan made a mental note to have the electronics checked when he entered the area that had been inflicted by the biots. Once they figured out what the cause was, a bio cleanse would be ordered. But any thought on the matter was set aside for the moment as he heard a somewhat familiar voice echoing along the hallway. He came to a stop and kept his shield close to his chest. He reached out with the Force for any close by signatures, but something told him he wouldn't find any. Instead, he started turning his focus upon locating the direction and source of the voice
My Oath of loyalty was to the Throne, not to any specific person that sat upon it...
Finally the source of the voice made itself known, with Harnan shifting into a defensive stance. The shield kept between himself and the end of the hallway, whilst his saber tipped spear pointed outwards
It's only treason if you're on the losing side, Yuuzhan Vong. And choosing Baltasar is choosing the losing side. Come, show me what you've got!
Harnan couldn't help but wonder if Nem Yin had chosen to side with Baltasar, or if this was some other ploy intended to try goad him into an attack. Or perhaps the Yuuzhan Vong was merely testing to see what Harnan knew
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Nov 15, 2023 15:44:26 GMT -8
Point-defence cannons across the Mandator V and several nearby ships were rapidly firing into the starfighter ranks as they made their runs down. The Ren's own interceptors and superiority fighters ready and charging in once the bombers managed to get through the screen of laser fire. The shields took the heat of the bombs, each impact slowly but steadily draining the system of its effectiveness. Something that was escalated further by the duel between the prow auto cannons and the Siege vessels of Lucius trading fire. With the distance between them closing, soon a new tactic would need to be applied. The rest of the fleet did their best to keep the Yuuzhan Vong and much of Lucius' fleet busy, while shots were fired out from the belly of the Thanatos into the ships unfortunate enough to find themselves within range
Grand Admiral, do not go easy upon them. They have chosen their side... I shall now do my part...
By your command, Your Highness!
Fiora gave a nod in return to the Grand Admiral's salute, before heading off the bridge itself and through the twisting and turning corridors of the bridge structure to the Throne Room located one floor below. The room shared a lot of similarities to many such spaces upon command ships such as the Mandator V. But in the days since its acquisition by the Ren, Fiora and Neith had made some adjustments to the space. The pair together had created a Meditation Chamber around the Throne itself, which Fiora ascended to and sat down. The doors closed and locked out any intrusion with the Tribune Guard taking up positions outside the room.
She remembered the first time she had sat the Throne of Empress Teta and the apprehension she had felt. But no such feeling was present now. She'd long come to terms with the position she held and felt a sense of focus as she took her seat. She still remembered how it had been to lounge upon the Throne on Coruscant and the discomfort it had caused. Purposefully so, Octavian had stated. A leader should not grow comfortable upon their Throne and should be proactive.
She closed her eyes as the lighting within the room dimmed, allowing Fiora to call upon the Force as she dipped into a meditative state. Almost immediately she could feel Neith doing the same upon her own flagship before the pair of Ren acted without a great deal of discussion. They reached out and touched the minds of their own forces, focusing them upon their tasks and targets, whilst simultaneously working to sow a sense of discord and dread within the ranks of their opponents. The latter was less of a requirement, so the effectiveness of it would be wildly varied, with their Force Users least affected by it. But any amount of advantage would be worth the effort.
Even as the radios went down, the pair of Ren women were able to keep their forces on mission, with nearby Rastreador-class Pursuit Frigates and Vencedor-class Star Destroyers working to focus upon quietening the Yuuzhan Vong
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Atash S. Torkan
The Solenbaran Diarchy
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Post by Atash S. Torkan on Nov 16, 2023 12:06:25 GMT -8
A large ship erupted out the hyperspace as the battle unfolded. It was a gigantic wedge, its fearsome mass and design apparent for all that behold it. The ship was formidable and it was covered on deep red markings, elaborate and precise, extending even to the cityscape that formed most part of the ship triangular surface. On both wings of the superstructure there were emblazoned twin resplendent Imperial-like sigils, like red suns on splendor. A man, clad in pure white -with a uniform of clean Imperial lines and a singular badge over the ample chest-, stood on the bridge, surrounded by technicians, officers and assistants. He beheld the engagement unfolding before his eyes with calm. Hair combed back and clean shaven, he was attractive, and his manners were carefully design to project power an authority.
