Muunilinst's Open Orbit

The TIE Hunter that held Cain Dracus, streaked through the lower wisps of Muunilinst's atmosphere, the shot straight for the Legacy of the Void. A meeting with his former master was in order before he was to depart to places unknown. Within the span of several minutes, Cain had docked with the Void and was now stalking its halls until he reached the bridge. His former master stood before the main view port, clearly not surprised by the arrival of his former apprentice. Instead of his traditional garb of the Sith, Viox was dressed in a grey Imperial Navy uniform. It was a rather odd sight, to see his former master dressed in such a fashion, but ultimately it was irrelevant to the reason he was here.

Cain Dracus:"Lord Savage. I come here at your bidding, yet the Grand General has never heard of me. While I am used to such deception from you, I was nearly in danger of being apprehended and incarcerated. But you neglect to remember my bargaining chip...."

At the mention of a bargaining chip, Viox turned around to face Cain. His former mentor's face remained neutral, hands clasped behind his back.

Viox Savage:"You come up here in a rage and decided that the wisest course of action would be to direct it towards me, all while mentioning that you have once again made the arrangements to loose that...abomination...upon the galaxy once more."Viox's neutral face cracked into a malevolent grin."It appears as though you still have much to learn, my very ignorant apprentice..."

And as Viox trailed off, he began to turn back to face the main view port, but at the last second, he spun back to face Cain, right hand extended, index finger and thumb forming a vise. Anger was the only emotion he could read on his former master's face as he felt himself being slowly hoisted off the deck, windpipe being spowly crushed by a strong, invisible hand. The edges of Cain's vision began to blur, then became tunneled as he struggled against the invisible tendrils of the Force. He was drowning in darkness...this was it. His last, foolish mistake. Why did he think he had the power to stand up to his former master and walk away? Of course he would never be able to stand against Viox, especially if he didn't want Cain to. The pressure on his windpipe lessened enough to allow him several shallow, ragged gasps of air. And then his former master's rage exploded.

Viox Savage:"How dare you storm up here and attempt to threaten me! I am the one who gave you a second chance at life instead of leaving you to die! I am the one who can just as easily take your pathetic life away! I OWN you!"

And before he knew what was happening, Viox had increased his grip around Cain's throat, then threw him against the bulkhead that led to the lift. Without having a chance to brace himself for the incoming blow, Cain slammed heavily into the bulkhead, leaving a large indentation in it, then clattering to the floor, gasping for air, coming out in harsh, sharp metallic wheezes. Now Cain was livid. He felt the hot rage boil up within him and threaten to over take him. Remaining on the floor several seconds longer, Cain regained enough strength and will to rise to his feet. He shakily extended his clawed left hand. The air between his splayed fingers snapped and crackled as he let loose a torrent of blue-white electricity, aimed directly at his former master...

The Fury Class Intercetor carrying Lord Xakire broke the atmosphere of Muuninst and headed for Lord Xakire's flagship the Victory

As the Interceptor docked with the Victory Xakire headed to his bridge and turned to his Comms officer.

"Sublieutenant, send a message to the Legacy of the Void and inform them that the Grand General has sent us to join the High Admrial on his mission to Bastion."

The Comms officer nodded to his Lord and went about his orders.

This is the Victory, flagship to Lord Xakire of the former Aldeeranian Great House Kaiser and Sith Lord. We have been ordered by Grand General Delvarus to accompany the High Admrial and his fleet to Bastion.

With an ineffective blast of Force Lightning directed at his former master, Viox then launched himself towards Cain, effectively attempting to bring the front facing blade of his double saber down on Cain's right shoulder. Should that fail, Viox had angled the rear facing blade in such a way that with a sudden changed of grip, the blade would sweep up from under his defenses and catch him somewhere along his lower half. Cain's Uncompressed Red Lightsaber sprang to life mere seconds before his former master's forward facing blade made contact with his shoulder. The wavering red blade hissed and snapped as it clashed against the orange blade of his master. As Viox shifted his grip and weight to properly disengage and bring the rear facing blade up under his defenses, Cain's free right hand unclipped a second lightsaber and ignited it. The silver blade snapped to life and caught the other orange blade, though barely. Viox held the blade locked there, using his size and weight to push down on Cain's defenses. With one mighty shove, Viox released his left hand from the hilt of his saber and swung at Cain's head. An ultimately foolish move, due to the Sith Stalker Armor protecting him, but then his former master's clenched fist collided with his head. A blow aided by the Force, it connected and sent Cain reeling. A sickening metallic clang echoed within the confines of the helmet. The right side of his helm was now indented. And then Cain remembered. During the final duel between brothers, Kalen Grauswien ended up claiming Viox's left hand. He was now outfitted with a mechanical prosthetic. Hence the bold swing. As Cain staggered back, he brought the silver bladed saber up in front of him in a defensive stance, while the red blade, gripped in his left hand, was held facing behind the young Sith angled from his left hand up to his right shoulder behind him. Cain shook his head to clear his vision and to try and get the ringing within his ears to stop.

