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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 19, 2016 18:34:10 GMT -8
- Principle Authors: Viox Savage , Cain Dracus , @valliussavage , Xander Savage, Larissa Novax
- Who can post in this thread? Only those listed above. Additional characters may be added later.
- Do I wish to receive Critical Responses? Doesn't matter.
- Do standard Universe Rules apply? No
- Timeframe: Alternate
AftermathSet during the final battle between Supreme Overlord Xander Savage's Imperial Sovereign House of Savage and Vallius Savage's Independent Alliance, after the events of: Fall of the ISHS/Rise of the Independent Alliance.
With the defeat of ISHS Forces over Dromund Kaas, Xander gathered what resources he still had and fled back to Rhommamool, the place where it had all started. With the Second Imperial Fleet in tatters, the Imperial Navy was routed in orbit over Dromund Kaas. Surface resistance was still strong but a portion of the Independent Alliance fleet remained behind to continue pacifying the Imperial stronghold. Upon learning of Xander's whereabouts, the Independent Alliance gave pursuit. Arriving at Rhommamool, the Independent Alliance encountered the Imperial Vanguard Fleet as well as the Imperial Home Fleet waiting for them. Xander was making his final stand here, in one last defiant attempt to prove he was the all powerful Supreme Overlord. Both fleets were backed by the Fighter Pilot Academy (FPA) as well as four FireStar Orbital Defense Platforms and the GTO array planet side. The Independent Alliance was going to have it's work cut out for it, though years of careful planning up to this point had prepared them for anything and everything the Empire could throw at them. There was even a few old friends lending their aid to stop Xander once and for all... |
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 21, 2016 22:00:20 GMT -8
Rhommamool, High Orbit. On board the Venator-Class Star Destroyer Savage Wrath.
Garbed in his usual attire of a black zeyd-cloth tunic with a black armoweave cloak over top, Viox Savage stood on the bridge of the Venator, Savage Wrath as it exited the swirling confines of hyperspace. The entirety of the Bloodied Spirit Fleet was supporting the Independent Alliance's remaining fleet. And with time, Savage expected his apprentice's fleet to join them as well.
So this was where his father wished to make his final stand? he thought to himself.
He snorted in disgust.
Rhommamool had been the birthplace of the Tyrian Triumvirate, many years ago. It has also served to be the birthplace of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage. And from there, Xander had expanded his Empire. Consuming everything within the Expanse to fuel his conquest of the galaxy. Much of the Expanse was made up of former New Order of the Eye colonies, however, with the dissolution of their leadership many of the colonies under their control were left to their own devices. This made them easy marks for Xander and his tyrannical ambitions. Once the NOE colonies had been pacified and assimilated under the ISHS banner, he set his sights on Osarian, the Jedi stronghold world that had always been a thorn in the former Triumvirate's side. After building an armada, Xander loosed damnation upon the Jedi world. And Osarian's defenders, while valiant and strong, stood little chance against his onslaught. Once the Jedi had been purged from Osarian, Xander quickly took advantage of the lush world. And with Osarian in his grasp, the rest of the Expanse soon fell to his might. It had been a quick thing, the fall of the Expanse. Xander's will was enforced brutally and efficiently. With his vision of what his Empire was going to be, there was no room for error. Ruling with an iron fist, worlds either fell to his Empire, fueling him on to future victories, or they were made an example of. Which resulted in the massacre of several worlds. Once the population was eradicated, Xander would take the planet anyways. And soon, resistance against him faltered. Which was how he was able to continue his galactic conquest unabated. That was until Viox decided to turn against Xander. After watching countless worlds fall and burn simply because they refused Xander's reign, Viox had started planning. He recruited his son, along with several smugglers he was known to associate with, and tasked them with finding and building a resistance. A next to impossible task, given Xander's brutality, but after ten years of working tirelessly in rooting out those who opposed, the Independent Alliance was born. Vallius Savage was it's figurehead. Viox was pulling the strings from the shadows. And then the assault on Dromund Kaas came. Xander may have expected a revolution, however, he hadn't expected the size of the Independent Alliance's fleets nor had he foreseen his son's betrayal. And now it came down to this. The final fight. Though the Empire was far from defeated, once Xander himself was dead, there would be no figurehead powerful enough to maintain the Empire's current holdings. And as the Independent Alliance continued to push against the Empire, it would collapse in on itself due to the vacuum of power that would be left behind. Viox was the heir to the Empire. Xander hadn't selected anyone else to take his place. He had always said that the throne to his Empire belonged to a Sith. One that would stop at nothing to achieve the Empire's goals. And no one filled that description.
