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Post by Shaman Chill on Feb 25, 2013 22:25:36 GMT -8
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 7, 2013 5:57:08 GMT -8
In the singular moment the serene silence of the deep black was broken by the arrival of something most foul. A procession of warships streaked out of hyperspace, emerging from the vast corridors of lightspeed, entering the system just outside of Prakith's naturally formed gravity well. The first and foremost, as well the largest, of these vessels was the Night Lord. A Tector-class constructed at the Bilbringi yards, it's impervium prow was responsible for more than one space-born ramming fatality. Following it from the extra-dimensional realm was the Sword of Retribution and Pride of Pzob, smaller in size and stature, though often witnessed cleaning up after the Night Lord, preying on the weak and crippled wrecks it left in its wake.Aboard the lead ship, Dark Acolyte Jerec Cretin sat upon a throne of obsidian, commanding the fleet from his seat of power. Yet he wasn't the ultimate authority in the system, no not at all. For further ahead, talons locked on the steel grated floor of the command deck, was none other than the crowned prince of perversion himself. Clothed in a cloak of midnight given physical form, the black scaled saurian Sith lord was a menacing sight to behold. From his vibro-dagger tipped tail to the rows of razor sharp incisors that filled his dreadful maw. Malignant magics danced between his clawed fingers, discharging as traces of black lightning. The rest of the crew looked on in absolute terror, having just watched their lord, the embodiment of the Eye's ravenous hunger, Famine, devour a comms-man who had displeased him. Nothing remained of the crewer, save a uniform and ash.Jerec: "We have arrived, my lord. Shall we form a strategic line as we await the others?" Dragus turned, leering over his shoulder with his scaly snout, lips pulled back to reveal a fiend smitten with an insatiable lust for power and glory."No." Growled the Barabel. "Locate all major sssettlementsss and begin firing proceduresss. Ssspare nothing sssave for Andeddu'sss temple, and only then until our forcesss have sssecured the sssacred textz. I do not require sssubjugation of thiz world, only dessstruction." Each hiss elicited a puff of pestilent steam from the saurian's nostril slits. "Once the ancient textz of Andeddu are mine, I shall have the toolz I need to combat Mortale'sss necromantic abilitiesss. Then nothing, not even Death, shall ssstand in the way of my ascension. Make no missstake, my apostle, the Order and all thossse who ssserve it will one day bow before me. Az they should already..." While the Liar King's words were just for show, expressed to convince the crew of the Night Lord that this mission was of the utmost importance to their master, there was a ring of truth to them. Oh, Dragus cared little for Andeddu's dessicated corpse or the unusual abilities he was said to have mastered. Necromancy had and always would disgust him, especially having survived the Chaos incursion that had reduced the City of the Eye to rubble and had nearly destroyed the Order. But he did crave power, especially over his brothers. He had not risen to the High Council only to find absolute satisfaction in holding an equal position of authority beside others. He desired to rule alone in Palpatine's stead, ascending to the highest position imaginable beneath their black boned God, and then perhaps exceeding even him. An impossible challenge, or so he had been told, though he was not yet ready to submit. His endless hunger would never be satisfied with the status quo.In orbit, the Tector, Tapani assault frigate, and Tartan patrol cruiser all began to form up. Only the Night Lord and Retribution had weapons that could be turned on the planet, so the Pride instead began to pace between the twenty kilometer distance that separated the two capital ships, covering the rear. Turrets swiveled, locking into position before opening fire, filling the atmosphere with brilliant lances of green and red turbolaser fire.
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Post by Gabriel Solomon on May 7, 2013 13:55:00 GMT -8
Orbital Defense Station 32
Corporal Karr, a Rodian sipped a cup of caf through her small lips. Behind her a fellow stormtrooper was strapped into a gunner's chair, his helmet moved left and right, scanning the displays. Their small station was but one of the 114 Orbital Defense Satellites that floated above Prak City, the main population center and capital of Prakith. The station was armed with shields and two dual turbolaser canons and manned by Imperial Security Bureau Stormtroopers. Before Karr's comrade could pick up the hyperspace disturbances the satellite's alarms began to blare. Karr's caf shattered as it fel from her hands. She ascended her ladder to her command console, picking up her custom rodian Stormtrooper helmet as she went.
Pulling on the helmet, her large eyes saw her screens through the equally large blast shields of her helemt. They did not distort her vision, simply left it tinted. She turned off her HUD in order to view the screen more precisely. It appeared that a trio of unidentified warship had entered the heart of the system, within visual range, within targetting range. Through her comm she could hear the questioning voices of the other ISB Stormtroopers on their gun-platforms. There was no scheduled naval tour through the area and her comrades had already run ID scans and could not identify the warships as having Imperial IFF. Karr considered perhaps these were simply captains looking for the true empire, to reaffirm their loyalty and rejoin their fellows. If so, she knew what aboon three powerful warships such as these would be.
