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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 11:10:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 14:48:30 GMT -8
Life continues on as normal in the Vandelhelm system; with the planetary defense fleet making its patrols of the outer systems edges. A tune up is scheduled for several sensor buoys in grid Alpha three; seems some extra hard collisions knocked some circuitry out of alignment. Beyond the dodging of asteroids by Fighter Jockeys though, there was no excitement in the fleet...though battle drills were still made on a regular basis, and weapons and shields always remained hot.
Beyond fleet patrols, mining efforts advanced at a steady pace; several mining corporations invested several million credits in hiring a dozen or so mathematicians and engineers from some of the best institutions in the galaxy; the sole purpose was to find out if it was possible to make an artificial corridor through the asteroid field...a periodic corridor, that as long as it wasn't disturbed, would form periodically due to gravitational drift. Research is ongoing, but several scientists are hopeful...others are skeptical. Probe ships have become a common sight here at the edge of the system...measuring field density and composition for a likely spot. If successful, this may mark the beginning of a new trade corridor for the planet.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 18:56:35 GMT -8
Forces amassed at the edge of the system...taking a whopping three days to actually fully mobilize; the price one payed for living in a dense asteroid field. Eventually though, the three nebulas at the edge of the system are stocked with their fighters once more, as well as a full complement of troopers ready for engagement. In all, the following amass:
1 Nebula-class destroyer; "The Emissary"
• 1,6000 Shock troopers (Regular): armored in standard full body battle armor, armed with A280 blaster rifles and a DL-44 blaster pistol, as well as two fragmentation grenades.
• 750 Space troopers (Elite): armored in light spacetrooper armor (medium armor) equipped with a plasma cutter and a light repeating blaster.
• 30 CF9 Crossfire starfighters: C-Alpha, C-Beta, and C-Theta squadrons respectively.
• 15 Katar-class boarding craft (unarmed in favor of stronger shielding).
1 Nebula-class star destroyer; "The Valiant"
• 1,6000 Shock troopers (Regular): armored in standard full body battle armor, armed with A280 blaster rifles and a DL-44 blaster pistol, as well as two fragmentation grenades.
• 750 Space troopers (Elite): armored in light spacetrooper armor (medium armor) equipped with a plasma cutter and a light repeating blaster.
• 30 K-wing starfighters: K-Alpha, K-Beta, and K-Theta squadrons respectively.
• 15 Katar-class boarding craft (unarmed in favor of stronger shielding).
1 Nebula-class star destroyer; "The Arbiter"
• 1,6000 Shock troopers (Regular): armored in standard full body battle armor, armed with A280 blaster rifles and a DL-44 blaster pistol, as well as two fragmentation grenades.
• 750 Space troopers (Elite): armored in light spacetrooper armor (medium armor) equipped with a plasma cutter and a light repeating blaster.
• 30 I4-ionizer starfighters: I-Alpha, I-Beta, and I-theta squadrons.
• 15 Katar-class boarding craft (unarmed in favor of stronger shielding).
After checking inventory and waiting for all green lights...the forces orient, and then one by one disappear in flashes of light as they enter hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 11:05:43 GMT -8
With a series of flashes, the three Nebula-class star destroyers exit out of hyperspace, and form up into their standard patrol formations at the edge of the system. Coming out of high alert, they maintain combat readiness - equipped to deal with any conflict that should arrive in the system. Though, for the most part, not preparing for a war like the previous call. Thus so, the ships maintain their patrols of the major space lanes, documenting traffic in and out of the system. Meanwhile, the newly minted mining force in use by Vandelhelm is still underway...mining efforts are progressing, and several asteroids have been selected by survey ships for mining; locator beacons have been attached to them, and their courses have been plotted by astrologists to predict the best time to mine them. Still, it remains a long and tedious, tedious process.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 10:35:34 GMT -8
A large bulk freighter makes it's way to the upper atmosphere, and it pauses a moment to sync with local gravitational charts...a course is plotted, and it's point defense lasers are primed and readied. Diverting power, it's engines surge with energy, and the bulk freighter speeds into the asteroid field...