Despite his inner musings on the Empire, he was brought back to the present when one of the bridge crew spoke up.
"Sir! The FPA and the FireStars will keep us from attaining orbital superiority. And the GTO relays will keep up from maintaining that superiority, should we manage to achieve it. Orders?"
Savage grinned malevolently.
His crew saw an impossible situation with no easy way out. But what they didn't know was the fact that he had been counting on his father to retreat here. And his father had done exactly as he had suspected.
"Upload the encrypted comm package Bladedancer to the FPA. Upload encrypted comm package Zhaboka to Novax Field. Once that his finished, have the fleet move up and engage the Imperial Home Fleet and prepare the Wrath for a micro-hyperspace jump into low orbit over Novax Field."
If anyone had any doubts about what was going to happen next, no one said a word. Instead, they carried out with their orders.
"Sir! Both comm packages are away."
Savage nodded in acknowledgment as he spun on his heel and strode over to the raised platform that held his Command Chair. He seated himself in the chair and picked up his handheld data pad.
"Power up the deflectors to maximum. Divert all power from non-essential systems to keep the shields at full strength. Nav. I have a set of coordinates for our jump. Upload them now and get us underway."
The time for child's play was over. It was now time to truly test what remained of his father's Empire. As the rest of Bloodied Spirit Fleet moved up to engage the Imperials, the Wrath angled away from the main group towards the planet.
With this bold tactic, he only got one shot at it. Once the Imperials realized what he was about to do, the Wrath would become the main target of the entire enemy fleet as well as the GTO array planet side.
Savage rose from his seat and began issuing orders and he moved to the lift that would allow him to leave the bridge.
"Initiate the countdown timer for the jump. Tac, get teams Alpha through Sierra prepped and ready for a combat insertion. Once the pods are launched, command of this ship is with Commander Book."
Several "Aye sirs" rang out as the lift doors slide shut and the lift descended towards the belly of the ship.
Savage had allotted himself just enough time to get to the drop pods and get strapped in once he had given the order to jump. He was getting to the surface of the planet with the initial wave, and no one was going to get in his way.
The lift slowed and came to a halt. Savage exited the lift and moved down the corridor towards the drop bay. Nineteen hard drop Sith Troopers teams were set and ready to go by the time he arrived. He made his way over to the final pod and climbed in. He sealed it shut and strapped himself in. The ship shuddered as it exited hyperspace in atmosphere over Novax Field. The comm in his pod crackled once, indicating they were as good to go as they'd ever be. A green light winked on and the bay doors opened. And with a sudden falling sensation within the pit of his stomach, his drop pod was released from its berth...
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Post by Xander Savage on Jun 26, 2016 19:03:44 GMT -8
The time had come for his Empire to fall. It had spanned the galaxy for nearly the last decade. And now it was being laid to waste. Everything he had sought to achieve. Everything he had managed to accomplish. All being burned down by his traitorous son and his recently discovered grandson. A wise and deceptive move on Viox's part. He knew that if Xander had discovered the young Vallius much sooner, things would have played out much differently then they currently were.
Xander sat calmly upon the floor of his Penthouse, legs crossed and eyes closed. The lights were dimmed to allow the Overlord to meditate upon the events unfolding around him.
His Penthouse resided at the top of the Imperial Council Hall. Formerly the domain of the previous governor of the planet, it now served Xander's needs just fine. Admittedly, this must have been what Kalen had felt during his demise all those years ago. But this situation was different. Xander's Empire wasn't stagnant and weak. But that was hardly the point.