“Sire. Awaiting orders”
“Engage Lady Delvardus’ Mandator. Send fighters to support the Vong against their foes”
As it entered the battlefield the large ship vomited Starfighters, in great number. Some flew in geometric patterns, too perfect to be done by organic pilots; their craft was very nimble, very aggressive and fast. Within the patterns drawn by droid pilots were the actual organics, flying crafts of good manufacture, of TIE lines, but not those usually made by the First Order. Leading them there was a squadron flying in imposing unison, the hulls entirely red. The ships left the bigger craft in pre-ordained flight stances and patterns while the destroyer engaged sublight engines –that fearsome cluster that so defined its sleek profile- and lighted up its weapons, launching a full array of fearsome power. The turbolasers targeted Ren’s flagship, seeking to hammer its shields and penetrate its defenses, while the Starfighter squadrons sought their enemy counterparts, seeking to relieve the pressure on the organic-matter flagship, assailed by the relentless assault of the Would-Be-Empress’ forces.
“Send my regards to the First Order’s commanding officer: I do believe he is an acquaintance of mine, if our intelligence delivered trustful data. Conclude the message with a proverbial hail to the emperor Octavian”
Torkan contemplated the holographic shapes hovering over the tactical display he had before him, with the displays lighting up and showing an array of incoming data provided by the ship’s powerful scans. Shapes blinked as they disappeared, engulfed on fire, and minimal losses were already shown. The High Moff moved around the table, while black-and-red aides moved around, relying orders and reports. The once-Diarch leaned on the border of the display, hands clad in well-tailored gloves.
“Command to Lord Tunfass: assail their hunting ships. These are Diarchy designs, you know their weaker points. Relieve pressure on that flank while our flagship deals with theirs”
The bridge, despite the underlying tension, remained calm. Not a voice was raised above another, and the crew worked in unison, like a well-oiled machinery. Most men and alien there gathered were veteran by any standards, some having served even under Torkan when he was a deputy director in the IBS and fought the Corporate Sector Authority to its knees. Men and women, alien and Human both, that he could, indeed trust.
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Nov 16, 2023 18:36:53 GMT -8
Harnan made a mental note to have the electronics checked when he entered the area that had been inflicted by the biots. Once they figured out what the cause was, a bio cleanse would be ordered. But any thought on the matter was set aside for the moment as he heard a somewhat familiar voice echoing along the hallway. He came to a stop and kept his shield close to his chest. He reached out with the Force for any close by signatures, but something told him he wouldn't find any. Instead, he started turning his focus upon locating the direction and source of the voiceMy Oath of loyalty was to the Throne, not to any specific person that sat upon it...Finally the source of the voice made itself known, with Harnan shifting into a defensive stance. The shield kept between himself and the end of the hallway, whilst his saber tipped spear pointed outwardsIt's only treason if you're on the losing side, Yuuzhan Vong. And choosing Baltasar is choosing the losing side. Come, show me what you've got!Harnan couldn't help but wonder if Nem Yin had chosen to side with Baltasar, or if this was some other ploy intended to try goad him into an attack. Or perhaps the Yuuzhan Vong was merely testing to see what Harnan knew Again, the course whisper of Nem's voice like sand grains through a funnel, came from the corridor to the left. "I expect that confrontation to be bloody. Whatever the outcome of the battle, I'll be well positioned to take advantage of the victor, the First Order will never have been weaker, and the path to the Core will be clear for my people." Another shifting movement from the end of the hall, like water on glass, yet Nem's voice came from the corridor to the right. "I was beginning to grow impatient. Nicademus took much longer to expire than I expected. But the subtle phage has long been the signature of Domain Yin, I knew it was only a matter of time, and waste away he did. After that it took little manipulation on my part to motivate you jackals to pick apart the kingdom he had built before his bones had even grown cold." "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" That laughter was sharp and grating, mirthful and cruel. "I