...Some hours later, the freighter emerges on the edge of the field, and it docks with one of the Nebula-class star destroyers, where the ore is transferred to a new freighter; this one fueled and ready to go. The old freighter rests for repairs (Asteroid collisions having drained it's energy reserves and its point defense batteries), and the new freighter lifts off from the surface of Vandelhelm, orients...and then jumps to hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 9:24:25 GMT -8
With a series of flashes, three Nebula-class star destroyers exit out of hyperspace, and form up into their standard patrol formations at the edge of the system. Thus so, the ships resume their patrols of the Vandelhelm system major space lanes, documenting traffic in and out of the system, and generally maintaining the Vandelhelm governments presence outside the cloud. It had been...a long time. Political situations between Serenno and Vandelhelm had dissolved into petty politics, rife with disputes of taxations; Serenno felt as it was the "supporting" government to Vandelhelm, that Vandelhelm should pay higher taxes. Vandelhelm in turn simply felt it should get a good price for its ores, and should be exempt from heavy taxes. In the end, the two governments were held together by one man: Dante Deveaux, and it was this man that mediated the dispute. Heavily involved in Vandelhelm politics, the infamous exiled Count of Serenno had dissapeared for four years mysteriously. Vandelhelm, suspecting Serenno of treachery, used this to fuel their political agenda. Indeed, things were getting so hot that there were even murmurings of war.
You can imagine the surprise on both sides, when Dante Deveaux made a miraculous appearance at the Vandel/Serenno summit. Renouncing his titles and lands, he explained to both governments that he had been in exile for the past four years - that he had to pay for his past crimes, and that he had come to accept the Jedi way. Liquidating all but his funds, he transferred what remained of his assets - still quite considerable! Being a former Count has its perks! - to the planet of Vandelhelm. Negotiating with Serenno, he agreed to leave his holdings, position of entitled power and politics, and the planet itself in exchange for Vandelhelm freedom. Serenno, eager to FINALLY get rid of the troublesome alien, agreed wholeheartedly, allowing Dante to mediate the dispute, and to release Vandelhelm from their protectorship.
The government of Vandelhelm pressured Dante to return to the position of Governor, but, Dante refused. Citing it would be improper for him to take said position. Instead, he appointed himself watchman of the planet; a silent guardian, and watcher of the planets safety and well being. He also restructured the government - something easily done, given Dante's veritable status as the sentient who single handedly lifted the planet out of poverty - so that Jedi on world could act as advisors to the government, indeed, and even have a minor vote in politics. Beyond this, Dante recycled his vast funds into the mining operations on the planet, once more stimulating the economy to his best of ability. For himself he took nothing, once he paid off employee salaries and benefits, taxes, and etcetera, he recycled profits back into mining operations to keep them going. Further, he used whatever else he could as gifts to the planet, stipulating that they had to be used for public works, or other programs benefitting society.
Dante himself though kept away from Rimma city...becoming something of a hermit in Vandelhelm's vast deserts and mountains. It was known that he was something of an eccentric - and potentially violent - Jedi, always on the move in a large sand crawler. From there he operated his mining operation, meditated on the force, and generally kept to himself...for now at least.
For now.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 22:06:37 GMT -8
in the early hours of planetary rotation above the planet, a unique shuttle craft dropped from hyperspace and began running diagnostics on its ship. onboard the voice of Diamonte tuhlute is heard at the helm
::Tactical base this is Experimental shuttle Jenth-905… reporting in. after a 2 day extended hyperspace jump… main power is at a nominal 98%, life support, at 88%, structural integrity at 89%… and as soon as the warp core cools down… i will report state of that as well… over::
then to the surprise the pilot… the disembodied holographic head of Diamonte Tuhlute appears before him.