The elderly Grand Moff avatar of the A.I, Warden Savage, shimmered to life on the holo-pedestal near the seated Overlord. The A.I made a noise that would resemble clearing his throat, although such gestures were unnecessary for the A.I.
"Apologies for the intrusion, mi'lord. But the Independent Alliance had just emerged in orbit. Being led by Lord Savage's fleet, I might add."
Xander chuckled, but remained seated on the floor. Legs still crossed, eyes still closed.
"They are fools. The lot of them. We have the superior force. It won't be long before my son and his precious Independent Alliance is routed."
The A.I nodded in agreement, however it continued to speak.
"It may not be that simple. The Savage Wrath beamed two comm packages off to our forces before it performed a micro hyperspace jump below the orbital line. I was unable to catch the packages before they were sent. The first one was sent to the FPA and it contained a virus. The FPA is currently experiencing several system failures. Novax Field received the second package. It too is experiencing widespread system failures. I've already tried all of our usual countermeasures to stop the virus and reset the affected systems. Nothing is working. And to make matters worse, the Wrath jettisoned one hundred fifteen drop pods over Novax Field."
At the A.I's final statement, Xander's eyes snapped open. His upper lip was curled into a sneer.
"Of course. My son is much more devious and clever than we ever credited him for...meet me in the War Room in ten minutes. If my son is pulling out all stops, then I must be commanding my forces."
Xander then rose to his feet while the A.I's avatar bowed and dissipated from the pedestal. Xander then donned his velvety armorweave cloak and exited his Penthouse, heading towards the lifts that would take him to the War Room.
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Post by Viox Savage on Jun 26, 2016 19:42:33 GMT -8
One hundred fourteen orbital drop pods followed Savage's pod through the atmosphere of Rhommamool. The turbulent winds buffeted the pods, but the held true on course.
Even with Xander having time to prepare for their arrival, he wasn't prepared to deal with what Savage had concocted for him. The mutating virus algorithm was just one of the many tricks to slow the Empire's response down. Knowing full well that Xander had an A.I construct at his disposal, Savage had to get creative. The algorithms were only meant to slow the Empire's initial response, not halt them. Once the A.I figured out how Savage had set the viruses up, he would tear them apart. But not before Savage and the Independent Alliance managed to gain a foothold on the planet's surface.
With barely seven hundred meters before impacting the sandy dunes outside the walls of Novax Field, the emergency air brakes engaged, rapidly slowing the pod until it impacted with the sand. A tooth-jarring THUD could be heard and felt at the pod came to rest in the sand. Resonant THUD's could be heard as the other pods made landfall.
With Zhaboka disrupting several systems in Novax Field, Savage and his nineteen teams of six Sith Trooper Commandos would be able to breach the Field and disable the local GTO array. Disabling the planet side aspects of the FPA would also serve to hinder the Empire's ability to maintain orbital superiority.
The hatch blew open on Savage's pod, giving him his first harsh breath of arid desert air in months. Emerging from the pod, Savage strode towards the northern wall of Novax Field. He pinged the Commando teams as he went.
"You know your objectives. Complete them as quickly as you can. And slaughter any Imperial sympathizers you encounter."
Several acknowledgements pinged in response to his orders. As he marched towards the Field, four Commando teams formed up on him and accompanied him on his way. Once they reached the wall, the demolitions experts blew a sizable hole through it. Alarms and sirens rang out upon breaching the wall. Savage barked his orders once more to the four teams accompanying him.
"Alpha, take the barracks. Cut the head off of their reinforcments. Bravo, move to disrupt and jam any incoming comms on Imperial channels. Charlie, take out the ground side FPA operations. Delta, push to the far hangars. Secure and hold them at all costs."
More acknowledgments rang off his comm. Savage pulled his cloak tighter and made his way across the Field towards the Residential Towers. Upon reaching Residential Tower 082, the Imperials were moving to intercept him. Two squads of white plastoid armored Stormtroopers approached him. Beneath his cowl, he grinned malevolently. Instead of shooting him on sight, they were trying to apprehend him. Savage altered his path, moving straight at the approaching Stormtroopers.