couldn't have done it without you, Harnan. You have my thanks. Sadly the only reward I can offer for your aid is a quick death. Now, I have a message to deliver to your daughter, and I feel it will be best received...carved into your corpse!"Halfway up the hall, the grated vent covering of an air duct smashed open as a sinuous black form dropped to the deck, fluid as an oil slick that erupted into the lithe and menacing form of the Intendant, Nem of Domain Yin. His cloaker padded feat didn't so much as make a sound as they struck the deck, nor did the rapid motion of his body as he flung his right hand forwards towards the Master of the Ren at the other end of the hall, releasing the snap-bug he held in his hand as his arm reached its full extension. Even as it left his palm and buzzed through the air towards Harnan's center mass, the agile Executor was already bringing his left arm around, hurling a second nang-hul on the heels of the first. The second buzzing biot had a chitinous shell with a mono-molecular edge, a blue tinged razor bug, thrown a little higher than the first. This one was aimed for Harnan's helmeted head.
Alith averted his cobalt blue mqaaq'it to shield them from the eruption of light as the Thanatos' gargantuan cannons ripped apart the two saucer shaped coral craft carriers closet to it, cracking the rockface as molten veins stretched across the yorik coral hulls before either ship exploded in a fiery blast that filled the void with glowing orange debris. Just as well, most of the fighters launched from the carriers were already clogging the space lanes with their smoking corpses. He was about to give the order for the Carcharodon to come about when a massive wedge sliced across the field as it decelerated from lightspeed, pouring its own fighter craft into the mix.Reinforcements! "Hard to port and prepare yaret-kor for a broadside volley on the closest of those smaller destroyers! Keep our dovin basal array focused on void singularities." Meanwhile, the smaller yorik-vec engaged the pursuit frigates, coordinating attacks on the larger frigates like a bissop pack tearing apart a quednak. The miid ro'iks heavy lava cannons sent fiery molten streams across the stretch of space, lighting up the void. It was a hard slog so far, and it was only getting started. |
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
"Would you like a lesson in the rules of war?"
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Nov 18, 2023 9:39:18 GMT -8
--Closer and closer did Lucius's advancing force come to the Mandator, bringing them closer to safety while at the same time, closer to oblivion. A threshold that was the peak of an engagement, the place where advantage and disadvantage could flip in an instant. Yet, his team rested on the latter. The most they could still do was pelt the massive vessel with normal fire in hopes to bring down the shields or render the autocannons inert. He did have his own siege weapons, sure, but the advantage was not yet his. He had lost an Onager, one that had attempted to use its flaming husk as a battering ram. However, despite being close, it wasn't close enough before a second shot was charged and fired, only allowing small debris to batter the monster's shields. The second Onager had since diverted its attention from the autocannons, looking to hit the bridge as it launched a pair of shots towards it. Unlike the Mandator, the ship had to face its target. And with trying to dodge each blast, at this range, it was an impossibility that would only spell its demise. At least while preparing a shot, it could move itself out of a blast before firing again. The Xyston was able to navigate its gun, thankfully, but its size was significantly smaller, meaning it took much more just to hammer away at a single gun.
So close now. Another minute or so, they would breach its primary weapon's area. Then, he could truly bring all to bare from his ship's capabilities. Until then, they just had to hold on.
But hope was slowly waning as another shot was launched, barely missing the Kingsword and taking out the second Onager. His shields took another solid hit by this dropping his defenses again as the crews worked to bring them back, focusing what power they could in the main direction of enemy fire. The shot struck true on the other vessel, obliterating any trace of the ship aside from the remnants that rained down upon its executioner. With that, he ordered the Xyston to focus fire on the bridge. He had little doubt that a secondary, maybe even tertiary bridge existed further in, but it would still bring about a small pause for them to inflict more damage, or so he could hope.
