Grand Inquisitor Zariel
The First Order
Make no mistake, war is coming. With all its glory... and all its horror.
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Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Grand Inquisitor Zariel on Jul 19, 2021 5:22:13 GMT -8
Jolin stood with his hands joined before him. The elderly Dark Jedi stood back and watched. He knew the others were more suited for finding Malachor. But as a historian, he would be invaluable at translating and studying the ruins they would find there. A smirk crossed his lips as Maxir and Silas had their out bursts. Young dark siders butting heads was always a good show. He was far to old to wish to waste his time with such petty things, but it was good entertainment all the same. The other three members of the Fallen Four were in their bunks. No need to over crowd the bridge.
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Jan Rogo
The Solenbaran Diarchy
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Post by Jan Rogo on Aug 1, 2021 5:55:57 GMT -8
Rogo tried not to say or do anything that would atract unnnecessary atention to himself, a mere member of the Inquisitorious cadre, still far from the higher echelons of the Dark Side organization. However, he was part of the crew and as such he tried to be atentive to what the Eye could demand of him. They were suposedly looking for a long lost planet of the Sith, but it had been as elusive as he had presumed on the quest's beginned, when debriefed about the task at hand. He missed the thrill of hunting mischevous miscreants in Corporate space, but the commands were clear: all available hands in deck, thus were Executor Zariel's orders and wishes. And thus, one had to keep silent and obey.
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Lucius Vasili
The First Order
"Would you like a lesson in the rules of war?"
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Affiliation: The First Order
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Aug 11, 2021 6:56:56 GMT -8
--It wouldn't be long before the enemy was but debris scattered along the space lanes, finally becoming the trash that they truly were.--
Orders were being given for a general advance as the Diarchy pushed the advantage and smashed through the carcasses of the CSA remnant fleet. However, caution swelled within Saren at this time. Though the egg was cracking, his enemy must have a group of capable persons at his side. He wouldn't have accepted this assignment if he didn't have his allies after all. Suddenly, one of the escort ships blew up as focused turbolasers poured into a sector of his formation. His flagship rocked from the nearby explosion.=Imperial Ensign= Admiral! New contacts! Formation lying at... coordinates 7-7-3-2!These coordinates were located just off to the left and within the debris field. Admiral Saren grits his teeth. Ventor had turned the cracked egg into a fortress to snipe at will. If his ships advanced, the CSA's remaining ships could use the debris as cover. Picking their targets and focusing fire with ease The Imperial motions to his comms officer.New orders! Flush out our enemy with bombers and fighters! Focus firepower on those coordinates to open the way! Have Commodore Zeers keep an eye on our Right Flank in case our enemy attempts a breakthrough!These orders were relayed to the various formations.--Time passed in a blink to Vasili as the destruction took hold. Even from here, he felt as if the screams of their enemy could be heard. Many tried to surrender, now that they had witnessed the strength of the Diarchy. It was, however, a wasted effort as for each on that surrendered, another exploding carcass of a ship entrapped the fleet that continued to press on.
Before long, silence was that existed as the fleet was destroyed or, at the very least, severely damaged. It was the perfect opportunity to move in and mop up to ensure no remained to the tale. As his fleet continued to press in as did the others, explosions caught the Rear-Admiral's attention. Turning his head, he noticed it came from Saren's fleet. Not even a second more before more turbolaser fire was seen, moving about, attacking at all the progressing ships.--
"All, ships, cease movement and stand ready."
--As his teams worked to determine what was happened, Lucius watched intently upon the debris and where the turbolaser fire was coming from. Within the heavy cloud and broken ships, he was able to make out ships that seemed mostly intact. With a smirk and a growl, the Rear-Admiral crossed his arms.--
"Impressive Ventor. There was little that could be done to save all of your fleet, so you gathered up those that continued to heed your orders and allowed the rest to fall, using the debris to hide your remaining ships and lure us closer. It seems you found a ruthless streak in you after all. I would have never imagined you intentionally navigating yourself behind others so they could die in your stead. Perhaps you are desperate to live that whatever honor you had has faltered."