::Frore, i have told you… unless i instruct you otherwise do not activate my module just as standard skin.::
the image fades to a prototype of the Super Holographic droid model is shown.
::sorry sir… I meant no harm by it… hang on, i am picking up a transmission frequency that matches ones used in the archives… the transmission vectors match a file name “Serenno”::
::Frore, as soon as the core is ready, go down and investigate. If the signal belongs to Count Deveaux… activate the communications module… and i will set specific instructions on how to proceed.::
the ship idled for a time before setting course and dropping towards the source of the transmissions.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jun 3, 2014 3:00:25 GMT -8
A fancy looking Consular-class Charger c70 retrofit cruiser (The Serene Moondancer) jumped out of hyperspace and slowed down to a pause as the captain and sole crew member of the ship, Mirian Santiro, eyed the planet before her with curiousity. What really intrigued her, was the immediate warning of some large defending cruisers. A quick consultation of her trusty scanners and computer libraries told her that the ships in question were Nebula-class Star Destroyers.
Nasty.
Over a kilometer long, with up to eighty standard and heavy turbolasers, the capacity to carry over a thousand troops and no less than sixty starfighters, each one of those ships were a force to be reckoned with. Whoever ran this planet, had serious resources and capacity. Though it was hardly surprising, seeing as Vandelhelm was a well known resource-rich planet with a verdant business in mining, processing and artistic trade. No doubt, the cruisers were a necessary precaution against opportunistic pirates, hostile military and a whole host of other bad types that would love to exploit anything poorly defended and rich in resources.
In a ways, it was a good thing, having the cruisers around. It meant that she wouldn't have to worry about fights or being targeted while she was within the protection range of the Star Destroyers. The relaxed state of the space lanes ahead of her, heading in and out of the planet told her of the state of mind of the people around here. Since this was her first time coming out here, Mirian decided it would be a good idea to consult her library and collective database of the planet before going further. She estimated she would have a little time before port officials would take notice of her ship just sitting still, and then she'd have to state her purpose. Though she hoped they'd be confident in their three cruisers to believe a ship as small as hers wouldn't try anything stupid, because it'd be so easy to blow her to bits.
In any case, she did have a business purpose for being here, and thusly, she was more than prepared to answer any inquiry. And she'd checked her cargo first, to make sure that it was what it was supposed to be, and held no extra surprises that might get her in trouble. It was so easy to end up being criminalized if she happened to bring in something that would be considered illegal to transport. As far as she knew however, Shento Cigars and varying foodstuffs weren't considered illegal or contraband yet.
Mirian keyed in an inquiry into the computer near her command console, and waited patiently for the results.
:: Planet, Vandelhelm, :: a feminine, mechanical voice said, :: Sector, Epsi Collective. Terrestrial Class. Diameter, eight thousand eight kilometers. Climate, temperate. Gravity, one-point-two standard. Rotation period, twenty-two standard hours. Orbital period, two-hundred-ninety-two local days. ::
Nodding in appreciation and shutting off the computer inquiry, Mirian opened her communications console and broadcasted to the port and docking stations, stating her purpose for being here, and acquiring a landing permit.
Soon, the young trader was heading down into the atmosphere of the planet. She mused that the climate wasn't her most favourite, as she prefered colder places, but at least it wasn't completely like Tatooine. It was beyond her how such a planet can even sustain itself when caught between two suns on either side, and having very little to no water and yet has a fairly large indigenous population. But really, that's not her problem to ponder. She had business on Vendelhelm, and hopefully, more work following after that. A girl needs to eat.