It wasn't long though, before he felt it. That faint desire to just give up and surrender. He grunted in frustration. He knew very little of the abilities of a Force-user. However, being now in his second order that utilized them, their were some abilities he was aware of. What he expected was Battle Meditation. If the rumors were true, they could effectively boost the moral and effectiveness of their allies and diminish the same of the enemy. The battle was certainly going to take a rough turn for them.
The Grand Admiral was a man that typically refused to surrender, but he was not foolish. There would always be times when the odds were stacked so high against you that victory seemed like a distant dream. He knew better in this moment, but he wouldn't lie that this wasn't what they were expecting. The Ren had never been a factor, nor the use of the Mandator V. They had stacked their forces with some of the best ships the Diarchy had created, many that outclassed the older Imperial and even some of the First Order's vessels. And it was clear that where those following Octavian were struck with surprise and had to respond in a hurry, Fiora and the Ren and been preparing and waiting to strike. And with gravity wells of the Prohibidors active, they were trapped in the cage with the lions. They had arrived underprepared to counter such a force and victory, while obtainable, seemed hard to reach, especially with the fading drive of his men. He wasn't ready to give up yet, though he knew they needed to create a way out.
Passing along order for the fleet to target the interdictors, he then requested a channel be opened to all ships that came with him.--
My friends, soldiers and loyal men of the crown. I know that things seem difficult. I know many of you are feeling how hopeless this fight is and that perhaps you should surrender now. I'll admit that coming here, we were met with something unexpected. Be that as it may, it does not mean that we are out of the fight. We can succeed. Believe in yourselves, believe in the cause you joined us to fight for. An Empire that once thrived, torn apart by those that simply disagreed with who was raised to the throne. No discussions, no concerns brought forth so that proper talks could be discussed. Only back room betrayal as they waited for the moment the Emperor was away. No courage or honor to face him directly. Nothing more than cowardly attacks to take advantage, to destroy homes and families. To disrupt the order and peace that had been established. So I ask each of you now to hold your heads high and be proud of where you stand. We will succeed. We will win the day. Show our enemies that we will not falter and we will not give in. For the FIrst Order! For the Emperor!
--He gave what attempt he could to keep moral up. If only such words were easy to bring to pass. If anything, he would at least be at the front, bearing be greatest struggle as a symbol to those that followed.
Suddenly, he was alerted to the arrival of new ships. Dirachy in nature. Vasili's fists clenched tightly, praying these weren't Ren reinforcements. Those prayers were granted were new fire rained down upon the Mandator and the supporting fleet. A new message received, one that brought a smile to his face. With a simple motion of his head, a channel had been opened to Torkan.--
Torkan, my friend, it has been quite some time. It is well to see that you made it out of the coup with the Dirachy. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to be there to aid you and help restore order. Tis a shame that your arrival comes under similar circumstances. But your help couldn't have come at a better time. |
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Nov 21, 2023 19:07:34 GMT -8
A pair of mataloks dropped out of darkspace some distance out from Ralltiir, well out of engagement range of the expected battle.
Esthh left the examining of the empty void to his crew for any hidden surprises. He peered further into the system with the ship’s great eyes at objects too distant to see other than bright objects in a dark sky, assuming one was looking out a viewport and not buried deep in a vessel. A large vessel occupied the center of the defenses...a...Mandator if he wasnt mistaken, of some kind, though the variation on such vessels was a known issue in proper identification if one didn’t have up to date identifiers. The other ships surrounding it making the technological version of a gravity well were unknown to him and he ordered his crew to begin recording all information on all of the new vessels that they were seeing.