"What do we do Karr?" A muffled voice asked. Karr didn't need to look around to know it was Hahns, one of the privates under her command. He was a decent soldier and a fair gunner with the station's turbolasers. At the moment he was gripping the manual targetting sticks, lining the gun's up at the bow of the approaching Tector. "It doesn't look like they are slowing down. Should we power up shields?"
Karr had noticed the ominous approach of the warships as well and something in the pit of her stomach just didn't feel right. "Raise the shields... We'll wait till command hails them but keep a sharp eye out."
Moments later powerful static, then a powerful voice filled the open channels... "This is Commandant Dalak Maraval of the Imperial Security Bureau. Unidentified warships you have entered an Imperial quarantined sector. Your presence will be understood as a declaration of war unless you power down your systems and respond with your intentions..."
A smaller, less audible voice could be heard, no doubt an officer outside the immediate range of the comm shouted "We're being targetted sir! Their weapons are about to discharge!"
"All staions shields up! Ret----" The transmission was cut off as red and green lasers slammed into Dalak's satellite and many others. The unshielded gun emplacement's exploded in flame and twisted metal. The enemy assault knocked dozens of satellites out of commission before they finally raised their shields and began to return fire. Karr's satellite was among those that survived and with about 50% of the others began to return fire at the warships. But by this time the command structure had broken down in orbit and communication was spotty. The station's powerful shields would defend them for a time, but not much could withstand a Tector's firepower.
Karr's large eyes looked on in horror as laser blasts passed by her station and continued on to the surface below. She screamed order to return fire and hoped that the city shield had been raised. There was no warning... She thought for a moment how the warships had penetrated the gravity mines, early warning sensors and patrol ships that protected the Deep Core... There was no way, no way anyone could infiltrate the defense grids unless.... a traitor or...
Karr's thoughts were cut short as a concentrated burth from the Tector's prow canon ripped through the shields, then ripped through the metal, and then ripped through her. In an instant she was dust, her thought unfinished, the truth unknown.
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 8, 2013 6:55:30 GMT -8
Three more Star Destroyers emerged on the opposite side Prakith's natural gravity well and continued inwards towards the soon to be sacked planet.
Two Tector-Class Star Destroyers, “Chains” & “Altered” flanked one Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer “Eruption”, they targeted multiple orbital defenses and unloaded upon them with dozens and dozens of blue laced Heavy ion bolts and red Heavy turbolaser fire as a swarm of starfighters were released from the belly of the Imp Deuce, nine VT-49 Decimators and thirty-six TIE/D Defenders, they dived for the surface of Prakith, more so, towards Prak City, the group raise shields, armed missiles and charged main weapons.
Arriving behind them are three Victory II-Class Star Destroyers and four Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers, which wait on the outskirts of the natural gravity well, they charge all weapons system and hold off on shields.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 8, 2013 8:54:57 GMT -8
Outside the view port of the Night Lord's bridge, space was lit up like a Sithmas tree, speckled with explosions and deadly bolts of energized blaster gas. As the first of the orbital satellites began to return fire, impacting against the powerful Tector's shields, the bridge crew of the warship seemed to pick up their pace. An air of excitement could be felt, almost palpable as it grew thicker and more odorous. Dragus grinned, which was never a good sign, revealing rows of glinting razor sharp incisors. His Dark Acolyte and Commander of the ship, Jerec Cretin, addressed him directly.
Jerec: "My lord, the planet's defenses are beginning to return fire. Shields holding at 97%."
That was the boon in using a Tector. Though it lacked a hangar bay and thus could not carry a complement of fighters and support craft into battle, its defenses were by far superior to that of even his flag ship, the Covenant of Blood. Ordinarily during fleet actions he would allow the Night Lord to lead the way, taking the brunt of the punishment while the Covenant released streams of fighter squadrons from behind, then rose or dipped as was necssary, before returning a volley from its heavy cannons. It felt strange being at the front, staring down the barrel as it were while his foe fired upon him. More exciting, it warmed the blood, delectably fatalistic. He should have done this years ago.
"They are but fleasss before uz..." Hissed the Famine Lord. "...and I feel inclined to ssscratch."
Mimicking the words of his speech, the dreaded Barabel dragged one clawed hand against the bridge guard rail, spooling thin strips of steel peeled free by his horrifically sharp talons. Those nearest cringed, though only for a moment, as the back and forth scything of the saurian's vibro-dagger tipped tail reminded them that to fail in ones duty was to earn the ire of this black scaled monster. The Night Lord continued to pour fire down onto Prak City, firing salvo after salvo from its ten octuple barbette burbolasers, sending eighty individual streaks down through the clouds with each salvo. More than enough to keep the city suppressed and leave its inhabitants cowering beneath their precious shield. It would not spare them his terrible wrath for long. Meanwhile, the twenty heavy turbolaser batteries joined the twenty normal turbolaser batteries in pinpoint strikes against the orbital satellites slowly draining the Tector's shields. By now they were at 95%, though the warship did not open up with the remainder of its arsenal. As Dragus had so rightly claimed, these were but rodents before a poison fanged serpent. They could afford to take their time disposing of this prey. The longevity of their attack was instrumental to the Order's plot, after all.