Viox Savage:"If you have any desire to end your life, please feel free to continue this pointless engagement. You will not defeat me here, but I will kill you, if you continue down this foolish path..."

His former master's words rang with truth within his ears. He had noticed the ferocity in which Viox was attacking. The malice in every strike. He was no longer sparring with him. He was prepared to strike down Cain without hesitation. Cain knew the out come of this duel. He would not be walking away as the victor this day. Taking a few more steps back, to widen the gap between them, Cain then deactivated his lightsabers and returned them to his belt, then sank down to one knee, as he had done so many times before. Viox wasn't one to offer up a second chance to back down. If he hadn't of taken this opportunity now, he would very likely be dead. Obviously Viox still had his uses for him. As his ragged breathing came in gasps, he spoke to his former master.

Cain Dracus:"You are merciful, mi'lord. I yield to you, and ask that you find it within you to forgive my foolish actions and grant me a quick and painless death from this world..."

Viox, in turn, deactivated his saber and returned it to his belt. He then brushed off his uniform and stood straight once again.

Viox Savage:"You may consider yourself fortunate, Dracus. I am not in a killing mood. But take heed, should you wish to challenge me again, I will not be merciful. I will slay you where you stand and it will not be quick or painless. I still have my uses for you yet. Rise."

Cain hung his head in shame for a few seconds longer, before rising to his feet and walking over to stand beside the High Admiral.

Viox Savage:"Accompany me to Bastion. I wish for you to witness the true might of a proper Empire. Rampant, what is our status?"

The AI's avatar shimmered to life on the pedestal beside Viox.

"All ships are reporting in green. We have been granted clearance to leave and are awaiting your orders, sir."

Cain glanced up at his former master. Viox nodded, fierce yellow eyes still staring out the main view port.

Viox Savage:"Excellent. Get us to Bastion. We've got work to do."

The AI's avatar bowed its head respectively.

"Understood. Taking us out of the system now."

The Void would then angle itself away from the planet, clear the planet's naturally formed gravity well and jump to hyperspace, followed closely by the Intrepid, two Vindicators, four Victory II-Class Destroyers and Lord Xakire's flagship, Victory.

A Venator-class Star Destroyer - bearing insignia and possessing transponder codes which identify it as an Imperial Remnant vessel from the Deep Core - emerges from hyperspace into realspace outside of Muunilinist's orbit, her captain ordering the helmsman to maintain their present heading and bring the Star Destroyer to ahead dead slow. As the Venator begins to decelerate, the captain orders the comms operator to contact Grand General Delvardus IV on the same secret and secure channel that had been used to rally all remaining loyal Imperial Remnant forces to Muunilinst.

Opening the secret and secure channel, the Venator's comms officer says, Grand General Delvardus, this is the Imperial Remnant Venator-class Star Destroyer, the Jayanti, arriving from Khomm. We received your call to rally to Muunilinst, and have arrived bearing troops, vehicles, and supplies. Troop transports are standing by, awaiting your deployment orders, over.


As the captain and comms officer await deployment orders from the Grand General, 1LT Nicolina Foresi dismisses her platoon leaders after relaying her instructions to them, and then puts her Stormtrooper helmet on as she sets out for the platoon's assault element LAAT/i. Adjusting the strap of her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle on her shoulder as, after boarding the Larty, she claps the thin, pale skinned Nagai that will be piloting the gunship on the shoulder and asks, All good Calenda?

Giving a thumbs up, the Nagai replies, Five by five. Just waiting for the order to start the drop El-tee.

Instructing the comms officer that he will handle the communication with the Grand General personally, the Jayanti's captain re-opens the secure comm channel and says, Acknowledged, Grand General. We will begin our descent immediately, and will send First Lieutenant Foresi and her platoon leaders to meet with the Imperial Elite Guard upon our arrival to Harnaidan. Pausing to consider whether or not to add his personal commentary, the captain adds, I believe I speak for us all, Grand General, when I say how proud we are to be here, and just how relieved we were when we received your call to rally on Muunilinst. When we had not heard from you on Khomm after so long, we had begin to fear the worst. Clearing his throat, the captain continues more formally, Jayanti, out, and then orders his helmsman to adjust their course, and increase their speed in order to make their way to Harnaidan.


Smiling unseen beneath her helmet as she listens to the message from Grand General Delvardus, Nicolina cannot help but be more than a little impressed that he has not only remembered her platoon when he has so very many troops under his command, but can also remember such details as the fact her platoon had seemed to go dark not long after events on Khomm - in part due to the fact she and some of her men had been detached to work alongside the Imperial Knight Xeonon Solomon on a covert operation, and in part due to the fact communication between Khomm and other Imperial Remnant controlled worlds had begun to break down for reasons she has yet to learn.

Not wanting to keep the Grand General waiting any longer than necessary, Nicolina tells Calenda, Alright, you heard the same conversation I did, let's make our drop and go meet with the Elite Guards waiting for us down below. Opening a comm channel to her platoon's other Larty, Nicolina instructs the pilot to follow them down to Harnaidan, and then heads aft to make sure her troops have completed their ammunition and communication systems checks.