A pair of A-vek Iiluunu fighter carriers, or rather what was left of them, could be seen too close to the enemy position, a terrible mistake. Carriers should be kept back and allowed their coralskippers to rush into danger. A Miid ro’ik coming up as the Carcharodon was engaged with the large ship and its escorts. Communications with it seemed to be not working for some reason. Several other fleets of large vessels were attacking the Mandator as the prime target and a number of ships, all larger than his own, were already burning or turned away belching smoke and flame from their attack. His maa’its flicked across the unfamiliar ships both defending and attacking, yes...he definitely needed Nem Yin and his information, as much as he disliked it, but here he was, committed.
“Hold here while we analyze an insertion point and get an update from the Carcharadon. We don’t need to get vaped by friendly forces, if there is such a thing in this battle for us.”
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Taung H'rel
Retired High Councilor 
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Post by Taung H'rel on Nov 25, 2023 13:35:49 GMT -8
Four LightStealth-18s slide out of hyperspace, set around the planet at a 45 degree off-set from the poles well outside of the gravity well. Their crews knew their mission and turned their powerful passive sensors towards the battle area while keeping their proverbial ears open to the rest of space. On either side of the planet several light minutes out slid a pair of Raider Eye class corvettes, their mission was identical, the planet now being bracketed at arbitrary points of the three dimensional compass leaving no part of the planet unseen. The corvettes expanded their powerful sensors into a dish and brought them online and pointing them at the distant battlefield that appeared to the crew as twinkling in the dark sky around a single bright point in the sky that was the planet Ralltiir.
The crews on all these recon vessels started plotting friend from foe, movements and vectors, fleet compositions, threat analysis, expected shield strengths and other intelligence necessary to fight a battle.
They noted a pair of Yuuzhan Vong ships that seemed to be sitting out of the action, whether they were neutral or perhaps not yet committed to the fight was unknown. The only thing they knew was that a Miid Ro’ik was involved in the battle against the Empress, as the weapons traces clearly showed. The operator marked them as likely hostile and continued to work on firing solutions for Terrh Othin’s fleet, which had dropped out of hyperspace even further out, positioned to insert with a microjump to the most advantageous position when the fighting was joined.
Onboard the Tears of Kuat the man known as Admiral Terrh Othin stared at the tactical display. It seemed that the Empress had gotten quite a bit of attention in this now outright civil war. The Mandator sat in a protective web of star destroyers of various makes, and being assailed by a number of star destroyers in turn. The data feeds from the recon ships were able to identify a number of siege type star destroyers, some already wrecked, others apparently fully operational. It was quite an eclectic group of ships really, and he knew his people were recording the performance characteristics and were quickly working through threat analysis and strengths and weaknesses, which would allow him to make threat assessments and insert in the best possible place. With coming out of hyperspace so far out and with no active sensors, he had every reason to suspect that he would be able to achieve complete surprise, and using the Empress’s fleet as an anvil, his fleet would act as the hammer to smash the enemy formations. At a certain point he was afraid it would turn into a larger brawl than it already was.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 1, 2023 22:34:07 GMT -8
"Ha!" The arrogance of infidels... The voice continued, seeming to project from the visual distortion at the end of the hall. "Losing is the point. The damage you wrought to Baltasar's forces was costly, but the price of this distraction afforded him something invaluable. Time. Time to prepare for Octavian's inevitable effort to retake Coruscant."Again, the course whisper of Nem's voice like sand grains through a funnel, came from the corridor to the left. "I expect that confrontation to be bloody. Whatever the outcome of the battle, I'll be well positioned to take advantage of the victor, the First Order will never have been weaker, and the path to the Core will be clear for my people." Another shifting movement from the end of the hall, like water on glass, yet Nem's voice came from the corridor to the right. "I was beginning to grow impatient. Nicademus took much longer to expire than I expected. But the