"Halt! By order of the Overlord, we are to take you into custody."
And that's all he needed to hear. Savage sprang into action. He took one Force-assisted leap into the air, shed his cloak and summoned his double-bladed saber hilt to his hand. He closed his mechanical left hand around the hilt and ignited both blades. He spun the blade in a defensive screen in front on himself, deflecting blaster fire away from him. With years on training, Savage moved with precision, deflecting blaster shots away from himself while still moving towards the Stormtroopers. Upon reaching the nearest one, he summoned the Force. Using it to pluck the trooper off the ground, he hoisted the trooper up and flung him as hard as he could towards the next one. That's when he moved again. Using the Force to speed up his reactions, he sprinted through the group of Stormtroopers, hacking and slashing outwards, all the while still deflecting the blaster bolts the came too close. Sweat began to bead on his brow. His hearts began to beat faster. Now he was in rhythm. Step, slash, step, block, pivot, slash, step, block, and so on and so forth. Savage repeated this process for several more seconds, until all Stormtroopers were on the ground in various states of dismemberment. Savage, breathing deeper than normal, extinguished his saber blades and returned the hilt to his belt. As he approached the main entrance to the Tower, he gathered up the Force in his right hand, then released it outwards upon the doors. The blast of kinetic energy impacted with the doors and blew them inwards. Glass, concrete and the mangled durasteel door frame rained in to the lobby of the Tower. Savage's boots crunched on the debris as he moved to the lift that would take him up to his former living quarters...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 21:26:14 GMT -8
Rhommamool. High Orbit. Independent Alliance Fleet: Hammer of Truth. On board Viscount-Class Star Defender Invincible
Vallius stood on the bridge of the Invincible, arms crossed over his chest. He frowned as he noticed the defenses of Rhommamool stirring.
With his fleet of nineteen and his father's fleet of seventeen, they stood evenly matched ship wise against the Empire. It was the other defenses that posed a large problem. The FPA alone could whittle away the combined fleet of thirty-six within hours, if they were to allow it to engage them. And the Ground-to-Orbit relay planetside would keep them from attaining orbital superiority. If the FPA and both Imperial Fleets remained in low orbit of the planet, screened by the GTO relay, then they could outlast the Independent Alliance indefinitely. Hopefully his father's crazy, albeit daring plan worked. If he was able to cripple the ground side operations of the FPA, they would be blinded to everything aside from what their short range sensors could pick up. Which would render the formidable battle station nearly useless. Which suited Vallius just fine.
Vallius:"Keep us out of their range until my father signals us. I am not moving into weapons range of any of their orbital or planetary defenses until I am certain we can win."
And with that, Vallius continued to survey the scene, waiting for the signal to proceed. Hopefully the Imperials would decide to wait until then, but if they didn't, he was ready to alert his father's apprentice, Cain Dracus. If Dracus was notified, his fleet would jump into low orbit over the planet as a distraction. Vallius hoped he didn't have to make that call. He had earned the leadership position of the Independent Alliance all on his own by making decisions his people respected and approved of. He wasn't about to betray that kind of trust by throwing it all down the drain now. After the dust settled, there would still be a galaxy to piece back together regardless of how this ended.
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Post by Xander Savage on Sept 20, 2016 13:24:55 GMT -8
Rhommamool. High Orbit. On the bridge of the Executor-Class Star Dreadnaught, Eternal Damnation.
The Eternal Damnation was at the head of the Imperial Vanguard Fleet. Fleet Admiral Carter Jericho was at the helm. His crew of tactical officers were bringing in reports.
"Sir, the FPA is experiencing several system disruptions. They are unable to assist us at this time."
Jericho's fist clenched. He had been relying upon having the FPA backing the fleets. Without their support, this was going to be very messy for both sides. And then the next report came in.
"Sir! The Savage Wrath just jumped below the orbital line. Orders, sir?"
So, Xander's son was playing it recklessly. That suited him just fine. The Wrath would make for the perfect example of what the GTO array was capable of. Jericho's voice boomed as he issues orders.
"Have both fleets move up and engage the enemy. Launch all fighters. And get me a line to GTO Control."