The Sword of Retribution fared much the same. Its shields had been reduced to 92% as the planet's defenses began to fire back. It ceased its bombardment of the surface and began to target its guns against the orbital emplacements. Forty turbolaser batteries opened up on space, each shot a match for the individual satellite firepower turned against it. Occasionally when it drew near enough to one of the emplacements, the laser cannons jutting from its hull like tubular spikes began to spit green gobs of death, suppressing with an overwhelming blanket of deadly energy. The Pride of Pzob, being much smaller and less equipped to tackle the firepower raking back and forth between the planet and its pursuers, dipped in and out of target range of the orbital emplacements, occasionally firing a harpoon cable at one of the satellites and attempting to drag them into range of the Night Lord's guns. Its own heavy laser cannons were silent, the majority of power being diverted to its shields.
A 'ping' sounded as the Night Lord detected the arrival of the War Lord's fleet. Even being on the opposite side of the planet, the secret encrypted code the Order used was easily detected and translated. Dragus cackled with pure pleasure, making his own crew nervous, for Famine's good moods tended to coincide with someone being devoured both in flesh and essence. The Sith stretched out his awareness, reaching out to the fellow fleet not with technological communicative means, but with ethereal power. The Darkside swelled in Famine, and he stoked it as one might do the same of a fire, tending to the coals as new embers flared into existence. His mind extended, reaching out to any of the Acolytes aboard the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer, "Eruption".
Welcome to the game. Shall we see who the Eye favors more? His Force presence dripped with malice. First to Andeddu's crypts earns the glory. Siss, siss, siss.
Even when broadcast through the malevolent fey, Dragus' voice possessed a serpent's tone, wicked and poison laced. Of course, there would be no going to the ground until they brought down Prak City's shield. Unfortunately the Night Lord carried no TIE Bombers or Void-7 seismic charges to crack it open with. They'd have to wait until either their cannons wore it down or another of the Order's fleets showed up with heavier ordnance.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 8, 2013 19:17:02 GMT -8
Space boiled and frothed above the planet. Decelerating from the confines of hyperspace came a massive fleet. The first ship to emerge was the Lucrehulk-Class Battleship Queen of the Dammed. The second ship to emerge, a Venator-Class Star Destroyer, carried the Iridonian Sith Lord Viox Savage. Following Wrath came the rest of the fleet:- 2x Victory II-Class Star Destroyers
- 4x Marauder-Class Corvettes
- 6x GAT-12 Blastboats (Sierra and Victor Teams)
- 3x Firespray-31-Class Attack and Patrol Craft
- *All fighters are stored on board the Queen and Wrath awaiting deployment*
On the bridge of the Wrath, Lord Savage took note of the already engaged forces of the Eye.It seemed as though the party had already been started without him. That would most definitely have to change.Savage swiveled his command chair around and began issuing orders.Savage:"Have all ships power up and engage enemy targets. Prep all fighter wings for launch and have all ground teams on stand-by. Transmit FOF tags to all Order of the Eye ships in the vicinity. Have the Mistress concentrate all firepower towards the planet's surface. The rest of the fleet blockades the planet and prepares for incoming enemy forces. Move!" Within seconds of issuing the orders, the Fleet began to move to its assigned locations and began carrying out orders. The massive Lucrehulk-Class Battleship opened fire upon the surface. Turbolaser fire rained down. The rest of the fleet moved to positions that best covered the ships already engaged and awaited further orders.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 9, 2013 4:46:20 GMT -8
Deck light glinted off the vibro-dagger mounted on the Saurian Sith's tail, reflecting further as light bounced between the face of the blade and the razor teeth of the Famine Lord, as he manipulated his serpentine appendage to pick meat from between his incisors with the blade. Crimson eyes continued to gaze out at the carnage taking place in space and on the surface of the planet. The collective fear of Prakith's inhabitants was like a sweet wine, exciting Dragus' taste buds as he drank it in, using it to temporarily sate his ever present hunger.
As with Bacca's forces, a 'ping' sounded with the arrival of Lord of Rhommamool's fleet, promising the presence of the brutal yet sophisticated Iridonian battlemaster. It took little more than a glare from the Hungering One to the comms-man to open a channel to the fleet, relying on the typical NOE encryption protections.