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 14, 2016 21:17:21 GMT -8
Vandelhelm was usually a quiet place these days. The Sith Empire known as the New Order of the Eye had become a drastically less dominant force, and therefore their old holdings saw much less action than it used to. Today was scheduled to be different however, because today was a military training kind of day. Vandelhelm had, once upon a time, a medium sized drive yards orbiting it and had helped supply some of the warships that made up the Empire's war machine. The yard was long gone at this point, but many of the engineers and scientists had remained in the system to tinker with ships in the area. Today's project was a massive rail gun fitted to a Tector-class Destroyer. The ship was perfect for testing due to it not having the structural weakness that its predecessor had. The deformed craft looked almost exactly like your typical Star Destroyer, but with the dual rails attached to its belly. This type of destroyer had been chosen specifically because it was missing the ventral hanger bay most others had, allowing the weapon to be attached to the reinforced armour plating it had instead. The rail gun was bulky and inefficient, and most could argue that its technology was far surpassed by laser weapons. Valid points, but how many starships were equipped with particle shields able to withstand compressed tungsten rounds the size of a small shuttle? The point was to bring a few of these into battle and absolutely rip through a command ships physical shields before the battle could even begin. A well aimed shot from a weapon like this could, in theory, gut a capitol ship from stem to stern giving the New Order of the Eye and early advantage in skirmishes. Once the technology had been refined and perfected again of course. Slug throwers were fairly popular among mercenaries, but few to no ships in the galaxy today used weapons like this. It would take some time to reperfect these weapons. Today was hopefully going to be a successful test that would allow the shipbuilders of Vandelhelm to get the funding to continue on this path.The ugly steel behemoth glided through space on a slow course well away from the planet. The governor of Valdelhelm would not allow a weapons test on a star destroyer anywhere near the planet. The ship had to be what felt like out of system before the experiment was green lit. So on she flew, blue engines flaring to push the extra weight. The skeleton crew consisted mostly of aliens, aliens being considered lower class of course in the Empire. Should anything go wrong, the losses would be considered minimal. As the destroyer began to approach its destination the order was given for the railgun to prepare its payload. The loading mechanism made multiple horrendous noises as the heavy metal round began to make its way out of the ship in and be placed in the rails. The hamster destroyer slowed down as she came upon a junked corvette; the weapons first target.{in Huttese}
Hold here and power the weapon, fire on my command!The lights dimmed slightly as the modified weapon drew power from the taxed reactor core. Through the camera drones following the ship multiple technicians, engineers, and military personnel watched electricity build up and flare between the magnetic rails. If there had been sound would have been incredible as the huge gun prepared to launch a chunk of metal at incredible speed towards the derelict corvette that was in its path. A few people planetoid noted once more that another drawback of this weapon was its singular fire path. Unlike laser turrets this was not a gun that could be swivelled and change position. If this gun needed to be aimed in a new direction than its host was going to have to reposition itself. A thought for later. For now the crowd watched as the Rodian captaining the ship gave the order to fire. The destroyer seemed to shudder as it discharged its projectile and the cameras flashed as the target was simply obliterated by the bullet.Planetside, the room watching the test took notes and began to discuss plans if this was worth pursuing further. The weapon still had its flaws, but the test was a definite success. The host ship had not blown up under all of that stress and the target was absolutely destroyed. Of course the ship was inactive, not shooting back, and had no shields. But the purpose of the test was to see if they could keep one of their own ships from tearing itself apart when the gun was fired. That was a total success. The designers would go back to their labs and begin to work on energy consumption and continue to improve the recoil dampeners. A bigger ship would likely be needed, one worker even suggested a second, smaller reactor to power the weapon on its own. Conversations turned into multiple others and someone gave the order for the destroyer to be recalled. Today had been a good break from the usual, dull routine and the room was full of fire and renewed vigour. The Four Horsemen and multiple other Sith Lords may have disappeared but the New Order of the Eye could still take care of itself and survive. Perhaps one day they would begin to expand again and the Empire would return to its glorious state. The star destroyer began to enter the system once more and took up a tight orbit around the planet. The people below went about their lives, not knowing that their governor and military had grown bored of the simple life and were busy testing devastating weapons to conquer planets once again. The only thing they were missing were a Sith Lord to command them once again. The Empire were not fools, they knew the Jedi and other Sith factions were too much to take on without their own supernatural champion. But when one arrived.. they would be ready to take on the galaxy and cleanse it of the Jedi and alien scum once again!