The crew carried out their orders.
Rhommamool. Novax Field. GTO Control Center.
Major Kurt Yuri was the man in charge of the local GTO array. Fleet Admiral Jericho's hologram appeared in the main tactical table.
"Admiral. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
The image of Jericho frowned.
Cut the formailties, Major. You have an enemy ship on your doorstep, engaging in surface activities. I want you to knock it out of the sky before it can retreat back up here. Do I make myself clear, Major?
Yuri paused and glanced over to the ensigns running the targeting computers. One of them gave him the thumbs up. Yuri turned to the Admiral.
"Understood Admiral. We'll give that ship something to think about."
Jericho nodded grimly.
See that you do. And do NOT think of failing me. Otherwise you will find yourself at the mercy of the Overlord himself.
And with that, the Fleet Admiral's image disappeared. Yuri snorted in disgust. He hated Jericho. But he also knew of the Overlord's mercy. Not something he wanted to witness first hand.
"Get me a firing solution on that ship. Unlock local cannons R-1 though S-5 and prepare to fire on my command."
After a few moments of furious typing and several pings from the cannons themselves, an ensign spoke up.
"Major! GTO relays R-1 through S-5 have a lock and are ready to fire on your mark."
The Major grinned. Now things were going to get interesting.
"Fire!" He bellowed.
Around Novax Field, the corresponding GTO cannons fired two rounds each skyward.
Rhommamool. Imperial City of Exodus. Imperial Council Hall.
Xander stood at the head of the table, his War Room advisors seated around it. The Warden was present via a holo-pedestal, giving a status update.
"Mi'lord, the Wrath was able to launch ground troops, lead by Lord Savage himself. They have breached the Field and are systematically shutting down FPA ground side operations as well as the local GTO network. All security forces are responding, but it isn't enough. We will need military support."
Xander frowned.
"Send what is available to counter the threat without pulling any of our reserves from Exodus. I want my son captured alive, if at all possible and his little excursion shut down. We cannot afford to lose Novax Field this soon into the engagement. We lose the Field and the Independents have a foothold on my planet."
The Warden agreed.
"Agreed. Losing Novax Field would severely hamper out ability to counter any more incoming threats. I am dispatching the 109th Imperial Defense Force to Novax Field. I will update you once they arrive on scene."
And with that, the planning continued, as the remains of the Empire fought against the Alliance.
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 7, 2016 21:27:14 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Low Orbit. Venator-Class Star Destroyer, Savage Wrath.
The Wrath hung in low orbit above Novax Field. It still hadn't made the jump back up into high orbit yet. And there was a reason for it. Though at this exact moment, with alarms shrieking and lights flashing frantically, Commander Aberose Book was having a hard time understanding the reason. An ensign from the tactical salon spoke up, panic creeping into his voice.
"Sir! Novax Field GTO relays have targeted us and fired. Twenty rounds inbound!"
Book paled visibly, which was quite the feat for the dark skinned man. All he had time to do was holler out to the crew.
"Brace for impact!"
And then the ship shuddered violently. Twenty rounds from the Ground-to-Orbit cannons on the surface were impacting with the belly of the ship. The first several impacts were nauseating, but bearable. The last handful of rounds were the ones that caused problems. Crewmen were thrown to the deck. Lights flickered and several conduits on the bridge exploded in a shower of sparks. Half a dozen monitors went dark. As Book clambered back to his feet, brushing himself off and lightly dabbing the gash on his forehead with a handkerchief, he hollered out for a status report.
"Status! Now!"
"Sir, the blast knocked out our hyperdrive and overloaded secondary coolant pumps."
As soon as the engine station was done reporting, another officer was already reporting in their damage assessment.
"Several capacitors overloaded and had to be reset. We've lost all our forward batteries."
"Sir! Hull breaches on lower aft decks 5, 8 and 12. Multiple wounded and several small fires. Damage Control teams are responding now. Wounded are being evacuated to the nearest med bays. Once damage control has the fires under control, we'll seal off all affected areas and reroute all affected systems through bypass."
Book frowned as a medic tried to tend to him. He batted the medic's hands away for a moment.