Sssavage. Snarled Dragus. Punctual az ever. I would have you join me on the sssurface once we bring down thossse damnable city shieldz. We will carve a bloody furrow through the innocent of thisss world until the ssscrollz of Andeddu are in my...our, handz. He caught himself, revealing some of his ambition, though such was to be expected of the dreaded Sith scourge. He didn't tend to share well. Hiz burial chamberz are on the North ssside of the city. We will ssset up a beachhead on the Sssouth, then ussse the citizenz of thisss world to cover our advance. I have sssomething prepared to further sssow the ssseedsss of chaosss. Fear iz ever our ally, my brother.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 9, 2013 6:52:55 GMT -8
As the three SD's did their work and while there was no one on board "Eruption", a member of the crew on board the Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer "Grotesque" picked up Famine's call upon the the darkside. Crix, High Prophet of the Eye sat in a command chair on the small destroyers bridge, tapping his sickly looking digit on the arm rest as he replied to Dragus upon the force.
High Prophet Crix <<Sacrifice all in the name of the Eye Famine Lord. She smiles upon you this day.>>
Crix rose from his chair, his long dark royal blue cloak and robs flowed behind him as he floated like a ghostly being to the holotable, his darkside soaked eyes the color of bile, watched the plan unfold around Prakith.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 9, 2013 16:00:31 GMT -8
The Queen of the Dammned moved into geosynchronous orbit over Prak City. Vice Admiral Sierra Pulstra sat in the raised command chair and began issuing orders.
Vice Admiral Pulstra:"Bring Core and Carrier shields up to full power. Have all Carrier weapons charged up and ready to fire. Tac, get me a targeting solution for the city's shields. I want to be dropping the hurt in three. Ops, make sure all ground teams are locked and loaded. Once our window opens, I want boots on the ground soonest. Flight Control, have all fighter wings powered up and ready for launch. Get the Bombers prepped for strafing runs on the city's shields. The sooner those are down, the better I'll feel about this whole situation."
There was a flurry of activity and a hail of "Yes Ma'am's" as the crew jumped into action. Pulstra went back to reviewing tactical data and troop deployment for the ground battle ahead.*
*Meanwhile, the Savage Wrath continued to make it's way towards a cluster of orbiting defense satellites. Once in range for the Venator's eight DBY 827 Heavy Dual Turbolaser turrets, they began to spew liquid fire at the enemy. As the Wrath engaged, the two Vic II's and the four Marauders hung back in a defensive formation to deter any new arrivals. On the bridge of the ship, Savage received a hail from the Famine Lord. He listened intently, then grinned with pure malevolence. He motioned towards the Comms station, all of whom had been awaiting to send a response to the Famine Lord's ship using the OE's encryption codes, provided to the during the Famine Lord's visit to Rhommamool some time ago.
Savage:Dragus. It had been too long brother. My forces are ready to slowly and painfully squeeze the life from the planet until it wriggles for air in our grasp. Once landfall had been made, I eagerly await the opportunity to spill blood in the name of the Eye. We shall see you then. All glory to the ever-seeing Eye. Savage out.
With that, the comm ended. Savage extended his senses outward, to the being on the planet below. Pain, anger, fear and panic. It oozed from the planet like puss from an infected sore. And it was marvelous. It spurred the Sith Lord on as he fed off of their emotions. It was going to be a glorious day for the all-mighty Eye.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on May 10, 2013 6:32:42 GMT -8
It was taking too long. Dragus' mood grew ever more volatile the longer they waited, his patience waxing. Ethereal contrails of steam rose from his scaled form, invisible to the sightless, yet telling of the fury that was rising as his temperament turned foul. A crewman passed behind him, boots scraping the deck ever so slightly, but enough to cause the barabel to snap. He spun around and caught the officer by the throat, clutching it in his clawed left hand, lifting the human off the deck single handedly. Immediately the man pissed himself, wetting his uniform and filling Famine's nostrils with the stench of musk. The saurian Sith's right hand lashed out, claws tearing across the human's stomach, ripping through fabric and flesh. Long slimy ropes of entrails poured out onto the floor at Dragus' feet, warming them with their putrid residue. He released the corpse and swatted it away with his tail all in one motion, sending the cadaver careening over the bridge rail and onto the deck below.
"Open a channel." He hissed, turning around and pointing one blood coated claw towards the comms-man. "Hail the entire fleet."
It was all the comms-man could do, rapidly attacking his duty, opening a channel that would be heard by all Sith vessels in the vicinity. The holo-pad glowed with brilliance cast upon it by the deck lights. Dragus stepped onto the pad, activating the holo-recorder which would transmit his terrifying visage to the entire fleet. His voice came across as both hard and menacing, possessing the authority of his station and the threat of punishment.
Forces of the Eye, hear and obey me. I am Famine, I speak for the Eye, my word is law. These peons are weak, pathetic even, their existence offends me. Yet the defenses they cower behind are strong, they seek survival through attrition, to wait until we grow tired of this game. I say this is not to be. The Eye demands sacrifice, it hungers for blood, be it your enemies or your own. Go now to the surface of this world, form a blight to shroud their petty civilization, tear them from their homes and gut them in the streets. In the words of High Prophet Havok, the Great Seer of the Order who even now sits before the Eye divining its will, bring only death and leave only carrion! This is my command. Obey, or be devoured.