subtle phage has long been the signature of Domain Yin, I knew it was only a matter of time, and waste away he did. After that it took little manipulation on my part to motivate you jackals to pick apart the kingdom he had built before his bones had even grown cold." "Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" That laughter was sharp and grating, mirthful and cruel. "I couldn't have done it without you, Harnan. You have my thanks. Sadly the only reward I can offer for your aid is a quick death. Now, I have a message to deliver to your daughter, and I feel it will be best received...carved into your corpse!"Halfway up the hall, the grated vent covering of an air duct smashed open as a sinuous black form dropped to the deck, fluid as an oil slick that erupted into the lithe and menacing form of the Intendant, Nem of Domain Yin. His cloaker padded feat didn't so much as make a sound as they struck the deck, nor did the rapid motion of his body as he flung his right hand forwards towards the Master of the Ren at the other end of the hall, releasing the snap-bug he held in his hand as his arm reached its full extension. Even as it left his palm and buzzed through the air towards Harnan's center mass, the agile Executor was already bringing his left arm around, hurling a second nang-hul on the heels of the first. The second buzzing biot had a chitinous shell with a mono-molecular edge, a blue tinged razor bug, thrown a little higher than the first. This one was aimed for Harnan's helmeted head. |
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Fiora Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Fiora Ren on Dec 1, 2023 22:48:02 GMT -8
Thanks to the combined Battle Meditation efforts of Fiora and Neith, the Ren fleet held true to the fight and saw improvement in the coordinated attacks between the pilots of the starfighters and gun crews of the warships. Grand Admiral Harend was almost ready to feel secure in their victory, when the Super-class Star Destroyer appeared from hyperspace bearing the sigil of the now defunct Solenbaran Diarchy. With Kingsword's heavy hitters mostly dealt with, the remaining vessels were left to be dealt with by a pair of Aniquilador-class Battlecruisers
Focus all Auto-Cannons upon that ship! Take us to ramming speed!
The massive engines of the Mandator V-class Heavy Siege Dreadnought blazed to life as they pushed the behemoth across the field of battle away from the planet and straight toward the Super-class. The ships suddenly movement causing the shot fired by the Xyston's main cannon to just skim across the shields above the main bridge. The prow Auto-Cannons levelled themselves straight ahead as the four barrels produced a red glow as the cannons were charged. The pair of cannons below also charged up, ready to fire right into their foe at point blank range
FIRE!
As soon as the cannons reached full charge, the quartet of barrels upon the prow fired off a shot each as the Thanatos continued to barrel on towards its target to ram into Torkan's vessel
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Dec 2, 2023 11:11:18 GMT -8
It's almost sad you think any of this was your doing... Baltasar is not rallying his forces for some grand stand at Coruscant... AND I WILL NOT DIE HERE THIS DAY! But your attempted treachery shall be made known!Harnan turned one final time as the grate came flying off the vent. As the projectile was launched, his helmet HUD switched modes to minimise the impact of the flash bang whilst he pulled upon the currents of the Force and created a barrier. Harnan pulled his head down further behind the shield such that the second beetle skimmed over the top of the barrier and well past his head. Without waiting, he pushed down the hallway, intending to slam into Nem Yin's mass with his shield and body the man
“Hold here while we analyze an insertion point and get an update from the Carcharadon. We don’t need to get vaped by friendly forces, if there is such a thing in this battle for us.” |
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 2, 2023 23:05:32 GMT -8
Harnan turned quickly, especially so for someone of his size and bulk, following the Phantom as Nem Yin leapt around his shield side. While the Force could not be used upon his opponent, Harnan could very much use it upon himself. His muscles and sensors enhanced thanks to the flow of energy coursing through him. His shield kept between him and his foe even as the Yuuzhan Vong seemed to make a retreat. He stalked after his opponent, the bubble shield of force energy keeping the smoke and flame at bay
You'll need something a lot stronger to get through those doors...
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Nem Yin
The First Order
The dark expanse of the intergalactic void is not as empty as they would have you believe...