--He then chuckled faintly.--
"Still, this fortress will only delay the inevitable. Your tactics will not be enough. Behold the power of the Solenbaran Diarchy.
--Turning his head, he gave a nod to the communications team, his indication to open a channel. It was but a moment before a line was opened to all ships under his command.--
Attention, all ships of Task Force King Sword. All ships direct your fire at coordinates 7-7-3-2. We will open a hole and block visual with our fleets. The ships that have fallen towards the rear of the enemy fleet, focus your fire and punch a hole from the rear as well. All fighters, move through the debris from the left, bottom, and top. Attack from all direction and use the debris to your advantage. Watch for enemy fighters. Showed them this final act of defiance is nothing more than their dying cries.
--The orders were acknowledged as ships began focusing the assault to eliminate the debris to give their fleets a clear shot. As much as he wanted the chance to end this himself, he would have his fleet clear the way for Admiral Saren.-- |
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Vidarr Saren
The First Order
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Affiliation: First Order
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Post by Vidarr Saren on Dec 3, 2021 10:59:55 GMT -8
Lucius Vasili Once more, the coordination of the more experienced Imperial officers of the Diarchy would prove to be the decisive factor in battle. The Corporate Sector Authority’s leadership, namely in the military, had long been eroded by promotions through bribes or inexperienced commanders that knew nothing better than to enforce the law and keep pirates at bay. Ventor was perhaps one of the very few that took commanding seriously and learned how to battle the Diarchy on their own terms. He had proven himself a capable defensive commander after all, with this new battlefield proving that continued resourceful.
Yet with every rising sun, it would set. Today was the day that sun set on Ventor. As the bombardment against the debris continued, and the seasoned pilots of the Diarchy wove in and out of the mess, a transmission was eventually relayed on an emergency channel for all to hear. When it was accepted, there would be a male’s voice, offering surrender. He identified himself as Ventor, commander of the CSA fleet. For a moment, even Saren considered responding, but something seemed off. Ensign, scan the debris.The officer nods as the transmission was relayed. The flagship's sensors began to scan around the debris, finding much hot and smoldering wreckage across what had been the formation of the enemy. Then a ping went off as something was detected to have moved slightly. The Ensign turns to report the objected detected in the southern half of the sphere of debris, lower part of the right flank.Get me Commodore Zeers!The Imperial commander relayed new orders to Zeers who open fired on the flank he was holding. Something was definitely off and he needed to find out what it was. Starfighters went down to find a handful of shuttles, hiding in the debris. The emergency channel was cut off suddenly with another male’s voice speaking in a far more defeated tone.=Real Ventor= I surrender… to the victorious Diarchy.Having his plot to escape been foiled, with what remained of loyal CSA officers, Ventor knew he had no choice but to surrender. His ruse had failed to gain even the slightest wink from the Diarchy. Saren was pleased to hear. So he communicated with Vasili.Care to take our new prisoner into your hull or shall I have that honor, Rear-Admiral? I suspect the two of you have a bit to chat about in terms of who had the better mind when it came to the supporting the right side of this conflict.
Silas Darkstar Maxir turned on Darkstar. If his mask wasn’t hiding his face, there would be a visible grimace at the remarks of this sorcerer. Beneath the helmet, a scoff was heard, directly at the Dark Jedi. He needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut at times. =Maxir= Silence you.He remarks sharply before turning to the officer who quickly bowed his head and went back to examining the sensor readings. This was now the second week since they had departed to search for Malachor V. It almost felt like they were doing an expedition into the Unknown Region rather than finding a planet that the galaxy knew of already. Taking a moment to think, Maxir issues a command.=Maxir= Begin a sweep of Sector B-47 through B-50. And have Gredarr come up. It’s his turn to meditate.
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