Like clockwork the comms-man shut off the transmitter, just as Dragus stepped off the holo-pad. He spun around, causing the fearful bridge crew of the Night Lord to flinch in unison. His eyes sought out the black throne upon which his Dark Acolyte sat. The lizard licked his scaly lips, hissing as he charged Jerec Cretin with new orders.
"Focuz our gunz sssouth of the city and level the plainz. Our forcesss will require a sssuitable place to land. Then ready the drop-podz and prepare for launch. Sssee that my children are aboard them, though sssave the largessst for me."
A look of concern crossed the usually passive face of Famine's apostle, as though he had difficulty hearing the command. Although it was unwise, Jerec questioned his master, seeking to reaffirm the ruthless reptile's order.
Jerec: "Your children, my lord? Are you certain? We have no shuttle craft and will not be able to extract them from the surface with the pods."
This the Famine Lord knew, though it troubled him not. There was a plan in motion, a secret plot orchestrated by the highest members of both his own Order and that of the Imperial Remnant. He knew as much because he had been the one to set it in motion. When you wanted worlds conquered, you turned to War. When you wanted planetary genocide, you turned to Death. But when you wanted a scheme or plot put into action, you turned to Famine, the self proclaimed Liar King.
"Yesss." He snarled. "Their hunger iz but a pale imitation of my own, but they mussst feed all the sssame. I would have them sssate themssselvesss upon thessse peoplesss, to fill their belliesss with fresh flesh and the warm blood of the sssentient. Thisss iz their purpossse, az yoursss iz to obey my command without quessstion..."
He let the last of his worlds trail off, their meaning obvious. Dragus then turned from his followers and departed the bridge, taking the turbo-lift down several flights towards where the drop-pods were waiting. Meanwhile the Night Lord temporarily ceased its bombardment of Prak City's shields, instead turning its guns on the plains just south of the city, outside the encompassing energy dome. It fired all ten octuple barbette cannons, sending eighty lances of pure energy into the atmosphere, streaking towards the surface where they would boil the ground and burn everything in their path.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on May 13, 2013 12:40:29 GMT -8
*The fleet was divided for this operation.
Space Supperiority Group, or the SSG Mammoth-Class Star Destroyer The King Arthur (4000m) decoy flagship VIP Onboard: Admiral Telli Savalas and command crew. 6 Victory II-Class Star Destroyers Centurion I-III, Prefex I-III 14 TIE Defenders
50 LAAT loaded with 10 Hestatii Each (500 Hestatii,) (1250 Triarii)
Ground Operations Group, GOG 4 Victory-I Class Star Destroyer Ceasar (flagship), Octavian, Marcus, Gaius
50 A5 Juggernaut (loaded with 25 Triarii each, modifyed with top disembark hatches) (1250 Triarii, mechanised infantry with engineers and scanners) 2000 Triarii light infantry (Vor Warriors, armed with Blasterhooks and energy towershields, each squad has an engineer with satchel charges) 400 Hestatii heavy infantry (tank bread humanoid "hulk" in airthight heavy armour, backpack fed chaingun, every fifht carries a liquid flamethrower)
Fleet Command: Herceles Class Escape Corvette "Crete" VIP Onboard: Seleevan Khar
The entire fleet jumped in just outside the gravity well over Prak City. SSG was the vanguard, with King Arthur in the middle, Victroy II Centurion I-III on its port, Prefex I-III on its starboard board. SSG was in a clear Vedge formation with the tip of the Vedge being the King Arthur. The vedge pointed strait at Prak City. 10 Kilometers Behind them, in a square formation with each side being about 5 kilometers came GOG, with the Victory I star destroyers. Finally, The Crete exited between the two groups, its sensor scrambling activating at once, enveloping the entire fleet from sensors a good couple dozen seconds later. Entire fleet put their shields up and charged weapons and thrusters.*
-Encrypted OE communiké relayed from the Crete through the King Arthur- :: This is Seleevan Khar, I will advance on the city to gather secrefical volunteers. All I need is a streaming scanner data of this Battlespace. ::
*Yes, Seleevan Khar would gather live specimens for Secrefices back on good old Pzob. Or so he claimed. This was his way of saying "Dibs"*
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on May 13, 2013 17:50:16 GMT -8
Upon hearing the Famine Lord's orders, Lord Savage turned his attentions to the tactical salon, engine control and the ground ops handler, issuing orders to them.
Savage: "Disengage from surface bombardment. Redirect the Wrath down to the planet's atmosphere. I want this ship over our beachhead to keep us in control of the skies. Have the Queen continue bombardment of the city's shields. The rest of the fleet can regroup to the Queen and keep her covered during our little excursions planetside. Ops, ensure the soldiers are ready and have Golf and Delta Squadrons prepped and ready to fly. Commander Book, get my contingent of Honor Guards ready for drop and have a pod prepared for my arrival. This has turned into a ground game and I don't want to miss the slaughter."