The platoon's pair of LAAT/i's exit the Venator's hangar as it makes its slower descent, speeding away from the Star Destroyer and making their way swiftly towards Muunilinst's surface.

A small fleet dropped out of hyperspace in orbit over Muunilist, consisting of a Turbulent-class Star Destroyer with an Immobilizer 418 Cruiser behind it and two Ardent-class Fast Frigates flanking them on each side, staggered vertically so that one was moving alongside, slightly behind, and slightly below the star destroyer while the other was to the side and slightly above the Immobilizer 418 Cruiser. Each ship's IFF transponder identified it as a member of the Imperial Remnant, all hailing from another sector of the Outer Rim, and as the formation settled into orbit an attempt to establish a channel of communications with planetary control was made using a slightly outdated secure Imperial encryption code dating back to just before the Imperial Remnant had begun to fragment. On the bridge of the Turbulent-class Star Destroyer Captain Nanda Panaka looked out over the planet below. While she understood why the Imperials had chosen the wealthy and financially crucial world as it's new capital she despised the fact that it meant they would have to work alongside the Muun. She had studied history as part of her upbringing and the treachery of the Muun decades ago during the Clone Wars weighed heavily on her mind, especially in light of the fact that to her understanding the aliens had never been properly punished for their transgressions. Sighing after a moment of reflection, the Naboo woman signaled the communications officer to hail the planet. "'Quarsh's Hammer' to Imperial Command. This is the 77th Imperial Heavy Attack Line, responding to the Grand General's execution of Plan Exodus. We are currently holding position in orbit and are awaiting orders." As the message was sent out a tall Stormtrooper in the outdated armor used by the Imperial Remnant bearing a commander's orange pauldron strode onto the bridge and made its way over to where Nanda stood, removing its helmet and saluting as it came to a stop to reveal the face of a battle-scarred older woman with a nasty scar covering the right side of her face and grey-streaked brown hair which was cut short in a military haircut.

"The 477th and the 479th are ready to march as soon as you give the orders Captain Panaka. Major Madine reports that his commandos are prepared as well." The grizzled veteran lowered her arm as she spoke, holding one hand in the other behind her back as she delivered her report to Nanda. The other woman's silence, however, spoke volumes as the Captain merely nodded in affirmation before turning to look back out at the planet below. Sensing that there was something on her captain's mind, Lieutenant-Colonel Kandra Tierce stepped forward to stand next to the dark-skinned Naboo and spoke, her voice soft enough that it would not carry to anyone beyond the captain herself on the busy bridge. "Something is on your mind. You're not having second thoughts, are you Nanda?" Normally such familiarity between a subordinate and their officer would have been out of line while on duty, but the Lieutenant-Colonel had been a close friend of the Panaka family for decades. As long as the rest of the crew couldn't overhear their conversations Nanda welcomed the old Stormtrooper's counsel. "No Kandra, no second thoughts. I am merely unsure how I feel about the fact that they have chosen to build the new Imperial capital upon Muunilist. I can only hope that once we reclaim Imperial Center that the Grand General will relocate the Empire to a more suitable location..." Chuckling softly, the normally stoic Lieutenant-Colonel could not hide the slight grin that crossed her face as she glanced momentarily at the young prodigy standing beside her before looking back out the viewport. "If it helps at all, the reports we have received indicate that the native Muun suffered greatly during the Mandalorian assault. I'd suspect that their numbers have been thinned considerably, which should make it far easier for the Empire to keep them in line; I doubt that you have anything to worry about."


Smiling softly, Nanda finally turned to look at her old friend. While she had been studying ground-based tactic with the Lieutenant-Colonal since the older woman had been assigned to her attack line Nanda knew that she was still a novice in comparison the the grizzled old Stormtrooper. "I'm sure you are correct Kandra..." She sighed as she continued with a soft chuckle. "...you always are in regards to such matters." With her concerns assuaged Nanda reverted to her command voice as she turned completely to face her subordinate. "Thank you for your report Colonel; You are dismissed." With a nod and a salute Lieutenant-Colonel Tierce donned her helmet and made her way off of the bridge, leaving Nanda to her command. As the captain returned her gaze to the planet below the holo-terminal flared to life, depicting the miniature form of a wiry, brown-haired man in an TIE Pilot's black flightsuit. Flight deck crewmen and other TIE Pilots could be seen moving in and out of the projecting the background as the man waited for Nanda to approach before saluting. "Your shuttle is prepared and ready to depart as soon as you give the word Captain Panaka; My Wingmate and I will be your escorts." Nodding, Nanda returned the man's salute before responding. "Thank you Colonel Gex. I will notify you as soon as we are ready to depart." With a final salute the Colonel ended the transmission from the hanger, freeing Nanda to return to where she had been standing before as she waited for a response from Muunilist, one hand held in the other behind her back as she watched the planet below.