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Jul 26, 2016 11:40:28 GMT -8
The few Order of the Eye ships in the system conduct a proper and concise patrol of the system. Each ship had been instructed to send a communication to each other every fifteen minutes and to stay within radar range of each other while moving. The command ship has a constant open line of communication planetoid and a second is always connected to a satellite that will boost messages to nearby planets for necessary reinforcements. The Order was not expecting an attack, but that was never an excuse to drop their guard. The Dark Lords had trained the military council to have constant vigilance and that had saved military and civilian lives on many occasions. Just because the Horseman had disappeared that did not mean the people of glorious Eye would lose their lessons and find themselves eradicated by some Jedi scum. Patrols remained wary and they remained to this day because of it.
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Post by Gaiscioch Dearg on Aug 24, 2016 20:33:49 GMT -8
Patrols were running even tighter than usual these last few days. Tensions were high as ship Commanders cracked down on any small infraction, and made sure communications never missed a sign in or report. The crews didn't really understand why even the starfighter pilots were punished if they had not flown in perfect formation. Sure they were a proud Imperial navy, but things had a little more relaxed since the Dark Lords had all gone on vacation. No one dared asked however. Not when the Captains were all walking around like they had a catwalk railing jammed into their more sensitive areas. So for the last few days they all kept their heads down and did their duties as if they were on full alert. It wasn't uncommon to find off duty crewmen complaining in the common areas about how their day was tough for no reason, and the Petty Officers had made them repeat duties if they didn't think the job was perfect.
In the Officers Lounges and holo-communications however things were more even more grim and strained. They all had good reason for running the troops harder than usual, even if they had not felt it necessary to share such information with the regulars. Anyone ranked Captain or above knew that one of the New Order of the Eye's Sith Lords had come to Vandelhelm and they were all very concerned to say the least. Everyone in the NoE's military was loyal and many were even devout to the God Emperor, but Sith Lords brought fear in their wake. Many of them considered civilians to be dirt, and military members simply tools. They tortured, killed, and experimented on whomever was unfortunate to be in their line of sight at the time.
This was why the Captains were running their troops so hard. They valued their people's safety and as long as they did their jobs perfectly no one should get hurt. So patrols were timed by seconds, flight patterns were measured by the meter. Each and every communication was properly drafted and proofed before being sent. There was not a square kilometre that would go unchecked in this system. Lives depended on it....
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Post by Kadea Vroxi on Oct 23, 2016 22:33:04 GMT -8
While the trip itself had been a long one, the worst of their trip was yet to be passed. As the corvette dropped out of hyperspace and loomed just outside the asteroid belt, the captain turned to Kedea with a look of concern on his face. So this was the infamous Void that so many ships and fleets had encountered and failed to navigate, let alone survive. With one more glance to the Zabrak Jedi, the captain began the painfully difficult journey through the asteroid field, hoping to all that was good in the galaxy that they would find their way towards a planet their scanners couldn't pick up.
The navigation took hours, the tensions were high, but within those few hours the planet, a desert husk by the appearance of it, came into view on the viewport. "Take us down to the nearest civilization on the surface, Captain." She breathed as she made her way towards the viewport and eyed the pieces and chunks of ship scrap and debris that floated among the asteroids. "Master Jedi, there seems to be an academy of some kind on the surface and we're picking up faint life readings." The captain's tone was concerned, rushed and even desperate but without a word Kedea brought up the coordinates and nodded to the captain silently. The temple it was then, and with that the corvette began it's descent through orbit to the planet below.