The dark-skinned commander nodded in acknowledgement, and in turn, began issuing orders of his own. Savage rose from the command chair and strode off the bridge towards the turbo-lifts that would take him to the very belly of the ship, where twenty-five Shadowtroopers armored to appear as Imperial Sovereign Protectors waited for their leader. Before Savage was to arrive, he made a stop in at a small chamber before the drop pod launch station. This room contained a few weapons and a suit of armor tailored specifically to Lord Savage's desire. It was a tough, but flexible cortosis weave fibre-mesh bodyglove, with custom fitting Imperial Shadow Guard armor over top of the body glove. Once suited up, Viox made his way into the drop pod launch station.
Savage: "This is the moment of truth. On this day, the almighty Eye will be receiving sacrifices aplenty. It's time to lay waste to another world full of infidels and heathens. Go now and make your mark for the all-glorious Eye!"
And with that, Savage donned his helmet. It sealed with the rest of the suit seamlessly with a barely audible hiss-click. The HUD winked to life as Savage climbed into the cramped confines of the drop pod. Once the pod was sealed, the bridge signaled the green light. Within a matter of seconds, Savage's pod plummeted towards the surface. In a matter of minutes, they'd be on the ground ready to tear into their foes and leave a bloody mess of entrails for the Famine Lord to follow.
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Post by Dragus on May 15, 2013 10:28:40 GMT -8
In orbit, the Night Lord took the brunt of two of the seven final shots fired from the planet's surface, each colliding with the shield with a significant drain of ten percent per shot. Two others flew wild and one just missed the speeding Pride of Pzob. None of this caused the fleet to turn tail or back away. The scent of blood permeated the cold vacuum and these hungry predators would not stop until they had received their fill. There were no more fleet wide transmissions from the Famine Lord, everything that needed to be said was already out there. Now there was only the plunge.
Eruptions of gassy emissions could be witnessed from the Tector's underside, numbering fifty expulsions in total as the drop pods were launched towards the surface. Fear of the satellites in orbit, what few remained that is, was no longer a concern. The area had been blasted clear by the Night Lord's powerful cannons. A final eruption appeared near the rear of the capital ship moments after the initial fifty were launched, this pod significantly larger than the others. The pods struck the atmosphere at rapid speed, glowing orange as they passed through the gaseous barrier and hurtled towards the surface of the planet, on course for the South side of Prak City which had already been cleared by orbital bombardment.
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Bajos Terrak
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 19, 2013 14:42:42 GMT -8
Out towards the edge of the system, purposely taking a cautious approach to the alarm raised, an Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer flickered into existence from the twirling maelstrom of hyperspace. Its triangular prow facing towards the systems star, it immediately engaged its sublight engines and cruised forward, past the orbital line of the outermost planet, Prakess. The fourth planet, Delanoth, loomed in front of the Destroyer, its scattering of moons providing some cover as it attempted to close on the stricken planet, partially shielding its approach. Long range scanners scoured the system ahead, the mighty ship circling around the massive gas giant, the electromagnetic output shielding its presence further. Finally, as it cruised alongside the sixth moon of the planet, a picture of the situation began to reveal itself. Sadly the picture was pretty grim...
"Their ships are concentrated over Prak City and have made a mess of the orbital defenses. I count at least a dozen warships, with smaller ships breaking for the surface. Probably troop transports but its impossible to tell from this distance. There are no communications we can detect from Prak City itself and it seems that the region has already undergone extensive orbital bombardment."
The sensor officer called out the information as he stared at his screen, eyes wide as he surveyed the carnage going on in front of him. The details were vague and irregular at this distance, possibly out of sync with what was actually occurring, but it was the best they had at this time. A more accurate scan would reveal their presence, though there was a good chance they had been noticed already.
Bajos stood with his massive arms folded, eyes narrowed as he glared out the viewport at the systems sun and the tiny speck that represented where the plane Prakith was. He hadn't once looked at the sensor display but saw with nebulous instincts the chaos that savaged the world ahead. The Force howled with the shrieks of those in turmoil, death shrieks ripping through the fabric of life, crying out for vengeance. A vengeance he was in no position to fulfill.
"Any word from Imperial Command on what other assets are on their way?"
The deep bass of his voice rang out across the bridge, the clipped snarl conveying the frustration that bubbled in his stomach. He could feel the icy chill of the darkside here, a familiar tang that made is blood sing in harmony with those wrecking havoc beyond. A dangerous harmony that he quelled savagely as the comm officer answered.
"Nothing, my Lord."
He nodded slowly as the crew tensed in unison, fearing a maniacal order to advance perhaps? A slow smile twisted his lip. He had just had this ship put back together. He wasn't going to let those clown out there tear it apart. Finally he glanced at the sensor display, judging their position in relation to the gas giant and its moons.
"Helm. Put us in orbit around the outer moon and maintain that position."
Following the orbit of the outer moon would swing them closer to Prakith and put them in a better position to scan the attacking fleets. He raised his voice to be heard by the bridge as a whole, letting them all know his intent in this endeavor.