"Divert all possible power to the engines and lower deflector shields. We need to get the hell out of this position now. We've taken one barrage to keep the Imperials happy. Now it's time to get back into the real fight. Engines, get me as much speed as your can. Sensors, drop the dummies to confuse the GTO tracking systems. It should buy us enough time to get out of their range."
Several 'Aye sirs' rang out as the damaged vessel began to move out of its former position above Novax Field. Hopefully they wouldn't have to take another one for the team during this fight, otherwise this battle could be a lot shorter than Lord Savage had expected.
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Post by Xander Savage on Oct 26, 2016 0:08:44 GMT -8
Rhommamool. 109th Imperial Defense Force en route to Novax Field.
The seventy-five various armored walkers stationed in Exodus trudged across the crimson dunes, destined for Novax Field. Rerouted from their original positions in the Imperial City of Exodus, the walkers were to support and reinforce the field, hoping to put an end to the current surface activities that the Independent Alliance was occupied with. As the walkers continued their trek, fifty TIE Hunters and seventy-five TIE Defenders soared through the clouds, rapidly approaching Novax Field. With no fighter support, the incoming Imperial air support would quickly establish superiority in the skies above the Field. Escorting over several dozen transports carrying four hundred fifty soldiers, the 109th was fully committed to its task of securing Novax Field and putting an end to the Independents small ground movement with extreme prejudice...
Rhommamool. Novax Field. GTO Control Center.
Major Yuri and his team were currently celebrating their successful attack on the Venator hanging in low orbit. As they readied another barrage, one of the ensigns spoke up.
"Sir! The Wrath is moving off.
Yuri diverted his attentions to the main screen.
"Prep the cannons and fire again! Bring that Venator out of the sky!"
"Aye sir. Prepping cannons now. Acquiring new firing solution. Sixty seconds until we are ready to fire again."
Major Yuri eagerly turned his attentions to the main screen once more, with anticipation. Soon that Venator wouldn't be an issue. And the Alliance will have lost their only ship engaged in surface activities, making them seriously reconsider another attempt at surface activities over Novax Field. As the countdown timer burned away the seconds until the cannons were ready to fire, the entire station lost power. Emergency lights winked on as alarms sounded. Yuri angrily smashed his fist down on the table before him.
"What in blazes just happened?!?"
But no one had a response for him, as they frantically scrambled to regain power to the station before the Wrath moved out of range of the current cannons targeting it...
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Post by Viox Savage on Oct 26, 2016 1:02:16 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Novax Field. Sanctuary.
Savage had since made his way to his living quarters in Residential Tower 082. Having taken a secondary lift down to his sublevel Sanctuary, he now stood in the War Room at the head of the holo table. Though his main War Council was currently engaged with other activities, those that remained were prepared to do whatever it took to topple Xander's Empire. Savage waved his hand over the holotable, turning it on. A holographic map of Novax Field and the surrounding terrain was being displayed. A blip of red was moving towards the Field.
"Is our counter offensive ready?"
A Colonel nodded.
"Yes sir. Just give the word and they'll move out as ordered."
Savage nodded.
"Initiate Phase Two of our ground side operation. Alert Corvin Ahlan and his Rogues. It's time for them to do their part..."
Arkanis nodded, then motioned to the comm officer. The comm officer nodded and relayed the message to Corvin Ahlan, a former Sergeant Major in the late Lord-General Praxus' army. After Praxus' death, Ahlan left the Rhommamoolian Armed Forces and created an underground movement that supported the Triumvirate: The Redhaven Rogues. Over the past two months, Corvin and his allies had gathered troops, weapons, walkers, fighters and whatever else the could get their hands on to fight against Xander and his Empire. And now they would be putting their collected goods to use.
Rogue Leader, this is Command. Operation: Dust Up is a go. You have the green light to engage. Good luck and good hunting.