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Post by Leomax Dustrig on Oct 23, 2016 23:46:22 GMT -8
//On Yavin's Surface\\
"I-I'm sorry, Mast Almu. And, yes Master Kadea. I'll remember that." He bowed slightly to each of them. If he had eyes, they would be turned away in embarrassment and a tad bit of shame. He went on with his assigned duties, telling everyone else to pack up, that they were moving out.
//In Vandelhelms Orbit\\
Leo sat in his room, meditating, as they slowly made their way through the asteroids. He was expanding his 'vision', in a sense. He could almost feel the asteroids and their proximity to the ship they were in. It was terrifying, knowing all those rocks out there could tear right into the ship if they weren't careful enough. And worst of all, Leo couldn't do anything but tense up as they closed in on mile-wide boulders after boulders, hoping the captain was capable enough to navigate them through.
Eventually, He did feel the last of the asteroids fall away from them as they neared to the planet's atmosphere. He let go of his meditation, letting his senses come back to his surroundings. They had did it. They made it through. His head moved down to his lightsaber, laying on his bed in pieces. He had taken it apart with the force. Now to put it back together. He had done it several times, but it was always good practice. Practice practice practice...
Leo took a deep breath and began meditating once more, the pieces of his saber floating up peacefully.
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Post by Gene Kenobi on Nov 30, 2016 19:46:01 GMT -8
While it was often a considerably easier burden than others to allow his droid to pilot his ship to new worlds, removing the anxiety of navigating complex algorithms and flight patterns, he quickly found upon dropping out of hyperspace near the orbit of Vandelhelm that this was no job for a droid. Pressing forward in his seat and grasping the controls at the console he switched the ship from autopilot to manual and muttered off his droid as he navigated the asteroid field with his senses, cursing under his breath at the numerous close calls until he was finally clear to make his descent down to the planet's surface; welcomed by the sense of various presences he knew he would find there.
However, while that was a welcome reception, he could sense two that were more than unwelcome as he diverted his path towards what he knew would likely be the Sanctuary. In time he would discover who those two were, but it was for now that he required rest and respite from his journey from across the rim to find the backwarter world of Vandelhelm. It was easier said than done.
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Aug 4, 2017 17:06:00 GMT -8
*A single Harrower-class Star Destroyer appeared just outside the Vandelhelm system, overlooking the Cloud that surrounded the world. The dense asteroid field, responsible for hiding the world from sensors... conversely, it would hide any visitors' approach, providing a double-advantage. At the bridge of the ship stood two Sith: A short, older human and a taller Rattataki, both male. The vessel was but one of the ships the First Order had so kindly provided to Clak'dor VII's defense, as well as use for expansion in the region.
That expansion would begin here. But he would not be doing it alone... He would wait for the others who would be sent to join him.*
"I thank you for allowing me the honor of joining you, my Lord Sobrius," *the Rattataki spoke.*
"Of course," *the human replied.* "This is what you have trained for. It would be unwise of me not to allow you to test your skills in the field, Subortus."
*Subortus nodded but otherwise fell silent, staring at the Cloud, through which glimpses of the planet behind it could be seen. Sobrius, meanwhile, watched the stars, preparing for the coming gathering. This should be a simple campaign; indeed, breaking through the cloud would likely be the only difficult task of this campaign. Not that he would underestimate his enemies, but he fully expected a victory for the Sith this day.*
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 4, 2017 17:55:39 GMT -8
The Harrower-class Dreadnought's sensors would go off as a hyperspace signature was detected inbound down the Rimma Trade Route. Exiting next to the ship was a Bulwark Mk III Battlecruiser, designated 'Overlord.' Upon the bridge of the large warship, Darth Malvus, and his human apprentice, Luxeria, would gaze out at the Vandelhelm Cloud, a thick asteroid field that made the planet's detection almost unreadable. Nonetheless, the Bulwark's firepower would blast a clean hole to the planet. The Jedi would be cleansed from this planet and slaughtered by the wolves that were overhead.
Malvus opens a channel to Darth Sobrius shortly after arrival. The crew upon his flagship worked tirelessly to get the weapons charged up.