"We will hold here and await either reinforcements or word from high command as to their desires. Comms, Get a channel ready to Aargau, care of the Imperial Council Center."
The comm officers face paled slightly, the usual reaction to one required to give their Lord bad news. Still, speak up the man did, earning a measure of respect from his fellows. Perhaps even a little from Bajos himself.
"That won't be easy or reliable, my Lord. The interference in the Deep Core renders holocoms unreliable at best."
Bajos nodded and shrugged nonchalantly, a reaction that set nearly all of the bridge crew to frowning. This was a more mellow side to their Sith Commander and one that filled them with far more dread than the usual towering rage.
"I'll take what you can give me..." He said as he strode towards the doors to his ready room. "I will send the call in my office. Captain Garth. You have the bridge."
The door slid open then closed behind him as he continued to the holo-communicator in his ready room. Positioning himself on the holopad he hit the call button as soon as it flashed green and attempted to call the Imperial Council...
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 21, 2013 12:43:14 GMT -8
The amount of firepower above the planets orbit was to much to handle from the get go, but now with over 3 fleets in system it was just a matter of time before all defenders above orbit would be killed. Still the outmanned and outgunned men and women fought like wild cats, those that were still alive had found a way to maneuver their defense cannons using their thrusters which had been all but unused since they were placed there. Under 10 percent remained and those numbers were going down, the amount of debris around them though was both a boon and a hindered as it stopped much of the shots coming towards them but also made targeting the ships hard; not to mention it was free floating and could easily hit them and take them out.
In one last push the defenders maneuvered to be in a rough wedge formation and they slowly pushed their way out of the debris, all of their firepower concentrated on the smallest of ships in orbit. All of them knew it was pointless that they could not stop them. They just hoped that maybe, just maybe they could make a dent in the shields so someone else could avenge their deaths.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 21, 2013 20:00:56 GMT -8
An image crackles to life on the holopad sitting in the office of Bajos Terrak. No the best quality due to the interference create by the multitude of black holes that made up the galactic core, the picture was grainy and the audio was would crackle if the speaker hit a certain volume, but it was as secure as a line of communication could ever be. Standing in miniature on the holopad was Grand Admiral Sarah Dodonna, head of the Imperial Navy.
Lord Terrak, I understand you are in the Prakith System. What can you report about the situation?
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 23, 2013 9:34:17 GMT -8
High Prophet Crix, moved about the holotable taking better notes of the star system.
High Prophet Crix Helm, Take us to Mekith, put us in orbit on the Moon's darkside, send the rest of the fleet to Prakith to cover our forces, continue short and long range scans.
Soon the ship was under way and the rest of the Warlord's forces were en route to support the other larger SD's already pounding Prakith.
Meanwhile in orbit the Two Tector-Class Star Destroyers, “Chains” & “Altered” and one Imperial II-Class Star Destroyer “Eruption”, are successful in clearing there part of orbit, they move to a blockade position to await the rest of the Cyclopes forces to arrive, which wasn't long, three Victory II-Class Star Destroyers and three Gladiator-Class Star Destroyers arrived and moved into the blockade.
Rising from the surface of Prakith, the starfighters and VT's return to the hanger of "Eruption" for refueling and rearming.
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Post by Dragus on May 23, 2013 10:19:08 GMT -8
With the much feared and ultimately despised Famine Lord now off the bridge of the Night Lord, the ship seemed to run much more smoothly. Dark Acolyte Jerec Cretin still stoked a degree of dread in the hearts of the crew, but nothing in comparison to that of the saurian Sith lord. The bald headed mystic watched the battle from his obsidian command throne, occasionally calling out commands, all of which were followed with all due haste. His brow narrowed as dark eyes watched the scene unfold, the last of the defending satellites forming a wedge to assail them. Well, not the tector-class itself, but rather the smaller ships that made up the armada. Both the Pride of Pzob and Sword of Retribution found themselves under fire as the satellites advanced. The Sword held position, shields popping and fizzling as turbolaser blasts barraged over and over again. Each shot was a little nick at the shields power reserve, lowering them less than a percentage per hit, but still adding up. It continued to return fire with its dual barreled turbolaser batteries, matching tit for tat. It had heavier guns, but Captain Lonestar had been ordered not to use them, prolonging the space ballet for as long as possible. The Pride, however, had taken enough shots across the prow to cease it from its attempt to drag orbital satellites into the path of the Night Lord's guns. Instead it retreated, pulling back and behind the tector with more speed than the orbital satellite's maneuvering jets had the muster to match. Turning, impervium wedge moving away from the planet, the Night Lord began to match the movement of the satellites as they loomed ever nearer to the Sword. Shields down to fifty percent, the Sword's crew was beginning to question the wisdom of their fleet commander. Then, as fiercely and as unforgiving as they had been to the planet, the Night Lord opened up, leveling all twenty of its three