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Post by Nem Yin on Dec 4, 2023 6:56:09 GMT -8
He was right. Nem realized that fact as smoke and flame raced past him, briefly washing his sinuous form in an expanding cloud heat and haze. The gnullith rebreather covering the lower half of his face filtered out the worst of the acrid smoke threatening to tickle the inside of his throat, while his vacuum rated cloaker ignored the brief licks of flame, gene enhanced muscles shrugging off the residual blast wave. The plasma eel around his waist, however, ought to do the trick. It could blast a hole right through the hull if required, but now he was much to close to the door in order to utilize it without getting blown apart himself, with Harnan now placed between him and relative safety.Despite his words to the Master of the Ren, he didn't actually want to kill the human. These Imperial infidels had strange beliefs about honour and what constituted a traitor, not so different really than the warrior caste of Nem's people. But he was an intendant, a member of the bitter and uncaring Domain Yin. He lived in the grey, where honour had little meaning."So be it."  Flexing his wrists, the two tsaisi coiled around his forearms slackened and dropped into his hands, tail ends hanging towards the floor. With a thumb flick across the surface of each biot, he caused the black meter long serpents to become rigid in his grip, forming into two matching slender swords of black scale with serpent heads that hissed in his hands. Already knowing exactly where the Ren leader was from his voice and the scrape of his boots upon the deck, Nem spun without looking, raising both tsaisi and bringing the lengths of their razor thin edge down in a sweep aimed at the top of Harnan's shield. This infidel would get his fight.
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Harnan Ren
Knights of Ren
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Post by Harnan Ren on Dec 4, 2023 13:49:36 GMT -8
Right now, the threat of another Yuuzhan Vong resurgence and invasion was secondary to the threat Nem Yin posed being aboard the Thanatos. Once he was dealt with, then they could worry about adjusting their plans. Baltasar could be forced to relinquish his throne to Fiora and with much of the Empire backing her, Octavian would be forced to abdicate. But they were matters to worry about afterwards. Nem would die here or be forced off of the ship. Harnan was not going to meet his death here. Not yet
You should have crawled back to that ship of yours when you had the chance...
As the twin strike came down at him, he swung his shield up, letting it take the brunt of the attack as the blades bit into the metal. But although his shield arm was occupied, he thrusted the spear out, cutting through smoke and flame with the red spear tip, hoping to find his opponent
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Dec 6, 2023 19:07:36 GMT -8
Esthh Krazhmir acknowledged the hail.
A large monstrosity indeed, I hope that your dovin basals are well rested. We will insert ourselves into the battle above and behind the monster and dive in from the rear dorsal quarter. May luck or the Force smile upon you.
With a thought he plotted where he wanted his ships to micro jump to and the angles he wanted his ships to take when they exited at the reversion point as deep into the gravity well as they could. It would trap his ships in so far as it would fully commit them to battle, with a longer retreat. As his ship began to start orienting for the jump he took stock of the battlefield again. He didn’t believe that he was overlooking anything. The numbers were on their side, despite the damage that the monstrous ship had clearly inflicted upon the first aggressors. He thought of the irony as his ship flickered into darkspace, in this case he was attacking the turtles back, and trying to avoid the normally soft belly.
The ship shifted back into realspace, its companion just off to port. The planet was “down” and both ships turned to port eyeing the top aft of the Mandator V. The ships quickly started accelerating towards their target, rapidly approaching closer to weapons range as the pair shed coralskippers, allowing the squadrons to form up and the onboard yammosk started thrumming.
Esthh felt his connection with the beast as he seemed to float above the battlefield, feeling the ethereal feel of the yammosk maneuvering its charges like a mother creature trying to protect a brood. Six squadrons of coralskippers formed up quickly away and on either side of their charges, leading the edge to pick up any fighters that might come towards them. So far none had, but that would no doubt change, and if not, that was fine.
Distant sounds came through the hull as grutchin chambers opened and released the voracious insects towards the Mandator V, the monster would get a few bugs before feeling the molten plasma of the magma cannons.
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Spare them no pain. Make them cry out in regret for their actions as you take from their their lives as penance for their foolishness.