Lord Sobrius, we have come for the hunt. My warriors are eager to draw the blood of the Jedi on this world. Who else should we expect?
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Post by Darth Sobrius on Aug 4, 2017 22:43:59 GMT -8
"Incoming vessel out of hyperspace, Lord Sobrius," *the bridge crew alerted the Sith. Sobrius watched as the rather large Bulwark ship appeared, a ship that dwarfed their own.* "Scans indicate they're charging weapons. Shall I—"
*The officer was quieted by the sudden transmission identifying the owner of the ship. This answered the unspoken question as Sobrius smirked at the Kissai's enthusiasm for the mission.* "From what I am told, a handful more Sith will join us here," *he replied.* "Including the First Order's own High Admiral. My own apprentice has joined me as well. We will have more than enough for a complete eradication of the pitiful forces here."
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Post by The Fallen on Aug 5, 2017 9:00:39 GMT -8
The Gozanti-class Cruiser bearing the designation Ravencrest, dropped forth from hyperspace. The quartet of TIE Interceptors wasted no time deploying and taking up positions around the Cruiser. Waiting for orders to attack. Ifrit stared at the Vandelhelm Cloud from the front of the bridge, noting the ships of Malvus and Sobrius that were already present. The invasion force was beginning to assemble it seemed. He opened a line to both Malvus and Sobrius then
Greetings my Lords. I see I have arrived just in time... The Ravencrest stands ready...
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Post by Luxeria on Aug 5, 2017 10:08:58 GMT -8
Luxeria watched as the approached the Vandelhelm Cloud. She said nothing as she stood next to her master. There was no need for words even though she was not spoken to. She came for the battle, the experience. For the time thus far, she had raided a few Sith temples and academys, seeking to eradicate the Sith that were too weak to support the Sith. The experiences had done her well for now they would face the Jedi. Ever since she had found the Sith and began to train in their ways, she awaited the day she could face the Jedi and reveal to them the mistake they made in denying her training. They would die and know the power she had come to obtain. There was far more to learn, more power to gain, but she was confident enough in where she stood that she could face them well enough. And all the better, considering that they would be the first blood that would be shed by her new lightsaber.
She listened as her master spoke to another ship. Unlike before, this battle wouldn't be just Malvus's army, but the forces of others coming together. A good sign for the future, to be sure. But it meant that she would most likely stay by his side, this time around. No worries in the thought as she knew she'd get more than enough chance to fight with him there. And should she be ordered off with a group on her own, she would be ready for that as well.
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Post by Darth Heritor on Aug 6, 2017 3:18:27 GMT -8
**Darth Heritor emerged from hyperspace in his meditation sphere. Though it lacked the firepower of a destroyer or cruiser, it gave a skilled Sith Master an awesome advantage on the battlefield. It had a consciousness all its own, and with Heritor deep in a meditative link with the Ship, they acted as one. Heritor reached out to the other Sith, the strong Dark Side presences he sensed now, all across the space near Vandelhelm.
Heritor sent encouragement to their darker emotions, urging them to release their anger, to feel its power, to take victory and break their chains, to take the awesome power of the Dark Side and wield it as intended, to crush the enemies of the Sith. No enemy was more hated than the Jedi. And he felt them too, distant and scattered. He didn't feel their fear yet. That would change.
Darth Heritor brought his Ship neatly alongside one of the larger Sith vessels. He would be ready for the assault when the order was given. He hadn't brought a battleship or troopers. He had brought the Dark Side, and it was all the army he needed. He sent waves of anger, rage and seething fury to wash across the ships of the assembled Sith who had all come for the same purpose. To purge.**
I am prepared for the assault, my Lords. **Heritor's communication was more a strong feeling than a comm message. Ship wasn't made like normal vessels. The Dark Side of the Force would convey his meaning to the other Sith. They'd know he was here, and that he was ready.**
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