barreled heavy turbolaser cannons at the satellite wedge formation. The red of the Sword's turbolaser fire was overlapped by the searing green of the Night Lord's, as both energy bombardments converged on the remaining orbital defenses, gunners not hesitating to take a breath.Jerec grinned widely, immaculate white teeth a stark contrast to his yellow pock marked age wizened flesh. He had been a young man once, but the Darkside...she was a demanding mistress. She had sapped his youth as surely as she had condemned his soul. The Dark Acolyte's mood was soon to be ruined, however, as the sensor operator aboard spoke up.Rasputin: "M'lord, we've picked up an anomaly on our sensors. It may be a vessel, M'lord, though not one of ours." Cretin: "Pirates? Systems patrol? What?!" Rasputin: "I cannot say for certain, M'lord. It's near the forth planetoid in the system, but electromagnetic fields are disrupting our sensors from penetrating further. It is possible that the planet got out a distress signal. If they have allies then they would likely send someone to investigate." Cretin: "Bah. Who would come? I hardly think these are lives worth rescuing." Rasputin: "M'lord..." Cretin: "Yes, yes, very well. The Pride's done running, have them send out a patrol and scout the area. I would know who watches." Rasputin: "Aye, M'lord." There was brief traffic between the Famine Lord's fleet, with encrypted messages being sent back and forth between the Night Lord and the Pride of Pzob. On sensors the Pride began to split into four forms: the main body of the ship, then three smaller forms. The trio of Manta-class starfighters magnetically clamped to the hull had disengaged their locks and dropped into space, floating for only a few seconds before their engines came on line and they streaked away from the battle. Forming a V with their wings set in intercept mode, the trio raced off, flying in the direction of the gas giant, Delanoth.
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 23, 2013 13:32:03 GMT -8
Both the speed of the reply, as well as the fact that there had been one at all, told Bajos that help was only a jump away. There was no way that the reply would come that quickly had it been the ICC returning the call and a grim smile spread across his stern features. He had never met the woman but knew who she was... Technically my boss, he supposed diffidently to himself as he listened to her query. Short and to the point. Not the usual over-elaborate bore of an Admiral then. Good. He could work with this.
The grainy image spoke, the sound carrying sufficiently despite the bad connection.Lord Terrak, I understand you are in the Prakith System. What can you report about the situation? He inclined his head politely and spoke in his usual bass rumble."The planet is under attack from multiple fleets. We are too far our for an accurate count but there appears to be well over a dozen ships massing in orbit over Prak City. It seems as though most of the planetary defenses have been destroyed and much of the terrain surrounding the city had been hit by heavy orbital bombardment."He paused for a moment as a red light blinked on his intercom, prompting him to open the sensor display in his office. An eyebrow arced as he took in the information, noting their position at the edges of Delanoths orbit, following the outer moon in its stately curve towards the inner system. They were closer to Prakith now and could see the ships with a bit more accuracy, four fleets, one near invisible if not for its outline on the planet below. The sensor screen flashed as it updated, red triangles zeroing in on a part of the display showing incoming signatures. Ships headed their way..."It would appear we have been spotted, Admiral..."He spoke with indifference. As if stating the time, or that he was having a rather inane conversation with a peer. He reached forward and pressed a button on the comm."Captain Garth. Deploy a squadron of fighters to screen us and position keep us behind the moon. I want those ships in our lap before they realise what we are."The electromagnetic discharge from the gas giant, as well as the line of sight interference from the moon itself, should keep them hidden from approaching eyes. That they had been detected was a bit of a surprise though not unexpected. It was likely that the investigating ships didn't know what lurked out here, just that something did. It may have been a simple sensor alert flagged for future investigation. No matter. Whatever was coming this way would be obliterated as quickly as possible, paving the way for the rest of the Imperial fleet.
Speaking of which... He glanced at the holorgam."I assume I can expect the honour of your company soon, Admiral?"The hangar bays of the Valheru ground open, disgorging twelve Fury-Class Sith Fighters into space. The hangar bay doors slid closed as the fighter formed a screen in front of the Star Destroyers bridge as the mighty ship laterally drifted behind the moon, settling into geosynchronous orbit over some unimportant crater...
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 23, 2013 17:47:33 GMT -8
The Moon of Mekith
"Grotesque" arrived to the darkside of Mekith's moon and moved to a steady orbit to stay in the shadow of the moon, High Prophet Crix still stood at the holotable, he opened a secured encrypted channel to the Eye's Hand, Darth Octennial.
High Prophet Crix It has begun, we are located on the farside of Mekith's Moon, we await your arrival, Hand of the Eye.
Short pause.
Darth Octennial Prepare to re...Gurgles...ceive Me,
A completely unidentifiable transport came into view of "Grotesque" and made it's way to the hanger bay.
Prakith Orbit
The blockade formation was completed with all vessels facing forwards preparing for a counter that was sure to come, Long range sensors were put to maximum distance on all ships, weapons charged, shields at the ready.
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