Garqi's Open Orbit

As the small corvette docked silently and undetected with the Munificent Class Star Frigate, the troops were all apprehensive. After all, through that hatch there could be a billion enemy troops just waiting for them to poke their heads up through the hatch. However, they managed to board undetected before the corvette had to detach in order to help defend the fleet. As they moved carefully through the hallways of the ships, they heard battle droids moving about the ship.
"This is Spectre 2, Spectre 2, I've got super battle droids going down corridor E."
Specrltre 2 pulled back behind a wall as the rest of his team slowly snuck towards him.
"This is Spectre Leader, I want all troops prepared for a fight. We are at the back of the ship. We're gonna have to fight our way forward."
Spectre 3 was the first to reach them, and proceeded to attack them with his electrostaff, taking out one super battle droid.
"This is Spectre 3 I've got contact! Engaging hostiles at the junction of corridors E and F. I make 1 destroyer and 2 super battle droids!
Spectre 4 arrived next, and with a flourish he destroyed the two remaining super battle droids before melting away into the shadows.
This is Spectre 4, I make 1 destroyer.
Spectre 5 lobbed a small EMP around the corner, taking out the droideka.
"This is Spectre 5, I make 0 hostiles. This junction is clear. However, I've recieved word from the fleet. They are saying that Berserker crashed on board this ship. He must be somewhere on board, probably near the hangars."
As they inched forward, they spoke in hushed tones as to not alert the enemy of their location.
"Copy, Spectre 5. We'll keep an eye out for him. Just look for lightsaber cuts and destroyed droids."
As the troops inched along, they began to notice more and more frequent patrols of battle droids.
"Keep moving. So long as we can stay in the shadows, we will be safe."
"This is Spectre 5. I see some droids. Commando droids by the look of it. Oh no, arrrrgggghhhhh!"
There was the sound of laser fire as all the commandos went silent, waiting for the commando droids to pass. Eventually they did. However, they were holding the body of Spectre 5.
"All units, this is Spectre Leader. We lost one. We are nearing the hangar though. Spectre 3, you will take point, the rest of us will cover you."
They reached the doors connecting the hallway which they were in to the hanger. Spectre Leader took a deep breath before speaking again.
"Ok, all units prepare to breach in 3, 2, 1, breach, breach, breach!"
They all breached simultaneously. However, instead of finding droids, they found the destroyed remains of droids and Berserker standing in the hangar.

After depositing Artemis in an escape pod and launching it towards Vlusu's fleet, Spectre Group began to consider what to do next.
"Let's just set the ship's engines to destroy themselves and escape."
"No, let's just use the weapons systems to attack some of the other ships on this side."
"I have a better idea still. Let's just ram this ship into the dreadnaught. Get into escape pods and leave. Then almost all of their capital ships would be destroyed, and he will be able to attain victory."
"Ok, you three get out of here, I'll turn the ship and boost the power. Then I'll get out of here as well."
Spectre's 2, 3, and 4 got into one of the escape pods to wait for the ship to begin its collision course with the dreadnaught. Spectre Leader boosted the engine power, and turned the ship onto a collision course with the Bastion of Death. He then got into the escape pod and jettisoned from the rest of the ship.
Aboard the Avenger
Vlusu sat wondering what would happen if the commandos failed. They would have to call for First Order reinforcements, and tha would be very embarrassing. However, it was at this moment that the star frigate crashed into the Bastion. He sat up and walked to the forward viewports, where he watched in amazement as the dreadnaught was hit dead center, enveloping the middle of the ship in an enormous explosion that blew the ship in half, and subsequently destroyed the two halves. Vlusu began shouting orders again.
"All ships, prepare to engage their last remaining capital ship. Fighter squadron, engage those boarding ships headed for us. All cruisers, frigates, and star destroyers, attack positions, shields double front. You may fire at will."
As the fighter squadron annihalated the boarding ships and their fighter escort, dodging the buzz droids launched from the missiles. Vlusu sat back into his chair, relieved that his mission was a success. They had managed to turn back an enormous invasion of the planet Garqi. He was sure that the Supreme Commander would be pleased. He shook his head. Don't count your chickens before they hatch, he thought. However, the odds were very high that he would win.

"Indeed. Perhaps we will indeed enjoy each others company. You should be glad that I am here to keep watch over this project."
She was indeed very pretty, with eyes the color of the sea and hair that flowed like water over rocks. However, he still was not happy that he was here. Perhaps he could use this to make a statement. Striding off toward the bridge, his guards turned and followed.
"Perhaps you could join me on the bridge... if you can keep up, Doctor Ziegler."