Thirty-five miles southeast of Novax Field, in the ruins of the former Crimson Order headquarters, sixty TIE Hunters launched from the partially cleared hangar bay, overlooking the Crimson Gorge. As the fighters launched, ten miles north of the former Crimson Order headquarters, at the basin of the glass crater created during the orbital strike on the Rising Sun Laboratory Complex, the earth shifted beneath the polished glass crater. As the ground shifted, the glass cracked and splintered. And then it exploded upwards, as thirty Canderous-Class Assault Tanks and fifteen AT-TE's emerged from within the crater. Three years ago, work had commenced beneath the crater, hollowing out the earth and paving the way for this very moment. The armored column of tanks and walkers began their trek on an intercept course for the 109th Imperial Defense Force. Once the fighters were cleared, several Gamma-Class ATR 6 Assault Transports followed them, carrying Ahlan and his men. Corvin stood near the ramp, ready to disembark. He spoke to his men.
"It's been an honor to see our beloved General's men be put to good use all these years. We've made the old Bakuran proud. But now, now we prove to Overlord Savage that the ways of the Triumvirate will still triumph over any Empire! We will show him that we are still the best thing that has ever happened to this planet! And we will kick his big blue ass off of our world, once and for all! For the Triumvirate! For General Praxus! For the Independents!"
The Rogue Hunters managed to intercept the lumbering armored column of the 109th and opened up, causing them to slow to a stop as the fought back. The Gamma Transports weren't far behind, adding their firepower to the fray. And then the Canderous Assault Tanks were within range and that's when all hell broke loose...
Rhommamool. Novax Field. Sanctuary.
Savage stood, observing the map. He watched the green blips that were Ahlan's Rogues as they engaged with the red blips that were the Imperials. And he grinned. His father had underestimated him for the last time. He was going to win here. He swiped the map, moving over to Novax Field. As he enlarged it, it glanced over to Colonel Arkanis.
"Colonel. Have the HK units move forward to their objective. Cut the power to the GTO Control Center."
The Colonel nodded and once again motioned to the comms officer. This time, instead of opening a comm channel, the officer's hands were a blur of movement over the keyboard. After a few moments of issuing commands, the officer turned back to the Colonel.
"The HK Units are moving into place. They will have completed their objective within the next few minutes."
Savage nodded. The HK Units were whatever had remained from the Rising Sun Laboratory. Salvaged from the sub levels that survived the orbital strike that leveled most of the facility. The HK Units had been the primary defense against the Dracus outbreak within the lab, all those years ago. As operations to hollow out beneath the Memorial Crater had begun, these droids had been discovered. After some repairs, they had been fully functional. One week ago, Corvin's agents had placed them strategically around the GTO Control Center, switching them to standby until prompted to carry out their orders. It was amazing what became useful when one wanted to sabotage and dismantle an Empire...Savage turned to the Colonel as he received an update from the Comm Officer monitoring the HK Units.
"Sir. The power has been cut and the GTO Control Center is currently offline. Shall we proceed?"
Savage nodded.
"Contact Commander Book and have him deploy all of the Wrath's fighters to Novax Field. Have all ground teams follow them down. Once all of her fighters and ground assets have been deployed, have the Wrath head back up to the fleet and signal both Vallius and Cain. It's time to really put the pressure on..."
The Colonel nodded and began to carry out the next step of their plan to wipe out Xander's Empire...
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Post by Xander Savage on Oct 27, 2016 14:29:22 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Imperial City of Exodus. Imperial Council Hall. War Room.
The elderly Grand Moff avatar of the A.I Warden Savage sprang to life with an update.
"Mi'lord. The 109th has been intercepted en route to Novax Field. It would appear as though Lord Savage was prepared for us...also, the Wrath appears to have launched its full complement of fighters and ground troops, destined for Novax Field. And the local GTO Control Center at the Field has been taken offline..."
White hot rage seethed within the Zabrak.
"Curse him! It is becoming clearer that my son knows our playbook too well. We need to change up our tactics to throw him off. Alert the 105th stationed at Novax Field. Have them intercept the Wrath's fighters and troop transports. None are to make it to the surface. Ready our reserve forces in Redhaven and prepare to move the to the Field. It is clear that my son is not focused on anything other than Novax Field. If he controls that location, he may actually succeed in routing our forces. Have our reserves in Exodus prepare to move out as well. If he's anticipating all of our moves, then I will become more drastic in my advances. Inform Grand Admiral Jericho and ensure he is fully engaged with the Alliance's fleet. We need to prevent them from gaining any more ground..."