=Approx. One Month Later==
Raith cleaned his blaster for the 5th time that day. He then walked to his lightsaber and carefully wiped the pristine, highly polished surface of it with a fine cloth for the 9th time that day. He then sat in his chair and leaned back, reading a strategy manual that he had written. Truth be told, he was getting bored. Not much had happened around here, and there was nothing to do except watch the Space Station’s construction crawl by at a snails pace. A small number of Angela’s Death Troopers had come on board, and they were camping out in one of the cargo bays. After skimming through the instructional manual, he put it carefully back into the shelf and walked up to the command bridge. There, Angela was observing the construction of the base. Small groups of TIE/fo’s moves through the superstructure of the skeletal frame. Turning to face Angela, he was about to pass a snarky comment about each her hair, but chose not to. Oddly enough though, her guards weren’t with her. Watching over the crew with an eagles eye, he saw nothin out of the ordinary, and instead went to the troop barracks. Here were spotless rows of weapons and armor. He then went to the hangar bay. Things were proceeding as normal. Though normally only TIE predators were kept on board, a rack for TIE/sf fighters had been installed for easier troop movement. Sitting back and watching the bland activities take place, he was drifting asleep when he suddenly heard the familiar shriek of ion engines. One of the three TIE/sf’s on board had suddenly lifted off. Immediately, it tried making a run for the hangar door, but did not get very far, as the refueling cable kept the ship anchored in place. Standing up and walking toward the viewport, he noticed the two of Angela’s men in the cockpit. Originally confused, he wondered what was happening, until the fighter began firing on the other two TIE’s. As troops began engaging the Starfighter, Raith leaned forward, observing the fighter.
“What’s going on here. Why are they firing on us?”
Unknown, sir. They aren’t responding to any transmissions
After taking a few hits, the cable finally broke and the fighter shot out of the hangar bay and raced towards Angela’s Star Destroyer. The massive vessel was already firing at them and was turning to try and bring as many of its guns to bear as possible. Luckily , the ArtiquensClass Frigates were fighting back, along with the Sloane, who had launched all of its fighters in direct opposition to the hordes of TIEs being launched by the Imperial Star Destroyer.

Things had gone from boring to slightly less boring in minutes. Though it wasn’t the sort of work he coveted, it was still fighting nonetheless. Striding into his quarters, he quickly changed into his crimson Stormtrooper armor, grabbed his blaster, and carefully clipped his lightsaber to his belt. He quickly stride up to the bridge, where the Captain was directing fire at the Imperial Star Destroyer. The powerful weapons systems of the Pellaeon-Class Star Destroyer were taking their toll on the aging systems of the older Star Destroyer. Already gathered on the bridge were Raith’s Death Trooper contingent. He saw Angela hanging further back, and he knew deep down she was not used to this sort of front line combat. Though he usually showed no mercy, he found a small amount of it in his heart to be indifferent to the woman. He instead turned to his Death Troopers and the various Stormtrooper captains that had rushed to join them. Gesturing our the window, they had full view of the rapidly disintegrating hulk that was the disabled star destroyer. Raising his arm, the various gun crews stopped firing. He gestured our the window.
“Ordinarily, I would just order that ship destroyed. However, it is directly above the medical facilities half-finished structure. Because of this, we are going to have to board the ship. The Stormtroopers will make an entrance through the main hangar here.”
He gestured to the main hangar on the holographic projection of the ship.
“While myself and the Death Troopers enter through the garbage chute here. The main group of Stormtroopers will be responsible for taking the reactor room and the auxiliary bridge, along with the rest of the ship, while we focus on the command superstructure. Any questions?”
None of the troops said anything, so he put on his helmet.
“Then get to your shuttles.”
As soon as everyone was in their shuttles, they dropped out of the Sloane and headed directly for the Imperial Star Destroyer. Landing with little to no resistance, as all of the troops must have been concentrated in key areas of a ship, troops quickly swarmed over unprotected areas. Soon, however, they arrived at a bulkhead marked “Engineering Deck.” Not hesitating, they blasted through the wall and began moving through the room, conducting sweeps with their gun-mounted flashlights.

Though the crew of the enemy Star Destroyer attempted to escape, it was pointless. The pure white blade of his lightsaber cut through the defenders like they were butter, while the well -trained stormtroopers easily killed off Angela’s troops. While the 7th Division inspected the Star Destroyer, Raith and his Death Troopers returned to the Sloane to meet with Angela.
“I believe I owe you an apology, Director Ziegler. Perhaps this will not be as boring as I thought it would be, and I would like to make a fresh start with you.”