The A.I nodded.
"Understood sir. The 105th has been notified and Colonel Rowe in Redhaven will be on the move shortly."
Xander slammed his hands down on the holotable, staring intently at the map of Novax Field. He knew where his son was commanding from. His Sanctuary. It was always a place he sought to retreat to. And now it was looking more and more like Xander needed to make a move against his son directly. Much sooner then he anticipated. Xander straightened up.
"Signal General Von Bled and his team. I want them inserted at the Field and sent to Viox's Sanctuary. Execute everyone inside and capture my son."
The A.I paused for a moment.
"Yes sir. Alerting the General now. They'll be dispatched to Novax Field as soon as their transport is ready."
Xander nodded in acknowledgement. If anyone had a chance of breaching Viox's Sanctuary, it was Von Bled and his team of genetically augmented soldiers. Viox had a run in with the General during the fall of the Triumvirate. And Xander knew he had been itching for some payback ever since. That kind of anger was exactly what he needed right now. Though if this battle continued to rage on Viox's terms, then Xander knew he'd be in trouble. But with changing up his tactics, perhaps he could pull off something Viox had not been anticipating. Such as a direct strike on his base of operations...
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 2, 2016 22:27:15 GMT -8
Rhommamool. Novax Field. Savage's Sanctuary.
Still standing at the head of the holo-table, Viox Savage observed the battle raging between his rag-tag offense and the Imperial defenders. So far everything was progressing as planned. Still, Viox's face remained grim. It would take every trick, feint, counterattack and other ploy at his disposal to completely free Rhommamool of Imperial rule. As he continued to study the battle as it progressed, his A.I unit decided to make an appearance. The ghostly avatar that was Rampant Savage sprang to life on the holo-table.
"My lord. I have news. The Warden has contacted several reserves and are sending them this way. Among those reserves is General Flak Von Bled...Xander intends to strike directly at the heart of your operations. Which is to say, right here."
Savage scowled darkly.
His father was growing bolder. More aggressive. Reckless. His plan was working. But a direct strike against him, that seemed excessive. And he knew that Von Bled had been chomping at the bit for the better part of twenty years at an opportunity to move against him.
Savage pressed a button on the keypad. A few moments later, Major Locklear entered the room. The Shadowtrooper paused before Savage and bowed his head. Savage ignored the display of respect and addressed him.
"Major. Are your men prepared?"
Locklear wasted no time in offering his response.
"Sir! Yes sir!"
Savage nodded in approval.
"Perfect. I want every entrance into my Sanctuary guarded with as many men as you can spare, understood? The Overlord is sending his mutants to come play. We need to show them that even genetic mutations aren't a match for the power of the dark side. You have trained for this. You are ready. Move out, Major."
Without waiting for Major Locklear's response, Savage spoke to the A.I.
"I have every faith in the Major and his men. Even so, I would appreciate it if you took the liberty of having the emergency exit prepared for an immediate evacuation."
The A.I bowed in acknowledgement.
"Is there anything else?"
Savage sighed, not really wanting to issue the next order, but he knew he needed to. There was simply no being too cautious when it came to his father.
"Prepare Site Bravo. Alpha may become compromised. And my father thinks that if he strikes at me here, he'll cripple our groundside operations. Let's let him keep thinking that...and alert all of our ground side forces that should an attack come, there will be a temporary comm blackout. Contact will be reestablished on secure channel Eight-Two-Six Tango."
The A.I bowed once more and dissipated from the holo-table. Savage sighed again. Hopefully he had prepared enough to counter every move his father made, or stay one step ahead of him. With Rampant monitoring their systems, it gave him the advantage. If Rampant were to be discovered by this Warden, then he would lose his A.I, and right now he was heavily relying on it. He hated the fact that he was, but nothing could change that right now. He needed every advantage, however temporary, to keep the upper hand against his father.
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